Nov. 8th

Dear Journal,

lastly night I may induce had a few too many scotches sans rocks at the bar, and as a result I felt a short worse for the wear when I woke up today. That is why I spent the better part of one of my first light classes questioning whether a unrelenting vibrational hum I kept hearing was coming from my hungover head or from some former reference. I was trying to give a lecture, yet behind my Scripture was a rummy, somewhat annoying buzzing effectual emitting from some occult generator in the field. I suspected it to be a student 's cell phone vibrating, as the noise would come and go throughout the lecture. Scanning the student'faces, everybody seemed to be paying rhapsodic attending.

When the lecture concluded, all the students left the hall except for Minnie. Perhaps you remember her from a few journal entries ago ? She 's the cute ( if not slightly skanky-looking ) little girl who came onto me after class recently. Slender and petite, today her getup included tight black leging and a loose-fitting teal sweatshirt that fell off her shoulder -- kinda 1980s flair. Normally she wore her hair curly, but today it was straightened, falling down to her pert B cup tits. Her duncical lips were painted a burnished, shining pink people of colour. 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 focus was on those shimmering, pouty lips, envisioning my meat delving between them and down into her throat ...

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

'' professor ? Did n't you get a line my interrogation ? I was wondering if it was biologically possible for a ... ''

The rest of her words were drowned out by the roaring in my hungover brain. Then, suddenly, there it was again -- that infernal buzzing auditory sensation ! As if a roughshod auditory taunt to play with my already aching brain ! Minnie was calm. Her eye closed, her head falling back slightly. I could see her handwriting moving around in her sweatshirt air pocket. wary, I stepped close to her and reached into the pocket, grabbing a small purpleness remote control 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 sound grew cheap -- it was coming from Minnie 's genitalia ! ! A small moan fell from her back talk from the intensified shakiness. I raised my eyebrows. She had a small, vibrating sex toy in her cunt, and the remote wirelessly controlled the vibration !

Suddenly my holdover was the last thing on my mind, perhaps due to all of the blood draining from my pass and into my hard-on. I kept the toy vibrating at good potency and pulled her chin up to touch her lips with mine. We kissed passionately. She moaned in my rima oris. My hands pawed her perky mamilla through the cotton sweatshirt, 1st cupping and then squeezing them. Then my fingers went down the curves of her body, resting on her articulatio coxae. We kissed again.

It was almost noonday. I worried mortal could walk in on us, but despite my concerns I pulled Minnie 's midget dead body in front line of mine, shoving her up against the ambo, and ran my mitt up and down her body while kissing the back of her neck opening and shoulders. Her blond hairsbreadth smelled like the most delicious strawberries and emollient ... Another moan escaped her mouth, her eyes closed. My erection was stabbing into her pert backside through the thin fabric of her leg covering. I rubbed my engorged 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 soapbox, her ass raised up, her ft on tippy toes.

She gasped when I cut a small slit in the crotch of her legging with my penknife. I poked my finger through the freshly cut hole, feeling her wet prick instantly. My finger's breadth went to my zipper, ready to let loose my raging 9 '' prick. It was risky -- anyone could walk in at any moment. But I was consumed with lust, my putz so engorged now that my most base instinct had taken over.

Minnie grunted when she felt me press the question of my dick against her twat from behind, stretching the maw that had been cut in the fabric. 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 leg covering from the front and slowly pulled the vibrating bullet-shaped toy from her gash. I pressed it against her clit and proceeded to wedge the head of my dick inside of her pussyhole from behind. She moaned again, cheap now, her cries echoing through the lecture theatre.

I braced myself, one hired man keeping the heater against her clitoris and my other hand grasping the breaking ball of her hip. Wet cunt flesh enveloped the head of my prick as I sank into her. My coxa bucked at hers again, forcing all of my steel hard prick core inside of her. It was my turn of events to groan, feeling her tight, damp hole squeezing my dick. I built up a faster tempo and she moaned again ; I knew we were playing with fire but could n't help oneself myself.

The pulpit was rattling loudly now as Minnie gripped it with white knuckles. Her typeface was bent over inches away from my lecture distinction and respective other written document, and my lips were inches away from her ear. I kissed her neck again while fucking her steadily from behind, rubbing the vibrating fastball all around her button. We grew increasingly breathtaking. Her moans were getting so loud that I had to cover her mouth with my hand, silencing her cries to take away attention. I hammered her so hard that the podium she was pressed against was rocking wildly. Her pussy walls squeezed my cock hard now, her shout muffled by my ribbon. I suspected she was having an orgasm. I kissed her cervix and she shuddered.

Just then a door swung unfold and in walked that motherfucker professor Brownstone ! I froze and gasped, immediately taking my paw from Minnie 's sassing but keeping my cock lodged recondite inside of her. Clearing my pharynx, I rustled some of the written document around on the podium and pointed at some random words as if explaining something to the girl. We were both breathing hard. Brownstone raised an brow. 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 lecture, professor Brownstone. ``

Minnie nodded. My cock was still inside of her, her kitty rampart holding my meat tightly. She was trembling. Before Brownstone could say anything else, my prickle throbbed and suddenly a copious warhead of seminal fluid spurted forth into Minnie 's womb ! We both quietly gasped. Brownstone looked untrusting but slowly walked out of the elbow room, turning back a few times to calculate at us. I pulled my dripping meat from Minnie 's slit, both of us groaning. A trivial bit of cum oozed out from the cakehole that I 'd cut in her legging. I shook my head -- this was indeed a dangerous game we were playing. Minnie looked over her articulatio humeri and grinned at me.

'' Thanks Professor. You 're always such a big assistant, '' 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 second after she 'd walked out and my fly was zipped back up, Brownstone comes back in and walk up to the rostrum I 'm standing behind. My erecting 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 trivial private lesson you 're giving young Minnie after course ? ``

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

'' I 'm surely you do n't, Saint Francis Xavier, '' the portly, balding English professor replied with a chuckle.

'' Please bequeath 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 whoreson replies. `` Why, what 's that on the front of your drawers, booster ? It appears to be some variety of bodily fluid. You tell me, Mr. Biology professor. I do n't think we need to use a microscope to substantiate the seminal fluid presently crusting upon your trousers. ``

My jaw dropped, my eyes falling to the front man of my black trousers where indeed a glob of white cum was sparkling in the visible light. I tried to keep my composure despite my obvious guilt. Brownstone shook his pass, chuckling sardonically. I debated punching him in the expression for a few moments. Instead I tried to remain tranquillize and walk by him to cash in one's chips the talking to theatre. He followed slowly behind.

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

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

'' I want to have a good turn at pretty fiddling Minnie 's pussy, too. Then of grade, I wo n't need to say a word to anybody. But if you can not fulfill this arrangement, I will gleefully go Forth River and spread intelligence of your deplorable doings. To Lynn, to the school board, to all the faculty, to your neighbor, friends ... Your mother and father ... ''

'' How am I supposed to make these so-called arrangements for you to fuck that fille ? '' 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 room access in my face behind him.

My first blackmailing !

~X

Nov 10th,

daybook -

My head has been a veritable whirlwind of worries and emotions these last duo of daylight since Brownstone 's blackmail menace. There is no potential way I can ask Minnie to do it Brownstone ... She 'd never fuck the fat old bastard willingly. And so I had to shape a plan, in order to keep my secret addiction from coming to the light. It 's just one more thing I 'll sustain 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 Sabbatum dark so we could have more concealment and more fun. She was thrilled, seeming genuinely excited. I watched her saucy ass wiggle as she walked away, a skip in her footprint. My eyes closed and I shook my head ... Blackmail 's a bitch.

~X

November 11th,

Dear Journal -

Sabbatum night came around and Brownstone and I arrived at the hotel well before Minnie did. I got a two chamber suite and made him hide silently in a bathroom until boost notice. My heart skipped a pulsation when I heard a whack on the room access shortly after 8pm. There was Minnie, standing in the room access looking sexy ( and a little slutty ) as always.

She had on a clingy blue satin dress that hugged her slender curved shape, barely covering her ass. It had a corset panache top, forcing her boob to nearly spill out for my viewing pleasure. Her bare articulatio humeri looked dusted with glitter. My prick twinged. Guilt was consuming my mind, though my putz was undeterred. My gaze traveled from her taut thighs up to her somewhat aspect, her eyelids sparkling with blue eyeshadow. Blond curls fell down her bare shoulder.

Minnie stepped inside, throwing her handbag down onto the counterpunch and grabbing me in a passionate kiss immediately. rakehell surged to my shaft as my hands caressed the silky curves of her diminutive body. She moaned in my rima oris. 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 frock up over her hip to expose a perfectly denuded pussy hill. She had neither bra nor pantie on. The smell of her juicy bitch 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 wall. 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 back pouch, I grabbed a silk blindfold and furry cuff. She giggled when I pulled them out dangled them in front line of her.

Then I laid her down on the bed and continued devouring her pussy centre, loudly slurping up and down her puss and occasionally nibbling on her clit. Her little gasp and moan were filling the hotel room. I kissed my way up to her cervix and backtalk before helping her clout the slinky dress off to unveil her perfectly shaven, slender, au naturel body. She giggled again. Her tiny mammilla hardened in the chill of the room. I jumped on them as soon as they were free, sucking each petty pink bud in my backtalk. Minnie moaned louder, her fingernails digging into my backrest. My lips went up to her cervix and to her back talk again. Then I smiled and brought the blindfold up to her eye. She nodded.

One her oculus 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 titty to her flat belly and back to her bald cunt hill. She writhed on the bed, the mattress squeaking now, as I pulled out a diminished but powerful vibrator and began massaging her gash with it. Now her cries of delight were extremely tawdry. I looked behind me and realized Brownstone was peering in from the bath, watching me work Minnie 's cunt up into a fury. He was jacking his pocket-size cock to the vista. Minnie was humping at the vibrator, obviously enjoying herself. Several times it seemed she was really close to orgasm. I would always slack down before bringing her over the edge, teasing her.

'' Fuck me ! fucking 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 peter inches from her sex. Minnie moaned. Her cunt glistened from her arousal and my saliva. I turned my head word as Brownstone stuck his puny dickhead inside her teenaged 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 slit. He gasped and grunted, fucking away inside her tight slit. I shook my mind in disgust, never going to forgive myself for my hand in this blackmail arrangement.

After a few moment of steady penetration, Minnie was shrieking and shouting that she was cumming. Brownstone grunted. Surely her pussy walls were spasming around his member now. The rhythmic squeaking of the bed slowed as Minnie 's coming 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 turncock out -- it was glazed with sperm ! The old by-blow had already inseminated her ! He quietly spit on her pussycat, making it seem like he shot his payload on her cunt pitcher's 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 trunk, splayed on the bed. Then I bent down and kissed her on the mouth. 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 pick her friends up at the bar after last call option. She pulled the little blue frock on again and grabbed her purse, kissing me on the cheek and thanking me for the fun time. And off she ran into the Nox, her cunt unwittingly wide-cut of cum. I envisioned Brownstone 's sperm leaking out of her hole as she drove to meet her friends.

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

'' full job sperming inside of her, dickhead, '' I said to him with disgust.

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

'' Well, I suppose if she gets pregnant 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 student and engagement rape drugs, and a program to lease a hotel way ... I 'm so gladiola you used your deferred payment 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 close the old bastard up awhile.


Until next time,
~Professor X