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You are not going to let whatever is going on get the best of you, so you decide to man up and go to school. On the ride to work you try and figure out what you can do about this whole supposed curse bit. If this keeps up, then you're going to have to find someone who can help you, but who are you going to tell that will believe you, for that matter, who would you be comfortable enough letting know such embarrassing things.

You are late to Professor Clark's class, so you take a seat towards the back of the smallish class room. He is giving a long lecture, and you have a hard time catching on, when suddenly he notices you. The strangest thing happens with his eyes, they sort of glaze over and then glow before going back to normal.

"Mr. Adam's could you come up here please" Your professor says. You look at him dumbfounded. What could he want? Is he going to make an example out of you for being late to class? You stand up and start towards the front of the room, most everyone's eyes are on you now.

"What's this about professor?" You ask.

"I have to take a leak, and I need somewhere to deposit it" He says as he reaches down and starts to unzip his pants. Horror comes over you as you find yourself now standing right in front of him. You want to run. You can't though, the thought of him pissing into you, of him using you as a urinal, it is too alluring. You are trying to fight these desires you have, this sudden thirst, but you can't.

You find yourself on your knees, your eyes glued to your professor's pants. You watch as he fishes his dick out, it's in its flaccid state of course, and it is humongous. You don't feel any attraction to it specifically, its more about what's about ready to he ejected from it.

You manage to hesitate just for a moment, you look around you at the class full of fellow students about ready to watch you guzzle down fresh urine. Its almost enough to give you the strength to leave. But the pull of piss is too strong and you find yourself opening your mouth wide.

A yellow stream of urine shoots out from your professor's dick. Its aimed perfectly and lands directly into your mouth, hitting your tongue before draining down into your throat. It doesn't taste as horrible as you would have imagined. Its warm and salty and kind of bitter and it still tastes pretty bad. Although part of you could see yourself getting use to the taste, to even grow to love it.

Your cock is hard again, straining against the fabric of your pants.

The stream comes to an end sooner than you want it to, but when it does and the professor begins putting his cock back away, that's when you come back to your senses and realize what you just went through with. The classroom is laughing at you. The professor says you can take your seat now so he can get back to the lesson at hand, but in all honesty you just want to get out of there. So you do, you run out of the classroom as fast as you can.