Pervert Boss Novels & Stories

It was apparent that something had happened to Ivory and the boss, who was suddenly acting strangely. "Maybe he's having sex, and that's the sound of him moaning as he reaches the peak of pleasure. You said he's a perverted boss who likes to bring women, right? Who knows if he's doing it right now." Ivory replied lazily. "Alright, I'm going home first. Good luck with your work today, Jane. If he's in heat, you'd better stay away. I mean it." Ivory walked away while inside the room. Max was still doing what he had been doing all along—as Jane had heard, but it wasn't true what Ivory had said.

He walked closer to me and cornered me. "You really are a scammer, boss! You said before that you wouldn't kiss me because you're disgusted by my looks and now you want another kiss? You're an abusive boss! I'm really going to make you regret—" My eyes widened as his lips met mine again. I pushed him quickly but he’s so strong. "You're a pervert, boss, you're ruining the relationship! If you harass me again, you'll lose the company. I'll just remind you boss of your 'agreement' with your mother. Maybe you forgot," I said.

I’d just spoken to their boss like he was a retarded person struggling to grasp simple words. His eyes flashed, showing how offended he was. But I could care less. If he wanted to be a perv, that’s fine. But he shouldn’t complain when I become rude to him. “It’s what I’m paying you for, isn’t it, Miss Adams? I wonder what your boss will say if they find out that you’re representing the Zaya Pearl in this, for the lack of a better term, unprofessional light.” ‘for the lack of a better term’ transcribed to ‘I don’t want my employees to hear their boss cussing’

Too bad for him, he'd picked the wrong audience. "Enough." Mable let out a cold laugh as she abruptly stood up. "So, Mr. Frazier, do you think that covering someone up is considered inappropriate and harassment, or do you think I'm an idiot? "If we're here to talk business, let's talk business. What's with the sleazy pimp act?" "I'm here to vet a project, not to pick out eye candy at a nightclub. You're the one forcing your male employee to dress like this and toast, then you have the nerve to blame them for not having any self-respect."

My hands braced against the wood as he shoved my skirt higher and thrust into me in one brutal stroke. “Fuck—” I gasped. He didn’t give me time to adjust. He fucked me hard, deep, relentless… hips slamming against my ass with every thrust. The desk creaked under us. My breasts pressed against the cold surface, nipples hard. “You’re just a perverted little bitch,” he growled, one hand fisting my hair, the other gripping my hip hard enough to bruise. “Hiding behind this powerful boss act. But you love being fucked like a whore in your own office, don’t you?”

Giggling at myself, I take another sip of my water. "Miss Jones." Shit! The water forgets its downward trajectory as I cough and nearly spit. Fuck! He isn't in my imagination. I was actually fantasizing over and ogling the real him—my real boss. Before I can respond, Mr. Willis gestures toward the empty barstool beside me. "May I?" My head bobs before my lips move. "Y-yes." "I'm glad I caught you. I wanted to say something before we return to the office tomorrow."

The thought of them undressing sent my whole body into fear. What if they had done more? I pressed my thumb against my pussy, but I don’t feel pain. I sighed in relief. A scary-looking man had walked in the other day, saying something about my meeting with their boss, and how anything could cost him to put his screwdriver through my brain and pull everything out bit by bit. What I refused to understand was what he would want with me. He was perverted. The door flung open as though they could read my mind, and a tall man walked in, a frown on his face.

“You just said it. Your boss is investigating the issue. He must be a boss with good morals.” “Nope! I assure you he’s an asshole.” Bethany raised her head and stared at the ceiling. “He’s a bit weird, though. He used to change his girlfriend more than the number of times he changed his clothes, but when his wife died, he was worse than a priest who vowed celibacy. Now, everyone in the office thinks he’s gay like Bob.” She narrowed her eyes, looking at me. “And an evil boss.” I rolled my eyes and shook my head.

Needless to say, they end up eating their cunt and masturbating, though they gave Kate and Greg some privacy. Hence when the urge becomes unbearable after watching the video, they venture into the washroom and service themselves. Other days when their boss is around, he enjoys himself with the two girls, releasing stress. Though the said boss has a wife and a child. He doesn’t care, at all ‘cause he has this belief that the wife isn’t potent and can do nothing to stop him. If she does, she’ll be sent away.

She stops at the head of the table. “Good day gentleman. You can all stand up. The Boss will be entering now” she says and her voice sounds familiar but I just cannot place where I have heard it before. The Boss enters the room with a black cloak covering his face. He walks around the room and takes the seat at the head of the table, right below the vent where Lilliana and I are hiding. The Boss places his hands on the arm rests and I notice a ring on his left small- finger. Johnny has told me about these rings, he has one just like it. The rings are a symbol of your position and rank as a Mafia boss. This Boss has the same symbol on his ring that Johhny has. It carries the engraving of a fa