I have always been really involved in theater. I don't act, and my forte 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. Edmund Kean. He was a big guy, about 50 years old with pitch-black and greyish hair's-breadth. 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 lady friend outfit 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 mortal left, I immediately went to the girls changing room and excitedly began picking things out. Okay, 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 stuffing room that day in my backpack.

So, I put on a little apparel and skirt with a yoke 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 deed, I left it unlocked. I was a few second into my sitting, ready to cum but trying to do it live on a little farsighted, when I got the thought of trying to cum in my own mouth. The location I ended up assuming was with my wooden leg pointing towards the cap propped up against a wall and resting on my upper back and neck so that my hammer was only an inch from my face and it left one hand free to tug the dildo into my ass while the other mitt stroked my cock. Perfect, I thought. I was really into the moment when I heard the doorway open. I was furiously shoving the dildo into my ass with one mitt 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 bird with a pair of ping panties holding my ankles together, a dildo up my peril ass, and cum all over my face. I was stunned, and I didn't move an column inch. Suddenly Mr. Kean reached into his pouch, took out his telephone set, and snapped a picture.

Suddenly I was enraged,

"What the shag ? !"I said in my deepest and virtually intimidating vox possible as I righted myself.

I must take looked pretty funny, dressed in a annulus with war paint and cum on my aspect 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 posterior gaze and said"that's no way for a fornicatress to talk to her daddy ”.

"WHAT THE fucking ? !"I said, this time the shock of what he said scene in and suddenly he slapped me. Not hard, but firmly.

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

I form of expected it at that point, and with a somewhat faked foiled moan I got on my stifle in front of him.

"goodness girl, I didn't even need to tell you to kneel"Mr. Kean said. I realized he was right on, and blushed a short. The idea of playing with another man's turncock had come up in my fantasies and I had kind of precious to but I never seriously considered it. Now I would take to. I was expecting the worst when Mr. Kean unzipped himself and let his dungaree fall to the floor. He was still wearing briefs and he took a stone's throw closer to me. I could see the outline of his semi-hard gumshoe 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 material of the brief so I pulled the elastic down and let his prick spring 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 compact, curving slightly upward before tapering off to a circumcised mushroom-shaped cloud head. My head was inches away from it and I was leaning forward to begin licking the light beam when Mr. Kean pulled back.

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

'' Delete the picture, and we can pretend like this never happened, but you'll never get to wet-nurse my cock and experience me cum in your mouthpiece"Mr. Kean said.

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

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

I needed no boost encouragement and immediately put the head in my mouth. It felt veracious, to be on my knee servicing a man, and I could finger blood rushing to my dick again. I looked up and Mr. Edmund Kean was taking another moving picture of me, this time with his cock in my backtalk. I looked up at him as he took the picture with my oral cavity full of rooster. I was able to get about half his stopcock down my throat and began bobbing my psyche back and forth. Suddenly Mr. Kean pushed me back forcefully so I was pushed against the bulwark and began thrusting in and out of my mouth.

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

I tried to do as he said, and soon he was sliding almost all of his putz down my throat. I gagged a little, but that only made his cock slicker with spittle. Soon his egg were pressing up against my Kuki and my olfactory organ was buried in hair with every chance event. His strokes 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 turncock spurt with each knife thrust and I began to spit out on cum as he pulled his stopcock out to wind up his climax on my face.

"commodity girl,"He said,"we'll Blackbeard you how to swallow following time ”.

With that, he walked out. I jerked off again, attempted to strip up, and went home. The succeeding workweek I was cast to a girls role. Mr. Kean said I was perfect for the persona, and that was that. Later that week, I found a promissory note in my locker telling me to get a wax for all my hair waist down. My body was already almost hairless, but I liked the approximation. It hurt like hell getting waxed, 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 farsighted speaking part. Mr. Kean kept telling me that I needed to crap my voice 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 spokesperson lessons. My cock immediately sprung up and I have to admit I was excited to depict off my newly hairless body. I also couldn't stop picturing his big meaty member. I waited after class as I was told, still in costume as a girl complete with make-up. I walked up to Mr. Edmund Kean office and knocked tentatively.

"Come in"said a voice from inside.

I did, and walked into Mr. Kean office. I had never been here before. There were some posters for assorted productions and caper, some signed and others not. Directly in front of me was a boastfully sepia desk. I remember thinking that desk certainly wasn't bought on the shoal budget. Mr. Kean sat behind it in an armchair with a hungry look in his eye. He was wearing a flannel button-up shirt and black pant. I walked closer and he began to talk

"I've seen that you're not completely committed to this part ”, 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 slattern 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"ejaculate over here and take 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 second joint. Immediately, I felt weaponry around my waistline extract me in closer to him. I couldn't help but notice the protrusion pressing between my cheeks and I began to reel my hips a little bit. Mr. Kean softly moaned and began pulling up my dress around my waist. succeeding, he pulled my lilliputian rock hard cock out of my step-in and fit one large fist over my solid erection and began to quickly vibrate his fist back and forth, sending waves of my joy through my body.

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

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

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

I did as he was told, standing up to slide out of my panties and succeeding kneeling inbetween his peg. I unbuckled his bloomers and pulled them around his waist, revealing the same style of legal brief that he was wearing before and that glorious peter straining to be unfreeze. I obliged it and pulled down the elastic, once again in awe in front of such a massive and perfectly shaped pecker. I immediately reached forward with my mouth to set about my employment but I had only managed to get the tip in when I felt his impregnable coat of arms reach under my armpits and elevate me onto his lap, facing him.

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

I felt his right helping hand reach around me and commence rubbing my hole with something wet and a short pasty. I realized he was lubing my hole with my own cum. The realization made my cock turn hard again and I leaned a little further into Mr.Kean, allowing his probing hired hand better accession to my trap. My growing tool was not lost on him.

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

"Mmhmm"I moaned in response.

Suddenly he hoisted me a minuscule higher and positioned his cock at the ingress to my whoreson. I was excited and terrified. Slowly he began to campaign against me. I could experience his hard fellow member, both unassailable and firm, but also soft pushing slowly into me. I gasped a piffling as the foreland slipped past my ring. He smiled and gave my ass a playful slap, the palpitation feeling grotesque in my ass. Now I was the one applying pressing as I slowly sank mysterious onto his pecker. It felt strange, but also marvelous to be this full. The last-place few column inch started to spite and instead of taking the whole matter I began to ricochet up and down slowly. The feeling was indescribable and I was lost in my luxuria and pleasure, still bouncing up and down on ¾ of his huge cock. I felt his arms on my shoulders applying pressure and pushing me cryptical on each down slash. It hurt a little, but it also felt incredibly good to be so full moon and going cryptic on each bounce. I was lost in the maven when suddenly his hired man pushed me down harder than before and I squealed a little in bother as I slid down the last column inch of his peter all at once. Mr.Kean smiled at me.

"Now you sound like a dear small slut. I knew you could do it"He said. I felt myself redden a picayune. He reached out and moved aside my little putz, still hard as a rock and roll, to show that I was completely impaled on his cock. I felt proud, and I started my rhythmical bouncing again. Soon I felt my orgasm beginning to establish. No one was touching my cock, but the opinion of sliding up and down Mr. Kean big Pole was going to seduce me cum.

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

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

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

"Damn missy, 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 no-good"I managed to say, still out of breath.

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

With that, he lifted me up again and laid me face up onto his desk, with my feet over his shoulders. His turncock never left me, and now it started to force in and out.
I honestly thought I was going to cum again when his solidus became hard and his grunt louder.

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

I felt his turncock inflate in my ass and with a momentuous push he unloaded inside me. He kept his hammer inside my ass for a beautiful few mo. Slowly, he pulled out and I felt the vacuum as his cock flopped out, still covered in cum. I turned around, got down on my genu, and began to lick his still enormous turncock clean and jerk. Suddenly, I felt it twinge. Was he getting hard again ? The mentation caused my own stopcock to tweet, and I began bobbing my school principal back and forth on his extremity in earnest ...