MY PERVERT BOSS ( CHAPTER 11- "Who is she ? -A mouthfuck slut ")

He led her to the elevator, his grip on the rope around her neck tightening. The lift man looked up from his phone, his eyes widening at the sight of Shreya on all fours, her breasts bound and her body adorned with metal. "Whose slut is this?" liftman demanded, his voice echoing in the small space.

Shreya felt a flush of embarrassment, but she knew better than to speak without permission. She kept her eyes down, her breaths shallow and fast. "Mister Kapoor's," Shubham said, a smirk playing on his lips. "But tonight, she's everyone's mouthfuck slut."

The liftman, Mahesh, couldn't resist the temptation. He stepped closer to Shreya and reached down, twisting one of her exposed nipples roughly. "Ohh," she gasped, the pain making her eyes water. "You're so beautiful," Mahesh said, his voice a gruff growl. "What a creative way to get a tip, Shubham. I'll have to remember this for later."

Shubham chuckled, his grip on the rope tightening. "Feel free to use her mouth," he said, his voice a dark invitation. "But only if you're quick. She's got a full night ahead of her."

Mahesh grinned, his hand still twisting her nipple. "Don't worry," he said, his eyes glinting with lust. "I'll make it worth her while." He unzipped his pants, pulling out his thick, hard cock. Shreya stared up at him, her eyes wide /with a mix of fear and excitement.

"Open wide," Shubham ordered, giving her no choice but to comply. She parted her lips, and Mahesh pushed his dick into her mouth, the taste of his precum bitter on her tongue. She gagged, the screwdrivers moving painfully inside her, but she didn't dare disobey. She took him in, her eyes watering as he began to thrust into her mouth, his hand still playing with her bound breasts.

Mahesh groaned, his eyes on her, watching her every reaction. "You're so good at this, slut," he said, his voice a grunt of pleasure. "Suck me hard."

Shubham chuckled, watching the scene unfold before him. "You know what, Mahesh?" he said, his voice a smug drawl. "I used her as a toilet before to pee inside . She won't waste a single drop, she's that eager to please."

Mahesh's eyes widened, and he pulled out of Shreya's mouth with a wet pop. "You're kidding," he said, his voice filled with disbelief and excitement. "That's fucking hot."

Shreya felt a new wave of humiliation wash over her, but she couldn't ignore the pulse of arousal that shot through her body at the thought of being used as a toilet. "Is that true, slut?" Mahesh asked, his voice low and hungry. "Did you really let him piss in your mouth?"

Shreya nodded, her eyes never leaving Mahesh's cock. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I did it for him. I'll do anything for mister kapoor ."

Shubham laughed, his grip on the rope tightening. "You see?" he said to Mahesh, his voice filled with pride. "This slut is perfect. She'll do anything to make her boss happy."

Mahesh's eyes gleamed with excitement as he pushed his cock back into Shreya's mouth, going deeper than before. She choked and gagged, the screwdrivers moving painfully with each thrust, but she didn't dare pull away. She knew she had to take it, had to endure for Mr. Kapoor's sake.

"That's it," Mahesh murmured, his voice thick with lust. "Take it all, you filthy whore." His hand tightened in her hair, pulling her closer, forcing her to take him even deeper. Shreya's eyes watered, her throat burning, but she didn't protest, she just moaned around his cock, her body responding to the degradation.

Shubham watched, his own arousal growing as Mahesh fucked her mouth, his hand still tight around the rope attached to her neck. "Look at her," he said, his voice a dark chuckle. "She's loving it."

Mahesh groaned, his strokes becoming more erratic. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he grunted, his eyes on hers.

Shreya's heart raced as she felt his cock swell in her mouth. She knew what was coming, knew she had to swallow it all, and the thought sent a thrill through her. Just as Mahesh's cum spurted into her mouth, Shubham pulled the rope tight, cutting off her air. She had no choice but to swallow, the hot, salty liquid filling her mouth.

The lift jerked to a stop between floors, the sudden movement making her gasp around Mahesh's cock. He grunted, his body tensing as he came, and she felt the warmth of his piss filling her mouth. She choked, the screwdrivers in her ass and pussy adding to the sensory overload, but she didn't dare disobey. She swallowed, her throat working overtime, as Shubham held her in place, forcing her to take it all.

Mahesh's eyes rolled back in his head, his grip on her hair tightening as he emptied himself into her mouth. Shreya's eyes watered, her body trembling with the effort of not gagging, but she knew she had to take it. When he was done, he pulled out with a satisfied groan, his cum and piss mixing with her saliva and dripping down her chin.

Shubham looked down at her with a smirk, his hand releasing the rope slightly. "Good slut," he murmured, his voice thick with approval. "You're learning."

He stepped closer to her, his own erection straining against his pants. "Now, let's see how much more you can take," he said, his voice a dark whisper. He unzipped his fly, his cock springing free, and she felt a thrill of fear and excitement.

With a twisted smile, Shubham began to thrust into her mouth, his hands tangling in her hair as he held her in place. The salty taste of his pre-cum filled her mouth, and she braced herself for the inevitable. She had never done anything like this before, but the situation had escalated so quickly that she was beyond the point of resistance.

Shreya felt her throat tighten as he hit the back of her throat, but she didn't pull away, driven by a mix of fear and a strange, newfound desire. His strokes grew faster, more erratic, and she could feel his cock swelling, the pressure building.

With a final, brutal thrust, Shubham came, filling her mouth with hot, thick cum. She had to swallow fast to keep up, the muscles in her throat working overtime. And just as she thought it was over, she felt the warmth of his piss, mixing with his cum, flooding her mouth. She choked, the taste overwhelming, but she didn't dare disobey. She swallowed it all, her eyes watering, her cheeks flushed with a mix of humiliation and arousal.

When he was finished, he stepped back, tucking his cock back into his pants. He looked down at her, his expression one of pure satisfaction. "Now, let's get you cleaned up," he said, his voice a low growl. He reached out for a bottle of water, uncapping it and pouring it into her mouth. She swallowed greedily, the liquid washing away the taste of his cum and piss.

With a yank on the rope, he pulled her , the screwdrivers still in place. "You're going to walk to Mr. Kapoor's flat ," he said, his voice a command. "And if you spill a drop, you're going to get an extra round of punishment."

Shreya nodded, her eyes wide with fear and anticipation. She couldn't believe she was doing this, but she also couldn't deny the thrill that was building inside her. She stumbled to her feet, her legs wobbly from the ropes and the metal rods inside her.

Shubham pulled her along, his grip on the rope around her neck unyielding. She stumbled after him, her breasts bouncing with every step, the ropes biting into her flesh. The screwdrivers inside her clanked together with every move she made, a constant reminder of her predicament.

The walk to Mr. Kapoor's flat was a blur of pain and embarrassment. She was sure that the whole building could hear her cries of discomfort with each step she took, the metal rods shifting in her most intimate areas. She could feel the wetness of her own arousal mixing with the pain, creating a deliciously twisted sensation that had her pussy pulsing with need.

Shreya stumbled, her legs trembling, but Shubham was unforgiving, his grip on the rope tight. "Get up, slut," he snarled, his voice filled with lust and power. "We're almost there."

Her eyes focused on the floor as they approached Mr. Kapoor's flat, the anticipation of what was to come making her stomach clench with excitement and fear. The door was already open when they arrived, the dimly lit hallway hinting at the depravity that awaited her.