I have always been really involved in theatre. I don't act, and my metier is costumes and make-up. I'd never considered myself feminine until I went off to University when I was 19 years old and met my new dramatics prof, Mr. Kean. He was a big guy, about 50 old age old with inkiness and grey hair. 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 girls kit and rub one out. What's the hurt, I figured ? I was always thrifty to never get caught. I was doing exactly this one Friday. As the last someone left, I immediately went to the fille changing way and excitedly began picking things out. Okay, I have another confession. Over the summertime, I bought a dildo at a sex shop, and have been routinely fucking my ass with it. I brought it with me to the dressing elbow room that day in my backpack.

So, I put on a little wearing apparel and bird with a pair of pink panties that I found and got out my dildo. I usually lock the door behind me, but in my hullabaloo to get to the deed of conveyance, I left it unlocked. I was a few minutes into my seance, ready to cum but trying to make it last a piddling prospicient, when I got the approximation of trying to cum in my own backtalk. The post I ended up assuming was with my ramification pointing towards the ceiling propped up against a wall and resting on my pep pill back and neck so that my putz was only an column inch from my expression and it left one manus free to labor the dildo into my ass while the other hand stroked my shaft. Perfect, I thought. I was really into the moment when I heard the door subject. I was furiously shoving the dildo into my ass with one hand and jerk off with the other, and suddenly Mr.Kean was in the threshold, 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 knock scanty holding my ankles together, a dildo up my exposed ass, and cum all over my human face. I was stunned, and I didn't move an inch. Suddenly Mr. Kean reached into his pocket, took out his sound, and snapped a picture.

Suddenly I was enraged,

"What the ass ? !"I said in my deepest and about intimidating vocalization possible as I righted myself.

I must throw looked pretty queer, dressed in a skirt with makeup and cum on my face and pulling a dildo out of my ass. Mr. Kean thought so, and he laughed a little at my exclamation. Then he looked at me with a bum gaze and said"that's no way for a slut to talk to her pa ”.

"WHAT THE FUCK ? !"I said, this sentence the electrical shock of what he said circumstance in and suddenly he slapped me. Not surd, but firmly.

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

I kind of expected it at that peak, and with a somewhat misrepresent disappointed groan I got on my genu in front of him.

"commodity girl, I didn't even need to order you to kneel"Mr. Kean said. I realized he was right, and blushed a little. The melodic theme of playing with another man's cock had come up in my fantasies and I had kind of wanted to but I never seriously considered it. Now I would have to. I was expecting the worst when Mr. Kean unzipped himself and let his jeans fall to the storey. He was still wearing briefs and he took a measure closer to me. I could see the precis of his semi-hard dick and I reached out to rub it. I gasped a bit as I felt it starting to grow under my succor. Now it was straining against the fabric of the Jockey shorts so I pulled the elastic band down feather and let his peter springtime out. It was magnificent. It looked like It could belong to one of those Greek statues. It was at least 8 inches long and very thick, curving slightly upward before tapering off to a circumcised mushroom head. My point was edge away from it and I was leaning forward to get licking the shaft 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 staring cock, afraid he was going to put it away. Instead Mr. Kean barked a laugh and took out his sound again. He brought up the picture he took of me originally and handed me the phone.

'' Delete the photo, and we can profess like this never happened, but you'll never get to nurse my prick and experience me cum in your oral fissure"Mr. Edmund Kean said.

I knew what I wanted, and I leaned over so Mr. Kean cock was resting on my nose and took a selfie, handing the telephone 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 further encouragement and immediately put the head in my mouth. It felt right wing, to be on my human knee servicing a man, and I could feel blood rushing to my dick again. I looked up and Mr. Kean was taking another picture of me, this time with his peter in my lip. I looked up at him as he took the picture with my backtalk good of putz. I was able to get about half his shaft down my throat and began bobbing my head back and forth. Suddenly Mr. Kean pushed me back forcefully so I was pushed against the paries and began thrusting in and out of my mouth.

"Just relax, and let pappa have it off your oral fissure"He said.

I tried to do as he said, and soon he was sliding almost all of his prick down my throat. I gagged a picayune, but that only made his cock slicker with spittle. Soon his formal were pressing up against my chin and my nose was buried in hair's-breadth with every stroke. His strokes became more erratic and he began to grunt. I knew he was about to cum, and was still unprepared for the cloudburst he unleashed in my mouth. I felt his hammer spurt with each thrust and I began to spit out on cum as he pulled his cock out to finish his orgasm on my face.

"good fille,"He said,"we'll Edward Teach you how to accept next time ”.

With that, he walked out. I jerked off again, attempted to clean up, and went home. The side by side week I was cast to a girls office. Mr. Edmund Kean said I was pure for the role, and that was that. Later that week, I found a note in my locker telling me to get a wax for all my pilus waist down. My body was already almost hairless, but I liked the estimate. It hurt like hell getting wax, but damn did I ever look sexy in the mirror afterwards. On Monday, we were rehearsing a scene in the play during which I have a hanker oral presentation part. Mr. Kean kept telling me that I needed to make my interpreter go higher, but I just couldn't do it. After a few tries, he finally told me to stay after class today for some private vox deterrent example. My cock immediately sprung up and I have to allow in I was excited to show off my newly hairless consistence. I also couldn't point picturing his big meaty member. I waited after class as I was told, still in costume as a girl nail with physical composition. I walked up to Mr. Edmund Kean role and knocked tentatively.

"Come in"said a vocalisation from inside.

I did, and walked into Mr. Keans office. I had never been here before. There were some posters for several productions and plays, some signed and others not. Directly in front man of me was a large reddish brown desk. I remember thinking that desk certainly wasn't bought on the schooling budget. Mr. Kean sat behind it in an armchair with a hungry look in his eye. He was wearing a white button-up shirt and black pants. I walked closer and he began to tattle

"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 now, I'm going to teach you how much of a girly little fornicatress you are ”.

If I wasn't completely heavily before, I sure was now. I nodded at him and was about to talk again when he cut me off"come over here and need 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 implements of war around my waistline pull up me in closer to him. I couldn't help but notice the bulge pressing between my boldness and I began to gyrate my coxa a little bit. Mr. Edmund Kean softly moaned and began pulling up my dress around my waist. Next, he pulled my piddling tilt grueling dick out of my panties and fit one vauntingly fist over my whole erecting and began to quickly thrill his fist back and Forth, sending waves of my pleasure through my body.

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

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

"Take your panties 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 panty and next kneeling inbetween his legs. I unbuckled his pants and pulled them around his waistline, revealing the Lapp mode of briefs that he was wearing before and that magnificent cock straining to be detached. I obliged it and pulled down the elastic, once again in awe in front of such a massive and perfectly shaped cock. I immediately reached forward with my mouth to commence my work but I had only managed to get the tip in when I felt his secure arms ambit under my armpits and lift me onto his lap, facing him.

"I'm going to teach you how to really be a effective girl"he said.

I felt his right paw reach around me and commence rubbing my hole with something wet and a short sticky. I realized he was lubing my hole with my own cum. The recognition made my cock grow hard again and I leaned a small further into Mr.Kean, allowing his probing hand better access code to my hole. My growing cock was not lost on him.

"You like it when pop plays with your little twat, don't you ?"

"Mmhmm"I moaned in response.

Suddenly he hoisted me a little mellow and positioned his shaft at the entrance to my arsehole. I was excited and terrified. Slowly he began to push against me. I could feel his hard member, both strong and firm, but also soft pushing slowly into me. I gasped a slight as the head slipped by my closed chain. He smiled and gave my ass a playful slap, the vibrations feeling antic in my ass. Now I was the one applying pressure as I slowly drop mysterious onto his shaft. It felt unknown, but also wonderful to be this full. The last few inch started to offend and instead of taking the hale matter I began to bounce up and down slowly. The flavour was indescribable and I was lost in my luxuria and pleasure, still bouncing up and down on ¾ of his huge peter. I felt his arms on my shoulders applying atmospheric pressure and pushing me deeper on each down throw. It hurt a minuscule, but it also felt incredibly serious to be so wide and going inscrutable on each bouncing. I was lost in the sensation when suddenly his hands pushed me down harder than before and I squealed a little in pain as I slid down the last in of his peter all at once. Mr.Kean smiled at me.

"Now you sound like a good little slut. I knew you could do it"He said. I felt myself flush a little. He reached out and moved aside my slight dick, still hard as a rock, to show that I was completely impaled on his stopcock. I felt proud, and I started my rhythmic bouncing again. Soon I felt my climax beginning to construct. No one was touching my cock, but the flavour of sliding up and down Mr. Edmund Kean big pole was going to make me cum.

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

"Go ahead. Use my big cock 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 do it how retentive it lasted but it was easily the longest orgasm I've ever had. I moaned and collapsed onto Mr. Kean chest.

"Damn 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 love you hard for that '' He growled.

With that, he lifted me up again and laid me face up onto his desk, with my animal foot over his shoulders. His cock never left me, and now it started to thrust in and out.
I honestly thought I was going to cum again when his cerebrovascular accident became stronger and his oink louder.

"Take it slut"he growled, and I needed to brace myself with my hand 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 second. Slowly, he pulled out and I felt the vacancy as his cock flopped out, still covered in cum. I turned around, got down on my human knee, and began to cream his still enormous peter clean. Suddenly, I felt it twitch. Was he getting hard again ? The intellection caused my own cock to jerk, and I began bobbing my head back and Forth on his appendage in earnest ...