Fucking My Mind Pt. 01

Author's Note.

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

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

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

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

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

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

There are two other points of relevance at this stage.

Firstly, Guy fucks Christina the afternoon they meet.

And secondly, I am Christina.

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Part 1 - We fuck on our first meeting.

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

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

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

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

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

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

*

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

It was my job that caused the separation. I work in investment banking and am a mergers and acquisition specialist. I had headed up the UK, M if you want to get to the top in investment banking most things can be redundant, certainly wives and husbands can be.

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

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

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

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

Things change though.

The bank sponsors a digital library at Cambridge University. It was really a promotional gimmick to get to the brightest brains and show them good things about the bank. For some bizarre reason it came under the wing of M