I have always been really involved in theater of operations. 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 pitch-black and gray-headed 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 salad dressing room, which is often as I'm in charge of locking up every evening, I dress up in the female child outfits and rub one out. What's the impairment, I figured ? I was always careful to never get caught. I was doing exactly this one Fri. As the last somebody 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 fertilization room that day in my backpack.

So, I put on a little apparel and doll with a pair of pink pantie 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 moment into my session, ready to cum but trying to make it last a short longer, when I got the melodic theme of trying to cum in my own back talk. The perspective I ended up assuming was with my legs pointing towards the roof propped up against a bulwark and resting on my upper back and neck so that my cock was only an inch from my fount and it left one hand rid to drive the dildo into my ass while the other hand stroked my turncock. Perfect, I thought. I was really into the present moment when I heard the door unfold. I was furiously shoving the dildo into my ass with one hand and jerking off with the early, 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 vast sticky load over my face.

So there I was, dressed in a skirt with a pair of pink scanty holding my ankles 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. Edmund Kean reached into his air pocket, took out his sound, and snapped a picture.

Suddenly I was enraged,

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

I must have looked pretty comical, dressed in a chick with physical composition and cum on my human face and pulling a dildo out of my ass. Mr. Kean thought so, and he laughed a little at my exclaiming. Then he looked at me with a Stern gaze and said"that's no way for a slovenly woman to talk to her daddy ”.

"WHAT THE FUCK ? !"I said, this metre the blow of what he said mise en scene in and suddenly he slapped me. Not hard, but firmly.

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

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

"Good little girl, I didn't even necessitate to tell you to kneel"Mr. Kean said. I realized he was right, and blushed a little. The idea of playing with another man's rooster had come up in my fancy and I had kind of require 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 blue jean fall to the level. He was still wearing briefs and he took a step closer to me. I could see the outline of his semi-hard dick and I reached out to rub it. I gasped a bit as I felt it starting to grow under my relief. Now it was straining against the fabric of the Jockey shorts so I pulled the elastic down and let his rooster spring out. It was glorious. It looked like It could belong to one of those Greek statues. It was at least 8 inches long and very wooden-headed, curving slightly upward before tapering off to a circumcised mushroom head. My top dog was in away from it and I was leaning forward to begin licking the slam 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 perfect rooster, afraid he was going to put it away. Instead Mr. Kean barked a laugh and took out his phone again. He brought up the motion-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 stopcock and feel me cum in your mouth"Mr. Kean said.

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

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

I needed no foster encouragement and immediately put the head in my oral cavity. It felt right, to be on my knees servicing a man, and I could sense blood rushing to my dick again. I looked up and Mr. Kean was taking another picture of me, this prison term with his cock in my oral fissure. I looked up at him as he took the picture with my mouth full of turncock. I was able-bodied to get about half his tool down my throat and began bobbing my head 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 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 little, but that only made his dick trickster with saliva. Soon his egg were pressing up against my chin and my nose was buried in tomentum 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 cock jet with each thrust and I began to spit out on cum as he pulled his putz out to finish his climax on my face.

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

With that, he walked out. I jerked off again, attempted to strip up, and went home. The next week I was cast to a girls role. Mr. Kean said I was arrant for the purpose, and that was that. Later that calendar 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 mind. It hurt like hell getting mount, but damn did I ever look sexy in the mirror afterwards. On Mon, we were rehearsing a fit in the drama during which I have a long speaking part. Mr. Kean kept telling me that I needed to make my articulation go higher, but I just couldn't do it. After a few tries, he finally told me to abide after form today for some private part deterrent example. My peter immediately sprung up and I have to accommodate I was excited to picture off my newly hairless trunk. I also couldn't stay picturing his big meaty member. I waited after family as I was told, still in costume as a little girl complete with war paint. I walked up to Mr. Kean office and knocked tentatively.

"semen in"said a voice from inside.

I did, and walked into Mr. Keans office. I had never been here before. There were some bill for various yield and plays, some signed and others not. Directly in front of me was a turgid mahogany desk. I remember thinking that desk certainly wasn't bought on the school day budget. Mr. Edmund Kean sat behind it in an armchair with a thirsty looking at in his eye. He was wearing a whiten button-up shirt and lightlessness pants. I walked closer and he began to peach

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

"Right now, I'm going to learn you how much of a girly footling strumpet 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"come over here and subscribe to 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 thigh. Immediately, I felt limb around my waist take out me in closer to him. I couldn't aid but notice the gibbousness pressing between my cheek and I began to spin around my pelvis a little bit. Mr. Edmund Kean softly moaned and began pulling up my dress around my waist. Next, he pulled my slight rock hard tool out of my panties and fit one expectant fist over my whole erection and began to quickly vibrate his clenched fist back and forth, sending wave of my pleasance through my body.

"You like it when daddy scratch your short clitoris, 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 voice that was so high I hardly recognized it as my own.

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

"conduct your pantie off, and get my stopcock out"He said as I was panting and recovering from my orgasm

I did as he was told, standing up to slither out of my pantie and next kneel inbetween his legs. I unbuckled his pants and pulled them around his waistline, revealing the Saame style of briefs that he was wearing before and that glorious dick straining to be free. I obliged it and pulled down the flexible, once again in awe in front of such a massive and perfectly shaped cock. I immediately reached forward with my mouth to lead off my work but I had only managed to get the tip in when I felt his strong arms reach under my armpit and lift me onto his lap, facing him.

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

I felt his mightily bridge player reach around me and start out rubbing my hole with something wet and a little sticky. I realized he was lubing my fix with my own cum. The realization made my putz spring up hard again and I leaned a little further into Mr.Kean, allowing his probing hand better access to my hole. My growing rooster was not lost on him.

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

"Mmhmm"I moaned in response.

Suddenly he hoisted me a niggling higher and positioned his turncock at the entrance to my arse. I was excited and terrified. Slowly he began to force against me. I could feel his hard member, both warm and business firm, but also soft pushing slowly into me. I gasped a slight as the head slipped retiring my ring. He smiled and gave my ass a playful slap, the vibrations feeling fantastic in my ass. Now I was the one applying insistence as I slowly sank deeper onto his tool. It felt foreign, but also howling to be this replete. The net few inches started to hurt and instead of taking the whole affair I began to bounce up and down slowly. The feeling was indescribable and I was lost in my lust and pleasure, still bouncing up and down on ¾ of his huge shaft. I felt his arms on my shoulder joint applying pressure sensation and pushing me deeper on each down stroke. It hurt a piffling, but it also felt incredibly good to be so full and going mysterious on each bounce. I was lost in the superstar when suddenly his hands pushed me down harder than before and I squealed a niggling in pain as I slid down the survive inch of his cock all at once. Mr.Kean smiled at me.

"Now you sound like a good fiddling slut. I knew you could do it"He said. I felt myself redden a little. He reached out and moved aside my little dick, still hard as a rock, to point that I was completely impaled on his dick. I felt proud, and I started my rhythmical bouncing again. Soon I felt my orgasm beginning to build. No one was touching my shaft, 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 coming was like a wave breaking. I don't have it off how retentive it lasted but it was easily the longest sexual climax I've ever had. I moaned and collapsed onto Mr. Edmund Kean chest.

"shucks 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 knockout for that '' He growled.

With that, he lifted me up again and pose me confront up onto his desk, with my foundation over his shoulder joint. His cock 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 stronger and his oink louder.

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

I felt his stopcock inflate in my ass and with a momentuous drive he unloaded inside me. He kept his cock 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 human knee, and began to lap up his still enormous cock clean. Suddenly, I felt it jerk. Was he getting hard again ? The thought caused my own dick to pinch, and I began bobbing my mind back and Forth on his member in earnest ...