Nov. 8th

Dear Journal,

Last night I may have had a few too many malt whisky sans rock music at the bar, and as a result I felt a little worse for the clothing when I woke up today. That is why I spent the better character of one of my dawning classes questioning whether a persistent vibrational hum I kept hearing was coming from my hungover head or from some former source. I was trying to give a lecturing, yet behind my words was a rum, somewhat annoying buzzing speech sound emitting from some mystic source in the dramatics. I suspected it to be a scholarly person 's cell phone vibrating, as the noise would come and go throughout the lecture. Scanning the students'faces, everybody seemed to be paying rapt attention.

When the lecturing 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 ) fille who came onto me after course recently. Slender and petite, today her outfit included tight black legging and a baggy teal sweatshirt that fell off her shoulders -- kinda 1980s style. Normally she wore her whisker curly, but today it was straightened, falling down to her pert B cup teat. Her thick lips were painted a lustrous, glossy pink color. I could hardly ingest my eyes off them as she spoke to me, making remark about the lecture that practically fell on deaf ears, her lips seemingly parting in tantalizingly slow movement. All my focus was on those shimmering, pouty brim, envisioning my meat delving between them and down into her throat ...

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

'' Professor ? Did n't you listen my dubiousness ? I was wondering if it was biologically potential for a ... ''

The rest of her words were drowned out by the roaring in my hungover head. Then, suddenly, there it was again -- that demonic buzzing sound ! As if a cruel auditory taunt to play with my already aching brain ! Minnie was silence. Her eyes closed, her straits falling back slightly. I could see her hand moving around in her sweatshirt sack. Suspicious, I stepped close to her and reached into the sac, grabbing a little 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 auditory sensation grew flash -- it was coming from Minnie 's genital organ ! ! A belittled moan fell from her sass from the escalate quiver. I raised my eyebrows. She had a lowly, vibrating sex toy in her puss, and the distant wirelessly controlled the palpitation !

Suddenly my holdover was the last thing on my mind, perhaps due to all of the pedigree draining from my headland and into my erecting. I kept the toy vibrating at replete forte and pulled her chin up up to meet her backtalk with mine. We kissed passionately. She moaned in my mouth. My hands pawed her perky tits through the cotton wool sweatshirt, first cupping and then squeezing them. Then my digit went down the breaking ball of her body, resting on her rosehip. We kissed again.

It was almost noon. I worried individual could walk in on us, but despite my concerns I pulled Minnie 's petite body in front of mine, shoving her up against the dais, and ran my hired man up and down her trunk while kissing the back of her neck and shoulder. Her blond hair smelled like the most delicious strawberry and emollient ... Another moan escaped her lips, her eyes closed. My hard-on was stabbing into her pert backside through the fragile fabric of her leggings. I rubbed my engorged phallus 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 knack over the dais, her ass raised up, her feet on cranky toes.

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

Minnie grunted when she felt me press the drumhead of my pecker against her slit from behind, stretching the hole that had been cut in the material. I shuddered, feeling the strange vibrating sensations coming from the sex toy buzzing inside of her cunt. Then with one hired hand I reached down inside her leggings from the nominal head and slowly pulled the vibrating bullet-shaped toy from her slice. I pressed it against her clit and proceeded to force the head of my cock inside of her pussyhole from butt. She moaned again, louder now, her cries echoing through the lecture theatre.

I braced myself, one hired man keeping the bullet against her clitoris and my other hand grasping the curve ball of her hip. Wet puss human body enveloped the pass of my shaft as I sank into her. My hips bucked at hers again, forcing all of my steel hard prick substance inside of her. It was my number to moan, feeling her tight, dampish hole squeezing my tool. I built up a faster pace and she moaned again ; I knew we were playing with fire but could n't facilitate myself.

The podium was rattling loudly now as Minnie gripped it with flannel knuckles. Her facial expression was bent over column inch away from my public lecture notes and various other papers, 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 clitoris. We grew increasingly inanimate. Her groan were getting so loud that I had to comprehend her oral cavity with my hand, silencing her cries to detract attention. I hammered her so hard that the dais she was pressed against was rocking wildly. Her puss walls squeezed my pecker hard now, her cries muffled by my palm. I suspected she was having an sexual climax. I kissed her neck and she shuddered.

Just then a threshold swung open and in walked that asshole prof Brownstone ! I froze and gasped, immediately taking my hand from Minnie 's lips but keeping my cock lodged deep inside of her. Clearing my pharynx, I rustled some of the newspaper around on the dais and pointed at some random lyric 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 query she had about my talk, Professor Brownstone. ``

Minnie nodded. My cock was still inside of her, her pussy walls holding my heart and soul tightly. She was trembling. Before Brownstone could say anything else, my prick throbbed and suddenly a voluminous warhead of semen spurted forth into Minnie 's womb ! We both quietly gasped. Brownstone looked fishy but slowly walked out of the room, turning back a few times to count at us. I pulled my dripping meat from Minnie 's slit, both of us groaning. A niggling bit of cum oozed out from the hole that I 'd cut in her leg covering. 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 help, '' said Minnie with a wink.

She pulled her sweatshirt down over her ass and bounded out of the lecture dorm, the heavy doorway 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 posterior. My erection had yet to subside. He shook his straits and grinned at me.

'' What a dog you are ... '' he said to me. `` Does your wife Lynn know about these lilliputian common soldier lessons you 're giving new Minnie after class ? ``

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

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

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

'' It 's far from over, '' this mother fucker replies. `` Why, what 's that on the front man of your pants, friend ? 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 confirm the seminal fluid presently crusting upon your trousers. ``

My jaw dropped, my eyes falling to the front of my black-market trouser where indeed a clump of white cum was sparkling in the luminance. I tried to retain my equanimity despite my obvious guilty conscience. Brownstone shook his head, chuckling sardonically. I debated punching him in the look for a few import. Instead I tried to stay on calm and walkway by him to exit the lecturing theatre. He followed slowly behind.

'' I ca n't hold back to tell Lynn about this, '' he said as I reached for the door handle. This clip I did prance 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 inch from his grimace. `` What kind of deal ? '' I asked, lowering my voice.

'' I want to take a turn at pretty little Minnie 's kitty-cat, too. Then of course, I wo n't necessitate to say a Word of God to anybody. But if you can not execute this organization, I will gleefully go Forth and distribute news of your sorry behavior. To Lynn, to the school board, to all the faculty, to your neighbour, friends ... Your mother and Padre ... ''

'' How am I supposed to make these so-called arranging for you to fuck that young lady ? '' I whispered harshly.

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

My first blackmailing !

~X

November 10th,

diary -

My headland has been a veritable whirlwind of vexation and emotions these close twain of day since Brownstone 's blackmail terror. There is no possible way I can ask Minnie to bonk Brownstone ... She 'd never fuck the fat old bastard willingly. And so I had to spring a program, in orderliness to keep my underground addiction from coming to the Light. It 's just one more thing I 'll induce to do that I wo n't be proud of in the end.

After family today, I pulled Minnie aside and invited her to suffer me at a hotel this Saturday night so we could suffer more privacy and more fun. She was thrilled, seeming genuinely excited. I watched her pert ass squirm as she walked away, a skip in her gradation. My eyes closed and I shook my head ... Blackmail 's a bitch.

~X

November 11th,

dear diary -

Sabbatum night came around and Brownstone and I arrived at the hotel well before Minnie did. I got a two bedroom suite and made him hide out silently in a privy until advance notice. My affection skipped a beat when I heard a roast 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 sky satin dress that hugged her slender curves, barely covering her ass. It had a girdle trend top, forcing her tits to nearly disgorge out for my viewing pleasure. Her bare shoulder joint looked dusted with scintillation. My prick twinged. Guilt was consuming my nous, though my cock was undeterred. My gaze traveled from her taut thighs up to her pretty face, her eyelid sparkling with risque eyeshadow. blonde ringlet fell down her bare shoulders.

Minnie stepped inside, throwing her purse down onto the counter and grabbing me in a passionate candy kiss immediately. Blood surged to my prick as my handwriting caressed the silken breaking ball of her petite body. She moaned in my mouth. The plan was falling into place ... stone's throw 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 unwrap a perfectly denuded kitty mound. She had neither bra nor panties on. The smell of her juicy puss 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 vertebral column was up against the rampart. Her optic closed, her head falling back with a thud. She giggled and then moaned. I was twirling my tongue all around her clit. Reaching into my back sack, I grabbed a silk blindfold and furry handcuffs. She giggled when I pulled them out dangled them in front end of her.

Then I laid her down on the bed and continued devouring her twat inwardness, loudly slurping up and down her slit and occasionally nibbling on her clitoris. Her little gasps and groan were filling the hotel elbow room. I kissed my way up to her neck and back talk before helping her pull the slinky apparel off to expose her perfectly shaven, slender, nude organic structure. She giggled again. Her diminutive nipples hardened in the chill of the room. I jumped on them as soon as they were free, sucking each small garden pink bud in my sass. Minnie moaned louder, her fingernails dig into my vertebral column. My lips 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 wrist 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 belly and back to her bald twat agglomerate. She writhed on the bed, the mattress squeaking now, as I pulled out a lowly but potent vibrator and began massaging her gash with it. Now her cries of pleasure were extremely loud. I looked behind me and realized Brownstone was peering in from the bathroom, watching me work Minnie 's pussy up into a frenzy. He was jacking his small-scale shaft to the scene. Minnie was humping at the vibrator, obviously enjoying herself. several clip it seemed she was really closely to orgasm. I would always slow down before bringing her over the sharpness, teasing her.

'' fuck me ! fuck me ! '' she finally yelled.

I turned to Brownstone and nodded. My job here was done. Brownstone grinned, his scratch in hand. He stepped up to the bed, his prick in from her sex. Minnie moaned. Her cunt glistened from her arousal and my spit. I turned my pass as Brownstone stuck his puny cock inside her teenage hole. 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 pussy. He gasped and grunted, fucking away inside her smashed pussy. I shook my nous in disgust, never going to forgive myself for my script in this blackmail arrangement.

After a few minutes of steady penetration, Minnie was shrieking and shouting that she was cumming. Brownstone grunted. Surely her kitty walls were spasming around his phallus 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 giving birth restraint refilled. ``

Brownstone gasped. Then he pulled his cock out -- it was glazed with sperm ! The old motherfucker had already inseminated her ! He quietly spit on her pussy, making it seem like he shot his payload on her bitch hummock. 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 consistency, splayed on the bed. Then I bent down and kissed her on the lips. 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 haste to pick her acquaintance up at the bar after last outcry. She pulled the trivial blue dress on again and grabbed her purse, kissing me on the impudence and thanking me for the fun time. And off she ran into the night, her cunt unwittingly full moon of cum. I envisioned Brownstone 's sperm leaking out of her gob as she drove to assemble her Quaker.

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

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

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

'' fountainhead, 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 instructor 's lounge, something about a scholarly person and date rape drugs, and a programme to hire a hotel room ... I 'm so gladiolus you used your credit card to pay for this room, Brownstone, '' I said with a smile. `` Blackmail 's a gripe, is n't it ? ``

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


Until adjacent time,
~Professor X