Nov. 8th

Dear diary,

concluding night I may have had a few too many malt whisky sans stone at the bar, and as a result I felt a niggling worse for the clothing when I woke up today. That is why I spent the near voice of one of my sunup course of study 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 speech, yet behind my words was a singular, somewhat annoying buzzing sound emitting from some orphic beginning in the theatre. I suspected it to be a student 's jail cell sound vibrating, as the racket would come and go throughout the lecture. Scanning the student'faces, everybody seemed to be paying rapt attention.

When the lecture concluded, all the educatee 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 ) girl who came onto me after division recently. Slender and petite, today her outfit included tight contraband leg covering and a loose-fitting 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 mamilla. Her buddy-buddy mouth were painted a burnished, shining pink vividness. I could hardly use up my eyes off them as she spoke to me, making input about the talking to that practically fell on deaf ears, her lips seemingly parting in tantalizingly ho-hum motion. All my focus was on those shimmering, pouty backtalk, envisioning my meat delving between them and down into her throat ...

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

'' professor ? Did n't you get wind my question ? I was wondering if it was biologically potential for a ... ''

The rest period of her words were drowned out by the hollo in my hungover head teacher. Then, suddenly, there it was again -- that blamed buzzing sound ! As if a cruel auditory taunt to take on with my already aching mental capacity ! Minnie was pipe down. Her eyes closed, her headspring falling back slightly. I could see her hand moving around in her sweatshirt sac. Suspicious, I stepped close to her and reached into the sack, grabbing a small purple remote from her mitt. 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 sound grew cheap -- it was coming from Minnie 's crotch ! ! A small moan fell from her lips from the intensified vibration. I raised my eyebrow. She had a small, vibrating sex toy in her puss, and the outside wirelessly controlled the vibration !

Suddenly my hangover was the last thing on my mind, perhaps due to all of the blood draining from my head and into my erection. I kept the toy vibrating at full forcefulness and pulled her chin up to satisfy her lips with mine. We kissed passionately. She moaned in my mouth. My hands pawed her perky boob through the cotton sweatshirt, get-go cupping and then squeezing them. Then my fingers went down the curve ball of her body, resting on her hips. We kissed again.

It was almost noon. I worried soul could walk in on us, but despite my business I pulled Minnie 's petite consistence in social movement of mine, shoving her up against the dais, and ran my hired hand up and down her dead body while kissing the back of her neck opening and berm. Her blond hair smelled like the most pleasant-tasting strawberry and pick ... Another moan escaped her lips, her eyes closed. My erection was stabbing into her pert behind through the slim fabric of her legging. I rubbed my binge 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 pulpit, her ass raised up, her groundwork on tippy toes.

She gasped when I cut a small twat in the privates of her leging with my penknife. I poked my digit through the new cut hole, feeling her wet twat instantly. My finger's breadth went to my zipper, gear up to unleash my raging 9 '' shit. It was high-risk -- anyone could take the air in at any moment. But I was consumed with lust, my scratch so engorged now that my most baseborn instinct had taken over.

Minnie grunted when she felt me press the head of my pecker against her slit from behind, stretching the hole that had been cut in the fabric. I shuddered, feeling the foreign vibrating sensation coming from the sex toy buzzing inside of her cunt. Then with one hand I reached down inside her leggings from the front and slowly pulled the vibrating bullet-shaped toy from her slash. I pressed it against her clit and proceeded to coerce the head of my prick inside of her pussyhole from behind. She moaned again, gimcrack now, her battle cry echoing through the lecturing theatre.

I braced myself, one helping hand keeping the bullet against her clit and my other helping hand grasping the curve of her hip. Wet snatch flesh enveloped the foreland of my prick as I sank into her. My rose hip bucked at hers again, forcing all of my steel hard prick nitty-gritty inside of her. It was my good turn to groan, feeling her tight, damp pickle squeezing my dick. I built up a profligate pace and she moaned again ; I knew we were playing with fire but could n't aid myself.

The podium was rattling loudly now as Minnie gripped it with whiten brass knuckles. Her case was bent over inches away from my lecture notes and assorted former papers, and my lips 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 dyspnoeal. Her moans were getting so tatty that I had to cover her back talk with my hand, silencing her war cry to detract attending. I hammered her so hard that the soapbox she was pressed against was rocking wildly. Her pussy walls squeezed my cock hard now, her cries muffled by my thenar. I suspected she was having an sexual climax. I kissed her neck and she shuddered.

Just then a door swung heart-to-heart and in walked that son of a bitch Professor Brownstone ! I froze and gasped, immediately taking my hand from Minnie 's lip but keeping my cock lodged deep interior of her. Clearing my throat, I rustled some of the theme around on the dais and pointed at some random watchword 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 class, I was just assisting Minnie with some questions she had about my lecture, 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 prick throbbed and suddenly a copious load of semen spurted forth into Minnie 's womb ! We both quietly gasped. Brownstone looked suspicious but slowly walked out of the room, turning back a few sentence to await at us. I pulled my dripping meat from Minnie 's slit, both of us groaning. A little bit of cum oozed out from the hole that I 'd cut in her leggings. I shook my headland -- this was indeed a grave biz we were playing. Minnie looked over her articulatio humeri and grinned at me.

'' Thanks Professor. You 're always such a big helper, '' said Minnie with a jiffy.

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 instant after she 'd walked out and my fly was zipped back up, Brownstone comes back in and walks up to the soapbox I 'm standing backside. My erection had yet to subside. He shook his heading and grinned at me.

'' What a dog you are ... '' he said to me. `` Does your wife Lynn know about these lilliputian private lessons you 're giving young Minnie after grade ? ``

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

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

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

'' It 's far from over, '' this asshole replies. `` Why, what 's that on the front of your bloomers, ally ? It appears to be some variety of somatic fluid. You tell me, Mr. biological science Professor. I do n't think we need to use a microscope to corroborate the seminal fluid presently crusting upon your trousers. ``

My jaw dropped, my eyes falling to the front of my black pant where indeed a glob of Andrew Dickson White cum was sparkling in the light. I tried to retain my calmness despite my obvious guilt. Brownstone shook his question, chuckling sardonically. I debated punching him in the look for a few moments. Instead I tried to continue calm and manner of walking by him to exit the speech theater. He followed slowly behind.

'' I ca n't wait to say 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 make a deal. ``

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

'' I want to have a turn at pretty slight Minnie 's pussy, too. Then of course of study, I wo n't ask to say a give-and-take to anybody. But if you can not action this arrangement, I will gleefully go Forth River and spread news of your deplorable behavior. To Lynn, to the schooltime board, to all the faculty, to your neighbour, friends ... Your mother and father ... ''

'' How am I supposed to realize these supposed arrangements for you to have it away that girl ? '' I whispered harshly.

'' I do n't have intercourse and do n't like. You have until the end of this weekend. '' And with that he walked past me, shutting the door in my facial expression behind him.

My first blackmailing !

~X

November 10th,

daybook -

My point has been a regular whirlwind of trouble and emotions these last couple of 24-hour interval since Brownstone 's blackmail threat. There is no possible way I can ask Minnie to bed 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 Christ Within. It 's just one more affair I 'll experience to do that I wo n't be majestic of in the end.

After class today, I pulled Minnie aside and invited her to fulfill me at a hotel this Sat night so we could sustain more than concealment and more fun. She was thrilled, seeming genuinely excited. I watched her pert ass wiggle as she walked away, a skip in her footmark. My eyes closed and I shook my header ... Blackmail 's a bitch.

~X

November 11th,

Dear Journal -

Saturday Nox came around and Brownstone and I arrived at the hotel well before Minnie did. I got a two bedroom rooms and made him obscure silently in a bathroom until further notice. My nub skipped a beat when I heard a knock on the room access 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 curvature, barely covering her ass. It had a corset style top, forcing her tits to nearly disgorge out for my watch pleasure. Her bare shoulders looked dusted with glitter. My asshole twinged. guilt was consuming my mind, though my tool was undeterred. My gaze traveled from her taut thighs up to her reasonably fount, her palpebra sparkling with blue eyeshadow. blonde curls fell down her bare shoulders.

Minnie stepped inside, throwing her handbag down onto the counter and grabbing me in a passionate kiss immediately. blood line surged to my peter as my work force caressed the satiny curves of her midget consistence. She moaned in my mouth. The plan was falling into place ... whole tone 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 dress up over her hip to reveal a perfectly denudate pussycat mound. She had neither bra nor step-in on. The smell of her juicy slit overwhelmed my nostril. I leaned in and began vigorously tongue-lashing her puss, licking up and down from her clit nearly to her ass while her dorsum was up against the wall. Her eyes closed, her drumhead falling back with a thud. She giggled and then moaned. I was twirling my tongue all around her button. Reaching into my back scoop, 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 pith, loudly slurping up and down her slit and occasionally nibbling on her clit. Her lilliputian gasps and moans were filling the hotel elbow room. I kissed my way up to her neck and lips before helping her puff the slinky dress off to disclose her perfectly shaven, slender, au naturel trunk. She giggled again. Her flyspeck mammilla hardened in the chill of the elbow room. I jumped on them as soon as they were liberal, sucking each little pink bud in my lip. Minnie moaned louder, her fingernails digging into my back. My lips went up to her neck and to her mouth again. Then I smiled and brought the blindfold up to her centre. 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 titties to her apartment venter and back to her bald cunt mound. 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 pleasure were extremely brassy. I looked behind me and realized Brownstone was peering in from the bathroom, watching me work Minnie 's cunt up into a frenzy. He was jacking his small cock to the view. Minnie was humping at the vibrator, obviously enjoying herself. several times it seemed she was really close to orgasm. I would always slow down before bringing her over the sharpness, teasing her.

'' piece of tail me ! Fuck me ! '' she finally yelled.

I turned to Brownstone and nodded. My job here was done. Brownstone grinned, his bastard in hand. He stepped up to the bed, his turncock inches from her sex. Minnie moaned. Her cunt glistened from her arousal and my spittle. I turned my head as Brownstone stuck his puny prick inside her adolescent 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 pussy. He gasped and grunted, fucking away inside her tight twat. I shook my head in disgust, never going to forgive myself for my helping hand in this blackmail arrangement.

After a few minutes of steady incursion, Minnie was shrieking and shouting that she was cumming. Brownstone grunted. Surely her puss walls were spasming around his member now. The rhythmical 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 intimation. `` I need to get my nascence ascendance refilled. ``

Brownstone gasped. Then he pulled his cock out -- it was glazed with spermatozoon ! The old illegitimate child had already inseminated her ! He quietly spit on her pussy, making it seem like he shot his lode on her slit cumulus. She gasped and giggled. Then he massaged it on her vulva and jumped off the bed, running back to the bath. I looked at Minnie 's petite eubstance, splayed on the bed. Then I bent down and kissed her on the rim. She smiled, still blindfolded.

After I freed her from her constraint, I offered to let her use the shower but she declined -- she said she was in a hastiness to peck her friends up at the bar after last birdcall. She pulled the little blasphemous dress on again and grabbed her purse, kissing me on the cheek and thanking me for the fun meter. And off she ran into the night, her puss unwittingly full of cum. I envisioned Brownstone 's sperm leaking out of her jam as she drove to meet her supporter.

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

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

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

'' wellspring, I suppose if she gets pregnant and endeavour 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 date rape drugs, and a plan to hire a hotel way ... I 'm so glad you used your credit card to pay for this room, Brownstone, '' I said with a grin. `` Blackmail 's a kick, is n't it ? ``

He gasped and then snapped his jaw closed. That should shut the old bastard up awhile.


Until following time,
~Professor X