Sir and his Harem: Chapter one

Chapter One:
Monday morning. The alarm is blaring at me once again; I knock several empty beer cans over trying to silence the incessant bleeping. I know I need to get up; I have a lecture to present to another new group of bored young adults. None of them want to be there, it makes me wonder why I bother turning up. I drag myself out of bed and into a cold shower; I eat a bowl of cornflakes, dress and drive to work. The only thing motivating me was the hope of getting laid that night. It’d been unbearably long since my last fuck, I’d just got out of a long since dead almost sexless relationship. Perhaps in this new class I could find myself some young pussy.
I was delivering my lecture when this one girl caught my eye, a pretty little thing. Her tits were the first thing I noticed, in her pink vest top they hung so nicely. She was clearly not wearing a bra. Her ankle length wrap around skirt exposing a little of her thigh, I wondered if her bra was the only underwear she didn’t bother with…I could see the way she was looking at me too, what was it about girls with young men in suits? Half the female population of the auditorium seemed to be looking at me in the way you aren’t supposed to look at your professor. Not that that was a bad thing, there was a definite potential here, but even I couldn’t have predicted the outcome. Anyway I’m getting distracted. As I continued my lecture on “Wuthering Heights” I began discussing the way the male protagonist asserts his dominance and revelled in the pleasure of watching the faces of the girls blush.