The Professor 'S Exploits : Daybook Entrance November 8th - 11th


Cheating, Teen
Nov. 8th

dear Journal,

finale night I may have had a few too many scotches sans sway at the bar, and as a resultant role I felt a little defective for the wear when I woke up today. That is why I spent the serious part of one of my morning classes questioning whether a persistent vibrational hum I kept hearing was coming from my hungover head or from some former reference. I was trying to collapse a lecture, yet behind my word of honor was a curious, somewhat annoying buzzing good emitting from some mysterious generator in the dramatic art. I suspected it to be a pupil 's cadre headphone vibrating, as the haphazardness would come and go throughout the speech. Scanning the students'faces, everybody seemed to be paying rapt attention.

When the speech concluded, all the bookman left the hall 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 slopped black leg covering and a baggy blue green sweatshirt that fell off her shoulder -- kinda 1980s stylus. Normally she wore her hair curly, but today it was straightened, falling down to her pert B cup knocker. Her thick backtalk were painted a bright, glossy pink colouring. I could hardly take my eyes off them as she spoke to me, making comments about the lecture that practically fell on deaf ears, her sass seemingly parting in tantalizingly slow motion. All my focussing was on those shimmering, pouty lips, envisioning my center 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 work force were in her air hole. Before I knew it, she was looking up at me quizzically.

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

The respite of her word of honor were drowned out by the yowl in my hungover head. Then, suddenly, there it was again -- that goddam buzzing sound ! As if a fell auditory taunt to play with my already aching encephalon ! Minnie was placidity. Her eyes closed, her head falling back slightly. I could see her hired man moving around in her sweatshirt pocket. Suspicious, I stepped close to her and reached into the pocket, grabbing a small purple remote from her hand. I stared at it, momentarily confused. She looked up at me, smiling sweetly.

I turned up the telephone dial on the remote and the buzzing phone grew louder -- it was coming from Minnie 's crotch ! ! A minor moan fell from her lip from the intensified shaking. I raised my eyebrow. She had a diminished, vibrating sex toy in her twat, and the remote wirelessly controlled the vibration !

Suddenly my hangover was the stopping point thing on my mind, perhaps due to all of the pedigree draining from my head and into my hard-on. I kept the toy vibrating at full phase of the moon strength and pulled her chin up to meet her brim with mine. We kissed passionately. She moaned in my sassing. My bridge player pawed her perky tits through the cotton sweatshirt, first cupping and then squeezing them. Then my fingers went down the curvature of her soundbox, resting on her pelvis. We kissed again.

It was almost noon. I worried someone could take the air in on us, but despite my concerns I pulled Minnie 's petite body in front of mine, shoving her up against the dais, and ran my hands up and down her trunk while kissing the back of her neck and shoulders. Her blond hair smelled like the most delicious hemangioma simplex and ointment ... Another moan escaped her lips, her eyes closed. My erection was stabbing into her pert bottom through the thin textile of her leging. I rubbed my overeat phallus all against her asscrack, humping at her vibrating scratch 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 rostrum, her ass raised up, her foot on cranky toes.

She gasped when I cut a little slit in the crotch of her leggings with my penknife. I poked my finger through the freshly cut hole, feeling her wet slit instantly. My fingers went to my zip fastener, ready to unleash my raging 9 '' prick. It was risky -- anyone could walk in at any consequence. But I was consumed with lustfulness, my pricking so engorged now that my most basest instinct had taken over.

Minnie grunted when she felt me press the principal of my dick against her slit from behind, stretching the hole that had been cut in the fabric. I shuddered, feeling the strange vibrating sensations coming from the sex toy buzzing inside of her cunt. Then with one deal I reached down inside her leggings from the social movement and slowly pulled the vibrating bullet-shaped toy from her gash. I pressed it against her clit and proceeded to storm the head of my dick inside of her pussyhole from behind. She moaned again, louder now, her cries echoing through the lecture theatre.

I braced myself, one hand keeping the bullet against her clit and my former hand grasping the curve of her hip. Wet snatch shape enveloped the principal of my motherfucker as I sank into her. My hips bucked at hers again, forcing all of my blade hard prick kernel inside of her. It was my turn to moan, feeling her tight, moist trap squeezing my dick. I built up a faster pace and she moaned again ; I knew we were playing with fire but could n't assist myself.

The dais was rattling loudly now as Minnie gripped it with white knuckles. Her face was bent over inches away from my lecture government note and various early papers, and my lips were inches away from her ear. I kissed her neck again while fucking her steadily from behind, rubbing the vibrating bullet all around her clit. We grew increasingly breathless. Her moan were getting so brassy that I had to wrap up her backtalk with my bridge player, silencing her rallying cry to detract attention. I hammered her so hard that the ambo she was pressed against was rocking wildly. Her pussy paries squeezed my cock hard now, her cries muffled by my palm. I suspected she was having an orgasm. I kissed her neck and she shuddered.

Just then a door swung subject and in walked that asshole professor Brownstone ! I froze and gasped, immediately taking my hand from Minnie 's lip but keeping my stopcock lodged deep interior of her. Clearing my throat, I rustled some of the papers around on the dais and pointed at some random Bible 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 track, I was just assisting Minnie with some enquiry she had about my lecture, Professor Brownstone. ``

Minnie nodded. My cock was still inside of her, her pussy bulwark holding my kernel tightly. She was trembling. Before Brownstone could say anything else, my prick throbbed and suddenly a rich lode of semen spurted forth into Minnie 's womb ! We both quietly gasped. Brownstone looked suspicious but slowly walked out of the elbow room, turning back a few clip to look at us. I pulled my dripping gist from Minnie 's slit, both of us groaning. A footling bit of cum oozed out from the hole that I 'd cut in her legging. I shook my head -- this was indeed a dangerous game we were playing. Minnie looked over her berm and grinned at me.

'' Thanks Professor. 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 public lecture Hall, the dense room access slamming closed behind her. Not even two arcminute 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 behind. My erection had yet to subside. He shook his chief and grinned at me.

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

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

'' I 'm certain you do n't, Xavier, '' the portly, balding English 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 answer. `` Why, what 's that on the front of your pants, admirer ? It appears to be some kind of bodily fluid. You tell me, Mr. biological science prof. I do n't think we need to use a microscope to confirm the germinal fluid presently crusting upon your trousers. ``

My jaw dropped, my eyes falling to the front man of my black pant where indeed a clod of white cum was sparkling in the brightness level. I tried to continue 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 rest calm and walk by him to exit the speech theatre of operations. He followed slowly behind.

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

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

'' I want to have a turn at pretty piddling Minnie 's pussy, too. Then of line, I wo n't need to say a watchword to anybody. But if you can not fulfil this musical arrangement, I will gleefully go forth and unfold news of your deplorable behavior. To Lynn, to the school plank, to all the mental faculty, to your neighbors, ally ... Your mother and father ... ''

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

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

My first blackmailing !

~X

November 10th,

daybook -

My head has been a regular whirlwind of worries and emotions these cobbler's last span of days since Brownstone 's blackmail threat. There is no potential way I can ask Minnie to fuck Brownstone ... She 'd never fuck the fat old shit willingly. And so I had to constitute a architectural plan, in order to sustain my secret dependance from coming to the lighting. It 's just one Sir Thomas More thing I 'll experience to do that I wo n't be proud of in the end.

After class today, I pulled Minnie aside and invited her to meet me at a hotel this Saturday night so we could suffer more privacy and Thomas More fun. She was thrilled, seeming genuinely excited. I watched her pert ass wiggle as she walked away, a skip in her footstep. My optic closed and I shook my head ... Blackmail 's a bitch.

~X

November 11th,

Dear Journal -

Saturday dark came around and Brownstone and I arrived at the hotel well before Minnie did. I got a two chamber rooms and made him blot out silently in a bathroom until further notice. My nerve skipped a measure when I heard a knock on the door shortly after 8pm. There was Minnie, standing in the doorway looking sexy ( and a fiddling slutty ) as always.

She had on a clingy blue satin clothes that hugged her slender curves, barely covering her ass. It had a girdle style top, forcing her titty to nearly spill out for my view pleasance. Her bare articulatio humeri looked dusted with sparkle. My asshole twinged. Guilt was consuming my judgment, though my peter was undeterred. My gaze traveled from her taut thighs up to her somewhat human face, her palpebra sparkling with blue eyeshadow. blonde curls fell down her bare shoulders.

Minnie stepped inside, throwing her pocketbook down onto the counterpunch and grabbing me in a passionate kiss immediately. Blood surged to my cock as my mitt caressed the satiny curve of her petite trunk. She moaned in my oral cavity. The programme was falling into place ... whole tone 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 dress up over her pelvic arch to divulge a perfectly bald-pated pussy hummock. She had neither bra nor panties on. The smell of her juicy slit overwhelmed my nostril. I leaned in and began vigorously tongue-lashing her pussycat, licking up and down from her clit nearly to her ass while her back was up against the paries. Her center closed, her school principal falling back with a thud. She giggled and then moaned. I was twirling my tongue all around her clit. Reaching into my back 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 puss gist, loudly slurping up and down her slit and occasionally nibbling on her clit. Her little gasps and moans were filling the hotel room. I kissed my way up to her cervix and lips before helping her pull the slinky dress off to reveal her perfectly shaven, slender, nude body. She giggled again. Her midget mamilla hardened in the chill of the room. I jumped on them as soon as they were free, sucking each little knock bud in my mouth. Minnie moaned louder, her fingernails digging 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 center. She nodded.

One her centre were covered, I took her carpus in mine and began sensuously handcuffing her to the bed. I kissed her again, from her spring wrists down over her pert titty to her flat abdomen and back to her bald cunt pitcher's 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 cries of pleasure were extremely loud. I looked behind me and realized Brownstone was peering in from the bathroom, watching me work Minnie 's slit up into a fury. He was jacking his small-scale cock to the panorama. Minnie was humping at the vibrator, obviously enjoying herself. various times it seemed she was really close to orgasm. I would always slow down before bringing her over the edge, teasing her.

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

I turned to Brownstone and nodded. My job here was done. Brownstone grinned, his prick in hand. He stepped up to the bed, his cock inches from her sex. Minnie moaned. Her cunt glistened from her arousal and my saliva. I turned my head as Brownstone stuck his puny putz inside her teen golf hole. 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 cunt. I shook my head in disgust, never going to forgive myself for my hand in this blackmail arrangement.

After a few moment of unbendable incursion, Minnie was shrieking and shouting that she was cumming. Brownstone grunted. Surely her cunt wall were spasming around his member now. The rhythmic 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 breath. `` I need to get my parentage control refilled. ``

Brownstone gasped. Then he pulled his turncock out -- it was glazed with spermatozoan ! The old love child had already inseminated her ! He quietly spit on her pussy, making it seem like he shot his load 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 soundbox, splayed on the bed. Then I bent down and kissed her on the lips. She smiled, still blindfolded.

After I freed her from her restraint, I offered to let her use the shower but she declined -- she said she was in a hurry to clean her friends up at the bar after last call. She pulled the piddling blue clothes on again and grabbed her purse, kissing me on the cheek and thanking me for the fun time. And off she ran into the night, her cunt unwittingly wide-cut of cum. I envisioned Brownstone 's sperm leaking out of her hole as she drove to gather her Friend.

A few moment after she left, Brownstone stepped out of the can fully dressed.

'' thoroughly job sperming inside of her, motherfucker, '' I said to him with disgust.

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

'' well, I suppose if she gets pregnant and endeavor to say it 's mine, I 'll just get a fatherhood test to examine it 's not. And then I 'll say I remember you laughing about something in the teacher 's lounge, something about a student and day of the month rape drugs, and a plan to let a hotel elbow room ... I 'm so sword lily you used your credit entry card to pay for this way, Brownstone, '' I said with a grinning. `` Blackmail 's a cunt, is n't it ? ``

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


Until next sentence,
~Professor X
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