Chasing Fairy Tales

How do you tell someone you want to be fucked within an inch of your life without sounding like a total whore? This was my dilemma with Matt. We met my first day at Channel Five where I?m a technical advisor and Matt is the hot smarty-pants who does complicated shit that makes my head spin. If I?m to be judged cruelly, I should mention that this was my first position after leaving university. Before then my resume sparkled with puffed up work experience from Hot Dog on a Stick, Go-Go Service Station and a couple of Dickens' worthy fables that passed as references. Judge me accordingly. A month in, Matt and I were assigned to the same team at one of those corporate charities, photo ops where everyone turns up wearing overalls and pretends to build a house while the local media shoots footage. Unsurprisingly, Matt spoke a total of three sentences to me and I swear two weren?t even English. You see, Matt?s a true professional, whereas I turn off the industry lingo the second the clock strikes five. I?m a reformed social misfit turn pint sized mocha princess. I?m not one of the tight sweater wearing types who fawned over him, but these women didn?t seem to be his type either. He ignored them. Hell, after lasik surgery, ten years of carb restriction, and an orthodontist bill large enough to kill a horse, my chances of scoring a mercy glance were looking good?.or so I told myself while picking out our children?s names. Why didn?t I just talk to him? It?s not that cut and dry. Matt?s a God amongst men: tall, dark, and handsome, well educated, a wide toothy smile and the biggest, bluest puppy dog eyes I?ve ever seen. But best of all, he?s also a reformed geek who?s oblivious to depth of his hotness. I had this reoccurring dream where we?re having crazy sex but instead of him whispering pillow talk in my ear, he?s telling me how to consolidate my school loans. It?s weird but it got me off and if I could've trust myself to carry on an adult conversation with him I would've but as it stood, I couldn?t be trusted. Allow me to share Ankara escort an example of our past conversation: Matt: Blah blah?press this button?blah blah?the black button is for?blah blah?monitor... In my head I?m thinking: What nice arms you have. Hold me! Matt: Yadda yadda blah blah?video output?yadda blah yadda?countdown... In my head: I?m ovulating. Let?s make babies!! Matt: Blah blah ?I?ve set up the?(bends over to unplug something I can?t pronounce, his ass looking exceptionally yummy)?blah blah?it should be working now? In my head: You want to meet in the supply closet after lunch?! I?m not hungry. Let?s go NOW! Matt: Did AJ (our boss) show you how to?yadda yadda? In my head: No, but I?d let you take a stab at it. *purrrr* My verbal reply: Um?er?geez. No. He didn?t. (must?not?vomit?on?shoes)See what I mean?! I shouldn?t have been allowed metal flatware! *****Like the social whore I am, I joined the rest of the twenty-somethings for Friday evening drinks at our local, overcrowded dive. Matt was there, pretending he wasn?t head over heels in love with me. There were others but they paled in his light. All except AJ; he?s a new level of hot. Whereas Matt is young, wholesomely hot, and hell bent on self-denial; AJ is sneaking up on forty, polished, suave, million dollar condo-living, ?I can do naughty things to your body? hot! Both tall, fit, and Brad Pit delicious. All was going fine until AJ walked over and kissed my neck, and my ear. He whispered, ?Go down the hallway towards the bathroom. Second door on the left. Take your panties off and wait for me.? I couldn?t move. ?Relax. Don?t be nervous. I won?t do anything you don?t want me to do.? I felt his breath course through me. I went to the small lounge and dropped my panties straight to the floor. AJ came in, locked the door, and without so much as a hello hoisted me up and placed me on the edge of the sofa. With scarcely a moment to think, he pushed my skirt up over my opened thighs, forced me back, went down between my Ankara escort bayan legs, and began licking and sucking my pussy. ?Oh fuck!? I could narrowly breathe. It?s hard to say which is more pleasurable: the thought of our exhibition being discovered or the fact that my boss, the man responsible for my livelihood, was worshiping at the altar of the clit Goddess. And worship he did! I began seeing stars! ?Damn.? Savoring the exquisite sensation of my clit trapped and vibrating in AJ?s mouth. ?Everything alright up there?? AJ tilted his head back with a devilish gleam in his eyes that screamed, ?I?m gonna fuck you up?. I nodded. ?Good.? He held my ass tight and buried his face between my legs. His mouth covered my clit, his tongue licked my folds. He broke open the arsenal: nibbling my clit, fingering me, licked me up and down, side to side, back and forth. The long, measured strokes of his soft tongue were everywhere, exploring, dipping, licking, and sucking. Again he nibbled my clit and I came in a loud squeal?my legs closed against his head. He spread them open and continued to feast. I tried wiggling away but his tongue and fingers teased my pussy with skill I was obliged to lay there take it like a champ! I grabbed his head, forced his mouth to my pussy, and rode it out. Completely back among the living, AJ offered to drive me home and since the next train was more than an hour away, I accepted. Despite his impromptu muff-diving expedition, AJ was quite the gentlemen. He didn?t employ any of the juvenile tricks guys use to invite themselves in for a nightcap. In fact, I issued the invite. We sat and talked. He was witty and charming and we promised we wouldn?t allow what we?d done to happen again. Ten minutes later as my pussy closed around his girth and his cock filled my belly, I struggled to remember that promise.?You like being fucked, don?t you, Alison!? he whispered, inching gently in and out of me. ?You like fucking me, don?t you??say it. Tell Daddy how much you Escort Ankara like being fucked!? My walls proved no match for his sheer determination. Within minutes his length was plunging wetly, in and out, making loud sucking noises Gazing deliriously into his eyes, ?Ooooh hell yeah!? I pulled his potty-mouth to mine and sucked his tongue while his other head molested the nether regions of my pussy with such expertise I literally had tears in my eyes! Never before had a man instinctively known his way around my body?and never before had I gluttonously indulged on a man. I wanted to possess him. Each thrust was hard and deliberate. My moans broke into screams and I throw my head back and howl. It was the most intense feeling I?ve ever known. ?Alison, damn!? AJ growled, stopping briefly as my muscles involuntarily contracted around him. ?Keep that up and you?re gonna make me cum.? he accentuated between thrust. The sounds of wet, raw, animalistic sex filled the room. I grabbed his ass, pulled him into me. ?Cum inside me. Knowing those dirty words on my lips would send him over the edge. ?Inside of you?? he said, rolling his hips deeper. My moans of approval tangled with his growls as he came. And so went the rest of the night?.and the next morning. It was Sunday, and I?d spent the remainder of the weekend weighing the pros and cons of taking the veil and avoiding AJ?s calls. I didn?t want things to be awkward between us, but avoiding him only made the hours before I had to face him that much more brutal; and maybe a little part of me didn?t want to hear him say it had been a mistake. Whatever it was, I couldn?t answer the phone. Maybe if I slide low enough in my cubical, the hours of unprotected stunt fucking would be forgotten. Poof! Just gone away?much like my common sense. Monday, I arrived an hour early hoping Matt wouldn?t notice I?d betrayed our love. He was aloof as ever, and launched head long into some facet of my job that no one but he understood. He pointed?I clicked?we parted ways?I swooned. Yep, it?s love. From my crouching position, I saw AJ came through the doors just after nine o?clock wearing a dark suit worth more than my salary. He went straight into his office and closed the door. I ran to the bathroom in a last ditch effort to gather my shards of self-respect before our morning meeting.