What would Aimee do?

You wanted to tell Karl the truth, but couldn't find the right words. Part of you was worried how he might react; but the greater part of you was just too horny to think about it much. The ditzy act you'd adopted earlier was just too much fun to quit, and your horniness had reached a breaking point.

Still twisting your hair around the finger of your right hand, you looked coyly over at Karl, really paying attention to him for the first time. He was actually pretty hot, for an older guy. He wasn't as fit as Greg, but he had an experienced quality that reminded you of some of the guys who played Jim Bond in the spy movies. Plus he was your new boss!

As you met his eyes, your hand crept across the center console of the car to rest softly on his erection. You slowly moved your hand along it as you repeated his question, "'What's going on?' I'd say you've got something pretty major going on right here!" You giggled; this was *so* much fun! "I don't know *what* it could be though... I think I'd better find out!" You said the last with an expression of brainless innocence, wide eyed.

You started to lean down toward the bulge in his pants, but he reached out and stopped you with a hand on your shoulder. He definitely looked conflicted when he said, "Stefi, wait a second... You're being ridiculous..."

You ignored his objection, and wrapped your fingers around his dick (a *much* better word than 'penis') before moving your hand up and down, getting him ready. At the same time, you rolled your shoulders back, giving him a good, long look at your chest. His words stopped when you did that, and your breath quickened as you felt his eyes on your exposed cleavage.

*God, I wish my boobs were bigger,* you thought idly.

Your hand picked up speed on his cock, and you felt his hand drift down from your shoulder to cup you breast through the bra. You smiled back at him innocently, "Karl, I think you found one of my-eep!"

Karl grabbed a rough handful of your blouse and pulled you toward him, pressing his lips firmly against yours. He tasted even better than he smelled, and you whimpered into his kiss, full of need.

He broke the kiss, pushing your head down toward his erect cock. "You..." He struggled to speak. "You want to act like a silly little slut? Fine by me. Start sucking." He pressed you down toward his fly, one hand on the back of your head.

Your mind was reeling as you fumbled with his zipper, then slipped his cock free and plunged it into your mouth. You'd blown your husband earlier, and had enjoyed it then, but Karl's dick felt much better now as he controlled the pacing of your lips along his dick with a handful of your hair. It didn't take you long to match his pace.

He spoke over you as though he were coaching you, "That's right, good little cocksucker... was this your plan from the start? Just come in, interview, and seduce your boss?"

You moaned up at him, unable to speak around his member, and continued your blowjob. None of this was planned, but what he was saying sounded *so* hot.

"I thought you were just having an off day during your interview, you know," Karl continued, "It happens, you know. Your ditzy little answers to my questions? Fuck your mouth feels good..."

You felt him stiffen in your mouth, and moaned again, bringing your other hand down between your legs under your skirt. Fireworks went off in your mind and you shuddered through the edge of an orgasm. You pulled your mouth off of his dick and gasped, "Yes! I mean, oh... Fuck... I just wanted to..." You weren't sure what you were saying, but Karl spoke over you.

"It's not an act at all, is it? This is just you... Some slut who convinced Jacob to recommend you here?"

Everything he said sounded hot, but he had you all wrong. Your fingers were dancing over your clit and it was all you could do not too put his dick back in your mouth."No I... Karl you have the wrong..." You reached another orgasm and you're eyes rolled up as you moaned again. Then, to your horror, you started giggling more.

It was hard to focus on why that was a bad idea, and you felt the situation quickly slipping beyond you. Was he right? The car was spinning as you started down at his cock. It was bigger than Greg's, and seemed the most important thing in your world as it remained relatively centered in your swimming vision. "Fuck," You gasped, "I'm... just some slut..." You returned his cock to your mouth, savoring the rate and feel, and teased the tip with your tongue, in heaven.

"Fuck!" Karl gasped, and came in your mouth, unexpected.

You swallowed his cum as it hit your tongue, but then choked, pulling your mouth off him and taking the second spurt of ejaculate on your neck, still giggling. It tasted *so good* but was making a mess! Your dove back down, wrapping your lips around him and sucking the rest of his cum down your throat. You stayed there as he relaxed, but kept playing with yourself through your panties under the skirt.

"You..." Karl was at a loss. "You are *really* good at that."

He sat back and you smiled up at him, then started to idly clean his cum off of you're neck and his cock, still giggling. Easy, simple stuff. Somehow you were *still* horny.

"You taste *so* good... " You said, honestly. "Like... I don't even know..."

*Words are hard,* you thought, *Hard like Karl. But sucking cock is so easy.*

Karl looked over at you, then said..