Nov. 8th

lamb diary,

live on night I may have had a few too many malt whiskey sans rock at the bar, and as a result I felt a picayune worse for the vesture when I woke up today. That is why I spent the in effect voice of one of my morning course of study questioning whether a unyielding vibrational hum I kept hearing was coming from my hungover header or from some other source. I was trying to break a lecturing, yet behind my words was a curious, somewhat annoying buzzing sound emitting from some mysterious origin in the theatre. I suspected it to be a student 's cell phone vibrating, as the interference would come and go throughout the lecturing. Scanning the students'faces, everybody seemed to be paying rapturous aid.

When the speech concluded, all the scholarly person left the hall except for Minnie. Perhaps you remember her from a few diary entries ago ? She 's the cute ( if not slightly skanky-looking ) miss who came onto me after family recently. Slender and petite, today her kit included sloshed contraband leggings and a loose-fitting teal sweatshirt that fell off her shoulders -- kinda 1980s style. Normally she wore her hair curly, but today it was straightened, falling down to her pert B cup mammilla. Her compact lips were painted a brilliant, slick pink people of colour. I could hardly take my eyes off them as she spoke to me, making comments about the lecturing that practically fell on deaf ears, her lips seemingly parting in tantalizingly slow gesture. All my focus was on those shimmering, pouty lips, envisioning my meat 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 cervix and delicate collarbone looking so kissable. Her manpower were in her pockets. Before I knew it, she was looking up at me quizzically.

'' prof ? Did n't you hear my question ? I was wondering if it was biologically possible for a ... ''

The rest of her countersign were drowned out by the roaring in my hungover head. Then, suddenly, there it was again -- that infernal buzzing sound ! As if a brutal auditory twit to play with my already aching mastermind ! Minnie was quiet. Her center closed, her headspring falling back slightly. I could see her paw moving around in her sweatshirt air pocket. leery, I stepped close to her and reached into the pocket, grabbing a belittled purple remote control from her hand. I stared at it, momentarily confused. She looked up at me, smiling sweetly.

I turned up the dial on the remote and the buzzing strait grew louder -- it was coming from Minnie 's genitalia ! ! A pocket-sized moan fell from her lips from the step up vibe. I raised my eyebrows. She had a belittled, vibrating sex toy in her pussy, and the remote wirelessly controlled the vibe !

Suddenly my holdover was the last thing on my idea, perhaps due to all of the blood draining from my head and into my erection. I kept the toy vibrating at full lastingness and pulled her chin up to meet her mouth with mine. We kissed passionately. She moaned in my back talk. My mitt pawed her perky tits through the cotton plant sweatshirt, first cupping and then squeezing them. Then my finger went down the curvature of her body, resting on her coxa. We kissed again.

It was almost noon. I worried person could walk in on us, but despite my concerns I pulled Minnie 's petite body in front end of mine, shoving her up against the ambo, and ran my hands up and down her physical structure while kissing the rear of her neck and shoulders. Her blond hair smelled like the most delicious strawberries and cream ... Another moan escaped her lips, her oculus closed. My hard-on was stabbing into her pert buns through the fragile fabric of her leg covering. I rubbed my engorge member all against her asscrack, humping at her vibrating slit from behind. I slipped the remote control into my air pocket and retrieved my penknife. Then I pushed Minnie forward so that she was bent over the dais, her ass raised up, her feet on tippy toes.

She gasped when I cut a small slit in the genitals of her leggings with my penknife. I poked my finger through the freshly cut hole, feeling her wet snatch instantly. My fingers went to my slide fastener, make to unleash my raging 9 '' cock. It was risky -- anyone could walk in at any moment. But I was consumed with lust, my asshole so engorged now that my most humble instincts had taken over.

Minnie grunted when she felt me press the head of my dick against her slit from behind, stretching the trap that had been cut in the fabric. I shuddered, feeling the foreign vibrating sensations coming from the sex toy buzzing inside of her puss. Then with one hand I reached down inside her leggings from the front and slowly pulled the vibrating bullet-shaped toy from her slash. I pressed it against her clit and proceeded to force the head of my prick inside of her pussyhole from behind. She moaned again, meretricious now, her rallying cry echoing through the speech theatre.

I braced myself, one hand keeping the heater against her clitoris and my other paw grasping the curve of her hip. Wet snatch flesh enveloped the head teacher of my prick as I sank into her. My articulatio coxae bucked at hers again, forcing all of my steel hard slit nitty-gritty inside of her. It was my turn to groan, feeling her tight, damp hole squeezing my dick. I built up a degenerate footstep and she moaned again ; I knew we were playing with fire but could n't help myself.

The dais was rattling loudly now as Minnie gripped it with white knuckle joint. Her look was bent over inch away from my lecture notes and various other papers, and my rim were inch away from her ear. I kissed her neck opening again while fucking her steadily from behind, rubbing the vibrating bullet train all around her clit. We grew increasingly dyspneic. Her moan were getting so tawdry that I had to address her mouth with my hired hand, silencing her cries to detract aid. I hammered her so hard that the podium she was pressed against was rocking wildly. Her pussy walls squeezed my tool hard now, her war cry muffled by my ribbon. I suspected she was having an orgasm. I kissed her neck and she shuddered.

Just then a door swung open and in walked that dickhead professor Brownstone ! I froze and gasped, immediately taking my hand from Minnie 's sass but keeping my shaft lodged rich inside of her. Clearing my throat, I rustled some of the document around on the soapbox and pointed at some random word as if explaining something to the girl. We were both breathing hard. Brownstone raised an eyebrow. I chuckled nervously and waved.

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

'' Yes, of row, 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 slit rampart holding my marrow tightly. She was trembling. Before Brownstone could say anything else, my SOB throbbed and suddenly a ample payload of seminal fluid spurted forth into Minnie 's uterus ! We both quietly gasped. Brownstone looked suspect but slowly walked out of the room, turning back a few clip to look at us. I pulled my dripping marrow from Minnie 's pussy, both of us groaning. A little bit of cum oozed out from the hole that I 'd cut in her leggings. I shook my head -- this was indeed a dangerous biz we were playing. Minnie looked over her shoulder and grinned at me.

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

She pulled her sweatshirt down over her ass and bounded out of the talking to hall, the heavy threshold slamming closed behind her. Not even two minutes after she 'd walked out and my fly was zipped back up, Brownstone comes back in and take the air up to the podium I 'm standing seat. My erection had yet to subside. He shook his pass and grinned at me.

'' What a dog you are ... '' he said to me. `` Does your wife Lynn know about these petty private lesson you 're giving Edward Young Minnie after socio-economic class ? ``

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

'' I 'm sure you do n't, Saint Francis Xavier, '' the portly, balding English professor replied with a chuckle.

'' Please leave now, Brownstone. This conversation is over, '' I said, stepping away from the rostrum now that my hard-on had deflated.

'' It 's far from over, '' this dickhead replies. `` Why, what 's that on the social movement of your drawers, admirer ? It appears to be some kind of bodily fluid. You tell me, Mr. biology prof. I do n't think we need to use a microscope to confirm the seminal fluid presently crusting upon your trousers. ``

My jaw dropped, my oculus falling to the front of my black trousers where indeed a glob of livid cum was sparkling in the visible radiation. I tried to retain my calmness despite my obvious guilt trip. Brownstone shook his header, chuckling sardonically. I debated punching him in the face for a few mo. Instead I tried to stay on calm and walk of life by him to exit the lecture dramatic art. He followed slowly behind.

'' I ca n't expect to tell Lynn about this, '' he said as I reached for the room access handle. This meter I did cock my arm back to punch him. But before I could, he went on. `` Unless, however, you agree to induce a mickle. ``

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

'' I want to receive a turn at pretty trivial Minnie 's pussy, too. Then of course, I wo n't demand to say a Word to anybody. But if you can not execute this arrangement, I will gleefully go forth and spread news of your deplorable deportment. To Lynn, to the school board, to all the module, to your neighbour, friend ... Your mother and father ... ''

'' How am I supposed to puddle these so-called arrangements for you to fuck that girl ? '' I whispered harshly.

'' I do n't love and do n't deal. You have until the end of this weekend. '' And with that he walked past me, shutting the door in my facial expression behind him.

My first blackmailing !

~X

November 10th,

Journal -

My oral sex has been a veritable whirlwind of vexation and emotions these last couple of twenty-four hours since Brownstone 's blackmail threat. There is no possible way I can ask Minnie to sleep together Brownstone ... She 'd never fuck the fat old bastard willingly. And so I had to form a plan, in order to keep my secret addiction from coming to the light. It 's just one Thomas More thing I 'll cause to do that I wo n't be majestic of in the end.

After stratum today, I pulled Minnie aside and invited her to meet me at a hotel this Sabbatum Nox so we could have Sir Thomas More privacy and to a greater extent fun. She was thrilled, seeming genuinely excited. I watched her irreverent ass wriggle as she walked away, a skip in her whole step. My middle closed and I shook my oral sex ... Blackmail 's a bitch.

~X

Nov 11th,

Dear journal -

Sabbatum dark came around and Brownstone and I arrived at the hotel well before Minnie did. I got a two bedroom entourage and made him shroud silently in a bathroom until far notice. My heart skipped a beat when I heard a knock on the room access shortly after 8pm. There was Minnie, standing in the threshold looking sexy ( and a petty slutty ) as always.

She had on a clingy wild blue yonder satin attire that hugged her slender curves, barely covering her ass. It had a corset trend top, forcing her tits to nearly spill out for my catch pleasure. Her bare articulatio humeri looked dusted with glister. My dent twinged. Guilt was consuming my head, though my cock was undeterred. My regard traveled from her taut thighs up to her pretty face, her lid sparkling with dark eyeshadow. Blond roll fell down her bare shoulders.

Minnie stepped inside, throwing her handbag down onto the counter and grabbing me in a passionate candy kiss immediately. Blood surged to my cock as my hands caressed the silky curved shape of her petite consistency. She moaned in my mouth. The design was falling into station ... dance step one was to get her all fired up and begging for cock.

I pushed her up against a wall and got to my knee joint, pulling her dress up over her hip to reveal a perfectly denudate pussy mound. She had neither bra nor panties on. The feel of her juicy snatch overwhelmed my nostrils. I leaned in and began vigorously tongue-lashing her cunt, licking up and down from her clit nearly to her ass while her spinal column was up against the wall. Her eyes closed, her head falling back with a thump. She giggled and then moaned. I was twirling my tongue all around her clit. Reaching into my backrest pouch, I grabbed a silk blindfold and furred cuff. She giggled when I pulled them out dangled them in forepart of her.

Then I laid her down on the bed and continued devouring her puss meat, loudly slurping up and down her slit and occasionally nibbling on her clit. Her minuscule gasps and moans were filling the hotel room. I kissed my way up to her neck opening and lips before helping her pull the slinky dress off to reveal her perfectly shaven, slender, nude body. She giggled again. Her tiny nipples hardened in the chill of the room. I jumped on them as soon as they were free, sucking each minuscule pink bud in my sass. Minnie moaned louder, her fingernails digging into my book binding. My lips went up to her neck and to her lip again. Then I smiled and brought the blindfold up to her eyes. She nodded.

One her eyes were covered, I took her wrists in mine and began sensuously handcuffing her to the bed. I kissed her again, from her limit wrists down over her pert titties to her flat abdomen and back to her bald cunt mound. She writhed on the bed, the mattress squeaking now, as I pulled out a small but powerful vibrator and began massaging her gash with it. Now her outcry of pleasance were extremely cheap. 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-scale turncock to the scene. Minnie was humping at the vibrator, obviously enjoying herself. several times it seemed she was really finis to orgasm. I would always slow down before bringing her over the edge, teasing her.

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

I turned to Brownstone and nodded. My job here was done. Brownstone grinned, his son of a bitch in bridge player. He stepped up to the bed, his cock inches from her sex. Minnie moaned. Her pussy glistened from her arousal and my saliva. I turned my head as Brownstone stuck his puny prick inside her stripling yap. 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 puss. He gasped and grunted, fucking away inside her wet cunt. I shook my top dog in disgust, never going to forgive myself for my hand in this blackmail arrangement.

After a few proceedings of steady penetration, Minnie was shrieking and shouting that she was cumming. Brownstone grunted. Surely her pussy rampart were spasming around his extremity now. The rhythmic squeaking of the bed slowed as Minnie 's sexual climax subsided.

'' Oh yeah, do n't cum inside me, Professor, '' Minnie said as she caught her breath. `` I need to get my nascence control refilled. ``

Brownstone gasped. Then he pulled his prick out -- it was glazed with spermatozoan ! The old bastard had already inseminated her ! He quietly spit on her pussy, making it seem like he shot his freight on her cunt mound. She gasped and giggled. Then he massaged it on her vulva and jumped off the bed, running back to the bathroom. I looked at Minnie 's petite body, splayed on the bed. Then I bent down and kissed her on the backtalk. She smiled, still blindfolded.

After I freed her from her restraints, I offered to let her use the shower but she declined -- she said she was in a hurriedness to pick her Quaker up at the bar after go call. She pulled the small blue apparel on again and grabbed her purse, kissing me on the cheek and thanking me for the fun time. And off she ran into the Nox, her slit unwittingly full phase of the moon of cum. I envisioned Brownstone 's sperm cell leaking out of her golf hole as she drove to touch her friends.

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

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

'' How could I help it, Saint Francis Xavier ? Her twat was so damn taut, and she was squeezing my tool so hard when she climaxed ! '' he exclaimed.

'' wellspring, I suppose if she gets pregnant and endeavour to say it 's mine, I 'll just get a paternity trial run to test it 's not. And then I 'll say I remember you laughing about something in the instructor 's lounge, something about a student and date rape drugs, and a plan to rive a hotel room ... I 'm so glad you used your recognition card to pay for this way, Brownstone, '' I said with a smile. `` Blackmail 's a bitch, is n't it ? ``

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


Until side by side clip,
~Professor X