The Fucking Professor

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! 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. 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, but could do nothing about, being manipulated by Guy. 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.

My full, D cup size enveloped Kali's smaller, probably 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. Sex was sex I was beginning to understand 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, 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 t 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 more and dormant and the ones that most surprised me were exhibitionism and voyeurism; I had some experience of bisexuality, 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 Michy 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 pert 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. 'I's 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 Michy" 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 others lips and pressing the others 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 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 months without sex, occasionally not even masturbating.

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!

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 Michy?" 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 Michaela, 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 small 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 Mich 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.

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 small 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 their'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.