FILTHY WET DIARIES

MR. MICHAEL

Mr. MICHAEL

I stopped in the hallway, feeling frustrated with everything going on in my life, contemplating how much of a mess everything was.

Everything just seemed to keep getting worse.

My boyfriend, or rather my ex, Kelvin, had broken up with me last night without giving me any reason or excuse whatsoever,

He didn't even have the balls to meet me in person, while telling me about the breakup. He broke up with me during our call last night.

While talking, he sounded so apologetic and hesitant as though there was a hidden reason for the breakup. I've always known he was a pushover, but I still couldn't quite think of any reason why he felt he needed to break up with me.

I tried asking him, but he wouldn't open up, just said he was sorry, and he didn't think we should continue with the relationship.

I was so heartbroken and angry, I blocked him immediately. I tried calling him this morning, but he ignored my calls. I needed explanations, excuses, reasons, anything at all.

I was on my way to Mr. Michael's office to turn in my assignment.

Mr Michael was a lecturer. He was quite good looking and had a hot sculpted body build. Many female students drooled over him, referring to him as a hot candy. The female lecturers were not exempted.

I used to be among them, but it stopped when I started dating Kelvin. I loved Kelvin so much that I had eyes for him alone, no one else, not even Mr Micheal anymore.

Sometime around that period, Mr Micheal started being openly hostile towards me.

I know I was never very bright when it came to school work, but I wasn't the dumbest in class, yet he never missed an opportunity to criticize and taunt me.

It was almost as if we had some unsettled beef that I wasn't even aware of.

He had given an assignment the previous week, and apparently I didn't do well, and he asked me to redo and resubmit again this morning, before his class later on.

I was on my way to his office to submit it now, but memories of my breakup with Kelvin last night kept resurfacing.

I sighed out loud, frustrated at my life, knowing fully well he would still criticize my work even though I had put in a lot of effort this time.

I got to his office, and knocked on the door, but there was no reply. I opened the door and he wasn't in there. I went into his office, planning to just drop the assignment on his desk. That way, I wouldn't have to listen to his criticism.

I dropped it on his desk and just as I was about to leave, I heard a loud grunt from his restroom.

I paused, alarmed. Was he in there?, wait, was he hurt?. I turned in the direction of the restroom and was about to knock on the door, when I caught him through the sides of my eye from the window.

His trousers and boxers were rumpled on his ankles and his hand was wrapped around his length. He was big and bulging, veiny and thick, the cap was pink with pleasure, and leaking precum already.

I should have turned and left, I wanted to, but my legs didn't move, instead it went closer to the window, peeking from the side. I wanted a clearer view.

His arm was moving rhythmically, his hand wrapped around his c**k. He was breathless and panting, as he stroked himself to the sight of a video from his laptop. The sounds from the laptop filled the room. The moans , the wet slap of skin to skin, the guy’s grunting as they kept f*****g.

“Yes, that's it, just like that unnhhh” I heard the lady scream, it sounded like my voice, but light and breathless.

I tried to move a little so I could see the video, but I couldn't, the laptop was facing almost opposite of the direction of my sight.

He groaned lowly, his hand moving faster on his length,

“f**k” his voice was low, with something I couldn't quite describe.

“That's it Isabelle, take that c**k like a good girl” he grunted. I was shocked to hear my name.

My p***y clenched hard, as though he was actually referring to me. Was that the porn actress's name? or was it a video of someone he knew?? Was it perhaps his girlfriend's name? Does his girlfriend share the same name with me? Did he really video her while they were having s*x or was she being f****d by someone else?

A lot of questions flooded my mind, but my eyes stayed glued to him. Watching as he stroked himself.

He was gripping himself hard, twisting his fist on every upstroke, and the wet sound of skin, sliding over skin, mixed with his low grunts filled the room.

My p***y clenched so violently, I had to press my thighs together, to keep myself standing.

I could feel fresh wetness pooling at my panties, my mouth, wide and dry.

I needed to touch myself, I couldn't stop myself.

My hand slid under the hem of my tiny leather skirt, before I could think twice, my fingers found my bare p***y instantly, slick, and swollen, begging to be touched.

The second I touched my c**t, I had to bite down on my lips to keep myself quiet. My legs shook.

I was so sensitive, that one slow circle had my knees buckling, I leaned back my head, and slid my fingers lower, down my p***y, parting my lips, and scooping a little of my juices, before bringing them back up to rub my c**t in slow filthy circles while I watched Mr Michael pumped his c**k faster.

He still hadn't noticed me, his head was tipped back, as he struggled to keep his eyes open. His mouth was open as he breathed hard through his nose.

My pace increased as my fingers moved faster between my legs following his rhythm.

My juices were dripping over my hands now, the wet, sloppy sounds were not too quiet to be unheard, but he was too in his head, he couldn't hear it.

He growled once again, his hand flying over his c**k, his arm flexing, his veins standing out.

“f**k Kelvin!, faster”

“I'm gonna c*m belly,” hearing those words from his laptop made me freeze, confused, and shocked.

I was certain that was Kelvin's and my voice, but we never recorded ourselves, how was Mr Michael watching a video of us?.

I felt chills round my body as I brought out my fingers from my aching p***y. What was going on?.

“f**k belly”, he grunted as he came, spurt after spurt of c*m landed on the toilet sit. He wiped his head to the side a little, and our eyes met instantly.