Fic: Out of Control
Title: Out of Control
Fandom: Original
Rating: NC-17
I own my nameless characters, no need to disclaim them, they're totally mine
Summary: From the depths of the insanity that is my mind, comes this piece of lesbianism! ;)
I was certain that my brain had stopped functioning properly, as I shoved papers and various files off of my desk for the third time this week. The lines between right and wrong, had clearly been blurred. My office door was locked, no one would come in to bother us, the secretaries knew I was in a foul mood, had even taken to warning my students not to come in.
I threw the young woman against the desk again. She gasped, surprised by my actions again. I laid her down roughly, and pressed my knees against her hips. She didn’t squirm like the last time and I was disappointed, it was more fun when she squirmed. I tugged at her jeans again. She whimpered again. My thumb slid the button open again. She lifted her hips as I pulled her jeans down her legs again. And I couldn’t control myself as my eyes caught sight of her swollen pink lips again.
I was out of control, as my fingers plunged knuckle deep into her silky folds. I slipped my other hand under her shirt, caressing the soft skin of her belly. She sighed as my fingertips inched upwards, and grimaced as they crossed bruised skin. I pretended not to see the bruises, they were my fault. I’d practically thrown her out of my office Wednesday, her stomach had hit the corner of my desk. Monday had been worse. I’d been so ashamed of myself, and I’d shoved her off the desk when I was done, her knee was an angry shade of purple now, she’d landed hard on the floor, and I felt horrible. She didn’t deserve that.
She’d been so sweet to me. I could tell from the first day that she was attracted to me, that she liked me. Even though this was college there were still students that didn’t want to be there, she wasn’t one of them. She listened intently, I was certain that she could recite every word I’d ever uttered in her presences. Her eyes appreciated my figure, like it was a piece of treasured art rather than lusting after it like a piece of meat. I’d taken advantage, who wouldn’t?
I paid careful attention to her now though. Her eyes were squeezed shut as my fingers danced inside her, a hint of a smile on her lips.
“You’re beautiful,” I whispered the words softly into her ear, before pressing my lips to hers in a gentle kiss. Our lips were just now meeting for the first time, and I loved it and hated it at the same time. It shouldn’t have taken so long to kiss her. A moment later I pulled back gasping for breath, and I stared into a pair of confused pale blue eyes, that sparkled with a glimmer of hope. She pulled me back, and suddenly breathing didn’t seem all that important. Her fingers lightly caressed my scalp as they combed through my hair, and I sighed against her lips. For the first time in a long time, I felt loved. I had to pull back, to look into those beautiful eyes, that sparkled with unshed tears. I hoped that they were happy tears. With my thumb, I applied pressure to her clitoris, she gasped at the unexpected sensation. She was so close, a few more flicks of my thumb and she’d cum in my hand.
“Kiss me,” She whimpered, and I obeyed. I felt her tongue begging for entrance, and I was helpless, I had to give in. Our tongues met as my fingers curled within her and my thumb flicked her sensitive bud, and I swallowed a moan as she came in my hand. Her fingers had left my hair now, as both of her hands rested on my hips. Fingers again attempted to unbuttoned my slacks, and again I stopped her. We parted again, and I stared into her eyes again. The unshed tears were now shed, and fear had replaced that glimmer of hope. I smiled, before pressing my lips to her forehead.
“Dinner?” The simple word puzzled her. She eyed me with curious confusion that I found to be absolutely adorable. “I want to take you to dinner.” The confusion was quickly replaced with disbelief. She didn’t trust me. “Give me another chance?” She bit her lip. Her eyes found mine again as she considered, and the fear within broke my heart. I hadn’t meant for this to happen. She shook her head. I wanted to beg her to reconsider, but I couldn’t.
Slowly I climbed off of her, straightening my clothes as I did so. She got up off the desk and straightened hers as well. She stood slowly before bending over and picking up a pen, and a notecard with pen scribbled on it. She scribbled something on the card, numbers. I gasped.
“I’m busy tonight,” She said. “If you’re serious about dinner, give me a call tomorrow.”
“What if I’m busy tomorrow night?”
“If you want me, you won’t be.” She handed me the card, winked, and unlocked and opened the door, before stepping into the corridor with a self satisfied grin, and closing the door. It was hard to believe that a woman who had been terrified moments before, had managed to exit with such cockiness. She had left me hot, and breathless, and suddenly the mess that was my life didn’t seem so bad. The only mess I was worried about was the one in my office.
As I bent over to pick up my things, only one thing was on my mind, Saturday night. I was going to make sure that I wasn’t busy. The week had started off in the worst way, and now I found myself smiling as I straightened piles of ungraded essays. It seemed strange. The progression of events between myself and the younger woman this week had been so bizarre.
Monday she’d come to my office to discuss essay topics, and I’d been so caught up in that appreciative look in her eyes that she didn’t seem to be aware of. It’d finally gotten to me, and I’d swept everything aside on my desk with a single motion. I’d situated her on the center of my desk, and removed her jeans and panties, and devoured her, without a second thought. Embarrassed by my rash behavior, I’d pushed her off the desk, she’d landed hard on one knee. Her eyes were watering as she stumbled out.
Wednesday, she’d come to confront me. She’d started to speak, stumbled over herself as if she was an actor with stage fright, forgetting the lines she’d rehearsed. I pushed her up against the desk roughly. Her stomach was pressed against the corner as I slipped my fingers into her roughly from behind. Her breathing was labored, and her protests were long forgotten as the tips of my fingers brushed against her sweet spot. She cried out as the pleasant sensations washed over her, and then she turned to me slowly, uncertain. Again shame overcame me, and I slammed her back into the desk, before insisting that she straighten herself out and get the hell out of my office. Again tears filled her eyes from the pain I had inflicted.
Today, I’d seen everything that I’d failed to acknowledge earlier in the week. I’d seen the pain and fear in her eyes, the bruises I’d caused. I was embarrassed and ashamed, but for different reasons. I longed to make it up to her. I picked up my phone, made a few calls to ensure my freedom for Saturday, and once I was sure everything was settled, I picked up the notecard intending to call her. I dialed the number she’d scrawled on the card, and she picked up after three rings.
“What do you like to eat?” I questioned before she could speak.
“I thought you were busy tomorrow night?”
“For anyone but you, I would be.”
“You know I haven’t even left the building yet. Are you still cleaning up the mess in you office?”
“You’re not really busy tonight are you?” She laughed.
“I was trying to play hard to get, but you’ve already managed to get into my pants, and I really want to see you, so I don’t think it’s going to work.” It was my turn to laugh now.
“I didn’t think you were easy.”
“No of course you didn’t,” She chuckled with a hint of sarcasm.
“What did you want to do for dinner?” I questioned, attempting to change the subject to a safer topic. When she responded, I realized my efforts had failed.
“You.” My cheeks burned from the simple word, not in embarrassment, but from arousal. “You’re blushing.” Before I could ask how she knew that, she continued. “Your breathing is labored, I imagine that wasn’t the response you were expecting when you asked about dinner.” She was right, it wasn’t. “Though I can think of a few other things that would surely have a similar effect.” I swallowed nervously.
“Do I want to know what you’re thinking?” She answered with her own question.
“How much have you put back on your desk?”
“It looks like it did when you first came in,” I answered obediently. It was clear that I wanted to know what was on her mind, even if I hadn’t outright said it.
“You’re sitting at your desk,” She began, and subconsciously I sat down behind it. “Your legs are open at a 90 degree angle, your skirt is bunched up around your hips.” I thought I knew where she was going with this now, and I grinned to myself, before doing exactly what she said. “Your panties are shoved up against your left thigh, a white contrast to the black skirt, and you have a single finger gently massaging your clitoris. Your left breast is free of the confining cup of your bra, and with your left hand you begin massaging your breast, tentatively at first, then with a confident touch of an expert as you continue. Your forefinger and thumb encompass a pebbled rosy nipple, but something is missing.” Just then the office door opened, and she stepped inside, closing and locking the door behind her.
She ended the call, and as she stepped closer to me I dropped my phone, and it bounced off of the carpet before landing a couple feet away with a gentle thud. She stepped right next to me, and winced as she got down on her knees. I was seated just as she’d imagined. My legs were spread, skirt bunched at my hips, and panties against my left thigh, with only a single digit stimulating my clitoris. My left hand kneaded my left breast gently while I rolled a perky nipple between my thumb and index finger. She buried her face between my legs, her tongue flicked my clit with expert precision and I squirmed in my seat. Her tongue teased my entrance just enough to frustrate me. She traced invisible patterns along my lower lips, each flick of her tongue deliberate. I had no control as she took my wrist and guided the lone finger into my entrance.
Her motions all seemed so carefully considered, as if she’d wanted to do this for so long. She’d thought about having me in this exact position, and now I was situated exactly as she wanted. She seemed almost startled that she had gotten her way, but confident at the same time. I hadn’t allowed her to touch me before now, even when it was clear that she so desperately desired to, I hadn’t allowed it, but now was different.
It had been so long since I’d received such stimulation, and I was unable to think beyond instant gratification. Her tongue continued to tease, her lips suckled puckered pink flesh, and she guided my finger in and out with her fingers clasped around my wrist. I showed no restraint as her assault on my loins continued, my hips thrust forward, seeking more attention from her lips and tongue, and my walls began to clench around my finger, as I neared climax.
Sensing that I was close, she tugged my hand away from my center, and placed my finger between her lips, and I whimpered as I watched her suckle at the digit. She carefully licked it clean, savoring my flavor. I couldn’t suppress a groan as I watched her lick her lips seductively, capturing any lingering fluids. I’d been so caught up in her little show, that two of her slender fingers took me by surprise, as they began confidently exploring my core. My breathing was shallow, and my head lolled off to the side, as she continued stroking my sensitive center, and my walls clenched around her as I drew closer to orgasm.
“You’re so tight.” The words were murmured hotly against my thigh. She nipped and kissed at the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh as her fingers continued their gentle explorations. Her thumb flicked over my clitoris teasingly, almost as an afterthought. Soon she moved to whisper three hot words into my ear, “Come for me.” I couldn’t resist, and with another nonchalant flick of her thumb and thrust of her fingers, I came. All I could hear was the blood rushing through my ears, as my breathing slowly became calm and even once again. It had been so long since I’d been pleasured at the hand of another, and I found that I wanted more.
“Dinner?” I tried, yet again. She looked at me with a devilish grin.
“I was hoping we could skip right to dessert.” My lower regions approved of her thinking, however my stomach was less than cooperative. It let out a grumble of disagreement, and she just giggled. “Or we could do dinner first.”
“I promise, after dinner, we’ll have dessert.”
“I’m going to hold you to that,” She winked. We straightened ourselves out before leaving for dinner, and the all too important dessert, that would inevitably follow.
Fandom: Original
Rating: NC-17
I own my nameless characters, no need to disclaim them, they're totally mine
Summary: From the depths of the insanity that is my mind, comes this piece of lesbianism! ;)
I was certain that my brain had stopped functioning properly, as I shoved papers and various files off of my desk for the third time this week. The lines between right and wrong, had clearly been blurred. My office door was locked, no one would come in to bother us, the secretaries knew I was in a foul mood, had even taken to warning my students not to come in.
I threw the young woman against the desk again. She gasped, surprised by my actions again. I laid her down roughly, and pressed my knees against her hips. She didn’t squirm like the last time and I was disappointed, it was more fun when she squirmed. I tugged at her jeans again. She whimpered again. My thumb slid the button open again. She lifted her hips as I pulled her jeans down her legs again. And I couldn’t control myself as my eyes caught sight of her swollen pink lips again.
I was out of control, as my fingers plunged knuckle deep into her silky folds. I slipped my other hand under her shirt, caressing the soft skin of her belly. She sighed as my fingertips inched upwards, and grimaced as they crossed bruised skin. I pretended not to see the bruises, they were my fault. I’d practically thrown her out of my office Wednesday, her stomach had hit the corner of my desk. Monday had been worse. I’d been so ashamed of myself, and I’d shoved her off the desk when I was done, her knee was an angry shade of purple now, she’d landed hard on the floor, and I felt horrible. She didn’t deserve that.
She’d been so sweet to me. I could tell from the first day that she was attracted to me, that she liked me. Even though this was college there were still students that didn’t want to be there, she wasn’t one of them. She listened intently, I was certain that she could recite every word I’d ever uttered in her presences. Her eyes appreciated my figure, like it was a piece of treasured art rather than lusting after it like a piece of meat. I’d taken advantage, who wouldn’t?
I paid careful attention to her now though. Her eyes were squeezed shut as my fingers danced inside her, a hint of a smile on her lips.
“You’re beautiful,” I whispered the words softly into her ear, before pressing my lips to hers in a gentle kiss. Our lips were just now meeting for the first time, and I loved it and hated it at the same time. It shouldn’t have taken so long to kiss her. A moment later I pulled back gasping for breath, and I stared into a pair of confused pale blue eyes, that sparkled with a glimmer of hope. She pulled me back, and suddenly breathing didn’t seem all that important. Her fingers lightly caressed my scalp as they combed through my hair, and I sighed against her lips. For the first time in a long time, I felt loved. I had to pull back, to look into those beautiful eyes, that sparkled with unshed tears. I hoped that they were happy tears. With my thumb, I applied pressure to her clitoris, she gasped at the unexpected sensation. She was so close, a few more flicks of my thumb and she’d cum in my hand.
“Kiss me,” She whimpered, and I obeyed. I felt her tongue begging for entrance, and I was helpless, I had to give in. Our tongues met as my fingers curled within her and my thumb flicked her sensitive bud, and I swallowed a moan as she came in my hand. Her fingers had left my hair now, as both of her hands rested on my hips. Fingers again attempted to unbuttoned my slacks, and again I stopped her. We parted again, and I stared into her eyes again. The unshed tears were now shed, and fear had replaced that glimmer of hope. I smiled, before pressing my lips to her forehead.
“Dinner?” The simple word puzzled her. She eyed me with curious confusion that I found to be absolutely adorable. “I want to take you to dinner.” The confusion was quickly replaced with disbelief. She didn’t trust me. “Give me another chance?” She bit her lip. Her eyes found mine again as she considered, and the fear within broke my heart. I hadn’t meant for this to happen. She shook her head. I wanted to beg her to reconsider, but I couldn’t.
Slowly I climbed off of her, straightening my clothes as I did so. She got up off the desk and straightened hers as well. She stood slowly before bending over and picking up a pen, and a notecard with pen scribbled on it. She scribbled something on the card, numbers. I gasped.
“I’m busy tonight,” She said. “If you’re serious about dinner, give me a call tomorrow.”
“What if I’m busy tomorrow night?”
“If you want me, you won’t be.” She handed me the card, winked, and unlocked and opened the door, before stepping into the corridor with a self satisfied grin, and closing the door. It was hard to believe that a woman who had been terrified moments before, had managed to exit with such cockiness. She had left me hot, and breathless, and suddenly the mess that was my life didn’t seem so bad. The only mess I was worried about was the one in my office.
As I bent over to pick up my things, only one thing was on my mind, Saturday night. I was going to make sure that I wasn’t busy. The week had started off in the worst way, and now I found myself smiling as I straightened piles of ungraded essays. It seemed strange. The progression of events between myself and the younger woman this week had been so bizarre.
Monday she’d come to my office to discuss essay topics, and I’d been so caught up in that appreciative look in her eyes that she didn’t seem to be aware of. It’d finally gotten to me, and I’d swept everything aside on my desk with a single motion. I’d situated her on the center of my desk, and removed her jeans and panties, and devoured her, without a second thought. Embarrassed by my rash behavior, I’d pushed her off the desk, she’d landed hard on one knee. Her eyes were watering as she stumbled out.
Wednesday, she’d come to confront me. She’d started to speak, stumbled over herself as if she was an actor with stage fright, forgetting the lines she’d rehearsed. I pushed her up against the desk roughly. Her stomach was pressed against the corner as I slipped my fingers into her roughly from behind. Her breathing was labored, and her protests were long forgotten as the tips of my fingers brushed against her sweet spot. She cried out as the pleasant sensations washed over her, and then she turned to me slowly, uncertain. Again shame overcame me, and I slammed her back into the desk, before insisting that she straighten herself out and get the hell out of my office. Again tears filled her eyes from the pain I had inflicted.
Today, I’d seen everything that I’d failed to acknowledge earlier in the week. I’d seen the pain and fear in her eyes, the bruises I’d caused. I was embarrassed and ashamed, but for different reasons. I longed to make it up to her. I picked up my phone, made a few calls to ensure my freedom for Saturday, and once I was sure everything was settled, I picked up the notecard intending to call her. I dialed the number she’d scrawled on the card, and she picked up after three rings.
“What do you like to eat?” I questioned before she could speak.
“I thought you were busy tomorrow night?”
“For anyone but you, I would be.”
“You know I haven’t even left the building yet. Are you still cleaning up the mess in you office?”
“You’re not really busy tonight are you?” She laughed.
“I was trying to play hard to get, but you’ve already managed to get into my pants, and I really want to see you, so I don’t think it’s going to work.” It was my turn to laugh now.
“I didn’t think you were easy.”
“No of course you didn’t,” She chuckled with a hint of sarcasm.
“What did you want to do for dinner?” I questioned, attempting to change the subject to a safer topic. When she responded, I realized my efforts had failed.
“You.” My cheeks burned from the simple word, not in embarrassment, but from arousal. “You’re blushing.” Before I could ask how she knew that, she continued. “Your breathing is labored, I imagine that wasn’t the response you were expecting when you asked about dinner.” She was right, it wasn’t. “Though I can think of a few other things that would surely have a similar effect.” I swallowed nervously.
“Do I want to know what you’re thinking?” She answered with her own question.
“How much have you put back on your desk?”
“It looks like it did when you first came in,” I answered obediently. It was clear that I wanted to know what was on her mind, even if I hadn’t outright said it.
“You’re sitting at your desk,” She began, and subconsciously I sat down behind it. “Your legs are open at a 90 degree angle, your skirt is bunched up around your hips.” I thought I knew where she was going with this now, and I grinned to myself, before doing exactly what she said. “Your panties are shoved up against your left thigh, a white contrast to the black skirt, and you have a single finger gently massaging your clitoris. Your left breast is free of the confining cup of your bra, and with your left hand you begin massaging your breast, tentatively at first, then with a confident touch of an expert as you continue. Your forefinger and thumb encompass a pebbled rosy nipple, but something is missing.” Just then the office door opened, and she stepped inside, closing and locking the door behind her.
She ended the call, and as she stepped closer to me I dropped my phone, and it bounced off of the carpet before landing a couple feet away with a gentle thud. She stepped right next to me, and winced as she got down on her knees. I was seated just as she’d imagined. My legs were spread, skirt bunched at my hips, and panties against my left thigh, with only a single digit stimulating my clitoris. My left hand kneaded my left breast gently while I rolled a perky nipple between my thumb and index finger. She buried her face between my legs, her tongue flicked my clit with expert precision and I squirmed in my seat. Her tongue teased my entrance just enough to frustrate me. She traced invisible patterns along my lower lips, each flick of her tongue deliberate. I had no control as she took my wrist and guided the lone finger into my entrance.
Her motions all seemed so carefully considered, as if she’d wanted to do this for so long. She’d thought about having me in this exact position, and now I was situated exactly as she wanted. She seemed almost startled that she had gotten her way, but confident at the same time. I hadn’t allowed her to touch me before now, even when it was clear that she so desperately desired to, I hadn’t allowed it, but now was different.
It had been so long since I’d received such stimulation, and I was unable to think beyond instant gratification. Her tongue continued to tease, her lips suckled puckered pink flesh, and she guided my finger in and out with her fingers clasped around my wrist. I showed no restraint as her assault on my loins continued, my hips thrust forward, seeking more attention from her lips and tongue, and my walls began to clench around my finger, as I neared climax.
Sensing that I was close, she tugged my hand away from my center, and placed my finger between her lips, and I whimpered as I watched her suckle at the digit. She carefully licked it clean, savoring my flavor. I couldn’t suppress a groan as I watched her lick her lips seductively, capturing any lingering fluids. I’d been so caught up in her little show, that two of her slender fingers took me by surprise, as they began confidently exploring my core. My breathing was shallow, and my head lolled off to the side, as she continued stroking my sensitive center, and my walls clenched around her as I drew closer to orgasm.
“You’re so tight.” The words were murmured hotly against my thigh. She nipped and kissed at the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh as her fingers continued their gentle explorations. Her thumb flicked over my clitoris teasingly, almost as an afterthought. Soon she moved to whisper three hot words into my ear, “Come for me.” I couldn’t resist, and with another nonchalant flick of her thumb and thrust of her fingers, I came. All I could hear was the blood rushing through my ears, as my breathing slowly became calm and even once again. It had been so long since I’d been pleasured at the hand of another, and I found that I wanted more.
“Dinner?” I tried, yet again. She looked at me with a devilish grin.
“I was hoping we could skip right to dessert.” My lower regions approved of her thinking, however my stomach was less than cooperative. It let out a grumble of disagreement, and she just giggled. “Or we could do dinner first.”
“I promise, after dinner, we’ll have dessert.”
“I’m going to hold you to that,” She winked. We straightened ourselves out before leaving for dinner, and the all too important dessert, that would inevitably follow.