Dessert sounds fantastic!

You'd finished your dinner, sure, but had also skipped lunch. And those brownies could *not* be denied.

"I haven't had a milkshake in *forever*" you confessed, your eyes glued on the perspiring glass. "And these brownies," you continued, "should be illegal!"

You took one of each, then sipped at your shake, making pleased sounds, before drinking in earnest. Karl sat across from you, sipping at his own shake. The shake was vanilla, but it tasted even better than the brownies! You closed your eyes, savoring the flavor, but that seemed to make the dizzy feeling stronger.

"Pretty good, eh?" Karl asked, noticing your obvious bliss.

"This..." You struggled to find words for it. It felt like you'd discovered some new flavor. "This is *totally* awesome!" You giggled, and tried again. "You know that... Oh what is it? Umi? That extra flavor people can taste?"

"Umami?"

"Yes!" You paused, chewing on your second brownie, "these brownies, and this shake... It's kinda like that, but they're also just sooo good!" You thought about it, trying to focus on the feeling. When had your pussy gotten so wet? Fuck. "I'm... I... was there anything in these? Like..." You trailed off. Your head had filled with happy thoughts, but they were *very* distracting.

Karl stood, walking around the table, and looked... Was that worried, or cautious? "Are you okay, Stefi?" He took a step toward you as the world turned sideways, and then he was holding you up. You giggled again; he was upside down!

You needed to tell Karl something about this, but didn't know how. You tried to stop giggling without success, then spoke. "I don't... know about... I forgot how to program, I think, Karl. Isn't that funny?"

"Stefi, are you sure you knew how? Your resume didn't mention programming, or Congo. Just relax, let's go up to the bedroom."

You didn't object as Karl walked you up the stairs to the bedroom, laying you back on the bed. You looked up at him, then noticed the obvious erection under his belt. Your hand wobbled a bit as you reached up to his fly, but things shifted into focus as you pulled his zipper down.

"You really are kind of a slut, aren't you Stefi?" Karl asked, looking down at you as you started giving him a hand job, "Just a silly little slut looking to have her holes filled..."

The words sounded like music to your ears. You *were* just some silly slut, ready to be fucked. You didn't need a job, you needed a cock in your pussy. "Yeah..." you moaned, "I'm... Fuck me..? Please..."

Karl chuckled, loosened his belt, then slipped his pants off. Your mouth watered as you watched his dick come free of his boxers, and you slipped off your own panties, too. Karl grabbed you around the hips, spinning you on the bed, and bent you over to face the mirror.

You looked over at your reflection as you felt him lining up his dick behind you. You still wore the outfit you'd interviewed in, but your skirt was bunched around your waist, and your tits were clearly defined through the white fabric of your blouse. You'd left your jacket... Somewhere. It wasn't important right now. What was important was that cock, not *quite* in your pussy.

Karl too a handful of your hair in one hand, making you wince and giggle again. "You like your reflection there? What do you see?"

Your brain was working slowly, digesting anything that wasn't sex-related as though it were hard work. "I see... me? About to... Get fucked?" Your voice was the essence of hopeful confusion.

"I see a horny little slut, about to cheat on her husband with a guy she just met. I see a little whore who needs somebody to make her decisions for her. Am I right?" Karl paused, and then slowly pushed his cock inside you. As though to emphasize his point, he reached up from behind you and tore your blouse open, sending buttons bouncing off the mirror and around the room.

You moaned, his words turning you on almost as much as the cock inside you. This was what you were for, wasn't it? Getting fucked by somebody who could think for you? You giggled and pressed back into him, urging him deeper inside your wet slit. Your reflection was drooling in the lacey black bra.

"Oh... oh fuck yes! I'm just a... a fucking whore!" Saying it felt good, too.

"Why are you here, slut?" Karl asked, maintaining a steady rhythm that shook your reflection back and forth.

"To fuck you...? I'm a... silly little slut...?" You weren't sure what answer he wanted. Thinking was hard, like the dick inside you.

"You are, Stefi, and you need somebody to tell you what to do, don't you?" He was panting, getting close!

Karl's logic was complicated, but you knew what was easy *and* fun. Your answer came straight from your pussy, your own orgasm imminent. "Yes! Fuck yes sir!" It felt like something clicked into place in your head, and you came hard on his dick.

Behind you, Karl groaned, and you felt him fill your pussy with a load of cum. You'd forgotten a condom! You giggled again, still horny.

"Good girl," Karl said, "you think you can do what you're told?"

You nodded vaguely. Karl was your boss, and probably knew better than you what to do. As you nodded, you felt him getting hard again inside you.

"I think-" you started, but Karl cut you off.

"You don't *need* to think, Stefi. You just need to giggle and fuck and to do what you're told. Can you do that?" His cock was moving inside you again, and you nodded silently, lost in that feeling. You never wanted him to stop fucking you, ever.

"Fuck..." You couldn't make words happen, and just groaned out horny syllables between giggles until you came again. Everything he told you sounded so *right,* and you lost track of the actual words after your second orgasm.

Karl kept talking and fucking you though, even after your arms gave out and you fell limp, bent over on the bed. Your last conscious thought was of how hot the woman in the mirror looked. The rest was an orgasmic, giggly blur.