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 twelvemonth old and met my new theater professor, Mr. Kean. He was a big guy, about 50 year old with Negro 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 direction of locking up every evening, I dress up in the girl outfit and rub one out. What's the scathe, I figured ? I was always careful to never get caught. I was doing exactly this one Fri. As the final person left, I immediately went to the young lady changing way and excitedly began picking thing out. O.K., 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 dressing room that day in my backpack.

So, I put on a petty dress and chick with a duo of garden pink panties 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 minutes into my academic term, make to cum but trying to make it stopping point a trivial longer, when I got the idea of trying to cum in my own mouth. The position 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 grimace and it left one hand free to push the dildo into my ass while the other handwriting stroked my cock. perfective, 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 mitt and jerking off with the former, and suddenly Mr.Kean was in the doorway, 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 skirt with a couplet of knock panty holding my ankle joint together, a dildo up my debunk ass, and cum all over my typeface. I was stunned, and I didn't move an inch. Suddenly Mr. Kean reached into his scoop, took out his phone, and snapped a picture.

Suddenly I was enraged,

"What the fuck ? !"I said in my deepest and well-nigh intimidating representative possible as I righted myself.

I must have looked pretty funny story, dressed in a skirt with war paint and cum on my face and pulling a dildo out of my ass. Mr. Edmund Kean thought so, and he laughed a little at my exclamation. Then he looked at me with a stern regard and said"that's no way for a slut to speak to her pop ”.

"WHAT THE fuck ? !"I said, this clock time the shock of what he said setting 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 cock ”.

I kind of expected it at that point, and with a somewhat faked disappointed groan I got on my knees in front of him.

"commodity young lady, I didn't even demand to say you to kneel"Mr. Kean said. I realized he was right, and blushed a fiddling. The estimate of playing with another man's cock had come up in my fantasy and I had kind of wanted to but I never seriously considered it. Now I would have to. I was expecting the forged when Mr. Kean unzipped himself and let his blue jean fall to the floor. He was still wearing legal brief and he took a dance step closer to me. I could see the outline of his semi-hard cock and I reached out to rub it. I gasped a bit as I felt it starting to arise under my relief. Now it was straining against the material of the Jockey shorts so I pulled the elastic down and let his cock leap out. It was magnificent. It looked like It could belong to one of those Hellenic language statues. It was at to the lowest degree 8 inches long and very thick, curving slightly upward before tapering off to a circumcised mushroom-shaped cloud head. My principal was inches away from it and I was leaning forward to set about licking the rotating shaft when Mr. Kean pulled back.

"I want you to beg for my cock"he said. In a sudden exclamation of rebelliousness 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. Kean barked a jest and took out his phone again. He brought up the motion-picture show he took of me before and handed me the phone.

'' Delete the photograph, and we can pretend like this never happened, but you'll never get to suck my cock and finger 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 earphone back to my new daddy.
Mr. Kean's smiling 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 farther encouragement and immediately put the headway in my mouth. It felt right, to be on my knee joint servicing a man, and I could feel blood rushing to my dick again. I looked up and Mr. Kean was taking another characterization of me, this time with his cock in my mouth. I looked up at him as he took the picture with my mouth full of turncock. I was able to get about half his cock down my throat and began bobbing my head back and Forth River. 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 hump your mouth"He said.

I tried to do as he said, and soon he was sliding almost all of his dick down my pharynx. I gagged a piffling, but that only made his cock slicker with saliva. Soon his balls were pressing up against my Kuki-Chin and my olfactory organ was buried in tomentum with every separatrix. 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 sassing. I felt his tool spurt with each thrust and I began to splutter on cum as he pulled his dick out to finish his climax on my face.

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

With that, he walked out. I jerked off again, attempted to clean up, and went home. The next week I was cast to a girls role. Mr. Kean said I was everlasting for the character, and that was that. Later that week, I found a note in my locker telling me to get a wax for all my hair waist down. My consistence was already almost hairless, but I liked the estimation. It hurt like inferno getting waxed, but damn did I ever look sexy in the mirror afterwards. On Monday, we were rehearsing a tantrum in the play during which I have a long public speaking contribution. Mr. Kean kept telling me that I needed to earn my phonation go higher, but I just couldn't do it. After a few try, he finally told me to stay after division today for some common soldier interpreter lessons. My shaft immediately sprung up and I have to intromit I was excited to exhibit off my newly hairless body. I also couldn't layover picturing his big meaty extremity. I waited after course as I was told, still in costume as a girl dispatch with make-up. I walked up to Mr. Kean office and knocked tentatively.

"come in"said a voice from inside.

I did, and walked into Mr. Keans office. I had never been here before. There were some placard for versatile yield and shimmer, some signed and others not. Directly in front of me was a prominent mahogany tree desk. I remember thinking that desk certainly wasn't bought on the schools budget. Mr. Kean sat behind it in an armchair with a thirsty look in his eye. He was wearing a bloodless button-up shirt and black pants. I walked closer and he began to spill the beans

"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 lots of a girly little trollop you are ”.

If I wasn't completely grueling before, I sure was now. I nodded at him and was about to talk again when he cut me off"come over here and assume a seat ”, he said, patting his human knee. I began to do as I was told and walked over to him, turning around and sitting on his thigh. Immediately, I felt weapon around my waist pull me in closer to him. I couldn't help but notice the bulge pressing between my cheeks and I began to gyrate my pelvic girdle a little bit. Mr. Kean softly moaned and began pulling up my dress around my waist. Next, he pulled my little rock hard peter out of my step-in and fit one turgid fist over my whole erection and began to quickly resonate his clenched fist back and Forth River, sending waves of my delight through my body.

"You like it when daddy scratch your footling clit, don't you ?"he whispered in my ear. I mumbled that I loved it. Soon, I could feel myself getting ready to cum and I yelped, saying"I'm gon na cum papa !"in a interpreter that was so highschool I hardly recognized it as my own.

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

"adopt your panty off, and get my rooster 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 panties and next kneeling inbetween his legs. I unbuckled his pants and pulled them around his waist, revealing the same fashion of briefs that he was wearing before and that splendiferous cock 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 pecker. I immediately reached forward with my mouth to begin my work but I had only managed to get the tip in when I felt his impregnable arms reaching under my armpits and lift me onto his lap, facing him.

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

I felt his ripe hired hand reach around me and begin rubbing my hole with something wet and a picayune sticky. I realized he was lubing my hole with my own cum. The realization made my tool turn hard again and I leaned a lilliputian far into Mr.Kean, allowing his probing hired hand better access to my hole. My growing rooster was not lost on him.

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

"Mmhmm"I moaned in response.

Suddenly he hoisted me a little higher and positioned his peter at the entrance to my asshole. I was excited and terrified. Slowly he began to crowd against me. I could find his punishing member, both strong and business firm, but also cushy pushing slowly into me. I gasped a short as the head slipped past my anchor ring. He smiled and gave my ass a playful slap, the vibrations feeling fantastic in my ass. Now I was the one applying pressure as I slowly sink deeper onto his cock. It felt unusual, but also wondrous to be this full. The cobbler's last few inches started to pain and instead of taking the whole thing I began to ricochet up and down slowly. The opinion was indescribable and I was lost in my lust and pleasure, still bouncing up and down on ¾ of his huge cock. I felt his arms on my shoulder joint applying press and pushing me abstruse on each down stroke. It hurt a little, but it also felt incredibly secure to be so full and going deeper on each bounciness. I was lost in the sense datum when suddenly his hands pushed me down harder than before and I squealed a picayune in pain as I slid down the last inch of his cock all at once. Mr.Kean smiled at me.

"Now you sound like a estimable little slattern. I knew you could do it"He said. I felt myself blush a trivial. He reached out and moved aside my little dick, still hard as a rock, to picture that I was completely impaled on his cock. I felt proud, and I started my rhythmic bouncing again. Soon I felt my 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 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 climax was like a wave breaking. I don't bed how long it lasted but it was easily the longest orgasm I've ever had. I moaned and collapsed onto Mr. Keans 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 dark"I managed to say, still out of breath.

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

With that, he lifted me up again and put me face up up onto his desk, with my feet over his shoulders. His cock never left me, and now it started to lunge in and out.
I honestly thought I was going to cum again when his strokes became impregnable and his grunts louder.

"assume 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 peter inflate in my ass and with a momentuous thrust he unloaded inside me. He kept his cock inside my ass for a beautiful few moments. 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 genu, and began to lick his still enormous cock clean and jerk. Suddenly, I felt it twitch. Was he getting hard again ? The mentation caused my own tool to twitch, and I began bobbing my drumhead back and Forth River on his penis in earnest ...