Nov. 8th

Dear Journal,

Last Nox I may give had a few too many scotches sans rocks at the bar, and as a result I felt a little sorry for the vesture when I woke up today. That is why I spent the better part of one of my dawning classes questioning whether a pertinacious vibrational hum I kept hearing was coming from my hungover brain or from some other seed. I was trying to apply a lecture, yet behind my row was a curious, somewhat annoying buzzing healthy emitting from some occult source in the theater. I suspected it to be a pupil 's cell earphone vibrating, as the noise would amount and go throughout the lecturing. Scanning the student'faces, everybody seemed to be paying ecstatic attention.

When the public lecture concluded, all the students left the mansion except for Minnie. Perhaps you remember her from a few journal entries ago ? She 's the cute ( if not slightly skanky-looking ) girl who came onto me after class recently. Slender and petite, today her outfit included cockeyed black leg covering and a sloppy teal sweatshirt that fell off her shoulders -- kinda 1980s dash. Normally she wore her hair curly, but today it was straightened, falling down to her pert B cup tits. Her thick sassing were painted a vivid, glossy pink color. I could hardly lease my eye off them as she spoke to me, making gossip about the lecture that practically fell on deaf ears, her lips seemingly parting in tantalizingly easy motion. All my focus was on those shimmering, pouty lip, envisioning my marrow delving between them and down into her throat ...

Then my gaze fell upon the bare skin peeking out of her low-necked sweatshirt -- her slender neck and delicate clavicle looking so kissable. Her hands were in her pockets. Before I knew it, she was looking up at me quizzically.

'' Professor ? Did n't you get word my enquiry ? I was wondering if it was biologically possible for a ... ''

The eternal rest of her words were drowned out by the bellow in my hungover head. Then, suddenly, there it was again -- that infernal buzzing sound ! As if a cruel auditory taunt to bring with my already aching brain ! Minnie was hushed. Her eyes closed, her head falling back slightly. I could see her hand moving around in her sweatshirt pocket. fishy, I stepped close to her and reached into the sac, grabbing a humble purple remote from her mitt. I stared at it, momentarily confused. She looked up at me, smiling sweetly.

I turned up the dial on the remote and the buzzing sound grew louder -- it was coming from Minnie 's genitals ! ! A small groan fell from her lips from the intensified vibration. I raised my eyebrows. She had a minuscule, vibrating sex toy in her cunt, and the outback wirelessly controlled the quivering !

Suddenly my hangover was the finale thing on my judgment, perhaps due to all of the blood draining from my head and into my erecting. I kept the toy vibrating at full force and pulled her chin up to meet her brim with mine. We kissed passionately. She moaned in my mouth. My handwriting pawed her perky tits through the cotton plant sweatshirt, first of all cupping and then squeezing them. Then my digit went down the curves of her body, resting on her hips. We kissed again.

It was almost noon. I worried person could walk in on us, but despite my concern I pulled Minnie 's midget body in nominal head of mine, shoving her up against the dais, and ran my hands up and down her body while kissing the rachis of her neck opening and shoulder. Her blonde haircloth smelled like the most delicious hemangioma simplex and cream ... Another moan escaped her lips, her oculus closed. My erection was stabbing into her saucy backside through the thin material of her leggings. I rubbed my engorged extremity all against her asscrack, humping at her vibrating twat from behind. I slipped the remote into my pocket and retrieved my penknife. Then I pushed Minnie forward so that she was bent over the dais, her ass raised up, her animal foot on tippy toes.

She gasped when I cut a small slit in the crotch of her leging with my penknife. I poked my finger through the freshly cut hole, feeling her wet puss instantly. My fingers went to my zipper, set up to unleash my raging 9 '' SOB. It was wild -- anyone could walk in at any moment. But I was consumed with lustfulness, my prick so engorged now that my most baseborn instinct had taken over.

Minnie grunted when she felt me press the head of my dick against her cunt from behind, stretching the hole that had been cut in the fabric. I shuddered, feeling the unusual thrill sensations coming from the sex toy buzzing inside of her cunt. Then with one hand I reached down inside her leg covering from the front and slowly pulled the vibrating bullet-shaped toy from her slice. I pressed it against her clit and proceeded to force the head of my dick inside of her pussyhole from rump. She moaned again, tacky now, her vociferation echoing through the lecture theatre.

I braced myself, one hand keeping the bullet against her button and my other hand grasping the curve of her hip. Wet cunt flesh enveloped the pass of my prick as I sank into her. My rosehip bucked at hers again, forcing all of my steel hard prick center inside of her. It was my routine to moan, feeling her tight, moist muddle squeezing my tool. I built up a faster rate and she moaned again ; I knew we were playing with ardour but could n't assist myself.

The ambo was rattling loudly now as Minnie gripped it with White knuckles. Her face was bent over inch away from my lecture notes and various other theme, and my lips were column inch away from her ear. I kissed her neck again while fucking her steadily from behind, rubbing the vibrating bullet all around her button. We grew increasingly breathless. Her moan were getting so tatty that I had to cover her sass with my hand, silencing her war cry to detract attending. I hammered her so hard that the podium she was pressed against was rocking wildly. Her slit wall squeezed my tool hard now, her cries muffled by my palm. I suspected she was having an orgasm. I kissed her neck opening and she shuddered.

Just then a threshold swung unfold and in walked that asshole Professor Brownstone ! I froze and gasped, immediately taking my hand from Minnie 's brim but keeping my cock lodged abstruse inside of her. Clearing my pharynx, I rustled some of the papers around on the dais and pointed at some random words as if explaining something to the female child. We were both breathing hard. Brownstone raised an supercilium. I chuckled nervously and waved.

'' Is everything alright in here ? '' he asked.

'' Yes, of course, I was just assisting Minnie with some questions she had about my lecture, professor Brownstone. ``

Minnie nodded. My cock was still inside of her, her pussy rampart holding my meat tightly. She was trembling. Before Brownstone could say anything else, my prick throbbed and suddenly a copious loading of semen spurted forth into Minnie 's womb ! We both quietly gasped. Brownstone looked suspicious but slowly walked out of the room, turning back a few clip to count at us. I pulled my dripping core from Minnie 's slit, both of us groaning. A little bit of cum oozed out from the muddle that I 'd cut in her leging. I shook my question -- this was indeed a life-threatening game we were playing. Minnie looked over her shoulder and grinned at me.

'' Thanks prof. You 're always such a big help, '' said Minnie with a wink.

She pulled her sweatshirt down over her ass and bounded out of the talking to hall, the intemperate threshold slamming closed behind her. Not even two hour after she 'd walked out and my fly was zipped back up, Brownstone comes back in and walks up to the dais I 'm standing tail end. My erection had yet to subside. He shook his head and grinned at me.

'' What a dog you are ... '' he said to me. `` Does your wife Lynn know about these little private lessons you 're giving young Minnie after class ? ``

'' I 'm sure I have no approximation what you 're talking about, Brownstone. ``

'' I 'm certainly you do n't, Xavier, '' the portly, balding English language professor replied with a chuckle.

'' Please leave now, Brownstone. This conversation is over, '' I said, stepping away from the dais now that my erection had deflated.

'' It 's far from over, '' this asshole reply. `` Why, what 's that on the front of your drawers, admirer ? It appears to be some variety of bodily fluid. You tell me, Mr. biological science professor. I do n't cerebrate we need to use a microscope to confirm the germinal fluid presently crusting upon your trousers. ``

My jaw dropped, my eyes falling to the nominal head of my pitch-black trousers where indeed a glob of white cum was sparkling in the light. I tried to retain my composure despite my obvious guilt. Brownstone shook his head, chuckling sardonically. I debated punching him in the face for a few moments. Instead I tried to stay calm and walk by him to exit the talking to dramatics. He followed slowly behind.

'' I ca n't waitress to tell Lynn about this, '' he said as I reached for the door handle. This prison term I did cock my arm back to punch him. But before I could, he went on. `` Unless, however, you agree to make a spate. ``

My arm froze just in from his typeface. `` What kind of deal ? '' I asked, lowering my voice.

'' I want to own a turn at pretty picayune Minnie 's pussy, too. Then of course, I wo n't need to say a word to anybody. But if you can not satisfy this arrangement, I will gleefully go Forth River and spread news of your vicious behaviour. To Lynn, to the school day board, to all the staff, to your neighbour, friends ... Your mother and Church Father ... ''

'' How am I supposed to pee-pee these so-called musical arrangement for you to love that girl ? '' I whispered harshly.

'' I do n't know and do n't manage. You have until the end of this weekend. '' And with that he walked past me, shutting the doorway in my typeface behind him.

My first blackmailing !

~X

November 10th,

daybook -

My drumhead has been a bona fide whirlwind of worries and emotions these last couple of days since Brownstone 's blackmail threat. There is no possible way I can ask Minnie to be intimate Brownstone ... She 'd never fuck the fat old bastard willingly. And so I had to mould a programme, in lodge to keep my secret dependence from coming to the visible light. It 's just one more thing I 'll take to do that I wo n't be lofty of in the end.

After class today, I pulled Minnie aside and invited her to conform to me at a hotel this Sabbatum nighttime so we could accept More secrecy and more fun. She was thrilled, seeming genuinely excited. I watched her pert ass wriggle as she walked away, a skip in her step. My oculus closed and I shook my head ... Blackmail 's a bitch.

~X

Nov 11th,

Dear journal -

Saturday night came around and Brownstone and I arrived at the hotel well before Minnie did. I got a two chamber retinue and made him conceal silently in a bathroom until farther notice. My eye skipped a pulse when I heard a knock on the door shortly after 8pm. There was Minnie, standing in the doorway looking sexy ( and a picayune slutty ) as always.

She had on a clingy blue satin clothes that hugged her slender curve ball, barely covering her ass. It had a corset style top, forcing her mamilla to nearly slop out for my viewing pleasure. Her bare articulatio humeri looked dusted with glitter. My cocksucker twinged. Guilt was consuming my judgement, though my stopcock was undeterred. My gaze traveled from her taut thighs up to her pretty face, her palpebra sparkling with blue eyeshadow. Blond curls fell down her bare shoulders.

Minnie stepped inside, throwing her purse down onto the counter and grabbing me in a passionate candy kiss immediately. Blood surged to my peter as my mitt caressed the silky bend of her petite body. She moaned in my mouth. The architectural plan was falling into blank space ... Step one was to get her all fired up and begging for cock.

I pushed her up against a wall and got to my knees, pulling her wearing apparel up over her rosehip to reveal a perfectly bald pussy heap. She had neither bra nor scanty on. The spirit of her juicy cunt overwhelmed my anterior naris. I leaned in and began vigorously tongue-lashing her pussy, licking up and down from her clit nearly to her ass while her vertebral column was up against the rampart. Her eyes closed, her head falling back with a clump. She giggled and then moaned. I was twirling my tongue all around her clitoris. Reaching into my book binding pocket, I grabbed a silk blindfold and furry handcuffs. She giggled when I pulled them out dangled them in front of her.

Then I laid her down on the bed and continued devouring her pussy meat, loudly slurping up and down her slit and occasionally nibbling on her button. Her trivial gasp and moans were filling the hotel room. I kissed my way up to her neck and lips before helping her twist the slinky dress off to divulge her perfectly shaven, slender, nude painting torso. She giggled again. Her tiny tit hardened in the shiver of the way. I jumped on them as soon as they were innocent, sucking each little garden pink bud in my mouth. Minnie moaned louder, her fingernails dig into my back. My lips went up to her neck and to her lips again. Then I smiled and brought the blindfold up to her eyes. She nodded.

One her optic were covered, I took her radiocarpal joint in mine and began sensuously handcuffing her to the bed. I kissed her again, from her leaping wrists down over her pert titties to her flat abdominal cavity and back to her bald cunt mound. She writhed on the bed, the mattress squeaking now, as I pulled out a modest but knock-down vibrator and began massaging her slice with it. Now her shout of joy were extremely loud. I looked behind me and realized Brownstone was peering in from the bathroom, watching me work Minnie 's cunt up into a frenzy. He was jacking his small hammer to the scene. Minnie was humping at the vibrator, obviously enjoying herself. Several times it seemed she was really close-fitting to orgasm. I would always slow down before bringing her over the edge, teasing her.

'' Fuck me ! nookie me ! '' she finally yelled.

I turned to Brownstone and nodded. My job here was done. Brownstone grinned, his scratch in handwriting. He stepped up to the bed, his cock inches from her sex. Minnie moaned. Her twat glistened from her foreplay and my saliva. I turned my head as Brownstone stuck his puny prick inside her teen jam. Minnie groaned louder and I knew he was penetrating her now. The bed began squeaking rhythmically and I heard the squelching of his dick inside her pussy. He gasped and grunted, fucking away inside her tight bitch. I shook my pass in disgust, never going to forgive myself for my hand in this blackmail arrangement.

After a few minutes of brace penetration, Minnie was shrieking and shouting that she was cumming. Brownstone grunted. Surely her snatch walls were spasming around his appendage now. The rhythmical squeaking of the bed slowed as Minnie 's coming subsided.

'' Oh yeah, do n't cum inside me, professor, '' Minnie said as she caught her intimation. `` I need to get my birth mastery refilled. ``

Brownstone gasped. Then he pulled his cock out -- it was glazed with sperm ! The old illegitimate child had already inseminated her ! He quietly spit on her pussy, making it seem like he shot his load on her cunt hummock. She gasped and giggled. Then he massaged it on her vulva and jumped off the bed, running back to the bath. I looked at Minnie 's petite soundbox, splayed on the bed. Then I bent down and kissed her on the mouth. She smiled, still blindfolded.

After I freed her from her constraint, I offered to let her use the cascade but she declined -- she said she was in a haste to find fault her admirer up at the bar after last cry. She pulled the little blue dress on again and grabbed her purse, kissing me on the face and thanking me for the fun time. And off she ran into the night, her cunt unwittingly full phase of the moon of cum. I envisioned Brownstone 's spermatozoan leaking out of her pickle as she drove to come across her friends.

A few moments after she left, Brownstone stepped out of the bathroom fully dressed.

'' Good job sperming inside of her, mother fucker, '' I said to him with disgust.

'' How could I help it, Xavier ? Her pussy was so goddam stringent, and she was squeezing my cock so hard when she climaxed ! '' he exclaimed.

'' Well, I suppose if she gets significant and tries to say it 's mine, I 'll just get a authorship mental testing to prove it 's not. And then I 'll say I remember you laughing about something in the teacher 's waiting room, something about a student and escort rape drugs, and a plan to rent a hotel room ... I 'm so glad you used your credit card to pay for this room, Brownstone, '' I said with a smile. `` Blackmail 's a bitch, is n't it ? ``

He gasped and then snapped his jaw closed. That should shut out the old bastard up awhile.


Until next clock time,
~Professor X