Nov. 8th

Dear daybook,

finis nighttime I may have had a few too many Scotch whisky sans rock music at the bar, and as a result I felt a little speculative for the wear when I woke up today. That is why I spent the upright contribution of one of my morning classes questioning whether a unyielding vibrational hum I kept hearing was coming from my hungover head or from some early source. I was trying to give a lecture, yet behind my Holy Scripture was a curious, somewhat annoying buzzing sound emitting from some mysterious beginning in the theatre. 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 rapt attention.

When the lecture concluded, all the students left the hall except for Minnie. Perhaps you remember her from a few journal debut ago ? She 's the cute ( if not slightly skanky-looking ) girl who came onto me after class recently. Slender and petite, today her getup included mingy black leg covering and a baggy teal sweatshirt that fell off her shoulder -- kinda 1980s style. Normally she wore her whisker curly, but today it was straightened, falling down to her pert B cup tits. Her thick backtalk were painted a bright, glossy pink colouring material. I could hardly take my eyes off them as she spoke to me, making comments about the lecture that practically fell on deaf ears, her lips seemingly parting in tantalizingly slow apparent motion. All my focus was on those shimmering, pouty backtalk, envisioning my meat delving between them and down into her throat ...

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

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

The eternal sleep of her words were drowned out by the roaring in my hungover head. Then, suddenly, there it was again -- that goddamned buzzing sound ! As if a cruel auditory taunt to play with my already aching brain ! Minnie was quiet. Her eye closed, her head falling back slightly. I could see her hired man moving around in her sweatshirt pocket. wary, I stepped close to her and reached into the pocket, grabbing a pocket-size purple remote from her bridge player. 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 louder -- it was coming from Minnie 's genital organ ! ! A small moan fell from her lip from the intensified vibration. I raised my eyebrows. She had a pocket-sized, vibrating sex toy in her slit, and the remote wirelessly controlled the palpitation !

Suddenly my hangover was the last thing on my mind, perhaps due to all of the blood draining from my fountainhead and into my hard-on. I kept the toy vibrating at to the full strength and pulled her chin up up to take on her rim with mine. We kissed passionately. She moaned in my rima oris. My hands pawed her perky tits through the cotton fiber sweatshirt, first cupping and then squeezing them. Then my fingers went down the curves of her body, resting on her hip. We kissed again.

It was almost noon. I worried someone could walk in on us, but despite my concerns I pulled Minnie 's tiny dead body in figurehead of mine, shoving her up against the soapbox, and ran my hands up and down her body while kissing the back of her cervix and shoulders. Her blond fuzz smelled like the most delicious strawberry mark and pick ... Another groan escaped her brim, her heart closed. My hard-on was stabbing into her irreverent backside through the thin fabric of her leggings. I rubbed my engorged fellow member all against her asscrack, humping at her vibrating dent from behind. I slipped the remote into my pocket and retrieved my penknife. Then I pushed Minnie forward so that she was set over the podium, her ass raised up, her feet on tippy toes.

She gasped when I cut a small pussy in the privates of her leg covering with my penknife. I poked my fingerbreadth through the saucily cut cakehole, feeling her wet slit instantly. My digit went to my zipper, ready to unleash my raging 9 '' asshole. It was high-risk -- anyone could walk in at any moment. But I was consumed with lust, my prick so engorged now that my most baseborn inherent aptitude had taken over.

Minnie grunted when she felt me press the head of my putz against her slit from behind, stretching the mess that had been cut in the fabric. I shuddered, feeling the strange resonate sensations coming from the sex toy buzzing inside of her cunt. Then with one bridge player I reached down inside her legging from the front and slowly pulled the vibrating bullet-shaped toy from her gash. I pressed it against her clitoris and proceeded to force the head of my dick inside of her pussyhole from behind. She moaned again, louder now, her cries echoing through the talk theatre.

I braced myself, one script keeping the bullet train against her button and my early bridge player grasping the curve of her hip. Wet cunt anatomy enveloped the nous of my prick as I sank into her. My coxa bucked at hers again, forcing all of my brand hard dickhead kernel inside of her. It was my twist to groan, feeling her tight, moist hole squeezing my putz. I built up a quicker pace and she moaned again ; I knew we were playing with fire but could n't serve myself.

The soapbox was rattling loudly now as Minnie gripped it with white knuckles. Her expression was bent over inches away from my speech distinction and various former papers, and my mouth were column inch away from her ear. I kissed her neck again while fucking her steadily from behind, rubbing the vibrating hummer all around her clit. We grew increasingly breathless. Her moans were getting so loud that I had to cover her oral fissure with my helping hand, silencing her cry to detract attention. I hammered her so hard that the podium she was pressed against was rocking wildly. Her pussy paries squeezed my cock hard now, her cries muffled by my palm. I suspected she was having an orgasm. I kissed her cervix and she shuddered.

Just then a doorway swung assailable and in walked that asshole Professor Brownstone ! I froze and gasped, immediately taking my hand from Minnie 's sassing but keeping my cock lodged mystifying inside of her. Clearing my throat, I rustled some of the written document around on the rostrum and pointed at some random Holy Scripture as if explaining something to the fille. 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, prof Brownstone. ``

Minnie nodded. My cock was still inside of her, her purulent walls holding my meat tightly. She was trembling. Before Brownstone could say anything else, my shit throbbed and suddenly a copious load of seminal fluid spurted forth into Minnie 's uterus ! We both quietly gasped. Brownstone looked wary but slowly walked out of the room, turning back a few fourth dimension to count at us. I pulled my dripping essence from Minnie 's pussy, both of us groaning. A fiddling bit of cum oozed out from the hole that I 'd cut in her leggings. I shook my school principal -- this was indeed a dangerous biz we were playing. Minnie looked over her shoulder and grinned at me.

'' Thanks prof. You 're always such a big avail, '' said Minnie with a twinkling.

She pulled her sweatshirt down over her ass and bounded out of the lecture mansion house, the heavy door slamming closed behind her. Not even two minute 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 bottom. My erection had yet to settle. He shook his head and grinned at me.

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

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

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

'' Please lead 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 front line of your drawers, Quaker ? 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 substantiate the seminal fluid presently crusting upon your trouser. ``

My jaw dropped, my center falling to the figurehead of my black trousers where indeed a glob of Theodore Harold White cum was sparkling in the light. I tried to hold my composure despite my obvious guilt trip. Brownstone shook his foreland, chuckling sardonically. I debated punching him in the face for a few moments. Instead I tried to remain cool it and walk by him to exit the lecture theatre. He followed slowly behind.

'' I ca n't waitress to differentiate Lynn about this, '' he said as I reached for the doorway handle. This clip I did swagger my arm back to punch him. But before I could, he went on. `` Unless, however, you agree to make a business deal. ``

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

'' I want to stimulate a routine at pretty trivial Minnie 's snatch, too. Then of course, I wo n't postulate to say a word to anybody. But if you can not accomplish this musical arrangement, I will gleefully go Forth River and spreadhead news of your execrable demeanor. To Lynn, to the school board, to all the staff, to your neighbour, friends ... Your mother and Father ... ''

'' How am I supposed to micturate these alleged arrangements for you to fuck that girlfriend ? '' 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

November 10th,

Journal -

My drumhead has been a unquestionable whirlwind of worries and emotions these terminal pair of daylight since Brownstone 's blackmail threat. There is no possible way I can ask Minnie to do it Brownstone ... She 'd never fuck the fat old prick willingly. And so I had to form a plan, in orderliness to keep my secret addiction from coming to the light. It 's just one more than affair 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 assemble me at a hotel this Saturday dark so we could feature more concealment and to a greater extent fun. She was thrilled, seeming genuinely excited. I watched her impertinent ass wiggle as she walked away, a skip in her stride. My eyes closed and I shook my head ... Blackmail 's a bitch.

~X

November 11th,

dearest daybook -

Sabbatum Nox came around and Brownstone and I arrived at the hotel well before Minnie did. I got a two bedroom cortege and made him obliterate silently in a john until further card. My warmheartedness skipped a beat when I heard a bash on the door shortly after 8pm. There was Minnie, standing in the doorway looking sexy ( and a fiddling slutty ) as always.

She had on a clingy blue satin garb that hugged her slender curve ball, barely covering her ass. It had a corset fashion top, forcing her tits to nearly disgorge out for my viewing pleasure. Her bare shoulder joint looked dusted with glitter. My prick twinged. guilt trip was consuming my nous, though my dick was undeterred. My gaze traveled from her taut thighs up to her pretty face, her eyelids sparkling with blasphemous eyeshadow. Blond curls fell down her bare shoulders.

Minnie stepped inside, throwing her purse down onto the counter and grabbing me in a passionate kiss immediately. profligate surged to my putz as my hands caressed the silky curved shape of her petite physical structure. She moaned in my mouth. The design was falling into post ... Step one was to get her all fired up and begging for cock.

I pushed her up against a bulwark and got to my knees, pulling her garb up over her hips to reveal a perfectly bald pussy mound. She had neither bra nor scanty on. The odour of her juicy pussy 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 cover was up against the rampart. Her eyes closed, her drumhead falling back with a thump. She giggled and then moaned. I was twirling my tongue all around her clit. Reaching into my back 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 pussycat meat, loudly slurping up and down her scratch and occasionally nibbling on her button. Her little gasp and moans were filling the hotel room. I kissed my way up to her neck opening and sassing before helping her pull the slinky dress off to uncover her perfectly shaven, slender, nude sculpture trunk. 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 little pink bud in my backtalk. Minnie moaned louder, her fingernails digging into my rear. My mouth went up to her neck and to her mouth again. Then I smiled and brought the blindfold up to her optic. She nodded.

One her eyes were covered, I took her wrist in mine and began sensuously handcuffing her to the bed. I kissed her again, from her bound wrists down over her irreverent titty to her flat belly and back to her bald cunt mound. She writhed on the bed, the mattress squeaking now, as I pulled out a minuscule but powerful vibrator and began massaging her gash with it. Now her outcry of pleasure were extremely loud. 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 scene. Minnie was humping at the vibrator, obviously enjoying herself. Several clip it seemed she was really close to orgasm. I would always slow down before bringing her over the edge, teasing her.

'' fucking me ! piece of tail 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 in from her sex. Minnie moaned. Her twat glistened from her foreplay and my saliva. I turned my top dog as Brownstone stuck his puny dickhead inside her teen hole. Minnie groaned louder and I knew he was penetrating her now. The bed began squeaking rhythmically and I heard the squelching of his gumshoe inside her kitty-cat. He gasped and grunted, fucking away inside her tight cunt. I shook my head in disgust, never going to forgive myself for my hand in this blackmail transcription.

After a few hour of steady incursion, 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 orgasm subsided.

'' Oh yeah, do n't cum inside me, professor, '' Minnie said as she caught her breath. `` I need to get my parturition ascendency 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 load on her pussy 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 body, splayed on the bed. Then I bent down and kissed her on the mouth. She smiled, still blindfolded.

After I freed her from her control, I offered to let her use the shower but she declined -- she said she was in a hurry to pick her supporter up at the bar after last call. She pulled the little dismal dress on again and grabbed her pocketbook, kissing me on the face and thanking me for the fun meter. And off she ran into the night, her cunt unwittingly broad of cum. I envisioned Brownstone 's spermatozoon leaking out of her hole as she drove to come across her friends.

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

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

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

'' Well, I suppose if she gets significant and tries to say it 's mine, I 'll just get a paternity mental 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 bookman and engagement rape drugs, and a plan to let a hotel room ... I 'm so glad you used your credit card to pay for this room, Brownstone, '' I said with a smile. `` Blackmail 's a kick, is n't it ? ``

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


Until adjacent time,
~Professor X