I sat in the front row with my professor’s cum slowly leaking out of me for fifty-three minutes.

Every time I shifted in the hard wooden chair the red string dragged across my swollen clit. His release was warm at first, then cooling as it soaked into the thin line between my legs and spread across the insides of my thighs. I kept my knees pressed together under the desk. It didn’t help. By the thirty-minute mark I could feel it sliding down toward the edge of the seat. I was terrified someone would notice the wet spot forming under me.

Professor Hale lectured like nothing was wrong.

He paced...