Nov. 8th

dear Journal,

in conclusion Night I may take had a few too many malt whiskey sans rocks at the bar, and as a result I felt a little worsened for the wear when I woke up today. That is why I spent the advantageously part of one of my morning classes questioning whether a pertinacious vibrational hum I kept hearing was coming from my hungover top dog or from some former reservoir. I was trying to give a public lecture, yet behind my word of honor was a rum, somewhat annoying buzzing intelligent emitting from some mysterious informant in the theatre. I suspected it to be a student 's cell phone vibrating, as the noise would number and go throughout the public lecture. Scanning the students'faces, everybody seemed to be paying rhapsodic tending.

When the public lecture concluded, all the bookman left the hall except for Minnie. Perhaps you remember her from a few journal entryway ago ? She 's the cute ( if not slightly skanky-looking ) girl who came onto me after class recently. Slender and petite, today her outfit included plastered black leggings and a sloppy teal sweatshirt that fell off her shoulder -- kinda 1980s style. Normally she wore her pilus curly, but today it was straightened, falling down to her pert B cup tits. Her duncish lip were painted a bright, sheeny pink people of colour. I could hardly convey my eyes off them as she spoke to me, making comments about the lecture that practically fell on deaf ear, her back talk seemingly parting in tantalizingly slow motion. All my stress was on those shimmering, pouty mouth, envisioning my meat delving between them and down into her pharynx ...

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

'' prof ? Did n't you discover my question ? I was wondering if it was biologically potential for a ... ''

The rest of her give-and-take were drowned out by the holloa in my hungover head. Then, suddenly, there it was again -- that infernal buzzing sound ! As if a cruel auditory taunting to make for with my already aching brainiac ! Minnie was quiet. Her eyes closed, her brain falling back slightly. I could see her hand moving around in her sweatshirt pocket. fishy, I stepped close to her and reached into the pocket, 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 dial on the remote and the buzzing audio grew gaudy -- it was coming from Minnie 's genital organ ! ! A small groan fell from her sassing from the heighten shaking. I raised my eyebrows. She had a humble, vibrating sex toy in her slit, and the remote wirelessly controlled the trembling !

Suddenly my hangover was the live affair on my mind, perhaps due to all of the lineage draining from my question and into my erection. I kept the toy vibrating at full forcefulness and pulled her chin up to meet her mouth with mine. We kissed passionately. She moaned in my mouth. My hands pawed her perky tits through the cotton sweatshirt, first cupping and then squeezing them. Then my finger 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 business organization I pulled Minnie 's petite organic structure in front man of mine, shoving her up against the dais, and ran my hands up and down her body while kissing the back of her neck and shoulders. Her blond hair smelled like the most delightful strawberry and ointment ... Another moan escaped her lips, her eyes closed. My hard-on was stabbing into her pert derriere through the cut fabric of her leg covering. I rubbed my stuff appendage all against her asscrack, humping at her vibrating scratch from behind. I slipped the remote control into my sack and retrieved my penknife. Then I pushed Minnie forward so that she was hang over the ambo, her ass raised up, her metrical unit on tippy toes.

She gasped when I cut a minor slit in the crotch of her leg covering with my penknife. I poked my finger through the freshly cut hole, feeling her wet prick instantly. My digit went to my zip, gear up to unleash my raging 9 '' shit. It was risky -- anyone could walk in at any consequence. But I was consumed with lust, my prick so engorged now that my most baseborn instinct had taken over.

Minnie grunted when she felt me press the headway of my tool against her slit from behind, stretching the hole that had been cut in the textile. I shuddered, feeling the strange vibrating sensations coming from the sex toy buzzing inside of her cunt. 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 force the pass of my dick interior of her pussyhole from behind. She moaned again, tatty now, her shout echoing through the lecturing theatre.

I braced myself, one script keeping the hummer against her button and my other hand grasping the curve of her hip. Wet cunt flesh enveloped the head of my prick as I sank into her. My hips bucked at hers again, forcing all of my steel hard whoreson meat inside of her. It was my turn to groan, feeling her tight, moist hole squeezing my hawkshaw. I built up a libertine pace and she moaned again ; I knew we were playing with firing but could n't assist myself.

The dais was rattling loudly now as Minnie gripped it with Andrew D. White metacarpophalangeal joint. Her font was bent over column inch away from my lecture bank bill and various former papers, and my mouth were inch 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 groan were getting so trashy that I had to overlay her rima oris with my bridge player, silencing her cries to detract attention. I hammered her so backbreaking that the ambo she was pressed against was rocking wildly. Her purulent walls squeezed my cock hard now, her watchword muffled by my palm. I suspected she was having an sexual climax. I kissed her neck and she shuddered.

Just then a room access swung unresolved and in walked that bastard prof Brownstone ! I froze and gasped, immediately taking my hired hand from Minnie 's lips but keeping my pecker lodged trench inside of her. Clearing my throat, I rustled some of the report around on the dais and pointed at some random run-in as if explaining something to the lady friend. 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 talking to, Professor Brownstone. ``

Minnie nodded. My cock was still inside of her, her pussy paries holding my meat tightly. She was trembling. Before Brownstone could say anything else, my prick throbbed and suddenly a copious lading 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 meter to look at us. I pulled my dripping nitty-gritty from Minnie 's slit, both of us groaning. A short bit of cum oozed out from the golf hole that I 'd cut in her leggings. I shook my head -- this was indeed a dangerous game we were playing. Minnie looked over her shoulder and grinned at me.

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

She pulled her sweatshirt down over her ass and bounded out of the public lecture 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 take the air up to the dais I 'm standing behind. My erection 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 lilliputian private lessons you 're giving vernal Minnie after family ? ``

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

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

'' Please entrust 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 asshole response. `` Why, what 's that on the front of your pants, ally ? It appears to be some kind of bodily fluid. You tell me, Mr. biology Professor. I do n't remember we need to use a microscope to confirm the seminal fluid presently crusting upon your trousers. ``

My jaw dropped, my eyes falling to the front line of my mordant trousers where indeed a glob of blanched cum was sparkling in the light. I tried to keep back my composure despite my obvious guilt. Brownstone shook his head, chuckling sardonically. I debated punching him in the face for a few here and now. Instead I tried to stay calm and pass by him to kick the bucket the lecture dramatic art. He followed slowly behind.

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

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

'' I want to have a bend at pretty niggling Minnie 's twat, too. Then of row, I wo n't require to say a word to anybody. But if you can not satisfy this placement, I will gleefully go forth and spread news program of your vicious deportment. To Lynn, to the school day board, to all the mental faculty, to your neighbor, friends ... Your female parent and begetter ... ''

'' How am I supposed to make these so-called arrangements for you to have it away that girl ? '' I whispered harshly.

'' I do n't cognize 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 font behind him.

My first blackmailing !

~X

November 10th,

Journal -

My straits has been a veritable whirlwind of vexation and emotions these death couple of 24-hour interval since Brownstone 's blackmail threat. There is no possible way I can ask Minnie to fuck Brownstone ... She 'd never fuck the fat old bastard willingly. And so I had to constitute a plan, in decree to keep my hole-and-corner addiction from coming to the Light Within. It 's just one more thing I 'll induce to do that I wo n't be proud of in the end.

After division today, I pulled Minnie aside and invited her to meet me at a hotel this Saturday night so we could have Sir Thomas More secrecy and more fun. She was thrilled, seeming genuinely excited. I watched her pert ass wiggle as she walked away, a omission in her step. My eyes closed and I shook my head ... Blackmail 's a bitch.

~X

Nov 11th,

Dear journal -

Saturday night came around and Brownstone and I arrived at the hotel well before Minnie did. I got a two bedroom suite and made him obscure silently in a bathroom until further observance. My essence skipped a beat when I heard a knock on the room access shortly after 8pm. There was Minnie, standing in the room access looking sexy ( and a niggling 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 style top, forcing her tit to nearly slop out for my look at pleasure. Her bare shoulders looked dusted with glitter. My prick twinged. Guilt was consuming my thinker, though my cock was undeterred. My regard traveled from her taut thighs up to her moderately face, her eyelids sparkling with amobarbital sodium eyeshadow. Blond curls fell down her bare shoulders.

Minnie stepped inside, throwing her handbag down onto the heel counter and grabbing me in a passionate kiss immediately. line surged to my dick as my men caressed the silklike curved shape of her petite body. She moaned in my mouth. The architectural plan was falling into place ... dance step one was to get her all fired up and begging for cock.

I pushed her up against a wall and got to my articulatio genus, pulling her attire up over her hips to reveal a perfectly bald kitty-cat mound. She had neither bra nor panties on. The smelling of her juicy bitch overwhelmed my anterior naris. I leaned in and began vigorously tongue-lashing her puss, licking up and down from her clit nearly to her ass while her spine was up against the wall. Her eyes closed, her head falling back with a thumping. She giggled and then moaned. I was twirling my glossa all around her clit. Reaching into my back pocket, I grabbed a silk blindfold and furry manacle. 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 inwardness, loudly slurping up and down her slit and occasionally nibbling on her clit. Her little gasps and moan were filling the hotel room. I kissed my way up to her neck and lips before helping her puff the slinky apparel off to let on her perfectly shaven, slender, nude consistence. She giggled again. Her lilliputian teat hardened in the chill of the way. I jumped on them as soon as they were relinquish, sucking each piddling garden pink bud in my lip. Minnie moaned louder, her fingernails digging into my back. My backtalk went up to her neck and to her lips again. Then I smiled and brought the blindfold up to her optic. 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 bounce wrists down over her pert breast to her flat belly and back to her bald twat mound. She writhed on the bed, the mattress squeaking now, as I pulled out a pocket-size but powerful vibrator and began massaging her slash 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 panorama. Minnie was humping at the vibrator, obviously enjoying herself. several times it seemed she was really close to orgasm. I would always slow up down before bringing her over the edge, teasing her.

'' Fuck me ! Fuck 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 cock inches from her sex. Minnie moaned. Her bitch glistened from her arousal and my saliva. I turned my head as Brownstone stuck his puny bastard inside her teenager gob. Minnie groaned louder and I knew he was penetrating her now. The bed began squeaking rhythmically and I heard the squelching of his hawkshaw inside her pussycat. He gasped and grunted, fucking away inside her slopped cunt. I shook my heading in disgust, never going to forgive myself for my hired hand in this blackmail placement.

After a few minutes of calm penetration, Minnie was shrieking and shouting that she was cumming. Brownstone grunted. Surely her pussy walls were spasming around his fellow 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 breathing space. `` I need to get my birth control refilled. ``

Brownstone gasped. Then he pulled his cock out -- it was glazed with sperm cell ! The old bastard had already inseminated her ! He quietly spit on her pussy, making it seem like he shot his cargo on her cunt pile. She gasped and giggled. Then he massaged it on her vulva and jumped off the bed, running back to the privy. 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 restraints, I offered to let her use the exhibitor but she declined -- she said she was in a hurry to foot her friends up at the bar after close call option. She pulled the little blue clothes 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 pussy unwittingly full of cum. I envisioned Brownstone 's spermatozoan leaking out of her fix as she drove to match her friends.

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

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

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

'' well, I suppose if she gets meaning and tries to say it 's mine, I 'll just get a paternity psychometric test to show 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 ravishment drugs, and a plan to pull a hotel room ... I 'm so glad you used your credit carte to pay for this way, Brownstone, '' I said with a smile. `` 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