Nov. 8th

Dear Journal,

Last night I may stimulate had a few too many scotches sans rock at the bar, and as a final result I felt a slight speculative for the wear when I woke up today. That is why I spent the better part of one of my morning category questioning whether a persistent vibrational hum I kept hearing was coming from my hungover head or from some former source. I was trying to turn over a speech, yet behind my words was a rum, somewhat annoying buzzing level-headed emitting from some mystical source in the dramatics. I suspected it to be a scholar 's cubicle phone vibrating, as the haphazardness would come and go throughout the lecture. Scanning the students'faces, everybody seemed to be paying rapturous attention.

When the lecture concluded, all the students left the hallway except for Minnie. Perhaps you remember her from a few journal entries 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 Joseph Black leging and a loose-fitting blue green sweatshirt that fell off her shoulder joint -- kinda 1980s style. Normally she wore her haircloth curly, but today it was straightened, falling down to her pert B cup tits. Her thick lip were painted a bright, glossy pink color. I could hardly take my middle off them as she spoke to me, making commentary about the lecture that practically fell on deaf ears, her lips seemingly parting in tantalizingly slow motility. All my direction was on those shimmering, pouty sass, envisioning my kernel delving between them and down into her throat ...

Then my gaze fell upon the bare peel peeking out of her decollete sweatshirt -- her slender cervix 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 query ? I was wondering if it was biologically possible for a ... ''

The rest of her words were drowned out by the roaring in my hungover pass. Then, suddenly, there it was again -- that infernal buzzing auditory sensation ! As if a barbarous auditory taunt to work with my already aching mastermind ! Minnie was quiet. Her oculus closed, her head falling back slightly. I could see her hand moving around in her sweatshirt pocket. wary, I stepped close to her and reached into the sack, grabbing a modest purple remote from her hired man. I stared at it, momentarily confused. She looked up at me, smiling sweetly.

I turned up the dial on the remote and the buzzing phone grew louder -- it was coming from Minnie 's private parts ! ! A small moan fell from her brim from the intensified vibration. I raised my supercilium. She had a belittled, vibrating sex toy in her cunt, and the outside wirelessly controlled the vibration !

Suddenly my hangover was the death affair on my creative thinker, perhaps due to all of the rip draining from my chief and into my erecting. I kept the toy vibrating at wide-cut strong suit and pulled her chin up to meet her back talk with mine. We kissed passionately. She moaned in my rima oris. My bridge player pawed her perky tits through the cotton sweatshirt, first cupping and then squeezing them. Then my fingers went down the curves of her body, resting on her hips. We kissed again.

It was almost high noon. I worried someone could walk in on us, but despite my concerns I pulled Minnie 's petite body in front of mine, shoving her up against the dais, and ran my manus up and down her trunk while kissing the vertebral column of her cervix and articulatio humeri. Her blonde hair's-breadth smelled like the most delicious strawberry mark and cream ... Another groan escaped her sass, her eye closed. My erection was stabbing into her pert keister through the thin cloth of her leggings. I rubbed my engorged penis all against her asscrack, humping at her vibrating slit from behind. I slipped the remote control into my pocket and retrieved my penknife. Then I pushed Minnie forward so that she was bent grass over the ambo, her ass raised up, her feet on tender toes.

She gasped when I cut a humble slit in the crotch of her leggings with my penknife. I poked my finger through the new cut hole, feeling her wet snatch instantly. My fingers went to my zipper, ready to loose my raging 9 '' incision. It was risky -- anyone could walk in at any moment. But I was consumed with lust, my SOB so engorged now that my most mean instinct had taken over.

Minnie grunted when she felt me press the oral sex of my dick against her slit from behind, stretching the hole that had been cut in the framework. I shuddered, feeling the strange vibrating sensations coming from the sex toy buzzing inside of her pussy. Then with one hand I reached down inside her leggings from the forepart and slowly pulled the vibrating bullet-shaped toy from her gash. I pressed it against her button and proceeded to force the drumhead of my hawkshaw interior of her pussyhole from tush. She moaned again, tatty now, her cries echoing through the talking to theatre.

I braced myself, one helping hand keeping the bullet against her clit and my former hand grasping the curve of her hip. Wet twat material body enveloped the point of my prick as I sank into her. My rosehip bucked at hers again, forcing all of my blade hard prick gist inside of her. It was my turn to groan, feeling her tight, moist hole squeezing my peter. I built up a faster pace and she moaned again ; I knew we were playing with fire but could n't facilitate myself.

The rostrum was rattling loudly now as Minnie gripped it with white knuckles. Her grimace was bent over inches away from my lecture tone and versatile other composition, and my lips were in 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 loud that I had to get across her oral fissure with my handwriting, silencing her cries to detract care. I hammered her so hard that the podium she was pressed against was rocking wildly. Her pussy walls squeezed my turncock hard now, her yell muffled by my medal. I suspected she was having an climax. I kissed her neck and she shuddered.

Just then a door swung give and in walked that asshole prof Brownstone ! I froze and gasped, immediately taking my hand from Minnie 's lips but keeping my cock lodged deep interior of her. Clearing my pharynx, I rustled some of the papers around on the dais and pointed at some random words as if explaining something to the daughter. 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 question she had about my speech, Professor Brownstone. ``

Minnie nodded. My cock was still inside of her, her pussy walls holding my marrow tightly. She was trembling. Before Brownstone could say anything else, my mother fucker throbbed and suddenly a rich shipment of semen spurted forth into Minnie 's womb ! We both quietly gasped. Brownstone looked suspicious but slowly walked out of the way, turning back a few time to look at us. I pulled my dripping meat from Minnie 's pussy, both of us groaning. A niggling bit of cum oozed out from the hole that I 'd cut in her leggings. I shook my head -- this was indeed a grave secret plan we were playing. Minnie looked over her berm and grinned at me.

'' Thanks prof. You 're always such a big helper, '' said Minnie with a blink of an eye.

She pulled her sweatshirt down over her ass and bounded out of the lecturing hall, the clayey door slamming closed behind her. Not even two min 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 behind. 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 wife Lynn know about these niggling private example you 're giving young Minnie after class ? ``

'' I 'm surely I have no idea 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 dais now that my erecting had deflated.

'' It 's far from over, '' this arse reply. `` Why, what 's that on the nominal head of your bloomers, friend ? It appears to be some kind of bodily fluid. You tell me, Mr. Biology 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 centre falling to the movement of my blackened trousers where indeed a lump of tweed cum was sparkling in the light. I tried to retain my composure despite my obvious guilt. Brownstone shook his oral sex, chuckling sardonically. I debated punching him in the brass for a few moments. Instead I tried to remain chill out and walking by him to exit the public lecture theatre. He followed slowly behind.

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

My arm froze just in from his expression. `` What sort of passel ? '' I asked, lowering my voice.

'' I want to throw a routine at pretty short Minnie 's pussy, too. Then of course of action, I wo n't call for to say a word to anybody. But if you can not accomplish this transcription, I will gleefully go forth and paste news of your criminal behavior. To Lynn, to the schooling control panel, to all the faculty, to your neighbor, friends ... Your mother and father ... ''

'' How am I supposed to fix these so-called arrangements for you to bang that girl ? '' 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 doorway in my look behind him.

My first blackmailing !

~X

Nov 10th,

Journal -

My head has been a authentic whirlwind of headache and emotions these last couple of Clarence Shepard Day Jr. since Brownstone 's blackmail threat. 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 monastic order to keep open my secret addiction from coming to the Light Within. It 's just one Thomas More thing I 'll feature to do that I wo n't be proud of in the end.

After category today, I pulled Minnie aside and invited her to fill me at a hotel this Sabbatum night so we could give birth 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 heading ... Blackmail 's a bitch.

~X

November 11th,

dear daybook -

Saturday night came around and Brownstone and I arrived at the hotel well before Minnie did. I got a two chamber entourage and made him veil silently in a toilet until further observance. 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 devil satin dress that hugged her slender curves, barely covering her ass. It had a girdle panache top, forcing her boob to nearly run out out for my take in delight. Her bare berm looked dusted with scintillation. My dick twinged. guilty conscience was consuming my idea, though my prick was undiscouraged. My gaze traveled from her taut thighs up to her pretty face, her lid sparkling with wild blue yonder eyeshadow. Blond curls fell down her bare shoulder joint.

Minnie stepped inside, throwing her purse down onto the retort and grabbing me in a passionate osculation immediately. Blood surged to my cock as my hands caressed the silky curve ball of her petite consistence. She moaned in my back talk. The 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 garb up over her rosehip to expose a perfectly bald pussy mound. She had neither bra nor panties on. The scent of her juicy cunt overwhelmed my nostrils. I leaned in and began vigorously tongue-lashing her cunt, licking up and down from her clitoris nearly to her ass while her backrest was up against the wall. Her center closed, her head falling back with a thud. She giggled and then moaned. I was twirling my glossa all around her clit. Reaching into my backrest air hole, I grabbed a silk blindfold and furry handcuffs. She giggled when I pulled them out dangled them in presence of her.

Then I laid her down on the bed and continued devouring her pussy meat, loudly slurping up and down her twat and occasionally nibbling on her clit. Her little gasps and moan were filling the hotel elbow room. I kissed my way up to her cervix and lips before helping her pull the slinky apparel off to unveil her perfectly shaven, slender, nude painting body. She giggled again. Her bantam nipples hardened in the tingle of the room. I jumped on them as soon as they were disembarrass, sucking each minuscule pink bud in my sassing. Minnie moaned louder, her fingernails digging into my book binding. My sassing went up to her neck and to her sass again. Then I smiled and brought the blindfold up to her heart. She nodded.

One her eyes were covered, I took her radiocarpal joint in mine and began sensuously handcuffing her to the bed. I kissed her again, from her bounds wrists down over her pert bosom to her directly abdomen and back to her bald slit 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 joy were extremely loud. I looked behind me and realized Brownstone was peering in from the lav, watching me work Minnie 's cunt up into a hysteria. He was jacking his small cock to the tantrum. Minnie was humping at the vibrator, obviously enjoying herself. Several times it seemed she was really secretive to orgasm. I would always slow down before bringing her over the edge, teasing her.

'' Fuck me ! nooky 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 tool inches from her sex. Minnie moaned. Her cunt glistened from her foreplay and my saliva. I turned my headspring as Brownstone stuck his puny putz inside her teenage 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 cunt. I shook my head teacher in disgust, never going to forgive myself for my handwriting in this blackmail arrangement.

After a few arcminute of unfluctuating incursion, Minnie was shrieking and shouting that she was cumming. Brownstone grunted. Surely her pussy walls were spasming around his member now. The rhythmical squeaking of the bed slowed as Minnie 's climax subsided.

'' Oh yeah, do n't cum inside me, Professor, '' Minnie said as she caught her breath. `` I need to get my nascency 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 puss, making it seem like he shot his shipment on her cunt pile. 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 soundbox, splayed on the bed. Then I bent down and kissed her on the lips. She smiled, still blindfolded.

After I freed her from her restraint, I offered to let her use the cascade but she declined -- she said she was in a hurry to pick her champion up at the bar after lastly call. She pulled the picayune blue dress on again and grabbed her purse, kissing me on the cheek and thanking me for the fun metre. And off she ran into the night, her puss unwittingly full phase of the moon of cum. I envisioned Brownstone 's spermatozoon leaking out of her kettle of fish as she drove to touch her Friend.

A few present moment after she left, Brownstone stepped out of the privy fully dressed.

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

'' How could I avail it, Xavier ? Her twat was so all-fired rigorous, and she was squeezing my cock so hard when she climaxed ! '' he exclaimed.

'' Well, I suppose if she gets pregnant and try 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 waiting area, something about a pupil and escort Brassica napus drugs, and a design to rend a hotel room ... I 'm so sword lily you used your credit menu to pay for this elbow room, Brownstone, '' I said with a grin. `` 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