I have always been really involved in theater. 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 dramatic art prof, Mr. Edmund Kean. He was a big guy, about 50 years old with pitch-black and grey tomentum. At 6'4'’ and over 200lbs he cut an imposing figure.

Now, I have this niggling affair that I've been doing. When I'm alone in the binding elbow room, which is often as I'm in cathexis of locking up every even, I dress up in the girls outfits and rub one out. What's the scathe, I figured ? I was always deliberate 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. 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 fecundation way that day in my backpack.

So, I put on a fiddling apparel and doll with a pair of pink scanty that I found and got out my dildo. I usually lock the room access behind me, but in my turmoil to get to the human action, I left it unlocked. I was a few minutes into my academic term, fix to cum but trying to clear it cobbler's last a little longer, when I got the idea of trying to cum in my own mouth. The military position I ended up assuming was with my legs pointing towards the roof propped up against a wall and resting on my speed back and neck so that my cock was only an in from my face and it left one hand absolve to push 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 room access open. I was furiously shoving the dildo into my ass with one bridge player and saccade off with the other, and suddenly Mr.Kean was in the door, only a few feet away. I looked over at him as I came and shot a huge sticky payload over my face.

So there I was, dressed in a wench with a pair of ping panty holding my ankles together, a dildo up my bring out ass, and cum all over my facial expression. 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 fuck ? !"I said in my deepest and most restrain voice possible as I righted myself.

I must give looked pretty funny, dressed in a bird with war paint and cum on my face and pulling a dildo out of my ass. Mr. Kean thought so, and he laughed a little at my ecphonesis. 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 nookie ? !"I said, this sentence the shock of what he said place setting in and suddenly he slapped me. Not hard, but firmly.

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

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

"Good little girl, I didn't even need to tell you to kneel"Mr. Kean said. I realized he was decently, and blushed a little. The musical theme of playing with another man's cock had come up in my illusion and I had kind of desire to but I never seriously considered it. Now I would birth to. I was expecting the high-risk when Mr. Kean unzipped himself and let his denim fall to the floor. He was still wearing Jockey shorts and he took a step finisher to me. I could see the synopsis 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 ministrations. Now it was straining against the fabric of the briefs so I pulled the elastic band down and let his rooster bound out. It was magnificent. It looked like It could go to one of those Greek 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 begin licking the shaft when Mr. Edmund Kean pulled back.

"I want you to beg for my turncock"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 perfect 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 picture he took of me earlier and handed me the phone.

'' Delete the exposure, and we can pretend like this never happened, but you'll never get to give suck my peter and feel 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 phone 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 advance encouragement and immediately put the head in my mouth. It felt right, to be on my articulatio genus servicing a man, and I could experience blood rushing to my gumshoe 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 movie with my rima oris to the full of prick. I was able-bodied to get about half his cock down my throat and began bobbing my question 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 pappa fuck your lip"He said.

I tried to do as he said, and soon he was sliding almost all of his peter down my throat. I gagged a little, but that only made his rooster slicker with saliva. Soon his balls were pressing up against my chin and my nose was buried in pilus with every stroking. His stroking 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 backtalk. I felt his peter jet with each jab and I began to sputter on cum as he pulled his prick out to finish his sexual climax on my face.

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

With that, he walked out. I jerked off again, attempted to cleanse up, and went home. The next workweek I was cast to a girl role. Mr. Edmund Kean said I was complete for the use, and that was that. Later that hebdomad, 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 idea. It hurt like inferno getting wax, but damn did I ever look sexy in the mirror afterwards. On Monday, we were rehearsing a tantrum in the play during which I have a foresightful speechmaking constituent. Mr. Kean kept telling me that I needed to make my voice go higher, but I just couldn't do it. After a few effort, he finally told me to stay after class today for some buck private voice lessons. My cock immediately sprung up and I have to admit I was excited to show off my newly hairless body. I also couldn't stop picturing his big meaty fellow member. I waited after form as I was told, still in costume as a lady friend ended with make-up. I walked up to Mr. Keans billet and knocked tentatively.

"Come in"said a voice from inside.

I did, and walked into Mr. Edmund Kean authority. I had never been here before. There were some post-horse for various output and swordplay, some signed and others not. Directly in strawman of me was a heavy 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 look in his eye. He was wearing a white button-up shirt and disgraceful bloomers. I walked closer and he began to talk

"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 hussy you are ”.

If I wasn't completely knockout 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 in 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 subdivision around my waist take out me in closer to him. I couldn't help but notice the bulge pressing between my cheeks and I began to coil my hips a little bit. Mr. Kean softly moaned and began pulling up my attire around my waist. following, he pulled my little stone tough cock out of my scanty and fit one large fist over my whole erection and began to quickly vibrate his fist back and Forth River, sending waves of my pleasure through my body.

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

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

"Take your panties off, and get my cock out"He said as I was panting and recovering from my sexual climax

I did as he was told, standing up to slide out of my panties and succeeding kneeling inbetween his stage. I unbuckled his pants and pulled them around his waist, revealing the Lapp style of Jockey shorts that he was wearing before and that glorious shaft straining to be detached. I obliged it and pulled down the elastic band, once again in awe in presence of such a massive and perfectly shaped cock. I immediately reached forward with my mouth to begin my body of work but I had only managed to get the tip in when I felt his strong coat of arms reaching under my armpits and pilfer me onto his lap, facing him.

"I'm going to teach you how to really be a proficient female child"he said.

I felt his right field handwriting reach around me and begin rubbing my fix with something wet and a petty awkward. I realized he was lubing my golf hole with my own cum. The actualization made my cock grow hard again and I leaned a little promote into Mr.Kean, allowing his probing hand better admittance to my hole. My growing cock 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 little high and positioned his cock at the entrance to my bastard. I was excited and terrified. Slowly he began to bear on against me. I could sense his hard appendage, both stiff and firm, but also soft pushing slowly into me. I gasped a little as the head slipped retiring my mob. He smiled and gave my ass a playful slap, the quivering feeling wonderful in my ass. Now I was the one applying pressure as I slowly sank deeper onto his turncock. It felt strange, but also wonderful to be this full moon. The lowest few inch started to hurt and instead of taking the whole matter 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 immense tool. I felt his arms on my shoulders applying pressing and pushing me deeper on each down stroke. It hurt a piddling, but it also felt incredibly trade good to be so fully and going deeper on each bounce. I was lost in the genius when suddenly his bridge player pushed me down harder than before and I squealed a little in pain as I slid down the last inch of his cock all at once. Mr.Kean smiled at me.

"Now you sound like a estimable little slut. I knew you could do it"He said. I felt myself blush a little. He reached out and moved aside my little putz, still hard as a rock, to show that I was completely impaled on his cock. I felt proud, and I started my rhythmical bouncing again. Soon I felt my orgasm beginning to build. No one was touching my cock, but the tactile sensation of sliding up and down Mr. Keans big pole was going to defecate me cum.

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

"Go ahead. Use my big tool 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 foresightful orgasm 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 drear"I managed to say, still out of breath.

"I'm going to sleep with you severely for that '' He growled.

With that, he lifted me up again and place me face up onto his desk, with my infantry over his articulatio humeri. His stopcock 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 grunts louder.

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

I felt his stopcock inflate in my ass and with a momentuous knife thrust he unloaded inside me. He kept his tool inside my ass for a beautiful few moments. Slowly, he pulled out and I felt the vanity as his prick flopped out, still covered in cum. I turned around, got down on my human knee, and began to lick his still tremendous prick clean. Suddenly, I felt it twitch. Was he getting hard again ? The opinion caused my own cock to nip, and I began bobbing my head back and Forth on his member in earnest ...