A Legal Matter, Baby!

My firm was about to undergo a major change. Not only were we merging (OK, taking over) another business but we were changing our legal status from a partnership to a legal corporation. As much as I baulked at the idea, we had no option. We had to call in …. the lawyers!

I jest …. The firm we were using had served our business well over the years and we had reciprocated by supplying them with assistance over the years. We were an important client of theirs, so it was only natural that the senior partner made time to see me. 

I explained our various requirements … a fairly complicated set of legal procedures and timing was of the essence.  When I had set it all out, he asked me if he could delegate some of the work to someone who he described as their “rising star” … a recently qualified lawyer for whom they had great hopes. I had no problem with that, so he called Yvonne into the room

She was a lovely young thing. A little plump (more baby fat, really), a little geeky, a girl who didn’t pay a great deal of heed to the fashion mores of the day, but she seemed very bright and immediately made a couple of excellent suggestions once she had been given the brief.

Yvonne and I worked closely together over the next few days. Her work was excellent and on the day she filed the papers, I took her out to dinner as a “thank you” for her assistance.  She was excellent company and we had a fine evening.

Two weeks later, she rang to tell me of a minor hitch … not her fault, just some civil servant being rather pedantic. Alterations needed to be made as soon as possible, but I was committed to other matters that day.  She therefore asked if I could see her that evening. I said I could, and then she suggested I went to her house and she would cook a meal. I agreed

I was expecting her fiancé to be present – a man I knew was several years older than her, a farmer, as a result of our previous social conversations.  He wasn’t present when I arrived but had no reason to doubt he would be joining us at dinner time. 

We sorted out the problem in about an hour whilst dinner was cooking. I noticed the table was laid for two only, and asked if I was going to meet her fellow. I wasn’t, in fact … he was away on a rugby trip.

After dinner, and perhaps a glass or two more wine than I should have imbibed, we adjourned to the lounge for coffee. I sat on the sofa and was a little surprised when she sat next to me rather than take one of the armchairs.  In fact, she sat rather close to me. I could not help but notice that her wrap-around skirt had divided and was exposing not only her legs but her inner thigh

Now, I’m not a pushy man but I am pretty astute when it comes to women and … well, one doesn’t look a gift horse in the mouth.  I turned to face her and said it was a shame that our job had finished. She smiled sheepishly and then, closing her eyes, clumsily moved towards me and planted a kiss on my lips. She immediately backed off and apologised.

I said nothing, just gently took her chin in my hand, and kissed her gently but firmly. At the same time, I let my hand slide up her exposed thigh.  It must have been the way she was sitting, but the front of her thong was loose and my hand as soon on her already wet pussy. I could her a pleasant moan coming from her, so pushed her labia apart and caressed her clit.

She thrust her hips forward and I started to puh my fingers into her. She was panting with pleasure and I could feel myself getting hard. I suggested we moved to the bedroom.  It was then that things started to take a turn for the weird

We undressed hurriedly and she threw herself onto the bed, face up. She immediately gripped the bedposts at the top of the bed and opened her legs wide.

“Tie me up” she ordered. I was happy to oblige but had no idea with what I should bind her.

“There are ties in the wardrobe”. There were, indeed, a fine selection of silk ties in her fiance’s section of the wardrobe and I chose four. I then tied her wrists and ankles to each corner of the bed, and stood over her. Her nipples were incredibly erect and I’d have been more than happy just to stand there looking at her and pleasure myself. However, I climbed onto the bed and entered her, quite forcibly.

“Bite my nipples”  was her next demand and I dutifully obeyed.  We fucked hard, and were soon both sweating profusely. The slickness of our body moisture was turning us both on, and I moved one hand up to the throat and squeezed gently. She came almost immediately.

I was, at that stage, still enjoying myself too much to let myself go completely. I wanted to turn her over and pleasure her ass so I undid the ties. As I did so, she sat up. I told her to turn over, but instead she moved herself so that I was now sat on the edge of the bed and she was lying across me with her ass pushed up towards me

“Spank me! I’ve been a very bad girl”. I smacked her bottom but she urged me to do it harder and soon I was leaving red finger marks on her.   After five minutes of that, which she clearly loved, she got up. Grabbing the ties, she asked me to follow her as she walked naked back into the kitchen.

She took a chair from the table and bent right over the back of it. “Tie me to the chair”

I tied her ankles to the back legs and her wrists to the front legs. She told me to start caning her with a wooden spoon that was in a pot on the work surface.  The more I spanked her, the more excited she got, and the more excited I got.  I threw the spoon aside and, dropping to my knees, stuck my tongue into her tight little rosebud.  I then inserted a finger to widen in before then standing up and taking her full in the ass.

As I did so, she started saying “Fuck me, Daddy”, which freaked me out a little. It also turned me on even more.  I was thrusting so hard that the chair was in danger of tipping forward, so I let myself go and shot my load into her tight anus.

It all got a little bit embarrassing after that. We seemed to slip back into the lawyer / client relationship and she went very sheepish and asked whether I would tell anyone. I told her it was our little secret. I left very shortly after getting dressed.

I saw very little of Yvonne after that. I am aware that she left the practice for a bigger firm some months later. The last I saw her …. on TV, when she was stood behind a celebrity whom she had just represented in court. I wonder if he got those extra services?