“Kneel down before me.”

Silently, your professor kneels before you and looks up at your face, her own of fearful apprehension.

“Want to guess what you’re going to do next?” you grin wickedly.

“No,” she gulps. “I know what you want. I just don’t want to do it.”

“Any reason as to why?”

“It, it’s dirty and degrading.”

“Oh, this is going to be dirty and degrading all right,” you say, unzipping the fly to your blue jeans. You push your faded briefs down and grasp your thick dick, pointing it at Professor Porter’s chest.

“I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time,” you say. “Any of my teachers of the years would have done, but to have you! Priceless. Now don’t move and don’t speak til I say!”

With relish, you release your bladder, yellow urine spraying out of your prick onto Professor Porter’s bosom. Small tears fall from her hazel eyes as soft whimpers escape her throat.

Eventually, your bladder is empty, and the professor reeks of your piss. She looks at you, her eyes trembling with tears.

“Before I release you Professor,” you smile. “I’ve got a few more things to tell you. First, you won’t tell anyone about this. In fact, you will do what you can to prevent me from telling anyone. Secondly, after you’ve cleaned yourself up, you won’t wash the clothes that smell of my piss. You’ll sniff at each reeking item every day as a reminder not to cross me in the future and also be aroused so you’ll lust for my cock. The intensity will increase with each sniff until you beg for me to humiliate you again. Any questions?”

“No,” she shakes her head.

“Good,” you grin. “You reek. Get away from me.”

With a wail, your professor stands up and runs out of the lecture hall.