6 comments/ 25208 views/ 11 favorites The Fucking Professor By: danishmichaela 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 full breasts was Guy's. I was lying on my left side. I was in his bed in Cambridge University. It had firstly stroked and caressed me, then cupped it and finally it had gently 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 Erik I haven't been celibate, but I have been selective. I've been with few guys, both old flames and new lovers as well of course as Erik. He still lives in Copenhagen where we were both born. I now live in London, but pop home every month or so. Erik and I then meet and do what married couples are supposed to, fuck like rabbits and then row. It was my job that caused the separation. I work in investment banking and am a mergers and acquisition specialist. I had headed the Scandinavian M and A for several years when a promotion to Head of European M and A became available. I got it and had to move to London. Erik refused 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 doing of deals that 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 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 Danish and having the free thinking and extremely liberal attitude towards sex that my countrymen are so famous for I didn't intend sleeping around or getting emotionally involved with anyone. 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 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 and A and as the Managing Director of that it was my baby. That was how I met Guy. 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 Michaela are you?" The, slim, medium height, just taller than me, dark haired man wearing stylish, tortoise shell framed glasses asked me. I quipped back. "Well I am Michaela, but as to whether I am mysterious or even the mysterious Michaela, 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 Pembroke College Cambridge. I was with Kali the Human Resource Director of the M And 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 professors, with the 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 were 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 think I smiled and each time I could metaphorically feel 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 Michy, what brings you to our group?" Guy asked me as we 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 Michaela, 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'," Guy replied. "Mysterious Michy 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 Michy, 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 Michaela?" "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 Michy 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 Michy, 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 Michy," 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 Michaela?" 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 tapered down from about three inches to one or so wide running 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 was no unsightly straps or the need for me to wear a bra; something that with my boobs I can rarely do. 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. "But then mysterious Michaela coming from the land of the free, thinking that is, Denmark 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 others 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 Michy." "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 Michaela 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 think. "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 Michy?" "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. The Fucking Professor "Yes Guy I think I have" I reluctantly in some ways whispered as I watched him stand up again. He undid his belt, slid his zip down and push 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 Erik and with groups of girl-friends on hen dos, of course I have had other partners and Erik and I have been part of a swinging circle; but then so have most Danish women approaching middle age. Always though, I had to a large extent been in control. Even with Erik 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 some 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 all 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 full 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 do sag a little, but then thirty five D cup breasts do that? 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 Michy. 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 Michaela?" 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, slightly too large 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 Michy, I am the boss 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 penetrations 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 and thong 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. It was as I felt them being ripped that 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 worked out that by easing the waistband down a little further onto my hips 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 Erik who I was due to visit on Wednesday; explaining love bites and teeth marks on your breasts, isn't an easy thing for a wife to do even with an estranged husband and secondly, and more importantly, I didn't remember him doing it. * 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, I had gone back to this Cambridge University Professor of Humanities rooms in Corpus Christi College and had let him fuck me for nearly an hour? That was a mystery. But I had and it fascinated and excited me. Why? Two reasons above all else. 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 Humanist meeting. The second reason and 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 whole 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. Kali had invited me to the luncheon and introduced me to Guy. She now worked for me as my Human Resource Director 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 spreaded legs. Now, having been taken by 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 and then turned round again to face him, but still standing up. * "Ok I'm off," I 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 just wearing the shirt as he looked out of the small window smoking his cigar. "Ok" he said turning slowly and looking across the comfortably furnished in a very 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 Michaela, 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 Michy, we will have to cure you of that" he said kissing me again. "And you being Danish as well?" He went on breaking the kiss, holding my chin and fixing me with that amazingly intense stare of his stunning, but rather 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 Michaela." 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 Michy, 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 Michaela?" "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 Michy, 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 Michaela, 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 softly along the lips of my pussy. "And of course these," he went on reaching up between my legs and squeezing my full 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 D verging on DD cup 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 can play with your tits Michy" 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, tightly each of my cheeks. 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 Michaela?" The Fucking Professor 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 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 Cambridge, 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 didn't though explain why I had given myself so easily and fully to him, why I let him dominate me so easily and 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 Stansted 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 Michaela." "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 drove away from Stansted towards Dunmow then 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 Michaela?" "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, Michy 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 Michaela, almost as good as fucking you did. My hand feels almost like your cunt." I didn't say anything. "You are still there Michy?" "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 Michy and I am holding them round my cock as I imagine sticking that right up your cunt. The cunt Michy 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 Cam, 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 Michaela." "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 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 Michy 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." "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 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 with 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. 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 on 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? 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 sub-prime and banking crisis of two thousand and eight merger activity 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 Michaela" 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, that 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 and that felt marvellous. "Come on Michy?" 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 as we talked about so many things. The forthcoming World Cup, the BP oil situation, the Britain's Got Talent TV show, Iraq and Afghanistan, the recent general election and the new coalition government. 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, Michy?" "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 Michaela" 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 still appealingly 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! * I was in New York at the monthly global heads of M and 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. The email came through around ten in the evening as we had dinner at Sardis.