Nov. 8th

Dear daybook,

end Nox I may have had a few too many Scotch sans rock and roll at the bar, and as a result I felt a little worse for the wearing when I woke up today. That is why I spent the bettor component part of one of my sunrise classes questioning whether a persistent vibrational hum I kept hearing was coming from my hungover head or from some other source. I was trying to give a talking to, yet behind my words was a curious, somewhat annoying buzzing sound emitting from some inscrutable source in the theatre of operations. I suspected it to be a student 's cell telephone set vibrating, as the noise would follow and go throughout the lecture. Scanning the scholar'faces, everybody seemed to be paying enraptured aid.

When the lecturing concluded, all the students left the hall except for Minnie. Perhaps you remember her from a few journal incoming ago ? She 's the cute ( if not slightly skanky-looking ) female child who came onto me after social class recently. Slender and petite, today her outfit included tight black leging 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 thick rim were painted a brightly, glossy pink color. I could hardly take my eyes off them as she spoke to me, making comments about the lecture that practically fell on deaf spike, her lips seemingly parting in tantalizingly slow motion. All my nidus was on those shimmering, pouty lips, envisioning my inwardness delving between them and down into her throat ...

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

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

The remainder of her word were drowned out by the roaring in my hungover capitulum. Then, suddenly, there it was again -- that infernal buzzing sound ! As if a savage auditory taunt to play with my already aching mastermind ! Minnie was quiet. Her eyes closed, her headspring falling back slightly. I could see her hand moving around in her sweatshirt scoop. Suspicious, I stepped close to her and reached into the pocket, grabbing a minor 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 audio grew louder -- it was coming from Minnie 's private parts ! ! A pocket-size groan fell from her sassing from the step up quiver. I raised my eyebrows. She had a small, vibrating sex toy in her cunt, and the remote wirelessly controlled the quivering !

Suddenly my holdover was the conclusion thing on my mind, perhaps due to all of the blood draining from my head and into my hard-on. I kept the toy vibrating at full durability and pulled her chin up to meet her sass with mine. We kissed passionately. She moaned in my mouth. My hands pawed her perky tits through the cotton sweatshirt, first cupping and then squeezing them. Then my fingerbreadth went down the curved shape of her organic structure, resting on her rose hip. We kissed again.

It was almost noon. I worried somebody could walk in on us, but despite my concerns I pulled Minnie 's petite body in battlefront of mine, shoving her up against the rostrum, and ran my hands up and down her body while kissing the binding of her neck and articulatio humeri. Her blond hair smelled like the most yummy hemangioma simplex and ointment ... Another moan escaped her lips, her heart closed. My erection was stabbing into her pert nates through the thin fabric of her leggings. I rubbed my engorged penis all against her asscrack, humping at her vibrating prick from behind. I slipped the remote into my pouch and retrieved my penknife. Then I pushed Minnie forward so that she was bent over the podium, her ass raised up, her metrical foot on cranky toes.

She gasped when I cut a little incision in the crotch of her legging with my penknife. I poked my digit through the impertinently cut hole, feeling her wet puss instantly. My fingers went to my zip, cook to loose my raging 9 '' putz. It was risky -- anyone could walk in at any minute. But I was consumed with lust, my mother fucker so engorged now that my most basal inherent aptitude had taken over.

Minnie grunted when she felt me press the psyche of my dick against her slit from behind, stretching the mess that had been cut in the fabric. I shuddered, feeling the unusual resonate sensations coming from the sex toy buzzing inside of her puss. Then with one hand I reached down inside her legging from the front and slowly pulled the vibrating bullet-shaped toy from her cut. I pressed it against her clitoris and proceeded to force the top dog of my dick inside of her pussyhole from fanny. She moaned again, louder now, her shout echoing through the speech theatre.

I braced myself, one hand keeping the bullet against her clit and my former hired hand grasping the bend of her hip. Wet twat bod enveloped the head of my prick as I sank into her. My pelvis bucked at hers again, forcing all of my steel hard prick meat inside of her. It was my turn to groan, feeling her tight, moist mess squeezing my dick. I built up a degraded pace and she moaned again ; I knew we were playing with fire but could n't aid myself.

The soapbox was rattling loudly now as Minnie gripped it with white knuckle joint. Her look was bent over inch away from my talking to notes and several early newspaper publisher, and my lip were inches away from her ear. I kissed her neck again while fucking her steadily from behind, rubbing the vibrating bullet train all around her clit. We grew increasingly dyspneal. Her moan were getting so gimcrack that I had to continue her mouth with my hand, silencing her cries to detract attention. I hammered her so hard that the dais she was pressed against was rocking wildly. Her pussy walls squeezed my prick hard now, her cries muffled by my thenar. I suspected she was having an orgasm. I kissed her neck and she shuddered.

Just then a door swung surface and in walked that bastard Professor Brownstone ! I froze and gasped, immediately taking my hand from Minnie 's lips but keeping my cock lodged deeply inside of her. Clearing my throat, I rustled some of the written 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 eyebrow. I chuckled nervously and waved.

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

'' Yes, of form, I was just assisting Minnie with some motion she had about my talk, Professor Brownstone. ``

Minnie nodded. My hammer was still inside of her, her cunt walls holding my substance tightly. She was trembling. Before Brownstone could say anything else, my prick up throbbed and suddenly a copious payload of cum 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 calculate at us. I pulled my dripping sum from Minnie 's slit, both of us groaning. A little bit of cum oozed out from the gob 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 Professor. 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 lecture hall, the heavy door 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 head and grinned at me.

'' What a dog you are ... '' he said to me. `` Does your married woman Lynn know about these picayune buck private example you 're giving young Minnie after grade ? ``

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

'' I 'm sure as shooting you do n't, Xavier, '' the portly, balding English language prof 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 replies. `` Why, what 's that on the nominal head of your pants, friend ? 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 reassert the seminal fluid presently crusting upon your trousers. ``

My jaw dropped, my eyes falling to the front of my lightlessness trouser where indeed a clump of whiten cum was sparkling in the light. I tried to retain my composure despite my obvious guilt trip. Brownstone shook his head, chuckling sardonically. I debated punching him in the face for a few moments. Instead I tried to remain calm and walk by him to exit the lecture theater. He followed slowly behind.

'' I ca n't wait to tell Lynn about this, '' he said as I reached for the door handgrip. This fourth dimension I did cock my arm back to perforate 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 variety of deal ? '' I asked, lowering my voice.

'' I want to induce a turn at pretty piffling Minnie 's pussy, too. Then of course, I wo n't need to say a countersign to anybody. But if you can not live up to this placement, I will gleefully go forth and distribute news of your deplorable behavior. To Lynn, to the school circuit board, to all the faculty, to your neighbors, ally ... Your mother and Church Father ... ''

'' How am I supposed to make these so-called arrangements for you to sleep with that female child ? '' I whispered harshly.

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

My first blackmailing !

~X

November 10th,

Journal -

My head has been a veritable whirlwind of trouble and emotions these last couple of 24-hour interval since Brownstone 's blackmail menace. There is no possible way I can ask Minnie to fuck Brownstone ... She 'd never fuck the fat old bastard willingly. And so I had to form a design, in order to keep my secret addiction from coming to the igniter. It 's just one more thing I 'll accept to do that I wo n't be lofty of in the end.

After course today, I pulled Minnie aside and invited her to receive me at a hotel this Saturday dark so we could give more than privacy and 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 mind ... Blackmail 's a bitch.

~X

November 11th,

honey Journal -

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

She had on a clingy blue satin frock that hugged her slender breaking ball, barely covering her ass. It had a corset style top, forcing her tits to nearly talk out for my viewing pleasure. Her bare shoulders looked dusted with scintillation. My prick twinged. Guilt was consuming my mind, though my hammer was undeterred. My regard traveled from her taut thighs up to her pretty face, her lid sparkling with blue eyeshadow. Blond gyre fell down her bare berm.

Minnie stepped inside, throwing her purse down onto the tabulator and grabbing me in a passionate kiss immediately. Blood surged to my prick as my custody caressed the silky breaking ball of her petite body. She moaned in my mouth. The program was falling into piazza ... measure one was to get her all fired up and begging for cock.

I pushed her up against a wall and got to my stifle, pulling her frock up over her rose hip to reveal a perfectly bald pussy knoll. She had neither bra nor step-in on. The smell of her juicy bitch overwhelmed my anterior naris. I leaned in and began vigorously tongue-lashing her kitty, licking up and down from her clit nearly to her ass while her back was up against the bulwark. Her optic closed, her fountainhead falling back with a thumping. She giggled and then moaned. I was twirling my tongue all around her clit. Reaching into my rear pocket, I grabbed a silk blindfold and furry handcuff. She giggled when I pulled them out dangled them in strawman of her.

Then I laid her down on the bed and continued devouring her puss marrow, loudly slurping up and down her slit and occasionally nibbling on her button. Her lilliputian pant 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 consistence. She giggled again. Her lilliputian nipples hardened in the chill of the room. I jumped on them as soon as they were gratuitous, sucking each little rap bud in my mouth. Minnie moaned louder, her fingernails dig into my back. My brim 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 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 breast 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 right vibrator and began massaging her gash with it. Now her cry of pleasure were extremely meretricious. I looked behind me and realized Brownstone was peering in from the toilet, watching me work Minnie 's cunt up into a frenzy. He was jacking his modest turncock to the scene. Minnie was humping at the vibrator, obviously enjoying herself. several fourth dimension it seemed she was really shut down 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 prick in handwriting. 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 prick inside her stripling pickle. 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 hired man in this blackmail musical arrangement.

After a few minute of arc of brace insight, Minnie was shrieking and shouting that she was cumming. Brownstone grunted. Surely her kitty paries were spasming around his appendage now. The rhythmic squeaking of the bed slowed as Minnie 's orgasm subsided.

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

Brownstone gasped. Then he pulled his cock out -- it was glazed with sperm ! The old bastard had already inseminated her ! He quietly spit on her pussy, making it seem like he shot his lading on her twat heap. 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 physical structure, 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 hurry to piece her booster up at the bar after last claim. She pulled the slight downcast 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 cunt unwittingly wide of cum. I envisioned Brownstone 's sperm leaking out of her jam as she drove to match her friends.

A few instant after she left, Brownstone stepped out of the lavatory fully dressed.

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

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

'' fountainhead, I suppose if she gets pregnant and tries to say it 's mine, I 'll just get a authorship test to prove it 's not. And then I 'll say I remember you laughing about something in the instructor 's sofa, something about a educatee and particular date assault drugs, and a plan to rent a hotel elbow room ... I 'm so happy you used your reference poster to pay for this room, 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 shit up awhile.


Until next time,
~Professor X