I have always been really involved in theater. I don't act, and my speciality 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 years old with black and gray-headed hair. At 6'4'’ and over 200lbs he cut an imposing figure.

Now, I have this piddling thing that I've been doing. When I'm alone in the medical dressing room, which is often as I'm in rush of locking up every even, I dress up in the girls outfits and rub one out. What's the harm, I figured ? I was always careful to never get caught. I was doing exactly this one Friday. As the last mortal left, I immediately went to the miss 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 elbow room that day in my backpack.

So, I put on a little apparel and dame 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 hullabaloo to get to the deed of conveyance, I left it unlocked. I was a few mo into my session, ready to cum but trying to make it last a fiddling longer, when I got the idea of trying to cum in my own sass. The lieu I ended up assuming was with my legs pointing towards the ceiling propped up against a wall and resting on my upper berth back and cervix so that my cock was only an inch from my side and it left one hand free to labour the dildo into my ass while the other hand stroked my cock. Perfect, I thought. I was really into the moment when I heard the door spread. I was furiously shoving the dildo into my ass with one helping hand and jerking off with the early, 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 pair of pink pantie holding my mortise joint together, a dildo up my let out ass, and cum all over my nerve. I was stunned, and I didn't move an inch. Suddenly Mr. Edmund Kean reached into his pouch, took out his speech sound, and snapped a picture.

Suddenly I was enraged,

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

I must deliver looked pretty comical, 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 slight at my exclaiming. Then he looked at me with a quarter regard and said"that's no way for a slattern to utter to her daddy ”.

"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 mental picture to everyone"he said, and I knew he had me."Now suck my prick ”.

I sort of expected it at that decimal point, and with a somewhat faked defeated moan I got on my genu in front of him.

"good girl, I didn't even take to order you to kneel"Mr. Kean said. I realized he was proper, and blushed a fiddling. The idea of playing with another man's rooster had come up in my fantasies and I had variety of wanted to but I never seriously considered it. Now I would own to. I was expecting the worst when Mr. Kean unzipped himself and let his jean fall to the floor. He was still wearing briefs and he took a stair closer to me. I could see the schema of his semi-hard dick and I reached out to rub it. I gasped a bit as I felt it starting to spring up under my ministration. Now it was straining against the fabric of the briefs so I pulled the elastic down feather and let his cock saltation out. It was magnificent. It looked like It could belong to one of those Hellene statues. It was at least 8 column inch long and very wooden-headed, curving slightly upward before tapering off to a circumcised mushroom head. My head was edge away from it and I was leaning forward to get down licking the shaft when Mr. Kean pulled back.

"I want you to beg for my dick"he said. In a sudden exclamation of defiance I blurted out"no"but as soon as I said it I regretted it, and looked back to his complete cock, afraid he was going to put it away. Instead Mr. Kean barked a laugh and took out his telephone set again. He brought up the icon he took of me other and handed me the phone.

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

I knew what I wanted, and I leaned over so Mr. Edmund Kean prick was resting on my nozzle and took a selfie, handing the phone back to my new daddy.
Mr. Edmund 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 chief in my oral fissure. It felt proper, to be on my knees servicing a man, and I could feel blood rushing to my dick again. I looked up and Mr. Kean was taking another picture of me, this time with his cock in my oral cavity. I looked up at him as he took the picture with my mouth full of tool. I was able 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 have it off your backtalk"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 lilliputian, but that only made his shaft cheat with spit. Soon his globe were pressing up against my chin and my nose was buried in hair with every stroke. His apoplexy became more temperamental 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 putz spurt with each thrust and I began to sputter on cum as he pulled his peter out to fetch up his climax on my face.

"ripe girl,"He said,"we'll Edward Thatch you how to swallow succeeding time ”.

With that, he walked out. I jerked off again, attempted to clean house up, and went home. The succeeding week I was cast to a girl character. Mr. Kean said I was perfect for the role, and that was that. Later that calendar week, I found a note in my cabinet telling me to get a wax for all my hairsbreadth waist down. My consistency was already almost hairless, but I liked the idea. It hurt like hell getting waxed, but damn did I ever look sexy in the mirror afterwards. On Monday, we were rehearsing a shot in the play during which I have a yearn speaking voice. Mr. Kean kept telling me that I needed to make my voice go higher, but I just couldn't do it. After a few try, he finally told me to persist after course of instruction today for some private vocalisation object lesson. My cock immediately sprung up and I have to admit I was excited to usher off my newly hairless consistency. I also couldn't halt picturing his big meaty extremity. I waited after course of study as I was told, still in costume as a young woman complete with make-up. I walked up to Mr. Keans office and knocked tentatively.

"seminal fluid in"said a vocalism from inside.

I did, and walked into Mr. Kean office. I had never been here before. There were some poster for various productions and romp, some signed and others not. Directly in front of me was a bombastic mahogany desk. I remember thinking that desk certainly wasn't bought on the shoal budget. Mr. Kean sat behind it in an armchair with a hungry feel in his eye. He was wearing a Patrick White button-up shirt and smutty bloomers. I walked closer and he began to utter

"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 minuscule trollop 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 ”, 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 branch around my waist pull me in finisher to him. I couldn't assist but notice the bulge pressing between my cheeks and I began to gyrate my rose hip a short bit. Mr. Kean softly moaned and began pulling up my dress around my waistline. adjacent, he pulled my slight rock intemperately cock out of my scanty and fit one large fist over my whole erection and began to quickly resonate his fist back and Forth River, sending waves of my delight through my body.

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

"cum for pappa"I heard him say as I blasted my freight into his hand.

"Take your pantie off, and get my cock 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 step-in and next kneeling inbetween his wooden leg. I unbuckled his trouser and pulled them around his waistline, revealing the same stylus of briefs that he was wearing before and that glorious cock straining to be unloosen. I obliged it and pulled down the elastic, once again in awe in front of such a massive and perfectly shaped shaft. I immediately reached forward with my sassing to set about my work but I had only managed to get the tip in when I felt his impregnable blazonry compass under my armpits and sneak me onto his lap, facing him.

"I'm going to learn you how to really be a ripe daughter"he said.

I felt his powerful hand reach around me and begin rubbing my muddle with something wet and a little sticky. I realized he was lubing my hollow with my own cum. The realization made my cock develop hard again and I leaned a little boost into Mr.Kean, allowing his probing hand better access to my hole. My growing prick was not lost on him.

"You like it when dad plays with your piffling pussy, don't you ?"

"Mmhmm"I moaned in response.

Suddenly he hoisted me a minuscule higher and positioned his cock at the entering to my asshole. I was excited and terrified. Slowly he began to push against me. I could sense his hard extremity, both strong and firm, but also easygoing pushing slowly into me. I gasped a little as the fountainhead slipped retiring my ring. He smiled and gave my ass a playful slap, the shakiness feeling fantastic in my ass. Now I was the one applying pressure as I slowly sank deeply onto his peter. It felt strange, but also wonderful to be this full moon. The last few inches started to smart and instead of taking the whole matter I began to take a hop 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 vast cock. I felt his arms on my shoulder applying atmospheric pressure and pushing me profoundly on each down accident. It hurt a piddling, but it also felt incredibly good to be so wide-cut and going profoundly on each bounce. I was lost in the adept when suddenly his hands pushed me down harder than before and I squealed a little in hurting as I slid down the final inch of his turncock all at once. Mr.Kean smiled at me.

"Now you sound like a soundly little slut. I knew you could do it"He said. I felt myself flush a little. He reached out and moved aside my little dick, still hard as a tilt, to show that I was completely impaled on his pecker. I felt proud, and I started my rhythmic bouncing 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 rod 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 have a go at it how long it lasted but it was easily the longest orgasm I've ever had. I moaned and collapsed onto Mr. Kean chest.

"shit 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 get it on you grueling for that '' He growled.

With that, he lifted me up again and pose me face up onto his desk, with my metrical unit over his shoulders. His peter never left me, and now it started to throw in and out.
I honestly thought I was going to cum again when his chance event became hard and his oink louder.

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

I felt his cock inflate in my ass and with a momentuous thrust he unloaded inside me. He kept his cock inside my ass for a beautiful few present moment. Slowly, he pulled out and I felt the vanity as his stopcock flopped out, still covered in cum. I turned around, got down on my knees, and began to drub his still enormous cock clean and jerk. Suddenly, I felt it twitch. Was he getting hard again ? The intellection caused my own cock to twitch, and I began bobbing my head back and forth on his member in earnest ...