0 comments/ 20810 views/ 1 favorites Marta's Story By: OX2 "Ok Pancrak, you and your team are good." The company CPA leaned back after punching in the last bit of data. Pancrak leaned back too, blowing out a long held breath. "Thanks Ma'am," he said, stretching. Not for the first time had he read the placard on her desk, "Crusher Of Hopes, Destroyer Of Dreams" Finishing the money end of a job was always stressful. She leaned back in her leather chair, relaxing herself as she said, "Just between you and me, what was the receipt for B&H consulting?" She'd known him too long and knew the reputation of his team not to know that somewhere, buried and legal, was some sort of deviltry. Pancrak turned red then burst out in a laugh. "Ma'am, you know." "No, I don't!" was the reply, her eyes shining and bright teeth flashing in a wide smile. She was laughing back with him, like catching a small boy in the cookie jar. "Beer and Hookers," he laughed. "Aye, you guys are soooo bad!!" She slapped lightly at his knee. "Tell me more of the Trip." It was late, but he enjoyed the CPA's company. She was an extremely intelligent woman, confident and professional. Besides he liked to make her laugh. "OK, But lets get some coffee and something to eat, I'm starved," he said as he got up, grabbing his files while she shut down her computer and closed down her office. It was late and he hadn't noticed when the rest of her subordinates had left. She stepped out of her office and locked the door behind her. Pancrak looked at the petite frame, so neatly put together, wondering what she looked like when not wearing the company dress uniform of dark green blouse and grey pants. Both items of clothing were slightly large on her athletic frame. Pancrak liked his women a little bit meatier but found the CPA's olive skin and exotic features attractive. They walked down to the café at the heart of Bane's World Security Consultants Planetary Headquarters. They caught each other up on small talk. Pancrak and his team had been on a survey mission on Rusafa, finding out if the inhabitants there could truly afford the high end "help" offered by the BSC. It was a long three weeks standard, full of little adventures that he told the CPA, Marta, in ways that made her break into gales of laughter. Her loud clear laugh chased some of the demons from his mind that were really attached to a few of the stories. The fun was in the telling anyway. They found a table and ordered. When the food came they were still talking, falling into comfortable conversation, Pancrak wrapped in her very words, as always enthralled with her intellect, and quick wit. Somehow, the conversation turned to personal matters. Some things are best left buried under old scars, no matter what friend asks them. For some reason he found himself divulging things to her that most men don't even tell themselves in the dark. Warning bells went off in his head, "Marta, how are you and Tom doing?" Like throwing cold water in her face he saw her tense up. Dropping a steel wall between them. Her dark eyes, seconds ago like deep warm pools of ink, now froze into hard, obsidian marbles. She looked away for a moment, tongue subconsciously licking her full lips. It came out in a flood, just like her to do that. Speaking very quickly, with great animation and passion. He could tell she was hurt. And because of their friendship he thought more of the counseling and helping her than anything else. So he tried. Sage advice from a veteran of The Domestic Wars. She sat back and relaxed some, listening, arguing. He knew Tom, they weren't on the same teams, or even in the same branch. But he'd worked with him on some projects and a few of Pancrak's cousins in Tom's branch knew him and spoke well of him. Nice guy. Pancrak thought Marta thought the world of him, until about 20 minutes ago. Not that she was visibly upset; she would not show that. Women like Marta do not get to be one of the junior vice presidents of BSC by being the weak and weepy types. But Pancrak knew, because he had the knack of knowing what lies under a persons skin. His green eyes could look into a naked soul if he wanted too. What he saw when next he looked into Marta's made him shiver. Marta never did anything by impulse. She was very calculated, very well planned. Most accountants were. That's why Pancrak wasn't an accountant. She stood up to leave; Pancrak did too. She turned and in a far off voice said, "Come with me." In the pit of his stomach Pancrak knew he should turn and leave, say no, make an excuse, save her from herself. But all he could do was follow. They weren't going to no church outing. The instinct that had saved him from hundreds of ambushes was screaming in his head and gut again. Caught between the loyalty to his wife and the excitement of this woman. "Like a lamb to the slaughter..." he laughed to himself and gave himself over totally to the moment. Enjoy the now, forget the later. She led him back to her office, unlocking it and closing the shade on the glass. Pancrak noticed the smoky, familiar sandalwood smell of the incense she sometimes burned. The office was spacious, paneled in oak wainscoting, a tall thin bookshelf with tech manuals and files on the right hand wall. The whole thing had a warm and comfortable feel. There were overhead lights that would light the room in white florescence, but she used a remote to light the twin lamps on her rich red mahogany desk. The carpet, soft under Pancrak's boots kept their footsteps silent. A few plants and an entertainment center next to the shelf unit added to the room. Once again her fingers twitched on the remote and music flowed from speakers embedded at points in the room. Soft, almost jazz, Pancrak couldn't quite place it. Must have been from Marta's local Island, nothing like Pancrak's music from Neu Prague. Marta, moved close to Pancrak as she said, "You know, I find you very fascinating." She said it low, so he had to bend in close to hear her. He wasn't much taller than Marta's five foot two. His heart was slamming a mile a minute in his chest. He could smell her light perfume; see the soft wisps of dark hair that ran down the back of her neck. Feel the moist warmth of her breath. He reached out and pulled her into him feeling her small body fold into him. He just held her there for a moment, his hands finding the clasp to her bun, releasing her hair in a waterfall of black silk with auburn highlights, deep and rich, mocking the mahogany of the broad desk. It washed down over his arms and spread like a flood along her back. She pulled back, and he looked deep into those dark eyes, now gleaming in anticipation. He caressed a soft cheek, resting his thumb in the dimpled cheek, engulfed in the brilliant smile, then bent for ward to kiss her softly, fighting every urge to unleash the passions exploding inside of him. Not for this woman were the screaming hot slamming passions. She was of the type that enjoyed the slow steady build and maintaining the peak for as long as possible. So he kissed her softly at first, then answered her questing tongue with his playful one, dancing and twining, caressing, playing, biting softly at her upper lip. His hand caressed her neck, and then pushed her back, breaking the kiss. Allowing her to lead him to the dark blue sofa. She pulled off her blouse as Pancrak knelt on the floor next to the couch. He sat her on the sofa and then laid her back, her head even with his. The two kissed again, Pancrak's hands traveling along her body, caressing her soft neck again, traveling its length and making circles behind her ear. Feeling the soft skin on his rough fingertips. Kissing and nuzzling there. His hands ran over the soft silk of her bra, feeling the nipples pop beneath his palms as they moved in gentle circles around first one then the other. Marta reached behind her back to release her bra, freeing her small, firm breasts. She pulled the garment off and tossed it over by the desk with a laugh. Pancrak chuckled with her. His hands softly cupped her breasts, filling the palm of his hands, the small dark nipples like chocolate kisses. The nipples were erect and straining for his touch. He sucked first one, then the other, lashing the areola with his tongue, caressing them with his thumbs. He then slid his hands down her sides, caressing her belly. Kissing her again as his hands slid over and around her belly, caressing the hard muscles he found there, then moving his hand under her to play with the small of her back. He unleashed some of the passion he held in check, kissing her deep and hard, enjoying the softness of her lips. Her answering passion, arms pulling his head to hers was fuel to his internal fires. Pancrak once again kissed down her neck, feeling her pulse thump hard in the veins there. His hands moved down between her legs and she spread them willingly. He could feel the heat as he caressed the inside of her thighs, feeling the heat from her crotch through the heavy fabric. He moved to the tops of her pants and slowly undid the clasps that held them closed. Marta was whispering in his ear in her native Creole, soft moaning sounds he couldn't quite understand. As his hands passed over her cotton panties to play between her thighs she answered with a quiet squeak then a hissing of breath as he caressed the hot mound. His right hand became the focus of all of Pancrak's attention. His whole being was concentrated on those five fingers. Even as he kissed Marta's belly. Feeling it tighten as he ran a finger along the damp slit covering her mound. Two fingers ran along the sides of her, tracing the leg seams of her cotton underwear, teasing her by not quite touching her hot skin. Pancrak could feel the moisture and heat building as he ran the palm of his hand around, cupping the whole mound, Marta grinding down on it. Pulling him to her for another deep kiss, his hand came back up from her grinding hips to slide under the soft cotton panties, caressing the hollow formed by her hips, snaking back and forth, sliding through the silk-soft hairs and skin, then over the edge into the hot, oil of her hungry womanhood. He parted her gently; sliding a finger up the sticky slick lips from bottom to top then gently caressed the firm nubbin at the top of her folds. Marta moaned softly as he caressed the lips, letting them slide softly between his now oily fingers. She squeezed him tighter as he began circling her hard clitoris, slowly building up speed and pressure on it, sparking her into frenzy. He then slid one finger slowly into her. "So hot and tight," he thought to himself. He felt the soft tissue fold around his finger even as he eased it deep inside of her, curling it back on itself to rub the top of the wall. His palm still adding pressure to Marta's clit. Making slow circles, moving in a rhythm with her hips. He then bent to kiss her breasts, unwilling to leave them out. He suppressed the chuckle the thought brought him. Marta was gasping, her head thrown back; exposing her soft neck to Pancrak's soft kisses and bites. He felt her hips begin to hurry as he slid another finger to join his mate inside her box. "FUCK!" Marta gasped softly, digging her nails into Pancrak's arm. He felt the muscled clamp on his hand and Marta gave a long moan. Clasping his hand between her legs. Then her body went limp. When she opened her eyes, there were tears in the corners. "You bastard, how much did they pay YOU at B&H Consulting!" she laughed. Pancrak sat back on his heels, working the cramps out of his hand, enjoying the slick wetness still on it. "I'm not done yet, Bonita," he said with his crooked grin. "Oh? So what is next with you mister man?" she rose up on an elbow and looked down on him with a Cheshire grin. "Get out of them britches and I'll show ya," he growled in a low voice. Half joking; half challenge. It had been years since he'd been with a woman like this. Challenging and fun! He stood and removed his blouse, then tee shirt. Boots, soft and worn came off next. Hopping on one leg then the other Pancrak took off his socks, neatly stowing them in his boots. Marta noticed everything was within easy reach. He had thick, dark red hair on his chest, following down the happy trail still hidden by his pants. Like her husband he had a few scars here and there, but his skin was lighter, with brown sleeves of tanned skin. A Farmer's tan from years in the company uniform. She pulled off her own trousers while she lay on the couch, leaving her grey cotton panties, now damp with her own juices. He moved back to the couch, rubbing her arms and sides, seeing the goose flesh from the cold. He leaned between her legs, kissing her breasts again, then the hollow between them, kissing down her soft stomach, tongue chasing around her belly button until she spasmed in giggles. His hands then found the edge of her panties and lifted her hips, pulling them off. He was glad to see broad hips, with firm buttocks, and a nicely shaven patch of dark silk fluff, now jeweled with her own honey. Tiny diamonds winked at him in the soft golden light, while the thick musky scent of her wafted deep into his nostrils, savaging his control. Deep in his memory an old saying caught him, "Always make a woman come twice before you stick yer dick in her, and she'll appreciate you." Pancrak kissed the inside of first one knee then the other, his hands massaging and caressing her thighs and butt, circling to the inner thigh. Like a cat, he slid down to lap at the softness of her, the point of his tongue splitting the now open lips wider. Tracing them from top to bottom, sucking them into his mouth to play with them on his tongue the dark tinged folds kept bright with Marta's juices. Her long fingers ran through Pancrak's hair and along his shoulders, and when he darted a flick over her glistening clit she dug her fingers into his shoulders, thighs clamping on the side of his head. "Target, fire for effect." He sucked the little slippery knob between his lips and swirled it with his tongue. Marta bucked hard, up into his face, sucking in air with a hiss, her hips gyrating madly against his face, pounding on his shoulders. Then running her hands through her own lustrous hair as he once again slid his tongue down the length of her, allowing her to catch her breath, his hand sliding along her heaving belly. Lapping at the flood of clear musky juice at the base of her opening, then darting his tongue deep into her, feeling the soft muscle fold and clamp around him. He curled it around then slid back up to dart it hard and fast up under the hood of her clit, eliciting another gasp and a fist lightly pounding on his head. "Shit..." she muttered over and over, then swapped it for something in husky Creole as she spasmed once more, her legs clamping hard on his sides. One hand found the small of her back and caressed it, moving to the underside of her thighs, thicker than he thought they would be. Firmly muscled. Very nice. He spiked her on his tongue once more then went back to the small fast circles on her clit until with a solid crush of her legs and a thrust of her hips he felt her once again reap the whirlwind. Panting, sweat dripping down her belly, glazing the olive skin she grabbed the side of Pancrak's head, "Will you just fuck me!? I'm going crazy!" Her stern face was all business. Stifling a laugh, and wiping his face Pancrak leaned back. He unbuckled his own belt and undid the clasps of his uniform bottoms. His own manhood leapt from them, straining to be free, throbbing to the hammering of his heart. The purple head bouncing as he shifted on the couch. Pre-cum making it gleam in the lamplight. "Well if you're all fired up to take it, give it a whirl ma'am," he said as he laid back, letting it thump onto his belly. With a mock glare of anger, she changed end for end, sliding like a cat between his legs and wrapping her hand around the hard cock. Licking the base, then swirling it up along to the very tip, savoring the salty taste. She kissed his hips, getting a surprise as he giggled and thrashed. She bent to suck him deep into her mouth, taking most of him in. She pulled it back, stroking a few times, softly, letting her short nails softly scratch the length. She kissed his belly and continued to work her way to his chest. Once again the spasming giggles as she returned the kisses to his nipples. "Hey I'm a little sensitive there," he gasped between giggles. "I can stop that," she smiled wickedly down at him. She kissed him deeply, pressing deep into the cushions of the sofa. Both of her hands were on his shoulders when she threw her leg over and positioned herself along his hips. She ran her slick pussy up and down along the hard shaft, smearing her own lubricant up and down. She then grabbed it and lifted it straight up, making sure the thick head was right there! "Gimme that diamond cutter," she demanded. "AHHHHHHH!" as she dropped her hips down, feeling him spread along her insides, the thick, hot, spike sliding deep inside of her. Releasing her breath in a low hiss. She took his face in both of her hands and kissed him as she rocked back and forth with him buried deep inside of her. Slow circles as she ground herself on him. His hands on her ass, stroking the hard firm halves, then on the back of her thighs, driving her crazy. Soon she was arching and bucking on him in the uncontrolled frenzy that was the prelude to ecstasy. He caressed her breasts, sucking first one then kissing the other one. Her hand cradled his head as he moved back and forth. Her dark hair hung in a curtain, surrounding them like a dark waterfall. Pancrak was panting hard, thrusting back at her, enjoying her light build that allowed him to arch into her. The wet smacking sounds as she undulated on his crotch. She concentrated, as first there was a kindling in her crotch, then a spark of fire, then the thrusting and grinding built the flames until out of nowhere, she exploded. A soft moan and a catching of breath, then her hard breathing on his shoulder as she bit at it were Pancrak's only indicators of her orgasm. So near one of his own he almost missed it. With a shifting of his hips Pancrak rolled her to her back, sliding slowly in and out of her as she wrapped her legs over his hips, pumping half in and half out of her. She ran her hands up and down his back, kneading his back and butt both of them enjoying the feeling of closeness. He ran his hands through her thick hair, letting it fall through his fingers, enjoying the softness, caressing her face, losing himself in her shining eyes, feeling his soul soften and blend with hers, the emotions of two becoming one. Pancrak pulled out of Marta; wordlessly rolling her to her belly then drawing her hips up. She arched her hips up and high as he slid deep inside of her. He cut loose all his pent up passions. Thrusting deep inside of her, watching the delicate back shimmer with every hard thrust. Knocking breath from her every time their hips met. His view from there was astounding. The fine dark hairs that ran along the small of her back, the graceful curves of her back as it became her hips then ass, enjoying even the lighter tan lines left by her thong bikini. They all guided him to the point of his penetration. Soon he felt the heat building deep inside of him. He arched his back as he drove deep into Marta, feeling her folds squeeze back on him. Locking him deep inside of her. He pulled her hips tightly to his. With a gasp he jetted his searing sperm deep inside of her, splashing her inner walls with hot goo. Moneyshot! She squeezed and milked him, her trained muscles draining every ounce of cum he had. Finally with a giggle, she released him and let him sag back, splaying back on his arms. Pancrak was panting hard, amazed and shocked at this little trick. Marta's Story Marta's Story As I was still staring at her ass she turned around. She caught me off guard. I hated myself and began to feel scared as she approached me with a sweet smile on her face. She asked me politely if I would join her in her living-room. I nodded. Her charming smile drove me mad, and her elegant countenance filled me with a desire she must have perceived. She'd caught me looking at her ass the way a man would. Why was she not reacting in a different way? She then approached me until her face was no more than a foot away from mine. -Don't you ever get lonely? -she asked me. I was so spellbound that I couldn't speak. She looked seductively into my eyes and then at my mouth. I felt my heart pounding faster and faster in my chest and my breathing grew more intense. I didn't fight back as she slowly approached me, apparently seeking to touch my lips with hers. I was scared, but I hoped she would go through with it, never mind the result. She got closer and closer, until soon a moist softness touched my lips and I tasted her strawberry chap-stick and my lips embraced her bottom lip. Both our mouths opened slowly and touched again and again. I lustfully tasted her sweet saliva as she put her hands on my waist. I was so shocked from the boldness of her kiss that I didn't know whether I should embrace her or push her away, but I chose to surrender to her; I couldn't do otherwise. We continued to kiss for a moment or two and I put my hands on her waist. Suddenly I felt her hands fondling my breasts. I woke up from the lovely trance of our kiss and took my hands defensively off her waist in disapproval. She took her hands off my breasts apologetically as her eyes requested my permission to carry on. My eyes gave no response, but she boldly resumed her fondling anyhow. She softly touched my breasts again with her right hand and then she began to fondle my pubic area through my maxi-skirt with her left. It felt so delicious that I just surrendered to her as she cornered me against the wall. What a bold, daring, delicious, beautiful Turkish woman! I would have never expected her to be this way. Oh, sweet lesbian surrender! Without separating our mouths from each other, our embracing female bodies made themselves stumbling across the floor towards the rattan sofa in her sitting-room. I loved the commanding and yet delicate way with which she guided me. She finally made me sit on the sofa, as she herself remained standing. I looked at her hips and wished to lift her robes and kiss her pubic area with all my passion. She leaned towards me and kissed me again, making me lean backwards towards the cushions. Then, as she began to kiss her way down through my neck and my cleavage, she soon found herself kneeling before me between my legs, lifting my blouse to kiss my belly-button. The pleasure of her kisses made me gasp and moan and I bit my bottom lip with expectation as she lifted up my maxi-skirt towards my waist. The expectation was driving me mad. Would I soon have the pleasure of feeling her mouth kissing me between my legs? After she kissed my inner thighs for a few moments, a sensation of warm bliss finally took over me as I felt the warm touch of her mouth on my crotch. Her eyes were half-open, possessed that she was by the power of desire. Every kiss she gave me, every time she put her tongue on my panties she did with great devotion and gratitude, as if she had finally satisfied a dark, obscure desire she had been willing to fulfil for a very long time. Two straight married women, an outside force had taken control of us and was making us enjoy each other in a way our husbands could never offer to us. As I felt her mouth savouring my crotch with animal impulse, I was full of formidable pleasure. The wrongness of it all, the fact that I was with another woman -that I was being a bad girl-, just made everything more delicious. Her tongue felt more and more delicious on my underwear, but then came the unexpected delight: She grabbed the gusset of my panties with her finger and pulled it to one side, revealing to herself the sight of my naked vagina. Overcome with unspeakable lesbian lust, she closed her eyes as her mouth French-kissed my naked pussy. I couldn't keep my eyes on her as intense waves of pleasure flew through my body and made me convulse with delight. She licked and licked and sucked, and sometimes I didn't know what she was doing, but the delight soon became over-powering. My moans started to get louder and louder, and I began to want more and more, until finally my moans turned into one long scream full of trembling and one big wave of pleasure that seemed to lift me off the ground. After this I felt satisfied and tired, and my breathing began to slow down. Alev kept licking my vagina a bit more as she looked into my eyes with her beautiful Turkish gems. She then stood up and laid me on my back across the sofa. She climbed on me and sat on my abdomen and began to kiss my cheeks and my lips. I was amazed at her, and was prepared to do anything for her after the pleasure she had given me. She was still wearing her headscarf and I wanted to see her hair, which I imagined to be beautiful, dark and lustrous. I caressed her face and then pinched her headscarf with my fingers to remove it. She stopped me immediately. -No, this stays on... -she said -My husband will be coming later and I must look decent for him... I took my hands off her headscarf and she kissed my mouth again. Then she crawled towards my face until her crotch was right above me. She knelt right above my face and lifted up her robes, her legs spread on each side of my head, her crotch less than a foot away from my lips. She was wearing a beautiful pair of white silk knickers with some lace on the sides and along the waist band. I could tell, from the greyish shading behind some of the lace that she also didn't shave her pubic hair. What a delicious sight. I could also smell the sweet, feminine scent of her pubic area, but this time I was aroused by it instead of disgusted. Her underwear was traditional and very elegant, and it looked so good that I wanted to eat it. I stared at it for a bit and then I looked up towards Alev's eyes, across the dark-green landscape of her robes. Her eyes were far away, almost hidden by her perfect breasts but they were looking at me with desire, from above. I then ducked inside her robes and could now see her bare abdomen and her white brassier from the inside. Alev let the robes drop down around me and I was now caught inside them, looking at her crotch in the twilight under her robes. The whiteness of her knickers was still more than visible. I couldn't resist my desire any longer and I finally kissed her beautiful crotch. This kiss was very long and passionate, full of tongue, saliva, and open mouth. How could I have done otherwise? This woman deserved it so much, and she even deserved so much more! As I kept on kissing her pubic area, the utterly feminine odour of her crotch enchanted me, and I would get high on her pheromones every time I breathed in. This was definately preferable to anything I did with my husband. Her panties were both salty and bittersweet, and the taste made me suck on her crotch like a horse sucks on a brick of salt. I wanted to rid her crotch of all taste, I wanted to hoover everything in, all gone, all in my mouth, all in my belly; all the saltiness upon my taste buds. She moaned and moaned and I sucked and continued to suck. What a beautiful woman! What an honour to be pleasuring such a beauty... I licked passionately, wanting to enjoy everything, all her womanliness, all her sweetness, all her softness. Her panties were delicious, but after a while I had sucked them out until they were completely wet and their taste was the same as the delicious organ they were covering. I was trembling with desire and since I was dying to finally suck another woman's pussy without cloth in between, I finally pulled Alev's panties to one side and plunged my face into her naked crotch. Alev lifted her dress to be able to watch me and everything became visible again in the light. Her vaginal lips were well-formed and her pubic hair was black and abundant, though no more than an inch long. I cupped her pussy with my mouth and stuck my tongue inside it. Her pussy had the texture of a warm clam and it had a salty-sweet taste that drove me insane. We then changed positions as quickly as we could. She got off me, I knelt on the floor, and she sat in front of me on the rattan sofa. On my knees, I resumed licking her naked vagina, making Alev moan and twist. As I sucked her out, my nose constantly rubbed against her pubic hair, and her pubic hair was delicious. It entrapped the most arousing feminine aroma which mesmerised me even more as I continued to lick and suck. Soon I did not know anymore whether I was enjoying this more than Alev. I loved how Alev moaned, she was such a female, and such a beautiful one. High-pitched and delightful, her complaining moans continued to turn me on as they got louder. I touched myself through my knickers with one of my hands as I continued to suck her out passionately. She moaned louder and louder and soon set off a delightful shriek that made her move violently and made it difficult for me to continue sucking her. During this last convulsion I put my arms around her hips and grabbed her waist, as I pressed my mouth tight against her vagina. She shrieked and screamed with a certain vibrato in her beautiful, melodious, female voice, until it was all over. I licked her softly a few more times and then got up, sat next to her, and French-kissed her full of feeling. Alev's femininity had become the object of lust for my own femininity. It was already 18.30 and Alev's husband would soon be home, so we decided to stop and we fixed ourselves up again. We were both sweating, and both wearing soggy knickers, but the summer heat would soon dry everything out. Alev got up and brought the tea and we sat there staring mischievously into each other's eyes and holding hands until we were finished. When we were done, Alev kissed me on the lips and then opened the door for me. She then asked me in a whisper to come back in two days. Her husband would then be on a trip to Istambul and I could stay the night. I remembered my own husband was in Croatia visiting his parents and he would also not be back until next week. I said yes to her invitation, but the door was open and I couldn't kiss her good night: The neighbours could be watching. 5. The experience with Alev continued to develop in the days that followed. Two days after our afternoon of lust I returned to her house as promised and I enjoyed her thrice as intensively as I had done before. We made love in her bed instead of on the couch, with enough time to taste every bit of one another's skin and worship every bit of each other's bodies. I also was finally able to see Alev's hair free from her headscarf, and it was indeed beautiful, dark and lustrous, though not as black as her pubic hair. We slept together and my sleep was peaceful and free of all nightmares. On Sunday I returned home early with sore lips and slept in my bed until the afternoon. At around 16.00 I got up, showered, fixed myself up and started to do domestic chores, all the while thinking of my Turkish beauty and blushing from the memories with her. That evening, Nica knocked on the door and asked me if she could borrow some flour. She was wearing a miniskirt again, a white one this time. I let her in and made small talk with her a while and asked about her life. As I looked at her I realised that I had forgotten how beautiful she was. She was shorter than me, maybe about 1.65m, but with her dark hair, olive skin and blue eyes she was like a supermodel. After chatting a bit with her I bent down to reach for the flour and, as I turned around to give it to her, I noticed that she had been looking at my backside. Ashamed that I had caught her looking at me, she started talking about baking, trying to distract me from her shameful deed. I smiled at her as I approached her, and I saw in her sweet blue eyes that she was becoming nervous. I approached her until my face was about a foot away from hers, but she didn't look away and fixed her eyes on my lips. -Do you ever get lonely? -I asked, but got no reply, as Nica began to breathe nervously. I slowly approached her and soon touched her lips with mine. She kissed me back quite shyly as she surrendered to me. I put my hands on her waist and then began to kiss her neck and her cleavage. She opposed no resistance to me. -Oh Marta! Sei una belìssima figa! -She complimented me in Italian, as I kissed her down her blouse. Soon I was on my knees in front of her and began to kiss the front of her legs just above her knee and just below the edge of her skirt. - Oh, yes! -She said again, -keep kissing me, you beautiful Yugoslavian woman... Completely aroused by her willingness, I lifted her white skirt and found a pair of ivory-white satin knickers underneath, which I immediately began to kiss and lick in a mad, delicious frenzy, enjoying both her scent and her taste. She put her hand on my head and began to moan, as my tongue began to struggle to pierce through the fabric of her knickers. Her taste was also salty and salty-sweet, somewhat different from Alev, but still delicious and also captivating. She soon had me worshipping her crotch like a slave, a slave to her feminine beauty, a beauty I knew was superior to my own. I then turned her around and kissed her ass with the same devotion. I didn't mind being her obedient slave for a short while, because at that moment she was a goddess to me. I turned her around again and continued to suck on her panies until, after a while more, she politely pushed my head back and said that she had better go back to her husband, otherwise he would come looking for her. She promised she would be back the next day to finish what we had started. When she came back the next day we made love more deliciously than two straight people. I blessed Catherine now instead of cursing her. I even tried to contact her to thank her for showing me the beauty of femininity, but she didn't reply. In a matter of days, I had changed radically. My homosexual experiences with other women had made me become sexually satisfied but also morally reprehensible. As a wife, I was unfaithful to my dear husband with Alev, whom I now considered to be my "steady girlfriend". And as Alev's girlfriend I was constantly unfaithful to her with Nica. Conversely, they were both unfaithful to their own husbands with me. A few months later all things would change with my divorce. Alev and I still made love several times before I moved to a different city to start a modelling career. I also continued to enjoy Nica's beauty too before I left. Alev cried her eyes out that last day I saw her, as did I. Nica also cried the day I left the flat. She took a great risk when she knelt in the gangway that day and emotionally kissed my crotch one last time through the thin fabric of my summer trousers. She did it in front of the open door of her flat, as her husband watched an Italian football match on the telly just a few metres away. She had stopped caring and seemed proud to be in love with me. Marta's Story Marta, looked back at Pancrak, laughing, "Something wrong?" she stood up and walked with a dancer's grace to the small refrigerator. Her Gymnast's body washed in the amber light of the lamps. She pulled two bottles of cold water out and brought them over to where he sat, still bringing his breathing back to normal. She dropped down next to Pancrak, tucking one leg under the other. Long hair draped over one shoulder. She tucked it behind her ear as she handed him one of the bottles, opening her own and sipping delicately from it. For a second Pancrak was reminded of a doe, sipping from a stream. "Wow! Mother fuckin' Wow!" was all he could say to her. She grinned back, "What did you think? I didn't have any tricks too? Shoooot." "Now ya got me curious" he said going all serious. "Maybe; or maybe you'll never know any more," she teased. "That's not nice," he pointed out to her. She pointed over her shoulder to the nameplate on her desk, laughing back at him. Crusher of Hopes, Destroyer of Dreams! Pancrak got to his feet. "I can't believe I got this for you on Tantos V!" "Sealed your own fate compadre!" they were enjoying themselves, back into a comfortable area. Telling jokes. She stood up, once again Pancrak was struck by her gracefulness, every move flowed. "Shower?" she glanced back over her shoulder as she opened a door at the back of the room. "Can't go home to the wife smelling like you just left B&H Consulting can you?" Pancrak held the door as they entered the small tiled room.