Late Submission

Move, move, move damn it!

In my whole seven months studying at Harvard Law, there has never been this many people piled outside the front doors. But, when Sofia has her first late morning, that's when the entire student body decides to do a charity walk starting from her building.

Sure, it's her fault that she slept in, and it is definitely her fault that she had eleven shots of room temperature tequila because her dorm decided to be fun for once and throw a party, but this is ridiculous. Even now her knees sting from taking a nasty tumble she took the moment she left the dorm. Squeezing between the swarm of buzzing students, she finally stumbles her way into the building.

As she runs up the stairs, slipping on the second floor as she rounds the corridor. If she misses this deadline, that's an instant fail. Bad. Very bad. This paper is 40% of her overall grade. For the average student who is promised a position in their Daddy's company, fucking up one test won't impact their life at all. Near perfect isn't good enough. Sofia got here on brutal determination and constant studying that shot her social life, she needs this. What most students have in connections, she has to make up for in being top of her classes.

3:47 pm. She's late. Beyond late. Sofia curses and shoves her phone in her pocket, rushing to the classroom. It creaks as she pokes her head in, breath held. She doesn't want to go inside panting and sweating.

No one is inside.

A squeak of metal rubbing metal eerily fills the silence. Sitting at the room's end is Professor Langley, sifting through the papers. With a brow furrowed and nibbling a pen, she doesn't even notice Sofia sheepishly walking between the chairs. It is nice to not be immediately scrutinized the minute she walks in like every other day. Langley openly despises her. It led Sofia to be a groveling know it all for the first few weeks of term, but no matter how good her work is, or how many under pressure interrogations she gets right, Langley is never satisfied.

What sucks more is that Sofia has an ungodly crush on her Professor. Langley is everything she should hate. Arrogant, cold and a borderline bully. Yet when she's in bed late at night, squirming as she slips her fingers under the waistband of her pjs, all she can think about is the woman's rounded breasts, the tattoo subtly covered with makeup on her wrist, the roundness of her hips and broadness of her shoulders. Not to forget those eyes...

Enough. Sofia takes a steadying breath, moving closer. Her paper is clutched tightly in her fingers, the corners crumpled from the death grip she has on it. Professor Langley hasn't looked up yet, her long fingers tapping against the desk as she skims the page in front of her. A daunting sound as she moves to stand in front of the oak desk.

Sofia clears her throat. "Professor?"

Langley pauses. Her whole demeanour, despite how impossible it seems, gets cold. Hazel eyes glare through thick lashes at Sofia, sharp, assessing. The pen between her fingers stills. "Miss Torres." The words are not pleased, but there's something else in her tone. There always was. An underlying buzzing like raising hair before thunder strikes the ground.

Sofia shifts on her feet. Despite the tremble in her voice, she stands tall when she says, "I know I'm late. There was this charity walk, and I--"

Langley silences her with a glare, "You know the rules, Miss Torres. Your tardiness is not my problem."

Sofia does know the rules. She obsessively reads them, as though it can prevent accidental bad luck like today. No late papers. No exceptions. But she still holds the paper out, hoping that cold hearted Langley can find some sympathy. She can't afford to fail. Not when she's worked so damn hard to be here. She croaks out a desperate, "Please."

Professor Langley doesn't take it. Instead, she leans back in her chair, crossing one leg over the other, the slow movement drawing Sofia's eyes down to the bare milky skin of her calves. Athletic. She's seen Langley's volleyball pictures on her desk before, but knowing that beneath those clothes could be delicate curves with sharp muscles makes her throat dry. The thought startles her. With a growing heat in her cheeks, she forces her gaze to Langley's. Why did she have to find Langley attractive?

A pause. The wind whistles outside, the droplets of rain turning into a downpour as Langley assesses Sofia. Her dark eyes hold the same scrutiny they have when grading papers. A sharp yet thoughtful look that somehow only made the pit of Sofia's abdomen thick with heat.

Feeling flustered, she stammers, "I--I just need you to take the paper."

Then she sees it. A subtle change. Sofia can feel it in the air between them. There's something unspoken there. Electric. Langley's soft pink tongue flicks across her bottom lip, her gaze never leaving Sofia. They trail down her body, smirking at the mud stains on her knees.

"Do you expect exceptions, Miss Torres?"

"No, but I worked so hard on this and it's good, really good, and I think if you read it--"

"Why should I?" Langley says, her voice bordering on teasing, "I don't owe you anything." A subtle smile curls her lip as she brushes her finger on the edge of Sofia's papers. "But, well, if you earned it, who am I to say no, hm?"

Sofia's mind blanks. A ringing fills her ears as she bashfully bobs her mouth like a fish out of water. Part of her wants to hold her dignity, and to tell Langley that she should earn her grade because the work is good, and not because of... whatever this is. But her body betrays her, locked in place as Langley's gaze flickers over her, slow and deliberate, like a predator locking on its prey. Is she prey even if she has wanted for months to be hunted and eaten alive by Langley?

It's wrong. It's exploitative. It's an abuse of power.

It's so damn hot.

Sofia forces herself to stand straighter. "I don't expect special treatment."

"No?" Langley muses, eyes dark with something Sofia can't quite name. "Then why are you still standing here?"

The words make Sofia's stomach tighten, her pulse thudding in her throat. She should leave. She should walk out and take the failure, but Langley hasn't told her to go. Instead, she watches, waiting, enjoying this far too much.

Sofia hates that part of her--some deep, buried part--likes it too. As she shifts, the wetness of her panties makes itself obvious. Heat throbs in her pussy as she tries to think of anything besides having Langley right here, right now.

Some form of tenderness crosses Langley's eyes, and a piece of sobriety makes her rigid in her seat. Sensing Sofia's hesitation, Langley rounds the desk. Tender and kind, her hand cups Sofia's jaw and tilts her head to face her.

"I've seen you, Sofia. Squirming like you are now, eyes distant as you stare at me with those big, desperate fuck me eyes. I know you want this too." Langley leans down, brushing her nose against Sofia's as she adds, "I wonder what you imagine about me."

Knowing that Langley had been watching her, aware of every dirty little thought and feeling was an indescribable pleasure. When did she realise? When did her glares of distaste become lustful and intense? Sofia always thought Langley hated her, but it seems that they both feel the same deep blossoming arousal.

Hot breaths mingling, eyes staring with an unspoken need.

"Do you really want to know?" Sofia finds herself taunting the older woman, wanting to know that this is real, that Langley isn't tricking her into making an irreparable mistake. Boldened, she licks Langley's bottom lip.

Langley groans, eyelashes fluttering. Her patience snaps. Her hand snags Sofia's wrist, squeezing. In a husky whisper, brushes her ears against Sofia's sensitive ear and says, "Not here. My office. Now."

They both scramble to the office, looking side to side to avoid suspicion. Seconds barely pass before Langley has Sofia pinned to the door. A firm hand around her neck, the other frantically unbuttoning her shirt. It's happening. It's really happening. She's going to fuck Langley.

Their lips press hard, teeth bump and tongues clumsily slip. It's messy and aggressive and hot. Soft pleas leave Sofia's lips as Langley's kisses slide down her neck. Teeth nip her collar bone and she gasps, arching against the door, the bite soothed with a kiss.

"You have no fucking idea how much I've thought about this. Of you on your knees. Writhing under me. Filled with my fingers. Shoving that pretty mouth between my thighs," Through her sexual rambles, Langley moves her hands to finally push Sofia's shirt off. A groan tears through her as the fleshy, perky breasts are exposed. Her little pink nipples are hard and elongated, begging for friction. All Sofia can think about is Langle's plump lips around them, of her firm tongue stroking her peaks. "Professor," Sofia whimpers, moving her hands into Langley's hair, "touch me."

A flicker of amusement crosses Langley's eyes. Her lips press a teasing kiss to her breast, on a faint white stretch mark. "Ask nicely and I might."

The demand is sharp. Sofia could see Langley's need for groveling and begging, to know Sofia wants this just as badly. Despite her growing shyness, and awareness that she is naked in front of her 30 year old Professor, Sofia softly whispers, "Please Professor... I'm aching for you. I'm so wet. I don't care about the paper, just touch me."

Wet lips wrap around Sofia's nipple, dragging out a sweet moan. Her knees weaken and she presses further against the door. Langley has done this before, Sofia could tell. The way her tongue rolls and presses her nipple perfectly, the way she nibbles and drags her teeth across it but not too hard, no, it's just the right amount of pressure to make her pussy throb. A pinch on her free nipple, making sure neither is left untouched.

The Professor grows more ferocious, sucking and pulling her nipple to cause pleasured pained gasps. Trembling, Sofia rolls her hips against Langley's firm thigh, wanting -- no needing -- pressure against her throbbing cunt.

"Oh... Professor," Sofia pants, her body squirming, "keep doing that."

"Like I could stop. Keep making those pretty sounds, baby, just like that. Fuck, good girl," Lips glistening, eyes hungry, Langley leans back to admire her work. Pleased, she grabs Sofia's hair and drags her into another powerful make-out. She maneuvers them to the couch, then sits herself down. Yet, when Sofia follows, Langley pushes her back gently.

"Knees. Now."

A shiver slides down Sofia's back. Shame heats her belly but it's the excitement that makes her slow down onto her knees. A twitch tickles her clit as Langley hikes that tight black pencil skirt up her hips. Long, silk smooth legs spread like a dirty invitation. Under the skirt, Sofia spots a black thong barely covering the Professor's pussy. Wavy pubes on her folds peek shyly out from the satin fabric, and the aroma of delicious arousal envelops Soia's nose.

Langley smirks and pets Sofia's hair, a subtle warning that she could pull her any direction she wants. That Sofia is the toy here, the dirty slut who is groveling for her professor's beautiful wet cunt. And she doesn't care. Licking her lips, Sofia grows impatient and leans forward. Fingers tighten around Langley's plush thighs, squeezing the muscles as she begins giving the skin gentle kisses. She cherishes every moment her lips brush these heavenly legs, engraving every little stretch mark or blemish, dragging her tongue across a scar she has no clue how Langley got.

She wants to know. She wants to know everything about Langley. Where did she grow up? Who was her first kiss? What turns her on? Which parts of her flesh and body make her tremble and beg? Sofia sucks her flesh to bruise it and smirks when Langley hisses. Clearly over the taunting, Sofia feels herself being shoved forward. Between moist folds, her nose brushes Langley's clit eliciting a long, sultry moan that only spurs her forward.

"Fuck!" The woman's legs shudder as Sofia's tongue strokes her swollen bud with tender caresses. How could one woman sound so incredible? It makes Sofia work harder, faster. Spit and slick wet coat her chin.

Curses and gasps.

Knees trembling.

More, more, more.

"Fuck! Oh -- fuck, yes -- don't stop! That's -- ah -- that's it. Suck my clit, baby. Fuck, just like that. You like, ah, when I fuck your face, you dirty little whore?"

Wet sloppy sounds are drowned out by Sofia's moan. Her tongue vibrates as she lets out sounds of enjoyment, only edging the Professor closer.

Losing herself, Langley fists Sofia's hair and rocks her head with no care. Aggressive huffs leave her mouth. Every grind of her hips against every long stroke has her trembling. Chasing her pleasure, she humps Sofia's face, suffocates her in between beautiful thighs.

"Such a -- a whore. A filthy whore all for me. You want me to come? Fuck, ah. You want me to come on those lovely lips?"

Sofia suckles her clit hard, rubbing her tongue fast. Back arching, Langley's breaths stutter. Golden hazel eyes roll. With a silent scream, she lifts her legs and rattles as her orgasm racks her body. Greedily, Sofia keeps pushing, making it last as long as possible, wanting the Professor to leave aching and remembering what a good whore she was.

Smooth, delicious and tangy. Langley's orgasm coats her face and tongue. She presses her wide tongue against Langley's hole, loose from arousal, and tries to fill her mouth with as much as the taste as possible. Heavenly. Dirty. It tastes like Langley should. Overstimulated, Langley gasps and twitches. The tight ridges of her pussy tight on Sofia's tongue and she moans lowly, needing more. Never would she have considered herself such a come whore, but for Langley she would live her life as a naked slave to be used in every way, only hydrated by her juices.

Finally, she slips her tongue out. With Langley's dazed gaze on her she wipes the climax from her chin and slips it between her lips. A strangled sound comes from the Professor, and her eyes narrow dangerously. Sofia grins.

This is far from over.

One moment Sofia is on her knees. The next she is scooped up and dropped onto the desk. Langley shoves her papers off, her laptop tumbling to the floor. Something shatters. Neither of them care. Not when Langley is ripping down her jeans. Not when she rubs her fingers across her soaked pussy. Sofia moans, shifting closer, needing more. The throbbing hurts. The desire is engulfing her.

"God, Langley, please?"

The woman growls. Her fingers spread her wet pussy, eyes daggering at the exposed soft flesh.

"Beautiful." Her fingers lightly graze her sensitivity. Sofia gasps. Head spinning, her legs tremble as Langley admires her spread form on the desk. With a kiss to her cheek, Langley whispers, "This pussy is mine now, understand?"

Heat floods her. Her hole pulsates. She nods.

"Say it."

A shudder. Panting, Sofia says, "This is... your pussy, Professor. To use and fuck whenever you want."

Langley shoves her back against the desk. Firm muscles and round breasts press against Sofia's smaller frame, overwhelming her. Without warning, she shoves two fingers into her tight cunt. A cry leaves her throat, her nails drag against her shoulders. Pumping into her slowly, Langley rocks her hips with the rhythm.

"Have you done this before?" Langley pants, "You're tight as hell."

Despite having two fingers knuckle deep in her and dripping on her Professor's desk, Sofia finds herself embarrassed by the question. Sensing her hesitation, Langley slows her motions. The intensity of her eyes softened with something blended between concern and guilt.

"Oh, Sofia... I shouldn't have--,"

Sofia presses her lips against Langley's, silencing any of the thoughts swirling in her head. After a moment of passionate kisses, she leans back and says, "I do these things alone, and only done it once with someone else but it wasn't good." Sofia flushes, realizing she's rambling, but she needs Langley to continue. They can't stop now. Not when they've gone this far. "It was before I realized I was a lesbian. It's been two years but this is not my first time, okay? So don't beat yourself up, okay?"

A flicker of understanding fills the other woman's gaze. Langley presses a tender kiss to her forehead.

"Don't count that. Never count experiences that hurt you. This is your first, I'm your first. Understood?"

Warmth blossoms. Instead of her cunt throbbing, her heart is instead. The pounding of her heart speeds up as Langley's lips curl into a smile so caring it hurts. A weak agreement leaves her lips.

"Good girl," the Professor says, brushing kisses down her chest, "I'll take care of you. Relax."

There is no doubt. No fear. Sofia nods and when Langley comes up to kiss her, she wraps her arms around her shoulders, her legs around her waist, wanting every inch of their bodies pressed tight. She sighs as Langley gently thrusts her fingers. Nibbles on her ear makes her shiver.

"Fuck, I can feel you pulsating," Langley growls in her ear. "You're desperate, aren't you?"

She tries to say something, but every thrust leaves her gasping for more. Jumbled words leave her lips, her head a mess of heat and need. A long cry leaves her lips as Langley thrusts them harder, deeper but still slow. Every stroke is purposeful, hitting a spot that makes her tail bone tingly. She grips her fingers tighter, clenching and trying to feel more.

"Langley... Langley..." Sofia rambles, eyes rolling into her lids as she pants. Her mouth is dry and tastes of her Professor's orgasm. The thick fingers pump quicker, hitting the spot over and over. It awakens a deep molten hot pressure in Sofia's abdomen. Feeding her more pleasure, Langley pumps her fingers in and out, fucking her tight sobbing pussy with the perfect pace.

"Don't stop!" Sofia pleads, her whole body tensing as a tingling spreads across her legs and abdomen. She's going to come. Oh, fuck she's going to come on Langley's fingers. The other woman snatches her nipple in her mouth, sucking it hard. The overwhelming pleasure from her filled pussy and sensitive nipples has her gripping Langley's hair, pulling her in more.

Langley is fucking her, and now that she has, Sofia can never not be fucked by her again. Bliss fills her mind as she finally breaks. A howl rips her throat. Thrusts and bites on her nipple drive her mad.

"That's it. Scream for me as I fuck you, baby. You're so wet. I might have to have a taste. What do you think? Do you want my tongue on that hot pussy?"

"God! Yes, yes, fuck me, Langley!"

"Beg me and I might," Langley growls, using her whole arm. Sofia's body rocks against the desk, the wood groaning as they shake it. Her pussy tightens. Tingles. Hot. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

"Don't you fucking dare. Not yet," Langley says, biting her breast hard. She yelps. It burns. The pain halts the approaching orgasm, but it turns her on more. A trickle slips against her skin, and Langley leans up with a slight red tinge on her teeth. She licks her lips then kisses Sofia. Their tongues roll and rub, then Langley leaves her. The Professor slips down her body, kneeling between her legs, never faltering on her thrusts.

Scolding hot wetness brushing her clit. Sofia flinches, eyes blowing wide as Langley's writhing tongue swirls. Every flick and deep poke of her clit makes her moan. She whimpers Langley's name over and over, gripping the thick dark hair. The woman's arm loops her waist, pinning her rocking hips still. Deep moans vibrate against Sofia's pussy, and her head spins. Between the sucking of her clit and the ruthless pumping of Langley's fingers, she wasn't going to last long.

"Fuck," the woman slurps loudly, "you taste fucking incredible."

Sofia would be flattered if she wasn't seeing stars. Her breath holds as she rocks her hips desperately. Langley pushes another finger in, spreading her wider. She shifts Sofia's hips, putting both of her legs over her shoulders so she can slam them deeper.

"L--Langley! I'm going to -- ah! Can I? Can I cum? Please? God, please!"

"Cum for me, baby," Langley commands. She curls her fingers and sucks Sofia's clit, holding its entirety in her mouth and pressing the flat of her tongue on it. It's too much. Sofia screams as her whole body tightens up with an explosive orgasm. She shakes and kicks her legs a little, trying to push Langley away from her sensitive pussy. Every throb of her orgasm is met with a thrust, drawing out her pleasure until she is almost blacking out.

It takes five minutes for Sofia to catch her breath and for the dizziness to fade. The Professor moves to comfort her, embracing Sofia's body and picking her up. She moves them both to the couch to cuddle, something that Sofia didn't think Langley would enjoy. Those once cold eyes warmly meet hers, like two pools of melted gold with flicks of amber. A gentle kiss is shared. Langley rubs her bottom, brushing her fingers against the inside of her thighs with a cheeky smile.

"I'll grade the paper."

Sofia blinks tiredly, spent from her brutal fucking.

"What paper?"