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It was much later than a normal call into the Oval Office would be, honestly you were lucky you were still in your office rather than having left already. Nonetheless, you couldn’t say no to the President, so you made your way through the halls, unsurprised to find the desk outside the oval already empty. You knocked on the door briefly, giving Elizabeth time to grant you access before you stepped inside, letting the door swing shut behind you.
“Lock it.” She instructed, her eyes not moving from the paperwork in front of her. You did as she asked then moved through the room, approaching her desk.
“You wanted to see me M’am?”
“I did.” She murmured, gaze still focussed on her work. “Now strip.”
“Wha”-
This time her pen stalled in its movement and she glanced up at you over the rim of her glasses.
“You heard me.” Her eyes flicked down your body and dragged back up, “and don’t be a fucking tease about it either.”
“Yes M’am.”
She raised a brow in your direction, waiting for your hands to begin to untuck your blouse before her eyes returned back to her paperwork. Following her instructions you pulled off the top, half folding it and placing it in one of the chairs in front of her desk. Your skirt followed suit, sliding off over your legs, you nearly jumped when Elizabeth spoke again.
“You can leave the heels on.”
You simply nodded, your voice lost in your throat at this point. Your hands moved behind your back, un clasping your bra and letting it fall down your arms with ease. It found a home on the chair, the pile of clothes slowly building. Your nipples hardened in the cool air of the oval, goosebumps breaking out across your skin both from the chill and the erotic ness of the situation. Elizabeth let out a huff of a sigh, flipping the page in front of her as she continued to read through it.
“I don’t like to be kept waiting…you know that little one.”
“I’m sorry M’am.” You managed to mumble, fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties, pulling them down your legs and tossing them into the pile of stripped clothes.
You did your best not to wrap your arms around yourself, knowing she would scold you for attempting to cover up. It was partially the fact that it was rather chilly in the office, it being a rather vast open space to be standing naked in. The other fact was that, despite having previous sessions in the oval, they were usually quickies, hands fumbling under clothes, bras being pulled down just enough to suck a nipple into your mouth. Now, Elizabeth had you completely exposed, and on top of that, wasn’t even paying any attention to you. Though, you knew better than to misbehave to the woman who had control over the entire United States.
“Take a seat.” With her pen she gestured towards the free chair placed in front of her desk. You did as she said, tucking your legs under the chair, keeping your ankles crossed as if you were still in your work clothes, attending the regular meetings you would in this office. A smirk took over her lips and she chuckled, “I already know you can sit pretty. But Daddy wants to see you play with that needy little pussy. Pull your legs up.”
Your eyes widened at the usage of her title, one that you’d just recently begun to explore within the more intimate aspects of your relationship. It was usually reserved for the bedroom, and was always reserved for whenever Elizabeth was feeling in a particular mood. She continued to keep her eyes trained on you until you obeyed her request, a small smile creeping across her lips as you did so, your legs spreading so she could properly see you.
“Good girl.” She praised, “I want you wet enough I can hear it all the way over here, understood?”
“Yes Daddy….”
“Well…get started then.” With a tilt of her head to you, she returned back to her work, though this time her eyes would flick up to you every so often to make sure you were still following directions.
Your heart was pounding in your chest already, being so ultimately exposed in a room that was certainly not designed for things like this. Not wanting to keep her waiting, or warrant any kind of punishments, you made sure your feel were planted firmly against the arms of the chair and your hands began to wander. They cupped at your chest, massaging the tender flesh, fingers and thumbs pinching at your nipples, pulling a breathy moan from your throat. You looked up just in the nick of time to catch Elizabeth eyeing you greedily, her tongue darting out just enough to wet her lips.
Leaving one hand continuing to massage and grope at your chest, you trailed the other one down your body. Teasingly slow it wound lower and lower until it was between your legs, sliding over your very bare cunt, cupping at yourself. You let your head fall back against the chair, your eyes fluttering shut as you started to toy with yourself, little happy sighs breathed out into the silence of the room. You gathered up your wetness, smearing it around your pussy lips, bringing it up to your clit, circling the pulsating nub a few times. You let out a quiet moan, increasing the pressure ever so lightly as you continued to rub at your clit.
The desire began flooding through your body, the awkwardness of earlier melting away as lust took control over all of your senses. Your fingers slid down, your palm pressing on your clit as they gathered more of your juices, pulling them back up as you rubbed at your clit with more eagerness this time. Your skin prickled with heat, no longer cold in the office air as your breathing picked up, your hands moving faster on your skin. You let out a little whine when Elizabeth’s voice broke into your fantasy,
“You may come as many times as you’d like. I want that chair ruined. Understood?”
“Ye— yes Daddy…” You had to admit it, you were a little embarrassed about how quickly you were reaching your first orgasm.
Though, that had been Elizabeth’s plan all along. She had been torturing you all week, barely touching you at all, much less sexually. On top of that she would continually send you over the top flirtatious texts, some of which were simply her eloquent way with words sending you into a turned on mess. Then there were the ones that were links to videos, pornographic photos captioned ‘I want to do this to you’ or ‘you’ve been such a good little girl for Daddy, maybe I’ll reward you like this this weekend. What do you think?’ You’d been so hopelessly turned on all week that you’d basically ruined the panties she’d made you take off less than five minutes ago.
You could feel her eyes burning into your skin, watching the way your hips were shaking already, the way your fingers were twitching against your clit, trying to keep up the speed and pressure to bring you over the edge without faltering. Your chest was heaving, tits swaying against the movement as your back arched in the chair. With a shaky moan, your body seized, pleasure shooting through you as your orgasm rocked over you. Elizabeth grinned in satisfaction at the sight of your juices dribbling out of your pussy, drenching between your legs and dampening the chair under you.
“Good girl.” She nodded, “again.”
Panting, you did your best to nod, letting her know that you were planning on following directions, you just needed a moment to at least try to catch your breath. As much as you enjoyed when she overstimulated you, not letting you recover before beginning again, you could never really bring yourself to that same point.
Elizabeth waited patiently, watching intently as her eyes dragged over your body. She always did adore when you were blissed out like this, skin heated and flushed, barely able to keep your eyes open or form a word aside from a moan. Tonight, knowing just how needy you were, it made her want to toss aside the rest of her paperwork and have her way with you immediately. Unfortunately, this was on a strict deadline, and until she was finished it, she wasn’t going to lay a finger on you. She hummed in satisfaction as your hand moved back to your dripping cunt, your previous orgasm leaving it slick enough she could hear that you were following directions, so her eyes turned back to the paperwork at hand.
This time you sunk your fingers into your pussy, letting out a low moan as you did so, slowly and gently fucking yourself on your hand, rocking your hips softly to meet your fingers. Your fingers slipped out, spreading your pussy lips wide and Elizabeth hummed in appreciation, you were absolutely glistening in the low light of the office and she wanted to absolutely devour you then and there.
You continued to fuck yourself, your fingers twisting and spreading inside your hot cunt, exploring every inch that you could. You could feel it fluttering already, still overly sensitive from your first orgasm, but you wanted more, needed more. As much as you loved these games, you needed Elizabeth, and you weren’t sure how much longer you were going to last without turning into a whiny, needy mess. Curling your fingers you let out a gasp, dragging them right over your g-spot.
“That’s it…” Elizabeth grinned, “make yourself come again. Daddy loves watching you do that.”
She chuckled darkly at the way your pussy clenched down around your fingers at the word daddy. She had to admit, she’d been a little surprised with just how much of an affect it had on you, how much it had on her.
“Oh god…” you moaned out through the room.
Your body was already shaking, your hips eagerly chasing your fingers with each thrust into your drenched cunt. The wet sounds coming out of it were nearly enough to make you embarrassed, how turned on and needy you were, but you knew just how much Elizabeth loved hearing them so you weren’t about to stop. The speed of your hand increased, sopping sounds bouncing off the walls of the Oval Office as you lost yourself in pleasure. “Fuck!” You swore much louder than you’d intended, but your orgasm shot through you before you’d really been ready, pussy clamping down around your fingers, juices practically shooting out of you. Your entire body trembled, little whines escaped your lips as your hand softly kept moving, fucking you through your peak. Your body nearly ached, being in such a compromising position on the chair. Part of you wished Elizabeth had let you lie on one of the couches, but then your cunt wouldn’t be on prime display for her, and that was what she really wanted. You fought the urge to close your legs, to give yourself some relief, knowing that she’d likely punish you if you did so, and as much as you did adore her punishments, right now, you weren’t exactly begging for one.
“Once more please.” She stated from behind the desk, not even bothering to look up at you while your eyes were open. She’d gotten plenty her share while you were busy squirting all over yourself and the chair.
“Daddy—”
“I said, once more.” Her voice hardened and you let out a small whine, “I still have three more pages to get through before you’re even close to done. And use both hands this time, I want a really good one from you.”
You let out a frustrated whine, your body still trembling, pussy fluttering around nothing as it begged to be truly filled. Elizabeth tsk’d her tongue and you sighed lightly, your hands moving back down your body as she wanted. You let your sticky fingers slip back inside your cunt, lazily fucking yourself this time, letting the feeling build up from deep inside you.
“Oh fuck…fuck…”
Your eyes screwed shut and your head toppled back onto the chair, your body nearly sliding forward more, giving Elizabeth even more of a view of your soaking cunt. Your one hand busied itself inside your pussy, twisting and curling, dragging over the swollen pulsing spot within your walls while the other pinched at your nipple before sinking lower. Working in tandem, you began to rub at your clit again, it was swollen and both aching to be touched and to be left alone at this point. You were so overly sensitive, you could feel your cunt clamping down around your fingers the moment you began to touch your clit. Nothing but whines were coming out of your lips, getting louder with each second your hands continued their torture, the Oval Office was full of sounds of sin, your drenched pussy sucking in each thrust of your fingers as your juices continued to leak over your skin, dampening the chair even more with each time you pulled your fingers out.
“Faster.” Elizabeth suddenly demanding, knowing just how close to your peak you were.
You complied, feeling her gaze on you now, wondering if she was finally done what she needed to be or if she was just too distracted to continue. With both of your hands working to bring you to your peak of pleasure you were incredibly lost in it, moans and whines getting louder and louder as your body began to shake. One of your heels came loose from the chair, your leg dangling as your only thought was how good you were about to feel. With a cry, your body trembled and then froze, another gush shooting out of your pussy, nearly forcing your fingers from within it. You let out a near sob as you hands finally were able to leave your cunt, doing your best not to close your legs so Elizabeth could see how slick it was between them. You heard the distinct sound of her binder closing, the latch being shut and it being slid off to the side of her desk and your eyes cracked open.
“That’s my good girl.” She grinned at you, now leant back in her chair, her hand on her thigh, thumb rubbing at it absentmindedly. As you caught your breath once again, she kept her eyes on you, a small nod letting you know it was alright to relax, that you didn’t have to keep your legs open and on display for her. She saw the way your eyes darted over to the chair that held your neat little pile of clothes and let out a chuckle. “Come here.”
You nearly raised a brow at her command, but got up on shaky legs, stepping out of your heels as you moved toward her. Elizabeth’s hand came up to cup at your cheek, caressing at your skin gently as she smiled up at you. Her thumb trailed over your lips and you laid a soft kiss on it that she hummed at, her free hand reached out, picking up a glass of water from her desk that you very gladly accepted.
“Thank you Daddy.” You smiled softly, and it was only when she chuckled, her eyes going dark yet again that you realized you weren’t done. This wasn’t a night you were going to get redressed and meet her in the residence for some cuddles right away, she had many more plans for you.
“You’re welcome. Now how about you bend over the desk? Hmm?” She raised a brow and your breath caught in your throat. You nodded eagerly, moving so you were directly in front of her chair, bending yourself over the polished wood, leaving your ass and soaked cunt right on display for her once again.
You felt your body break out in goosebumps as your chest hit the cool wood, your nipples peaking against it as you settled. Behind you, you heard the creak of her chair as Elizabeth stood, and you wondered what was in store for you until you heard the clink of her pants coming undone, a small chuckle as she pulled the strap out of her pants. You let out a whine as she dragged her cock through your folds, teasing you with what you desired the most.
“ it was the first time of the night that you actually begged, the tone in your voice shifting from the earlier pleads. Right now, you needed her to fuck you.
“You want me to fill that pretty pussy? Hmm?” She teased, barely pushing the tip in, “stuff you so good the needy little slut will finally be satisfied?”
“Yes! Please!” You gasped out when she pulled out of you already, a sob breaking free of your lips. Instead of rewarding you, her hand came down on your ass, speaking you hard. The sting sunk into the skin of your ass and you knew you’d be feeling it tomorrow, and that was before she laid a second one in the exact same spot. Your eyes clenched shut, a whimper leaving your lips as your hips rocked back toward her.
“Well…you were a good little girl for me tonight. I suppose I should give you what you want.”
Without even waiting for a response, Elizabeth thrust into you, her cock filling you to the brim. You let out a satisfied groan, your eyes practically rolling back into your head as she fucked you mercilessly. Your hips crashed into her desk with each thrust, but any amount of pain was erased from your brain at the feeling of her cock dragging over your walls, filling you completely, giving you the perfect satisfaction you’d been craving all week.
“Good girl..” her hand came to rest upon your lower back while the other one clutched at your hip tightly, “you know how much daddy loves this needy fucking cunt right?”
“Mmhmm….”
You knew you were passed being able to think of words at this point, so you were incredibly happy when she was satisfied with your moans and whines. With every thrust her cock hit every spot you needed, your body trembling against the desk, simply begging for more, begging to come again, to come over her cock like the good little girl you tried so hard to be. The added affect that you were completely naked, vulnerable to the world while she was completely dressed, everything covered but the toy set in her strap, made it so much hotter.
“Louder.” She growled, thrusting deeper into you, “these walls may be soundproof, but I want everyone to know who you fucking belong to.”
With a heavy thrust she nearly stilled against you, circling her hips and you cried out. Every movement from that point on gained a moan from you, ones that got louder and louder as you got closer to your peak. Elizabeth spanked at the curve of your ass again, chuckling at the tear that leaked its way out of your eye.
“Such a good little fucking slut.” She praised as she continued to absolutely fucking destroy you, “come for me little one. I want you creaming all over Daddy’s cock.”
Her free hand moved from your lower back, searching out your clit, rubbing it furiously as your body began to shake between her and the desk. Any noise coming out of your lips becoming louder and louder until you were practically screaming when your orgasm absolutely shook through you. Your hands clawed at the pristine wood of the desk, sobs breaking free of your lips as your pussy clamped down around her cock, juices leaking past it. You were thankful when her hand left your clit, her thrusts slowing as she continued to fuck you through your orgasm. Panting, exhausted, you wished she would just let you curl up in her lap, but you had a feeling there was still more coming.
Elizabeth pulled out of you, resulting in a high pitched whine from you at the sudden emptiness. Though it turned into a gasp when her hand tangled into your hair, pulling you up to standing, only having a second to meet her eyes before she shoved you down onto your knees.
“You’ve been so good..” she smirked, “how about you clean off Daddy’s cock? That greedy little pussy of yours made such the mess.”
You barely had time to nod and open her mouth before she was guiding the strap between your lips. You let out a low groan, wrapping your lips around the toy as you began to bob up and down it, your tongue swirling around its girth, doing your best to suck all of your juices from it. Elizabeth’s hand stayed wound in your hair, guiding you as she fucked your face. You gasped as the toy slipped from between your lips, a string of saliva connecting the two that she chuckled at,
“Oh you’re not done yet little one. Trust me…”
You were perplexed, but nearly launched back onto her cock, wondering what on earth she meant, if she was going to fuck you once more, you weren’t sure if you could handle that at this point. Her cock continued to meet the back of your throat as you gagged over it, your eyes watering at the sensation. Your hands suddenly reached up, balancing your weight on her thighs as you got more enthusiastic with your movements. It was then that she let out a low groan at the sight, her hand moving to the base of the toy and squeezing heavily.
You let out a moan at the feeling of the lube, her cum, hitting the back of your throat. Your eyes fluttered shut, pleased that she was letting you experience this finally, sucking her completely dry. You weren’t surprised when her hand clasped around your cheek, thumb pulling your lips apart to see the result. You parted your lips, your tongue sticking out as you showed off the view to her, your eyes glinting in the low light.
“That’s my good little whore.” She smirked, her fingers tapping your mouth shut, “you may swallow.” You did as she asked, wiping the streaks from your chin into your mouth as you did so. She settled back into her chair, tucking the strap back into her pants while you remained on your knees awaiting her next command. “You did well little one, get up here.”
You eagerly climbed into her lap, doing your best to adjust yourself that you wouldn’t be leaking cum all over her pristine suit. You let out a soft sigh as her arms wound around you, her lips leaving gentle kisses on your bare skin and head while her hands traced feather light patterns across your skin.
“You alright?” She asked, her voice a million times softer than it had been the entire evening and you nodded, letting out a small yawn into her shoulder and she laughed, “alright. How about we get you redressed and back to the residence then? I believe you’re owned some dinner and maybe a nice bath?”
“That would be amazing.” You smiled, twisting your head up to catch her gaze, giggling when she was smiling back at you, leaning in to steal a very deserved kiss.