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“On the desk, let’s go.”
Selina impatiently tapped the resolute desk, urging Amy to bend over it. Amy quickly made her way around the large desk and assumed her position. The president scooted her chair back to enjoy the view of Amy’s full ass in her skirt. She never got tired of this. She reached out and pulled the tight garment down her legs along with her panties, leaving them to pool around her ankles. With one hand, she rubbed Amy’s bare ass and gave each cheek a quick swat for fun. Amy squirmed at the unexpected spanks, but didn’t complain. If anything, it eased her into the moment.
While her maintenance spankings were once a month, her wetness checks were five days a week. These happened in the comfort of the oval office, but had to be quick compared to when Selina was vice president. However, Amy was grateful for any time spent with her boss these days. If she couldn’t spend a whole day playing in Selina’s sheets, at least she could look forward to her inspections.
This time around, Selina started their morning off by sending Amy countless pictures of the lingerie she wore underneath all her presidential wear. Those images were all the poor blonde could think about as she made her way to work. She hoped her boss didn’t notice the large wet spot seeping through her panties before she took them off.
“Oh, Ame,” Selina started. “I’m really excited this time around.”
“Yeah? Why’s that?”
“Because I know you’re worked up from those pictures. Those always work on you.”
Amy rested her cheek on the cold desk, hoping it would calm the blush on her face. She sighed with relief as Selina continued to rub her ass, then quietly gasped when her fingers trailed down to the sides of her pussy with applied pressure. Selina parted her folds and was immediately met with the blonde’s arousal. She was right. She always was.
“Your pussy never lies to me.” The president said, then used her free hand to collect the arousal that seeped out. She dragged the wetness down until she reached Amy’s clit and softly circled the bud.
The blonde leaned into the touch, then moaned when Selina quickly pulled her hand away.
“Still so responsive… that’s good.”
“Ma’am!” Amy whined.
“Shh,” Selina said as she gently prodded at the younger woman’s entrance, then slid her index finger past it. “Just take it.”
The president lazily fucked her singular finger into Amy, then slightly curled it to make her whimper. Seeing how little it took to please her made the warmth in her gut burn, so she aimed to drag it out until she was satisfied. She experimentally twisted and crooked her finger into different spots until Amy gripped the side of the desk in desperation.
“It’s good to know you’re dripping over one finger,” Selina said, mostly for herself. “I wonder if you’re ready for two?”
Like a needy dog, Amy’s ears perked up at the idea of Selina adding another finger. She looked behind her and was met with her boss’ sick grin on her face. When Selina looked up and met her gaze, she stopped her actions.
“Face forward,” the president commanded. “Maybe I need to keep fucking you with one so you can remember how to behave.”
“No,” Amy quickly protested. “Please, ma’am, I’m ready for another.”
Selina pretended to contemplate, then pulled out. She sucked the arousal off her index finger before sliding it past Amy’s entrance again. Once most of that digit was in, she slid her middle finger next to it and curled her fingers towards her to graze her front wall. Amy shuddered at the sensation, taking her boss’ fingers like a good girl.
“Is this all for me, Ame?”
“Of course, ma’am.” Amy exhaled, shutting her eyes to focus on the pleasure.
Selina hummed in satisfaction, but figured she could push her girl around a little more. More than anything, she loved making Amy work for it.
“Hmm… if that’s the case, I do think you could be a little wetter.”
Amy’s knees weakened at Selina’s comment. She had to be fucking with her. Getting fucked with her boss’ fingers had her soaked. Hell, Selina’s pictures on her dumb phone were enough to make a mess in her panties! She was wetter than ever and she knew Selina could feel it. Without a warning, Selina slid a third finger into her pussy. Amy gripped the front edge of the desk now, a shrill moan escaping her lips from the stretch. Selina curled all three fingers this time, relishing in the way Amy attempted to fuck her fingers back. She was practically gushing around her now.
“That’s more like it,” Selina appraised, moaning at the tightness around her digits. “I need you ready to be filled like this whenever I want. Maybe I’ll even use the Cartier dildo on you later if you can keep this up.”
The president pushed her fingers to the hilt, making Amy shake. The blonde was so far gone that the mere thought of Selina using the strap on her again made her clench.
“I’m always ready for you, ma’am.” Amy pathetically panted.
Selina continued thrusting her fingers, feeling how close the younger woman was getting to reaching climax.
“If you aren’t this wet by the end of the day still, you’re not getting fucked at the residence tonight,” Selina said firmly, leaving no room for discussion. “Is that clear?”
“Y-yes, ma’am.” Amy cried out, quickly nodding as she felt her orgasm approaching.
Once Amy replied, Selina pulled out to effectively edge the poor girl. She left Amy on the desk quivering, breathless, and most important of all, orgasmless. Amy would inevitably be a horny mess all day. Selina slid her skirt and uncomfortably wet panties back up her legs, then patted her asscheek to signal her to get up.
“Now go, I have a meeting in five.”