I have always been really involved in theater. I don't act, and my strong point is costumes and physical composition. 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 long time old with blackness and hoar haircloth. 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 boot of locking up every evening, I dress up in the little girl outfits and rub one out. What's the damage, I figured ? I was always thrifty to never get caught. I was doing exactly this one Friday. As the terminal person 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 dressing room that day in my backpack.

So, I put on a little dress and doll with a pair of pink panties that I found and got out my dildo. I usually lock the doorway behind me, but in my excitement to get to the deed, I left it unlocked. I was a few minutes into my session, ready to cum but trying to make it death a little longer, when I got the thought of trying to cum in my own oral fissure. The posture I ended up assuming was with my legs pointing towards the ceiling propped up against a wall and resting on my amphetamine back and neck so that my cock was only an in from my face and it left one script gratis to push the dildo into my ass while the former bridge player stroked my cock. perfect tense, 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 hand and jerking off with the other, and suddenly Mr.Kean was in the doorway, only a few ft away. I looked over at him as I came and shot a huge sticky shipment over my face.

So there I was, dressed in a bird with a duet of rap panty holding my ankle joint together, a dildo up my exposed ass, and cum all over my face. I was stunned, and I didn't move an column inch. Suddenly Mr. Kean reached into his pocket, took out his phone, and snapped a picture.

Suddenly I was enraged,

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

I must have looked pretty amusing, dressed in a skirt with makeup and cum on my nerve and pulling a dildo out of my ass. Mr. Edmund Kean thought so, and he laughed a little at my exclaiming. Then he looked at me with a butt regard and said"that's no way for a slut to babble to her pop ”.

"WHAT THE screwing ? !"I said, this time the shock 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 sop up my stopcock ”.

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

"good girl, I didn't even involve to tell you to kneel"Mr. Kean said. I realized he was decent, and blushed a little. The approximation of playing with another man's tool had come up in my fantasies and I had kind of wanted to but I never seriously considered it. Now I would have to. I was expecting the sorry 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 cloth of the briefs so I pulled the elastic down and let his stopcock spring out. It was magnificent. It looked like It could belong to one of those Hellene statues. It was at least 8 inch long and very blockheaded, curving slightly upward before tapering off to a circumcised mushroom cloud mind. My head was inch away from it and I was leaning forward to lead off licking the shaft when Mr. Kean pulled back.

"I want you to beg for my pecker"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 perfective tense putz, afraid he was going to put it away. Instead Mr. Edmund Kean barked a laugh and took out his telephone set again. He brought up the picture show he took of me earlier and handed me the phone.

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

I knew what I wanted, and I leaned over so Mr. Keans stopcock was resting on my nose and took a selfie, handing the earpiece back to my new daddy.
Mr. Kean's grinning broadened as he saw what I did."May I suck daddy's rooster 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 head 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 photograph of me, this time with his stopcock in my mouth. I looked up at him as he took the picture with my mouth wide of cock. I was able to get about half his cock down my throat and began bobbing my head back and forth. Suddenly Mr. Kean pushed me back forcefully so I was pushed against the rampart and began thrusting in and out of my mouth.

"Just relax, and let dada fuck 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 footling, but that only made his cock cheater with spittle. Soon his egg were pressing up against my chin and my olfactory organ was buried in hair 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 torrent he unleashed in my mouth. I felt his prick spurt with each thrust and I began to splutter on cum as he pulled his cock out to finish his orgasm on my face.

"good young lady,"He said,"we'll teach you how to live with next time ”.

With that, he walked out. I jerked off again, attempted to clean up, and went home. The side by side week I was cast to a little girl role. Mr. Edmund Kean said I was perfect for the theatrical role, 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 body was already almost hairless, but I liked the idea. It hurt like hell getting climb, but damn did I ever look aphrodisiac in the mirror afterwards. On Monday, we were rehearsing a scene in the free rein during which I have a long speaking part. Mr. Kean kept telling me that I needed to urinate 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 secret voice deterrent example. My cock immediately sprung up and I have to take I was excited to record off my newly hairless body. I also couldn't period picturing his big meaty penis. I waited after course of instruction as I was told, still in costume as a girl stark with physical composition. I walked up to Mr. Keans office and knocked tentatively.

"seed in"said a representative from inside.

I did, and walked into Mr. Edmund Kean agency. I had never been here before. There were some post-horse for versatile yield and gambol, some signed and others not. Directly in presence of me was a large mahogany desk. I remember thinking that desk certainly wasn't bought on the schools budget. Mr. Kean sat behind it in an armchair with a hungry look in his eye. He was wearing a white button-up shirt and black bloomers. I walked closer and he began to speak

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

"Right now, I'm going to instruct you how much of a girly minuscule hussy 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"come over here and take a tail ”, 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 second joint. Immediately, I felt weapon around my waistline get out me in finisher to him. I couldn't assist but notice the swelling pressing between my cheeks and I began to reel my hips a minuscule bit. Mr. Kean softly moaned and began pulling up my wearing apparel around my waist. adjacent, he pulled my little rock concentrated shaft out of my panty and fit one large fist over my altogether erecting and began to quickly tickle his fist back and forth, sending waves of my pleasance through my body.

"You like it when daddy chafe your slight clit, don't you ?"he whispered in my ear. I mumbled that I loved it. Soon, I could feel myself getting gear up to cum and I yelped, saying"I'm gon na cum daddy !"in a voice that was so heights I hardly recognized it as my own.

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

"assume your scanty 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 slide out of my panties and next kneeling inbetween his stage. I unbuckled his pants and pulled them around his waistline, revealing the same style of Jockey shorts that he was wearing before and that glorious hammer straining to be unloose. I obliged it and pulled down the elastic, once again in awe in front of such a massive and perfectly shaped cock. I immediately reached forward with my rima oris to commence my work but I had only managed to get the tip in when I felt his substantial weapon reach under my armpits and wind me onto his lap, facing him.

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

I felt his decently mitt reach around me and begin rubbing my golf hole with something wet and a little sticky. I realized he was lubing my pickle with my own cum. The actualization made my peter mature hard again and I leaned a little encourage into Mr.Kean, allowing his probing hand better access to my fix. My growing cock was not lost on him.

"You like it when Daddy plays with your slight kitty, don't you ?"

"Mmhmm"I moaned in response.

Suddenly he hoisted me a little gamy and positioned his cock at the entering to my asshole. I was excited and terrified. Slowly he began to push against me. I could find his hard member, both strong and firm, but also piano pushing slowly into me. I gasped a little as the head slipped past my ring. He smiled and gave my ass a playful slap, the trembling feeling wonderful in my ass. Now I was the one applying pressure sensation as I slowly sank abstruse onto his cock. It felt strange, but also wonderful to be this full. The final stage few inches started to hurt and instead of taking the unit thing I began to spring up and down slowly. The feeling was indescribable and I was lost in my lecherousness and pleasance, still bouncing up and down on ¾ of his vast rooster. I felt his weapons system on my articulatio humeri applying insistence and pushing me deeper on each down stroke. It hurt a little, but it also felt incredibly good to be so full and going profoundly on each bounce. I was lost in the star when suddenly his hands pushed me down harder than before and I squealed a small in pain sensation as I slid down the live inch of his pecker all at once. Mr.Kean smiled at me.

"Now you sound like a good little jade. I knew you could do it"He said. I felt myself blush a little. He reached out and moved aside my little cock, still hard as a rock, to show that I was completely impaled on his cock. I felt proud, and I started my rhythmic bounce again. Soon I felt my coming beginning to build. No one was touching my shaft, but the feeling of sliding up and down Mr. Edmund Kean big pole was going to pee me cum.

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

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

With his license, I started bucking more erratically and pushing my ass down hard. My orgasm was like a wave breaking. I don't know how retentive it lasted but it was easily the longest sexual climax I've ever had. I moaned and collapsed onto Mr. 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 severely for that '' He growled.

With that, he lifted me up again and laid me face up onto his desk, with my feet over his berm. His putz never left me, and now it started to thrust in and out.
I honestly thought I was going to cum again when his strokes became inviolable and his oink louder.

"Take 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 tool 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 knees, and began to lick his still tremendous cock clean. Suddenly, I felt it nip. Was he getting hard again ? The view caused my own cock to pinch, and I began bobbing my head back and Forth on his member in earnest ...