I have always been really involved in theatre. I don't act, and my strength 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 dramaturgy professor, Mr. Edmund Kean. He was a big guy, about 50 geezerhood old with smuggled and grayish hairsbreadth. At 6'4'’ and over 200lbs he cut an imposing figure.

Now, I have this little affair that I've been doing. When I'm alone in the grooming room, which is often as I'm in burster of locking up every eventide, I dress up in the girls turnout and rub one out. What's the harm, I figured ? I was always careful to never get caught. I was doing exactly this one Fri. As the last person left, I immediately went to the young lady changing room and excitedly began picking affair out. Okay, I have another confession. Over the summertime, 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 way that day in my backpack.

So, I put on a petty dress and chick with a pair of pink scanty 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 minutes into my session, ready to cum but trying to make it last a picayune farseeing, when I got the idea of trying to cum in my own back talk. The office I ended up assuming was with my wooden leg pointing towards the cap propped up against a wall and resting on my speed back and neck so that my turncock was only an inch from my face and it left one hand free to press the dildo into my ass while the other hand stroked my tool. 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 paw and jerking off with the former, and suddenly Mr.Kean was in the doorway, only a few understructure away. I looked over at him as I came and shot a immense sticky lading over my face.

So there I was, dressed in a skirt with a yoke of pink panties holding my ankles together, a dildo up my disclose ass, and cum all over my face. I was stunned, and I didn't move an inch. Suddenly Mr. Edmund Kean reached into his air pocket, took out his phone, and snapped a picture.

Suddenly I was enraged,

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

I must have looked pretty amusing, dressed in a skirt with makeup and cum on my fount and pulling a dildo out of my ass. Mr. Kean thought so, and he laughed a petty at my exclaiming. Then he looked at me with a stern gaze and said"that's no way for a slut to talk to her daddy ”.

"WHAT THE fuck ? !"I said, this meter the shock of what he said place setting in and suddenly he slapped me. Not strong, but firmly.

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

I kind of expected it at that point, and with a somewhat faked shoot down groan I got on my knees in figurehead of him.

"Good girl, I didn't even need to recount you to kneel"Mr. Edmund Kean said. I realized he was proper, and blushed a niggling. The idea of playing with another man's cock had come up in my illusion and I had variety of wanted 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 denim fall to the floor. He was still wearing briefs and he took a footstep closer to me. I could see the synopsis of his semi-hard gumshoe and I reached out to rub it. I gasped a bit as I felt it starting to spring up under my ministrations. Now it was straining against the fabric of the brief so I pulled the elastic band down and let his stopcock give out. It was magnificent. It looked like It could go to one of those Grecian statues. It was at least 8 inch long and very heavyset, curving slightly upward before tapering off to a circumcised mushroom straits. My head was inch away from it and I was leaning forward to begin licking the prick when Mr. Kean pulled back.

"I want you to beg for my putz"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 utter cock, afraid he was going to put it away. Instead Mr. Edmund Kean barked a laugh and took out his phone again. He brought up the pic 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 suckle my cock and palpate 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 telephone set back to my new daddy.
Mr. Kean's smile broadened as he saw what I did."May I suck daddy's peter 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 brain in my oral fissure. It felt right wing, 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 prick in my mouth. I looked up at him as he took the picture with my verbalize full moon of peter. 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 paries and began thrusting in and out of my mouth.

"Just relax, and let pop roll in the hay your oral cavity"He said.

I tried to do as he said, and soon he was sliding almost all of his hawkshaw down my pharynx. I gagged a lilliputian, but that only made his pecker cheat with spittle. Soon his balls were pressing up against my chin and my olfactory organ was buried in hair with every stroke. His stroking became more erratic and he began to grunt. I knew he was about to cum, and was still unprepared for the flood he unleashed in my sassing. I felt his cock spurt with each jab and I began to sputter on cum as he pulled his rooster out to finish his orgasm on my face.

"right girl,"He said,"we'll teach you how to swallow up succeeding time ”.

With that, he walked out. I jerked off again, attempted to scavenge up, and went home. The side by side week I was cast to a missy role. Mr. Kean said I was pure for the role, and that was that. Later that week, I found a tone in my cabinet telling me to get a wax for all my hair waist down. My body was already almost hairless, but I liked the thought. It hurt like netherworld getting waxed, but damn did I ever look sexy in the mirror afterwards. On Monday, we were rehearsing a scenery in the bid during which I have a long public speaking part. Mr. Kean kept telling me that I needed to make my voice go higher, but I just couldn't do it. After a few tries, he finally told me to stay after class today for some private voice lessons. My cock immediately sprung up and I have to include I was excited to show off my newly hairless dead body. I also couldn't stay picturing his big meaty extremity. I waited after class as I was told, still in costume as a fille make out with make-up. I walked up to Mr. Keans bureau and knocked tentatively.

"Come in"said a voice from inside.

I did, and walked into Mr. Edmund Kean office. I had never been here before. There were some posters for diverse productions and plays, some signed and others not. Directly in front 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 feeling in his eye. He was wearing a gabardine button-up shirt and black pants. I walked closer and he began to talk

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

"Right now, I'm going to teach you how a great deal of a girly little slut 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"seminal fluid over here and shoot a arse ”, 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 coat of arms around my waistline pull me in closer to him. I couldn't help but notice the gibbosity pressing between my cheeks and I began to gyrate my hip joint a little bit. Mr. Edmund Kean softly moaned and began pulling up my dress around my waistline. Next, he pulled my little stone punishing prick out of my scanty and fit one turgid fist over my totally erecting and began to quickly vibrate his clenched fist back and forth, sending moving ridge of my pleasure through my body.

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

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

"take aim your scanty off, and get my cock out"He said as I was panting and recovering from my coming

I did as he was told, standing up to slide out of my step-in and next kneel inbetween his branch. I unbuckled his pants and pulled them around his waist, revealing the Saami style of briefs that he was wearing before and that splendid cock straining to be destitute. I obliged it and pulled down the elastic, once again in awe in strawman of such a massive and perfectly shaped pecker. I immediately reached forward with my mouth to commence my work but I had only managed to get the tip in when I felt his strong arms grasp under my armpits and revoke me onto his lap, facing him.

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

I felt his compensate script reach around me and lead off rubbing my cakehole with something wet and a little sticky. I realized he was lubing my hole with my own cum. The realization made my stopcock arise hard again and I leaned a petty promote into Mr.Kean, allowing his probing script better admittance to my hole. My growing cock 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 small gamy and positioned his pecker at the entrance to my asshole. I was excited and terrified. Slowly he began to push against me. I could feel his unvoiced phallus, both strong and firm, but also soft pushing slowly into me. I gasped a piddling as the headway slipped past times my ring. He smiled and gave my ass a playful smacking, the vibrations feeling fantastic in my ass. Now I was the one applying insistence as I slowly sank mysterious onto his tool. It felt strange, but also wonderful to be this broad. The cobbler's last few column inch started to hurt and instead of taking the whole thing I began to bounce up and down slowly. The flavour was untellable and I was lost in my luxuria and delight, still bouncing up and down on ¾ of his Brobdingnagian pecker. I felt his arms on my berm applying force per unit area and pushing me deeper on each down diagonal. It hurt a little, but it also felt incredibly good to be so full moon and going abstruse on each bounciness. I was lost in the hotshot when suddenly his hands pushed me down harder than before and I squealed a little in pain as I slid down the last inch of his rooster all at once. Mr.Kean smiled at me.

"Now you sound like a good lilliputian slovenly woman. I knew you could do it"He said. I felt myself crimson a little. He reached out and moved aside my niggling dick, still hard as a rock, to show 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 stopcock, 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 climax was like a waving breaking. I don't know how long it lasted but it was easily the longest coming I've ever had. I moaned and collapsed onto Mr. Keans 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 knockout for that '' He growled.

With that, he lifted me up again and laid me face up onto his desk, with my feet over his articulatio humeri. 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 strong and his grunt louder.

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

I felt his hammer inflate in my ass and with a momentuous push he unloaded inside me. He kept his cock inside my ass for a beautiful few import. Slowly, he pulled out and I felt the void as his cock flopped out, still covered in cum. I turned around, got down on my knees, and began to lick his still tremendous tool clean. Suddenly, I felt it tweet. Was he getting hard again ? The thought caused my own peter to twitch, and I began bobbing my psyche back and forth on his penis in earnest ...