TEACHER’S RULES By: Damara Blackthorne Cover Art: Lorie Davis © 2012 Original image(s) purchased through Dreamstime.com Teacher’s Rules Smashwords Edition Copyright © 2012 by Damara Blackthorne * * * * * License Notes: This eBook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This eBook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author. WARNING: the unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted material/work is illegal. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in prison and a fine of $250,000. Thank you for downloading this eBook. 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It is intended only for those age 18 and older. ***** Many thanks to all who helped me write, edit and revise this story. Thank you to fellow author John Smith for his valuable insight and inspiration. A special thank you to Mike, without whom this story would never have been written. Bless you all! I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. ***** Teacher's Rules: CHAPTER 1 Ms. Sanchez sat at her desk awaiting her meeting with Mr. Flores. Mike Flores' nephew Jon seemed to be having a hard time since his father had been deployed. Although Jon's attitude had gotten a bit out of control, it wasn't anything she couldn't handle. No, she wanted this meeting because she had heard of the biker reputation. She hoped a biker could give her the discipline she needed. She always had to be the disciplinarian with the kids and she needed someone to take the upper hand with her once in a while. * * * * Mike walked down the hall looking for Ms. Sanchez's room. He found it, walked up to the door and started to knock but stopped. He looked through the little pane of glass cut into the door and stared. He enjoyed watching her as she sat at her desk; lost in thought, pouring over a stack of papers. He knocked lightly. He really didn't want to disturb her, he was so entranced by how beautiful she looked at this moment. A chill traveled through his body when she looked up, smiling when she saw him. His palms got a little damp as she motioned for him to come in. Hesitating for just a moment before opening the door and slowly sauntering into the room. Mike swallowed hard when she got up from behind her desk and approached him, offering her hand to him for a cordial handshake. He felt a slight tingle of electricity tickle his brain at being so close to the woman he had been fantasizing about. "Mr. Flores, thank you for meeting with me. I'm sure you're wondering what Jon could have done to require an in class meeting." Her voice was like warm honey running down Mike's spine. Mike had to clear his throat before he could speak. "Yes, we take school and education very seriously in our family." "Oh, I am so glad to hear you say that." The honey was getting warmer and traveling lower on Mike's spine. He shook off a slight shiver. "Mr. Flores..." "Mike... or Flo; whichever, both are fine..." "Flo?" Ms. Sanchez arched her eyebrows. "Short for Flores. But either one, whichever you are most comfortable with." He smiled expectantly. "Yes, well... Mike..." She smiled sweetly. "And I should call you?" Mike was hopeful. "You can call me Ms. Sanchez." She looked every bit the strict teacher. "Oh... yes... of course... I'm sorry, you were saying..." Mike's hopes of enjoying Ms. Sanchez's company dwindled to near nothing. "Before we get started, why don't you have a seat." She pointed to one of the children desks in front of her large desk. Mike looked at it wondering if she really thought he could fit in it. He turned to look back at her hoping she would see how foolish of an idea that was. She pointed at the desk again with her pointer ~ the long, tapering stick she used to point things out on the blackboard. Mike looked back at the small desk; shrugged, thinking he would at least try to fit in it. While attempting to squeeze into the desk seat; out of the corner of his eye, he caught her sitting on the edge of her desk watching him. He finally gave up sitting mostly in the seat, his left leg was out at an odd angle and most of his left butt cheek was hanging off the seat. Under normal circumstances, he would have told the girl to kiss his ass or suck his dick for trying to make him sit in such an uncomfortable position. He looked ridiculous wearing his leather biker vest, and trying to fit himself into that tiny desk. He turned as best he could to look at her and noticed how she was really sitting. She was barely on the desk, her left leg was up on the desk and her right leg was splayed out causing her skirt to hike up. Showing him that she wasn't wearing any panties. Well no damn wonder Jon couldn't concentrate, Mike couldn't either. "Mike..." Her voice still reminded him of warm honey. And he sat, waiting for it to start dripping. "Yea..." But he kept staring enjoying the fact that she was shaven. "Mike..." Her voice a little less honey and more insistent. "Yea..." He still didn't avert his eyes. "Mr. Flores!" Her demanding tone caught his attention. "Oh... Yes, I'm sorry." He started to look up into her eyes, only to be distracted by her ample breasts which were straining against her shirt. He thought he could see the outline of her bra and was mesmerized as he watched her nipples start to harden. *CRACK* She smacked her pointer across the top of Mike's desk. He jerked his eyes upwards only to have them drop again as she shifted on the desk causing her blouse to tighten and her skirt to ride up even more. *CRACK* She hit the desk again. "Mr. Flores, I think you should stand up." Mike was well aware of what his body's reaction had been to her display, but he didn't want her to know it. So he stayed sitting at the desk. *CRACK* "Mr. Flores; I think you should stand, so that we can better discuss why you are distracted. Surely you are concerned about Jon's education..." Mike had to mentally shake the cobwebs out of his head. FUCK! He was here for his nephew, not his fantasies. "Uhm... yes... I'm sorry." Mike was a bit shaky as he stood before her. "Well, I think we have found your problem..." She was looking straight at his bulge. "Oh, you have been a very naughty boy. Mike's eyes widened as she dropped to her knees in front of him. "We're just going to have to take care of that aren't we?" She looked up at him with her big brown eyes, as she began to unbutton his jeans and pull down the zipper. She tugged on his jeans and boxer shorts at the same time, jerking them down to his knees. His manhood jumped out at her, excited to be released from the confines of the prison that were his jeans. She grabbed it with both hands, “Tsk, tsk. Such rude and disrespectful behavior. I see I am going to have to teach it MY rules.” Mike gulped hard at seeing one of his fantasies coming to life at his feet. * * * * Ms Sanchez inched her face forward. She rubbed her cheeks across Mike's throbbing shaft; enjoying his sudden, sharp intake of breath. She grabbed his balls with her left hand; squeezing gently, gripping the base of his cock with her right hand. She smiled as Mike trembled slightly. Bending her head down, she flattened her tongue against the underside of his rod at the base, above her hand. Keeping eye contact; she slowly dragged her tongue up the entire length of his dick, it thrilled her to see Mike having such difficulty maintaining control. Once her mouth reached the top, she held her mouth open as she swirled her tongue around the head and flicked her tongue across the little hole at the crest. She smiled as Mike's legs shook and he moaned from deep within his chest. With her tongue, she flicked the little hole in the crown again. Once more swirling her tongue around the head before taking only the bulbous peak into her mouth. She sucked hard pulling the tip from between her lips, eliciting a gravelly groan from Mike and a wet popping sound from her mouth. She nibbled and kissed her way down his shaft and licked her way back up. Sucking the tip of his rod back into her mouth, taking him in a little bit farther than before. * * * * Mike groaned. He hoped that she would take more of him into her mouth; yet afraid that if she did, he wouldn't last very long. He plunged his hands into her hair, he wanted to force her, yet he was thoroughly enjoying her experienced hands and mouth. * * * * She held the base of his penis with both hands and pulled him back out of her mouth. She slid the underside of her tongue, onto the area just below the ridge of the crown. Quickly swiping the underside of her tongue from side to side like windshield wipers on a very rainy day. The soft, silky texture was different than the roughness of the top of her tongue. She delighted in the way Mike's body jerked involuntarily. She took him deep into her mouth and then slowly pulled back, leaving only the tip in her mouth. She began a deliberate and slow *bob* of his dick. Taking him in to the back of her throat and then sucking hard as she pulled him nearly out of her mouth. Slowly in and then just as slowly out. She did this a few more times and then started bobbing quickly. Mike's breathing was suddenly keeping time with her movements. She stopped and went back to nibbling, kissing and licking her way down his shaft. Once she reached the base; she placed her tongue at the top left-hand corner of his balls. She traced a path down along the side and once she reached the bottom, she made a path up the middle seam between his testicles. She repeated her movements with his other testicle. Then she took his balls into her mouth, sucking and licking them before moving back to his dick. She flattened her tongue and slowly worked her way back up his member. Doing another quick *bob*, she took him into the back of her throat again. She gently placed her teeth around him; holding him in place, as she opened her mouth and sucked in cold air. Reveling in her ability to make the tough biker groan a deep gravelly sound and then shiver. She took him to the back of her throat again. She licked her front teeth; tilted her head sideways, then pressed the flat fronts of her top teeth against his shaft. She ran her teeth down the length of his dick. She felt a thrilling rush as Mike tightened his grip in her hair; tugging, pulling her to her feet. She gasped and bit her lower lip in anticipation. She had hoped that Mike's bad ass biker image wasn't just for show and she felt excitement at finding out for sure. Once on her feet, she was pulled into his strong embrace for a passionate kiss that singed her with electricity from her head to her toes. Walking backwards to the side of her desk, never once breaking their kiss. The sharp edge of the desk jabbed into her ass. Her eyes shot open and she looked at Mike with expectation. Her eyes flitted to look at something behind him. * * * * Mike broke the kiss, and with his left hand he tugged at her hair again pulling her head back. He trailed his right hand from her hair, down her jaw to her throat. He stroked her throat slowly and softly just watching her reaction. He tilted his head to glance behind him and noticed the window in her door. Mike grinned, realizing that she must like the thought that at any moment someone might look in and see them. His hand tightened around her throat. her eyes got wide but he saw exhilaration in them, not fear. Keeping his left hand firmly in her hair and his other hand tight on her throat, he kissed her hard. His tongue forcing her to grant him entry into her mouth. His tongue battled with hers for domination. Mike eased his hand from her throat and brushed his fingers down across her breasts. He felt her nipples harden beneath his touch. He bit her bottom lip then sucked on it briefly before trailing kisses down her throat to her breasts. He lightly bit down on one of her already hard nipples, lavishing it through her clothing. It stiffened even more from his ministrations, making her whimper. Mike loved knowing he was having such an effect on her. He released her hair and strolled both hands across her breasts, stimulating them through her blouse. He brought his hands together and hovered them over the buttons. He played with the buttons but stopped short of actually unbuttoning them. He dragged his fingers to the edge of the waistband of her skirt. He swept his fingers just inside; allowing them to dance against her skin, feeling the edges of her blouse and smiled remembering she wasn't wearing any panties. Mike removed his hands from the inside of her skirt and skimmed his hands along the outside of her hips and thighs as he dropped to his knees. He shouldered his way between her legs depositing kisses en route to her womanhood. Softly kissing the inner thigh of her right leg; moving past the apex of her legs, straight to the inner thigh of her left leg. He grinned when she squealed as he nipped her inner thigh. He immediately covered the bite with a suctioning kiss. He nipped and kissed his way up her leg to her pussy and gave it a soft, simple kiss. Mike grinned; as she trembled, loving the effect he was having on her. He trailed kisses down her right leg to her knee; licking the inside of her knee, causing her body to shudder. He licked and kissed up her leg, barely grazed her pussy with his lips and continued down her other thigh. He reversed his efforts and continued working his way back up to her snatch. He licked her apex from the bottom of her slit to the top. Placing his mouth around her clit; he started to suck, maintaining a constant suction on her until she moaned and began to squirm. That was his cue to flatten his tongue, covering her clit and slowly swirl his tongue around her center of attention. * * * * She started to buck her hips and grabbed his head. Her breathing became rapid as he started swirling his tongue faster. She took in a sharp intake of breath that was ragged and forced, moaning loudly as she cried out his name. She was still reeling when he pulled himself up, leaned over her and kissed her hard. Twinges of pain embraced her as Mike gripped her hips and plunged his cock deep inside of her. * * * * His thrusts were powerful as they took her to the edge again. Mike stopped and pulled out of her. He grabbed her hips and spun her around. They both were now facing her desk. He placed his right hand onto the back of her head and his left hand on her waist. Forcing her down, he bent her over her desk. He slammed into her hard and she arched her back meeting him thrust for thrust. He hammered into her soft flesh as she squealed and squirmed. His pounding increased, keeping time with their breathing. "Oh. GOD. YES. Harder. Faster. More." Mike obliged giving it to her at a faster pace. His pleasure increased as she screamed out his name. "OH FLO!" He grunted and slammed into her a couple more times, dropping down on top of her and they both rested there for a few moments as they tried to regain their composure. * * * * Ms. Sanchez looked back at Mike with a look on her face that stated she was one very satisfied woman. "Mr. Flores, I do believe this has been a very productive and informative meeting. I think it would be a good idea if we had a weekly meeting, to ensure educational excellence." Smiling to himself, Mike stuffed his cock back into his jeans. Zipping and buttoning, he looked deep into her eyes. "I couldn't agree more Ms. Sanchez. So, this time next week then?" "Yes Mike. This time next week would be perfect. And thanks again for coming..." Her last words spoken with a smirk in her voice and on her lips. ##### If you enjoyed reading this book or didn’t; you can leave a review at the site where you bought this book, or leave a review at Amazon.com, BarnesandNoble.com, GoodReads.com, whether you purchased from them or not they accept all reviews. So, let people know just what you think by leaving a review. About the author: Erotic Romance writer, artist, mom, wife, all around hopeless romantic and delinquent. I've been writing most of my life. Therapy mostly - trying to get the stuff out of my head! However, recently it seemed important to write more earnestly. I carry a notepad and pens with me everywhere I go; in case I'm inspired, I'll be able to jot something down about it. When I was younger, I had the opportunity to travel. I met a lot of interesting people and saw some really beautiful places. So those people and places may find pieces of them in my stories. 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