I have always been really involved in field. 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 age old and met my new theater professor, Mr. Kean. He was a big guy, about 50 old age old with black and grey hair. At 6'4'’ and over 200lbs he cut an imposing figure.

Now, I have this petty thing that I've been doing. When I'm alone in the fecundation room, which is often as I'm in heraldic bearing of locking up every evening, I dress up in the girls outfits and rub one out. What's the harm, I figured ? I was always deliberate to never get caught. I was doing exactly this one Fri. As the last person left, I immediately went to the girls 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 stuffing room that day in my backpack.

So, I put on a little frock and skirt with a pair of pink panties that I found and got out my dildo. I usually lock the room access behind me, but in my excitement to get to the human activity, I left it unlocked. I was a few minutes into my session, prepare to cum but trying to make it last a little longer, when I got the idea of trying to cum in my own mouth. The location 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 unfreeze to crowd the dildo into my ass while the early script stroked my cock. Perfect, I thought. I was really into the second when I heard the door overt. I was furiously shoving the dildo into my ass with one hand and jerk off with the other, and suddenly Mr.Kean was in the room access, only a few ft away. I looked over at him as I came and shot a huge sticky burden over my face.

So there I was, dressed in a skirt with a duo of tap panties holding my articulatio talocruralis together, a dildo up my exposed ass, and cum all over my face. 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 almost intimidating voice possible as I righted myself.

I must give birth looked pretty funny, dressed in a skirt with makeup and cum on my face and pulling a dildo out of my ass. Mr. Kean thought so, and he laughed a short at my exclamation. Then he looked at me with a stern gaze and said"that's no way for a slut to talk to her pa ”.

"WHAT THE shtup ? !"I said, this time the shock of what he said mise en scene in and suddenly he slapped me. Not backbreaking, but firmly.

"you will do what I say, or I send this moving picture to everyone"he said, and I knew he had me."Now sucking my rooster ”.

I sort of expected it at that point, and with a somewhat misrepresent shoot down groan I got on my articulatio genus in front of him.

"good girl, I didn't even need to secern you to kneel"Mr. Kean said. I realized he was right, and blushed a little. The idea of playing with another man's peter had come up in my fantasies and I had kind of wanted to but I never seriously considered it. Now I would sustain to. I was expecting the worst when Mr. Kean unzipped himself and let his jeans fall to the story. He was still wearing Jockey shorts and he took a whole tone closer to me. I could see the synopsis of his semi-hard prick and I reached out to rub it. I gasped a bit as I felt it starting to raise under my ministrations. Now it was straining against the textile of the Jockey shorts so I pulled the pliant down and let his turncock leaping out. It was magnificent. It looked like It could belong to to one of those Greek statues. It was at least 8 inches long and very heavyset, curving slightly upward before tapering off to a circumcised mushroom head. My head was inches away from it and I was leaning forward to begin licking the shaft when Mr. Edmund Kean pulled back.

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

'' Delete the photo, and we can profess like this never happened, but you'll never get to take in my cock and finger me cum in your mouth"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 speech sound back to my new daddy.
Mr. Kean's smile broadened as he saw what I did."May I suck daddy's turncock 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 genu servicing a man, and I could feel blood rushing to my dick again. I looked up and Mr. Kean was taking another motion-picture show of me, this clip with his shaft in my sassing. I looked up at him as he took the painting with my mouth total of cock. I was capable to get about half his stopcock down my throat and began bobbing my head back and forth. 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 pappa fuck your lip"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 fiddling, but that only made his cock beguiler with spittle. Soon his globe were pressing up against my chin and my nose was buried in hairsbreadth 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 stopcock jet with each thrust and I began to splutter on cum as he pulled his dick out to eat up his orgasm on my face.

"estimable miss,"He said,"we'll teach you how to swallow next 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 consummate for the role, and that was that. Later that week, I found a bank bill in my locker telling me to get a wax for all my tomentum waist down. My consistency was already almost hairless, but I liked the idea. It hurt like hell getting mount, but damn did I ever look aphrodisiacal in the mirror afterwards. On Monday, we were rehearsing a scene in the play during which I have a long oral presentation portion. Mr. Edmund Kean kept telling me that I needed to get to my voice go higher, but I just couldn't do it. After a few effort, he finally told me to rest after family today for some buck private voice lessons. My pecker immediately sprung up and I have to admit I was excited to record off my newly hairless body. I also couldn't stopover picturing his big meaty member. I waited after class as I was told, still in costume as a young woman complete with make-up. I walked up to Mr. Kean office staff and knocked tentatively.

"come in"said a part from inside.

I did, and walked into Mr. Keans federal agency. I had never been here before. There were some notice for various product and shimmer, some signed and others not. Directly in front man of me was a large mahogany desk. I remember thinking that desk certainly wasn't bought on the school budget. Mr. Kean sat behind it in an armchair with a athirst spirit in his eye. He was wearing a white button-up shirt and black pants. I walked closer and he began to spill

"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 much of a girly little slattern 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 take a rear end ”, he said, patting his stifle. 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 waist pull me in closer to him. I couldn't helper but notice the prominence pressing between my nerve and I began to reel my hips a little bit. Mr. Edmund Kean softly moaned and began pulling up my clothes around my waist. side by side, he pulled my little rock voiceless cock out of my panties and fit one large clenched fist over my all erection and began to quickly tickle his clenched fist back and Forth River, sending waves of my pleasure through my body.

"You like it when pop itch your fiddling 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 pappa !"in a articulation that was so high up I hardly recognized it as my own.

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

"assume your panties off, and get my pecker out"He said as I was panting and recovering from my orgasm

I did as he was told, standing up to slide out of my step-in and side by side kneel 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 glorious stopcock straining to be free. I obliged it and pulled down the pliable, once again in awe in strawman of such a massive and perfectly shaped cock. I immediately reached forward with my sassing to begin my body of work but I had only managed to get the tip in when I felt his stiff arms reach under my axillary fossa and nobble me onto his lap, facing him.

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

I felt his right hand paw reach around me and set about rubbing my hole with something wet and a little unenviable. I realized he was lubing my hole with my own cum. The recognition made my dick grow hard again and I leaned a minuscule advance into Mr.Kean, allowing his probing hand better access to my golf hole. My growing turncock was not lost on him.

"You like it when Daddy plays with your piddling slit, don't you ?"

"Mmhmm"I moaned in response.

Suddenly he hoisted me a little eminent and positioned his hammer at the entrance to my cocksucker. I was excited and terrified. Slowly he began to press against me. I could finger his hard fellow member, both strong and business firm, but also soft pushing slowly into me. I gasped a little as the head slipped past my closed chain. He smiled and gave my ass a playful slap, the vibration feeling grotesque in my ass. Now I was the one applying imperativeness as I slowly drop down deeper onto his tool. It felt strange, but also wonderful to be this wax. The live on few column inch started to hurt and instead of taking the whole affair I began to bounce up and down slowly. The feeling was indefinable and I was lost in my lustfulness and joy, still bouncing up and down on ¾ of his huge tool. I felt his implements of war on my berm applying pressure and pushing me deeper on each down solidus. It hurt a little, but it also felt incredibly good to be so full phase of the moon and going inscrutable on each bouncing. I was lost in the sensation when suddenly his hands pushed me down harder than before and I squealed a fiddling in painful sensation as I slid down the last inch of his turncock all at once. Mr.Kean smiled at me.

"Now you sound like a ripe little slut. I knew you could do it"He said. I felt myself blush a little. He reached out and moved aside my minuscule dick, still hard as a rock and roll, to express that I was completely impaled on his tool. I felt proud, and I started my rhythmic bouncing again. Soon I felt my climax beginning to build. No one was touching my hammer, but the feeling of sliding up and down Mr. Edmund Kean big Pole was going to pull in me cum.

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

"Go ahead. Use my big hammer 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 know how long it lasted but it was easily the longest orgasm I've ever had. I moaned and collapsed onto Mr. Keans chest.

"shit miss, 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 dreary"I managed to say, still out of breath.

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

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

"Take it slut"he growled, and I needed to brace 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 driving force 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 peter flopped out, still covered in cum. I turned around, got down on my genu, and began to drub his still enormous cock clean. Suddenly, I felt it twitch. Was he getting hard again ? The opinion caused my own tool to twitch, and I began bobbing my head back and Forth on his member in earnest ...