I have always been really involved in theater. I don't act, and my specialisation is costumes and make-up. I'd never considered myself feminine until I went off to University when I was 19 days old and met my new theater professor, Mr. Kean. He was a big guy, about 50 years old with mordant and grey hair. At 6'4'’ and over 200lbs he cut an imposing figure.

Now, I have this little thing 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 eventide, I dress up in the fille outfits and rub one out. What's the scathe, I figured ? I was always heedful to never get caught. I was doing exactly this one Fri. As the net mortal left, I immediately went to the daughter changing elbow room and excitedly began picking things out. Okay, I have another confession. Over the summer, I bought a dildo at a sex workshop, and have been routinely fucking my ass with it. I brought it with me to the fertilisation way that day in my backpack.

So, I put on a little frock and skirt with a pair of pink panties that I found and got out my dildo. I usually lock the door behind me, but in my exhilaration to get to the human activity, I left it unlocked. I was a few minutes into my session, ready to cum but trying to fix it last a little longer, when I got the mind of trying to cum in my own oral cavity. The status I ended up assuming was with my legs pointing towards the ceiling propped up against a wall and resting on my speed back and neck so that my cock was only an inch from my face and it left one hand free to campaign the dildo into my ass while the early handwriting stroked my cock. Perfect, I thought. I was really into the moment when I heard the door open. I was furiously shoving the dildo into my ass with one deal and jerk off with the early, and suddenly Mr.Kean was in the door, only a few feet away. I looked over at him as I came and shot a huge sticky load over my face.

So there I was, dressed in a chick with a brace of pink panties holding my ankles together, a dildo up my divulge ass, and cum all over my face. I was stunned, and I didn't move an in. Suddenly Mr. Kean reached into his pocket, took out his phone, and snapped a picture.

Suddenly I was enraged,

"What the nooky ? !"I said in my deepest and to the highest degree intimidating vocalism possible as I righted myself.

I must have looked pretty funny, dressed in a bird with constitution and cum on my face and pulling a dildo out of my ass. Mr. Edmund Kean thought so, and he laughed a trivial at my exclaiming. Then he looked at me with a arse gaze and said"that's no way for a adulteress to spill to her daddy ”.

"WHAT THE FUCK ? !"I said, this time the seismic disturbance of what he said stage setting in and suddenly he slapped me. Not intemperate, 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 item, and with a somewhat faked thwarted groan I got on my knees in battlefront of him.

"Good miss, I didn't even need to tell 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 fantasies and I had sort of require 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 floor. He was still wearing briefs and he took a step finisher to me. I could see the lineation of his semi-hard dick and I reached out to rub it. I gasped a bit as I felt it starting to acquire under my ministrations. Now it was straining against the fabric of the briefs so I pulled the pliant Down and let his stopcock spring out. It was magnificent. It looked like It could belong to one of those Grecian statues. It was at least 8 inches long and very duncish, curving slightly upward before tapering off to a circumcised mushroom cloud head. My head was inches away from it and I was leaning forward to begin licking the shaft when Mr. Kean pulled back.

"I want you to beg for my prick"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. Edmund Kean barked a laugh and took out his sound again. He brought up the ikon he took of me earlier and handed me the phone.

'' Delete the exposure, and we can pretend like this never happened, but you'll never get to suck my cock and feel me cum in your mouth"Mr. Kean said.

I knew what I wanted, and I leaned over so Mr. Edmund Kean cock was resting on my nose and took a selfie, handing the phone back to my new daddy.
Mr. Edmund Kean's grin broadened as he saw what I did."May I suck pop's pecker now ?"I asked, trying to be sexy.

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

I needed no farther encouragement and immediately put the head in my back talk. It felt right, to be on my knees servicing a man, and I could sense blood rushing to my pecker again. I looked up and Mr. Kean was taking another picture of me, this time with his cock in my oral fissure. I looked up at him as he took the photo with my mouth full moon of cock. I was able to get about half his cock down my pharynx and began bobbing my caput back and forth. Suddenly Mr. Kean pushed me back forcefully so I was pushed against the wall and began thrusting in and out of my mouth.

"Just relax, and let daddy fuck your mouthpiece"He said.

I tried to do as he said, and soon he was sliding almost all of his shaft down my pharynx. I gagged a little, but that only made his cock slicker with saliva. Soon his orb were pressing up against my mentum and my nose was buried in hair with every stroke. His cerebrovascular accident became more erratic and he began to grunt. I knew he was about to cum, and was still unprepared for the torrent he unleashed in my oral fissure. I felt his stopcock squirt with each thrust and I began to splutter on cum as he pulled his pecker out to finish his orgasm on my face.

"good girl,"He said,"we'll teach you how to swallow next time ”.

With that, he walked out. I jerked off again, attempted to make clean up, and went house. The next week I was cast to a girlfriend persona. Mr. Kean said I was staring for the character, and that was that. Later that workweek, I found a eminence 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 idea. It hurt like hell getting waxed, but damn did I ever look aphrodisiacal in the mirror afterwards. On Monday, we were rehearsing a fit in the play during which I have a prospicient speaking function. Mr. Kean kept telling me that I needed to make my spokesperson go higher, but I just couldn't do it. After a few tries, he finally told me to quell after course today for some secret voice lesson. My stopcock immediately sprung up and I have to admit I was excited to show up off my newly hairless torso. I also couldn't occlusive picturing his big meaty member. I waited after class as I was told, still in costume as a missy complete with make-up. I walked up to Mr. Edmund Kean office and knocked tentatively.

"Come in"said a spokesperson from inside.

I did, and walked into Mr. Keans function. I had never been here before. There were some posters for various product and plays, some signed and others not. Directly in nominal head of me was a big burnt sienna desk. I remember thinking that desk certainly wasn't bought on the schoolhouse budget. Mr. Kean sat behind it in an armchair with a thirsty facial expression in his eye. He was wearing a white button-up shirt and black bloomers. I walked closer and he began to talk

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

"right hand now, I'm going to instruct you how much of a girly minuscule slovenly woman you are ”.

If I wasn't completely hard before, I sure was now. I nodded at him and was about to spill again when he cut me off"seed over here and take a rear ”, 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 commit me in finisher to him. I couldn't help but notice the bulge pressing between my cheeks and I began to reel my hip joint a small bit. Mr. Edmund Kean softly moaned and began pulling up my dress around my waist. Next, he pulled my little rock unvoiced cock out of my pantie and fit one bombastic fist over my whole erecting and began to quickly resonate his fist back and Forth River, sending waves of my pleasure through my body.

"You like it when daddy chafe your little 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 daddy !"in a phonation that was so high I hardly recognized it as my own.

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

"Take your panties off, and get my cock out"He said as I was panting and recovering from my climax

I did as he was told, standing up to slip out of my panty and next kneel inbetween his pegleg. I unbuckled his pants and pulled them around his waist, revealing the same way of brief that he was wearing before and that splendiferous hammer straining to be free. I obliged it and pulled down the rubber band, once again in awe in front end of such a massive and perfectly shaped cock. I immediately reached forward with my mouth to begin my study but I had only managed to get the tip in when I felt his strong branch stretch under my axilla and lift me onto his lap, facing him.

"I'm going to learn you how to really be a unspoilt girl"he said.

I felt his right hand paw reach around me and start out rubbing my cakehole with something wet and a little sticky. I realized he was lubing my hole with my own cum. The realization made my pecker grow hard again and I leaned a piffling encourage into Mr.Kean, allowing his probing hand better admittance to my hole. My growing hammer was not lost on him.

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

"Mmhmm"I moaned in response.

Suddenly he hoisted me a little higher and positioned his cock at the entering to my motherfucker. I was excited and terrified. Slowly he began to push against me. I could sense his hard appendage, both strong and firm, but also soft pushing slowly into me. I gasped a piffling as the principal slipped yesteryear my ring. He smiled and gave my ass a playful smack, the palpitation feeling howling in my ass. Now I was the one applying atmospheric pressure as I slowly sank deeper onto his turncock. It felt strange, but also wonderful to be this full. The last few column inch started to spite and instead of taking the unharmed matter I began to bounce up and down slowly. The belief was indescribable and I was lost in my lecherousness and pleasure, still bouncing up and down on ¾ of his vast cock. I felt his arms on my shoulders applying pressure and pushing me bass on each down stroke. It hurt a little, but it also felt incredibly skilful to be so full and going cryptic on each bounce. I was lost in the sense impression when suddenly his workforce pushed me down harder than before and I squealed a little in pain as I slid down the finis inch of his cock all at once. Mr.Kean smiled at me.

"Now you sound like a good piddling slut. I knew you could do it"He said. I felt myself blush a little. He reached out and moved aside my piddling 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 sexual climax beginning to build. No one was touching my cock, but the smell of sliding up and down Mr. Keans big pole was going to induce me cum.

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

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

With his permit, I started bucking more erratically and pushing my ass down hard. My climax was like a waving breakage. I don't be intimate how long it lasted but it was easily the foresightful orgasm I've ever had. I moaned and collapsed onto Mr. Edmund 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 fuck you strong for that '' He growled.

With that, he lifted me up again and pose me present up onto his desk, with my feet over his articulatio humeri. His rooster never left me, and now it started to push up in and out.
I honestly thought I was going to cum again when his strokes became stronger and his oink louder.

"rent 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 tool inflate in my ass and with a momentuous thrust he unloaded inside me. He kept his rooster inside my ass for a beautiful few moments. Slowly, he pulled out and I felt the vanity as his cock flopped out, still covered in cum. I turned around, got down on my knees, and began to lick his still enormous cock clean. Suddenly, I felt it twitch. Was he getting hard again ? The view caused my own cock to nip, and I began bobbing my head back and forth on his member in earnest ...