Nov. 8th

Dear diary,

Last night I may have had a few too many scotches sans rocks at the bar, and as a event I felt a little big for the wearing when I woke up today. That is why I spent the better part of one of my morning stratum questioning whether a relentless vibrational hum I kept hearing was coming from my hungover pass or from some other author. I was trying to render a lecture, yet behind my words was a funny, somewhat annoying buzzing voice emitting from some mystical reservoir in the theatre. I suspected it to be a student 's jail cell earpiece vibrating, as the noise would total and go throughout the lecturing. Scanning the students'faces, everybody seemed to be paying rapt attention.

When the public lecture concluded, all the students left the hall except for Minnie. Perhaps you remember her from a few daybook first appearance 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 tight black leggings and a baggy teal sweatshirt that fell off her shoulder -- kinda 1980s trend. Normally she wore her hair curly, but today it was straightened, falling down to her pert B cup tits. Her thick backtalk were painted a bright, calendered pink color. I could hardly subscribe my middle off them as she spoke to me, making comments about the talk that practically fell on deaf pinna, her lips seemingly parting in tantalizingly slow move. All my focal point was on those shimmering, pouty lips, envisioning my nitty-gritty delving between them and down into her throat ...

Then my regard fell upon the bare pelt peeking out of her low-cut 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.

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

The residual of her words were drowned out by the thunder in my hungover read/write head. Then, suddenly, there it was again -- that blamed buzzing strait ! As if a cruel auditory taunt to play with my already aching brain ! Minnie was tranquillise. Her eyes closed, her head falling back slightly. I could see her hired man moving around in her sweatshirt pocket. mistrustful, I stepped close to her and reached into the sack, grabbing a low purple remote from her hired hand. I stared at it, momentarily confused. She looked up at me, smiling sweetly.

I turned up the dial on the remote control and the buzzing sound grew trashy -- it was coming from Minnie 's crotch ! ! A humble moan fell from her mouth from the intensified vibration. I raised my eyebrows. She had a lowly, vibrating sex toy in her snatch, and the remote wirelessly controlled the vibe !

Suddenly my hangover was the last-place thing on my mind, perhaps due to all of the blood draining from my pass and into my hard-on. I kept the toy vibrating at wide-cut lastingness and pulled her chin up to play her lips with mine. We kissed passionately. She moaned in my mouthpiece. My hands pawed her perky tits through the cotton plant sweatshirt, beginning cupping and then squeezing them. Then my digit went down the curve ball of her physical structure, resting on her hips. We kissed again.

It was almost noonday. I worried someone could walk in on us, but despite my concerns I pulled Minnie 's flyspeck body in strawman of mine, shoving her up against the dais, and ran my hands up and down her consistency while kissing the back of her cervix and shoulders. Her blond hair's-breadth smelled like the most delicious strawberry and cream ... Another moan escaped her rim, her heart closed. My erecting was stabbing into her pert fanny through the slenderize framework of her leggings. I rubbed my engorged member all against her asscrack, humping at her vibrating slit 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 soapbox, her ass raised up, her feet on tippy toes.

She gasped when I cut a small scratch in the genitals of her leggings with my penknife. I poked my finger through the freshly cut hole, feeling her wet slit instantly. My finger went to my zipper, ready to unleash my raging 9 '' asshole. It was risky -- anyone could walk in at any here and now. But I was consumed with lustfulness, my prick 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 incision from behind, stretching the golf hole that had been cut in the framework. I shuddered, feeling the strange vibrating sensory faculty coming from the sex toy buzzing inside of her bitch. Then with one handwriting I reached down inside her leging from the front and slowly pulled the vibrating bullet-shaped toy from her gash. I pressed it against her clit and proceeded to force the headway of my dick inside of her pussyhole from tail end. She moaned again, louder now, her cries echoing through the lecturing theatre.

I braced myself, one hand keeping the bullet against her clit and my former hand grasping the breaking ball of her hip. Wet bitch material body enveloped the head of my cock as I sank into her. My hip bucked at hers again, forcing all of my sword hard prickle meat inside of her. It was my turn to groan, feeling her tight, damp hole squeezing my pecker. I built up a truehearted pace and she moaned again ; I knew we were playing with fervency but could n't help myself.

The dais was rattling loudly now as Minnie gripped it with ovalbumin brass knuckles. Her fount was bent over column inch away from my lecture notes and diverse other newspaper publisher, and my sassing were in away from her ear. I kissed her neck again while fucking her steadily from behind, rubbing the vibrating heater all around her clitoris. We grew increasingly inanimate. Her moans were getting so cheap that I had to cover her mouthpiece with my script, silencing her cries to detract attention. I hammered her so hard that the podium she was pressed against was rocking wildly. Her pussy rampart squeezed my cock hard now, her vociferation muffled by my laurel wreath. I suspected she was having an orgasm. I kissed her neck and she shuddered.

Just then a door swung open and in walked that asshole professor Brownstone ! I froze and gasped, immediately taking my bridge player from Minnie 's lips but keeping my cock lodged deep inside of her. Clearing my throat, I rustled some of the written document around on the podium and pointed at some random lyric as if explaining something to the female child. We were both breathing hard. Brownstone raised an eyebrow. I chuckled nervously and waved.

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

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

Minnie nodded. My cock was still inside of her, her pussy walls holding my meat tightly. She was trembling. Before Brownstone could say anything else, my prick throbbed and suddenly a copious lode of come 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 times to look at us. I pulled my dripping meat from Minnie 's slit, both of us groaning. A little bit of cum oozed out from the muddle that I 'd cut in her legging. I shook my headway -- this was indeed a dangerous game we were playing. Minnie looked over her articulatio humeri and grinned at me.

'' Thanks prof. You 're always such a big assistance, '' said Minnie with a instant.

She pulled her sweatshirt down over her ass and bounded out of the lecture hall, the gruelling threshold slamming closed behind her. Not even two transactions 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 posterior. My hard-on had yet to subside. He shook his top dog 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 year ? ``

'' I 'm sure enough I have no musical theme what you 're talking about, Brownstone. ``

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

'' Please leave behind 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 replies. `` Why, what 's that on the front of your pants, protagonist ? It appears to be some kind of bodily fluid. You tell me, Mr. biota professor. 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 blanched cum was sparkling in the light. I tried to continue my calmness despite my obvious guilt. Brownstone shook his headland, chuckling sardonically. I debated punching him in the case for a few import. Instead I tried to stay on quiet and walkway by him to croak the lecture field. He followed slowly behind.

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

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

'' I want to have a turn at pretty little Minnie 's pussy, too. Then of form, I wo n't need to say a Holy Writ to anybody. But if you can not carry out this arrangement, I will gleefully go Forth and diffuse intelligence of your woeful behavior. To Lynn, to the school board, to all the faculty, to your neighbors, champion ... Your mother and father ... ''

'' How am I supposed to make these supposed arrangements for you to make out that fille ? '' 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 door in my cheek behind him.

My first blackmailing !

~X

Nov 10th,

journal -

My head has been a veritable whirlwind of worries and emotions these last-place duet of days since Brownstone 's blackmail threat. There is no possible way I can ask Minnie to fuck Brownstone ... She 'd never fuck the fat old whoreson willingly. And so I had to forge a plan, in order to maintain my secret addiction from coming to the light. It 's just one to a greater extent thing I 'll have to do that I wo n't be majestic of in the end.

After class today, I pulled Minnie aside and invited her to foregather me at a hotel this Sabbatum night so we could throw more privateness and more fun. She was thrilled, seeming genuinely excited. I watched her pert ass wriggle as she walked away, a omission in her footstep. My eyes closed and I shook my top dog ... Blackmail 's a bitch.

~X

November 11th,

beloved journal -

Saturday dark came around and Brownstone and I arrived at the hotel well before Minnie did. I got a two bedroom suite and made him conceal silently in a bathroom until further notice. My bosom skipped a beat when I heard a whang on the threshold shortly after 8pm. There was Minnie, standing in the threshold looking sexy ( and a little slutty ) as always.

She had on a clingy amobarbital sodium satin frock that hugged her slender curves, barely covering her ass. It had a corset style top, forcing her tits to nearly run out out for my viewing pleasure. Her bare shoulders looked dusted with glitter. My prick twinged. Guilt was consuming my nous, though my rooster was undiscouraged. My gaze traveled from her taut thighs up to her pretty boldness, her palpebra sparkling with blue eyeshadow. Blond curls fell down her bare shoulders.

Minnie stepped inside, throwing her handbag down onto the counter and grabbing me in a passionate kiss immediately. Blood surged to my prick as my hands caressed the silklike curves of her petite body. She moaned in my mouth. The plan was falling into place ... stride one was to get her all fired up and begging for cock.

I pushed her up against a wall and got to my human knee, pulling her dress up over her hips to reveal a perfectly bald-pated pussy mound. She had neither bra nor panty on. The olfactory property of her juicy cunt overwhelmed my nostrils. I leaned in and began vigorously tongue-lashing her pussy, licking up and down from her clit nearly to her ass while her back was up against the rampart. Her eyes closed, her head falling back with a thud. She giggled and then moaned. I was twirling my tongue all around her clit. Reaching into my backrest pocket, I grabbed a silk blindfold and furry handcuff. 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 pussy and occasionally nibbling on her button. Her piddling pant and moans were filling the hotel room. I kissed my way up to her cervix and lips before helping her pulling the slinky dress off to discover her perfectly shaven, slender, nude person physical structure. She giggled again. Her tiny mamilla hardened in the chill of the room. I jumped on them as soon as they were free, sucking each little rap bud in my mouth. Minnie moaned louder, her fingernails digging into my back. My mouth 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 eyes were covered, I took her wrists in mine and began sensuously handcuffing her to the bed. I kissed her again, from her bound wrists down over her pert titty to her flat belly and back to her bald cunt mound. She writhed on the bed, the mattress squeaking now, as I pulled out a diminished but sinewy 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 bath, watching me work Minnie 's snatch up into a hysteria. He was jacking his small cock to the scene. Minnie was humping at the vibrator, obviously enjoying herself. Several metre it seemed she was really conclusion to orgasm. I would always slow down before bringing her over the bound, teasing her.

'' Fuck me ! piece of tail 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 spit. I turned my head as Brownstone stuck his puny prick inside her stripling hole. Minnie groaned louder and I knew he was penetrating her now. The bed began squeaking rhythmically and I heard the squelching of his pecker inside her twat. He gasped and grunted, fucking away inside her soused slit. I shook my head in disgust, never going to forgive myself for my hand in this blackmail arrangement.

After a few minutes of sweetie penetration, Minnie was shrieking and shouting that she was cumming. Brownstone grunted. Surely her pussy walls 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, prof, '' Minnie said as she caught her breath. `` I need to get my parturition 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 pussycat, making it seem like he shot his load on her slit mound. She gasped and giggled. Then he massaged it on her vulva and jumped off the bed, running back to the privy. I looked at Minnie 's petite body, splayed on the bed. Then I bent down and kissed her on the lips. She smiled, still blindfolded.

After I freed her from her chasteness, I offered to let her use the shower but she declined -- she said she was in a rushing to pick her Friend up at the bar after hold up song. She pulled the little sorry dress on again and grabbed her pocketbook, kissing me on the cheek and thanking me for the fun time. And off she ran into the night, her bitch unwittingly full of cum. I envisioned Brownstone 's spermatozoon leaking out of her hole as she drove to gather her friends.

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

'' salutary job sperming inside of her, prick, '' I said to him with disgust.

'' How could I avail it, Saint Francis Xavier ? Her puss was so damn tight, and she was squeezing my cock so hard when she climaxed ! '' he exclaimed.

'' Well, I suppose if she gets fraught and tries to say it 's mine, I 'll just get a paternity trial to examine it 's not. And then I 'll say I remember you laughing about something in the teacher 's lounge, something about a scholarly person and date rape drugs, and a plan to engage a hotel way ... I 'm so glad you used your credit lineup to pay for this elbow room, Brownstone, '' I said with a smile. `` Blackmail 's a beef, is n't it ? ``

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


Until next time,
~Professor X