MY PERVERT BOSS ( CHAPTER 13- "It's time to fuck her")

"Take this slut down," Mr. Kapoor said to Shubham, his voice devoid of emotion.

Shubham's eyes gleamed with excitement as he moved towards her, his cock still hard and bobbing with every step. He reached up and unhooked the strap holding her ankles, and she fell into his arms with a gasp, her legs giving out. He held her for a moment, his grip tight, before he carried her over to the bondage bed in the corner of the room.

Laying her down gently, he secured her wrists and ankles to the bed with thick leather cuffs. Shreya's eyes remained closed, her breathing shallow, as she tried to process the overwhelming sensations of the past few minutes. Her body was sore and bruised, but she knew that she hadn't reached the end .

After some time Shreya's eyes snapped open as she felt the wetness on her body. A soft, warm sensation caressed her breasts, a tongue swirling around her sensitive nipples, making them peak with arousal. At the same time, she felt the warmth of a mouth between her legs, lapping at her swollen pussy. The combination was too much, and she let out a muffled cry of pleasure, her body arching against the restraints.

Shreya's eyes focused, and she found Mr. Sharma kneeling beside the bed, his eyes closed in concentration as he licked and sucked her breasts. His face was flushed, and she could see the desire etched into every line of his features. On the other side, Shubham's face was buried between her legs, his tongue moving deftly over her clit, his teeth occasionally grazing the sensitive skin.

The sight of them, both men who had so much power over her, reduced to animals eager to satisfy themselves on her body, was strangely empowering. She felt her arousal spike once again, her pussy growing wetter under Shubham's attentions. She struggled against the restraints, her body begging for more.

Mr. Kapoor, still fully dressed and stroking his cock, watched the scene unfold with a smug smile. His eyes were dark with desire as he took in every inch of her exposed flesh, his hand moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm. The sight of him standing there, so composed and in control, only served to heighten her excitement.

Shreya felt a climax building deep within her, the sensation of Mr. Sharma's mouth on her nipples and Shubham's tongue on her clit pushing her closer and closer to the edge. "Ahh, fuck," she moaned, her voice raw and desperate. She could feel her body tensing, her muscles tightening as she approached the peak.

Suddenly, Mr. Kapoor's voice cut through the haze of pleasure. "Stop," he barked, and both men pulled away immediately. Shreya whined in protest, her body craving release. Mr. Kapoor stepped closer to the bed, his own desire clear in his eyes. "It's time to fuck her," he said, his voice thick with lust.

Shubham obeyed without a word, unbuckling the cuffs around Shreya's ankles and wrists.

Mr. Kapoor wasted no time. He grabbed her ankles and hoisted them up onto his broad shoulders, his 11-inch erection jutting out from his unzipped pants like a weapon ready to conquer.

Shreya felt the tip of his cock brush against her slick opening, and she knew there was no going back. He pushed into her with an animalistic speed, filling her up to the brim. Her hands instinctively wrapped around his shoulders for support, her legs locked around his back as he began to fuck her standing up.

Her moans grew louder, filling the room as Mr. Kapoor's thick cock slammed into her over and over again. Her body was his to use, and he took full advantage of it, pounding her with a ferocity that left her gasping for breath. She could feel every inch of him, stretching her, claiming her in the most primal way possible.

With a grunt, Mr. Kapoor reached down and grabbed her hips, lifting her off the ground as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He began to bounce her on his cock with a speed that was almost inhuman, her breasts jiggling with every thrust. Shreya's nails dug into his shoulders, leaving deep marks as she held on tight, her eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy.

Just as she felt the beginnings of another orgasm, Mr. Kapoor abruptly pulled out, leaving her pussy gaping and her body trembling with unfulfilled need. She let out a whine of protest, only for Mr. Sharma to appear behind her, his cock standing like a monster 10 inches . "My turn," he said, his voice thick with desire.

Shreya's eyes went wide with shock and excitement as she felt Mr. Sharma's cock pressing against her ass, the same spot where the screwdriver had been. Her body tensed, remembering the pain from before, but Mr. Kapoor's hand was there, rubbing her clit with a gentle but firm pressure, keeping her on edge.

Without warning, Mr. Sharma thrust into her, the sudden intrusion making her scream. His cock was thick and unyielding, stretching her ass wider than she thought possible. She could feel every inch of him as he filled her, the pain mixing with the pleasure from her clit. She struggled, trying to adjust to the new sensation, but Mr. Kapoor's hand never stopped moving, keeping her right on the precipice.

Mr. Sharma began to fuck her with the same brutal intensity that Mr. Kapoor had shown earlier. Each thrust sent waves of pain and pleasure through her body, making her moan and writhe in his grip. Her pussy was now a mess of cum and juices, making it easy for Mr. Kapoor to slide his cock in and out of her.

They both took her, one in her ass and one in her pussy, sandwiching her like an animal in heat. Shreya could feel herself being used, the raw, primal instinct of it all overwhelming her. The pain in her ass was unbearable, but Mr. Kapoor's cock in her pussy kept her from breaking. She was nothing more than a vessel for their pleasure, and she was surprisingly okay with that.

Her orgasm was a crescendo of sensations, a mix of pain and pleasure that had her toes curling and her back arching. She screamed as she came, her entire body tightening around their cocks. Mr. Sharma and Mr. Kapoor both grunted, their grips on her hips tightening as they reached their own climaxes, filling her with their seed.

Withdrawing from her, they both stepped back, panting and sweaty. Shreya's body was a mess, cum dripping from her pussy and ass, her face a mask of euphoria and exhaustion.

Mr. Kapoor nodded towards Shubham, who had been eagerly watching the scene, his own cock hard and demanding. "Your turn," he said with a smug smile.

Shubham didn't waste a moment. He stepped forward, the lift man Mahesh right behind him. The two of them were like hungry beasts ready to devour their prey. They grabbed Shreya and placed her onto the floor, her legs still in the air. Mahesh took position behind her, his thick cock lubricated by her juices and Mr. Kapoor's cum. He pushed inside her, filling her up again, stretching her pussy even wider. Shreya felt the pressure of another cock in her already abused body, but the pain had started to give way to a deep, carnivorous need. She wanted more, she craved it.

The two men took turns fucking her, Mahesh pounding her pussy while Shubham took her ass. It was as if they were in a race to see who could make her cum the hardest. Shreya's screams filled the room, echoing off the walls and mixing with the sound of skin slapping against skin. She felt like she was being torn apart, but it was a feeling she had grown to love, a feeling that made her feel alive.

Her orgasm hit her like a train, her body convulsing as the two men continued to thrust into her. Mahesh came first, his hot seed filling her up to the brim. Shubham followed shortly after, his own orgasm so intense that he had to grit his teeth to keep from screaming out. They both pulled out, and before she could even catch her breath, she was thrown towards Mr. Sharma and Mr. Kapoor .

They took her to the bondage bed, their eyes gleaming with excitement. They laid her down in the center, her body spread out like a sacrifice to the gods of lust. Mr. Kapoor secured her arms to the top of the bed with leather cuffs, her legs to the bottom, leaving her vulnerable and exposed. Shreya felt a thrill run through her as she realized she had no control over what was about to happen.

Mr. Sharma and Shubham positioned themselves on either side of her, their cocks still rock hard and demanding. They looked at each other with a silent understanding, a shared hunger in their eyes. Without a word, Mr. Sharma climbed onto the bed, his cock pointing straight at her mouth. He straddled her face, and she had no choice but to open her mouth, ready to take him in.

As she felt his cock press against her lips, Mr. Kapoor approached her from behind, his cock already slick with the remnants of her own juices. He didn't bother with foreplay; he simply lined himself up and pushed inside her, filling her pussy once again. The suddenness of it made her gasp, and Mr. Sharma took advantage, sliding into her mouth with ease.

The two men began to fuck her in unison, Mr. Kapoor's deep strokes matching the rhythm of Mr. Sharma's shallow thrusts into her mouth. She could feel her throat tightening around his cock as he hit the back of her throat, making her gag and choke. But she didn't protest; she liked the feeling of being used, of being nothing more than a receptacle for their pleasure.

Shreya's eyes watered as Mr. Sharma's cock filled her mouth, but she kept her eyes locked on Mr. Kapoor's, the hunger in his gaze only making her wetter. She felt a strange sense of pride, knowing that she could handle both of them at once.

Shubham and Mahesh, unable to resist any longer, moved closer to the bed, their cocks standing tall and demanding attention. They looked at each other, grinning like naughty schoolboys, and then at Shreya. "Put your hands on us," Shubham instructed, his voice thick with lust. "Stroke us while we watch him fuck you."

Shreya's eyes widened with shock, but she didn't resist. Instead, she reached out with trembling hands, placing one on Shubham's cock and the other on Mahesh's. She began to stroke them tentatively, her grip tightening as she felt them throb under her touch. The sensation was strange and overwhelming, but she couldn't deny the thrill it gave her to have so much power over them, even as they used her body for their pleasure.

Shubham and Mahesh groaned in unison, their eyes closing as they felt her soft hands on their shafts. They were both rock hard, and she could feel the pulse of their desire under her fingertips. She stroked them faster, matching the rhythm of Mr. Kapoor's thrusts into her pussy and Mr. Sharma's into her mouth. The room was filled with the sounds of wet flesh slapping against flesh and the men's grunts of pleasure.

Mr. Kapoor's pace grew faster, his cock hitting her g-spot with every deep stroke. Shreya's moans grew louder, vibrating around Mr. Sharma's cock. She could feel another orgasm building, the tension in her body coiling tighter and tighter. Her strokes on Shubham and Mahesh grew more frantic as she approached her climax, her grip tightening as she felt the head of Mr. Kapoor's cock swell inside her.

Suddenly, Mr. Kapoor stiffened, his cock pulsing as he came deep inside her. His release triggered something in the other two men, and they quickly followed suit. Mahesh was the first to spurt his cum, covering her face and chest . Shubham was right behind him, his cock spurting jets of cum all over her breasts and stomach. Shreya's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt Mr. Kapoor's hot seed fill her up, the sensation of being covered in cum from two other men pushing her over the edge.

Her own orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, making her body convulse and shake uncontrollably. She could feel her pussy clench around Mr. Kapoor's cock as he continued to pump his seed into her, her mouth full of Mr. Sharma's cum as she swallowed reflexively. The men groaned in pleasure, their bodies taut with the intensity of their climaxes.

For a moment, there was silence in the room, broken only by the sound of their heavy breathing and the wet, sticky sounds of their spent desire. Then, Mr. Kapoor pulled out of her with a wet pop, his cock glistening with their combined juices. He stepped back, and Shreya felt a strange emptiness without him inside her.

Mr. Sharma took his place, his own cock still rock hard and demanding. He flipped her onto her back, his eyes filled with hunger as he stared down at her. "Your ass is mine now," he murmured, his voice a dark promise. She felt his cock press against her sphincter, and she braced herself for the pain. But to her surprise, he was gentle, pushing in slowly, giving her time to adjust to the new sensation.

Shreya's eyes rolled back in her head as Mr. Sharma began to fuck her ass, his strokes growing deeper and more demanding with every thrust. She could feel the stretch, the burn, and the fullness that was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. It was as if he was claiming a part of her that no one had ever dared to touch. She moaned, the sound muffled by the hand that Mahesh had clamped over her mouth, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he watched the scene unfold.

Mahesh, not one to be left out, took advantage of her exposed and vulnerable state. He knelt beside the bed, his cock bobbing in front of her face as he reached down to her pussy. With a cruel smirk, he began to rub her clit with his thumb, applying just enough pressure to keep her on the edge of pain and pleasure. Her body squirmed and writhed beneath them, desperate for release but denied it by their relentless teasing.

Mr. Sharma's strokes grew rougher, his cock pistoning in and out of her ass like a machine. He leaned over her, one hand in her hair, the other pinning her wrists to the bed. His breath was hot and ragged in her ear, his teeth nipping at her neck as he claimed her in the most primal way. Meanwhile, Mahesh's torture of her clit grew more intense, his other hand squeezing her breasts as he watched her face contort with every twist and pull.

Shreya's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt the pressure building. She was so close, so close to coming again, but it was like they knew, holding her there just out of reach. Then, without warning, Mr. Kapoor stepped back into the fray, his cock still rock hard. He straddled her chest, pushing his way into her mouth. She had no choice but to comply, her jaw already sore from the pounding it had taken earlier. He began to fuck her mouth with the same ferocity as Mr. Sharma fucked her ass, and she could feel the three of them working in tandem, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

Shubham, not to be outdone, moved to her side, his nimble fingers teasing and pinching her already sensitive nipples. The pain was exquisite, sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to her clit, which Mahesh was now mercilessly torturing. He had inserted a finger inside her, and was now circling it around her clit, occasionally giving it a sharp flick that had her entire body jumping.

Meanwhile, Mr. Kapoor's cock filled her mouth, his girth stretching her jaw as he began to fuck her face with the same vigor as Mr. Sharma's cock fucked her ass. She could feel the pressure building in her core, her body begging for release. But the men were relentless, keeping her just on the cusp of climax without allowing her to fall over.

Mr. Kapoor's hand was in her hair, pulling her face closer to his cock, his eyes never leaving hers as he watched her struggle. "You will not cumm, bitch," he growled, his voice harsh and commanding. "Not until I tell you to."

Shreya's eyes watered and her throat felt raw, but she obeyed, her body straining under the weight of their combined use. Mr. Sharma's pace grew more frenzied, his grip on her hips tightening as he thrust into her ass, his breathing becoming erratic. She knew he was close, his body tensing with the effort of holding back.

"You will not cumm, bitch," Mr. Kapoor repeated, his voice a snarl. His hand tightened in her hair, pulling her head back even further. His cock was thick and hard, sliding in and out of her mouth in time with Mr. Sharma's thrusts into her ass. She could feel the head of Mr. Sharma's cock brushing against her g-spot with every push, the sensation driving her wild.

Shreya's eyes watered as she took Mr. Kapoor's cock, her mouth stretched wide around his girth. She could feel Mr. Sharma's breath on the back of her neck, his grunts of pleasure growing louder with every stroke. Mahesh's fingers were a blur on her clit, bringing her so close to the edge that she thought she might scream.and shubham torturing her nipples .

But she knew better than to disobey Mr. Kapoor's command. She clenched her muscles around Mr. Sharma's cock, trying to milk him of his seed, to bring him to climax without allowing herself to succumb. She focused on the sensation of his cock in her ass, the way it filled her so completely, the way it stoked the fire of desire within her.

Finally, Mr. Sharma could hold back no longer. With a roar of triumph, he came, his hot cum filling her ass. Shreya felt the warmth spread through her, the intensity of his orgasm echoing her own. She felt used and objectified, and she loved every second of it.

With a final, deep thrust, Mr. Sharma pulled out, and before she could even catch her breath, Shubham took his place. He wasted no time in pushing into her tight, abused ass, his cock sliding in with ease thanks to the lubrication provided by Mr. Sharma's cum. Shreya's eyes widened with both pain and pleasure, her body trembling as she took his length.

Mahesh, his own cock standing proud, bent down to replace Mr. Kapoor, pushing his cock into her mouth. He was rougher, more demanding, his hips bucking as he fucked her face without mercy. She could feel his veins pulsing under her tongue, and the taste of his precum mixed with the lingering flavor of Mr. Kapoor's cum was intoxicating.

Shubham took his time, enjoying the feeling of sliding into her ass, feeling her tightness grip his cock. He began to move with a steady rhythm, building up to a crescendo of pleasure that had her moaning around Mahesh's cock. She could feel the muscles in her ass clench around him, trying to pull him deeper, begging for more.

Mahesh took over her mouth, his cock thick and hard, filling her completely. She had never felt so full, so used, and she loved it. His strokes grew faster, his hands gripping her head, forcing her to take all of him. She felt the tension in her body coil tighter, her orgasm building like a storm.

Mister Kapoor, now fully recovered, slid under her body, his tongue finding her clit with an unerring precision. He licked and sucked, bringing her closer and closer to the brink. Her body was a symphony of sensations, each touch and thrust pushing her higher and higher.

Shreya's eyes were glued to Mr. Kapoor's face as he devoured her pussy. She could feel his breath hot on her skin, his tongue flicking and swirling with a hunger that surprised and thrilled her. Her hips began to move in response, grinding against his mouth, seeking more of the exquisite pleasure he was giving her.

Mr. Sharma took a break from fucking her mouth, his chest heaving with exertion. He leaned over, his eyes dark with lust as he watched Mr. Kapoor pleasure her. "Look at her," he murmured to the others. "So eager, so desperate." He reached down, his hands cupping her breasts roughly.

Her eyes widened as Mr. Sharma's thumbs began to twist and pinch her nipples, the sensation shooting straight to her clit. She moaned around Mahesh's cock, her body begging for relief. The pain was intense, but it only served to heighten the pleasure that was already threatening to consume her.

With a final, deep trust , Mahesh pulled out of her mouth, his cock glistening with her saliva. He stepped back, his hand moving to his own cock, stroking it slowly as he watched the scene before him. "Look at her," he murmured to the others. "So eager, so desperate."

Mr. Kapoor's mouth remained on her clit, his tongue flicking and swirling with a newfound urgency. He knew she was close, could feel it in the way her body trembled against him. He reached up, pinching her nipples with his thumbs, twisting them just enough to make her gasp.

Shreya's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt the wave of her climax begin to build. "Please," she shouted. "Let me cumm."

Mr. Kapoor's only response was to pinch her nipples even harder, his tongue working her clit with a relentless precision that had her panting and begging. She could feel the muscles in her ass contracting around Shubham's cock, trying to milk her of his cum.

"Cum for me, slut," Mr. Kapoor murmured, his voice a dark promise. "Cum for me and only me."

The words sent a shockwave through Shreya's body, and she could feel her orgasm approaching like a runaway train. She squeezed her eyes shut, focusing on the feeling of shubham's cock in her ass and Mr. Kapoor's mouth on her clit. The two men had become one, their movements synchronized in their quest to claim her body.

"Cum for me, cum slut," Mr. Kapoor growled, his voice muffled by her wet pussy. His tongue flicked faster, and she could feel her body tensing up, her muscles tightening around shubham's cock. She was so close, so desperately close.

With a scream that was muffled by Mahesh's hand, she finally let go. Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, making her whole body spasm. She felt Mr. Kapoor's grip on her hips tighten as he continued to lick and suck her clit, his teeth grazing her sensitive flesh as she came. The sensation was overwhelming, her pussy clamping down on his tongue as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

Shreya's eyes shot open in surprise as she felt the hot spurt of Shubham's cum fill her ass. It was a strange, intense feeling. She moaned, her body trembling uncontrollably, her orgasm going on and on. Mr. Kapoor's mouth moved away, and she felt the sticky warmth of his cum spread across her folds and thighs.

"Good girl," he said, his voice gruff with satisfaction. "Now, who's next?"

Mister Sharma stepped forward, his cock standing tall and proud. He had been watching the whole scene, his hunger growing with every second. He climbed onto the bed, pushing Shreya's legs apart with a firm hand. "my turn," he growled, his eyes gleaming with lust.

Shreya looked up at him, her eyes glazed with pleasure, her body still trembling from her last orgasm. She nodded, eager to feel him inside her. He positioned himself at her entrance, his cock nudging against her swollen pussy. With one swift move, he pushed inside her, his cock sliding in easily thanks to the lubrication provided by the two men before him.

Mr. Sharma took over, his cock filling her completely. He began to thrust in a slow, steady rhythm, his hands on her hips as he controlled her every movement. Shreya felt herself slipping into a trance-like state, her body responding automatically to the pleasure he was giving her. She arched her back, her breasts bouncing with every thrust. Mahesh and Mr. Kapoor watched with hungry eyes, stroking themselves as they took in the sight of their colleague's cock disappearing into her wetness.

Mr. Kapoor's hand moved to her face, his thumb tracing her lower lip. "You're doing so well, Shreya," he praised, his voice a seductive purr. "I knew you had it in you."

Shreya could feel the weight of their gazes on her, their desire palpable. She was theirs to use, and she reveled in it. Mr. Sharma took over, his cock sliding in and out of her with a steady, powerful rhythm. His eyes bore into hers, his expression a mix of concentration and pure, carnivorous lust. Each thrust sent her closer and closer to the edge, her body already primed and desperate for more.

Mister Kaapoor watched with a smirk, his cock still hard despite having just come moments before. He knew she was his to claim next, and the anticipation was driving him wild. He stepped closer, stroking himself as he watched Mr. Sharma fuck her. "Look at her," he murmured, his voice thick with arousal. "So eager, so hungry."

Mr. Sharma grunted in agreement, his eyes never leaving hers. He was lost in the feeling of her tight pussy wrapped around him, her walls pulsing with every stroke. He knew he wouldn't last much longer, and with a roar, he came, filling her up with his hot cum. He pulled out, and she felt a strange emptiness without his cock inside her.

Mister Kapoor stepped in next, his cock already hard and ready to go. He pushed into her, and she took him eagerly, her pussy still quivering from Mr. Sharma's release. He fucked her with a fierce intensity, his hands on her hips as he claimed her again and again. Shreya could feel her orgasm building once more, the pleasure almost painful in its intensity. She begged for him to let her cum, but he was in no hurry.

Mr. Kapoor's strokes grew deeper, harder, his balls slapping against her ass as he pounded into her. She could feel herself getting wetter, her juices mixing with the cum of the other two men. It was a heady sensation, one that made her feel like the ultimate slut—used and enjoyed by her superiors. She closed her eyes, focusing on the feeling of his thick cock filling her up, the way he owned her body.

When Mr. Kapoor was close to his own climax, he pulled out, his cock slick with their combined fluids. He stepped aside, and Shubham took his place, his cock standing at attention. She could feel the anticipation in the room as he positioned himself, and then with a grunt, he pushed into her, filling her to the brim. Shreya's eyes rolled back in pleasure as he began to fuck her with a passion that was almost violent. She could feel the tension in his body, the desire to mark her as his own.

Mahesh took his turn next, his cock sliding in with ease thanks to the slickness provided by the cum of his friends. He was rougher, more demanding, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he pounded into her. Each stroke sent a bolt of pleasure through her body, making her cry out in ecstasy. She could feel the pressure building again, her pussy tightening around him.

For the next four hours, Shreya was passed around like a prized possession, each man taking her in a frenzy of lust and desire. They fucked her in every position imaginable, sometimes with three of them inside her at once—two cocks in her pussy, one in her ass, and sometimes fingers teasing her clit—until she was lost in a haze of pleasure and pain. She came over and over again, her orgasms so intense that she couldn't differentiate between the men or the sensations.

At last, she fainted on the bondage bed, her body too exhausted to take any more. The room was a blur of sweat and sex, the scent of cum and her arousal hanging heavy in the air.