Author's Comments: All characters in this story are at least 18 years old and this is a work of fiction. The short submissions, form part of one mans journey in support of another and documented for his and your pleasure. I do digress on occasion as it is in development; all errors are mine. Suggestions and comments welcomed. I'm reminded these are sex stories, so please enjoy
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Gift or Curse, was how Brains often described Paul's mental and sexual capabilities. He was impossible to satisfy, rarely taking a break, other than a round of golf, but that was merely an opportunity for both men to reflect and plan. Brains challenged him, detailed each and every sexual encounter in exactly the same way that they would plan each business negotiation.
They would discuss who to target next, how to instigate sex, orchestrate it, and end it. They shared every detail. There was little room in their lives for friendships and no room in their lives for families. Both men are loyal, secretive and emotionally inscrutable. Paul is simply an insatiable brute in the bedroom or in his car or office or anywhere else for that matter.
Brains had helped refine his sexual behaviour and communication with women. It was the hunt and then abusing and humiliating the wives of other men that truly motivated Paul; untouchable, ruthlessly secretive and always meticulous. Treating them with absolute respect in public and like fucking sluts in private. This was his release, his drug of choice and it kept him calmer and more focused on the highly complex demands of his business operation.
As always, the entrapment of a wife started once the team had identified a weakness an error of judgement or a secret from their past; tempting them with the possibility of escape, then came the subtle shifts in demands and gradually, grooming, pushing limits and boundaries until there was no escape.
Paul left Brains to manage the mundane messages and texts between these women. But you would be surprised just how many, having been left alone for a period, had initiated the new communication; albeit often seeking further reassurance that their privacy and confidentiality would continue to be respected.
But some were clearly starting to enjoy the moments of escapism, believing that their demanding confidant could truly be trusted with their good reputation. Some had even shared with their closest friends that they had taken a younger lover, in complete denial that they had no choice in the matter. Paul always stuck implicitly to an agreed script, but there were some exceptions, when his natural desire to sexually control absolutely, would surface.
Margaret Morrish, ii3 had been an early example, of Paul taking matters into his own hands, and it had been her condescending and arrogant behaviour towards Paul that had caused the sudden, violent and degrading attack.
Margaret, is a highly successful life coach and psychotherapeutic counsellor to the rich and very famous, helping them reflect, understand themselves and their relationships in order to live more fulfilling lives. Unfortunately for Margaret, the impressive private practice, inherited wealth and respected position within the community was not the only reason she had come to the attention of Paul and Brains and had become their next target.
Margaret had responded positively to the initial online contact, impressed with his specific request for her personally, although his impeccable credentials as a special advisor within government had already piqued her curiosity. It was exactly as Brains had anticipated.
The first session had been scheduled and of course it had been Paul that had arrived at the front door to her impressive home on a magnificent estate. Margaret couldn't help but admire his handsome appearance, strong physique and military bearing as well as the rather impressive, if unusual chauffeur driven Mercedes.
Paul had to admit that he had been completely intoxicated by her smell. He had read her file and he understood now why Brains had not given him a picture, as she was much older than he had anticipated, but attractive none the less and clearly very conservative.
The plan was to ensnare this pretentious woman, and leave her to stew for a few weeks and monitor her behaviour. She was from a high social class, with great contacts so it was important that this went well today. Paul had followed her down the large entrance hall, through impressive rooms, overlooking the manicured gardens and then into her office.
He couldn't help but notice her strong legs, and an arse that was a little larger than he preferred but shapely. She was meticulously presented, which he loved and he had taken his place the dark green, leather wing chair as directed, declining her offer of water.
Paul had watched her confidently position herself, delicately smoothing her skirt and smiling in readiness, as she used the tiny remote to turn up the calming music ever so slightly, the session was about to begin, but Margaret was ever so slightly distracted as Paul broke eye contact to check his watch. She noticed that it was a rather flamboyant Franck Muller Varigaurd, but in a rare sapphire crystal case.
As her eyes lifted, Paul smiled at her knowingly. "Before we get down to business Margaret, I just wanted to say how much I'm looking forward to watching you suck my cock."
Paul sat perfectly still, savouring her look of confusion, shock and absolute horror. Ignoring her completely, Paul had reached into his leather attaché case, and pulled out an officious, expensively embossed file; he held it out for her without breaking eye contact or moving his position.
