Shocked at yourself, but Sam wants more

You wake slowly from a very pleasant sleep, basking in the afterglow of that amazing dream you just had. Cute little Sam naked in your apartment, doing all those wonderful, nasty things to him, breaking him into your sissy fucktoy. You smile lazily to yourself as your bleary eyes flutter open. What a fantasy, you'll be jerking off that dream for months. You always knew you had a wild imagination when it came to cute boys who caught your fancy but that had been on another level. Almost a shame it'll just never happen. Your sex drive is rather wild at times, but you'd never lose control to that extent, even if a pretty little morsel like Sam paraded in front of you in pink lingerie.

Then you feel a soft, warm tongue trace along your heavy balls, licking at the wrinkled skin in a lingering, devoted way and your blood freezes in its veins. You slowly lower your gaze, and there, between your widely spread legs, is Sam. The pretty, girly boy is lying flat on his belly on your bed, naked of course, his pretty face pressed against your sweaty sack and your soft cock drooped over his hair. He's making out with your balls like they were the lips of his beloved crush, tenderly kissing each heavy orb in turn, then holding them in his soft lips and sucking in ways that make your toes curl. Even as you feel your stomach drop like a stone, your massive cock stirs, stiffening slightly in his hair.

"What...?" You manage to stammer, your head still fuzzy from that brief nap. His mouth filled with one of your balls, leaving his cheeks puffed out, Sam glances up at your face, his big, blue eyes finding yours. The look he gives you stops your heart. Warm, aching devotion, utterly submissive, like you're some Goddess he just wants to offer himself to entirely and serve with every fiber of his being. He doesn't even stop tenderly caressing your ball with his lips and tongue, and you realize he's still waiting for your order to stop licking you there. Your cock is getting harder every moment, standing up stiff above his head now, and you feel the same fiery heat of arousal that so clouded your judgement until you thought it was okay to take one of your students to bed and treat him like a sex-toy. "Sam..." You gasp, as memories of just how hard you fucked the poor boy drift through your mind. "Are you alright?" Your ball slips free of his mouth with a pop, and he wriggles back a little, keeping close to your cock like he's just waiting for the order to resume his tender worship of your sweaty sack.

"Yes Ms. Black." He nods, his voice breathless. "I'm okay. Better than okay. I know...I didn't do very much for you, but I promise I'm going to try harder from now on! I'll do everything you want, and I'll make it as good for you as I can!" The words babble from his lips like he just can't hold them back, more eager and enthusiastic than you've ever heard the shy boy. They're so earnest too...he really means every word. Your cock throbs, as you can't help but imagine the things you'd want to do to a cute boy that **** to please you. Fuck it...you've already started! You made your eighteen year old student suck your cock, then fucked his poor butt until he was a broken, mewling toy! And now he adores you for it!

"Fuck..." You breath hoarsely. "Damn it!" You want to slap yourself across the face, hard. You probably will as soon as you get this poor ravaged boy out of your apartment. Then you're going to have to throw yourself on the mercy of the college, tell student services you bedded some poor eighteen year old you were supposed to be tutoring. You're probably getting fired for this, you know, but...fucking hell you deserve it if you can't control yourself around your students. Better that than letting this happen again. "Sam...I'm sorry." You begin haltingly, wondering what you can even say to the boy now. "I never should have...this was a mistake."

"No, Ms. Black!" He gasps out, wriggling up onto his knees on the bed. His face falls, hollow and despairing. It's almost like he was both expecting and utterly dreading you to say that. "I know I wasn't good enough, but I'll try harder, I promise! Please...just give me another chance." His voice breaks in a hoarse little sniffle, and you see tears glistening in his big, blue eyes. "I'll suck your cock, properly this time! And not just now, whenever you want! Or if you want to do other things too! I'll do anything...please..." You bite your lip hard as the cutest boy you've ever met sobs and whimpers naked on your bed, begging for the chance to be your cocksleeve again.

"I can't." You stammer somehow, rising up from your pillows. Sitting on the bed in front of him, you try to speak as calmly as you can. No matter how hard you try though, you can't stop your gaze from hungrily drifting down his bare, pale chest towards his soft thighs. "Sam, you're my student. I took advantage of you, I'm sorry. I was supposed to be helping you, and instead...I did this. I'll get some clothes for you. Your phone too, if there's someone you want to call, someone who can come fetch you, tell them to come here." You start to slide off the bed, meaning to get some distance between you before you start to weaken once again. Only Sam doesn't let you. With a shrill sob he throws himself at you, wrapping his arms around your shoulder and pressing his slender body against your arm.

"No Ms. Black" He sobs, burying his face in your neck. You freeze, feeling the warmth of his soft, smooth skin on your own. "Please...don't throw me away. I want to be yours. I don't care about anything else! I'll quit college so you don't get in trouble and then you can do whatever you want with me. Please...last night was so amazing. It's the only time I've ever known that anyone even wanted me, and the things you did just felt so amazing! I wasn't any good, I know, but I'll get better if you teach me!" He pauses, taking shuddering breaths as hot tears drip from his cheeks onto your skin. You turn your head slowly, staring down into the pretty face of this darling boy who gave you one of the most pleasurable nights of your life and doesn't even know it. He looks back at you with glistening eyes filled with tears and then he speaks five more words that send a shock through you, even though you should have known all along this was what he meant to say. "I...love you, Ms. Black."