Sexual Education

By the time I arrived at SWU, it was early evening. I still had time for a quick meeting with my assistant Laura in preparation for my plans tomorrow, though. Walking through the campus to my office, I noticed surprisingly little had changed since my last visit. Then again, I supposed it made sense. Given the lack of men at the university, there wasn’t really much reason for girls to advertise their assets. Clothes were probably a bit sluttier than before, but it was not as **** a difference as I had observed in other places. And there was barely any sex to be seen, aside from a professor fucking what looked to be his teacher’s aid against the window of his classroom. Given that pretty much the only men present on campus were about a third of the faculty, in addition to campus police, there really weren’t many people that could be doing the fucking, I supposed. After all, random men with ideas about fucking college girls weren’t allowed to just wander in off the street. Carmichael didn’t allow that sort of thing. Perhaps it was something else I would have to change.

Regardless, it wasn’t far to my office, so I didn’t really get a picture of the whole campus anyway. I walked into my office to find it much more to my tastes than it had been previously. Oh, it was still a bit small perhaps, but I wasn’t really going to spend all that much time here. And it had been entirely refurbished. I had organized for my people to come in and give the place a makeover, making it resemble the old-fashioned luxury of the office in my house. Or my father’s office. I guess I had gotten at least that much from him.

I took a seat in the large armchair, before ringing the bell on my desk to summon Laura from her office in the adjoining room. Perhaps a buzzer connecting to her room would have been easier to hear, but I liked the casual demeaning nature of being summoned by a bell. Plus, it would test her attentiveness.

I wasn’t disappointed on that front. She promptly stepped through the door, completely ready to respond to my needs. Whatever they might be. She had that look of utter lust and devotion in her eyes that let me know she was completely under my thrall. And to top it all off, she had shown some initiative by buying herself a new slutty outfit. It resembled a green dress in the barest sense, but it lacked a midsection entirely. In addition, the valley of cleavage created by the barely-there top was not something you’d see on most (non-Segian) dresses, nor was the tight skirt, so short that it didn’t actually cover her naked cunt. All in all, I approved.

“How can I help you, sir?” She asked brightly.

“We’ll get to that, slut, but pleasantries first. Did you organize the office books and supplies to the specifications that my builders provided?”

Her face flushed at my implied admonition. “Yes, sir.”

I nodded, not giving a hint of praise for completing such a basic task. “And what else have you been doing in my absence?”

“Well, Professor Segeste, I organized profiles of students who need extra tutoring, for you to select from. I also let the faculty know that you may be stopping by to give lectures in any of their subjects. They’re all happy to have you.”

Of course. They knew better than to get on the bad side of a Segeste. “Good, good. Now, onto why I’m here. I’d like to give one of those lectures tomorrow. But I have a specific class in mind. Can you tell me who this is?”

I held up my phone, displaying a zoomed-in photo of the face of the teacher that had been fucking herself with a plunger while watching me with the cheerleader sluts. She was a beautiful woman, looking to be in her mid-forties. Something of a MILF. One of my people had gotten the picture from the CCTV footage. I was impressed when Laura barely blushed, despite the fact that the woman was obviously orgasming.

“Yes, sir. That’s Mrs. Summers. She teaches the course Handling Pregnancy 101. A class about how women can best continue to serve the men in their lives while also dealing with pregnancy.” It was Mrs. Summers, not Professor Summers, of course. Only the male teachers got that title; women might be permitted to teach but there was certainly no implication that they were in any way equal to men.

“She’ll do. Let her know that I’ll be dropping by for her 10:00 a.m. lecture tomorrow. Now, missus, you said? She’s married?” Considering the fact that way fewer women got married in Segia than elsewhere, it was not a common honorific. Not that “miss” was used much either. They denoted a certain level of respect, respect that women did not deserve. Still, a student should be deferential to a teacher if they were both female.

“Indeed, sir. She’s married to a restaurant owner. They had four or five kids together, I think. He kicked her out though, and now she lives on campus.”

“Moved on to younger women?” She nodded. “His loss. Now, suck me off while I work on my lesson plan.”

A hush fell over the lecture hall as I entered. The door made no sound, but none in the room could miss the overwhelming feeling of my presence. Nor could they resist the urge to stop what they were doing and point their undivided attention toward me. I was used to this; I tended to have that effect, even in a room full of men. Given that every single person in the classroom except for myself was female, it was even more pronounced.

I stopped in the center of the floor, casually holding my captivated audience in the palm of my hand. My eyes swept over the room, examining each inhabitant. There were maybe 200 women; a decent crowd. Each was young, buxom, and beautiful. Each was dressed sluttily. Maybe a quarter were visibly pregnant. Each looked at me with lust, consciously or unconsciously. And each became faintly aroused as my eyes fell on them.

Finally, I completed my survey of the students, and turned to the teacher. Just like all the others, she had been waiting anxiously for me to notice her. She did not need my sharp-eyed gaze to fall on her to become aroused. If I had to guess, she had been in a constant state of horniness since she heard about my guest lecture. And what with the figure on the bitch, I certainly planned to take advantage of that fact. Her perfect hourglass form was wrapped in a tantalizingly tight and short dress, barely restraining her huge tits. One’s eyes could simply not avoid falling to those tits if they followed the path of her flowing ginger hair. Given how striking it was, the only way to avoid that particular fate was if one found themselves gazing into her eyes, deep and blue as the ocean.

All that’s to say, she looked like she would be a good fuck. I planned to waste no time on that front, so I decided to get started on the class right away. “Good morning, young ladies. I'm going to be giving your lecture today. The name’s Leonardo Segeste. Some of you may have heard of me.” A wave of giggles made its way through the crowd. “I’m the new associate professor at this school. I hope to see you all at many classes in the future. But today, I have something specific I’d like to talk about. Now, Mrs. Summers, could you give me a rundown of what you’ve done so far in this course?”

She jumped to respond to me, staring all the while with barely-contained worship. The show I gave her with those cheer sluts must’ve really done a number on her. “Of course, sir! So far, we’ve covered how to suppress morning sickness so you can still give a man his wakeup blowjob, and how to ignore cravings so as not to annoy a man.”

I flashed her an approving smile, nearly causing her to cream her pants right then and there. “Both very important lessons, ones that I hope you all picked up. But before you need to worry about such things, you have to actually get pregnant. That’s what I’m here to teach you about. Now it seems that some of you already have experience in this area.” Many eyes turned to the pregnant girls, squirming under the newfound attention. “But just because you got a man to cum inside, doesn’t mean you did it right. Now, the first thing to remember is that it’s entirely his choice whether you get pregnant or not. If he wants to put a baby in you, you’ll do your damndest to make sure that happens. And if he doesn’t, don’t try to baby trap him. And that’s another thing. Baby trapping will never work anyway, because a baby is entirely your responsibility. A man isn’t obligated to stay with you because he knocked you up. If he doesn’t keep you, make sure to let him know when you have the kid. If it’s a daughter, he may want to send her to college or sell her. Otherwise, it’s your job to keep in touch with them when they visit from school.” I paused pointedly. “But I’m sure you girls knew all that. So let’s get into why I’m really here. How to behave during sex when a man wants to knock you up. Now, Mrs. Summers, I think it’s time for a demonstration, if you please.”

Oh, she pleased. Her dress was pulled up over her ass before you could say ‘slut’, revealing her distinct and unsurprising lack of panties. She was looking over her shoulder at me with puppy dog eyes. “I’m ready, sir!”

Well, I wasn’t going to say no to that. “Now, class, you should all be showing the same eagerness as your teacher here when a man expresses interest in you. The first sign that he is aiming to breed you is that he isn’t wearing a condom.” With this, I pulled out my hard dick. There were audible gasps at the size heard around the room.

“Make sure to tell the man whether you’re on birth control.” A woman could apply to the government for birth control, though it had to be cosigned by her partner if she was in some sort of exclusive relationship, or her father if she wasn’t. “Mrs. Summers?”

Flushed, pussy dripping onto the floor, she managed, “Ah- No, sir.” Good. That simplified things. Birth control wouldn’t have stopped me from impregnating her, but the students didn’t know that.

I thrust my cock into her tight cunt in one smooth motion. She spasmed and cried out, cumming immediately. “The first thing you’ll want to do when you get penetrated is to ask if he’d like to breed you.”

“Please, sir! Would you- AHHH, FUCK- Would… Would you like to breed meEEEE?!”

I looked up from the bitch’s bouncing ass, still maintaining a steady, hard and fast rhythm. The entire class seemed almost frozen in shock, watching me casually give them a lesson while fucking their insensate teacher to repeated orgasms. Despite their surprise, the arousal permeating the room was thick. In fact, a few hands could be seen snuck under shorts or skirts, pumping away into slick pussies.

None of those pussies were quite as slick as the one I was currently thrusting into, of that I was sure. I smiled. “Yes, Mrs. Summers, I would in fact like to breed you.” I delivered a satisfying SMACK! to her fat ass, making the pliant flesh ripple enticingly. “Now that the man has given confirmation of his desires, you should beg him, using the dirtiest, most degrading language you can think of to encourage him.

The slut on my cock barely had the presence of mind to speak at this point, but the kind of words I wanted from her came naturally. “PLEASE SIR! BREED YOUR BITCH! IMPREGNATE THIS CUNT! PUMP A LOAD OF BABY BATTER INTO YOUR SLUT!”

“Thank you, Mrs. Summers. Those are excellent things to say. You must have a lot of experience in these matters. Take note girls!”

After that, I mostly stayed quiet. I held the room effortlessly under my control, each slut completely captivated with my thrusting cock, wishing they could be in the place of their screaming teacher. I felt quite confident that my lessons had stuck. It didn’t hurt that the entire lecture had been given in a tone of Command, either. After another half hour of fucking, filled only by Mrs. Summers’ constant moans and cries, and my occasional comment, I decided my work here was done.

“When a man reaches the point of completion, he may warn you or he may not. The important thing is that you thank him, and clean off his cock afterward.” With that, I finished with a low groan, pumping my huge load into my bitch’s cunt. She came explosively at the same time, along with most of the class. By this point, there was barely a soul not masturbating.

Mrs. Summers had the presence of mind to say, “Thank you, sir! Thank you for giving me your babies!”

Once I had got her pussy overflowing, I spent the rest of my seed all over the floor. Then I walked around, sticking my cock into her open mouth, before wiping her spit off on her hair. Then I turned back to the class, saying, “That will be all for today. I hope to see you all soon.” I pointed to a particularly beautiful student. “Oh, and you can clean up the mess. With your tongue. Wouldn’t want to leave anything behind for Building Services to take care of.”

And so I made my exit, leaving the hall filled with sluts in complete and utter awe.