control and make myself come he’ll spank me. I’m so excited I come in just a few seconds, and the next thing I know I’m laying over his lap. My cock gets rock hard again when he starts to finger my asshole, then when his hand comes down on my ass cheeks I come again all over his thighs.
That’s pretty much the moment when I come in real life. Five times in probably less than an hour. The thought of anything like that actually happening had me so jacked up I barely slept the whole night, and was ready to go to his office an hour early. I even had to stop off at a coffee shop to kill time so I wasn’t waiting outside his office door for him when he got there.
I decided I wanted to arrive about five minutes before nine. So I’m not too early, and don’t appear to eager, but I’m also not late. I wanted to do everything perfectly. I wanted to be perfect for Professor Lewis. He had invited me into his office during the break to make up this semester, and I decided that I was going to do everything within my power to impress him with what a perfect student, and omega, I could be.
4. Brady
My head was still swimming for days after I read Lawrence’s essay. In it he said every single thing I’d imagined since the first time I saw him, but had been too afraid to admit to myself. For years I’d wanted an omega to take care of and to mentor. One who had similar interests as I did. One who was as passionate about a family and about the sacred love between two partners as I was.
I’d experienced a lot of men in my life. I’d had beautiful relationships, and ones that ended badly. I’d been with submissive men, and men who were as vanilla as you could get. I’d had relationships with men who were older than me, the same age as me, and with men who were much younger. And I had to say, at this point in my life, I knew my preferences.
Young, submissive, and kinky.
This young man was everything I’d dreamt of, everything I’d prayed for. And here he was right under my nose. Right in my class where he was essentially untouchable. If he hadn’t written that essay there was no way I would have ever even hinted at anything sexual between us. It was too risky. But since he was so brave to make that first move, I couldn’t let this perfect moment just fade away. I had to seize the opportunity.
My plan was to have Lawrence immediately get to work on making up his assignments. I would be there to encourage him and coach him, if he needed it. But I wanted to go slow. I knew his essay was about me, but I still couldn’t come right out and tell him to sit down on my cock. I needed to start out more subtle, then work my way up to my big move.
But when the moment came, when Lawrence walked into my office at 9 a.m. on Monday morning, that choice was taken away from me. The second he entered and saw me sitting at my desk his cock immediately got hard. His pants tented out in front in the most obvious way imaginable. His hard-on was impossible for him to disguise, and I couldn’t help but smile at how embarrassed he was.
“I’m so sorry, Professor Lewis.”
He stood there in the middle of the room, looking around for something to cover himself with. When he started to walk towards the couch to grab a cushion I stopped him.
“Stay right where you are,” I commanded.
He looked up at me for a brief moment, then back down at the floor.
“Is that the way you greet all your professors?” I asked, barely able to conceal the smile that had spread across my face.
“No.”
“I couldn’t hear you.”
“No, sir. It’s not the way I greet all of my professors.”
I paused for a long moment, relishing the way Lawrence squirmed in place, his cock still straining against his pants.
“So this is just for me then?”
“Yes, sir,” he mumbled.
“Speak clearly when you address me, young man.”
“Yes, sir,” he said, his voice louder and stronger. “It’s for you.”
“Tell me why.”
Lawrence was clearly shocked and even further embarrassed by this request, but he did as he was told. “Because you’re perfect,” he said. “You’re everything I’ve dreamed