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The Seduction Of Ms Manners #2

Paul savoured every moment, resisted gripping her neck and force fucking her mouth, instead, sticking to the

script, he encouraged Judith, building her confidence, telling her that he would never, ever give her up.

Witnessing her lust and desire as he cin her mouth.

Judith had never felt so alive, so desired, so in control. She had made him hard. He had stayed hard because of

her. He wanted her and she didn't even recognise herself or her behaviour. He single focus was satisfying her

lover. Gripping this brutal, big cock. Making him cwas her only thought. She was releasing the years of pent

up sexual energy, the hidden desires and thoughts she had eventually suppressed. Judith would never give him

up.

It was at that moment, she felt him twitch and tighten and her mouth was filled with his juices, she didn't know

what was expected so kept moving her hand up and down the shaft, swallowing and keeping her mouth over his

cock. She felt his hand tighten in her hair, his bottom lift, pushing his cock deeper and the gagging, brought her

back to her senses.

Paul did as agreed, lying down, eyes closed, the softening cock still on display. Judith had tissues and wiping his

cjuices and spittle from her mouth and chin, had excused herself, passing Paul the box of tissues as she

passed by the couch and out of the treatment room.

When she returned, looking fresh and her lipstick reapplied, Paul was dressed and standing. "Thank you Judith,

that was a very special experience and | only hope that | can continue to visit you for healing?" Judith understood

the true meaning, this was the moment, to cease all communication or savour an incredible lover who desires

her. "Yes Sir" she replied.

Paul messaged Brains, you are a fucking genius Brains x

Brains typed the reply, enjoy training her GM x

The relationship between Paul and Brains continued to blossom and yet they were complete opposites in almost

every way. They only discussed private matters on the golf course, they had a shared gmail account that each

could sign into. That is where serious challenges Paul had, could be detailed and left in the draft folder. Never

sent. Brains would log in, review, consider and offer suggestions. Paul would digest the information, the detail

already imprinted in his mind. He would then delete the draft email. They were ahead of the curve when it came

to the power of technology and they had the utmost respect for powers that be and took every precaution to

protect themselves.

They had completely different taste in women and this was a constant subject for discussions and analysis by

Paul, who was drawn to youth, beauty, long blonde hair, legs and high heels. He still had his fun, but never, ever

without protection and soon got bored with them. It was the hunt that stimulated him. It was dominating the

wives in a very protective way, under the skilled tutelage of Brains. He was reminded that these were loyal

women, who desired him and enjoyed the sluttish behaviour and deserved to be fully satiated and satisfied.

For Brains, intelligence was sexually attractive (no pun intended!) and also highly arousing; drawn too much

older women, preferring voluptuous, highly successful and cultured. Never once in all their years together did

Paul ever see him with another woman or discover the one woman in his life. She remained the only secret

between them and Paul had no problem with that. He understood the reasoning and the risks associated with

their work.

They enjoyed their monthly meetings, a round of golf to discuss any issues Paul may have, before visiting venues

that would allow them to explore the investment incubator notes, so that they can agree on the next opportunity.

Brains would provoke Paul; challenge his taste and behaviour towards women, reminding him that women have

the real power. But they always agreed on the next target. Paul felt the rush of anticipation. He was on the hunt.

In Brains opinion, men are weak and too easily manipulated by the opposite sex. This was a subject of constant

debate and Paul understood that only Brains had the ability, to fuel his sexual needs, his dark desires and satisfy

his relentless sexual energy. It was the perfect partnership, and having identified their next target, Paul toasted

their future success.

Ms. Manners had just left the Royal Courts of Justice, following a significant win on behalf of her client. Not

particularly looking forward to the train journey hon such a wet evening, she watched as the young man

approached, handsin an edgy way and she was sure that she recognised him. "Ms. Manners,

congratulations on the impressive performance" and going on to add "we met at the charity event and | had said

how much | would love to see the inside of a court" Paul said. "I'm so sorry, of course | remember, you kindly

offered to sponsor our next event?" "Has the charity been in touch?"

Walking together along The Strand, Paul offered to share the umbrella, as the heavens opened. Not even Brains

could plan the wet weather, inevitable on a cold November evening in London. They had worked there way

towards Charing Cross when his car pulled up alongside, insisting he drop her off and avoiding the rain and busy,

rush hour streets.

Once inside, he had instructed his driver, and then as if suddenly remembering, "aren't your chambers in Mayfair

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Ms. Manners?" Brains had been very clear, do not call her Rosemary under any circumstance. "Yes but I'm

heading home" "where may | ask is home?" Paul had asked, already knowing the answer and the address,

"Windsor" she replied. Perfect, we will drop you off, its on route, I've a dinner meeting in Eton this evening.

Despite her reservations, he had insisted. Rosemary had certainly remembered him from the event, and

naturally inquisitive had failed to ascertain who had actually invited him. Despite being thrilled by his generosity

and marvelous company, she had been too busy hosting the charity fundraiser but remembered handing over

her business card. Paul, that was his name, she remembers how attentive he was with all the guests, but his

surneluded her for the moment.

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Her husband had even commented on her handstoy boy! Rosemary had no tfor lovers or distraction.

Her husband was a highly successful International financier and they had long been living separate lives. They

remained married and respectful. Paul had to admit that the house was very impressive. It was incredible how

Brains could identify the ones that needed a man in their lives. She was nearly 60 but looked immaculate. It

seems she had little tfor exercise, has recently becconcerned about her tummy and weight and had

taken to reading stories of being taken forcibly, saving non-consent, anal sex stories in her favourites. Brains

already had access to their hcomputers, her work private PDA and private mobile. Paul was on the hunt. Ms.

Manners would one day soon, have her dreams ctrue. But for the moment, Paul remained the perfect

gentleman.

Paul needed to control women sexually. Both fantasy and escapism are important to him. He must maintain

complete and absolute control in a sexual relationship. Brains knew how to keep him focused and Paul realised

how much he looked forward to satisfying these lovely ladies. Brains managed the communication, and if he

needed sex, Brains detail which wife was next, the circumstance, and availability and outline the seduction

strategy.

Paul took great pleasure in reading the historical messages, how Brains drew out their secrets and how he was

able to encourage them to send and share quite filthy pictures, was beyond his comprehension. He had read a

recent update on the barrister, Ms. Manners and she was now taking a Yoga class at weekends and Brains had

chosen her outfit for an industry event! The women all believed it was Paul that they were messaging, enjoying

the flirtation and the attention. Paul as always, was able to scan the reports and remember every detail.

Paul could not believe the script. Brains had lost the fucking plot this time. He was seated at the bar, Ms Manners

was staying in room 212 above him, dressing and preparing for the evening event. Brains continued to copy him

on the communication. They had progressed to quite naughty messages, which was unbelievable, as they had

only met on two occasions! He had just asked her how she would react if he/ meaningof course, knocked on

the door of her hotel room, and forced himself on her. Seducing her in the chosen outfit that she would wear at

the awards that very evening. She had told him that she had treated herself to a glass of bubbly whilst getting

ready and no, she had not touched herself. Brains must be drinking brandy! He will blow this one Paul thought,

but totally mesmerised by the messages, Brains continuing to copy him on everything now. Paul realised he was

already hard. Brains must be on a wind up! But she was certainly enjoying the heated and highly sexual

messages. He had told her to remove the panties, take a picture of them over her amazing choice of shoes. A

moment later, the picture appeared on Paul's mobile. Paul could only shake his head in amazement and chose to

move himself to a more private booth.

Brains was telling her, he would enter, push her onto the bed, spread her wide, and gripping behind her knees,

wearing the hold ups he had selected, suck her cunt to orgasm. There had been a delay in replying. Paul sensed

that Brains had fucked this.

Paul waited, ordered another mineral water and checking the time, it was nearly 7pm and nearly 15 minutes

since the last message. Paul called Brains, "Brains, what the fuck are you doing? These twoin at £50m plus

and I've not even bought the bitch lunch! You are pushing too hard!" Brains started laughing and just hung up.

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Seconds later. Mmmmm had been her reply, with an apology; she had taken a call from her husband in Geneva,

Switzerland, where he is working on a merger. She messaged, that she had topped up her glass of bubbly, and

asked what else would | do to her? Paul sat back in disbelief, as Brains told her exactly how he would bring her to

orgasm, that he would then turn her over, lick her arse hole and without a single word, fuck her hard up the arse,

fucking her, calling her his beautiful slut and telling her, he will cin her arse, and send her down to the

awards dinner with his spunk in her arse.

Paul waited, feeling like an outsider, a voyeur and almost forgetting that Ms Manners believes that she is

messaging him. His cock was bursting. He waited for the reply. Nothing. Brains had messaged her, you are

wanking yourself aren't you Ms Manners? "yes sir" she had replied. Paul looked around; this had to be a fucking

wind up. Paul looked around the bar, half expecting to see Brains laughing!

The next message blew his fucking

mind, realising he was now needed.

Still reeling from the speed of the

seduction, he read the message once

again, as he pressed the button for

the second floor. Get up off your

fucking back my gorgeous slut,

unlock your door, get eile

with Yorq dress@Uldd Pp, on your

khedd, legs spread wide open,

exposing your cunt and tight little

arse for me, and hold your arse

cheeks open. You may wank to

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orgasm once Ms Manners. I'm

coming up from the bar to fuck you

in the arse. If you are not in the exact

position as instructed, having come

forjust once! We will cease all

communication. She had replied

i ly, I've al

almost instantly, I've a ready come

for you Sir. | am waiting. Paul stood

outside, having had to hide his

hardness in the hotel lift, every word

of the communication imprinted in

his mind, his seduction complete. He

pushed open the door, walking into

the room; the smell of her bath salts

and now mixed with her perfwas

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On the bed, her face pressed into the

bed as instructed, her fingers pulling

her arse open wide for him, still

wearing those incredible shoes, was

Ms Manners. He knelt, sucking

hungrily at her wet cunt, shaven and

full lips, pink and inviting. He heard

her moan in utter delighs, as Paul

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expert uke cunt and swollen

lips, licking over her arse hole and her

fingers. He stood, withdrew his hard

cock, denying her another orgasm,

exactly as the message from Brains

had directed. Lubricate your cock

with her wetness; smother your cock

with her wetness and juices. Tell her

every detail GM he had said, and Paul

had actually heard her groan with

desire and anticipation as he spoke

the words, and when he told Ms

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slut" he actually witnessed her arse

hole pucker open as he forced his

cock into her arse, ignoring her

guttural grunts, her moans, her

screams into the bed and the intense

shaking side to side of her long, grey

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Paul fucked her mercilessly, his entire

length inside her, holding her hips,

withdrawing slowly and then

slamming his hardness deep inside

her. She was well lubricated and

tight, and all the time, he was telling

her she was his gorgeous slut, his

gorgeous fuck toy. That he was

sending her down tg the avardd With

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his, spubk frside er, and as dictated

by the final message from Brains,

nearing orgasm, he had instructed

Ms Manners, to play with her clit and

cunt so that they could come

together. She was a woman

possessed, her fingers went straight

between her legs, she moaned and

actually pushed back onto his cock,

and she really was an incredible fuck

Paul had suddenly realised, she

actually asked permission to come

and that was enough to send Paul

over the edge, now spunking his

juices deep inside her as he said,

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cfornow Ms Manners" and

she almost screamed out in pleasure

as she cfor him, still kneeling on

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the bed, Paul's cock still buried in her

arse hole. Paul reached into his

pocket and saved the auand

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Paul withdrew his cock, picking up her panties on the floor, moving to the door, he zipped up his suit trousers

and taking a picture as he left, he pushed her panties into his jacket pocket. It was only when he emerged from

the lift that that the message cthrough from Brains, Ms Manners had said, 'thank you Master". Paul could

only shake his head in utter disbelief, ii7 was now in play and he was looking forward to a wank later, using her

very expensive panties before adding them to his collection and updating the ledger. Theirvalue had just

exceeded £100m with the acquisition of Ms manners and her husband. He realised he didn't even know his

fucking nyet and had just fucked his wife, hard up the arse!

Brains had stored the aufile and images, along with the awards evening pictures, one in particular made him

smile, Ms Manners receiving her award, wearing the dress he had chosen, and the shoes that matched the filthy

pictures now in his possession.