Nov. 8th

honey Journal,

Last dark I may have had a few too many Scotch malt whisky sans rocks at the bar, and as a resolution I felt a little tough for the habiliment when I woke up today. That is why I spent the better division of one of my morning time classes questioning whether a tenacious vibrational hum I kept hearing was coming from my hungover head or from some early reservoir. I was trying to make a lecture, yet behind my Bible was a curious, somewhat annoying buzzing sound emitting from some orphic source in the theater of operations. I suspected it to be a student 's cell phone vibrating, as the dissonance would come and go throughout the public lecture. Scanning the student'faces, everybody seemed to be paying rapt aid.

When the lecture concluded, all the educatee left the manor hall except for Minnie. Perhaps you remember her from a few journal entries ago ? She 's the cute ( if not slightly skanky-looking ) miss who came onto me after social class recently. Slender and petite, today her turnout included tight Shirley Temple leg covering and a baggy bluish green sweatshirt that fell off her shoulders -- kinda 1980s expressive style. Normally she wore her hair curly, but today it was straightened, falling down to her pert B cup tits. Her thick back talk were painted a smart, glossy pink color. I could hardly charter my eyes off them as she spoke to me, making input about the public lecture that practically fell on deaf ears, her sass seemingly parting in tantalizingly wearisome gesture. All my direction was on those shimmering, pouty mouth, 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 neck and delicate clavicle 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 get word my inquiry ? I was wondering if it was biologically potential for a ... ''

The ease of her words were drowned out by the hollo in my hungover head. Then, suddenly, there it was again -- that infernal buzzing speech sound ! As if a cruel auditory taunt to play with my already aching brain ! Minnie was quiet. Her eyes closed, her head falling back slightly. I could see her hand moving around in her sweatshirt sack. Suspicious, I stepped close to her and reached into the air hole, grabbing a pocket-sized purple remote from her hand. I stared at it, momentarily confused. She looked up at me, smiling sweetly.

I turned up the dial on the remote control and the buzzing sound grew tawdry -- it was coming from Minnie 's crotch ! ! A small groan fell from her lips from the intensified trembling. I raised my eyebrows. She had a small, vibrating sex toy in her puss, and the outback wirelessly controlled the vibration !

Suddenly my hangover was the last affair 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-of-the-moon speciality and pulled her chin up to suffer her rim with mine. We kissed passionately. She moaned in my mouth. My hands pawed her perky tit through the cotton sweatshirt, first cupping and then squeezing them. Then my fingers went down the breaking ball of her body, resting on her hips. We kissed again.

It was almost noon. I worried someone could walk in on us, but despite my headache I pulled Minnie 's lilliputian body in front of mine, shoving her up against the dais, and ran my hands up and down her eubstance while kissing the back of her neck opening and shoulder. Her blond pilus smelled like the most luscious strawberries and cream ... Another moan escaped her sass, her optic closed. My erecting was stabbing into her impertinent backside through the thin framework of her leggings. I rubbed my satiate member all against her asscrack, humping at her vibrating slit from behind. I slipped the remote into my air hole and retrieved my penknife. Then I pushed Minnie forward so that she was bent over the dais, her ass raised up, her invertebrate foot on tender toes.

She gasped when I cut a minor slit in the private parts of her legging with my penknife. I poked my finger through the new cut hole, feeling her wet snatch instantly. My fingers went to my zip, ready to loose my raging 9 '' prick. It was wild -- anyone could walk in at any moment. But I was consumed with lust, my prick so engorged now that my most basest inherent aptitude had taken over.

Minnie grunted when she felt me press the head of my dick against her slit from behind, stretching the hole that had been cut in the fabric. I shuddered, feeling the strange vibrating mavin coming from the sex toy buzzing inside of her snatch. Then with one manus I reached down inside her leggings from the strawman and slowly pulled the vibrating bullet-shaped toy from her slice. I pressed it against her clit and proceeded to squeeze the fountainhead of my tool inside of her pussyhole from behind. She moaned again, tacky now, her cries echoing through the speech theatre.

I braced myself, one hand keeping the bullet against her button and my other hand grasping the curve of her hip. Wet bitch physique enveloped the head of my prick as I sank into her. My rosehip bucked at hers again, forcing all of my steel hard son of a bitch meat inside of her. It was my routine to moan, feeling her tight, moist hole squeezing my dick. I built up a faster pace 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 Edward Douglas White Jr. knuckles. Her face was bent over inches away from my lecture notes and assorted former papers, and my backtalk were in away from her ear. I kissed her neck again while fucking her steadily from behind, rubbing the vibrating bullet all around her clit. We grew increasingly breathless. Her moans were getting so tacky that I had to address her mouth with my bridge player, silencing her cries to detract attention. I hammered her so punishing that the pulpit she was pressed against was rocking wildly. Her cunt wall squeezed my tool hard now, her cries muffled by my palm. I suspected she was having an orgasm. I kissed her neck and she shuddered.

Just then a door swung open and in walked that dickhead prof Brownstone ! I froze and gasped, immediately taking my hand from Minnie 's lips but keeping my prick lodged deep inside of her. Clearing my throat, I rustled some of the papers around on the ambo 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 questions she had about my speech, Professor Brownstone. ``

Minnie nodded. My tool was still inside of her, her pussy wall holding my meat tightly. She was trembling. Before Brownstone could say anything else, my sting throbbed and suddenly a copious load of come spurted forth into Minnie 's uterus ! We both quietly gasped. Brownstone looked suspicious but slowly walked out of the room, turning back a few sentence to front at us. I pulled my dripping nitty-gritty from Minnie 's slit, both of us groaning. A minuscule bit of cum oozed out from the hole that I 'd cut in her leging. I shook my head -- this was indeed a grave game we were playing. Minnie looked over her shoulder and grinned at me.

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

She pulled her sweatshirt down over her ass and bounded out of the speech hall, the heavy door 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 walk up to the dais I 'm standing rear end. My hard-on had yet to lessen. 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 moral you 're giving immature Minnie after social class ? ``

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

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

'' Please leave now, Brownstone. This conversation is over, '' I said, stepping away from the ambo now that my erection had deflated.

'' It 's far from over, '' this son of a bitch replies. `` Why, what 's that on the front of your gasp, Friend ? It appears to be some kind of corporal fluid. You tell me, Mr. biology Professor. I do n't think we need to use a microscope to confirm the germinal fluid presently crusting upon your trousers. ``

My jaw dropped, my eyes falling to the front of my black pant where indeed a lump of Caucasian cum was sparkling in the light. I tried to retain my calm despite my obvious guilt trip. Brownstone shook his head, chuckling sardonically. I debated punching him in the face for a few bit. Instead I tried to persist simmer down and manner of walking by him to exit the lecture house. 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 punch him. But before I could, he went on. `` Unless, however, you agree to pretend a deal. ``

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

'' I want to have a turn at pretty piffling Minnie 's pussy, too. Then of course, I wo n't require to say a word to anybody. But if you can not satisfy this arranging, I will gleefully go Forth and circularise tidings of your execrable behaviour. To Lynn, to the school board, to all the faculty, to your neighbors, friends ... Your mother and don ... ''

'' How am I supposed to make these so-called arrangements for you to sleep together that girl ? '' 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 door in my grimace behind him.

My first blackmailing !

~X

Nov 10th,

Journal -

My point has been a veritable whirlwind of worries and emotions these last couple of days since Brownstone 's blackmail menace. There is no potential way I can ask Minnie to know Brownstone ... She 'd never fuck the fat old love child willingly. And so I had to form a plan, in lodge to go on my secret addiction from coming to the brightness level. It 's just one more thing I 'll get to do that I wo n't be gallant of in the end.

After category today, I pulled Minnie aside and invited her to get together me at a hotel this Saturday night so we could induce More seclusion and more fun. She was thrilled, seeming genuinely excited. I watched her pert ass wiggle as she walked away, a skip in her footstep. My center closed and I shook my head ... 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 sleeping accommodation suite and made him hide silently in a bathroom until further notification. My heart skipped a beat when I heard a knock on the door shortly after 8pm. There was Minnie, standing in the door looking sexy ( and a picayune slutty ) as always.

She had on a clingy blue satin dress that hugged her slender curves, barely covering her ass. It had a corset style top, forcing her tits to nearly talk out for my viewing pleasure. Her bare shoulder looked dusted with sparkle. My prick twinged. Guilt was consuming my mind, though my pecker was undeterred. My gaze traveled from her taut thighs up to her pretty nerve, her eyelids sparkling with blue-blooded eyeshadow. Blond coil fell down her bare berm.

Minnie stepped inside, throwing her purse down onto the return and grabbing me in a passionate candy kiss immediately. descent surged to my cock as my hands caressed the silken curves of her flyspeck body. She moaned in my sassing. The architectural 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 dress up over her hips to reveal a perfectly bald-headed pussycat mound. She had neither bra nor panties on. The smell of her juicy pussy overwhelmed my anterior naris. I leaned in and began vigorously tongue-lashing her pussy, licking up and down from her button nearly to her ass while her back was up against the wall. Her eyes closed, her head falling back with a thumping. She giggled and then moaned. I was twirling my clapper all around her clit. Reaching into my back pouch, 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 twat centre, loudly slurping up and down her slit and occasionally nibbling on her clit. Her piddling gasp and moans were filling the hotel room. I kissed my way up to her neck and sass before helping her clout the slinky attire off to let on her perfectly shaven, slender, nude person consistency. She giggled again. Her tiny nipples hardened in the frisson of the way. I jumped on them as soon as they were give up, sucking each lilliputian pinkish bud in my mouth. Minnie moaned louder, her fingernails excavation into my dorsum. My mouth went up to her neck and to her lips 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 impertinent titties to her insipid stomach and back to her bald slit heap. 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 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 putz to the scene. Minnie was humping at the vibrator, obviously enjoying herself. several times it seemed she was really skinny to orgasm. I would always slacken down before bringing her over the border, teasing her.

'' nookie me ! Fuck me ! '' she finally yelled.

I turned to Brownstone and nodded. My job here was done. Brownstone grinned, his putz in mitt. He stepped up to the bed, his tool in from her sex. Minnie moaned. Her snatch glistened from her stimulation and my saliva. I turned my head teacher as Brownstone stuck his puny prick inside her teen trap. Minnie groaned louder and I knew he was penetrating her now. The bed began squeaking rhythmically and I heard the squelching of his putz inside her cunt. 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 minutes of steady penetration, Minnie was shrieking and shouting that she was cumming. Brownstone grunted. Surely her pussycat 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 hint. `` I need to get my parturition ascendency refilled. ``

Brownstone gasped. Then he pulled his peter 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 burden on her cunt 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 eubstance, splayed on the bed. Then I bent down and kissed her on the sassing. She smiled, still blindfolded.

After I freed her from her restraint, I offered to let her use the shower bath but she declined -- she said she was in a hurry to pick her friends up at the bar after last shout. She pulled the little blue wearing apparel on again and grabbed her bag, kissing me on the brass and thanking me for the fun time. And off she ran into the night, her pussy unwittingly full of cum. I envisioned Brownstone 's sperm cell leaking out of her gob as she drove to meet her friends.

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

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

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

'' Well, I suppose if she gets fraught and tries to say it 's mine, I 'll just get a paternity run to establish it 's not. And then I 'll say I remember you laughing about something in the teacher 's lounge, something about a scholarly person and date rape drugs, and a programme to rent a hotel way ... I 'm so beaming you used your course 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 close the old bastard up awhile.


Until next meter,
~Professor X