I have always been really involved in field. I don't act, and my specialty is costumes and constitution. I'd never considered myself feminine until I went off to University when I was 19 years old and met my new field professor, Mr. Edmund Kean. He was a big guy, about 50 days old with sinister and grey fuzz. 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 binding room, which is often as I'm in charge of locking up every evening, I dress up in the girl kit and rub one out. What's the harm, I figured ? I was always measured to never get caught. I was doing exactly this one Friday. As the last someone left, I immediately went to the girl changing room and excitedly began picking affair out. okeh, I have another confession. Over the summer, I bought a dildo at a sex shop class, and have been routinely fucking my ass with it. I brought it with me to the dressing room that day in my backpack.

So, I put on a footling attire and bird with a pair of pink step-in that I found and got out my dildo. I usually lock the door behind me, but in my excitement to get to the deed, I left it unlocked. I was a few min into my session, gear up to cum but trying to make it concluding a little prospicient, when I got the approximation of trying to cum in my own mouth. The lieu I ended up assuming was with my legs pointing towards the ceiling propped up against a wall and resting on my upper berth back and neck opening so that my cock was only an column inch from my font and it left one hand free to push the dildo into my ass while the early hand stroked my pecker. Perfect, I thought. I was really into the consequence when I heard the threshold open. I was furiously shoving the dildo into my ass with one hand and jolt off with the other, and suddenly Mr.Kean was in the doorway, only a few metrical unit 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 skirt with a pair of pink panties holding my mortise joint together, a dildo up my scupper 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 piece of ass ? !"I said in my deepest and most intimidating voice potential as I righted myself.

I must have looked pretty funny, dressed in a annulus with makeup and cum on my expression and pulling a dildo out of my ass. Mr. Edmund Kean thought so, and he laughed a footling at my exclaiming. Then he looked at me with a grim gaze and said"that's no way for a slovenly woman to tattle to her papa ”.

"WHAT THE ass ? !"I said, this meter the impact of what he said circumstance in and suddenly he slapped me. Not hard, but firmly.

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

I kind of expected it at that point in time, and with a somewhat forge vote down groan I got on my knees in presence of him.

"Good little girl, I didn't even need to severalize you to kneel"Mr. Kean said. I realized he was right, and blushed a little. The approximation of playing with another man's cock had come up in my fantasies and I had kind of require to but I never seriously considered it. Now I would have to. I was expecting the tough when Mr. 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 outline of his semi-hard pecker 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 briefs so I pulled the rubber band down and let his tool spring out. It was glorious. It looked like It could go to one of those Grecian statues. It was at least 8 inches long and very heavyset, curving slightly upward before tapering off to a circumcised mushroom nous. My head was inches away from it and I was leaning forward to set out 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 staring cock, afraid he was going to put it away. Instead Mr. Kean barked a laugh and took out his phone again. He brought up the picture 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 blow my shaft 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 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 far encouragement and immediately put the question in my mouth. It felt right, to be on my articulatio genus servicing a man, and I could feel blood rushing to my dick again. I looked up and Mr. Kean was taking another ikon of me, this meter with his cock in my mouth. I looked up at him as he took the exposure with my verbalise full of cock. I was able to get about half his pecker down my pharynx and began bobbing my fountainhead 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 eff your mouth"He said.

I tried to do as he said, and soon he was sliding almost all of his dick down my throat. I gagged a slight, but that only made his rooster slicker with saliva. Soon his balls were pressing up against my chin and my nose was buried in hair with every accident. His shot 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 mouth. I felt his cock spurt with each thrusting and I began to splutter on cum as he pulled his cock out to fetch up his orgasm on my face.

"expert young lady,"He said,"we'll teach you how to eat up next fourth dimension ”.

With that, he walked out. I jerked off again, attempted to clean house up, and went base. The following week I was cast to a girls purpose. Mr. Kean said I was perfect for the purpose, and that was that. Later that calendar week, I found a annotation in my locker telling me to get a wax for all my haircloth waist down. My body was already almost hairless, but I liked the estimation. 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 tenacious speaking persona. Mr. Kean kept telling me that I needed to make my part 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 phonation lessons. My putz immediately sprung up and I have to admit I was excited to show 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 terminated with physical composition. I walked up to Mr. Kean berth and knocked tentatively.

"Come in"said a voice from inside.

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

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

"Right now, I'm going to teach you how a good deal of a girly little slut you are ”.

If I wasn't completely grueling before, I sure was now. I nodded at him and was about to tattle again when he cut me off"seminal fluid over here and take a buttocks ”, he said, patting his genu. 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 waistline tear me in closer to him. I couldn't help but notice the bulge pressing between my impudence and I began to gyrate my hip joint a little bit. Mr. Edmund Kean softly moaned and began pulling up my dress around my waist. future, he pulled my picayune rock hard cock out of my panties and fit one declamatory fist over my unit erection and began to quickly vibrate his clenched fist back and Forth, sending waves of my pleasure through my body.

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

"cum for dad"I heard him say as I blasted my load 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 slue out of my step-in and adjacent kneeling inbetween his legs. I unbuckled his bloomers and pulled them around his waist, revealing the same expressive style of briefs that he was wearing before and that magnificent prick straining to be free. I obliged it and pulled down the elastic, once again in awe in figurehead of such a massive and perfectly shaped turncock. I immediately reached forward with my sass to set out my work but I had only managed to get the tip in when I felt his strong arm reach under my axillary fossa and filch me onto his lap, facing him.

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

I felt his rightfield hand reach around me and get rubbing my muddle with something wet and a little sticky. I realized he was lubing my kettle of fish with my own cum. The actualisation made my cock develop hard again and I leaned a little foster into Mr.Kean, allowing his probing hand better access to my kettle of fish. My growing cock was not lost on him.

"You like it when Daddy plays with your petty pussycat, don't you ?"

"Mmhmm"I moaned in response.

Suddenly he hoisted me a little higher and positioned his prick at the entering to my bastard. I was excited and terrified. Slowly he began to push against me. I could finger his arduous member, both strong and business firm, but also soft pushing slowly into me. I gasped a little as the question slipped past my ring. He smiled and gave my ass a playful slap, the vibrations feeling fantastic in my ass. Now I was the one applying air pressure as I slowly sank deeper onto his stopcock. It felt strange, but also wonderful to be this wide-cut. The last few inches started to offend and instead of taking the unscathed thing I began to rebound up and down slowly. The tactile sensation was indescribable and I was lost in my lust and pleasure, still bouncing up and down on ¾ of his Brobdingnagian cock. I felt his arms on my articulatio humeri applying pressure and pushing me deeper on each down stroke. It hurt a little, but it also felt incredibly good to be so good and going thick on each leap. I was lost in the sensation when suddenly his hands pushed me down harder than before and I squealed a little in hurting as I slid down the net inch of his cock all at once. Mr.Kean smiled at me.

"Now you sound like a good little slovenly woman. I knew you could do it"He said. I felt myself blush a footling. He reached out and moved aside my little dick, still hard as a rock, to picture that I was completely impaled on his turncock. 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 flavor of sliding up and down Mr. Keans 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 permission, I started bucking more erratically and pushing my ass down hard. My orgasm was like a wave breaking. I don't sleep together how farseeing it lasted but it was easily the recollective sexual climax I've ever had. I moaned and collapsed onto Mr. Edmund Kean chest.

"hoot 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 screw you voiceless for that '' He growled.

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

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

I felt his cock inflate in my ass and with a momentuous poke he unloaded inside me. He kept his hammer inside my ass for a beautiful few moments. Slowly, he pulled out and I felt the vacuum as his turncock flopped out, still covered in cum. I turned around, got down on my stifle, and began to lick his still enormous cock clean and jerk. Suddenly, I felt it twitch. Was he getting hard again ? The thought caused my own cock to twitch, and I began bobbing my header back and Forth on his appendage in earnest ...