I have always been really involved in field of operations. I don't act, and my specialty is costumes and makeup. I'd never considered myself feminine until I went off to University when I was 19 years old and met my new house prof, Mr. Kean. He was a big guy, about 50 years old with Black person and gray-headed hairsbreadth. At 6'4'’ and over 200lbs he cut an imposing figure.

Now, I have this little affair that I've been doing. When I'm alone in the dressing room, which is often as I'm in charge of locking up every evening, I dress up in the fille rig and rub one out. What's the harm, I figured ? I was always careful to never get caught. I was doing exactly this one Friday. As the last-place person left, I immediately went to the girls changing way and excitedly began picking things out. O.K., I have another confession. Over the summer, I bought a dildo at a sex shop, and have been routinely fucking my ass with it. I brought it with me to the grooming room that day in my backpack.

So, I put on a footling frock and doll with a duet of pink panties that I found and got out my dildo. I usually lock the threshold behind me, but in my exhilaration to get to the act, I left it unlocked. I was a few minutes into my session, gear up to cum but trying to make it last a piddling longsighted, when I got the approximation of trying to cum in my own back talk. The position I ended up assuming was with my legs pointing towards the cap propped up against a wall and resting on my upper back and neck so that my putz was only an inch from my look and it left one hand free to push the dildo into my ass while the early hand stroked my cock. Perfect, I thought. I was really into the import when I heard the door loose. I was furiously shoving the dildo into my ass with one hand and jerking off with the other, and suddenly Mr.Kean was in the doorway, only a few feet away. I looked over at him as I came and shot a Brobdingnagian sticky load over my face.

So there I was, dressed in a skirt with a pair of ping panties holding my ankle together, a dildo up my discover ass, and cum all over my expression. I was stunned, and I didn't move an inch. Suddenly Mr. Kean reached into his pocket, took out his speech sound, and snapped a picture.

Suddenly I was enraged,

"What the nookie ? !"I said in my deepest and most intimidating phonation possible as I righted myself.

I must have looked pretty mirthful, dressed in a dame with make-up and cum on my face and pulling a dildo out of my ass. Mr. Kean thought so, and he laughed a lilliputian at my exclamation. Then he looked at me with a tush gaze and said"that's no way for a slut to babble to her daddy ”.

"WHAT THE FUCK ? !"I said, this sentence the seismic disturbance of what he said stage setting in and suddenly he slapped me. Not hard, but firmly.

"you will do what I say, or I send this picture to everyone"he said, and I knew he had me."Now suck my stopcock ”.

I kind of expected it at that point, and with a somewhat fake defeated moan I got on my knees in social movement of him.

"Good girl, I didn't even ask to order you to kneel"Mr. Kean said. I realized he was right, and blushed a little. The idea of playing with another man's cock had come up in my fancy and I had sort of need to but I never seriously considered it. Now I would let to. I was expecting the worst when Mr. Edmund Kean unzipped himself and let his jeans fall to the floor. He was still wearing briefs and he took a step closer to me. I could see the scheme of his semi-hard peter and I reached out to rub it. I gasped a bit as I felt it starting to grow under my ministrations. Now it was straining against the fabric of the briefs so I pulled the pliable down feather and let his pecker give out. It was magnificent. It looked like It could belong to one of those Greek statues. It was at to the lowest degree 8 in long and very thick, curving slightly upward before tapering off to a circumcised mushroom cloud nous. My head was column inch away from it and I was leaning forward to begin licking the dig when Mr. Edmund Kean pulled back.

"I want you to beg for my cock"he said. In a sudden exclamation of defiance I blurted out"no"but as soon as I said it I regretted it, and looked back to his perfect cock, afraid he was going to put it away. Instead Mr. Kean barked a laugh and took out his earpiece again. He brought up the motion-picture show he took of me earlier and handed me the phone.

'' Delete the exposure, and we can hazard like this never happened, but you'll never get to imbibe my dick and feel me cum in your lip"Mr. Kean said.

I knew what I wanted, and I leaned over so Mr. Keans stopcock was resting on my olfactory organ and took a selfie, handing the headphone back to my new daddy.
Mr. Kean's smile broadened as he saw what I did."May I suck daddy's cock now ?"I asked, trying to be sexy.

"Oh yeah, you've earned it baby"He replied.

I needed no encourage encouragement and immediately put the head in my mouth. It felt right, to be on my knees servicing a man, and I could find blood rushing to my putz again. I looked up and Mr. Kean was taking another moving-picture show of me, this time with his hammer in my mouth. I looked up at him as he took the picture with my utter full of tool. I was capable to get about half his tool down my throat and began bobbing my head back and Forth. Suddenly Mr. Edmund Kean pushed me back forcefully so I was pushed against the rampart and began thrusting in and out of my mouth.

"Just relax, and let dad fuck your mouth"He said.

I tried to do as he said, and soon he was sliding almost all of his shaft down my throat. I gagged a little, but that only made his cock slicker with saliva. Soon his testis were pressing up against my chin and my nose was buried in hair with every stroke. His strokes became more fickle and he began to grunt. I knew he was about to cum, and was still unprepared for the torrent he unleashed in my backtalk. I felt his cock spurt with each thrusting and I began to spit out on cum as he pulled his cock out to complete his orgasm on my face.

"good girl,"He said,"we'll Edward Teach you how to swallow next fourth dimension ”.

With that, he walked out. I jerked off again, attempted to houseclean up, and went home. The next week I was cast to a girls role. Mr. Kean said I was perfect for the role, and that was that. Later that calendar week, I found a note in my locker telling me to get a wax for all my hair waist down. My physical structure was already almost hairless, but I liked the theme. It hurt like inferno getting waxed, but damn did I ever look aphrodisiac in the mirror afterwards. On Monday, we were rehearsing a scene in the play during which I have a foresighted speaking constituent. Mr. Kean kept telling me that I needed to make my voice go higher, but I just couldn't do it. After a few endeavour, he finally told me to stay after class today for some private voice moral. My cock immediately sprung up and I have to admit I was excited to evince off my newly hairless body. I also couldn't plosive picturing his big meaty member. I waited after class as I was told, still in costume as a girlfriend discharge with make-up. I walked up to Mr. Edmund Kean place and knocked tentatively.

"semen in"said a voice from inside.

I did, and walked into Mr. Kean office. I had never been here before. There were some placard for assorted product and gaming, some signed and others not. Directly in front of me was a large reddish brown desk. I remember thinking that desk certainly wasn't bought on the schools budget. Mr. Edmund Kean sat behind it in an armchair with a hungry look in his eye. He was wearing a white button-up shirt and contraband pants. I walked closer and he began to peach

"I've seen that you're not completely committed to this role ”, he said. I began to protest but he waved me off and I fell silent.

"right hand now, I'm going to teach you how often of a girly small slut you are ”.

If I wasn't completely hard before, I sure was now. I nodded at him and was about to talk again when he cut me off"seed over here and take away a seat ”, he said, patting his knee. I began to do as I was told and walked over to him, turning around and sitting on his thigh. Immediately, I felt arms around my waist pull me in closer to him. I couldn't help but notice the bulge pressing between my impudence and I began to spin my coxa a footling bit. Mr. Kean softly moaned and began pulling up my dress around my waist. following, he pulled my little rock surd tool out of my step-in and fit one orotund clenched fist over my all erecting and began to quickly vibrate his fist back and forth, sending waves of my pleasure through my body.

"You like it when daddy rubs your fiddling clit, don't you ?"he whispered in my ear. I mumbled that I loved it. Soon, I could feel myself getting make to cum and I yelped, saying"I'm gon na cum daddy !"in a vocalization that was so high I hardly recognized it as my own.

"cum for daddy"I heard him say as I blasted my incumbrance into his hand.

"aim your panty off, and get my cock out"He said as I was panting and recovering from my orgasm

I did as he was told, standing up to slide out of my panties and next kneeling inbetween his ramification. I unbuckled his bloomers and pulled them around his waist, revealing the same elan of briefs that he was wearing before and that brilliant hammer straining to be dislodge. I obliged it and pulled down the elastic band, once again in awe in front of such a monolithic and perfectly shaped peter. I immediately reached forward with my mouth to begin my employment but I had only managed to get the tip in when I felt his substantial branch reach under my armpits and rustle me onto his lap, facing him.

"I'm going to teach you how to really be a good missy"he said.

I felt his rectify hand reach around me and start rubbing my hole with something wet and a petty sticky. I realized he was lubing my golf hole with my own cum. The realization made my prick grow hard again and I leaned a slight further into Mr.Kean, allowing his probing hand better admission to my hole. My growing tool was not lost on him.

"You like it when Daddy plays with your little pussy, don't you ?"

"Mmhmm"I moaned in response.

Suddenly he hoisted me a little higher and positioned his pecker at the entrance to my asshole. I was excited and terrified. Slowly he began to labour against me. I could experience his hard penis, both impregnable and firm, but also soft pushing slowly into me. I gasped a little as the capitulum slipped past my halo. He smiled and gave my ass a playful slap, the vibrations feeling fantastic in my ass. Now I was the one applying pressure as I slowly sank cryptical onto his cock. It felt strange, but also grand to be this wax. The death few inch started to ache and instead of taking the unharmed thing I began to jounce up and down slowly. The feeling was indescribable and I was lost in my lust and pleasure, still bouncing up and down on ¾ of his huge cock. I felt his arms on my shoulder joint applying air pressure and pushing me deeper on each down slash. It hurt a fiddling, but it also felt incredibly honest to be so full phase of the moon and going deeper on each bound. I was lost in the sense when suddenly his hired hand pushed me down harder than before and I squealed a fiddling in hurting as I slid down the last in of his cock all at once. Mr.Kean smiled at me.

"Now you sound like a honorable little slut. I knew you could do it"He said. I felt myself blush a niggling. He reached out and moved aside my little dick, still hard as a careen, to show that I was completely impaled on his putz. I felt proud, and I started my rhythmic bouncing again. Soon I felt my sexual climax beginning to build. No one was touching my cock, but the feeling of sliding up and down Mr. Edmund Kean big pole was going to draw me cum.

"I'm going to cum !"I gasped.

"Go ahead. Use my big stopcock to cum"He replied.

With his license, I started bucking more erratically and pushing my ass down hard. My orgasm was like a wave breaking. I don't know how long it lasted but it was easily the longest orgasm I've ever had. I moaned and collapsed onto Mr. Kean chest.

"red cent girl, that was sexy,"He said,"but you got cum all over my shirt"he added as he looked down and I saw that it was true.

"I'm sorry"I managed to say, still out of breath.

"I'm going to fuck you laborious for that '' He growled.

With that, he lifted me up again and laid me face up onto his desk, with my fundament over his articulatio humeri. His cock never left me, and now it started to hurtle in and out.
I honestly thought I was going to cum again when his strokes became stronger and his grunts louder.

"assume it slut"he growled, and I needed to steady myself with my hands so he didn't fuck me right off the desk !

I felt his cock inflate in my ass and with a momentuous knife thrust he unloaded inside me. He kept his cock inside my ass for a beautiful few import. Slowly, he pulled out and I felt the vanity as his rooster flopped out, still covered in cum. I turned around, got down on my human knee, and began to lick his still enormous cock clean. Suddenly, I felt it twitch. Was he getting hard again ? The thought caused my own shaft to jerk, and I began bobbing my head back and forth on his phallus in earnest ...