Nick Harris sat behind his desk, waiting for the last few minutes of the hour to pass by, when he heard the annoying smack and pop of the bubble gum.
Fucking Rachel Swan!
In all the years that Nick Harris had taught at Sweeney Private School for Girls, he had never encountered a more frustrating girl as eighteen-year-old Rachel Swan.
Since he began teaching, every year had been the same.
The first month of school each girl would flirt shamelessly with him; batting their lashes and giggling, hoping the attention would be returned. They were all infatuated with Mr. Harris and his tall muscular frame, wild bronze hair, and dazzling green eyes.
And every year, each girl would be met with his icy cold glare and indifference.
By the end of the first month, he would have succeeded in having every student despise him enough that they wouldn't even consider flirting with him anymore. Being known by his students as a complete ass-hole not only helped keep Nick focused on his job, but it kept him out of trouble.
He had not interest in these immature little girls, and their pop princess ways.
That was until Rachel Swan sat down in his classroom.
Rachel Swan was not like the other girls he had encountered over the years. She was bright, beautiful, intelligent beyond her years, and ruthless.
He wasn't sure how she knew all the ways to get to him, but she continued to surprise him in her creativeness. He had never had anyone of the female persuasion turn his head the way that she did.
Her body was long and lean, with curves in all the places he loved. She had flawless skin that looked so soft as if she had been soaked in sweet milk and honey every night. Her chestnut hair spilled down her back in billowing waves, barely touching the top of her perky little ass.
Her lips were pink and pouty, begging to be kissed, her seductive brown eyes deep and mysterious, and her breasts full and perfect for caressing.
She did not care how spiteful Mr. Harris was or how many times he would send her to detention, she was not a girl to give up until she got what she wanted.
And what Rachel Swan wanted was to fuck Nick Harris.
She had known of Mr. Harris long before she ever met him. He was practically a legend in the school; known for his God-like looks, strong jaw, freshly fucked hair, and for being a complete ass-hole. He was always lusted after but had forever been untouchable. Rachel had set her mind to change that, and she knew that she would not get to him easily. He wasn't some silly school boy that she could show a little cleavage to and have him drooling.
No, she would have to take her time. She would study him, learn him, memorize him...
Rachel would be the one thing Nick Harris had never encountered... someone that was just as stubborn, head-strong, sexy, and as unavailable as he was.
Make no mistake; Rachel Swan would use every means she had in her seduction of Mr. Harris, including her body.
She kept her white button-up shirt just a little too unbuttoned, making sure she revealed just enough cleavage. She let her pleated plaid skirt sit low on her hips, but had the hemline shortened so she could show more leg. She paired her thigh high white stockings with her scuffed-up black Doc Martens.
Being the smart girl that she was, she knew this was not enough to turn Nick Harris's head, so she paired it with her rebellious attitude.
She was late to class, she would chew and pop her gum, she flicked her pencil on the desk, made snide comments during his lectures, anything she could do to get on his nerves.
And it was working.
Nick Harris was frustrated. Hard and frustrated.
It was very subtle, and you would be hard pressed to notice it, but Rachel Swan was getting to him.
But Rachel noticed.
She saw the fire that flashed briefly in his eyes when she'd defy him. How the bulge in his pants grew just a little more when she was around. How he inhaled just a little bit deeper as she'd walk by.
And while she had definitely caught Nick Harris's attention, she was running out of time.
The year had passed quickly, and it was the last week of school and the last class of the day and Rachel was desperate. She would not hold back today, she was confident that by the end of today, Nick Harris would be between her legs.
Rachel arrived ten minutes late to class, disrupting the test that Mr. Harris had already passed out. She retrieved her copy of the test from an aggravated Mr. Harris and sat down at her desk, humming and singing to herself.
She began chewing a piece of gum, smacking it and popping little bubbles. Her foot tapped on the floor and she looked like she didn't have a care in the world.
The time ticked on and Nick continued to fix his icy glare on her, watching as Rachel wrapped little strands of her silk hair around her finger.
Oh how he wanted to pull that hair as he thrust into her.
Her pencil traced back and forth over her plump lips, tongue peaking out periodically to moisten them.
Oh how he wanted to see those lips wrapped around his cock.
Rachel noticed when Mr. Harris shifted minutely in his chair, discretely adjusting himself, and she smiled.
Her finger trailed slowly down her slender neck, over her collarbone, and to her soft breasts, dipping lightly into the cup of her bra.
Nick could see the white lace of her bra and how her nipple hardened when her finger traced over it.
She was slowly driving him mad and he was furious.
The bell rang and everyone jumped from their seats and rushed out the door, ready for the end-of-year parties. Nobody wanted to stay late in Mr. Harris's class, and for this, Rachel was grateful.
"Miss Swan!" Nick Harris snarled at her. "You are not yet dismissed."
Rachel tried her best to hide the smile on her lips as she turned to face him.
"You need to see me Mr. Harris?" she asked as her hips swayed and she walked to the front of the class.
Nick sat in his chair, staring at the beautiful seductress in front of him. What was he to do? He had fantasized about fucking her all year long. Thought about finally teaching her who was in charge in this classroom. Finally punish her for all the hard-ons she had given him.
"Miss Swan. You seem to have a problem with following the rules in my classroom," he said in a low velvet voice.
Nick stood and walked to the front of the desk to stand very close to Miss Swan.
"I'm not sure what you mean, Mr. Harris." Rachel spoke evenly as she looked up at him through her long lashes, pushing her thighs together to help relieve some of the pressure she felt building between her legs.
"Oh, I think you know exactly what I mean Miss Swan." Nick stood very closely to her now. His hot breath drifted across her face causing her body to break out in goose bumps.
"Every day you come to my class and do your best to break my rules," Nick whispered as he slowly brought his hand to the beautiful pink mouth of Rachel Swan. "How many times have I asked you not to chew gum in my glass?"
Rachel lifted her eyebrow, never breaking eye contact with him, as the pulled the piece of gum from her mouth and stuck it underneath Nick Harris's desk.
Touché Miss Swan, Touché
"Perhaps, Miss Swan, we should find something else to keep that pretty little mouth of yours occupied?" Nick suggested as he watched the deep blush fill her cheeks and spread across her chest. Ever so lightly he trailed his thumb across her plump bottom lip, challenging her.
Rachel's eyes started to close and she couldn't hold back the moan that escaped. This was what she wanted. This is what she had been waiting for all year long. Finally... FINALLY she was going to have Nick Harris. And she couldn't fucking wait.
Nick reached out and grasped Rachel behind her neck, "Now, Miss Swan. Get on your knees and let me show you what your mouth would be better used for."
Now it was Nick's turn to groan. He could care less if this was right or wrong. He wanted this beautiful vixen that stood before him and he had every intention of taking her.
Rachel was eager and she dropped to her knees. She released the buckle of the belt around Nick's waist and undid his trousers, never letting her eyes leave his. When his pants fell to the floor she was very pleased to find he wasn't wearing anything underneath.
But what pleased her even more was the site of the swollen, hard cock in front of her. It was sexy as hell; long, thick and hard.
Without a second of hesitation, Rachel ran her tongue over the slit in his dick, lapping up the pre-cum that had pooled there, sighing in contentment at the manly taste now in her mouth.
"Fuucckk," Nick hissed as the little minx wrapped her pink lips around his cock.
Nick's hands instinctively wrapped in her hair and he began thrusting forward into her waiting mouth.
Rachel hummed and moaned around him which only brought him more pleasure and closer to his release.
"Fuck, Rachel," he growled, "I knew you would be beautiful sucking my dick." Nick fucked her mouth which was so greedily sucking him in.
Rachel looked up at Nick from underneath her lashes as she pumped and sucked on the beautiful dick. Nick could barely make out the smirk that raised the corner of her mouth.
"Oh, such a naughty little girl," he purred, "Do you like me fucking your mouth?"
Rachel hummed in approval and this only turned Nick on more.
He held firmly to her head, shoving his dick in until it hit the back of her throat.
Rachel loved him dominating her like this. Pleasing him pleased her. Her panties were completely soaked and she could even smell her own arousal in the air.
A tingling sensation started coursing through Nick's body, traveling through his groin and along his cock.
"Ohhhh, fuck yes!" he shouted, "suck it all down baby!"
Nick's cum shot down Rachel's throat and she swallowed him down happily. The suction of her mouth didn't allow for one drop to escape. He watched as Rachel licked and cleaned his dick, humming in pleasure.
Rachel had never been as pleased with herself as she was at that moment. The sexiest man to ever walk the earth had just shot his load in her throat, and fuck that was hot.
Nick gently massaged Rachel's scalp, slowly wrapping her hair around his hand and then yanking her to her feet. The pain mixed with the pleasure caused even more wetness to gather between her legs.
He ran his nose down her jaw, inhaling her intoxicating scent. He flicked his tongue over her skin and curled his arms around her tiny waist.
"Now I hope, Miss Swan, that we have cleared up any confusion there might have been regarding what your mouth is best used for," Nick smirked at her, his emerald eyes blazing through her. "But I don't think you've quite learned your lesson yet."
