I have always been really involved in theater. I don't act, and my specialty 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 theater of operations professor, Mr. Kean. He was a big guy, about 50 years old with blacken and Lady Jane Grey hair. At 6'4'’ and over 200lbs he cut an imposing figure.

Now, I have this lilliputian 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 eventide, I dress up in the girls turnout 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 person left, I immediately went to the girls 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 medical dressing way that day in my backpack.

So, I put on a little garb and skirt with a pair of garden pink scanty that I found and got out my dildo. I usually lock the door behind me, but in my excitation to get to the human action, I left it unlocked. I was a few proceedings into my session, ready to cum but trying to shit it last a piffling longer, when I got the idea of trying to cum in my own mouth. The status I ended up assuming was with my legs pointing towards the ceiling propped up against a wall and resting on my upper back and neck so that my cock was only an inch from my face and it left one hand liberate to fight the dildo into my ass while the other hand 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 room access, only a few feet away. I looked over at him as I came and shot a huge sticky payload over my face.

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

Suddenly I was enraged,

"What the shag ? !"I said in my deepest and most intimidating voice potential as I righted myself.

I must have looked pretty fishy, dressed in a skirt with composition and cum on my cheek 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 stern gaze and said"that's no way for a jade to lecture to her daddy ”.

"WHAT THE FUCK ? !"I said, this prison term the shock of what he said scope in and suddenly he slapped me. Not intemperately, 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 prick ”.

I form of expected it at that point, and with a somewhat bullshit defeated groan I got on my knees in front of him.

"Good fille, I didn't even take to tell you to kneel"Mr. Kean said. I realized he was proper, and blushed a little. The idea of playing with another man's cock had come up in my fantasies and I had kind of need 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 jean fall to the flooring. He was still wearing briefs and he took a measure closer to me. I could see the scheme of his semi-hard dick and I reached out to rub it. I gasped a bit as I felt it starting to get under my relief. Now it was straining against the fabric of the brief so I pulled the elastic down and let his hammer spring out. It was glorious. It looked like It could belong to one of those Greek statues. It was at to the lowest degree 8 inch long and very thick, curving slightly upward before tapering off to a circumcised mushroom cloud brain. My capitulum 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 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 stopcock, afraid he was going to put it away. Instead Mr. Kean barked a joke and took out his sound again. He brought up the picture he took of me former and handed me the phone.

'' Delete the photo, and we can pretend like this never happened, but you'll never get to blow my cock and palpate me cum in your back talk"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 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 question in my mouth. It felt right, to be on my 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 cock in my backtalk. I looked up at him as he took the exposure with my backtalk full of turncock. I was able to get about half his cock down my pharynx and began bobbing my mind 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 have a go at it your backtalk"He said.

I tried to do as he said, and soon he was sliding almost all of his cock down my throat. I gagged a little, but that only made his pecker trickster with saliva. Soon his balls 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 pecker jet with each thrust and I began to splutter on cum as he pulled his cock out to eat up his orgasm on my face.

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

With that, he walked out. I jerked off again, attempted to clean up, and went home plate. The next workweek I was cast to a girls role. Mr. Edmund Kean said I was arrant for the character, and that was that. Later that calendar week, I found a note in my cabinet telling me to get a wax for all my haircloth waist down. My consistence was already almost hairless, but I liked the thought. It hurt like the pits getting rise, but damn did I ever look aphrodisiacal in the mirror afterwards. On Mon, we were rehearsing a scene in the play during which I have a tenacious speaking office. Mr. Kean kept telling me that I needed to make my voice go higher, but I just couldn't do it. After a few attempt, he finally told me to stay put after course of study today for some private voice lessons. My cock immediately sprung up and I have to admit I was excited to render off my newly hairless physical structure. I also couldn't stop picturing his big meaty fellow member. I waited after class as I was told, still in costume as a girl complete with make-up. I walked up to Mr. Kean authority and knocked tentatively.

"seminal fluid in"said a voice from inside.

I did, and walked into Mr. Keans office. I had never been here before. There were some posters for various output and maneuver, some signed and others not. Directly in straw man of me was a large mahogany 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 looking in his eye. He was wearing a Andrew Dickson White button-up shirt and Shirley Temple Black pants. I walked closer and he began to babble out

"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 field now, I'm going to teach you how much of a girly short adulteress you are ”.

If I wasn't completely punishing before, I sure was now. I nodded at him and was about to spill the beans again when he cut me off"seed over here and take a can ”, 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 shank tear me in finisher to him. I couldn't supporter but notice the protuberance pressing between my cheeks and I began to spin around my hips a little bit. Mr. Kean softly moaned and began pulling up my dress around my waistline. adjacent, he pulled my little rock hard pecker out of my panty and fit one large clenched fist over my solid erection and began to quickly oscillate his fist back and Forth River, sending waves of my pleasure through my body.

"You like it when daddy scratch your trivial clit, don't you ?"he whispered in my ear. I mumbled that I loved it. Soon, I could experience myself getting set up to cum and I yelped, saying"I'm gon na cum daddy !"in a representative that was so gamy I hardly recognized it as my own.

"cum for dad"I heard him say as I blasted my load into his hand.

"look at 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 slue out of my step-in and succeeding kneeling inbetween his legs. I unbuckled his pants and pulled them around his shank, revealing the Lapplander style of briefs that he was wearing before and that resplendent cock straining to be liberate. I obliged it and pulled down the pliable, once again in awe in front man of such a monolithic and perfectly shaped peter. I immediately reached forward with my back talk to begin my workplace but I had only managed to get the tip in when I felt his strong limb ambit under my axillary cavity and annul me onto his lap, facing him.

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

I felt his right hand reach around me and get down rubbing my gob with something wet and a little sticky. I realized he was lubing my hole with my own cum. The actualisation made my dick raise hard again and I leaned a little further into Mr.Kean, allowing his probing script better memory access to my hole. My growing shaft was not lost on him.

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

"Mmhmm"I moaned in response.

Suddenly he hoisted me a little high and positioned his putz at the entrance to my asshole. I was excited and terrified. Slowly he began to push against me. I could palpate his arduous extremity, both warm and business firm, but also flabby pushing slowly into me. I gasped a picayune as the drumhead slipped retiring my closed chain. He smiled and gave my ass a playful smack, the vibrations feeling marvellous in my ass. Now I was the one applying pressure as I slowly sank inscrutable onto his dick. It felt strange, but also wonderful to be this full. The last few in started to hurt and instead of taking the whole thing I began to bounce up and down slowly. The feeling was indefinable and I was lost in my lust and pleasure, still bouncing up and down on ¾ of his immense rooster. I felt his sleeve on my articulatio humeri applying pressure and pushing me mysterious on each down stroke. It hurt a little, but it also felt incredibly good to be so broad and going deeper on each bounce. I was lost in the whiz when suddenly his custody pushed me down harder than before and I squealed a short in pain sensation as I slid down the finish in of his cock 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 redden a petty. He reached out and moved aside my little dick, still hard as a rock, to show that I was completely impaled on his cock. 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. Keans big pole was going to arrive at me cum.

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

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

With his license, I started bucking more erratically and pushing my ass down hard. My orgasm was like a waving 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.

"tinker's damn lady friend, 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 gloomy"I managed to say, still out of breath.

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

With that, he lifted me up again and put me front up onto his desk, with my feet over his shoulders. His turncock never left me, and now it started to thrust in and out.
I honestly thought I was going to cum again when his cam stroke became stronger and his grunts louder.

"remove 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 thrust he unloaded inside me. He kept his stopcock inside my ass for a beautiful few bit. Slowly, he pulled out and I felt the emptiness as his cock flopped out, still covered in cum. I turned around, got down on my knees, and began to figure out his still enormous cock clean. Suddenly, I felt it twitch. Was he getting hard again ? The thought caused my own cock to twitch, and I began bobbing my principal back and forth on his member in earnest ...