Dark brown eyes widened and stared with intrigue at the woman sitting across from them at the large oak desk. Ned Bricker had not expected his morning to start off this way. The woman, Anya MacTiernen, didn't particularly surprise him, however, at her unexpected statement. As a lawyer, he had had any number of men, women, and even children, sitting across from him from time to time and they had said any number of fantastical things. This one, a woman with shoulder-length brunette hair, fair skin, and green eyes was no more or less average as he saw it. She did have a smattering of freckles across her cheeks and nose, a leftover bit of childhood, that she had apparently decided not to hide with makeup, which he didn't believe she wore any, nor did it diminish her pretty face. And her cheeks were dimpled, which added to her younger appearance.
But her body, at 27, had already given birth to four children, as he was well aware. She'd brought the youngest, a girl of about a year, with her to her last appointment. Anya might have been slim in her youth, but she had gained a bit from her pregnancies and it had settled around the usual places. He guessed she weighed around 215 pounds or so. Not really his type, but she did have nice breasts, and he did enjoy fondling the breasts of a woman. Ned wondered briefly if the woman was still producing milk. But only briefly, as what she had just said to him slammed back into the forefront of his mind.
"Excuse me?" He asked quietly after coughing and sitting up a little bit straighter in the hard leather chair that he had been leaning back in.
"I-I apologize, Mr, Bricker. I shouldn't have said that." Anya sighed, closing her eyes for a moment and wishing she could completely take back the words that had flown from her mouth in a moment of frustration. He had asked her how she was, that was all. Why had she blurted that out? She has always felt a slight stirring in her body when she'd met with her husband's lawyer, but to say what she said, Anya had clearly gone mad.
"My dear, I am your lawyer, you should feel free to tell me whatever you want. Not many people can say that they are restricted by law from ever repeating what you say. Please, repeat it, just so I know that I have it right." Ned knew that his curiosity confused her, her eyebrows had furrowed and she was frowning at him a bit.
"Mr. Bricker, again, I apologize..." Anya gulped for air as she paused, "I said that more than anything I would like to be properly fucked, but since my husband is dead, there's little chance of that happening these days."
Anya stopped talking, her blush creeping up her chest to turn her neck and cheeks a pinker shade. The lawyer, a married man in his late forties, with black hair showing gray at the temples was sitting looking at her with an eyebrow raised over his left eye, chocolate colored, that sparkled on his handsome face. Anya wanted the ground to open up beneath her feet so that she could fall out of the room to the floor below, run away, find a deep dark hole in the ground and bury herself in it. Ever since Luke died seven months ago, she had repeatedly stuck her foot in her mouth with friends and family, but this was the first time that she'd said this, and to her lawyer of all people. A man that she'd actually felt an attraction to in the past.
"It's been seven months now since the accident, correct?" Ned picked up her file from his desk and opened it up.
"Yes, Mr. Bricker." Anya nodded softly, barely able to make eye contact with him. Handsome men always intimidated her, they had ever since she was young. Luke had been handsome, and he had loved her completely, and then he had died in a collapse at work, he'd worked in the civil engineering department of the city. A subway tunnel had given. He had been the only casualty. No one had seemed to cast her a second glance since his death.
"Then I imagine you have every right to feel as you do." He replied casually as he skimmed further over her file. Her husband had been their client first, years ago when his great aunt had died and left him a large cash estate. Through the years, he'd been back with his wife, or without, to update their will, as necessary. Now that he had died, his wife had finally come in to update her will again. Today had been scheduled for her to come in and sign the papers. It was to have been a quick and boring meeting, one that Ned would normally have handed off to one of his paralegals, but now it was proving to be a bit more interesting, and he was glad he had felt a bit of charity in taking her appointment.
"I-I'm sorry, Mr. Bricker. I should probably leave, or-or sign the papers and just go. I've embarrassed myself enough for today, I think." Anya stood up and grabbed her purse, not really paying attention as the lawyer across from her did, as well, and rounded the desk to stop her from opening his office door.
"Mrs. MacTiernen. I think you should stay." His voice sounded a bit more guttural and Anya gasped, looking up at him. She was five feet four inches and the lawyer was at least a foot taller than her, she felt her body temperature raise just standing this close to him, and they weren't even touching. That warmth quickly pooled to her lonely pussy.
"Mr. Bricker." Anya said, confused as she watched him turn the lock on the inside of the door before turning to face her and putting his hands on her shoulders.
"I might be able to help you with your problem." He said quietly, watching her eyes widen in surprise this time and very slowly, he began to move her back towards the leather chair she'd been seated on a moment ago. Her body was opening to him, her color was a deeper shade and her breathing was faster, he could see her pulse beat in her neck and he felt the jerk of his cock against his slacks.
"I need to go. I shouldn't have said any of that to you. Please, let me go." Anya whispered in fear, the chocolate in the man's eyes seemed to shimmer and lighten as he looked down at her, his hands still firm on her shoulders as they made sure she retook her seat. She watched with wide eyes as he then released her and moved back around his desk and sat down. He felt less threatening then, and she stayed where she was, waiting as he settled against the back of his chair, his hands folded together in front of him.
"Anya, what was your sexual relationship like with your husband?" His question made her gasp, and her body stiffened, the muscles of her cunt jerked uncontrollably and Anya bit her lip and sat more upright in the chair, putting pressure on her rising desire.
"My-my relationship? Well, Luke and I enjoyed each other a great deal. Which is most definitely what made me say that, I am sorry, again." Anya said quietly, not able to quite make eye contact with the man across from her as he moved forward to rest his arms on his desk, the movement made the fabric pull tight on his suit jacket and she could see a hint of well defined muscles underneath.
"You miss getting fucked, Anya?" His dark question along with his raised eyebrows made Anya suck in a heavy breath and she found herself nodding.
"So if I were to rip your clothes off of you, and fuck you now, would you want to sit on top and and fuck down on me, or have me throw you down over this desk and have my way with you?" His question made her eyes widen and her mouth fell open in surprise. Her pussy seemed to sit up and take notice and was fairly humming between her legs. It had been way to long since she'd had a cock inside of her, Anya had to convince herself that was the reason she was reacting to him so quickly.
"Wh-what?"
He shook his head, "You heard me quite well, Anya. I want to know if you're more dominant or more submissive with sex. I need to know."
Anya looked down at her hands, they were shaking against her knees and she felt her pussy squeeze and cheer for the man who was talking extremely dirty to her, begging her to respond. Her mind was conjuring up all sorts of images, and all of them seemed unreal, this handsome, well off gentleman who she knew was married, hitting on her like this in his office. This couldn't be happening.
"I don't really like being on top, no." She found herself answering, which only made her pussy juices leak out onto her panties to let her know she'd done the right thing.
He smiled wider on the left side than the right, "Do you like being held down, or tied up?"
Anya frowned, "I've never had anyone do either of those."
"Well-."
"But I don't think I would mind it so much," Anya interrupted him, the purr in her pussy was making her a little more brazen, "as long as I wasn't humiliated."
"In what way? Would you be willing to be spanked, let's say?" He asked quieter now, he had a pen in his hand and was jotting something down that she couldn't see.
"I-I suppose so. I just wouldn't want to be humiliated, I can't really explain it. I think I'd like to be spanked, but not some of those other things people do."
