Sunday, April 3, 2016

Mr. Tucker–Coming April 2016

Mr. Tucker Synopsis

*Warning: This book contains strong language and graphic sex between a teacher and his consenting student. It's hot and sexy smut at its finest. Mr. Tucker is recommended for mature readers 18 and over.

A senior bet.

Almost every school has one–a tradition that's passed down from year to year. My small school in Tennessee is no different. While some seniors at schools all across the country have senior pranks or senior ditch days, our school has the senior bet.

Lose your virginity by spring break–have proof–and you're in the running for Prom queen.

Does it sound ridiculous?

It absolutely is, but ridiculousness won't stop me from getting my Prom queen nomination. I've had plenty of opportunities to lose my V-card to one of the boys at my school, but I don't want to sleep with a high school boy. I want a man with experience. I want the man that's been starring in my wet dreams at night. I want my history teacher. I want Mr. Tucker.

Unedited Mr. Tucker Teasers

Teaser #1

"I got your pre-test back from your English teacher. You failed."

I look down at the packet in front of me–the marks left by a red felt-tip pen take over the front page. I flip through the three remaining pages and they're all covered with red marks. On the last page Ms. Kielly wrote a large capital F with a circle around it. It's like she was afraid I'm so stupid I still might think I did well, so she made my grade as large as possible so I wouldn't miss it. "How can that be?" I ask, truly shocked that I did so poorly. "I studied my ass off. You know that."

"I know you worked hard but it must not be enough. Are you having trouble concentrating? The real test is in two days so we need to focus tonight and tomorrow night."

"What's the use," I respond closing the packet and tossing my pencil on the table. "I'm not studying just to get an F on the real test."

"Savannah, you have the wrong attitude about this."

"I don’t, actually. I'm dumb. I've always known it and this proves it. Your incentive no longer seems worth it to me."

"What does that mean?"

"It means a guaranteed B in your class doesn't mean shit if I can’t pass my other classes."

He lets out a low groan as he taps his large hands on his khaki pant covered thighs. "You're going to pass your classes, Savannah. Now stop bitching and let's get to work."


"What do you mean, no?"

"I mean, no. I'm not doing this anymore. There's nothing in it for me." I sound like a child throwing a tantrum but I don't care.

"You're right, Savannah. Good grades and a sense of accomplishment is a horrible incentive," he says mocking me. "What new incentive would you like me to offer you? It's not like I have anything better to do than volunteer my time to help an ungrateful student."

Oh, he thinks he's so clever trying to pull this guilt trip on me but I already know what a great guy he is. He gives up so much of his free time to help me out and when I flirt with him and throw myself at him he ignores me. My teenage body is practically perfect. My tits are the highest they're ever going to be and my pussy is still nice and tight. He'd have to be a saint to deny himself this.

Teaser #2

As the time ticks by and I'm convinced he's no longer watching me, I lower the paperback so I can steal glances in his direction. He's grading papers–a red marker in one hand as he turns a ruler around in circles with his other hand. His long fingers drag against the wooden sides, intricately moving the ruler in ways that have my imagination going wild.

That damn ruler. Why does he constantly play with it? Does he know what a tease he is? I've had dreams about that ruler and the way he could use it on me. It's a damn sex toy disguised as a learning tool.

What I say next is completely his fault because his "sex toy" has inspired the words I want to say to him to break the silence.

"Mr. Tucker?"

His glasses are back in place on the bridge of his nose as he tilts his head slightly up to look over at me. "Yes, Savannah?"

Lifting my index finger to my mouth, I part my lips and trail the pad of my finger along my bottom lip before biting down on the tip seductively. His eyes flicker to my lips but he's quick to dart them away as he sits up straight and clears his throat. My teeth release my finger and I finally respond, "Your ruler is distracting me."

He opens his mouth to respond but I continue before he can say anything. "You see I've had countless dreams about you and that ruler. I fantasize all the ways you could punish me with it...force me to lift up my skirt and then smack my ass repeatedly with all twelve inches of hard wood."

*Both Mr. Tucker teasers are unedited
© 2016 Justine Elvira

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