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

Now, I have this trivial thing that I've been doing. When I'm alone in the dressing room, which is often as I'm in charge of locking up every eventide, I dress up in the young woman outfits and rub one out. What's the impairment, I figured ? I was always heedful to never get caught. I was doing exactly this one Fri. As the cobbler's last soul left, I immediately went to the girls changing room and excitedly began picking things 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 fertilization elbow room that day in my backpack.

So, I put on a little attire and skirt with a pair of pink panty that I found and got out my dildo. I usually lock the room access behind me, but in my upheaval to get to the deed, I left it unlocked. I was a few minute into my session, ready to cum but trying to make it last a fiddling foresighted, 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 bulwark and resting on my upper berth back and neck so that my shaft was only an column inch from my face and it left one hand detached to promote the dildo into my ass while the early hand stroked my cock. Perfect, I thought. I was really into the present moment when I heard the door undetermined. I was furiously shoving the dildo into my ass with one helping hand and jerking off with the other, and suddenly Mr.Kean was in the doorway, only a few substructure 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 annulus with a pair of pinko panties holding my ankle together, a dildo up my exposed ass, and cum all over my side. I was stunned, and I didn't move an inch. Suddenly Mr. Kean reached into his pocket, took out his phone, and snapped a picture.

Suddenly I was enraged,

"What the nookie ? !"I said in my deepest and most intimidating voice potential as I righted myself.

I must get looked pretty funny, dressed in a skirt with constitution and cum on my face and pulling a dildo out of my ass. Mr. Kean thought so, and he laughed a little at my exclamation. Then he looked at me with a butt gaze and said"that's no way for a slut to peach to her dad ”.

"WHAT THE FUCK ? !"I said, this time the shock of what he said setting in and suddenly he slapped me. Not hard, but firmly.

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

I kind of expected it at that tip, and with a somewhat cook vote down groan I got on my knees in front of him.

"commodity girl, I didn't even need to tell you to kneel"Mr. Kean said. I realized he was in good order, and blushed a fiddling. The estimate of playing with another man's cock had come up in my fantasies and I had sort of cherished to but I never seriously considered it. Now I would suffer to. I was expecting the unsound when Mr. Kean unzipped himself and let his jeans fall to the floor. He was still wearing legal brief 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 rise under my ministrations. Now it was straining against the fabric of the briefs so I pulled the elastic pile and let his putz springiness out. It was splendid. It looked like It could belong to one of those Hellene statues. It was at least 8 inches long and very thick, curving slightly upward before tapering off to a circumcised mushroom head. My pass was inches away from it and I was leaning forward to set out licking the scape when Mr. Edmund 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 rooster, afraid he was going to put it away. Instead Mr. Edmund Kean barked a joke and took out his phone again. He brought up the picture he took of me earlier and handed me the phone.

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

I knew what I wanted, and I leaned over so Mr. Keans tool was resting on my olfactory organ and took a selfie, handing the sound back to my new daddy.
Mr. 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 further encouragement and immediately put the head in my oral cavity. It felt right, to be on my knees servicing a man, and I could palpate blood rushing to my tool again. I looked up and Mr. Edmund Kean was taking another mental picture of me, this time with his stopcock in my rima oris. I looked up at him as he took the exposure with my oral cavity full of cock. I was able-bodied to get about half his cock down my pharynx and began bobbing my head back and Forth River. 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 small, but that only made his cock cheat with saliva. Soon his balls were pressing up against my mentum 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 deluge he unleashed in my mouthpiece. I felt his hammer spirt with each jab and I began to spit out on cum as he pulled his pecker out to finish his orgasm on my face.

"good girl,"He said,"we'll teach you how to immerse next metre ”.

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 office. Mr. Kean said I was perfect for the 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 physical structure was already almost hairless, but I liked the musical theme. It hurt like hell getting mount, but damn did I ever look sexy in the mirror afterwards. On Monday, we were rehearsing a picture in the play during which I have a farseeing speechmaking division. Mr. Kean kept telling me that I needed to earn my part go higher, but I just couldn't do it. After a few effort, he finally told me to stay on after class today for some private voice lessons. My pecker immediately sprung up and I have to admit I was excited to show off my newly hairless torso. I also couldn't stop picturing his big meaty member. I waited after class as I was told, still in costume as a girl over with make-up. I walked up to Mr. Kean role and knocked tentatively.

"come in"said a vocalisation from inside.

I did, and walked into Mr. Kean spot. I had never been here before. There were some card for diverse productions and plays, some signed and others not. Directly in front of me was a large sepia desk. I remember thinking that desk certainly wasn't bought on the shoal budget. Mr. Kean sat behind it in an armchair with a athirst looking in his eye. He was wearing a white button-up shirt and mordant pants. I walked closer and he began to blab

"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 instruct you how much of a girly little slut you are ”.

If I wasn't completely backbreaking before, I sure was now. I nodded at him and was about to lecture again when he cut me off"come over here and deal 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 arms around my waistline pull me in finisher to him. I couldn't help but notice the bulge pressing between my cheeks and I began to gyrate my rose hip a small bit. Mr. Kean softly moaned and began pulling up my dress around my waistline. Next, he pulled my little rock hard stopcock out of my panties and fit one large fist over my whole erecting and began to quickly thrill his fist back and forth, sending moving ridge of my pleasure through my body.

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

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

"Take your panty 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 slip out of my panties and next kneeling inbetween his legs. I unbuckled his pants and pulled them around his shank, revealing the like style of briefs that he was wearing before and that glorious cock straining to be free. I obliged it and pulled down the elastic, once again in awe in front of such a monolithic and perfectly shaped cock. I immediately reached forward with my mouth to start out my piece of work but I had only managed to get the tip in when I felt his strong sleeve reach under my armpits and abstract me onto his lap, facing him.

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

I felt his right hand reach around me and begin rubbing my hole with something wet and a short gluey. I realized he was lubing my hole with my own cum. The fruition made my cock maturate hard again and I leaned a little further into Mr.Kean, allowing his probing hand better access code to my trap. My growing hammer was not lost on him.

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

"Mmhmm"I moaned in response.

Suddenly he hoisted me a little higher and positioned his rooster at the entrance to my asshole. I was excited and terrified. Slowly he began to push against me. I could feel his grueling member, both inviolable and firm, but also soft pushing slowly into me. I gasped a little as the head slipped by my ring. He smiled and gave my ass a playful slap, the quivering feeling wondrous in my ass. Now I was the one applying pressing as I slowly lapse deeper onto his cock. It felt strange, but also fantastic to be this full. The endure few column inch started to wound and instead of taking the unhurt thing I began to resile up and down slowly. The touch sensation was untellable and I was lost in my luxuria and pleasure, still bouncing up and down on ¾ of his vast cock. I felt his arms on my shoulders applying pressure and pushing me deeper on each down stroke. It hurt a little, but it also felt incredibly undecomposed to be so full-of-the-moon and going deep on each bounce. I was lost in the sensation when suddenly his bridge player pushed me down harder than before and I squealed a small in botheration as I slid down the last inch of his cock all at once. Mr.Kean smiled at me.

"Now you sound like a right petty 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 show that I was completely impaled on his cock. I felt proud, and I started my rhythmic bounce again. Soon I felt my orgasm beginning to work up. No one was touching my stopcock, but the tone 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 break. I don't recognise how recollective it lasted but it was easily the longest orgasm 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 pitiful"I managed to say, still out of breath.

"I'm going to make out you unvoiced for that '' He growled.

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

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

I felt his shaft inflate in my ass and with a momentuous thrust he unloaded inside me. He kept his shaft inside my ass for a beautiful few moments. Slowly, he pulled out and I felt the vacancy as his prick flopped out, still covered in cum. I turned around, got down on my genu, and began to cream his still enormous cock clean. Suddenly, I felt it jerk. Was he getting hard again ? The thought caused my own cock to nip, and I began bobbing my pass back and Forth River on his extremity in earnest ...