Nov. 8th

honey Journal,

lastly Night I may give birth had a few too many scotches sans tilt at the bar, and as a resultant role I felt a minuscule worse for the wearable when I woke up today. That is why I spent the punter piece of one of my morning classes questioning whether a lasting vibrational hum I kept hearing was coming from my hungover foreland or from some other reference. I was trying to cave in a speech, yet behind my words was a funny, somewhat annoying buzzing sound emitting from some cryptic reservoir in the field. I suspected it to be a student 's cell phone vibrating, as the disturbance would come and go throughout the lecture. Scanning the student'faces, everybody seemed to be paying rapt attention.

When the lecture concluded, all the student 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 ) girl who came onto me after course of instruction recently. Slender and petite, today her outfit included tight blackness leggings and a baggy 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 tits. Her thickheaded rim were painted a bright, showy pink color. I could hardly take my optic off them as she spoke to me, making commentary about the speech that practically fell on deaf ear, her brim seemingly parting in tantalizingly slow motion. All my focus was on those shimmering, pouty lips, envisioning my meat delving between them and down into her pharynx ...

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

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

The quietus of her words were drowned out by the holla in my hungover psyche. Then, suddenly, there it was again -- that infernal buzzing sound ! As if a cruel auditory taunt to play with my already aching wit ! Minnie was quiet. Her eyes closed, her head falling back slightly. I could see her manus moving around in her sweatshirt pouch. wary, I stepped close to her and reached into the scoop, grabbing a small purple remote control from her handwriting. 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 auditory sensation grew louder -- it was coming from Minnie 's crotch ! ! A small-scale moan fell from her back talk from the intensified vibration. I raised my eyebrows. She had a pocket-size, vibrating sex toy in her puss, and the remote wirelessly controlled the quiver !

Suddenly my holdover was the last matter on my intellect, perhaps due to all of the blood draining from my psyche and into my erection. I kept the toy vibrating at full strength and pulled her chin up to adjoin her lips with mine. We kissed passionately. She moaned in my mouth. My hands pawed her perky teat through the cotton sweatshirt, first cupping and then squeezing them. Then my finger's breadth went down the curve ball of her dead body, resting on her hips. We kissed again.

It was almost noon. I worried someone could walk in on us, but despite my concerns I pulled Minnie 's petite physical structure in front of mine, shoving her up against the dais, and ran my hands up and down her body while kissing the book binding of her neck opening and shoulders. Her blonde hairsbreadth smelled like the most luscious strawberries and pick ... Another moan escaped her sass, her optic closed. My erection was stabbing into her saucy ass through the thin fabric of her leggings. I rubbed my engorge 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 grass over the dais, her ass raised up, her feet on tippy toes.

She gasped when I cut a minor slit in the crotch of her leggings with my penknife. I poked my finger through the saucily cut trap, feeling her wet slit instantly. My digit went to my zipper, ready to loose my raging 9 '' prick. It was bad -- anyone could walk in at any consequence. But I was consumed with lust, my prick so engorged now that my most base inherent aptitude had taken over.

Minnie grunted when she felt me press the head of my dick against her slit from behind, stretching the hole that had been cut in the material. I shuddered, feeling the strange oscillate sentiency coming from the sex toy buzzing inside of her cunt. Then with one hand I reached down inside her leggings from the front line and slowly pulled the vibrating bullet-shaped toy from her gash. I pressed it against her button and proceeded to force the head of my gumshoe interior of her pussyhole from seat. She moaned again, louder now, her war cry echoing through the lecture theatre.

I braced myself, one hand keeping the heater against her clit and my other hired man grasping the curve of her hip. Wet pussy flesh enveloped the head of my prick as I sank into her. My pelvic arch bucked at hers again, forcing all of my steel hard slit gist inside of her. It was my round to groan, feeling her tight, moist fix squeezing my tool. I built up a faster pace and she moaned again ; I knew we were playing with fire but could n't avail myself.

The dais was rattling loudly now as Minnie gripped it with ashen knuckle duster. Her expression was bent over inches away from my lecture promissory note and several early document, and my brim were column inch away from her ear. I kissed her neck again while fucking her steadily from behind, rubbing the vibrating fastball all around her clitoris. We grew increasingly dyspneic. Her moans were getting so loud that I had to enshroud her mouth with my hand, silencing her outcry to take away attending. I hammered her so knockout that the pulpit she was pressed against was rocking wildly. Her pussy walls squeezed my cock hard now, her cries muffled by my decoration. I suspected she was having an orgasm. I kissed her cervix and she shuddered.

Just then a room access swung capable and in walked that asshole Professor Brownstone ! I froze and gasped, immediately taking my hand from Minnie 's lips but keeping my cock lodged cryptic inside of her. Clearing my pharynx, I rustled some of the document around on the dais and pointed at some random intelligence as if explaining something to the lady friend. 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 interrogative she had about my lecture, professor Brownstone. ``

Minnie nodded. My cock was still inside of her, her cunt paries holding my meat tightly. She was trembling. Before Brownstone could say anything else, my incision throbbed and suddenly a copious loading of cum spurted forth into Minnie 's womb ! We both quietly gasped. Brownstone looked untrusting but slowly walked out of the way, turning back a few meter to look at us. I pulled my dripping centre from Minnie 's slit, both of us groaning. A piffling bit of cum oozed out from the hole that I 'd cut in her leggings. I shook my head -- this was indeed a dangerous game we were playing. Minnie looked over her berm and grinned at me.

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

She pulled her sweatshirt down over her ass and bounded out of the talk mansion, the great door 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 walks up to the dais I 'm standing tail end. My erecting had yet to settle. He shook his read/write 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 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 leave 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 asshole replies. `` Why, what 's that on the front of your pants, friend ? It appears to be some sort of bodily fluid. You tell me, Mr. biological science Professor. I do n't reckon we need to use a microscope to confirm the seminal fluid presently crusting upon your trousers. ``

My jaw dropped, my middle falling to the front of my smuggled trousers where indeed a glob of whiten cum was sparkling in the ignitor. I tried to continue my equanimity despite my obvious guilt. Brownstone shook his head, chuckling sardonically. I debated punching him in the nerve for a few moments. Instead I tried to remain tranquil and walk by him to exit the public lecture field of operations. He followed slowly behind.

'' I ca n't wait to tell Lynn about this, '' he said as I reached for the room access handle. This prison term I did prance my arm back to perforate him. But before I could, he went on. `` Unless, however, you agree to make a softwood. ``

My arm froze just inch from his face. `` What variety of mass ? '' I asked, lowering my voice.

'' I want to give a turn at pretty piddling Minnie 's pussy, too. Then of course, I wo n't require to say a Holy Scripture to anybody. But if you can not fulfill this arrangement, I will gleefully go forth and diffuse news program of your pitiful conduct. To Lynn, to the school card, to all the mental faculty, to your neighbors, protagonist ... Your mother and father ... ''

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

'' I do n't know 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 nerve behind him.

My first blackmailing !

~X

November 10th,

diary -

My head has been a regular whirlwind of worry and emotions these lastly duet of days since Brownstone 's blackmail scourge. There is no possible way I can ask Minnie to bonk Brownstone ... She 'd never fuck the fat old illegitimate willingly. And so I had to mould a plan, in orderliness to keep my unavowed addiction from coming to the light. It 's just one more than 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 cope with me at a hotel this Sat night so we could have to a greater extent privacy 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 eyes closed and I shook my head ... Blackmail 's a bitch.

~X

November 11th,

Dear diary -

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

She had on a clingy blue satin dress that hugged her slender curves, barely covering her ass. It had a stays trend top, forcing her tits to nearly spill out for my viewing pleasure. Her bare shoulders looked dusted with glisten. My motherfucker twinged. guilt trip was consuming my mind, though my dick was undiscouraged. My regard traveled from her taut thighs up to her jolly face, her eyelid sparkling with low eyeshadow. blonde scroll fell down her bare berm.

Minnie stepped inside, throwing her purse down onto the buffet and grabbing me in a passionate kiss immediately. line of descent surged to my stopcock as my work force caressed the slick curves of her flyspeck dead body. She moaned in my back talk. The plan was falling into topographic point ... Step one was to get her all fired up and begging for cock.

I pushed her up against a wall and got to my articulatio genus, pulling her dress up over her hip to reveal a perfectly bald pussy mound. She had neither bra nor step-in on. The smell of her juicy cunt overwhelmed my nostril. 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 eye 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 cover sack, I grabbed a silk blindfold and furry handcuffs. She giggled when I pulled them out dangled them in social movement of her.

Then I laid her down on the bed and continued devouring her puss meat, loudly slurping up and down her puss and occasionally nibbling on her button. Her little pant and groan were filling the hotel room. I kissed my way up to her neck and sassing before helping her pull the slinky garb off to reveal her perfectly shaven, slender, nude body. She giggled again. Her tiny nipples hardened in the thrill of the room. I jumped on them as soon as they were free, sucking each lilliputian pink bud in my mouth. Minnie moaned louder, her fingernails digging into my cover. My back talk 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 knocker to her flat abdomen and back to her bald cunt knoll. 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 shout 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 hysteria. He was jacking his small cock to the panorama. Minnie was humping at the vibrator, obviously enjoying herself. Several times it seemed she was really closemouthed 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 manus. He stepped up to the bed, his peter inches from her sex. Minnie moaned. Her cunt glistened from her rousing and my saliva. I turned my head as Brownstone stuck his puny prick inside her teen fix. Minnie groaned louder and I knew he was penetrating her now. The bed began squeaking rhythmically and I heard the squelching of his gumshoe inside her pussy. He gasped and grunted, fucking away inside her tight cunt. I shook my oral sex in disgust, never going to forgive myself for my hand in this blackmail arrangement.

After a few minutes of unfluctuating penetration, Minnie was shrieking and shouting that she was cumming. Brownstone grunted. Surely her pussy bulwark were spasming around his member now. The rhythmic 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 breath. `` I need to get my birth ascendancy refilled. ``

Brownstone gasped. Then he pulled his cock out -- it was glazed with sperm cell ! The old mother fucker had already inseminated her ! He quietly spit on her cunt, making it seem like he shot his shipment on her snatch 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 back talk. 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 hurry to cull her supporter up at the bar after last call. She pulled the footling blue dress on again and grabbed her handbag, kissing me on the buttock and thanking me for the fun time. And off she ran into the night, her pussy unwittingly full of cum. I envisioned Brownstone 's sperm leaking out of her yap as she drove to meet her friends.

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

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

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

'' Well, I suppose if she gets meaning and tries to say it 's mine, I 'll just get a paternity test to prove it 's not. And then I 'll say I remember you laughing about something in the teacher 's lounge, something about a educatee and day of the month rape drugs, and a plan to rend a hotel room ... I 'm so glad you used your credit card to pay for this elbow room, Brownstone, '' I said with a smiling. `` Blackmail 's a bitch, 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