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Fucking My Mind Pt. 01

By: blondechristine2012



Author's Note.

This is a story about control. Control and manipulation. Control, manipulation, dominance, submission and most importantly it is about relationships. It is also about contrasts and differences in the roles we adopt dependent upon who we are with. Having said that it is not really about BDSM or pain or tying up or spanking or blindfolds or butt plugs or gags. It is more about a man taking control of a woman through his personality and of her welcoming that control and direction.

I am not sure that there is a Literotica category that is really suitable. Yes, of course Mind Control is a consideration, but then so is BDSM and Chain Stories. I guess I will switch around as I publish each part.

At the heart of the story is Guy Bresterton, a university professor and Christina a highly successful investment banker. Her bank sponsors a digital library at Cambridge University and that is how they meet. She is in her late thirties, is divorced and has a very demanding and powerful job where she manages a team of over 150, mainly men. Not believing in marriage or monogamy, Guy is single.

Christina has little time to build relationships of any depth or length and consequently she leads a largely disappointing sex life. Although not in favour of one-night stands, she buys sex. She has a network of escort agencies in the cities she visits most frequently and anonymously they provide her with the men she needs to satisfy her. She has no difficulty at all in intellectualising and reconciling the differences between her beliefs and behaviour.

Guy is a sexual adventurer. He is a non-conformist with strong and creative beliefs. He is also an exceedingly bright and intelligent man and that is one of Christina's fetishes: she is far more interested in what a lover has between his ears than between his legs.

The story is quite long so I have broken it down into several parts, each of which should stand alone as a meaningful story. Obviously it would be preferable if the parts were read in a chronological order, but that is up to the reader.

There are two other points of relevance at this stage.

Firstly, Guy fucks Christina the afternoon they meet.

And secondly, I am Christina.

*

Part 1 - We fuck on our first meeting.

They were someone else's fingers weren't they? They weren't my own, were they? Surely my own touch couldn't be that stimulating, could it? Even half asleep in bed, having beautifully erotic dreams, I couldn't imagine that the light caresses on my breasts were by me? Was I dreaming or was it really happening?

As my mind caught up with my body and both emerged from the deep sleep, so I remembered where I was and I answered my own questions.

The hand on my breasts was Guy's. I was lying on my left side. I was in his bed in Cambridge University. Firstly, the hand had stroked and caressed my boob, then cupped it and finally it had squeezed the pliant flesh. The fingers had found my nipple and pinched that, nicely, just right, not too much pressure, but enough to encourage the pink, puckered protuberance to stand up and send wonderful tingles through my body. The other hand was pushing at where my left side sunk into the amazingly comfortable, but totally impractical yet wonderfully evocative, feather mattress that Guy had inherited from his grandmother. It was fiddling its way between that and the left side of my body. I knew exactly what it wanted to do. I lifted up a little and felt a little shiver go through me as it wiggled through the gap and found my other breast. It repeated all the actions of the other hand. 'Mmmmmm wonderful' I thought and felt. 

But there was more, much more, there had to be. After all when you are in bed with a man and both of you are naked and it is the morning after a night of wonderful sex, there's bound to be more isn't there? I felt his chest against my back. I felt him lifting the blonde, streaked hair away from my neck. I felt him kissing and licking my neck and I felt my goose pimples erupt, it sent shivers through me, it was lovely. 

Most significantly of all, though, I felt his erection. I felt it against me, I felt it hard, long and hot. I felt it snuggled between the cheeks of my bottom and poking out the top of the crease. I felt it move, I felt him slightly thrusting it almost in time with the squeezing, pinching and caressing of my breasts and the kissing and licking of my neck. I felt him moving it, pulling it away, moving downwards a little and then fumbling it between my legs; I opened my thighs by lifting my right leg. One of his hands slid down my body and the fingers easily found my clit. He rubbed it, I grunted. I felt the bulbous end of his erection enquiring at the lips of my pussy. He pushed and I grunted again.

Then Guy fucked me from behind; it was absolutely wonderful.

*

It's so nice to have a boy-friend again after such a long time; nearly two years to be precise. Since separating from my husband I haven't been celibate, but I have been selective, well fairly, oh ok no I haven't I just like to tell myself that I have. In reality I have slept around a bit, been promiscuous and put it about rather too much. I've been with old flames and new lovers as well, to my eternal regret, my ex. But that's modern woman's, particularly a divorced one's way of life nowadays isn't it?

It was my job that caused the separation. I work in investment banking and am a mergers and acquisition specialist. I had headed up the UK, M & A for several years when a promotion to Head of European M and A became available. I got it and had to move from Edinburgh, Simon's home town, to London. Simon refused to come to London so we split; if you want to get to the top in investment banking most things can be redundant, certainly wives and husbands can be.

It was a powerful job. I ran a team of forty in London and had another hundred or so spread out across the major financial centres in Europe. I travelled a great deal both in Europe and to the New York headquarters of the US owned global bank Goddens. Often known simply as 'big G' we are amongst the two or three most powerful banks in the world and hardly a merger goes by that we are not involved in one way or another.

The promotion took my base salary up to just over a million, pounds not dollars and my bonuses should easily double that. On top of that there was the share options, the car, the apartment in London and every perk and tax dodge anyone could think of. I loved the money, the status, the power and the job; doing deals were like a lifeblood to me.

I hadn't thought I would get involved with anyone whilst in the job. My objective was to give it five years and then retire at forty five. Since leaving London University with an honours degree and going into banking I had never been involved with anyone connected with my job and I planned to keep it that way. I had seen too many careers go wrong because someone could not resist dipping their pen in company ink, or in the case of women being the inkwell!

So I was resigned to leading a lonely and largely sexless few years. Despite being separated and then divorced and having a free thinking and extremely liberal attitude towards sex, I didn't intend sleeping around or getting emotionally involved with anyone. I failed at the former, but was very successful with the latter. Recently when I needed sex I bought it; there are plenty of extremely discrete escort agencies around if you know where to look.

Things change though. 

The bank sponsors a digital library at Cambridge University. It was really a promotional gimmick to get to the brightest brains and show them good things about the bank. For some bizarre reason it came under the wing of M & A and as the Managing Director of that it was my baby. That was how I met Professor Guy Bresterton.

I'm thirty nine and he's forty seven. I am separated, he has never been married. He doesn't believe in it as an institution and sees it as an unnecessary restriction on man's natural desire to be polygamous. He is a professor of humanities at Cambridge University and is by some margin the brightest and most intelligent man I have ever known, certainly carnally. He is also obsessed with sex in all its forms. And on top of that he is drop dead gorgeous, with a big dick, amazing stamina and fantastic recovery powers.

*

"So you're the mysterious Christina are you?" The, slim, medium height, just taller than me, dark haired man wearing stylish, tortoise shell framed glasses asked me. After Kali had introduced us.

I quipped back. "Well I am Christina, but as to whether I am mysterious or even the mysterious Christina, I have no idea?"

"Hmmm."

"What's that mean?"

He laughed. "We'll see," he said as a few other people joined us adding as he looked deeply into my eyes. "Well at least the big boss then."

We were at a luncheon buffet party at Corpus Christi College Cambridge University. I was with Kali the Human Resource Director of the M & A business. She was Dutch and we had known each other for years having both been part of the same graduate intake some sixteen or so years ago. She knew I enjoyed the company of bright people for I had occasionally joked with her that the easiest way to get my knickers off was to speak Latin, know something about astro-physics, read and understand Shakespeare, perform calculus or be stunningly bright. As Guy and I chatted, I suspected he knew something about each of those subjects and more; metaphorically speaking, I could feel my knickers starting to slide down my legs already.

In addition to her HR and recruiting roles in my department Kali was also responsible for helping a number of the Cambridge professors, with the books they were always writing, the consultancy work most did for big business and the lucrative lecture tours they went on in such places as Australia, USA, and the Far and Middle East. 'Gravy train' stuff she called it explaining that the more active professors, such as Guy, would easily earn a quarter a million pounds a year from it; what a nice 'gravy train' I thought. 

"I knew you would like him," Kali said as we chatted over a cup of tea in one of the rooms of the college away from the heat of the Sunday mid-afternoon sun.

"He is fascinating," I replied.

"And good looking?" She offered.

"That too."

"Great hair."

"Yes."

"And nice eyes?"

"Lovely eyes," I replied the piercingly blue of them coming into my mind as I recalled the intensity of his stare as we had chatted. He had one of those looks that made you feel that you were the only person in the world as he spoke to you.

"And it goes without saying bright."

"Yes very bright" I replied adding feeling a little alarmed. "Hey what you doing?" As Kali ran her hand over my bum in the tightish, thin silky dress.

"Just checking," she smiled "That they're still there."

I laughed. "Yes well in place."

"I thought brilliance got them off."

"I don't do one-nighters with men I have just met."

"No, of course not darling," she replied with what looked like a smirk or knowing smile. "By the way are you going to come to the meeting this evening? Guy is the main speaker."

She was referring to a meeting being held in a rambling old house in Grantchester, just outside Cambridge. It was a regular get together of a humanist, free thinking group that we sponsored. Although I was aware of the meeting and was thinking I might go, I hadn't checked my email and hadn't seen Guy was the main speaker. That made my decisions for me.

"I know how much you like lively debate and insightful analysis, so you should enjoy this."

"What's the topic?"

"We are never told until we arrive."

What time should it finish."

"Oh eight, half past, plenty of time for you to scoot down the M11 and be in Docklands before the witching hour.

*

"Heterosexualism is an imposition on man to restrict his natural desire for same gender sex," was how Guy began his talk. To say I was amazed was an understatement, I was totally flabbergasted. I could hardly believe that the intellectuals and academics from one of the most revered, traditional and highly acclaimed universities in the world would discuss such a topic.

"Bisexuality is the natural state, heterosexuality is a social convention, largely developed by the Roman Catholic Church," he was explaining.

Looking around I saw that the fifty or so people in the audience were listening intently to his every word, many were making notes as Guy cleverly developed his points. Most of the audience was in their forties and fifties, I guessed, but there was a smattering of older and younger. There were probably slightly, but only just, more men than females.

As he so articulately and persuasively communicated his ideas so, several times, he looked to where Kali and I were sitting and gave me that 'you're the only person in the room' look. Each time I smiled and each time I metaphorically felt my knickers sliding down another inch or so! He was looking straight at me as he went on.

"There is ample evidence to indicate that most everyone would have some form of sexual activity with somebody from their own gender if there was no guilt."

I smiled encouragingly, perhaps, but more out of embarrassment as he continued.

"Although more likely to occur with women than men, due to their ingrained machismo tendencies, it is probable that within forty years or so most people, men and women, will have experienced some form of same gender sex and many will indulge regularly."

I was sure he could see me blushing as, smiling, he looked away.

"So mysterious Chrissy, what brings you to our group?" Guy asked me as we were having a drink after the meeting had finished. He had seemed, or so I, maybe, kidded myself, made a beeline for me when the debate ended and had asked if I would like some wine. As it happened I wasn't drinking for I had a fifty mile drive ahead of me later that evening

"So why the mysterious tag Guy?" I asked sipping a glass of water.

"Just an expression Christina, I find it gets attention and creates interest" he replied honestly, making me smile. "No seriously, Kali has mentioned you a couple of times when we have been er talking" he continued, rather hesitantly, making me think. 'I bet he's fucked her.' 

We chatted for an hour or so as people joined us, then wandered off and others came up.

"You know you two have been hogging each other all evening" Kali said coming up and putting her arm round my shoulders. 

"No we haven't," Guy replied. "Mysterious Chrissy and garrulous Guy have been holding court as others have joined us."

"Really?" Kali said, beaming at him as his eyes bored into hers. I was sure that sent shivers through her and I was equally sure, now, that they had fucked, maybe still were.

"Anyway, you have to circulate. I need to introduce my boss to some people and GB has a doting audience waiting to hear pearls of wisdom slipping from his garrulous mouth" she said smiling, slipping her arm through Guy's.

"Ok Kali, as usual you win" he smiled flicking the long lock of blonde hair that continually flopped down over his forehead back in place. "But just before I lose Chrissy, I have a request."

"What's that?"

"Could you give me a lift back into town, Megan who brought me out has gone, it's almost on your way to Docklands."

"Aren't you staying at the farm tonight?" Kali enquired of Guy then, looking at me she added knowingly "Guy has a farm over towards Wells, it's a lovely place."

"No I have lent it to my sister and her brood it depresses me when they are they, I'm staying at the college. About half hour then Christina?"

"Sure," I replied wondering what the hell was going on with Kali and Guy. It was interesting though.

*

I drove him the few miles from the meeting to Corpus Christi College where he 'roomed' as they called it. As I parked the car alongside the masses of chained up bikes in the narrow cobbled road, he said authoritatively.

"You are coming in aren't you? We'll have a bite to eat."

Being a professor, one of the youngest actually, he had a suite of rooms in the college that he told me was founded in the mid thirteen hundreds. Although clean they were furnished and decorated just as I imagined the 'home' of an academic would be, untidy, casual, a little sparse, but comfortable. He called someone on the phone and within ten minutes or so an old man in a white shirt, long black apron and a black tie and trousers arrived carrying a tray covered with a cloth. There was a delicious display of cold cuts, salad and fresh fruit.

"See Chrissy education does pay, free food delivered to your room on a Sunday evening. Much better than an Indian take away." 

I smiled. "I'll remind my nieces of the perks of a good education when I see them."

We ate and drank water, which he poured explaining he wouldn't drink as he knew I couldn't adding. "Unless that is you would like to stay the night."

"It's a little early to be asking me that isn't it?" I said genuinely surprised.

He smiled. "I did mean in a guest room Chrissy, the college has several." He paused bfore continuing "But if you prefer, I do have a double bed."

"Oh sorry," I mumbled totally embarrassed.

"Please don't be," Guy said walking over to where I was sitting. He put his hands on the arms of the chair either side of me, leaned forward, pushed my hair away from my face, kissed my forehead and whispered "But then you don't need to stay the night do you?"

"What, I'm sorry?" I said my body temperature immediately soaring.

"You don't need to stay the night to do what we need to do, do you?" He went on, stroking my hair and kissing my head.

"I don't understand" I burbled, quite lost for words, although I fully understood what was happening. I had never been 'pulled' quite as pointedly as this before.

He put one hand on my shoulder and gripped my chin with the other. He gave me 'that stare' with his blue eyes and said.

"You do understand, you know exactly what I mean and you know full well what we are going to do, don't you?"

I felt as though I was being hypnotised, perhaps I was. I felt that I was under his control, he was directing events and me as easily as a conductor did with an orchestra. I simply stared at him.

"Well mysterious Christina," he continued still staring at me? Taking my hands he pulled me up so I was standing facing him.

"Sorry, er, um, what Guy?" I whimpered.

He put his hands on my shoulders. I was wearing a white linen jacket over a cream and orange patterned, halter neck, silk dress.

"You have known from the moment we met just as I have that we will make love haven't you?" He said quietly his eyes boring into mine. I didn't reply; I wasn't able to. I was, as they so awfully say nowadays, simply gobsmacked!'

"Haven't you Christina?" he went on slowly removing the jacket. I felt helpless and did nothing to stop him, momentarily wondering if somehow he'd put some form of date rape drug in the food or water, but then I was fully conscious and was aware of everything that was going on; I was just powerless to resist. He dropped my jacket on the chair in which I had been sitting.

My dress was sleeveless and had a halter neck. It had straps that narrowed down from about three inches to one or so wide as they went from beside each of my boobs up and round my neck. It was joined by a patch of velcro at the back. Just above the knee in length and fairly full in the skirt, I no longer have the bum for tight, pencil skirts, it was backless to just beneath my shoulders and, as it had built in integral support, there were no unsightly straps or the need for me to wear a bra; something that with my boobs I can do quite easily.

I looked at him and couldn't help thinking back to his talk at the meeting. There, he had had gone on from discussing man's natural, but mostly dormant, desire for bisexuality to talking about how we are also sexually repressed. He blamed this on society's, particular the church, who I gathered he really doesn't like very much, insistence on mixing sex with and love and morals. 'We should' he had claimed 'be able to have sex without guilt when and with whomever we please, as long as they agree.' As he had been saying that I felt he had been staring at me, although of course it may have been Kali who was sitting next to me.


Fucking My Mind Pt. 01



"But then mysterious Christina being in the world of the free, thinking bankers you would know all about liberal attitudes towards sex wouldn't you?"

I didn't reply. Words just didn't seem to form properly

"Well?" He said running his hands up and down my bare arms.

"Oh Guy" was all I could rather ridiculously groan as he lent forward, took me in his arms and kissed me. At that moment he knew as well as I did, that we would make love. 

The kiss was deep and long. Our lips squirmed together, our mouths opened and our tongues found each other and duelled. Our hands ran up and down the other's back, our bodies pressed hard against each other, my breasts were squashed and he pushed himself firmly into my stomach. He broke the kiss.

"I still need an answer mysterious Chrissy."

"To what?" I asked as he removed his arms from round me.

"That you know we are going to make love don't you?"

I had never been put in such a strange situation before, but then I had never been with a man like Guy before; never with a man who played such mind games. The answer was simple and obvious, of course I did, but saying it was complicated and difficult. He knew that; it was as if he was reading my mind.

"It really is amazingly easy Christina to answer you know?"

"Yes I know."

"Then do that," he said walking a few feet away from me to a round yew wood, table with drawers in it. He opened a drawer and took out a box of cigars, Davidoff I noticed.

"I can't" I whispered.

"Then we won't will we?" He said rolling a long cigar between the palms of both hands. "Although I am sure you want to, don't you?" He went on cutting the end of the cigar.

"Yes" I whimpered, as he heated the end of the cigar before lighting it and puffing out a cloud of blue smoke.

"You do want to don't you Chrissy?"

"Yes Guy," I said starting to walk towards him.

"No, stay right where you are," he said sitting down in a green leather, high backed club chair alongside the round table. "Now tell me that you have known we would make love from the moment we met haven't you?" He went on clenching the cigar in his teeth as he undid his shirt and removed it.

"Yes Guy I think I have" I whispered reluctantly in some ways as I watched him stand up again. He undid his belt, slid his zip down and pushed his trousers off. He wasn't wearing underpants. He removed his socks and amazingly confidently stood in front of me naked apart from his open shirt. He sat down again and puffing on his cigar said. "Then undress for me, I want to see you."

He wasn't at all erect.

It seemed such a natural, innocuous and sensible suggestion. I had no feeling of resistance whatsoever, I wanted to undress, I wanted him to see my body. I realised that I wanted this man, who I had only met a few hours ago, to fuck me.

Nothing like this had happened to me in my twenty plus years of being sexually active. Sure I have had one-night stands, yes I have been to sex clubs both with Simon and with groups of girl-friends on hen dos, of course I have had other partners and Simon and I have been part of a swinging circle. Always though, I had to a large extent been in control. Even with Simon I was usually the more dominant party so feeling so much under the control of someone else was a new experience for me. And part of that was wanting to do as this man commanded.

Reaching up and behind my neck I took hold of the back of the halter neck of the dress and eased the two Velcro 'fasteners' apart. My heart was pounding as I stared at the near naked man sitting in the leather chair puffing on a cigar. I suddenly remembered that I was in one of the oldest and most famous colleges in one of the world's foremost universities. The mullioned windows were open and I could hear the sounds of Cambridge wafting in just as I could smell the aromatic cigar smoke. It was quite a cocktail of sensations.

I felt many things. Arousal, obviously; fascination, naturally; fear, largely of the unknown, slightly; sense of adventure, strongly; and desire, hugely. What I didn't feel was guilt and that surprised me as much as my strong wish to please Guy did. I am not at all the type of woman or person who unduly considers what others may think of them; in my position and the industry I worked in that was not possible if one wishes to get on. By peeling the front of my dress slowly down and baring my pert breasts to Guy I was doing what was arguably the most outrageous and, in many ways, the most wanton thing I had ever done. Having done that, I just stood there the ends of the neck strap in either hand and stared at him through the cloud of blue cigar smoke. What was I expecting, his approval, compliments, maybe his concerns, after all they are quite small or perhaps a comment on my nipples that are ver prominent? I didn't know what I was expecting or hoping for, but it was certainly not his gruff. "Come here."

Feeling totally under his control, I walked over to him my eyes taking in his toned, fit athletic body. He had a hairy chest, but I hoped not a hairy back. He was still flaccid. That surprised me for a moment, but then it registered that he was altogether surprising and different to any man I had met or been with before; he was a controller, of me, his environment and clearly of himself as well. Puffing on his Davidoff he gave my breasts the intensity of his blue eyed stare. My nipples, which already were hard, seemed to explode with sensations and grow even more erect.

"Very nice" he muttered, surprisingly not touching my boobs. "Turn round."

I stood there with my back to him wondering what he was going to do: reach round and grab my tits, stroke my bum or shove his hand up my skirt. He did none of those, but instead slid the zip on the back of my dress down and said.

"Take it off." 

I turned and did that, letting the dress slide down my legs so I could step out of it. I stood a few feet from him in just my white, lacy thong and high heeled strappy shoes. "Turn round slowly," he ordered me.

As I did that and felt his eyes devouring me I felt more feminine, more desired and more aroused than I could ever remember.

"You have a good body Chrissy. I shall enjoy using and enjoying it."

He stood up and took me in his arms. He kissed me and caressed my bum, slipping his fingers slightly inside the crease, something no one had done to me before on a first date. But then I had never done any of the things I was doing with Guy on a first date before; as I had said to Kali, 'I don't do one nighters.' As Guy's tongue slid deeper into my mouth and his fingers pressed firmly on my anus, in my mind I changed 'don't for didn't used to!'

"You do want me to use you don't you Christina?"

'Fuck what a question,' I thought, busily licking round his teeth and slightly opening my legs and, as a consequence, the crease in my bottom. I didn't reply at first, but recalling what had happened last time I adopted that tactic I grunted. "Yes," not really fixing in my mind just what having my body used meant.

"Then I will and it will be the most wonderful experience for us both, I have great plans for our future."

'Our future?' Bloody hell we only met a few hours ago and we already had a future! Still, I reconciled, that was probably preferable to being used, which in this context I interpreted as fucked, then kicked out in the middle of the night to drive home to my empty apartment.

I felt his hands on my thong, pulling and stretching it. It was not one of those super slim jobs that have just a half inch strip of elastic probing between your cheeks. It had a band of lace, covered on the inside, the wet side, in a silky material. Where it left the, also lacy waistband, which was more round my hips than waist, it was probably three inches wide tapering down an inch or so as it plunged southwards to dive between the full, rounded, cheeks of my bum. I didn't mind him doing that, in fact having your panties or thong pulled, especially upwards or backwards can, and usually does with me, exert pressure right on my clit, it was nice and he knew that for he was totally in control of what he was doing and, I knew, me as well.

As he pulled on that, so we continued to kiss and hold each other. His skin, other than on his hairy chest, was surprisingly smooth and, I thought, more like a woman's, it felt nice especially where our thighs were pressed together. He still wasn't, I noted, erect. That worried me, was it me?

Still holding and pulling on my thong he reached up and went to cup my breast. I eased back a little so he could get his hand between and then gasped as he pinched my nipple, very hard.

"Too hard?" He asked.

"A little," I murmured reaching down and trying to slide my hand between us. I wanted to feel his cock. He pushed me away.

"Not yet."

"Why?"

"Because," he replied again pinching my nipple hard and smiling as I looked into those gorgeous, but slightly cold eyes, "I say so Chrissy, you may be the big boss, but I am the boss here you know."

He squeezed my breasts and pressed harder on my anal hole. Like many men, nowadays, or so I read and have noted with those I have been with since my separation, he had a clear interest in that part of my anatomy and I imagined that part of our 'future' might well be in exploring that. Not being that keen on full penis penetration anal sex, I put that thinking to one side assuming we'd cross that bridge, or get stalled mid-way when the time arrived. I did panic a little, though, when I suddenly wondered if he might try to cross the bridge tonight; that would be something on a first date!

"Aren't I?"

"What?"

"The boss" he said pinching my other nipple equally as hard as he had the other one earlier; it was nowhere near as painful and I only just winced. I guessed that he knew it wouldn't be as painful. He smiled and added. "I am the boss of the boss aren't I?"

"Yes, but I don't really know you do I?"

"No not really you don't, just enough to have taken your clothes off and be naked in my rooms."

I smiled at the irony. "Well not naked Guy, I still have my panties on."

"Oh yes, so you do," he smiled.

I felt him pulling it again. He moved his other hand from my boob and gripped the waist, or should I call it hip, band of the thong. Then with one wrench, which put tremendous pressure on my clit and pussy lips, he tore the gusset from the waist band and, effectively ripped my panties from me. He looked into my eyes, his twinkling with something, amusement maybe, smiled and said. "Let's amend that to the past tense shall we?"

"You sod," I said half seriously, after all it was from AP and cost fifty quid, and half excitedly for having your knickers ripped from you really is a turn on; in the appropriate circumstances that is and these certainly qualified as that. As I felt them being ripped I felt his erection growing against my stomach.

Then he fucked me.

It was a strange, but exceedingly exciting and quite different fuck to any I'd had before.

For a start, he must have been inside me for well over half an hour. Secondly he didn't move very much. Instead, he held himself rigid buried deep in me and encouraged me to do at least an equal amount of moving. That was strangely stimulating, in some ways more like using a vibrator than being screwed. But as I was doing that his hands were all over my body, particularly on my bum and between my cheeks, and that gave me sensations in so many different places. He made me cum at least four times, but I am not sure that he ejaculated at all.

I didn't stay the night, but then I wasn't invited to and, in any case I don't think I would have wanted to for, after all 'I don't do one night stands do I?

Still wearing just the torn, white lacy thong and my strappy, high heeled pumps I, rather embarrassedly picked up my dress and jacket.

Guy had turned away and was standing naked still apart from the shirt relighting the thick, Davidoff cigar.

"Where's the bathroom please?" I asked.

Without turning and looking out of the leaded window onto the very dimly quadrangle in the centre of the college, he said. "Through the door, down the corridor and second on the right."

As I walked out of the sitting room where we had just had sex for nearly two hours I noticed he didn't even turn and watch me leave.

The bathroom was very old fashioned as, I suppose, should be expected in a Cambridge University college that was nearly seven hundred years old. It was functional and rudimentary, with no luxury or unnecessary fitments. I toyed with showering, but the big cast iron bath with a rather dirty and torn shower curtain wasn't inviting so I washed myself instead with a flannel and hot water.

Where he had ripped my thong the gusset hung down between my legs, but the waist band was intact. Without thinking I tried fixing it so it looked as if it hadn't been torn. For some reason I didn't want to drive the fifty or so miles home with no panties on, daft really. I fixed that by easing the waistband down a little further onto my hips so I could slide the back of the gusset into it and that would hold it in place. I did that and checked it out in the full length, free standing mirror. It looked ok, but I was a little alarmed at the red blotches on the tops of both of my breasts. The alarm was for two reasons. One, I would have to be careful in front of an escort who I was due to visit on Wednesday. Explaining love bites and teeth marks on your breasts, isn't an easy thing to do and secondly, and more importantly, I didn't remember him doing it.

He was starting to fuck my mind.



Fucking My Mind Pt. 02



Author's Note.

This is a story about control. Control and manipulation. Control, manipulation, dominance, submission and most importantly it is about relationships. It is also about contrasts and differences in the roles we adopt dependent upon who we are with. Having said that it is not really about BDSM or pain or tying up or spanking or blindfolds or butt plugs or gags. It is more about a man taking control of a woman through his personality and of her welcoming that control and direction.

I am not sure that there is a Literotica category that is really suitable. Yes, of course Mind Control is a consideration, but then so is BDSM and Chain Stories. I guess I will switch around as I publish each part.

At the heart of the story is Guy Bresterton, a university professor and Christina a highly successful investment banker. Her bank sponsors a digital library at Cambridge University and that is how they meet. She is in her late thirties, is divorced and has a very demanding and powerful job where she manages a team of over 150, mainly men. Not believing in marriage or monogamy, Guy is single.

Christina has little time to build relationships of any depth or length and consequently she leads a largely disappointing sex life. Although not in favour of one-night stands, she buys sex. She has a network of escort agencies in the cities she visits most frequently and anonymously they provide her with the men she needs to satisfy her. She has no difficulty at all in intellectualising and reconciling the differences between her beliefs and behaviour

Guy is a sexual adventurer. He is a non-conformist with strong and creative beliefs. He is also an exceedingly bright and intelligent man and that is one of Christina's fetishes: she is far more interested in what a lover has between his ears than between his legs.

The story is quite long so I have broken it down into several parts, each of which should stand alone as a meaningful story. Obviously it would be preferable if the parts were read in a chronological order, but that is up to the reader.

There are two other points of relevance at this stage.

Firstly, Guy fucks Christina the afternoon they meet.

And secondly, I am Christina.

*

Part 2 - Guy Gaining Control.

I masturbate in my car with him on the phone.

I am not a tramp. I'm not a slut, I'm not easy and I don't give it away or put it around to all and sundry. Before last night I'd had sex probably no more than a dozen times in the past year and four or five of them were paid for when I was travelling. I didn't want any involvement or emotional entanglement with men, or women come to that.

Just why the hell then had I gone back to this Cambridge University Professor of Humanities rooms in Corpus Christi College and let him fuck me for nearly an hour? That was a mystery. But I had and it fascinated and excited me. Why? Three reasons above all else was my conclusion. 

One him. Guy Bresterton was probably the most intelligent man I had ever met and I am a sucker for brightness; give me a big brain every time over a big dick. He and his mind were the reasons I went to his rooms after the luncheon party and the meeting.

The second reason was why I did act like a tramp? It was, I was thinking as I drove my Porsche down the M11 towards my Dockland's apartment, because he treated me like one. Daft reason I know, but thinking through the situation as I drove along the uncrowded motorway that Sunday evening around midnight, I was sure the combination of his intelligence, his manner and that approach, was why I behaved so differently to the norm. He moved my goalposts, took me out of my comfort zone, treated me with utmost respect as a sexual plaything, but with scorn as anything else. And on top of that he had the most amazingly blue eyes with which he stared intently, melting my resistance and creating an easy entrance for him into my knickers. 

The third was the most intriguing and in some ways most worrying for me. I am in banking. I work in M & A for one of the world's largest and most successful investment banks. I deal continually with other professionals, most of who are men. In my area of involvement, women take notes, make tea and clear up the conference rooms after the meeting. They do not manage either the proceedings or other people. I do though. My job is to direct, control and motivate others, it is to persuade and negotiate, lead and influence. At work I have to be and am powerful. 

In my relationships, sexual or otherwise, I have always been at least a partner if not the dominant one. So why the fuck had I let Guy so completely and utterly dominate me and why had I so easily and willingly been submissive to him? Even worse I was thinking as I went past Stansted why did I not regret it? Why was I not pissed off at that and why did I not feel guilty about both what I did and how I was so supplicant to him? Compounding everything was that even now just half an hour or so since he had fucked me I wanted him again.

Kali had invited me to the luncheon and introduced me to Guy. She now worked for me as my group's Human Resource Director. She was the bank's liaison with the University and thus, with Guy. She hadn't said as much, but I became sure during the day that a lot of their liaison was probably carried on with her lying on her back with Guy between her legs. Now, having had sex with him, I wasn't so sure that she would have been on her back, I hadn't been. I'd been turned round, bent over a table and fucked.

*

"Ok I'm off," I had said quietly coming out of the bathroom. I was wearing the halter neck, sleeveless and largely backless, cream and orange 'cocktail' dress and the white linen jacket with the sleeves rolled up a la Miami Vice.

I was surprised to see that he was still wearing just the shirt as he looked out of the small window smoking his cigar.

"Ok," he said turning slowly and looking across the comfortably furnished old fashioned manner room at me. He hadn't put on any lights so it was dim, but as he walked towards me I could hardly believe my eyes, he was fully erect. When we'd had sex, he'd made me cum several times and he'd withdrawn just after I'd climaxed. I was so worked up and sexually sated that I hadn't noticed if he'd ejaculated or not, but then I recalled as I washed there were no dribbles.

"Yes, fine," I mumbled "I'd better be going."

"Yes I guess so, but where is it?"

"Where's what?"

Smiling, coming closer and fixing me with that devastating blue eyed stare he said. "My trophy."

"I'm sorry?"

"My momento, my souvenir, my reward for what we did."

"I'm sorry Guy," I said fumbling through my oversized and bloody inconvenient bag for my car keys. "I don't understand."

"He came up closer and kissed me, pressing his erection very pointedly right into my stomach."

"Your panties Christina, where is the thong I tore from you?"

"Er," I started now feeling embarrassed as well as confused. "I'm still wearing it?"

"But why, it's torn."

"It feels odd not to wear panties."

"Ah such modesty, such conforming, such conditioning Chrissy, we will have to cure you of that", he said kissing me again. "And you being a big boss in a bank as well?" He went on breaking the kiss, holding my chin and fixing me with that amazingly intense stare of his stunning, but cold blue eyes.

Again that feeling of being controlled and directed came over me. I felt I was losing my power to direct myself and was coming under his spell. What the hell was it?

"Yes" I whispered.

"Turn round Christina."

I had no idea why, but I didn't hesitate for not doing as he asked, well ordered really, simply didn't enter my mind.

"Put your hands against the wall and support yourself."

"Why?"

"Don't ask Chrissy, you will never need to ask, always just do as I wish please."

I did and leaned forward my arms straight out, my hands against the wall.

I felt him pressing his erection against me, he rubbed it on the silk covering my bottom, the underside of it slipping into the crease of my bum. Then he moved away and, glancing back, I saw that he was kneeling behind me. Being slightly taller than my five feet seven his face was about level with my bum. I saw the long lock of blonde hair flopping over his forehead and watched as he flicked it back into place; I knew it wouldn't stay there, for it hadn't all day.

His fingers were on the hem of my dress and I realised that he was edging it up my bare, tanned legs. That sent a shiver through me, but whether that was of trepidation, lust, concern, embarrassment or excitement I wasn't sure, probably all of them. It went past the top of the back of my knees, up my lower thighs to about mid-thigh, where he stopped. He was muttering something that I couldn't quite make out and then I realised he was speaking in Latin, he sounded like the Pope! He ran his fingers very softly up and down my inner thighs, going almost up as far as the torn thong, but stopping just in time; it was hugely sexy. He pushed my dress up further, very slowly revealing my upper thighs, then my thong covered bottom to him. A gentle tug on that and of course the gusset fell away from the waist band.

"Now what's the point of that Christina?"

"None really," I admitted as I felt that blue eyed stare on my bottom and pussy.

"Then we should remove it and leave it here for display in my trophy case shouldn't we?"

"What?" I said, genuinely shocked "You'll put it on display?"

"Only for my eyes Chrissy, when I want to remember you, recall what we did, how we had sex and when I need to masturbate about you."

No man had ever spoken to me like that before and his words crashed into my mind, just as his talk on bisexuality had at the meeting earlier this afternoon.

"Because I will Christina, I most certainly will masturbate often about this," he whispered stroking the cheeks of my bottom almost with reverence. "And this," he continued, running his fingers along the lips of my pussy. "And of course these," he went on reaching up between my legs and squeezing my breasts.

"Oh Guy" I whimpered, now so under his spell I would have done anything he asked.

"Undo the halter neck" he said taking hold of the ruined thong and starting to ease it down my thighs. He quickly removed it as I pulled the Velcro on the halter at the back of the dress apart and let either side fall away from me, my leaning forward position helping it to fall from my boobs. The dress had some inbuilt support that my modest breasts needs, so I wasn't wearing a bra and they were quickly naked.

He was holding my hips, he licked the cheek of my bum. 

"You may play with your tits Chrissy," he said as if he believed I needed his permission. I'm not sure I did, but nevertheless I did cup and squeeze them with one hand as I continued supporting myself with the other. 

His lips and tongue were roaming over the cheeks of my bottom kissing and licking the full mounds and then gently nibbling them. That and what I was doing to myself created a wonderful mixture of sexual sensations. But they were nothing compared with what was to come.

I felt him grip each of my cheeks tightly. I gasped at the sharp pain as his fingernails dug into the soft, pliant flesh as he pulled my cheeks apart and then whimpered with pleasure as that pain combined with the pleasure of the tip of his tongue pressing right on my anus. He lubricated that with his spittle then wiggled his tongue so it slipped in a little way. That and my own caresses on my breasts sent me over the top and he gave me yet another orgasm.

"That's enough for now," he said standing up still fully erect my ripped thong in his hand. "We'll come back to that later won't we Christina?"

Without really thinking I had whispered "Yes Guy."

* 

On the trip home I couldn't work out what had happened to me. Well I knew what had happened, I had been well and truly totally seduced and royally fucked. It was the why that concerned and interested me. I just wasn't and never had been like that. I didn't need sex that much, I didn't 'fall' like that, I didn't open my legs easily. But I couldn't escape the fact that I had with him and big time.

I knew I was impressed by his mind and intellect. When Kali had told me about him saying he was among the most intelligent men she had ever met and given that she had a first from Oxford that made him special. And she wasn't wrong. But there was something else and I couldn't put my finger on what it was. Yes I was fascinated by him, interested in his views and attracted by his physical appearance. That did not explain, though, why I had given myself so easily and fully to him, why I let him dominate me so completely and why I had been his to do with as he wished, for I realised that was the situation.

My phone rang.

"You do have hands free don't you?" Guy asked.

"Yes," I replied wondering how he had got my mobile number, but I didn't ask.

"Can you pull off the motorway soon."

"I think so yes, the Harlow turn off shouldn't be far."

"Good, now undo that halter neck just as you did leaning against my wall."

"Guy, I can't driving."

"Yes you can it's easy, relax, free yourself. No one will see, the doors are too high" he told me. "I know, I have done it many times."

"But what if a truck comes past?" I asked my body beginning to win against my mind.

"Stay in the outside lane, now come on" he ordered, as I found my fingers fumbling at the Velcro.

"Are they out?"

"Yes, but I am at the turn off now."

"Good, find somewhere quiet. Are your nipples hard?"

I touched them and glanced down; they were like bullets.

"Yes."

"I am naked Christina."

"Really?" Was all I managed to stammer.

"Yes very hard, thinking about you, I'm holding your panties, they feel lovely against my cock."

I exited the M25 and turned off the main road into a lane. I went along it for a while, pleased to be in the dark with no traffic around for I wasn't too sure on the window height covering my bare tits; it did feel nice though being bare breasted and having Guy telling me about my panties and his erection.

"You know what you are going to do don't you Christina?"

"I think so yes."

"What is it?"

"You want me to masturbate, yes?"

"Of course, have you found somewhere?" He asked as I found a short track leading to a gate across a field with heavy bushes either side. I reversed into it and cut the engine. 

"Yes."

"I have started to wank, Chrissy and I want us to cum together."

"Oh," was all I could whimper sitting there in the dark silence of the countryside. 

I pushed the central locking button and turned the interior light off as, at the same time I stroked my breasts, just as I had earlier when he made oral, anal love to me.

"Mmm it feels lovely Christina, almost as good as fucking you did. My hand feels almost like your cunt."

I didn't say anything.

"You are still there Chrissy?"

"Yes Guy."

"Pull your skirt up and open your legs."

I did.

"We both know you haven't got any panties on don't we?"

"Yes Guy," I whispered.

"Because I have them here Chrissy and I am holding them round my cock as I imagine sticking that right up your cunt. The cunt Chrissy that you have to rub, right now."

"I can't Guy."

"Don't can't me, just do it, you slut, for that's what you are and sluts do that sort of thing don't they?"

He was right, he must have been for I did do it, I did rub my cunt and I did cum with him as I lay back on the low slung front seat of my car, my tits out and my dress round my waist.

*

I got a text message the next day.

'It was all great, I want to do it again soon, G'

But then I heard nothing for over two weeks. I was relieved, I think. It had all been extreme and disturbing. Perhaps I should just put it down to experience and forget about it, I thought. He and what we had got up to were way out of my league. I tried calling Kali at home, but remembered she was at the bank's world HR convention in San Francisco so I left messages there and on her mobile. On the Tuesday I got an email from her asking. 'Was a good time had by one and all?' 

I was in a meeting in Mayfair with the management team of a company that was making a billion pound bid for another business when my phone vibrated. It was a text.

'I want you again, contact me, G.'

My heart pounded and my pulse raced. Surely I could and should ignore it or say no. Looking around to ensure I wasn't being watched as texting in meetings was frowned upon I typed.

'When?'

'ASAP'

'Today?'

'Yes, this afternoon at 3, ok?'

'Ok'

'Call when you get to Cambridge, don't wear much and no bra.'

I was trembling, I felt hot and then cold, and then sick. What was I doing? I looked at my watch

"Er excuse me Richard,"

"Yes Christina."

"I'm sorry, I've had something come up, I have to go."

"You can't leave us now" the Finance Director said rather sharply. "Excuse me for five minutes" I said walking out of the large meeting room.

I called the number showing and Guy immediately answered.

"I'm sorry but I am with a client and can't get away."

"What do you mean cant, of course you can."

"We are in the middle of a brief on a massive deal, it's impossible."

"Nothing is impossible, you can get away, tell them your period has started or your mother has been taken ill or that your lover needs to fuck you."

"Guy please, I can't say any of those."

"You can Chrissy and will, for you want me to fuck you don't you?"

"Yes," I whimpered like a silly teenage girl.

"You want my lips on your cunt don't you?"

"Yes," I groaned feeling excited by his use of such crude and basic words.

"My hands on your tits, my tongue up your arse and my cock in your cunt don't you?"

"Yes Guy, yes I do."

"Then tell those fucking stupid businessmen that you are leaving. Be firm and they will go along with it."

Remarkably they did.

'Don't wear much' was running through my mind as I showered at home and started to dress.

I slid a lemon coloured, cheap thong up my legs and put another into my bag, just in case, I smiled. 'No bra' he'd specified, now that was awkward. I slid into a tight singlet that I sometimes wear at the gym. It's similar to the vests worn by athletes. Being thin, my nipples, over which I could clearly see I had lost control, beamed at me in the mirror like two beacons. Momentarily I wondered what he would think if I turned up like that and walked through the courtyards and quadrangles of Corpus Christi? Not daring to try it, I put on a yellow, silk blouse on which I left enough buttons undone to show the top of the vest and the swell of my boobs inside it. I toyed with what to wear down below and tried several garments until I settled on a white, fairly, but not overly, short, thin skirt with brass buttons up the front. Twirling in front of the mirror I felt I was following his brief.

It was just after one thirty when I set out and the ride through Docklands, past Beckton and onto the M11 was easy; it was too early for the rush hour and I knew that barring something unexpected I should be able to make Cambridge comfortably by three. I took my time keeping within the seventy speed limits as I buzzed north through the pleasant Essex, Hertfordshire then Cambridgeshire countryside.

Obviously my thoughts were on Guy and what was happening to me. I didn't understand it and was now starting to think I never would and did that matter? I was fascinated by him, the approach he took and his attitude towards sex; it was so different to everything I had ever believed in. I had never had any form of relationship based purely on sex, particularly sex of the sort he was introducing me to.

I also had no comprehension of the power he had over me. I couldn't believe what I had done this morning for I had never done anything like that before or that in the early afternoon I was now rushing to meet my lover; was that what he was, I smiled?




Fucking My Mind Pt. 02



I was fortunate that I had met him at a time when I had a little more freedom than usual. With the stock markets of the world depressed after the slow down in the Chinese economy and the crashing of oil, gas and other minerals prices M & Aactivity was slow. Hence, I was able to do the things I was doing, such as not worrying about rushing home the other Sunday and instead lying in my car in the dark, my tits uncovered and my skirt round my waist as Guy and I grunted to a mutual climax.

"Hi it's me" I said into my hands free.

"Where are you?"

"Not far, the sat nav says two miles."

"Ok come into the centre and get onto the A14."

"Not the college?" I asked.

"No I want you to see my farm. It's at Swaffham Bulbeck, put it in the satnav."

I found it quite easily and turned onto the private lane that was nearly a mile long. He was waiting for me at the door. I was surprised that he was wearing a dark blue, silk, mid-calf length dressing gown.

"Hi welcome to Blakes," he said walking across the cobbled courtyard and opening my car door. As I got out he took me in his arms and kissed me, quite unabashed that there were two working men and an older lady looking on. They took no notice and just got on with their work.

He put his arm round me and we walked inside. It was beautifully furnished, so much different from his rooms at the college. It combined wonderful antiques with the most modern of artefacts and furniture including plasma TVs in the kitchen and the small sitting room.

"A drink?"

"Well that depends when I next have to drive."

Smiling and settling his disarming, cold blue, but sparkling gaze on me he said.

"Tomorrow?"

As frightening, extreme, different and controlling as things had been on that Sunday, they were now quite the opposite.

We kissed and he took me upstairs to an equally modern and impressive bedroom with a huge bed. Beautiful music, Bach violin concerto I think, was playing, although the huge, probably fifty inch, wall mounted TV was on as well showing a fashion channel. The floor to ceiling French windows on one side of the two aspect room were open leading out onto what looked to be a sizeable balcony. I could smell the countryside and hear the sounds of birds and cows and sheep in the distance. A gentle breeze blew in keeping the large room cool and refreshing.

We kissed me and he undressed me slowly.

"Oh yes" he sighed when he'd removed my blouse, the skirt already having been discarded, he liked the buttons. "They look fantastic," he whispered running his fingertips round my clearly visible nipples, which were of course stunningly hard. "We'll keep that on I think."

He took my hand and pulled me towards a mirror covered door. Opening it we went into a massive black and white bathroom that had a large shower, which could easily take four or five people I guessed, a wet room and a sunken bath also large enough for a party. That was already full of cloudy water.

"In you go," he said slipping his robe off. I glanced down and saw that he was fully erect, I liked that and I smiled with, I must admit a touch of self-satisfaction, after all I had created it, I think.

I went to remove my singlet and he stopped me. "No keep that on," but he let me slide my thong off; no ripped underwear this time I thought.

The water was scented and slightly opaque. It was a perfect temperature. At one end there was a drain with water dribbling out and at the other a tap pumping in more warm water, it was perfect.

I slid in and lay down, my back against a pad that, wonderfully, was heated, they were round three sides of the bath, how thoughtful. The water came up to my waist.

"Dip yourself under" Guy said asking me to do what I guessed he would. I did and of course the singlet became as good as see through and clung to my tits like a second skin. "Mmmm wonderful Christina," he said joining me in the bath, sitting beside me and cupping both of my breasts in his hands.

We kissed and rolled against each other as he continued doing lovely things to my tits and nipples. His hands were inside the singlet on my bare breasts, they felt so sensitive and his touch was perfect, no red fingernail marks this time I thought, adding yet! 

He rolled the singlet up above my boobs and sucked my nipples as his hand went between my legs and as I stroked his hard on. It was straightforward, gentle, caring and very intimate lovemaking. I was thinking that he was probably going to take me right there in the bath after he had nearly made me cum with his fingers, but he didn't. Instead, using a large sponge he washed me all over, focusing, inevitably I guess, on my breasts and then between my legs which also nearly made me cum. I kissed him a lot and continually stroked and rubbed his cock, which seemed to be throbbing in my hand although he was still not hard.

"Come on Chrissy?" He pulled me from the bath and took me to the shower. He fiddled with a few dials and led me in, after pulling the singlet over my head and off. The water was coming out of the massive shower head in such thin spurts that it was almost like a mist. It smelt and felt lovely. He pressed another button and a creamy lotion started to flow from beside the showerhead, 'shit' I thought 'you don't even have to soap yourself in his world.' He rubbed the soap all over me creating a thick lather and then washed my hair. I repeated that on him. All the time we were touching each other and kissing. Turning off the soap he again adjusted the shower and we washed off the lather.

He got some large black and white towels from an airing cupboard; they were nicely warm. We rub dried each other and he wrapped a towel round me just above my boobs and another round his waist.

"Let us make nature earn its keep and let that finish us off," he said leading me back into the bedroom, through the French windows and onto what indeed was a largish balcony. It was more like a patio really, but on the first floor. It had marvellous views over the flat Cambridgeshire countryside and was not overlooked at all. The floor was a rich, dark wood decking. Half the area was uncovered with one corner having a glass roof and the other a canvas cover, which also, I noted had sides that could be pulled down to give privacy, or something. Under the glass roof there was a large barbecue a table and chairs and several kitchen type cupboards, presumably holding a fridge and cutlery and stuff. There were more similar cupboards under the canvas area, but in the middle of that there was, surprisingly, a double size, massage table. The uncovered area had numerous chairs and loungers.

"Wow Guy, this is lovely, but then the whole house is, it's amazing" I said as he poured me a glass of champagne.

"We're still working on it, but I'm pleased with what we've done so far?"

"We?" I asked feeling a little suspicious.

"A slip, I was using it royally, something which I detest, of course."

We sat and let the warm air dry us off sipping the champagne and actually finishing the bottle. We talked about so many things: the forthcoming rugby World Cup, the oil situation, topical TV shows such as Strictly and the X factor, the recent general election, ISIL and human rights in Saudi Arabia and the new tory government that he detested. There hardly seemed a topic that we didn't cover and that he wasn't interested in. His views were generally anti-establishment and extreme, but were always backed up by sound argument and analysis. I enjoyed it immensely.

"Have I told you about my ambition to become a sexual explorer, Chrissy?"

"Er no Guy you haven't."

"No of course, we haven't talked that much, I keep forgetting we have met so recently. Anyway some other time, maybe I'll write to you about it, I'd appreciate your view on it."

"Ok," I said feeling flattered that such an intellectual would rate my views on anything.

"But now," Guy said standing up. "Is not the time for that."

"No?" I asked looking at him as he put his hand out and took mine in his and pulled me up.

"No there are other things we need to do that are much more important, come on."

He led me across the decking to the canvas roofed area and stood me by the massage table. Fixing me with that stunning stare, he reached out and slowly untangled the towel, just above my boobs. I felt powerless to object as he bared my body in the open air, not that I wanted to.

"You look beautiful Christina," he said dropping the towel on the floor. "On your front first please."

It was amazing. 

The breeze on my nude body, the smells and sounds of the countryside and simply the slight sordidness of being naked out of doors set the scene. The warm oil on me, Guy's sensitive and gently powerful hands and fingers gliding and probing over my back and the sensations he was giving me created the intimacy of the situation. And then, as his movements changed from being a massage to being one continual caress, as the focus of that became the inside of my thighs and as he was going ever closer to my pussy, which must have been streaming with my womanly excretions, so he built up the sexual intensity and expectation. 

Of course, eventually, on one of his unhurried, caressing sweeps up the inside of my parted legs, he didn't stop. He kept going, he maintained his direction and purpose and he ended up precisely where both he and I had wanted his fingers to be since the start of the massage: right on pussy. I grunted and my body jerked. He pushed, my body jumped again and I groaned.

"Yes."

With no further hesitation, no teasing and no more foreplay, Guy did what we both wanted. He shoved two or three straightened finger right up my cunt. I gripped the massage table, my head rocked from side to side, my back may have arched a little, my bum probably lifted off the table and my legs closed round his pleasure giving hand as he finger fucked me to an urgent, a necessary and a quite stunning orgasm.

He wasn't finished though, but then why should he be? 

He turned me over, laid me on my back, kissed me and held me as my body shuddered its way up one side of the orgasm wall, rode a long its crest for what seemed and age and then slowly slid down the other side.

"Oh God Guy, phew?" I said running the back of my hand across my eyes.

"Good?"

"It was wonderful."

He started to caress my breasts.

"More?"

"Mmmm was all I could muster," as I watched him take a pace backwards and drop the towel. His cock was now hard.

He climbed onto the table with me. He kissed me and ran his hands over my body, making me jump when he touched my lips or clit. I was still hugely sensitive there so soon after my climax; sensitive, but also so ready for more. 

His cock slid into me so easily. We were both so ready for full sex. It wasn't extreme, outlandish or particularly adventurous; none of that was necessary. No, he rolled on top of me, I opened my legs, he fumbled around with his erection then pushed it into me. It was very welcome indeed. Then he fucked me in a typically, traditional way. It didn't take long, it didn't need to, we were both ready and we both climaxed together.

I stayed the night and woke up in his bed the next morning to the delicious sensation of his hands on my breasts and his erection between the cheeks of my bum. It had been such a long time since I had experienced that. I was enjoying having a boy- friend again, albeit a rather different one to any I had before!



Fucking My Mind Pt. 03



Author's Note.

This is a story about control. Control and manipulation. Control, manipulation, dominance, submission and most importantly it is about relationships. It is also about contrasts and differences in the roles we adopt dependent upon who we are with. Having said that it is not really about BDSM or pain or tying up or spanking or blindfolds or butt plugs or gags. It is more about a man taking control of a woman through his personality and of her welcoming that control and direction.

I am not sure that there is a Literotica category that is really suitable. Yes, of course Mind Control is a consideration, but then so is BDSM and Chain Stories. I guess I will switch around as I publish each part.

At the heart of the story is Guy Bresterton, a university professor and Christina a highly successful investment banker. Her bank sponsors a digital library at Cambridge University and that is how they meet. She is in her late thirties, is divorced and has a very demanding and powerful job where she manages a team of over 150, mainly men. Not believing in marriage or monogamy, Guy is single.

Christina has little time to build relationships of any depth or length and consequently she leads a largely disappointing sex life. Although not in favour of one-night stands, she buys sex. She has a network of escort agencies in the cities she visits most frequently and anonymously they provide her with the men she needs to satisfy her. She has no difficulty at all in intellectualising and reconciling the differences between her beliefs and behaviour

Guy is a sexual adventurer. He is a non-conformist with strong and creative beliefs. He is also an exceedingly bright and intelligent man and that is one of Christina's fetishes: she is far more interested in what a lover has between his ears than between his legs.

The story is quite long so I have broken it down into several parts, each of which should stand alone as a meaningful story. Obviously it would be preferable if the parts were read in a chronological order, but that is up to the reader.

There are two other points of relevance at this stage.

Firstly, Guy fucks Christina the afternoon they meet.

And secondly, I am Christina.

*****

Fucking My Mind Part 3

Guy takes me into lesbian and 3 way sex.

*

I was in New York at the monthly global heads of M & A meeting. There were fourteen of us at this level and we met monthly to discuss, prospects, deliver our monthly P and L and balance sheets and form alliances with each other. It was heady stuff and we were a powerful force in the bank. Reputations could be made or ruined on how you performed in this forum. I was tense and nervous and trying hard to impress without being too obvious. I was the only woman in the group.

The email came through around ten in the evening as we had dinner at Sardis. It was from Guy.

After making very tender love in his bed in Cambridge, I had slept and then left the next morning, a Monday. We had spoken during the day and I reminded him that I was going to New York that evening. I had arrived, checked into the Pierre, had a quick shower and then cabbed it to Sardis. I received the mail at ten, which is three in the morning GMT meaning that he had probably composed it in the middle of the night. I excused myself and joined the smokers in the rear courtyard to read it. My body started to tingle as the words crashed into my mind.

Christina

It has been wonderful having sex with you over the past two days and before in CC, I have enjoyed you. You have a luscious body and you know how to project that in a sexually provocative and attractive way, I adore that as much as I am beginning to adore your approach to sex. More than anything I admire your mind and it is that what I will fuck with this mail. 

I hope you have enjoyed me as much as I have you, so far.

I realise that being as promiscuous as you have been with me probably does not come naturally to you. It should, you should work at that. Sex is merely a physical experience just as eating, sleeping, bowel and bladder movements, thinking and artistic pursuits are. It is an expression of yourself, not an indication of love. That, as with imposed heterosexualism as we discussed at the meeting, is simply a tactic of the religious establishment to encourage conformity to their teachings and provide them with the power to rule others. Man is a creature of sexual need and it should be used as one's emotions suggest, not as others dictate. Monogamy is a crime against us, polygamy is man's natural condition.

We should all seek sexual liberation. It should be our choice, without being made to feel guilty, to fuck or be fucked by anyone we choose, when, where and how we choose. It is our unalienable right and we need to enforce that.

That is how I live my life Christina, I am a sexual explorer, an erotic adventurer, a free thinker and a humanist. And that, Christina, is why I am appealing to your sexual intellect for you to join me. I want to explore sexual adventures with you. I want us to go on a journey, a journey of erotic discovery. Yes, I want us to explore our limits. Our limits of sexual experiences and limits of our sexuality.

How?

Well we have started. That Sunday at CC, later in your car and now yesterday. They were early explorations, initial adventures, but they were, as it's said, just our starters for ten, there is so much more to savour, explore, experience and find out.

I don't want to test your limits, I want to take you beyond them. But first we need to find them? Do you know where they are? Are they fucking a stranger, fucking on a first date, letting him rip your knickers, rubbing your own tits as he watches? Are they letting him fuck you from behind, having him lick your arse until you are helplessly cumming or wanking yourself in your car when he telephones you later? Are they near or past your limits Chrissy, if indeed you have any? Do sluts have limits, isn't being a true slut a high enough rating? It is for me, there can be no finer state of womanhood than to be a true slut.

Have you surprised yourself with me? Have you wondered why you have done what we have done? Was yesterday and Monday a surprise? It was different wasn't it, being firstly finger fucked outside then shagged on that massage table? Do you like sex in the open air Chrissy, do you like it when and where you might get caught? Was it exciting driving your car with your tits out and wanking yourself in it with your skirt round your waist? 

You gave into me so easily. That was great, but don't feel guilt, don't think it makes you a slut. You are slut without doing anything like that, but you are only the slut of your chosen one or ones. You are not a generic slut, but a very specific one, mine. And you like that don't you? You liked me treating you as a slut, making you bare your tits for me, playing with yourself and then wanking in your car as we spoke on the phone, didn't you? And you'll do that again won't you? You enjoyed being abused, hurt and dominated, you liked being my sub, but you also loved being loved as yesterday? Like me Christina I think you love it all and want it all.

You have a flexibility of attitude and an openness of mind that equips you to be, not only my slut, when we want you to be, but also many other things. 

I love your body, I like small tits and womanly curves, I like your chunky thighs and full buttocks and, as you have seen I adore your arse. I want to capture, invade and possess it, all of it, as if it's mine; your tits, your nipples, your clit, your cunt and your arse Christina. As much as they are physically yours I want them to become emotionally ours. But as much as I want to ravage your body, I want to own and possess your mind. Yes I want to invade it, your, thoughts, feelings and emotions. I want to know what is between your ears as intimately as I know what's between your legs Chrissy. I want both; I want your cunt and arse, but more than anything my delicious slut I want your mind, I want to possess that and I want to fuck that every way I can. I want to fuck it as I am fucking it now, I am aren't I Chrissy, I am fucking you now aren't I, your mind that is not your cunt? That's down to you, your mind is mine, your cunt is ours, let me fuck your mind as you fuck your cunt. You are starting to do that aren't you, just as my words are starting to shag your brain? Are you touching yourself yet, have you loosened any clothing or removed any thing? Will you masturbate, have you, are you?

I will see you and have you again, very soon my wantonly gorgeous slut.

In lust and in need of your mind

G

I was amazed. I was also impressed and I have to say pleased, in a way. It surprised me that a man of such academic leanings would even think, let alone write so graphically about sex; I had always thought that big minds occupy themselves with important and serious topics, not sex, but then, I suppose, what is that if not important and serious?

I also felt a sort of relief. In many ways I agreed with what Guy was saying about sex and love. I had worked out in my mind that they were not intrinsically linked, but I had not been able to define their relationship. Guy was explaining there was none. I also agreed that everyone should have more sexual and sexuality liberation, after all supposedly me and the Scandinavians manage it.

But going on a journey, what did that mean? Where would we go, how would it be acted out? Did that matter though? Did I need to know? After all I had done things with Guy that I had never done with anyone else and would never have thought I would do, so why bother about rules. I trusted him and I was fascinated by him. Yes that was the word, it wasn't love it was fascination and that I was beginning to see was far more powerful. I had never masturbated myself in a car at night in the country for a man I loved, but I had with one who fascinated me.

I was though, beginning to worry a little at just how much control he was gaining over me. It was a new experience for me. I had not been like this before and that concerned me somewhat. However, as I do when I get any problem I had researched it on the web and had found the 'Fifty Shades of Grey syndrome' as some now called it was far more common than most of us believed. What was even more interesting and germane was that it was very prevalent amongst women who held high powered positions.

The sheer idea of the journey was a turn on. He was a turn on, everything about him was. All we'd done so far, as extreme as it was had been a turn on and, of course this mail was as well. No one, not even the men and women I'd met in chat rooms when I first moved to London and was extremely lonely had written anything like this to me. I enjoyed the way he combined sophisticated phrasing with totally basic words, the way he wrote about him fucking me and how he described my cunt. Few can get away with using such words, but Guy could.

The mail intrigued me, it excited me and yes, like Guy, it fascinated me, aroused me and turned me on. I was physically shaking when I returned to the private dining room to rejoin my all but one male colleagues. Before I did, though, I, pressed reply, typed and then pressed send. I had typed just one word.

'When.' 

I was surprised to get an almost instant reply.

'Good, I am pleased, the journey starts here, undress.'

I smiled.

'Can't I am in New York having dinner with my colleagues.'

'Can you come here tomorrow?' 'No I don't fly home until tomorrow night.'

'How about Friday?"

I knew I shouldn't. I had stolen time earlier in the week, I was in New York and now I was thinking of bunking off work again on Friday.

'Yes, what time?'

'Early afternoon, say two?'

'That would be fine, anything else?'

'Obviously don't wear much, lol, maybe stay the night too. Yes?'

'That would be nice.'

*

I got back to The Pierre around eleven and as he had told me I mailed him. He replied immediately even though it was four in the morning in the UK.

I had, as they called it cybered before. I'd had a busy web period after I parted from my husband. Chat rooms were popular then and I had found them to be a nice diversion and also a useful aid to masturbation and relieving the frustration of again being a single woman.

The previous times had not been as intense as this one though. When we finished I did feel slightly guilty for the scene was pretty sordid. I was laid back in the leather chair, my white blouse was undone, my tits were pulled out of my bra. There were red marks on them where Guy had told me to pinch myself with my fingernails, my black suit skirt was pulled up round my waist, my panties were round my ankles and both of my hands were buried deep between my legs.

He enjoyed making the scene wanton, almost lewd. He would never let me strip off and demurely, almost, lay on a bed and masturbate. He made me pull my skirt up rather than take it off; undo my blouse, but leave it on, pull my tits out of my bra rather than remove it and push my panties down round my knees. He ordered me to press my fingernails into my breasts so that I marked them, pinch my nipples so that they hurt and squeeze my tits far harder than I should. As I was doing what he told me he made me describe what I was doing and how I was feeling. Our phone sex was all about me. It was almost as if he was not involved other than being the puppet master who was pulling the strings on his puppet, me. It was undignified, humiliating, abusive and degrading, but it was also incredibly erotic and, I had to admit, precisely what I wanted and needed.

Guy made me cum very quickly, but didn't give any indication as to whether he had or not, which was often the case even when he fucked me. 

I had no idea what to expect as I drove up the M11 once again on the Friday. It was very warm so I had done as instructed and not worn much. Just a cornflower blue, mid-calf length, loose dress with panties. No bra. The top was scooped quite low and there were two, roughly one inch wide shoulder straps. I wore a string of large pearls, false of course, round my neck; they came down to near my nipples and bobbled over my boobs as I moved, but then a lot of other stuff also bobbled as I moved; I hope he was being truthful when he said he liked my tits!

As he'd told me to I rang when I had parked my car in his reserved place, parking is always at a tremendous premium in Cambridge.

"Ask Perkins, he'll meet you when you park the car, he's the old chap who brought the food when you were here before, remember?"

"Oh yes, right."

"He'll show the way to my meeting room."

Perkins did as Guy had said and directed me up a different set of stone steps into the old college. I went into the large, old fashioned and rather tattily furnished room, which I couldn't help contrasting to Guy's farm, which was beautifully designed, decorated and furnished. 

Guy had said that he was finishing something and had suggested I have a glass of wine "Just to get you nicely relaxed" he'd said. I'd smiled back and muttered into the car's hands free phone system.

"Who says I need relaxing?"

"We all do always Chrissy, you know that."

I'd been there ten minutes or so and I was half way through the glass of wine that I had found in the fridge just as he had said, but then everything seemed to be that, just as he said. Even now sitting in his stuffy, hot meeting room wearing just my dress and panties with mid height heeled pumps, I could feel his presence, even though I hadn't seen him and had no idea where he was. Already I could feel myself coming under his spell. I could feel my sexual inhibitions fading away, just as they had the first time I had been to Corpus Christi College with him and just as they had at his farm the other afternoon. 

But I was getting edgy, I finished the wine and looked at my Cartier watch that I hadn't really meant to wear for it is a bit flash and very chav: I had been there twenty five minutes. I poured another glass of wine a smaller one and sipped that impatiently looking at my watch as I wandered round the room that was littered with piles of books and files. It was now over half an hour. I was getting a little annoyed, yet at the same time, oddly, aroused as well. I looked at myself in the glass door of a large book filled cabinet. My nipples were clearly erect. I knew the bastards would be, they always let me down. I felt shivery and I had goose bumps on my arms. 'Fuck' I said to myself 'If he can do this when he isn't even here' I left that unfinished as my mobile rang.

I felt annoyed at him at keeping me waiting like this. I thought he was probably doing it on purpose as I often did when negotiations in a takeover were at a delicate stage. He was putting the shoe on the other foot, making a demonstration and telling me that although you might be a fucking powerful banker you were still a woman and one that could be manipulated and controlled. I didn't really like that, but acknowledged that it was true, that he could manipulate me, control me, direct me and yes dominate me. And as much as on one level I didn't like it on another his control over me aroused me.

My mobile rang.

"Come down the corridor Christina, the one where you went to the bathroom and come into the room that is two doors past that. Ok?" Guy said, making me throb with expectancy and excitement at hearing his voice and forgetting any idea of being annoyed.

"Yes of course," I gabbled.

"It's my bedroom" he added, making me nearly gag on the wine I was finishing.

My mind was filled with the beautiful memories of the afternoon, evening, night and next morning at his farm as I walked towards his bedroom. I was going to his bedroom, I was going to bed with him, I kept repeating silently.

I knocked on the door assuming he would open it, maybe naked I thought smiling at the vision it conjured up, going even further as I pondered as to whether he might also be erect.

"Come in Chrissy" he called out. I turned the round, wrought iron handle, pushed the heavy oak door open and walked in expecting to see Guy waiting to greet me. He wasn't. The room was laid out like a typical hotel room only much larger; a short corridor leading from the door to the main part of the room with a bathroom off that to the left. I walked down the short corridor wondering why he hadn't greeted me or come to meet me. As I reached the end of the corridor and was able to see the entire room I saw that he was sitting up in bed, with the sheet round his waist, his hairy chest nicely bare. I was just about to say hello when something moved in the bed on the other side of Guy and he said.

"Of course you know Kali don't you Chrissy?"

Seeing your lover in bed with another woman must be one of the most traumatic sights for anyone. When he's with someone who you thought was a friend, it's even worse. And my 'boy-friend' was most certainly in bed with another woman and that woman, Kali, was supposed to be my friend and more significantly my employee. How the fuck do you cope with one of your closest business colleagues being in bed with your lover? I almost burst into tears and wanted to turn and rush out, but something stopped me and that something was as bizarre as anything I had experienced in such a situation.

Getting out of bed naked Guy walked over to a table with drinks, glasses and an ice bucket on it. He was at least semi erect.

"Sorry to keep you waiting Chrissy" he smiled "I was just finishing something."

Kali sat up, the bedclothes falling away from her full breasts. Seeing me, she pulled them up to cover herself making me think 'Yes I can guess what he was finishing and that was fucking you my HR Director.'

"Guy, what's going on?"

"I told you Christina came in on Sunday evening didn't I?"




Fucking My Mind Pt. 03



"Yes," Kali said looking every bit as I felt, surprised and upset. "So?"

"Well you know my views on such things, I thought it would be nice for all of us to get together. You don't mind do you Kali? I mean we have er sort of been there before haven't we?"

"You could have told me, warned me" she said again looking at me, standing in the middle of the room like a lemon or, as the phrase came into my head, 'a spare prick at a wedding'

"Hi Chrissy, how are you?"

I came close to telling her to go fuck herself and not to mess around with my boy-friend, but before I could, Guy came over to me, slipped his arm round my waist, kissed me on my cheek and whispered.

"Don't be jealous, remember what I said about polygamy?"

He handed me a glass of champagne, which I sipped realising that it wasn't really her fault. I had been pretty sure when I saw them together on that Sunday that they were, or at least probably had been, lovers. I suppose my thoughts were clouded by those typical girly hopes of a man being faithful to her, especially after the wonderful day and night we had just had at the farm. 

"I'm fine Kali and you?" I said, rather coldly I think

"Great luv," she said as Guy walked over to the bed, bent over flashing his gorgeous arse at me and handed her a glass of champagne. She seemed to beam up at him and said, huskily.

"Thanks darling," glancing away from Guy to me as if to emphasis the point that he had probably just fucked her.

We'd been acquaintances, rather than friends for some time, having worked in the bank though in different areas until my promotion. She was a highly rated manager in the bank and I had found her to be superb as a human resource specialist. 

"Look relax Chrissy, be cool everything's fine," he was saying topping my glass up again and standing dangerously close to me given his nudity; it made me tingle to be so close and to have his gorgeous cock, even if it had probably been in my friend just a few minutes ago, so close to my hand. Despite being pissed off at him, it took all my resistance to stop myself reaching out and gripping his half erect cock.

"Come and sit with us and let's talk, we're all friends aren't we?"

I let him lead me over to the bed.

"I'm going to the loo" he said turning away and walking out.

"Sorry Chris," Kali said.

"For what?"

"Well being here, I suppose, I didn't know he was going to do this."

"Neither did I," I replied becoming acutely aware of her nudity under the thin sheet as I sat on the edge of the bed beside her.

Kali is far from being a beauty. Her largish, slightly hooked nose, overly pointed chin and small eyes ensure that. Also she doesn't make the best of herself. She usually has her mousy hair in a pony-tail, she wears glasses and is by no means a stylish dresser. However, she has a great body. She's slim, but very busty, around five eight tall, with long, long legs, and a great arse, both of which most of us would show off in short skirts and tight trousers; not her though, she's more baggy jeans and ankle length skirts. 

With her lying in bed, naked, I could see the outline of her breasts and legs under the sheets, she was not wearing her glasses and she had her hair down, she looked more attractive and certainly more sultry than I had ever seen her.

"I assume you knew or Guy told you about us?" She asked.

"No, nothing."

"Well that's him, he looks at sex and relationships differently to most people."

"How do you mean?"

"Well he is different to anyone I have ever known and he looks at life and most aspects of it differently as well."

"Yes I'd sort of gathered that."

"That's what make him so fucking fascinating isn't it?"

"Yes I suppose it is, and that bloody stare of his."

"Jesus yes" Kali giggled, when he turns that on, I've just had it."

"He seems to be able to control me, see right into my mind and know what I am thinking, if you know what I mean."

"I do know exactly what you mean," she said as I felt her leg under the bed clothes touch me.

Guy came back, still naked, but now flaccid; he still looked good.

"Sorry about that, but when you gotta go you gotta go," he said standing beside me. "Sorry to surprise both of you but you know me."

"Yes Guy we do," Kali said reaching up from the bed and holding his hand. 

"Still dressed Chrissy, I see," Guy muttered looking from Kali to me. By their glances, they seemed to be saying something to each other, but I couldn't make out just what. He took my hand and pulled me up so I was standing beside the bed looking down at Kali

Yes Guy," I replied glancing at him and then looking at Kali, trying to indicate without saying 'not in front of her.'

"Oh don't worry Christina, Kali won't mind, will you?" He said reaching down, gripping the top of the sheet and then almost, as if in slow motion, pulling it away from her so that my business colleague and friend lay there completely naked right in front of me just a few feet away. She didn't move or, as they say, blink an eye lid. 

"No Guy," she mumbled as I looked at her naked body. I could see that as I'd been several times, she was falling under his spell, he was starting to direct and control her. But then, as his hand reached down and flittered across her chest, the back of his fingers rubbing across her nipples, which seemed to burst into life, he turned his gaze on me. His ice cool, blue eyes fixed on mine, he stared deeply at me, a slight, quizzical smile on his lips. I felt myself, going, giving in and falling under his spell. Some of that was due to his sheer audacity of fondling Kali's breasts as his eyes made love to me, the bastard.

"So Christina, we're all friends here, almost all lovers really, aren't we?"

I could hardly speak, I was choked up, embarrassed and hugely aroused. I could only stammer yes.

"And soon Chrissy we might be mightn't we?"

"What?"

"All be lovers."

At first, I couldn't believe what he was saying, but then I guess I did. It was so Guy and it had, I suppose been on the cards since I had walked into the room. I didn't reply, though and was relieved that Kali didn't say anything either.

I felt Guy moving closer to me. One of his arms came round me and held my waist and with his other hand he pulled my hair away from my neck and kissed it. That sent a little shiver through me. His other arm then also slithered round me and he cupped both of my breasts in his hands. I sighed with the pleasure and excitement of the gesture. He squeezed and lifted my boobs and his forefingers and thumbs found my nipples in the thin dress and he pinched them.

"No Guy" I groaned feeling him pressing against my bum; it felt as though he was erect, I was amazed.

"Why not Chrissy?" He asked totally ignoring me and continuing to stroke and rub my breasts.

"Because er, um, we're not alone," was all I could think of saying.

"Of course we're not Chrissy, there are three of us and that's the point," he went on sliding his fingers down the front of my dress right onto my breast confirming that I wasn't wearing a bra. "Mmmmm, good girl," he whispered finding and pinching my hardened, naked nipple. He kissed my neck again, continued squeezing my breasts and nipples and pressed himself more firmly against me telling me for sure that he was hard. 

I had my eyes closed, I was embarrassed to look at my friend, largely because she was naked, but then it was also because of that reason that I couldn't look at her. I couldn't understand why, in fact I couldn't understand a lot of what was happening.

"Come on Christina," Guy whispered.

"What?" I asked.

"I think it's time for you to be undressed, don't you Kali?"

"Yes Guy I do very much," I heard my colleague reply. 

I couldn't quite work out why she said that. However, I had for some time thought that she might 'swing both ways. This came about from her rather bohemian style of dress and attitudes and the level of intimacy she sometimes showed to me and to other women in the bank. Even the other Sunday when I had met Guy she had run her hand across my bottom ostensibly checking to see whether my panties had slid down. I had jokingly told her several times that super-intelligence in man could metaphorically do that so she had touched me as a bit of a joke, but her hand had lingered just that little longer than it should.

I felt Guy's hands leaving my breasts and neck and slipping down both sides of my body. He took hold of the hem of my dress and slowly, teasingly and temptingly started to lift it upwards; past my knees, onto my thighs, along my upper legs and across my panties. I could feel Kali's eyes on me and that seemed to add to the excitement of the situation. I knew it shouldn't, but it did. I opened my eyes and I saw that her gaze was riveted on my body. She looked up and our glances caught, she smiled, it looked as if it was a smile of reassurance, I smiled back, but don't know why or what I meant by it. The dress travelled past my waist, up my chest and then over my breasts exposing them to Kali's view and Guy's hands.

"Take it off Christina," he whispered as the dress and my hair got tangled. "Show me your body Chrissy, let me see it."

I was in a turmoil, a massive conflict, I didn't know what to do, but I knew what I wanted to do and what I wanted to happen and that was be fucked by Guy, whether Kali was there and watched or not.

He cupped my naked breasts, repeating the gesture of lifting them and then pinching my nipples between his fingers and thumbs, but this time much harder. It made me jump and gasp at the shock of the sharp pain. He took one hand away and pulled on the dress, trying to get it over my head, I helped him and it came off. I was there in front of Guy and beside Kali just in my tight, white, satin and lace thong and mid height heeled pumps. It made me feel excited as his hands ran over my body with Kali's eyes following them.

"Come into bed with us Chrissy," Kali suddenly said.

Immediately, without even thinking, I looked at Guy. I guess I was asking his permission I suppose.

"Yes come on," he said taking my hand, walking me round the bed to the other side and indicating to me to get in. I did. He followed me onto the bed and I lay between them. I was incredibly nervous, but also I was tingling with excitement tinged with apprehension of what was going to happen. They both turned onto their sides facing me where I lay on my back. We all had our legs covered by the sheet up to just above our knees, but the rest of our bodies were naked. 

Both Guy's and Kali's legs were touching mine, Kali took hold of my hand as Guy reached up and cupped my breast. He leaned over and kissed me still caressing my boobs as Kali squeezed my hand. I was receiving stimulations everywhere, both physical, but more and more emotional as well. 

I didn't know how to respond properly. I desperately wanted to be with Guy, I was captivated by him, transfixed and fascinated by him. All the time I was with him, I wanted him. I wanted to touch and be touched by him, kiss and hold him, feel his cock in my hand and against my body and have him caress me any and everywhere. I was his to do with as he wished. Fuck me, have oral sex with me, make me suck him and, if he wanted as I suspected, no knew he would soon, have full anal sex with me. I knew he liked my arse and he had made me cum very strongly in Corpus Christi College simply by using his tongue on me there. I equally knew that if he wanted to take me there, I would let him, despite me not really being a big fan of full anal sex. I was falling totally under his spell and control. When I was with him I was becoming his subservient, his slave, I guess, maybe his slut. I hated to admit it to myself, but I had enjoyed him abusing and demeaning me, even giving me the pain of strongly pinching and pulling my nipples and of him leaving red marks from his fingernails and teeth. On the other hand, I also adored that afternoon, evening, night and next morning at his farm when we had such, tender, caring loving sex. He was certainly versatile, maybe that was part of the attraction, I didn't know. I did know, though, that being in control and making me, and presumably many other women, Kali included, submit to his will was his thing, his turn on. That was fine, I was beginning to see that pleasure and excitement could be mine from that, but why Kali? Why was she here? What was his kick, his purpose? Then it hit me. It was controlling and dominating two women at once? Jesus some aspiration. And of course I was wondering just what parts Kali and I would be required to play, for I had little doubt that both of us would do as Guy directed.

I was in such a different setting to most of the rest of my life. Socially, family, hobby and businesswise I was always in control, of myself, those I was with and the situation. I knew that I could be a little domineering and controlling, in fact I had been called a control freak by an ex-boss. It was my natural way to be prominent in a group, to be the leader I suppose for they were traits that had got me to my current position. So why then was I becoming so different in a sexual situation, why was I lapping up being abused and demeaned, controlled and directed and ordered and dominated by this fascinating man? I had no answers.

I was surprised when I felt Guy moving. He wiggled away from me and positioned himself kneeling between Kali's and my legs, which were touching and were nearly, but not quite intertwined. Surprisingly, he was soft, but then his penile movements were a source of constant amazement to me.

"Lie on your side Christina, facing Kali" he said putting his hand on my hip and pulling me so that I was facing my friend. We were just a yard or so, no not even that, apart. She smiled at me, I smiled back. Was I relaxed? Was she? What was going to happen? What was Guy going to make us do? I had no idea, but I was so involved with him and the power he had over me that I knew I would go along with what he ordered.

"Remember, my talk the other week in Grantchester, ladies?"

"Yes" we both whispered, recalling the twenty minute or so speech he had given to the free thinking humanist group. His main proposition had been that man is a naturally bisexual animal and that most of us only remain hetero due to societal, particularly religious, conditioning. 'Without that,' he had suggested 'We would all have same gender sex quite naturally.'

I began to see what this was all about as presumably Kali, who I had often thought might be bisexual, in the old fashioned way I had always thought of the word, also did.

"Just relax," Guy was saying as he reached forward and cupped one of my and one of Kali's breasts. We both looked at his hands on our own and our friend's boobs. It was a hugely erotic and massively intimate situation. His knees moved further up the bed so that they were pressing against our upper legs. We were becoming one tangled mass of threesome flesh. I pressed back against his hand and guessed Kali did as well.

He started squeezing and caressing our breasts; both of us made little whimpers as he pinched our nipples into full erection. Kali's and my glances kept catching and we would smile and raise our eyebrows a little. Her mouth was slightly open and I saw her tongue run along her top lip; she was obviously becoming as aroused as I was. 

Then, as we were staring into each other's eyes his hands left our breasts. I felt disappointed, I didn't want that. I wanted him to caress me more for I loved the sensation of his hands on my breasts. He leaned forward and kissed Kali and then me as he put his hands on our shoulders. He kissed us again and ran his hands down my arm and presumably down Kali's too. He moved his head away and straightened his back a little letting his hands slide from our arms onto our hips. Reaching further round us he gripped our bums, leaned forward at the waist and again kissed us, this time deeper and longer, using his tongue. I couldn't stop myself reaching out for him and was again amazed when I grasped his completely flaccid cock. As I was stroking that so Kali's hand fell on mine; we looked at each and smiled.

"Ok ladies?" He asked.

We both nodded.

He straightened up. We all looked at each other. He took hold of our hands, my right and Kali's left. Slowly and very purposefully, as if watching a film in superslow motion, he moved our hands up and towards the other. Then I had the most incredible combination of visual, emotional and physical stimulants. He put my hand on Kali's left breast and her hand on my right breast. He kept his hands on the back of our hands as he looked from me to Kali and then back several times. As he did that, she and I also looked at each other. We both had intense expressions on our faces and serious looks in our eyes, although there was a small smile at the ends of her lips. I didn't know what to do, but as usual when with Guy it didn't occur to me to object to his direction as, clearly it didn't to Kali. Still with his hand on the backs of ours I felt Kali's fingers pressing into the full flesh of my breast. It was so familiar, so like the hundreds of times a variety of different men had done that. But this wasn't a man, well it was, because just as her fingertips pushed into my boob so mine did into hers. They were being manipulated by Guy. He was caressing our tits by using our hands to do that. Nobody said a word or made any noise as these two amazing gestures continued. We were all silent as Guy controlled both of our hands, both on our breasts, both of our minds and both of our sexual arousals.

"Kali?" I whispered.

"Yes Christina."

"Oh er, I don't know, I'm sorry."

"Don't be, it's ok," she said quietly, her fingers squeezing my breast her palm cupping it, just as, I was doing to hers. And as I acknowledged that I also realised something else, Guy had removed his hands. I was caressing Kali's breast, I was doing it myself, no one was making me do it and I was enjoying it.

"Oh my god," I breathed, squeezing more firmly.

"Yes Christina, oh yes."

"That's good ladies, don't stop," Guy said running his hands over our legs and bums. 

Although I had 'played around' with a couple of girls at university after boozy student nights out, I had never thought of myself as having any sexual inclinations towards women. Since entering business some fifteen or so years ago I had been propositioned a couple of times, but had not either, taken the bait or, thought seriously about. Also one of the boy-friends I had after my divorce had worked hard trying to persuade me to have a threesome with him, but I had not been either excited or interested. Despite intellectually agreeing with Guy's theory I considered that my conditioning was so strong and deep that I would not change now and become bi. The look in Kali's eyes, her hand on my breast and the sight of her naked body, which I started to realise looked considerably more attractive without clothes, was beginning to make me have doubts. Was that, I asked myself, down to her or was just my innate desire to please Guy? I had no idea, but I could feel my resistance and inhibitions slipping away as Guy whispered his delight at what we were doing.

Looking at Kali, I could see that she was as tense and hesitant as I was and that made me consider that maybe Guy was making her do this to me as her first time with another woman. God it was all getting so complicated, but also exciting and intense.

I was not too sure what to do so I simply did what had been done to me so often. My body felt so alive, my breasts were on fire and my skin and flesh were so sensitive to her touch. Guy leaned forward and stroked both of our heads. He ran his fingers past my shoulders and into my streaked blonde and Kali's mousy hair, stroking and pulling it and caressing our scalps. I felt a pressure on the back of my head. It made me move forward and I saw that he was doing the same to Kali and her head was also moving. Both our faces were being pulled towards each other. They were just inches apart. Guy leaned forward and kissed my lips then Kali's, mine again and then hers. He licked round both of them and then pushed on the backs of both heads again. Our eyes were locked, we were still squeezing each other's breast as our faces closed the small gap and our lips came together.




Fucking My Mind Pt. 03



"Oh god," I groaned. I wasn't sure whether it was because I felt guilty, I was excited or wasn't sure what to do. We weren't kissing as such. Our lips, though were, touching and our eyes were boring into the others. We were so close I couldn't see anything other than Kali's eyes. At that moment, she was becoming my world. Her eyes were all I could see, her lips were brushing against mine, her hand was on my breast her fingers gently squeezing it and my hand was filled with her full boob. Most everything else, other than the vague feel of Guy touching and stroking me, ceased to exist and Kali became my total focus. All my upbringing and conditioning went out of my mind, male and female differences vanished, satisfying some urge, something she was creating or Guy was manipulating, became my objective. I remember thinking, as I felt Kali's lips moving and as I involuntarily opened mine, that Guy was right in what he had said at that meeting, it just didn't matter. Tenderness was tenderness, eroticism was eroticism, sex was sex, arousal was arousal and sexual satisfaction was sexual satisfaction irrespective of whether it was with your own or the other gender. He was right I acknowledged as Kali's and my lips pressed together in the firmness of now a passionate kiss, we are all bisexual really.



Fucking My Mind Pt. 04



Author's Note.

This is a story about control. Control and manipulation. Control, manipulation, dominance, submission and most importantly it is about relationships. It is also about contrasts and differences in the roles we adopt dependent upon who we are with. Having said that it is not really about BDSM or pain or tying up or spanking or blindfolds or butt plugs or gags. It is more about a man taking control of a woman through his personality and of her welcoming that control and direction.

I am not sure that there is a Literotica category that is really suitable. Yes, of course Mind Control is a consideration, but then so is BDSM and Chain Stories. I guess I will switch around as I publish each part.

At the heart of the story is Guy Bresterton, a university professor and Christina a highly successful investment banker. Her bank sponsors a digital library at Cambridge University and that is how they meet. She is in her late thirties, is divorced and has a very demanding and powerful job where she manages a team of over 150, mainly men. Not believing in marriage or monogamy, Guy is single.

Christina has little time to build relationships of any depth or length and consequently she leads a largely disappointing sex life. Although not in favour of one-night stands, she buys sex. She has a network of escort agencies in the cities she visits most frequently and anonymously they provide her with the men she needs to satisfy her. She has no difficulty at all in intellectualising and reconciling the differences between her beliefs and behaviour

Guy is a sexual adventurer. He is a non-conformist with strong and creative beliefs. He is also an exceedingly bright and intelligent man and that is one of Christina's fetishes: she is far more interested in what a lover has between his ears than between his legs.

The story is quite long so I have broken it down into several parts, each of which should stand alone as a meaningful story. Obviously it would be preferable if the parts were read in a chronological order, but that is up to the reader.

There are two other points of relevance at this stage.

Firstly, Guy fucks Christina the afternoon they meet.

And secondly, I am Christina.

* 

I was becoming used to Guy, well in some ways. I was starting to understand how he worked. Nobody got close to him, especially women and, so it seemed, particularly me. Emotionally that is for I certainly was becoming and had been several times now, very close to him physically. I mean can you be closer to a man than have him give you an orgasm when you are fully dressed, simply by turning you round, bending you over and licking your bum hole until you cum? But after that and after other similar instances, him cumming in my mouth and then us kissing and exchanging the cum I hadn't swallowed, for instance. He turned off as if we hardly knew each other. It was as if the physical closeness exhausted him and stopped him being the same emotionally. He never used pet names, babe, luv, darling or honey, he never made any reference to love or affection. Yes, he used compliments but they were always about the physical aspects of the relationship; my body, my tits, my arse and my cunt, yes that's how he always referred to it, he didn't believe in such vanilla terms as pussy, fanny, penis or making love. It was always fucked or shagged, his cock and what he was going to do to me. He didn't mention the future, he never talked about where our relationship might go or what he hoped for. He just didn't open up or let me get emotionally close to him.

But then he didn't believe in love, just as he didn't agree with monogamy, being faithful to another person and being heterosexual; to him everyone was bisexual and that together with polygamy were man's natural states.

He was by an enormous margin, the most intelligent man I had ever met. And I adore intelligence, it does something to me, it turns me on. From the first time I had met him he had aroused me, and he kept me like that every moment I was with him. Between making a date and seeing him, which was usually a very short time, and when travelling to meet him, I was like a bitch in heat.

Although I invited him to my Dockland's apartment, he would never come. We only ever met at his rooms in Cambridge or at his farm a few miles away. I think that was because he would be outside his comfort zone in my home and might not be able to control everything as he could at his places. And I had learned, control was everything to Guy.

He used that. That was his way. He knew the effect he had on me, perhaps that's why he chose me? And he knew what he could do to me. Not sexually, for he would have assumed from the outset with me and with any other woman he selected to have sex with he would do as he wanted, but emotionally. He saw something in me that made him know that he could control me, that he could direct and dominate me, that I would be subservient to him and that I would do as he wished. I had a feeling, though we never discussed it, that because I was the banker, the sponsor of their library, the big wheel behind it, the big boss as he called me and the money for the college he needed to show that he was really more powerful than me. And so far I had, willingly and eagerly gone along with him on that, but still did not understand why.

Before Guy, I had only had two 'one night stands,' not that either lasted the night. One was when I was a teenager in Ibiza with a gorgeous Swedish boy and the other was just after I separated, which was with a guy of my age I met at a party, who had just got divorced. Both were rather silly and came about because of sexual need and opportunity. That was not the case with him. I let Guy fuck me the day we met because of two reasons. One I wanted him to and two he totally seduced me. 

On each occasion I suffered guilt afterwards, surprisingly more with the two straightforward earlier shags than the session with Guy, despite that being more intense and, in many ways more concerning. I did things on my first 'date' with him that I had not done with any other man until I had known them for some time and, even now, I am surprised I did them. I was surprised that I undid the halter neck of my dress and standing before him, got my breasts out and caressed myself as he sat naked, smoking a cigar watching and directing me. I was surprised that I didn't object, but instead enjoyed him sucking my breasts so hard that he left red marks, surprised that I enjoyed the pain of his fingernails sinking into the flesh of my bum and surprised that I didn't pull away when he pinched and pulled my nipples harder than they had been pulled before. I was surprised that I didn't try to stop him fucking me for the best part of an hour as he gave me orgasm after orgasm while he did very little. I was also very surprised that when he phoned me as I drove home down the M11 I followed his instructions. They were to pull off the motorway, find a quiet spot, park, undo the halter neck of my dress, roll the skirt up and masturbate.

I wasn't so surprised on our second liaison, as I now thought of them, and not dates, when he bathed me, massaged me on a bed on his outdoors, rooftop balcony and then made love, or it felt like love, several times during the afternoon, night and next morning.

I knew I was under his control, but it took me time to understand why. It was my fascination for this unpredictable, brilliant, arrogant, self-deprecating, humorous, sexually adventurous, ambitious and creative, free thinking man. I wasn't in love, I was fascinated by him. And in its way, that was far more powerful than the love I had experienced in the past.

I was fascinated by his confidence in: stripping off completely whilst I was still dressed, assuming, no knowing, I would do as he said, expressing his views on bisexuality, polygamy, love and marriage, seemingly having strict control over his erection; not for him letting a mere woman make him hard, he chose when that would happen as it, or so it seemed he did with ejaculating! It wasn't just those sort of things either. He was an immensely attractive man. In his late forties, he had long hair that had a wave that continuously flopped down his forehead and piercing blue eyes. He had a way of looking at people that was almost hypnotic, his gaze was so intense. He was slim, had a hairy chest, a good body, a sturdy, attractive uncircumcised dick and a great bum. So for me he was intellectually, emotionally, physically and personality attractive and fascinating.

Visiting those rooms again a few weeks later and finding him in bed, naked with Kali had been a surprise and a shock. The surprise was not just due to seeing another woman in bed with him it was who the woman was. Kali was the HR manager for my group and reported to me, she had introduced me to Guy a few weeks ago although she had known him for several months. I had known her for over fifteen years having joined on the same graduate intake programme when we were both in our early twenties. Of even more surprise and shock was that no more than fifteen minutes after entering his bedroom I was also as good as naked, I was in bed and I was touching Kali's breasts as she touched mine. He had turned us on our sides facing each other and had then pushed our faces together until we kissed. It was a momentous moment that was manipulated and manoeuvred by him, but experienced and enjoyed by all of us.

We were all on the bed, he and Kali were naked I was just wearing my panties; a high fronted, white satin thong that was cut acutely at the legs meaning that close attention to one's bikini line was essential. I had recently taken to trimming my tawny thatch into a neat 'landing strip' of pubic hairs, which clearly exposed my lips, so I was fine.

Kali and I knew we were being manipulated by Guy, but we were powerless to do anything about it. The kiss was was soft and gentle at first; we were exploring and experimenting. We savoured the softness, the taste and the smell of each other with our lips and tongues and the smoothness and roundness of the others breasts with our hands. As our lips got used to each other and we as women became accustomed to what we were doing, so the kiss became more intense. Our lips parted, our mouths opened, our tongues explored and we squirmed our faces together. Our hands left the other's breast and went round their body. We cuddled each other and our bodies moved even closer so that our breasts were not being cupped by the other's hands, but were being squashed by the other's breasts.

"Oh yes ladies, yes," we heard Guy say. 

I opened my eyes and saw him kneeling behind Kali's shoulder; he was now hard and was stroking himself. I wondered when and how he would join in, for I assumed that was his intention and the main reason he had set this up.

Kali's full, round breasts engulfed my B cup, boobs and I could feel her hard nipples pressing into my soft flesh. It was an intoxicating situation as the kiss intensified, our inhibitions reduced and our ardour increased. Just as Guy had said many times, sex was sex irrespective of the gender mix. 

I felt Guy behind me. He reached round me and cupped my breast with one hand and, I noticed with an unexpected surge of excitement, Kali's with his other. He squeezed both breasts and then pushing them together he rubbed the nipples together. He kissed us both and we alternated our kissing of each other by returning his kisses. His hands roamed all over us finding and pressing my clit and, I assumed Kali's as well. It made my body jerk and I grunted with pleasure. I kissed Kali, or was it Guy, even harder. I had hands on me everywhere, my breasts, my bum, between my thighs and on my pussy, but whose were they? Which were Guy's and which were Kali's? It didn't really matter so I stopped wondering and just gave into the sensations and returned the caresses. 

Guy got between us. He knelt between our legs by our knees, his now fully hard cock standing up ramrod straight; it looked wonderful and I wanted to hold it, but it was out of my reach.

"Are you enjoying it?" He asked us, as he eased my panties down and off, without asking of course. 

We both nodded as our fingers trailed across the others breasts and nipples, his eyes following their path. It really was so amazingly erotic to be touching another woman intimately and have her doing it to me as a man looked on. It was bringing so many things out from me that must have lain fairly dormant all my life. The ones that most surprised me were exhibitionism and voyeurism; I had a little experience of other women, but then Guy had also brought out others previously. I hadn't realised fully just what excitement and pleasure I could derive from being abused and demeaned, from being submissive to a dominant man and from him hurting me and leaving marks on me.

As he was saying. "Now do you believe me about as all being innately bi," I was wondering just what else this fascinating man would do to me, would teach me and bring out in me in the future; that is if he decided we had a future!

"Yes Guy," Kali said kissing my cheek. "I certainly do, I have wanted to do this with Chrissy for such a long time" she said cupping my boob and lifting it up. That rocked me somewhat for I had no idea that my HR Director had any sexual ideas about me. She bobbed her head down and licked my nipple. I have had them licked hundreds of times, but never had a tongue felt like that; it was if I had been given an electric shock.

"Oh God Kali," I groaned grabbing the back of her head and pulling her face against my breast. She kissed me right on my areola and then sucked my engorged nipple into her mouth. It was fantastic. She did that for a few moments, before breaking away, looking me in the eye and arching her back, which made her tits stick out. It was a clear invitation and accepting it seemed to be the most natural thing in the world, so I did accept it. Her nipple felt wonderful in my mouth and against my tongue. She stroked my hair as greedily like a baby I fed on her breasts; it was easy to do, it seemed perfectly normal and it felt so right. 

I couldn't help smiling when I thought. 'Is this what human resource specialists are supposed to do, fuck their boss?'

Guy was pulling my shoulder. "Lay back, both of you" he ordered. 

Neither of us, even for one moment, thought of disobeying him, despite the pleasure we were getting and giving to each other and we laid back, Kali to my left. We propped our nude bodies up on the pillows of the bed and looked from each other to Guy and back again. He again knelt between our legs and once more took hold of our hands, my left and Kali's right.

"Are you ready?" he asked. I had no idea for what, but like Kali I nodded. He went on "It's time for the next stage." I still had no idea, but I quickly found out when he moved both our hands. This time he didn't move them towards the others breasts, but towards our pubic mounds. He pressed them down and I felt Kali's on my 'landing strip' and mine on her fuller thatch of mousy pubic hairs. I jumped at the combination of the sensations.

"Oh God Chrissy," Kali sighed.

"Yes Kali," I moaned back having no idea what else to say.

We looked at each other. Her eyes were half closed and looked to be misty, from desire or want I imagined. We both wiggled our fingers, we parted our thighs a little and our fingers found the others warm, wetness. It was familiar of course from masturbating, but at the same time so different. We turned on our sides, we kissed, our breasts squashed together and we continued stroking the other's lips and pressing the other's clit. It was absolute magic.

Guy joined in. His hands were all over both naked bodies; on our tits, our nipples, our bums, between our cheeks and joining ours on the others pussy. Now I really had no idea who was doing what to me and where, just as Kali could not have known whose fingers were inside her, whose were on her clit and whose mouth was sucking her tits. But it didn't matter, why should it? After all we are all innately bi aren't we?

*

I didn't hear from Guy for quite some time after having sex with Kali and him; he didn't bother with the niceties of keeping in touch. The only times I heard from him by phone, text or mail was when he wanted me. That was fine by me. I wasn't after any more from him. I was, I admit, fascinated by him, but I didn't want to develop a relationship deeper than what we had, probably because I was frightened. And what we had was a sexual relationship. An intense sexual relationship, an odd one, an extreme one and a hugely experimental and adventurous one, but in the end simply a sexual one. A sexual one where he manipulated me, directed, controlled and dominated me; where he somewhat abused me, demeaned me a little, treated me like his slut, took me way out of my comfort zone, extended my boundaries by miles, taught me, helped me open up and find things out about myself and one where I was his to do with as he pleased. On top of that it was an anonymous relationship. The only common link between us was Kali and she knew none of my current friends and played no part in my life. So Guy was a totally separate compartment of my life that I could open, go into, do as I wished then leave when I wanted, well to be more accurate, when he dismissed me. In that compartment I could be who I wished and act how I wanted and with him that was so different to any way I had behaved with other lovers previously. I readily admit I gave myself totally to him; with Guy there could be no other way, it was his way or no way. And his way was not just dominating me physically, but also mentally and emotionally; yes Guy didn't just fuck my body he fucked my mind as well.

I had never been particularly sexually promiscuous. When single I had generally been faithful to the boy I was dating at the time and when married I had only been unfaithful with one man. Since the split I had been more active, but then adjusting to single life with middle age looming and the social changes that had gone on since I had last been 'in play', was very difficult. 

My work had become my life. My career was everything. It totally consumed me and I had time for nothing else. It had ruined my marriage and left me no time for a social, romantic or sex life. For the past year I had bought most of the sex I had experienced; it was quicker, easier, less messy and it left no traces.

I didn't know what I wanted from life other than advancement in my career. I knew I didn't want to live with or become emotionally entangled with a man. So I had for the past couple of years been very careful with my relationships in general and sex in particular. I guess masturbation had become my only hobby, well after golf that is.

This was due in part, I thought, to me not having a particularly high sex drive. Reading in books and papers and talking to girl-friends had hinted to me that my need for sexual gratification was lower than the norm. Nevertheless during my married years I couldn't recall turning him down very often and I certainly wasn't a frequent sufferer from 'bedtime headaches,' in more ways than one, I just went with the flow! Nevertheless, since the split I had sometimes gone weeks and even months without sex, occasionally not even masturbating. When I think along those lines I wonder just who is the more fucked up, Guy or me?

In some ways this made my relationship with Guy even stranger. I mean if a sexually reasonably respectable, forty something year old businesswoman can so easily go without sex, why get mixed up with such a sexual maverick as Guy? There was no answer to that. As equally, there was no answer to why a relatively sexually reserved woman would do the things I had with him, where there was no future for a relationship. Was that perhaps the key? Was it that I didn't need to make a commitment, that I wouldn't get that involved and that Guy wanted nothing more from me than sex? Was it that and a need that he had brought to the surface in me to experiment and test myself, extend my boundaries and satisfy my intellectual curiosity about sex and sexuality. I thought that the answer might lie there somewhere, a little like Belle de Jour really!




Fucking My Mind Pt. 04



I started researching domination and submission; there was plenty of stuff on the net. It seems that far more people are involved than is generally acknowledged although 'Fifty Shades' may be bringing more to the surface. The main thing I learnt and that hit me hard is that being submissive sexually is particularly prevalent amongst women who have powerful jobs!

"Friday ok Chrissy?" He said down the phone on a Saturday afternoon about three weeks after that afternoon and evening with Kali.

"Er actually Guy, it's a little difficult" I replied without thinking.

"Little difficulties are sent to try us Christina, not fuck up relationships you know" he said sternly and pointedly.

"What time do you want me" I replied lamely?

"I'll text you later and you can stay the night."

"Oh shit Guy, that is er..."

""That is what?" He chimed in.

I was going to say impossible for I had made arrangements to spend the weekend, well at least some of it in Copenhagen. I had meetings in Germany on Monday and had planned to fly to Frankfurt on the Sunday evening. 

"It's fine. 

"Ok I'll text later with what you need to do."

Kali called me that evening. She explained that she was in town the next day, the Group HR offices, for some bizzare reason were in Bristol, and perhaps we could meet. I thought of suggesting that she come to my apartment, but didn't. The idea of being alone with her slightly worried me. I thought she might try something on and I was worried about being tempted. Instead we met at a bar just outside Paddington station where her train would arrive.

We had coffees and chatted away as if nothing had happened between us. I tried appearing relaxed, but underneath my, hopefully, controlled exterior I was as nervous as hell. I couldn't help looking at her, dressed very casually in a white tee shirt, dark blue vee necked sweater and jeans, and recalling her naked body in Guy's bed. As she slumped back in the leather chair my mind recalled her lying back on the bed her large tits glaring at me, her nipples hard and pointed. As she picked up her coffee cup or sliced her chocolate cake I looked at her hands and fingers and remembered them on my breasts and nipples, on my clit and inside my pussy, no not pussy, Guy insisted on using the more appropriate words, inside my cunt.

"You ok?" She suddenly asked.

"Yes, yes, why?"

"You look a little flushed."

"Let's walk a bit shall we?"

We wandered around a little and found ourselves in a small park. We sat on a bench in the middle near a pond where children were feeding the ducks.

"We need to talk Kali."

"Yes I know," she replied sounding as nervy as I felt.

We skirted round the core issue for a while but then opened up and we told each other everything.

Kali had first had sex with Guy a year or so ago. The fling only lasted a couple of weeks and since then nothing until, as she put it, "He made a play for you. You did have sex with him after that meeting didn't you?" I admitted that I had, but gave no details. She went on. "That seemed to make him more interested in me and he asked me round that afternoon, I had no idea he'd invited you as well. But when you look as I do Chris and you have a chance of someone like Guy, what can you do?" 

I smiled at that. We chatted on a little more again skirting around the subject of what we did together until she said. "You were alright with everything weren't you?" I said that I was and asked if she had much experience with women. Kali said that she had for years as she termed it "Messed around with girls." I pondered on that for a while, before asking, "Do you er, um usually oh, never mind."

"No tell me, I don't mind."

"I mean is it usually with a man there?"

She smiled and putting her fingertips on the back of wrist said quietly. "Sometimes luv, but sometimes just the two of us."

I went hot all over as she said that and looked deep into my eyes. 'Was she trying to pull me?' I suddenly wondered I recalled her making me cum with Guy and I imagined myself naked with her in my bed, just the two of us. She smiled.

"Maybe you should try it sometime?"

I didn't know whether I could do that. I had overcome the issue of her and Guy bringing my bi side out. I believed his thesis on sexuality, but wasn't sure how I would react to being alone with any woman including Kali and having sex with them. It somehow felt less lesbian with the 'respectability' of a man present although years ago when I was experimenting I had been with a couple of girls and during my marriage we had partner swapped including the other woman and me getting it on a little.

Although Kali had made me cum a couple of times with her fingers on and up my pussy and with her mouth and hands on my breasts, as indeed I had to her, Guy was in attendance all the time. He was involved completely, after all he was our controller. He was continually touching and caressing both of us, kissing us, getting his fingers up us, pressing his erection against us and letting us hold that. He had fucked both of us. By fuck in that sense I meant put his cock up us, surged and thrusted a few times and then changed over. To my recollection he didn't cum at all. But he did make both of us cum, Kali first I recalled recognising his wish to humiliate me a little.

She and I were lying on our sides in each other's arms, our breasts squashed together when it happened the first time, although I had been very close several times since getting onto the bed with them. Our tummies were touching, our mouths squirming and our legs were intertwined pushing our pubic mounds together. I saw Guy get behind her and I felt Kali bending and lifting her leg, pulling it up and resting it on my hip. My fingers were on her pussy and I felt him pushing against it. It was a strange sensation to have his cock pushing past my hand up inside Kali who grunted and shuddered as it filled her. She was moaning and sighing as we kissed. Both Guy and I stroked her lovely, big tits and he fucked her from behind. It didn't take long for her slight bodily shudders to turn into near convulsions and her low moans to become deep groans, almost animalistic in tone I thought as I had the awesome experience of a woman cumming in my arms. I was actually kissing her as she reached the peak of her orgasm; it made me feel wonderful.

But then it was my turn. Guy entered me, also from behind. He slid in so easily for I was soaking wet from everything that had been going on. He started to pump as Kali kissed me and rubbed my breasts. Guy did the same. I was being aroused everywhere. Hands were all over me, I didn't know whose were squeezing my tits, whose were pinching and pulling my nipples, whose were on my clit and who was caressing my bum. I didn't know any of that, but what I did know was that it was Guy's cock buried deep in me and that I was fucking that. But it wasn't just them touching me. I was squeezing Kali's boobs, pulling and then licking and chewing her nipples, stroking her bum and thighs and kissing her. I was touching Guy where I could from his position behind me, and reaching down between my legs and finding his cock and balls. I hardly knew where my body ended and the other's began and I had no idea whether the fingers rubbing my clit and tits were male or female. What that made me realise was that it didn't matter. There was no difference in the sensations I gained between Kali's fingers and Guy's on my body. Fingers and hands clearly are very bisexual I found.

"Would you like to come to the apartment, you've never seen it have you?" I asked her.

She looked straight into my eyes. "Are you sure, Chrissy?"

I averted my eyes from hers, took a deep breath. "Yes Kali."

We walked to the Bayswater and got the Central Line to Bank and the DLR to Heron Quay station.

"It's only a five minute walk, not worth getting a cab," I said as we walked down the stairs to street level. 

We didn't speak much as we strolled to my apartment complex. I was certainly feeling very, very nervous. I was beginning to realise that it was one thing being 'forced' into a threesome and making love to a woman, but a completely different thing to be taking a woman back to my home with the likelihood of having sex with her.

We had a drink on the large patio balcony leading from the L shaped lounge with floor to ceiling sliding doors. It was completely secluded and something of a sun trap, so much so that it was there that I was able to get an all over tan; no need for sunbeds when you have a place like that I often thought.

"So Chrissy, why did you invite me to your lovely home?" She asked standing holding the rails running round the second floor patio and looking out over the docks to the Thames. I was next to her leaning back on the rails, but then I was used to the view.

I didn't have a ready answer to that. Also I didn't know what to say for I didn't really know why I had asked her. I was confused. 

"I don't know Kali" I mumbled.

Then, just as Guy did with me, Kali took command. She turned towards me, put her hand on my the side of my face the furthest away from her, her forearm brushing against my breasts, turned my head towards her and kissed me. As easily, straightforward and blatant as that. I didn't resist or stop her, not even when her hand slipped down and cupped my breasts.

"Was it for this she whispered?" kissing me again.

"I really don't know Kali, I don't seem to know anything about sex it seems since meeting Guy," I groaned back returning her kiss.

"I know what you mean," she smiled breaking the kiss for a moment and slipping her hand inside my top.

Of course we went to bed. Of course we had sex and of course we made each other cum several times. As equally of course we went further, much further than we had with Guy. 

We were on our sides our hands caressing all over the other's body. We had already visited each other's pussy and made each other cum by stimulating the other's clit and shoving fingers inside her. Kali rolled on top of me, my small breasts 'vanishing' into her fuller mounds of flesh. We kissed of course and then she manipulated herself so that she was lying between my legs, which I had willingly, probably eagerly even, opened for her. Our mounds were crushed together. By writing our stomachs together and surging and thrusting up and down, our clits rubbed together and we simulated fucking each other. But we wanted more sensation and Kali knew how to get that. She lifted one of her legs over mine and that made the contact between mounds more intense. And like that she fucked me with the lips of our cunts rubbing together giving both of us seemingly near perfect orgasms. We ended up with my legs wrapped round Kali's waist, my ankles crossed on her bum and both of us whimpering and moaning as we enjoyed a great mutual orgasm.

I made some tea and took that to the bedroom assuming we had finished. I sat on the edge of the bed as we drank the tea expecting Kali to want a shower before dressing and leaving. I was feeling a little uncomfortable; it can be like that for me after any sex, but it seemed particularly so now having a naked woman, my HR Director in my bed having just had sex with her. I finished my tea and put the mug on the glass topped bedside table. To do that I leaned forward. As I did, Kali put her fingers on my shoulder then slowly ran them down my spine. Down and down they went as I simply sat there enjoying it and thinking is there no end to my new found decadence? I soon got the answer and it was a resounding no!

They reached my buttocks and stopped. 

"Lean forward," she muttered pushing on the back of my shoulder. "You have a gorgeous arse Chrissy."

I did and her fingers slid between my bum and the bed.

"Lift up a bit, lean on the table," Kali said sounding very much like our joint lover, Guy

Her fingers sliding along my lips from the back made me shudder.

"Kneel on the bed, baby," she cooed her fingers slipping slightly inside me. "No not like that as I knelt upright with my back straight."

"How then."

"With your head on your arms."

I hadn't been being sucked and licked from behind on my pussy very often. On my bum yes, but most men I had been with had always wanted to take me orally from the front. Not Kali though. She took me so totally and completely from behind with her tongue, lips and teeth. Her hands, though were round me on my clit and tits so she most comprehensively sexually ravaged me and, I had to admit, I enjoyed every moment of my first one on one womanly, real bisexual encounter.

*

"Come to the farm at two on Friday and you will need to stay the night" was all the text said. 'What the hell does need to mean?' I had wondered upon reading it, thinking about it and now as I drove up the M11 with the address of his farm logged into the satnav. It had been warm, but overcast when I left Docklands and the further almost due north I drove towards Cambridge so the weather deteriorated. It got darker and darker and looked as if it was bound to storm.

I was wearing a mid-blue, low cut cotton tee shirt. I had felt trendy when I had dressed and had slipped into a pair of black leggings, thick tights really, but ending at the ankles, over which I was wearing a black, fashionable, ridiculously short, mid-thigh length dress with buttons from the high collar to the waist that the fashion writers dictated should be left undone. The short skirt was pleated and the top was loose. I knew that the outfit was on the young side for me and was overly fashionable for the assignation, but as I was wearing no underwear I hoped Guy would forgive me if he didn't like the trendy get up.

I arrived dead on time and just as it started to rain. I heard rumbles of thunder in the distance.

"Mmmm, very nice" he said after his housekeeper Mary had shown me into the large sitting room of the beautifully appointed old farmhouse. He had managed to combine old and new exceptionally tastefully throughout the large rambling house and wherever one looked there were features that impressed and were easy on the eye. 

He kissed me after Mary left the room. He pulled the skirt up and stroked my bum. I wasn't quite sure if the 'very nice' referred to my appearance, my bum or that he'd established my lack of underwear; the latter I suspected.

"Come with me," he said taking my hand. He led me upstairs, through the bedroom and onto the patio balcony that was off the bedroom. It was very humid and it had started raining quite hard. We both got wet as he led me across to the area with the canopy. It was where he had massaged me and made beautiful tender love to me the other time I had been here.

"Lie down," he instructed me nodding towards the massage table.

"Front or back?"

"On your front."

It was really pouring and the thunder was now much nearer. I lay there for a moment wondering what was going to happen next. He came round to the front of the table and massaged my scalp, firmly but gently; that was nice. He took my hands and ran them down his body across his cock, which was hard, his balls and thighs. Pulling my arms over the front of the table, he slipped straps round my wrists.

"What?"

"Be quiet," he said tightening the straps and walking round the table. He took hold of my legs and pulled me backwards so my legs poked over the edge and my arms began to straighten. He kept pulling until my waist was at the edge of the table and my feet reached the floor so I was bent over it with my body at ninety degrees. He then slipped straps round my ankles. With my body at ninety degrees bent round the end of the table, I was tied up, restrained and totally under his control.

"Guy, what's this?" I started to say, before he snarled.

"I told you to be quiet, don't make me tell you again."

I felt a combination of fear, restriction and excitement laying there so helpless. He pushed the tiny skirt up round my waist and then slowly pulled my leggings down until they were mid-thigh and all my bum and pussy were on show. It was almost as if it was orchestrated by him for just as my most womanly places were exposed there was an enormous clap of thunder and the sky was lit up by vivid forked lightning. I don't know how he did it, perhaps the canopy was controlled by a motor, but slowly he rolled it back and I was exposed to the elements. He didn't say a word, but I heard him walking across the patio and opening the door to the bedroom. I heard it close behind him and realised that he had left me there.

After the enormous claps of thunder and the dramatic forked lightning it had stopped raining, but it was still very hot and humid, just like Florida or the West Indies in the summer months. 

Although I knew that the first floor level balcony was not overlooked and I doubted that it could be seen, well at least the part where I was a 'captive', from anywhere, it was very weird to be lying on the table as I was with my leggings round my knees. I could hear sounds from below as Mary talked to the farm hands and as they discussed what to do about work in the thunderstorm. It had started raining again and quickly I was soaked.

When he hadn't returned after about ten minutes I was really worried. I didn't know what Guy was up to. I guessed this was some form of challenge, a way of humiliating and abusing me to bring me even more under his control. If that was his intentions then it was certainly working; I had never felt as submissive as I did right then, but I had no idea, other than being restrained and tied up, just what I was likely to be forced to submit to.

"Rainwater is so soft and soothing," I heard him say, after another twenty minutes or so. I hadn't heard him return, but realised why when he walked round and stood in front of me. He was naked so his steps would have made no noise. He was also fully erect. "It can soften our skin, Chrissy," he went on.

"What can?" I rather stupidly asked?

"Rainwater can can't it," he replied running his hand over my naked, soaking wet bum cheeks sliding his finger between them?

"I don't know" I mumbled, feeling confused.

He started fumbling with my clothes. He wiggled the dress up my body and arms so it was bunched round my neck and then did broadly the same with the tee shirt so my boobs were bare and available to him. I was in a totally sexually dishevelled and completely dependent state. My dress and tee shirt were round my neck and my leggings round my knees, which were held apart by the straps restraining me. He had exposed all my female places and was starting to fondle them. I felt disgusted at the state I had let him put me in, I felt ashamed, abused and demeaned, but by god I also felt enormously excited and aroused.

"What are you going to do?" I asked pleadingly.

"You'll find out," he grunted from behind me somewhere, the clothes bunched round my neck stopping me from seeing him, even if I could have turned.

His hands were roaming all over my bum and thighs seemingly rubbing the rainwater into my skin. It was still pouring down and thundering and lightning as I felt his fingers in the crease pressing right on my bum hole. The pressure from his finger was relieved for a moment, but then was replaced by his tongue. Although I couldn't see him, Guy had clearly knelt down and was starting to have oral sex with my anus. He had done that before, but never of course when we were both in the open our bodies being washed with the pelting rain. It was still terribly humid and very warm, but the rain was cool and made a big contrast on my bare skin. Even without his tongue probing at my partially opened anus, the situation was sordidly exciting. Me restrained and tied to the massage table, my clothing bunched round my neck, my tits, bum and pussy bare, my legs held open by the straps and the naked, fully erect man kneeling between them. His hands were round my thighs with one set of fingers probing and pushing at my pussy lips the other rubbing my clit as the tip of his tongue opened me up. It was a powerful set of sexual feelings and an awfully sordid situation.




Fucking My Mind Pt. 04



He tongued me there for several minutes adjusting me mentally to anal sex and making my anus ready for what he had planned next. It was always like that with Guy. Everything seemed planned and worked out before-hand. 

I'd had full anal sex a few times, but had never really liked it much as, fortunately Simon my husband hadn't either. 'Why fuck a surrogate cunt when there's a real one wet and waiting' he'd said. I agreed, but I did like to be 'plated' as he had called it as, indeed, I was happy to 'plate' him. 

I was also relatively comfortable with Guy's next move, but I grunted and gripped the edges of the bed as I felt his finger slipping in me. He was right, the rainwater did soften things. 

"Oh Christ," I gasped as I felt it sliding up me.

"Don't worry, it'll be fine" he said starting to move it in and out a little as, at the same time, he slid a finger or two up my pussy. He moved both with the same pace and rhythm and I could feel him pressing the fingers together through the thin membrane separating my two internal passages. That was scary for it made me realise just how delicate is a woman's body and how easy it would be for Guy to do maybe irreparable harm to my insides. As scary as that thought was, however, so exciting and arousing were the feelings and emotions of being finger fucked like this. Nothing remotely like it had happened to me before. The combination of the sheer sordidness of my restrained position with the way he was dominating, humiliating and abusing me and the sensations I was receiving from my back and front passages took me so far beyond my areas of familiarity that it was as if he had invented a new form of sex, maybe he had!

"Oh my God, Guy, yes, yes, yes" I moaned completely forgetting we were on a roof just a few feet from where the farm hands worked and from Mary's kitchen. He didn't seem to care though.

"You're loving it aren't you" he grunted moving his finger faster and deeper up my anus.

"Yes, yes I am."

"And you want more don't you?"

"Yes," I groaned as I felt him push more fingers inside me, my pussy I think, but couldn't be sure as all of my womanly sexual places were seeming to merge into one.

"And you're getting it because you're a slut and a slag aren't you?"

"Yes Guy I am, I'm your slut."

That seemed to please him, although I hadn't thought about what I was saying, the words just came naturally.

He was quiet for a while as he finished me off. He more carefully attended to what he was doing by ensuring that he was rubbing my clit at the same time as he pushed several fingers up my cunt and had one buried, I didn't dare to think how far, in my arse. And in that most undignified, but totally thrilling of humiliating positions he made me cum so very, very hard. 

Guy was gradually fucking more and more with my mind, but I could do nothing to resist it and in fact I relished it.



Fucking My Mind Pt. 05



Author's Note.

This is a story about control. Control and manipulation. Control, manipulation, dominance, submission and most importantly it is about relationships. It is also about contrasts and differences in the roles we adopt dependent upon who we are with. Having said that it is not really about BDSM or pain or tying up or spanking or blindfolds or butt plugs or gags. It is more about a man taking control of a woman through his personality and of her welcoming that control and direction.

I am not sure that there is a Literotica category that is really suitable. Yes, of course Mind Control is a consideration, but then so is BDSM and Chain Stories. I guess I will switch around as I publish each part.

At the heart of the story is Guy Bresterton, a university professor and Christina a highly successful investment banker. Her bank sponsors a digital library at Cambridge University and that is how they meet. She is in her late thirties, is divorced and has a very demanding and powerful job where she manages a team of over 150, mainly men. Not believing in marriage or monogamy, Guy is single.

Christina has little time to build relationships of any depth or length and consequently she leads a largely disappointing sex life. Although not in favour of one-night stands, she buys sex. She has a network of escort agencies in the cities she visits most frequently and anonymously they provide her with the men she needs to satisfy her. She has no difficulty at all in intellectualising and reconciling the differences between her beliefs and behaviour

Guy is a sexual adventurer. He is a non-conformist with strong and creative beliefs. He is also an exceedingly bright and intelligent man and that is one of Christina's fetishes: she is far more interested in what a lover has between his ears than between his legs.

The story is quite long so I have broken it down into several parts, each of which should stand alone as a meaningful story. Obviously it would be preferable if the parts were read in a chronological order, but that is up to the reader.

There are two other points of relevance at this stage.

Firstly, Guy fucks Christina the afternoon they meet.

And secondly, I am Christina.

*

Surprisingly, I was back at the farm less than a week later for he didn't often want me that quickly again. Guy lived his life in spasms. He would want me and need to do something different and extreme to me and then he would lose interest, sometimes even when I was still there. Then I would creep out of his bed get dressed and go home usually leaving my panties for his collection. I did not like those occasions, though I did recognise that was just how he and things were, so I got on with it.

He ushered me upstairs the moment I arrived. 

"Undress," he told me not hardly even looking at me as he removed all his clothes. I was a bit put out as I was naked under the tight, white thin trousers that were as good as see through and the loose, silk tee. Although they were few and far between I loved the times when he lavished compliments on me and deep down I was hoping for some this time, but he seemed preoccupied so there was none.

Although it was autumn and the evenings were getting cooler, Guy still liked to have sex outdoors. A couple or three times it was on the banks of the river Cam and twice in some woods out to the west of the city, but usually it was on his roof terrace at the farm. I was getting used to having sex within ear, but not eye, shot of some of his staff, both men and the older housekeeper Mary; none of whom batted an eyelid when they saw me later just after they must have heard my moans, groans and grunts of sexual pleasure.

"What's that for?" I asked when he led me from his bedroom onto the roof terrace one sunny afternoon. It was around four and although it was still fairly warm my nudity did feel the slight chill in the air and some goose bumps started.

"It's waterproof and doesn't soak things up," Guy replied picking up the three or four inch thick rubber sort of mattress. It was about three feet wide and six long. We were standing on the beech wood decking without any cover.

I felt alarmed. "Guy we agreed not that."

"Not what?" He asked putting his hand on my face and running it into my hair.

"Water stuff," I said meekly.

A couple of times Guy had mentioned peeing on or being peed on and I had said. "Anything but bodily wastes, children and animals."

"Stroke me Chrissy," he said pushing himself towards me. I gripped his erection, quite lightly and ran my fingers up and down that.

"Who said anything about pissing, I told you I'm not into that, shit, kids or animals or enemas, we agreed that."

"I'm sorry" I replied relieved and enjoying his tongue on my nipple and his hand between my legs. "What is it for then?"

"You'll find out, lay down on it." I was quite relieved to hear that, for I was sure that when standing up if someone walked through the first field they would be able to see me. "On your tits," he added as I went to lay on my back hoping for some comment on my shaved pubic area, but none came.

I laid down and he walked over to the canopied area. I glanced up hearing him returning and saw that he had a bottle in his hand. He knelt beside me.

"The best almond oil," he said pouring a goodly portion, or so it seemed onto my back. Some of it dribbled over my sides and onto the mattress, clearly illustrating its purpose. He smoothed the oil over my back and bum and into the crease lingering temptingly on my anal hole. I assumed he would finger me there for some 'play' in that area had happened each time we had sex; I was beginning to look forward to him doing it and now thoroughly enjoyed it. I opened my legs a little, but he didn't go there. He poured more oil onto my legs again smoothing it all over them, occasionally touching, but not lingering on my pussy lips. Again he didn't finger me there either.

"Turn over."

He repeated the pouring of the oil on my front smoothing, rather than rubbing it onto my body and lingering, but not really caressing my tits, nipples, tummy and thighs.

"Mmmmm you look lovely, your turn now." 

"What do you mean.?" 

"To oil me up." 

"Really?" I asked genuinely surprised? 

"Yes come on" he said actually smiling as he helped me up and took my place

He laid on his front and spread his legs wide. I knelt down and saw his big balls hanging down and momentarily wanted to grab and rub them, but doing that sort of thing uninvited or at the wrong time was not a good idea with Guy. Instead I poured what I guessed to be a similar amount on his back to that he had poured on mine. That also ran off the side onto the mattress. I rubbed it in loving the feeling of his oiled flesh under my fingers and hands.

"You don't have to massage me just oil me up," he said in a slightly reprimanding tone. I completed his back and he turned over lying there with his eyes closed and his cock rampantly hard. It looked great; I wondered if I should oil that as well. I poured it all over his chest and, trying to be a bit of a tease, then did his legs leaving his middle parts and, of course, his deliciously appealing cock to last. I poured some on his waist and smoothed that downwards purposefully avoiding his penis, which I noted kept twitching. I rested my fingers on it my pulse starting to race from the feeling.

"This as well Guy?" I asked in a whisper, still having no idea what this was all about.

"Yes," he replied in an unusually, for him croaky voice.

I poured a goodly amount of the thin oil onto the ridge of his cock watching it ooze down either side onto his hairy stomach and pubes and down the shaft onto his balls. I poured a little more on them and looked at the golden liquid seeping between his slightly parted thighs.

Without warning, he stood up. With the setting sun behind and the 'big sky' of Cambridgeshire surrounding him He did indeed look a little like the archetypal golden Adonis. He took me into his arms and squirmed his body against mine, the oil on both of them making it feel very slippery. I squirmed back, he writhed, I did the same. My breasts were squashed but slithered across the matted, lubricated hairs on his chest. His cock did the same on my stomach and everywhere our bodies touched the skin and flesh glided against the other.

I began to get it, I think. Maybe it wasn't a massage, possibly the purpose of the oil wasn't, as I had imagined it was, to lubricate my back passage, maybe this was not an anal thing. He turned me round and pulled my head so that was turned almost to him so we could kiss. He squeezed my breasts, the oil seeming to make them hard to grip, but wonderful to have touched. His hands ran up and down my slippery body as he rubbed his slippery chest against my back, his oiled legs against the back of mine and his so smooth cock against my well-oiled bum.

It was a series of wonderful and so different sensations. I had never done anything like this before, but then I was experiencing so many new things with this amazing man. Then without a word he removed his tongue from my mouth, let go of me and lay down on his back on the mattress, which I noted was covered in a thin film of the oil. 

"Lay on me," he told me.

I did. He put his arms round me and squashed my breasts against his chest. Again all the squirming; chests, breasts, thighs and of course his cock. His hands gripped the cheeks of my bum and he pulled them open. His finger pressed right against my hole, but he didn't push it in.

"Ever done body to body massage before?" He asked pressing on my bum hole with his finger and kneading the cheek of my bum with his other hand.

"No, never."

We kissed, deeply as we rubbed our bodies together in this strange and new experience for me. I slithered my hands around his body and slid them under his bum, he lifted up to help me and I grasped his pert arse and squeezed and rubbed that as I ground my stomach and tits against his slippery torso. It really was different and as far as Guy and my relationship went, it was tender and very intimate. I sat up and let my knees slide either side of his legs just beneath his hips. I reached down and lifted his cock up intending to slip it in me so I could fuck him; he wasn't that keen on me being on top, but I thought it worth a try for I so enjoy being in that position.

"Not yet," he grunted pushing and pulling my tits, which with the oil seemed to have gained an extra elasticity. As he pushed them up the nipples almost touched my chin and when he pulled them apart they were almost under my arms.

"Turn round," he told me. I did. He grasped my shoulders and pulled me backwards until I was lying flat on my back on top of him. He reached round and again started rubbing my body, my chest, my tits, my stomach and my thighs. The oil made his hands slither over my skin in what was a strangely erotic way. He pushed both hands downwards as he pulled my face so we could kiss. That was lovely. Both of his hands went down the slight swell of my tummy, past my mound and onto my thighs, which he rubbed for some time slowly pushing them open so my feet were flat on the ground. He pulled me up his body a few inches and then let the tip of his cock press right against my wet and oiled lips. With a tug on my waist and a thrust of his hips his slippery cock slithered up me. He fucked me like that. I was quite powerless to do anything other than let my body move in time with his rhythm as he used his hands all over my body. It really was a different and surprisingly sexy way of fucking, but then Guy was showing me so many things like that. 

* 

'Come to CC at 6 and as usual don't wear much, but wear a dress. You'll be staying the night so a change of clothes is needed?' That was the typical sort of text I received a few weeks later. I hadn't heard from him since that afternoon on the roof terrace. In part that was good as it enabled me to get on with my day job that to my horror and disbelief I was starting to neglect. I wore a fashionable full length dress. It had a scooped front and short sleeves. It was tight round my bust and waist, but the skirt was slightly flared and flapped round my ankles. It was made from a deep yellow material and had a few, brass buttons from the neckline to the waist. I left one of those undone and didn't wear any underwear, although I had a couple of pairs of panties and a bra together with my toiletries in my overnight bag.

"Very nice, put this on," Guy said after I arrived at his rooms just after six in the evening. It was very warm with hardly a breeze. He was wearing a pair of dark blue linen trousers, brown boat shoes without socks and a short sleeved, white polo shirt. He had all three buttons undone showing some curls of hairs through the gap between the open sides of the shirt, he looked good and pretty cool. However, I did see a touch of grey in the hairs, something I hadn't noticed before. He handed me a scholar's gown. That was made from a light wool material with a heavily pleated back; it was white. It wrapped round my shoulder, had elbow length sleeves and came to mid-way between my knees and ankles. It had no fasteners down the front and as I walked to the mirror to check my appearance, it flapped round me. 

"What's this for?"

"We're going to Queen's for a special dinner and we have to wear our gowns," he told me slipping into his which was similar to mine but was made from black silk and had a magenta, almost purple, slash round the collar and down the front, which I recalled signified that he was a professor. 

It wasn't much of a walk along Trumpington and across the bridge on Silver Street, but I did feel strange being naked under my dress. We got to Queen's, went through a courtyard into the main building and through a large oak door that was open. He followed me up a flight of narrow stairs, stroking my bum that was swaying inches from his face, and led me down a corridor into a modest sized, about twenty feet square, room furnished in a similar faded elegance style to his rooms at Corpus. It was set up as a dining room with an oblong table, which had two chairs on two sides and one at each end. There was a long oak sideboard on which there were several bottles of wine, decanters of port and what looked like whiskey and cognac and an array of glasses.

"You can take the dress off now," he said in the matter fact way he had of saying even the most sexually outrageous of things. Seeing that I was naked under the dress he smiled. "That's good Chrissy you learn quickly and I like that. Now put your gown back on and stay right there."

He sat down on the chair at the head of the table and rang a hand bell that had been left on it.

Assuming that was to encourage someone to enter the room, presumably to serve dinner I pulled the gown tightly round me. I was amazed when the door opened and men started entering. They were all wearing black, silk, scholar's robes similar to Guy's, but only one had the magenta trimmings.

Silently they filed in and sat at the other five seats round the table. I was left standing there. I felt awkward and left out. They nodded to Guy and began chatting largely about university matters. None of them Guy included paid any attention to me. It was quite strange.

"Oh by the way gentlemen" Guy suddenly said. "This is my slut who I have told you about."

The words crashed into me. He was being so cruel was my immediate thought. Then they all turned and looked at me and that made me feel embarrassed. They just gazed at me, they didn't speak or smile, but simply stared at me as I stood there naked apart from the robe that I was holding tightly round me. They won't know I'm naked I thought for they can only really see my legs and my upper chest.

"Christina," Guy said quite sharply. "Let go of the fucking robe will you, they want to see your tits and your bald cunt."

I stared at him, pleading with my eyes, but as he held me in the cold, blue eyed gaze that always did things to me, I knew my pleading would get me nowhere. I felt frozen and as if I was paralysed. I couldn't move, but I knew I had to. I could only do as he said, for there was no alternative other than making a run for it and then walk through Cambridge just in the gown. I looked from Guy to the other men. Their ages ranged from a likely late twenties or early thirties up to possible early fifties, maybe late forties. They were all rather grim faced, but not unattractive. 

"We're waiting Christina," Guy said ignoring the law and lighting one of his big Davidoff cigars, but staring right at me through the cloud of blue smoke.

That was it, I knew I'd had it now and that there was no alternative. I realised that I was going to have to expose myself to all of them and my mind could only touch lightly on the surface of what else I might have to do. I gave Guy one more pleading stare, but after holding my gaze for a few seconds he turned away, looked at the guy on his left and said.

"It'll be worth waiting for, she really has got splendid tits."

That did it. He was starting to humiliate and abuse me. They were all looking at me, waiting and expectant. I looked from face to face and saw differing expressions; lust, desire, arrogance and keenness. Some had smiles and some had leers on their faces, all looked expectant and interested. Everything was getting to me and I was starting to move into the zone, assume the role and playing the part. The part of a slut. I was beginning to tingle and it suddenly hit me that I was no longer embarrassed or too concerned at them looking at me, in fact the thought of exposing my body to them was starting to turn me on. I was getting warm, there was a heat in my stomach, an irritation in my nipples and my breasts had that familiar feeling of fullness denoting my imminent arousal. My adrenalin was roaring through me making feel similar to how I always did before delivering an important presentation to a prospective client and how I imagined actors feel before going on stage. Momentarily I wondered how an actress would feel if she was doing a nude scene in front of a few hundred people. It was then that it hit me. Whilst by no means famous or a celebrity I did hold a senior position in one of the world's leading banks which meant I met very senior managers from some of the largest corporations and legal and accountancy practices in the world. If this got out I would be finished not just with big G, but with banking altogether.

As usual Guy was one step ahead of me.

"In case you are worried that one of my friends might be a reporter or that they may talk to others about this let them introduce themselves to you."

One by one they then told me their position. Of the five three were at the university as lecturers with one being a professor of quantum physics. Of the other two one was a lawyer and hade the balls to tell us the name of his firm that I knew very well and the other was a county councillor in Lincolnshire. I was not quite sure why he did that for of course I could have been anyone, even a hooker or a reporter, but that again was his way of exerting control over both them and me, I supposed.

"Pull it open Chrissy, let them see them."

I looked from Guy to the other men, took a step forward and let go of the edges of the gown. It fell straight down my body the lapels traversing my boobs and getting caught on my nipples. I saw the men's interest increase and it was as if they all leaned further forward. I stood there in front of five strangers and my 'boyfriend' as good as naked with my bare breasts and pussy on show to them all. There was a murmur of approval round the table and that made me feel as if I was on the stage of the Albert Hall taking applause. Their eyes seemed to bore into me and I was very aware that my nipples hardened and I was sure I started excreting my womanly sexual juices. I could hardly believe the sensations that were coursing through me for at the heart of them was that I was enjoying them looking at me.




Fucking My Mind Pt. 05



"See what everyone wants to drink Chrissy. It's on the sideboard over there," Guy said. "And then you can serve us all."

I was mortified. It was one thing standing there and posing for them, after all I had posed for my ex and for a boy-friend as they took revealing photos of me, so I had some experience, but serving at a table almost nude was something else indeed. As, of course, was serving anyone at all. In my position in the bank it was me that always got served, me that had flunkies and subservient waiters and me that had assistants, PAs, aides and a minion of co-workers at my beck and call. Guy was again reversing the roles and I had to admit it was working for I was very turned on.

They started calling out their orders.

"Hold on," Guy chipped in "Remember this is mean old Queens, we only have claret, albeit Chateau Talbot 96, port, Champagne, Scotch and cognac and some Chassagne Montrachet for you more effete chappies."

I walked over to the credenza turning my back to the men, but very aware of their eyes on me as I walked. Did I accentuate my wiggle, I wondered?

They called out their orders and I poured the drinks. Thankfully the wine bottles were already open for pulling premier cru claret corks with the rather rudimentary corkscrew would have been difficult at any time; wearing just the white scholar's robe and nothing else would have verged on the impossible.

I put the six glasses on a silver tray and picked that up, it was surprisingly heavy suggesting it was silver. As I had to hold it with both hands I noted that, before turning round, the gown gaped and I showed all my breasts. That made my heart pump a bit and I could feel the goose bumps starting. Turning, I looked at the men looking at me. I stood there for a moment and then, throwing my head back, sticking my boobs out and smiling, I walked across the room carrying the tray of drinks to the table. Instinctively I went to Guy first. I stood beside him and said.

"Yours was claret wasn't it Guy?"

"Yes," he replied reaching round my legs, running his hand up the back of them under the robe and grabbing my bum. "But these are my guests Chrissy, you should serve them first, please remember your etiquette."

I felt partly embarrassed, particularly as they would all have seen what he was doing with his hand, but also partly excited that they had seen that.

"Now please go round the table from right to left just like a port bottle and serve them properly," he went on.

The man to Guy's right was the youngest and smiled nicely when I asked him what he had ordered.

"Champagne please Christina."

I bent forward and placed the glass on the table in front of him. As I did the gown obviously gaped and fell away from me. He turned his head and his face was just inches from my bare nipples.

"Mmm, very nice thank you Christina," he said smiling as his eyes went from my tits to my eyes and back again several times.

This happened all the way round the table as I handed out the drinks. I got to Guy and handed him his red win. As I bent to put that on the table he put his arm round me, slipped it up and inside the gown onto my waist taking the hem of the garment with it. I went to stand up hoping to move away, but he held onto me, pushed on my back and made me bend again. He looked round the table and that caused me to do the same. I saw that, inevitably, they were all looking at us. Guy then looked into my eyes, leaned forward a little, put his tongue out and licked my nipple. Some of the men commented.

"Nice Guy."

"Bravo."

"Go on Chrissy give it to him."

I didn't know what to do. I couldn't work out whether I should move away or just stay there having Guy licking and sucking my nipples. One of the guys said.

"Lovely bum my dear" reminding me that I was showing that from behind for Guy was holding the back of my gown in the air. 

He suddenly bit my nipple quite hard and at the same time slapped my bum, which fortunately had recovered from the caning of a couple of weeks ago and was showing no red marks or wheals from where he had spanked me for the third time.

"Time for you to circulate Chrissy. Top up the drinks please," he said taking his mouth away from my breast and dropping the back of the gown.

I walked over to the credenza to get the bottles knowing all the eyes were on my body. They had all seen Guy sucking and licking my boobs and he had shown all of them my bum. I had such an array of mixed feelings as I put the three bottles on the silver tray, no one had asked for white wine. Embarrassment, amazement, trepidation, guilt, anticipation and excitement all combined to make my head whirl. Most surprisingly in some ways was that I felt more relaxed than I would ever have imagined I would be in such a situation. 

Turning with the tray in my hand and the gown gaping, I walked towards the table knowing my tits would be wobbling and jiggling; the five pairs of eyes, I didn't count Guy's, were roaming from my face, lingering on my tits then visiting my bald mound. I was sure that they would be able to see the start of the lips of my pussy and I worried that they might see that it was glistening, for I knew I was getting wet. 

Guy caught my eye with that scintillating gaze of his and said in his usual very dry, matter of fact way.

"As you serve the drinks Chrissy, remember these are my very special guests and for them, whatever is mine is theirs. Understand?"

I didn't really, but naturally I nodded and said "Yes Guy, of course." I felt pleased that he smiled at that response.

As I reached the youngish man on Guy's right, another feeling hit me. That was power. I realised that although I was serving them and doing as my 'domme' Guy directed, it was really me, the submissive, who was in control, well at least a mutually shared control with him. It was an odd feeling.

"Champagne wasn't it Mark?" I asked somehow recalling his name from hearing Guy mention it.

"Yes Christina, thanks." He paused before adding "And for remembering my name" as he ran his hand up the back of my legs. I began to realise then just what Guy meant.

I moved on and served the man to Mark's right, an older slightly heavier, but again not unattractive person; perhaps Guy only has attractive friends I conjectured thinking of his friend Chris with whom he and I had dinner at the Midsummer Restaurant a few weeks ago.

He was bolder than Mark and even before I had put his glass of red wine down before him, he had reached up and cupped my boob. As he did that I felt Mark from behind me raising the hem of the gown.

"Mmmm very nice darling," the older man said licking my nipple.

"Yes Christina," Mark said running his hand over my bum, "Very nice indeed."

I eventually got all the way round the table after each of them had groped me either on my boobs, my bum, my thighs or between my legs. By the time I got to Guy I understood exactly what he meant about what was his was theirs.

He smiled. "Well done Chrissy, let's move on."

"What do you mean?"

"We have to go further, push the boundaries, extend our limits. Remember that's what we are all about, aren't we?" He asked undoing his shirt and still with the gown on removed it. "Unzip me Chrissy."

That surprised me, but also made me start to realise what was going to happen. I hesitated. Fixing me with that cool stare he said harshly.

"Chrissy."

I moved closer and with fingers that were visibly shaking, I undid his brown pleated belt and slid his zip down. He pushed his linen trousers down, as usual he wasn't wearing underpants. He was completely flaccid.

"Nice?" He asked running his fingers up and down his cock.

"Yes Guy," I replied quietly as I heard chairs being pushed back and the men moving. I looked round and saw that they were all undressing. My heart started to pound as I at last worked out what was going to happen. 

My mind went back a few weeks to an afternoon when we were at the farm. It was a blazing hot day and he had suggested we have a picnic down by a nearby river. Naturally it turned into more than a picnic, for being alone in an isolated place, in a field by a river with me, as usual at his command not wearing much, sex was high on the agenda.

"Take your top off, no one's going to come here" he said.

Being far more confident doing such things and complying with his commands than I would have been before meeting him, I pulled the loose, low cut, scooped front, silky black top over my head. Fluffing my hair back into its usual unruly, 'pulled through a hedge backwards' look making my tits wobble I looked at Guy for his next request. That was nice because he leaned forward, took me in his arms and kissed me; he was obviously in one of his tender moods. When he was like that I sometimes feared I might fall for him!

He pushed me backwards onto the picnic blanket so I was laying on my back with him half on top of me. We kissed for some time as he excited me and pleased himself by playing with my bare tits and nipples. His hand slowly slid down my body reaching as far as he could to around my knees. He took hold of the thin, ankle length, white skirt and pulled it up until the hem was above my knees. His hand went under it and up my legs grazing along my thighs and finding my mound. He fiddled his fingers between my thighs, which I parted, and he rubbed my clit and lips. I reached for his cock inside his trousers and was surprised to find that he had undone his belt and zip, so I gripped his bare erection, it felt lovely.

"I'm going to make you cum so fucking hard," he grunted pushing his hand down past the waistband of my panties and onto my bare, very wet lips. He was absolutely true to his word for by shoving four fingers right up my cunt he made me feel so filled and so very comprehensively finger fucked that I did cum 'fucking hard.'

Lying naked arms, we talked about our fantasies, well actually he questioned me about mine, he never revealed much about himself. It was then that I had said.

"I sometimes fantasise about being in a gang bang."

"How do you mean?"

"Well me with five or six blokes," I recalled saying as I now looked at the five strangers undressing in front of me. 'He's making my fantasy come true' I thought wondering at the imagination and power of this man as he said.

"Remember telling me?"

"Yes," I replied as Guy turned me round to face my 'suitors', put his arms round me, cupped my boobs and pulled me against him, his still soft cock pushing into the softness of my bum. Again that made me wonder just what it was that got him aroused for there was no pattern to it.

He held me like that, the gown hooked behind me, my total nakedness being revealed to the other five who were now all naked. It was as if he was offering me to them, showing off 'our' wares, giving them an invitation and sort of projecting me as a sacrifice. It was an incredible sensation to see five naked, aroused men moving towards me. 

I wasn't scared, I didn't panic, I felt remarkably calm as first one then another started to stroke and caress me. I was kissed all over my face, shoulders, neck, chest and breasts. Hands were everywhere, pinching squeezing and rubbing me.

I felt Guy let go of my hands and walk over to the table. He propped himself up against it and relit his fat cigar. He stared at me, a slight grin on his face, his were eyes boring into mine as if they were saying 'Let go Chrissy, it's your fantasy, now go with it.' 

I noticed that, remarkably he still was not hard. He was an amazing man in that respect for he was often fully erect with hardly any stimulation, whilst at other times like this where there was so much going on sexually, he was flaccid. I saw what he wanted, I got his message. I gave onto the other five knowing that what he wanted was to watch me being gang banged, but not take part. I realised that gave him the ultimate control over me.

My body was being stimulated in so many places. It was 'servicing' ten hands and five mouths and they were all over me. It was simply staggeringly arousing to have a different mouth on each of my breasts, another kissing my lips, one on my pussy and another licking and kissing my bum as, at the same time, the ten hands were squeezing, stroking and pinching all over my body. I had cocks against my bum, hips and stomach and I was holding and rubbing one in each hand. Everything was continually moving and I had different cocks in my hands and mouths on my breasts. By now I had stopped looking at their faces or wondering who was doing what to me. Several times one of the guys pressed their cock against my pussy or bum, but the others decided it was not yet the time to fuck me or cum. I had no idea what would cause the time to be right, but I had no doubt that very soon now I was going to be fucked. That was fine with me, it was what I wanted, but I had no idea how it would happen; all at once or one at a time I wondered?

I didn't have to wait long.

The young guy Mark manoeuvred me backwards until I was also propped against the table next to Guy. It seemed as though he had won some form of draw, he was going to fuck me first; I was pleased with that as he had been quite gentle and caring so far. Guy grabbed my head, turned it towards him and kissed me hard, shoving his tongue deep into my mouth. One of the others was stroking my tits from the side and another guy who was leaning over the table was caressing them from behind me.

"Ok Chrissy?" Mark asked as Guy and I broke the kiss.

"Yes," I gasped not really thinking straight, simply going with the flow of this incredible situation.

He was in me very quickly and it felt good. To be truthful, though, there was so much else going on that the usual extreme sensations I get when being fucked were neutralised somewhat by all the other feelings and emotions I was experiencing. Nevertheless the sum of the parts certainly gave me a set of sensations the like of which I had never before experienced.

Mark was quite quick and was suddenly withdrawing, I wasn't sure whether he had cum or not. In fact I wasn't really sure whether I had, but that didn't seem important. Having five men fucking me at the same time was redefining the meaning of an orgasm for me. I didn't roar upwards emotionally, explode and then fizzle out. I think I had started to cum when Guy had held me, it had slowly built up and was now simmering along, just beneath that boiling point, but it was going on and on and on.

Another cock was in me, different hands and mouths were on me in different places, I was being fucked again. I was still cumming in my 'new' way.

Someone turned me round and made me lean forward. Another was sitting on the table, his cock was positioned conveniently for, and he seemed to be offering it to, my mouth. I got hold of it and slid it between my lips as the other guy pushed into me from behind. Someone else was playing with my tits and other mouths and hands were all over my body. The cock in my mouth exploded at roughly the same time as the one in pussy. They were quickly replaced by different ones, but they were doing the same thing, fucking me. 

I was pulled to the floor and made to sit on a cock of a guy lying down. My head was pulled to one side so I was looking over my shoulder to the right. Yet another cock was shoved into my mouth. Another guy was half kneeling in front of me. He murmured.

"Push your tits together Christina please."

I was being fucked from all angles.

It seemed to go on and on and on, but later I worked out that it lasted for only an hour or so. I tried to recall the number of times I was fucked, but that was impossible although I did work out that some guys either didn't cum or they fucked me several times. Given that we were only at it for a relatively short time, I more suspected the former than the latter.

I remember quite vividly the ending.

I was lying on my back and I had just had a three-way shag; one in my pussy, one in my mouth and one between my tits. The others had looked on with what I saw were their drooping dicks; they seemed to be finished. The three who had just fucked me moved away, but continued staring at me as did the other two so I had five men looking down at my naked body lying on the floor.

"Play with your tits" I heard Guy say from behind me. 

Oddly, considering they had all fucked me and had been looking at my naked body for ages, I felt a little embarrassed doing that, but of course I did. I squeezed and pinched them and rolled the flesh together, I used my fingertips on my nipples and the flats of my hands on each orb. Apart from five pairs of male eyes staring at me, it was just like masturbating on my bed I was thinking, when Guy came into my range of vision and stood looking down at me. He was fully erect.

"Now fuck yourself," he grunted taking his cock in his hand. 

He started to rub himself as I pressed my finger right alongside my clit. We were looking at each, his blue eyes boring into mine with that cold, intense stare as the others looked on. He began to rub his cock with longer and faster strokes. I rubbed myself with more pressure and slightly more speed. I looked round the faces of the other guys and let my eyes roam over their bodies and was oddly aroused by seeing a couple of cocks starting go hard, but his stare pulled my gaze back to his. We locked onto each other's stares as we started to masturbate. We seemed then to go into our own personal zone; although the other five were there and indeed two bare feet were actually touching my body, one on my shoulder the other my hip, it was as if they ceased to exist. It was just him and me, Guy and Christina, domme and sub, master and slut.

Amazingly, considering that I must have climaxed at least six or seven times in the past hour, I could feel myself starting to cum. I began to pant, I was opening and closing my mouth, screwing up my eyes and clenching and undoing the hand that wasn't fucking me. He could see all of that, he knew me so well. I saw him pumping harder, not faster, but with longer strokes. I arched my back as he thrust his lower body forward and the sperm shot from his cock and fell down onto my breasts with a dribble falling onto my face. So much came out, but then he seemed to be able to control that as well. As the sperm gushed from his cock onto me, he held his cock still and rigid just as he did when he was fucking me. But then he was fucking me, not my body, I was doing that, now he really was fucking my mind!