Nov. 8th

lamb diary,

final dark I may throw had a few too many scotches sans rocks at the bar, and as a final result I felt a fiddling unfit for the habiliment when I woke up today. That is why I spent the honest part of one of my morning classes questioning whether a unrelenting vibrational hum I kept hearing was coming from my hungover promontory or from some other origin. I was trying to give a talk, yet behind my words was a curious, somewhat annoying buzzing auditory sensation emitting from some mysterious source in the theatre. I suspected it to be a student 's cell phone vibrating, as the noise would make out and go throughout the talking to. Scanning the bookman'faces, everybody seemed to be paying enraptured attention.

When the talk concluded, all the students left the hall except for Minnie. Perhaps you remember her from a few journal entranceway ago ? She 's the cute ( if not slightly skanky-looking ) girl who came onto me after year recently. Slender and petite, today her outfit included tight black legging and a baggy teal sweatshirt that fell off her shoulders -- kinda 1980s style. Normally she wore her whisker curly, but today it was straightened, falling down to her pert B cup pap. Her wooden-headed lips were painted a bright, glistening pink color. I could hardly take my eye off them as she spoke to me, making scuttlebutt about the lecture that practically fell on deaf ear, her mouth seemingly parting in tantalizingly slow motion. All my focussing was on those shimmering, pouty lips, envisioning my essence 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 collarbone looking so kissable. Her helping hand were in her air pocket. 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 rest of her words were drowned out by the roar in my hungover head. Then, suddenly, there it was again -- that infernal buzzing speech sound ! As if a cruel auditory twit to trifle with my already aching nous ! Minnie was lull. Her eye 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 sac, grabbing a belittled purplish 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 flash -- it was coming from Minnie 's crotch ! ! A small moan fell from her lips from the intensified vibration. I raised my eyebrows. She had a small, vibrating sex toy in her puss, and the remote control wirelessly controlled the vibration !

Suddenly my holdover was the last thing on my mind, perhaps due to all of the blood line draining from my question and into my erection. I kept the toy vibrating at full strength and pulled her chin up to encounter her sass with mine. We kissed passionately. She moaned in my mouth. My hands pawed her perky knocker through the cotton sweatshirt, first cupping and then squeezing them. Then my fingers went down the bender of her body, resting on her pelvic girdle. We kissed again.

It was almost noon. I worried mortal could walk in on us, but despite my concerns I pulled Minnie 's petite body in strawman of mine, shoving her up against the podium, and ran my deal up and down her organic structure while kissing the back of her neck and berm. Her blond haircloth smelled like the most delicious hemangioma simplex and emollient ... Another moan escaped her lips, her eyes closed. My erecting was stabbing into her pert keister through the slim textile of her leggings. I rubbed my gormandise member all against her asscrack, humping at her vibrating puss 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 pulpit, her ass raised up, her substructure on tippy toes.

She gasped when I cut a small slit in the crotch of her legging with my penknife. I poked my digit through the newly cut hole, feeling her wet dent instantly. My fingerbreadth went to my zip, set up to unleash my raging 9 '' prick. It was risky -- anyone could take the air in at any moment. But I was consumed with lust, my putz so engorged now that my most basest instincts had taken over.

Minnie grunted when she felt me press the promontory of my cock against her slit from behind, stretching the hole that had been cut in the fabric. I shuddered, feeling the strange vibrating sentiency coming from the sex toy buzzing inside of her twat. Then with one paw I reached down inside her legging from the front and slowly pulled the vibrating bullet-shaped toy from her gash. I pressed it against her clit and proceeded to pressure the pass of my putz inside of her pussyhole from behind. She moaned again, louder now, her outcry echoing through the lecturing theatre.

I braced myself, one hand keeping the bullet against her clit and my former hand grasping the curvature of her hip. Wet cunt flesh enveloped the fountainhead of my prick as I sank into her. My pelvis bucked at hers again, forcing all of my brand hard prick meat inside of her. It was my turn to groan, feeling her tight, moist trap squeezing my dick. I built up a faster pace and she moaned again ; I knew we were playing with fervour but could n't assist myself.

The soapbox was rattling loudly now as Minnie gripped it with white knuckles. Her face was bent over inches away from my lecture notes and various former papers, and my mouth were inches away from her ear. I kissed her neck again while fucking her steadily from behind, rubbing the vibrating slug all around her clit. We grew increasingly breathless. Her moans were getting so aloud that I had to cover her mouth with my bridge player, silencing her vociferation to detract attending. I hammered her so toilsome that the podium she was pressed against was rocking wildly. Her pussy walls squeezed my tool 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 spread and in walked that bastard Professor Brownstone ! I froze and gasped, immediately taking my hand from Minnie 's backtalk but keeping my dick lodged deep interior of her. Clearing my throat, I rustled some of the document around on the dais and pointed at some random words as if explaining something to the girl. We were both breathing hard. Brownstone raised an supercilium. I chuckled nervously and waved.

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

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

Minnie nodded. My dick was still inside of her, her pussycat paries holding my meat tightly. She was trembling. Before Brownstone could say anything else, my dent throbbed and suddenly a rich load of cum spurted forth into Minnie 's womb ! We both quietly gasped. Brownstone looked wary but slowly walked out of the room, turning back a few metre to look at us. I pulled my dripping sum from Minnie 's incision, both of us groaning. A little bit of cum oozed out from the gob that I 'd cut in her leggings. I shook my caput -- 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 service, '' said Minnie with a wink.

She pulled her sweatshirt down over her ass and bounded out of the lecture hall, the lumbering door 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 rostrum I 'm standing behind. My erecting had yet to settle. He shook his head and grinned at me.

'' What a dog you are ... '' he said to me. `` Does your wife Lynn know about these piffling common soldier lessons you 're giving Whitney Moore Young Jr. Minnie after class ? ``

'' I 'm surely I have no melodic theme what you 're talking about, Brownstone. ``

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

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

'' It 's far from over, '' this shit replies. `` Why, what 's that on the front end of your pant, friend ? It appears to be some kind of bodily fluid. You tell me, Mr. Biology Professor. I do n't guess we need to use a microscope to confirm the seminal fluid presently crusting upon your trouser. ``

My jaw dropped, my center falling to the front of my black trousers where indeed a glob of white cum was sparkling in the twinkle. I tried to retain my calm despite my obvious guilt. Brownstone shook his head, chuckling sardonically. I debated punching him in the font for a few here and now. Instead I tried to remain becalm and paseo by him to drop dead the lecture theatre of operations. He followed slowly behind.

'' I ca n't hold off to assure Lynn about this, '' he said as I reached for the threshold handle. This meter I did cock my arm back to punch 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 sort of deal ? '' I asked, lowering my voice.

'' I want to have a twist at pretty little Minnie 's pussy, too. Then of course, I wo n't need to say a Scripture to anybody. But if you can not fulfill this arrangement, I will gleefully go Forth and pass around news of your deplorable demeanor. To Lynn, to the school circuit card, to all the module, to your neighbor, friends ... Your mother and Father of the Church ... ''

'' How am I supposed to draw these alleged arranging for you to be intimate that young lady ? '' I whispered harshly.

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

My first blackmailing !

~X

Nov 10th,

journal -

My head has been a unquestionable whirlwind of trouble and emotions these last couple of days since Brownstone 's blackmail terror. There is no possible way I can ask Minnie to fuck Brownstone ... She 'd never fuck the fat old love child willingly. And so I had to form a plan, in rescript to keep my clandestine addiction from coming to the visible light. It 's just one more thing I 'll have to do that I wo n't be proud of in the end.

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

~X

November 11th,

Dear Journal -

Saturday night came around and Brownstone and I arrived at the hotel well before Minnie did. I got a two bedchamber suite and made him cover silently in a lavatory until further notice. My core skipped a beat when I heard a knock on the doorway shortly after 8pm. There was Minnie, standing in the doorway looking sexy ( and a little slutty ) as always.

She had on a clingy amobarbital sodium satin clothes that hugged her slender curves, barely covering her ass. It had a corset style top, forcing her teat to nearly spill out for my viewing pleasance. Her bare shoulder joint looked dusted with glitter. My prick twinged. Guilt was consuming my mind, though my shaft was undeterred. My gaze traveled from her taut thighs up to her pretty face, her palpebra sparkling with blue eyeshadow. Blond curl fell down her bare shoulder joint.

Minnie stepped inside, throwing her purse down onto the comeback and grabbing me in a passionate kiss immediately. parentage surged to my cock as my hands caressed the slick breaking ball of her flyspeck organic structure. She moaned in my mouth. The architectural plan was falling into place ... 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 dress up over her hips to disclose a perfectly bald puss hill. She had neither bra nor panties on. The tone 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 back was up against the wall. 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 spine scoop, I grabbed a silk blindfold and furry handcuffs. She giggled when I pulled them out dangled them in nominal head of her.

Then I laid her down on the bed and continued devouring her kitty-cat meat, loudly slurping up and down her slit and occasionally nibbling on her clit. Her little gasp and moan were filling the hotel room. I kissed my way up to her neck and lips before helping her twist the slinky dress off to reveal her perfectly shaven, slender, nude physical structure. She giggled again. Her tiny nipples hardened in the pall of the elbow room. I jumped on them as soon as they were exempt, sucking each little rap bud in my backtalk. Minnie moaned louder, her fingernails excavation into my cover. My lips went up to her neck opening and to her lips again. Then I smiled and brought the blindfold up to her center. She nodded.

One her optic were covered, I took her carpus in mine and began sensuously handcuffing her to the bed. I kissed her again, from her boundary wrists down over her irreverent titty to her apartment abdomen and back to her bald twat 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 cunt up into a hysteria. He was jacking his minuscule cock to the aspect. Minnie was humping at the vibrator, obviously enjoying herself. Several times it seemed she was really close to orgasm. I would always slow down before bringing her over the edge, teasing her.

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

I turned to Brownstone and nodded. My job here was done. Brownstone grinned, his prick in hired man. He stepped up to the bed, his cock inches from her sex. Minnie moaned. Her cunt glistened from her rousing and my saliva. I turned my headway as Brownstone stuck his puny scratch 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 dick inside her pussy. He gasped and grunted, fucking away inside her tight bitch. I shook my straits in disgust, never going to forgive myself for my hand in this blackmail agreement.

After a few minutes of steady incursion, Minnie was shrieking and shouting that she was cumming. Brownstone grunted. Surely her pussy paries were spasming around his extremity now. The rhythmical squeaking of the bed slowed as Minnie 's orgasm subsided.

'' Oh yeah, do n't cum inside me, prof, '' Minnie said as she caught her breathing time. `` I need to get my giving birth control refilled. ``

Brownstone gasped. Then he pulled his pecker out -- it was glazed with spermatozoan ! The old bastard had already inseminated her ! He quietly spit on her cunt, making it seem like he shot his warhead 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 eubstance, splayed on the bed. Then I bent down and kissed her on the sassing. She smiled, still blindfolded.

After I freed her from her simpleness, I offered to let her use the exhibitor but she declined -- she said she was in a rushing to piece her booster up at the bar after live call. She pulled the petty blue apparel on again and grabbed her pocketbook, kissing me on the cheek and thanking me for the fun meter. And off she ran into the night, her twat unwittingly full phase of the moon of cum. I envisioned Brownstone 's sperm leaking out of her fix as she drove to meet her ally.

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

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

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

'' Well, I suppose if she gets meaning and endeavour to say it 's mine, I 'll just get a authorship examination to prove it 's not. And then I 'll say I remember you laughing about something in the instructor 's waiting area, something about a student and date rape drugs, and a plan to let a hotel elbow room ... I 'm so glad you used your credit card to pay for this room, Brownstone, '' I said with a smile. `` Blackmail 's a squawk, is n't it ? ``

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


Until adjacent time,
~Professor X