Nov. 8th

dearest Journal,

close night I may possess had a few too many Scotch malt whisky sans rocks at the bar, and as a resultant I felt a little uncollectible for the wear when I woke up today. That is why I spent the better part of one of my morning course questioning whether a unyielding vibrational hum I kept hearing was coming from my hungover straits or from some other source. I was trying to establish a lecture, yet behind my words was a curious, somewhat annoying buzzing speech sound emitting from some deep source in the field of operations. I suspected it to be a student 's cell telephone vibrating, as the stochasticity would come and go throughout the lecture. Scanning the scholar'faces, everybody seemed to be paying rhapsodic attention.

When the lecture concluded, all the students left the student residence except for Minnie. Perhaps you remember her from a few journal entree ago ? She 's the cute ( if not slightly skanky-looking ) girl who came onto me after socio-economic class recently. Slender and petite, today her outfit included tight pitch-black leggings and a loose-fitting teal sweatshirt that fell off her berm -- kinda 1980s fashion. Normally she wore her pilus curly, but today it was straightened, falling down to her pert B cup tits. Her duncical sass were painted a bright, lustrous pink color. I could hardly pack my centre 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 centering was on those shimmering, pouty lips, envisioning my heart delving between them and down into her pharynx ...

Then my gaze fell upon the bare tegument peeking out of her low-necked sweatshirt -- her slender neck opening 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 listen my doubtfulness ? I was wondering if it was biologically potential for a ... ''

The rest of her words were drowned out by the boom in my hungover head. Then, suddenly, there it was again -- that infernal buzzing sound ! As if a brutal auditory taunting to wreak with my already aching brain ! Minnie was quiet. Her middle closed, her heading falling back slightly. I could see her mitt moving around in her sweatshirt pocket. Suspicious, I stepped close to her and reached into the pocket, grabbing a minuscule purpurate remote from her paw. 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 forte -- it was coming from Minnie 's fork ! ! A modest moan fell from her lips from the intensified vibe. I raised my eyebrow. She had a small, vibrating sex toy in her pussy, and the remote wirelessly controlled the shaking !

Suddenly my holdover was the terminal thing on my creative thinker, perhaps due to all of the origin draining from my school principal and into my erection. I kept the toy vibrating at wide strong suit and pulled her chin up to satisfy her rim with mine. We kissed passionately. She moaned in my mouth. My mitt pawed her perky tits through the cotton sweatshirt, first cupping and then squeezing them. Then my fingers went down the curved shape of her body, resting on her hips. We kissed again.

It was almost high noon. I worried mortal could walk in on us, but despite my business organisation I pulled Minnie 's bantam eubstance in front of mine, shoving her up against the soapbox, and ran my hands up and down her body while kissing the back of her neck and articulatio humeri. Her blonde hair smelled like the most delicious strawberries and cream ... Another moan escaped her lips, her center closed. My erection was stabbing into her pert backside through the lose weight framework of her leg covering. I rubbed my engorged fellow member 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 stump, her ass raised up, her animal foot on tippy toes.

She gasped when I cut a small slit in the crotch of her leggings with my penknife. I poked my digit through the new cut hole, feeling her wet slit instantly. My fingers went to my zipper, prepare to unleash my raging 9 '' dent. It was wild -- anyone could walk in at any instant. But I was consumed with lustfulness, my whoreson so engorged now that my most baseborn instincts had taken over.

Minnie grunted when she felt me press the head of my dick against her scratch from behind, stretching the hole that had been cut in the fabric. I shuddered, feeling the strange vibrating virtuoso coming from the sex toy buzzing inside of her cunt. Then with one hand I reached down inside her legging from the front man and slowly pulled the vibrating bullet-shaped toy from her gash. I pressed it against her clitoris and proceeded to hale the headland of my dick interior of her pussyhole from arse. She moaned again, meretricious now, her cries echoing through the public lecture theatre.

I braced myself, one hired hand keeping the bullet against her clitoris and my other hand grasping the curvature of her hip. Wet cunt material body enveloped the chief of my prick as I sank into her. My pelvic girdle bucked at hers again, forcing all of my blade hard prick heart inside of her. It was my turn to groan, feeling her tight, dampish hole squeezing my peter. I built up a quicker footstep and she moaned again ; I knew we were playing with fire but could n't help myself.

The dais was rattling loudly now as Minnie gripped it with white knuckles. Her look was bent over inches away from my public lecture notes and several early document, and my lips were inch away from her ear. I kissed her neck opening again while fucking her steadily from behind, rubbing the vibrating bullet all around her clit. We grew increasingly breathless. Her groan were getting so loud that I had to shroud her mouth with my helping hand, silencing her rallying cry to detract attention. I hammered her so unvoiced that the stump she was pressed against was rocking wildly. Her pussy walls squeezed my cock hard now, her cries muffled by my medal. I suspected she was having an climax. I kissed her neck and she shuddered.

Just then a threshold swung outdoors and in walked that prick prof Brownstone ! I froze and gasped, immediately taking my helping hand from Minnie 's lip but keeping my cock lodged inscrutable inside of her. Clearing my pharynx, 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 course, I was just assisting Minnie with some motion she had about my talking to, Professor 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 dick throbbed and suddenly a copious loading of semen spurted forth into Minnie 's womb ! We both quietly gasped. Brownstone looked suspect but slowly walked out of the room, turning back a few prison term to bet at us. I pulled my dripping meat from Minnie 's prick, both of us groaning. A little bit of cum oozed out from the hole that I 'd cut in her leg covering. I shook my head -- this was indeed a life-threatening game we were playing. Minnie looked over her shoulder and grinned at me.

'' Thanks prof. 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 residence, the heavily threshold 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 backside. My hard-on had yet to sink. He shook his foreland 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 Cy Young Minnie after class ? ``

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

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

'' Please provide now, Brownstone. This conversation is over, '' I said, stepping away from the rostrum now that my hard-on had deflated.

'' It 's far from over, '' this dickhead replies. `` Why, what 's that on the social movement of your pants, friend ? It appears to be some kind of corporeal fluid. You tell me, Mr. biology Professor. I do n't call back we need to use a microscope to corroborate the seminal fluid presently crusting upon your pant. ``

My jaw dropped, my center falling to the presence of my black trouser where indeed a clod of blank cum was sparkling in the ignitor. I tried to retain my calm despite my obvious guiltiness. Brownstone shook his caput, chuckling sardonically. I debated punching him in the side for a few moments. Instead I tried to remain calm and paseo by him to exit the public lecture house. He followed slowly behind.

'' I ca n't hold back to order 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 ca-ca a deal. ``

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

'' I want to have a turn at pretty little Minnie 's kitty-cat, too. Then of path, I wo n't postulate to say a Good Book to anybody. But if you can not action this musical arrangement, I will gleefully go forth and spread news of your deplorable behavior. To Lynn, to the schooling board, to all the faculty, to your neighbors, champion ... Your mother and beginner ... ''

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

'' I do n't bang 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 veritable whirlwind of worry and emotions these endure match 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 cocksucker willingly. And so I had to spring a plan, in order to keep my enigma dependance from coming to the light source. It 's just one More matter 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 meet me at a hotel this Saturday night so we could sustain Thomas More privacy and more fun. She was thrilled, seeming genuinely excited. I watched her pert ass wiggle as she walked away, a skip in her pace. My eyes closed and I shook my straits ... 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 bedroom suite and made him hide silently in a john until further card. My middle 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 wearing apparel that hugged her slender bend, barely covering her ass. It had a corset style top, forcing her tit to nearly pour forth out for my see pleasure. Her bare articulatio humeri looked dusted with coruscation. My prick twinged. Guilt was consuming my mind, though my cock was undeterred. My gaze traveled from her taut thighs up to her pretty face, her lid sparkling with blue eyeshadow. Blond curls fell down her bare shoulders.

Minnie stepped inside, throwing her purse down onto the retort and grabbing me in a passionate kiss immediately. stock surged to my stopcock as my hands caressed the silky breaking ball of her tiny body. She moaned in my mouth. The architectural plan was falling into berth ... Step one was to get her all fired up and begging for cock.

I pushed her up against a wall and got to my genu, pulling her dress up over her pelvic arch to reveal a perfectly barefaced pussy hammock. She had neither bra nor scanty on. The smell of her juicy snatch 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 rear 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 clitoris. Reaching into my rear 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 pussy meat, loudly slurping up and down her snatch and occasionally nibbling on her clit. Her picayune gasp and moan were filling the hotel room. I kissed my way up to her cervix and sass before helping her twist the slinky dress off to expose her perfectly shaven, slender, nude body. She giggled again. Her flyspeck nipples hardened in the thrill of the room. I jumped on them as soon as they were unloose, sucking each little pink bud in my backtalk. Minnie moaned louder, her fingernails digging into my back. My brim went up to her neck opening and to her brim 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 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 potent 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 lav, watching me work Minnie 's snatch up into a hysteria. He was jacking his small dick to the scene. Minnie was humping at the vibrator, obviously enjoying herself. respective time it seemed she was really close to orgasm. I would always slow down down before bringing her over the border, 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 hired man. He stepped up to the bed, his tool column inch from her sex. Minnie moaned. Her puss glistened from her stimulation and my saliva. I turned my head as Brownstone stuck his puny prick inside her teenaged gob. 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 twat. He gasped and grunted, fucking away inside her soaked cunt. I shook my head in disgust, never going to forgive myself for my bridge player in this blackmail arrangement.

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

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

Brownstone gasped. Then he pulled his rooster out -- it was glazed with spermatozoon ! The old bastard had already inseminated her ! He quietly spit on her pussy, making it seem like he shot his loading on her pussy hummock. She gasped and giggled. Then he massaged it on her vulva and jumped off the bed, running back to the john. I looked at Minnie 's petite body, splayed on the bed. Then I bent down and kissed her on the brim. She smiled, still blindfolded.

After I freed her from her restraints, I offered to let her use the exhibitor but she declined -- she said she was in a hurry to foot her friends up at the bar after last song. She pulled the niggling bluing dress on again and grabbed her purse, kissing me on the cheek and thanking me for the fun time. And off she ran into the dark, her puss unwittingly full of cum. I envisioned Brownstone 's sperm leaking out of her hole as she drove to play her friends.

A few mo after she left, Brownstone stepped out of the john fully dressed.

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

'' How could I aid it, Xavier ? Her puss was so hoot pixilated, and she was squeezing my prick so hard when she climaxed ! '' he exclaimed.

'' wellspring, I suppose if she gets significant and endeavour to say it 's mine, I 'll just get a paternity test to essay it 's not. And then I 'll say I remember you laughing about something in the teacher 's sofa, something about a student and particular date colza drugs, and a plan to rent a hotel room ... I 'm so beaming you used your credit card 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 shut the old illegitimate up awhile.


Until next meter,
~Professor X