You're a bit of a ladies' man

The familiar sensation of a grad-student gently sucking your morning stiffy to stir you from your nightly slumber is joined by the distinctive feeling of your scrotum being tongued, but it takes you a moment to remember who shared your bed last night. Throwing back the covers and looking down, you see the angelic face of French lectrice Léa Dupond beside and slightly beneath your student Bethany's glorious countenance, smiling while she sucks your balls into her mouth one by one. You lean back with a sigh and surrender to the combined talents of two enthusiastic and skilled young women.

It's not unusual for Léa to spend the night with you. She's by far the prettiest of your colleagues and you're technically not her superior, being from different faculties, so it was natural for you to fancy a tryst. What was unexpected was how willing, even eager, she was to begin a casual relationship with a man twice her age, give or take. The fact that more often than not, she ended up over your knee or touching her toes at some point in each evening you spent together seemed to encourage, rather than dissuade her. Even more surprising, she's not the only one.

Over the last six months, you've seduced a number of women who ought to have been far out of your league, but were more than happy to fill your bed and showed no discomfort at the knowledge that you also have to train your grad-students in the sexual arts. Colleagues, visiting academics, the occasional tourist and even a relative or two of students living in college have succumbed to the charms you didn't know you had before you found the Rulebook. Whether it's the added confidence you exude or some unforeseen consequence of the rules you created that makes a strict disciplinarian irresistible to a certain type of attractive young woman, you've had no trouble in the romance department. In fact, you're so successful that you hardly bother to claim sexual tips any more. Well, only a couple of times a day.

Your wandering mind returns to the present. Bethany has moved to suckle your arsehole, whilst Léa mounts you and rides you towards your first orgasm of the day. You open your eyes to see her sore, throbbing nipples bobbing in front of your face and grin at the memory of spanking them with a serving spoon last night until they became wet with their owner's tears. You fasten your teeth on one of the aching nubs and your lover's moan of agony sends you over the edge, shuddering with the release of your passion.

The slender blonde helps you shower and dress, then the two of you head downstairs to breakfast prepared by your grad-student. You sit, but Léa stands, her naked body something you'll never tire of watching over the first meal of the day, then you all share a taxi into college, the lectrice getting dressed on the way. You've found that keeping her nude as much as possible gets her hornier than you'd believe possible, which is a state of affairs you very much wish to cultivate. For the rest of the short journey, you each check your correspondence on your smartphones, before separating with polite and professional goodbyes after Bethany pays the driver. You don't make any definite plans to meet up again; Léa tends to be available whenever you're at a loose end, anyway.