Unbelievable As It May Seem, I Was For One Year The Object Of Lust

I finished my master's degree in engineering and I was recruited by an E&C company as a field trainee. I moved to Colorado where a large project was underway. The office was small, with a middle aged woman as the office manager. The other was a young woman who did the books. The others were all men who worked on the project. My days were long, out in the field, and it was only once a week that I went into the office to complete my paperwork. For that, the office had a couple of cubicles for the field engineers to use.

The office manager was Marta, I learned that she was 45. She had been married at one time, but she was now divorced and single. On that Friday she asked me if I could use a hot meal, home made. She knew that I was bored with McDonald's. I jumped at the opportunity. She gave me the address of her apartment, which was not far from where the field office stood. Come by at seven, and she would make sure I didn't go away hungry.

When I arrived at the apartment, the young clerk was also there. Her name was Beatriz. Or B for short. Like Marta she was Hispanic, but not just across the river. They both spoke English perfectly. They set me up to watch some television while they finished fixing the meal. When I was called into the kitchen to sit down to eat, Marta said that a man needs food to sustain him, and a woman by his side. B was standing against the counter, topless, in a little thong like the ones you see at the strip joints. B's for desert, she told me. We sat at the table, the three of us, B was young in her twenties, with breasts that held up, big brown nipples. I couldn't help myself, I stared.

We ate, it was a complete meal. The first complete meal I had since arriving in Colorado to work. After the 'girls' cleaned up, 'now for the best part' and Marta asked 'how do you like your pussy', hot, warm, wet? And she began to rub B's pussy with her hand. With a hand that had experience, she removed B's thong, and sat B on the table in front of me, her legs open. 'Eat your pussy, you deserve it'. A dream I could understand, but both women there, one with her legs wide open on the table, offering up her pussy, the other behind me rubbing my shoulders. 'Eat baby, eat'.

After 'tasting' my desert, B got off the table and walked into the bedroom and Marta had me follow. B was already on the bed, her legs wide open. 'Here let me help you' and Marta started at my belt and got my pants down and took my cock in her mouth. 'B's used to a real man' Marta told me. In what seemed no time at all I was totally naked, Marta holding my cock in her hand. She insisted on helping, she put my cock in B's pussy. As soon as I slipped my cock in, Marta stuck her finger in my ass. Whispering in my ear to make B cry, while I tried to fuck, Marta used her finger to keep me in rhythm. Until I lost all control and B lurched back while I made my deposit.

Marta ate B's pussy, licking her out. Marta had taken her clothes off and was now making love with B, and B was suckling on her big nipples. While Marta was over B, her legs on either side of her, Marta asked me to fuck her. It wasn't the same, it was mechanical, her pussy was wide open, her asshole staring back at me. 'Fuck me!' Marta yelled at me. I did my best, but the moment was out of body. I managed to cum, but Marta didn't care, she was slobbering all over B and that's all that mattered.

I often wondered how many young engineers had been to Marta's place, how many young engineers had had B for desert. But that was wasted wondering, I worked there for a year before being sent to a project in Georgia. Every Friday night was dinner at Marta's and not always did she serve the same thing. I never left until after breakfast on Saturday, and only after she and B and me, were all satisfied they had milked me dry. I think about them often, it is the one thing that never leaves my mind. I write about it, because it is brings back such good memories. When I left B put her arms around my neck and cried. I can still feel her wet tears on my neck where she laid her head that day.