The Fucking Professor

After making very tender love in his bed I had slept and then left the next morning. We had spoken during the day, a Tuesday and I had told him 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 GNT 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 worfs crashed into my mind.

Michaela

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. 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, sleep, 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 Michaela, I am a sexual explorer, an erotic adventurer, a free thinker and a humanist. And that, Michaela, 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 Michy, 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 Michy, 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 Michaela 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 big 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 Michaela. 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 Michy. 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 Michy, 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 my fellow 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 that fascinated me.

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 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 NewYork 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 being a single again 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.

Guy made me cum very quickly, but didn't give any indication as to whether he had or not.

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 big 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 Michy, 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 Essex: 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 Michaela, 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 conjoured up, going even further as I pondered as to whether he might also be erect.

"Come in Michy" 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 Michy?"

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 Michy" he smiled "I was just finishing something."

Kali sat up, the bedclothes falling away from her small 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 Michaela came in on Sunday evening didn't I?"

"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 Michy, 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. So much for my liberal Danish upbringing.

"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 gorgeouse 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 probably 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 in the bank and I had found her to be superb as a human resource specialist.

"Look relax Michy, 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 Mich" 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, 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 Michy, 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