It was another hot and humid day on the campus of Xavier University. The leaves were beginning to change color, signaling the start of autumn, but inside many of the buildings, it felt more like summer was dragging on. Professor Sterling was teaching his Intro to Sociology class when he noticed one of his students, Denver, looking particularly uncomfortable. She sat in the front row, always attentive and eager to participate, but today she seemed distracted.
As the class continued, Denver's discomfort became more evident. Her eyebrows were knitted together, and she kept shifting uncomfortably in her seat. It wasn't until the end of class that Professor Sterling realized what was wrong - she needed to use the restroom.
"Denver, could you stay after class for a moment?" he asked.
She nodded, gathering her things quickly, and followed him into his office. He shut the door and turned to face her, noticing for the first time just how pale she looked.
"Are you feeling okay, Denver?" he asked, realizing he might have sounded a bit too concerned.
She nodded again, biting her lip nervously. "Yeah, I'm fine," she stammered. "I just really need to use the bathroom."
Professor Sterling smiled reassuringly. "Of course. Go ahead," he said, gesturing towards the door.
As she walked out of his office, he couldn't help but feel a strange mixture of concern and excitement. There was something about Denver that he found incredibly attractive, and he wondered if maybe she felt the same way about him.
He watched as Denver walked down the hall, her hips swaying gently beneath her skirt. She disappeared around a corner, and he let out a slow breath, trying to control the butterflies in his stomach. He’d never had such strong feelings for a student before, but there was just something about Denver that drew him in.
A few minutes later, she returned looking flustered. "I'm sorry," she said apologetically. “I really gotta go.”
Professor Sterling nodded understandingly. “Of course. Why don't you use the bathroom right here?” he suggested casually, gesturing towards a black leather chair in the corner of the room.
She hesitated, glancing uneasily at the chair. "Are you sure?" she asked quietly.
He nodded again, smiling reassuringly. “It’s okay. You can use my personal bathroom if you prefer, but why not just take care of it now?” he said, walking over to the chair and pulling out a rolled up magazine.
She swallowed hard, feeling a strange mixture of fear and excitement begin to rise within her. She’d never done anything like this before, but something about the way Professor Sterling was looking at her made her feel… desired.
Slowly, she walked over to the chair and sat down. She let out a small gasp as she felt pressure building up inside her, she needed to shit, and she needed to shit now. Before she knew it, she was pushing hard, the warm liquid rushing out of her and splattering against the cold, hard metal beneath her.
She let out a moan of relief, leaning back in the chair. It felt so good to finally release the pressure building up inside her. She looked over at Professor Sterling, who was now standing just a few feet away, his eyes locked on hers.
"That was quite a load," he remarked, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "You must be holding onto it quite tight."
She blushed, realizing that her shit was now covering the chair. "I'm sorry," she stuttered, feeling more embarrassed than she had ever felt in her life.
Professor Sterling walked over to her, his footsteps echoing against the hardwood floor. He reached down and pulled up her skirt, revealing her cracked and shitty panties to her embarrassment.
"Don't be sorry," he said softly, his voice resonating with a strange mix of authority and desire. "You did a wonderful job."
Without warning, he stepped back, pushing her forward so that she was now leaning against the chair. Her legs were spread and exposed, and for a moment, she thought he was going to have his way with her right there in the office. But instead, he just stood there, watching as she caught her breath.
"Do you want to try again?" he asked, his hand moving to his crotch. "Or should I take care of it for you?"
She swallowed hard, unsure of what to say. She wanted him to take care of it, of course. That's why she was here, wasn't she? But at the same time, she felt a strange sense of power knowing that she had brought him to this point.
"I… I don't know," she stammered, feeling her cheeks flush with embarrassment.
He took a step closer, his erection now pressing against her leg. "Make a decision, Denver," he whispered, his voice low and threatening. "Because I'm getting pretty damn impatient."
In that moment, she felt a rush of adrenaline, a mix of fear and excitement that made her heart race. She looked up at him, trembling slightly, and whispered the only thing that came to mind.
"I want you to take care of it," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
And with that, he pushed her forward, sliding his cock easily into her tight, shitty asshole. She gasped as he filled her up, feeling the warmth of his urine flowing through her body. She closed her eyes and let out a moan, surrendering to the raw, animalistic pleasure coursing through her.
As he released his load deep inside her, she let out a scream of delight, her body shaking with the intensity of her orgasm. When he finally pulled out, she collapsed against the chair, feeling drained and spent.
"Thank you, Professor Sterling," she whispered, her voice hoarse from the experience. "That was... incredible."
He chuckled, a predatory glint in his eye. "I told you, Denver," he replied, his voice echoing against the bare walls of his office. "You're quite the little stunner."
