Keep her for yourself

With Ms. Desra's beautiful body still on your lap, the choice is obvious. Maneuvering around her massive jugs, you manage to get the notebook out and on the table next to you. Working fast, you make some edits to the rules you previously wrote, as well as adding two more, one of which is under the new heading 'Rulebook'.

NEW RULE: Unless otherwise specified, any rules that mention 'Michael' will automatically default to the Michael that owns the Rulebook.

NEW RULE: The school's most attractive female teacher is Michael's personal sexual education teacher. He is allowed to inspect and use her body for sexual purposes at any time and in any way he wants for the entire school year, both during and outside of school hours, in order to learn about sex and the female body. Because of this, the two of them are exempt from all rules and laws related to sexual acts between teachers and high school students for the duration of the school year.

NEW RULE: The sexual education teacher is to remain completely naked while on school grounds, and off of them only wear what Michael allows her to. Because of this, she is exempt from all public indecency laws for the duration of the school year, as is Michael when it relates to performing public sex acts with her.

NEW RULE: To properly fulfill her duties, Michael's sexual education teacher will live at his house and share a bed with him for the duration of the school year.

You breathe a sigh of relief and lean back in your chair. A quick look around the classroom confirms that the changes had gone through, as your classmates have stopped arguing among themselves over who gets to use Ms. Desra next. Looking down at your wrist, you notice a silver bracelet similar to hers, only yours is engraved with 'Sex Student'.

Ms. Desra pushes herself back up and looks over at the notebook, "What are you writing? Notes on the lesson, I hope."

"Uh... yeah. Yeah, that's what I'm writing," you say, writing one more rule under the Rulebook header for good measure.

NEW RULE: Everyone other than Michael is uninterested in the contents of the notebook and the act of Michael writing in it. If Michael loses the Notebook and someone else finds it, they will get it back to him in the quickest and most efficient way possible.

There, that should do it. You set your pencil down and wrap your arms around Ms. Desra's waist, "So, anything else you want to teach me while you're on my lap?"

"I think you should focus on your English class," Ms. Desra says, trying to deflect your advances, "New rules or not, you're still here to learn about more than just sex."

"I have a better idea," you say with a grin, leaning in close to whisper to her, "Why don't you clean me up with your mouth?"

Her eyes go wide at the request, "Um, o-okay. Yeah, I can do that. Give me a... give me a second."

Ms. Desra pushes herself up off of your cock, still wet with her various juices. She looks down at the dick in front of her with trepidation, and takes a couple of seconds to psyche herself up before getting on her knees next to you and taking your shaft into her mouth once more. Despite still feeling rather spent from your recent orgasm, her tongue still feels quite pleasurable. You gently stroke her hair as she cleans you up, getting lost in the feeling.

Unfortunately, it isn't too long before you are snapped out of your trance by Mrs. Fletcher, who suddenly stops her lesson on Hamlet (you think) to yell, "Micheal? Michael!"

"What?" you say, looking at the very unhappy English teacher now glaring at you.

"Your sex ed 'teacher' is making a mess," she snaps, pointing to the floor, "Clean it up."

You aren't sure what she means at first, but following her finger you start to suspect what the problem is. With her backside facing the class, everyone but you is able to see that Ms. Desra's pussy is filled with your cum. You tap her on the shoulder and whisper for her to stand up. When she does, you confirm that while her pussy was able to hold most of your cum, you filled her up enough that a mixture of your cum and her own is dripping out of it and onto the floor. You don't think the mess is actually that bad, but then again you find it kind of hot, which may be coloring your opinion some.

"Is that all?" you ask your English teacher. Mrs. Fletcher's eyes narrow in anger in response. You suspect that she's just looking for an excuse to stop you from fucking Ms. Desra in class, but since you'd rather not get detention and risk being stuck at school for even longer today, you say, "Alright, alright, we'll get it cleaned up. Ms. Desra, do you mind?"

"Huh?" your sex ed teacher says, looking down at the mess she made in embarrassment, "Oh, um, sure. Let me just get some tissues..."

"I think it'd be much sexier if you licked it up," you say to her with a smile.

To your surprise, Ms. Desra glares at you and says with some anger, "Look, I know this is all new to you and must be very exciting, but I am your sex ed teacher, not your personal slut."

"That's debatable..." Mrs. Fletcher whispers to herself.

"Regardless," Ms. Desra continues, her face going red with embarrassment and anger, "You may be able to use my body sexually in any way you want, but that does not mean you have free reign over everything I do. Asking me to lick up cum is not part of my job description."

You frown, both in shock and mild disappointment. It seems that she found a loophole in your rules that you didn't foresee. No matter, you could easily fix it and make her have to lick it up.

However, as hot as the thought of Ms. Desra licking your cum off the floor in front of everyone is... could you do better? While it's a no-brainer that you're going to change something to make the cleanup fun for you, and you probably will want to close that pesky loophole at some point anyway, maybe there's a way to be a bit more creative with it than simply making Ms. Desra have to obey your order to lick it up. After all, as long as you word it correctly, you could make an ironclad rule about virtually anything.