You meet Sam outside college aiming to help, but things go wrong very quickly

The next day finds you sitting in a café just off campus, wearing a fairly casual outfit, just a pair jeans and a white collared shirt. It's late afternoon, and all your appointments are done, so you have a couple hours to spend on what you see as a very worthy cause. Helping cute little Sam get over his shyness. While you wait for your favorite student to arrive, you're idly scanning a few scientific articles on your laptop. It's rather hard to focus on the dry jargon at the moment, especially considering the large and aching bulge between your legs that shows no sign of shrinking.

Of course you knew this was a risk. It's exactly why you jerked off three times at home before coming here. Only spraying your shower wall in what felt like gallons of cum hasn't even helped in the slightest. As soon as your thoughts stray from viral genetics and back to Sam the throbbing in your swollen cock grows that much more intense. Maybe you shouldn't have used him as material for all your fantasies, but it's increasingly hard not to. Things have gotten worse. Since that meeting yesterday, every time you stroke your stiff shaft you find yourself imagining doing some very naughty things to the adorable and girly boy.

Even as you sit here and try to read about new RNA sequencing techniques, you can't help but dream about what that delicious round butt of his will look like once you strip him out of those tight skinny jeans. You just want him bare and bent over your lap so you can spank those soft, perfect cheeks until he's kicking, howling and begging you for mercy. Then, once his two plump mounds are glowing scarlet and achingly tender, you'll pin him to your bed, fold his legs up past his head and shove your cock so deep in his tight little hole he'll be dribbling cum out out the other end by the time you're through. You're smiling lazily as increasingly degenerate fantasies flow through your mind like a river of filth, your eyes glazed over. It takes a moment and another painful throbbing of your swollen balls to remind you where you are.

Fucking Hell, focus Lucy! You're trying to help the kid, remember, not strip him bare and toss his naked body over your shoulder like some barbarian queen, carrying him off to be **** at your leisure. You shake your head furiously. What's wrong with you? Fantasizing about a cute boy is one thing, but this one is sending your sex drive into the stratosphere. It's getting to the point where you're actually worried you might not be able to control yourself. Worst still, he seems to attract your darkest instincts. You've always had a rampant taste for dominating boys in the bedroom, but something about how cute and innocent Sam is just makes you want to do some really nasty things to him. There's a sadistic, bullying edge to your fantasies about him that worries you. You tell yourself the last thing you want to do is hurt the poor boy, but even still you can't help but imagine holding him by the hair as he kneels in front of you, **** his throat as tears and drool stream down his cheeks. Then you'd pull your swollen shaft free and slap him across the face with it while berating him about how useless a cocksucker he is.

At least this time you're meeting in public, which should make sure you restrain your worst urges. Conveniently, it's also part of your plan to help pry him out of his shell. That is still why you're meeting him of course, no matter that part of you would rather it was to pry him out of his clothes. The way you see it, the reason why the adorable boy finds making friends so hard is that he already believes everything's going to go wrong before he even tries. A few bad experiences have left him worrying and over-thinking every move, so when he tries to talk to someone he ends up paralyzed and unable to act.

You want to jolt him out of this bad rhythm by taking him somewhere new and giving him a little practice. Ideally you'll get him comfortable by having a short chat, then with you to watch over him, he'll go and talk to some of the other customers here. Many of them are students too, so hopefully he can make a friend or two or at least have a nice conversation about university life, while you slip conveniently away and go jerk off again. That was the plan anyway. It's looking increasingly less likely to work if you can't get your head screwed on straight.

Your head snaps up as the door to the café swings open, followed moments later by your jaw hitting the floor. It's Sam, right on time like always, but the way he's dressed is like putting a slab of raw meat in front of a starving wolf, the slathering animal in question being you of course. He's wearing these tight little denim shorts, wrapping the two plump mounds of his delicious butt in straining fabric. Then he's got a pair of long stripy socks on, leaving an inch of soft thigh between that just draws your searing gaze like a target. His top half isn't much better, a light pale blue tank top that he really must have found in a girl's clothing shop. He actually has a bare fucking midriff, his pale little belly right there for you to stare at in furious lust. What the Hell is he thinking?

He hasn't spotted you yet, and a glance over the café confirms you're not the only one gawping. You see a lot of other boys suddenly stiff in their seats, gazing at him with comically confused expressions as they try to figure out if this is a girl they can pick up. He's cute enough you can tell a few are going to try anyway. The thought of some dumb, horny jock crudely hitting on your anxious Sam sends a dark and prickly feeling down your spine that has your hackles rise. You rise from your chair just as he spots you, slipping your laptop back into your bag and swinging it over your shoulder. He smiles and wave his hand in a limp and girly way as you step over to him, until the moment he realizes something's wrong and his cute little face falls.

"A moment, outside." You snap, as you stride past him. Sheer lust makes your voice sound rough and gravelly, so much so that he flinches back like he thinks you're mad at him. He's biting his lip again in that adorably anxious way as he follows you out the door and then a little further down onto a quieter street round the corner. As soon as you're both safe from prying eyes you whirl on him, your far taller body looming over his as he shrinks back against the wall of the café. "Now, what exactly are you wearing, Sam?" You growl the most urgent question. This close, cowering in front of you he looks even more appealing, girly and adorable, only his cute flat chest under that enticing tank-top hinting at the truth of his gender. You think you're probably drooling by now, the aching need between your legs starting to overwhelm your rational mind.

"Oh...Ms Black...I thought this was what you wanted." He glances at your feet, blushing furiously. "You told me...um, I was supposed to try and relax so I could stop worrying so much. This is what I wear when I'm alone in my dorm room and I always feel more relaxed then."

"You dress like this when you're alone?" You gasp hotly. Is he really this naïve? Does he have any idea what him looking like this does to a horny New Female like you?

"It's um...comfortable, Ms Black." He explains shyly, his hands working over each other in front of his bare tummy. Your anger's clearly getting to him, nervous shivers running down his spine. Somehow the fact that he's anxious only makes it even harder to resist the urge to shove him to his knees and get your cock in his throat. "These are all things I brought from home so they feel nice to wear. My other clothes aren't so good." You pause, still breathing hard and struggling to think this over through the haze of lust. For a moment there you were convinced this was a clumsy and rather dangerous attempt by a silly boy with a crush to hit on his teacher, only he doesn't know you're a New Female. Without that, he can't have guessed dressing so very feminine would be this appealing to you. He must be telling the truth, as dumb as that makes him! The stupid boy just has no idea what he's done!

"I can't." You growl, somehow finding the strength to tear your hungry gaze from the adorable boy. It causes you physical pain, the aching of your swollen shaft almost crippling. The straining bulge in your jeans is so obvious you're shocked he hasn't noticed it yet. "I can't do this." You've got to get out of here. Any longer and things are going to spiral out of control.

"Ms Black?" He whimpers, suddenly upset. He knows you're angry, but he hasn't figured out why. You're just turning to stagger away, then he starts squeaking again, sounding like he's on the verge of tears. "I'm...really sorry. I know I did something wrong again and made you upset, but...I don't know what it was." He sniffles wetly, and you pause, frozen in place. "Please...I don't think I could bear it if you were angry with me as well. I'll say sorry as many times as you want...I'll fix it, whatever it is. Please don't leave me here alone."

"You...you...you stupid boy." You spin on your heel as you snarl those words, and just like that you've pressed him against the wall with your far stronger, taller body, leaning down to plant a furious kiss right on those plump, pink lips.