MY PERVERT BOSS

"Fifty," Mr. Kapoor finally announced, his hand coming down with a final, powerful smack that sent her over the edge. With that, she cum, her body shaking with the force of her climax. She moaned loudly, her pussy clenching around his fingers as she rode out the waves of pleasure that crashed through her.

"Look at you," he murmured, his voice filled with dark satisfaction. "Cumming for your punishment like a good little slut."

Shreya's eyes snapped open, meeting his gaze in the mirror. She felt a mix of embarrassment and arousal at his words, but she couldn't deny the truth of them. Her body had responded to his dominance in ways she never knew possible. She took a shaky breath, her pussy still pulsing with the aftershocks of her orgasm.

Mr. Kapoor's hand slid out of her, leaving her feeling empty and exposed. "On your knees," he ordered, his voice a gruff command that sent a fresh wave of desire through her. She complied immediately, her knees hitting the floor with a soft thud.

Shreya looked up at him, her eyes glazed with lust as she took in the sight of his erection, straining against his pants. "You've been a very good girl, Shreya," he said, his voice a seductive purr. "Now, it's time to show me how much you appreciate your punishment."

Mr. Kapoor stepped closer, his pants unbuckled and open, his cock springing free. Shreya's eyes widened as she took in the size of him, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through her veins. "Suck my cock," he demanded, his voice a low growl. She hesitated for only a moment before leaning forward, her hot breath fanning over his shaft.

"Fuck yes," he murmured, his hand tangling in her hair as he pushed her closer. "Take it all, slut. Show me how much you've learned." She opened her mouth, her lips parting to accommodate his girth. The taste of him was intoxicating, a mix of musk and lust that made her knees weak.

Mr. Kapoor's grip on her hair grew tighter, his hips moving in time with her mouth. "That's it, slut," he groaned, his voice a dark symphony of pleasure. "Suck it like a good little whore." His words were filthy, but she found herself responding to them, eager to please him.

Shreya took him deeper, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock as she tried to ignore the tears that stung her eyes. She had never done anything like this before, but she found that she didn't want to stop. The taste of him, the feeling of his cock filling her mouth, it was all so... wrong. And yet, she couldn't deny the way it made her feel. "Fuck, yes," he hissed, his hand moving in her hair as he fucked her mouth.

Mr. Kapoor's voice grew more demanding, his words a constant stream of dirty talk that had Shreya's pussy aching for more. "Take it, you little whore," he said, his eyes dark with lust. "You love the taste of your boss's cock, don't you?"

Shreya nodded, her mouth too full to speak. She had never felt so degraded, and yet she couldn't deny the thrill of it all. She sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing as she took him deeper, eager to please him. His grip on her hair grew more insistent, guiding her movements as he fucked her mouth.

Mr. Kapoor's breathing grew ragged, his eyes never leaving hers in the mirror. "Look at me, slut," he demanded, his voice a harsh whisper. She met his gaze, the fire in his eyes making her pussy clench with desire. "You're going to swallow every drop," he warned, his hand moving in a steady rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth.

The taste of him grew saltier, the smell of his arousal filling the room. She knew he was close, and the anticipation was almost too much to bear. "Fuck," he grunted, his hips jerking as he reached his peak. With a final, powerful thrust, he cummed in her mouth, filling it with his hot, sticky seed.

Shreya's eyes watered as she tried to keep up, swallowing around his cock as he spurted into her. "Swallow it," he ordered, his voice a harsh whisper. She nodded, her throat working as she tried to obey, the taste of him strange and yet somehow addictive.

Mr. Kapoor's grip on her hair loosened as he finished, his cock slipping from her mouth with a wet pop. She sat back on her heels, her chest heaving with exertion, her eyes never leaving his . "Good girl," he murmured, his voice filled with dark satisfaction.

Shreya felt a strange mix of emotions—shame, excitement, and a burning need for more. She watched as he tucked his cock back into his pants, the bulge still visible, and zipped up his fly. "Now, bend over the desk," he said, his voice still a commanding growl.

Her heart raced as she complied, placing her palms flat on the cool wood and sticking her ass out, feeling the ache from the spanking. "But sir," she protested weakly, her voice laced with lust, "I thought... I thought that was my punishment."

Mr. Kapoor chuckled darkly, his hand coming down in a swift slap that made her yelp. "Shut up," he barked, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "You're going to get more than you bargained for." His hand traced the reddened marks on her skin, his fingers lingering on the most sensitive areas.

Shreya felt a shiver of anticipation as she bent over the desk again, her legs spread wide. She could feel the cool air against her wet pussy, her thong now soaked with his juices. Mr. Kapoor stepped closer, his hand moving to the small of her back, pushing her down even further. "You liked that?" he murmured, his voice a seductive whisper.

"Yes, sir," she replied, her voice a breathless pant. She couldn't believe the words that were coming out of her mouth, but she couldn't deny the truth of them. Every part of her was on fire, desperate for more of his touch.

Mr. Kapoor's hand slid down her back, his fingers toying with the waistband of her skirt. "You've been a very naughty girl, Shreya," he murmured, his voice a dark caress. "I think it's time for a more... creative punishment."

Shreya's heart skipped a beat as she felt something cold and hard press against her pussy. She glanced over her shoulder to see Mr. Kapoor holding a highlighter, the neon pink color glinting in the light. "What are you doing, sir?" she asked, her voice a tremble.

"Punishing you," he replied, his voice a low, dark promise. "And I want to hear you beg for it." He pushed the highlighter inside her, the plastic sliding easily through her wetness. She gasped, her eyes widening in shock and pleasure. It was an unusual sensation, something she had never experienced before.

Mr. Kapoor began to move the highlighter in and out of her, the friction sending waves of pleasure through her body. "Tell me, slut," he whispered, his voice thick with lust. "Does it feel good to have my highlighter in your cunt?"

Shreya whimpered, unable to form coherent words. She had never felt anything like this before, the taboo nature of the act only heightening her arousal. "Y-yes, sir," she managed to stutter, her voice shaky. "It feels... it feels amazing."

Mr. Kapoor chuckled, his hand moving the highlighter faster. "You're going to love what comes next," he murmured, a hint of darkness in his tone. He withdrew the highlighter slowly, the plastic sliding out of her pussy with a wet sound that made her blush. She watched in the mirror as he moved the object to her tight, puckered ass, the pink cap now glistening with her arousal. "Now, tell me," he demanded, "are you ready for your real punishment?"

Shreya's breath hitched as she felt the cold plastic press against her anus. "Y-yes," she stuttered, her voice barely audible. She couldn't believe she was about to allow him to do this to her, but the desire was too intense to resist.

Mr. Kapoor's hand moved to her ass, his thumb circling her tight hole. "You're going to take it, aren't you?" he taunted, his voice thick with lust. "You're going to take your punishment like a good girl."

Shreya nodded, her body trembling with anticipation. "Yes, sir," she murmured, her voice a shaky whisper. She could feel the pressure building as the highlighter's tip breached her tight entrance. "Oh God," she gasped as he pushed it in, the plastic stretching her wider than she had ever been.

Mr. Kapoor's dirty talk grew more intense, his words a constant stream of filth that had her pussy clenching around the foreign object. "That's it," he said, his voice a low growl. "Take it all, slut." He pushed the highlighter in deeper, the cold plastic sending shockwaves of sensation through her. "You're so tight," he murmured, his eyes never leaving hers in the mirror. "So fucking tight."

Shreya's eyes watered with the pain, but she couldn't help the moan that slipped from her lips. She had never felt so full, so stretched, and the sensation was driving her wild. "Please," she begged, her voice a whimper. "I can't... I can't take it."

Mr. Kapoor chuckled darkly, his hand moving to her pussy, his thumb sliding over her clit. "You will," he said, his voice a gruff command. "You'll take it all, and you'll love every second of it." He began to thrust the highlighter in and out of her ass, the plastic gliding smoothly with each movement.

Shreya's body was a live wire of sensation, the pain and pleasure melding together in a way she had never experienced. She bit her bottom lip to keep from screaming, her nails digging into the desk as she fought the urge to buck against his hand. "Oh God," she moaned, her voice a strangled cry. "It hurts, sir."

Mr. Kapoor's grip tightened on her ass, his thumb still rubbing circles around her clit. "You're going to take it," he said, his voice a harsh whisper. "You're going to take your punishment, and you're going to love it." He slapped her ass , the sound echoing through the room. "Don't you dare remove it," he warned, his voice a low growl. "It'll stay inside you until I say it's time to come out."