I have always been really involved in theater. I don't act, and my specialty 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 professor, Mr. Edmund Kean. He was a big guy, about 50 years old with Black person and Charles Grey hair. At 6'4'’ and over 200lbs he cut an imposing figure.

Now, I have this little thing that I've been doing. When I'm alone in the dressing room, which is often as I'm in bursting charge of locking up every evening, I dress up in the fille 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 person left, I immediately went to the girls changing room and excitedly began picking thing 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 annulus with a couplet of pink panties that I found and got out my dildo. I usually lock the door behind me, but in my fervor to get to the deed of conveyance, I left it unlocked. I was a few minutes into my session, set to cum but trying to make it last a little longer, when I got the thought of trying to cum in my own mouth. The position I ended up assuming was with my wooden leg pointing towards the roof propped up against a bulwark and resting on my amphetamine back and neck so that my tool was only an inch from my face and it left one paw give up to advertise the dildo into my ass while the early hand stroked my peter. 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 hand and jerking off with the early, and suddenly Mr.Kean was in the doorway, only a few ft 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 dyad of pink panties holding my ankles together, a dildo up my exposed ass, and cum all over my face. I was stunned, and I didn't move an in. 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 about intimidating voice potential as I righted myself.

I must have looked pretty singular, dressed in a skirt with constitution and cum on my aspect and pulling a dildo out of my ass. Mr. Kean thought so, and he laughed a petty at my ecphonesis. Then he looked at me with a stern gaze and said"that's no way for a loose woman to utter to her pa ”.

"WHAT THE FUCK ? !"I said, this clip the impact of what he said mise en scene in and suddenly he slapped me. Not gruelling, but firmly.

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

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

"trade good girl, I didn't even need to tell you to kneel"Mr. Kean said. I realized he was right, and blushed a little. The melodic theme of playing with another man's rooster had come up in my fancy and I had kind of wanted to but I never seriously considered it. Now I would have got to. I was expecting the pip when Mr. Edmund Kean unzipped himself and let his jeans fall to the floor. He was still wearing briefs and he took a step finisher 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 grow under my ministrations. Now it was straining against the fabric of the Jockey shorts so I pulled the elastic down and let his tool spring out. It was magnificent. It looked like It could belong to one of those Greek statues. It was at least 8 inches long and very slurred, curving slightly upward before tapering off to a circumcised mushroom pass. My head was column inch away from it and I was leaning forward to get licking the putz when Mr. Kean pulled back.

"I want you to beg for my shaft"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 gross tool, afraid he was going to put it away. Instead Mr. Kean barked a laugh and took out his phone again. He brought up the flick he took of me early and handed me the phone.

'' Delete the photograph, and we can pretend like this never happened, but you'll never get to suck my cock and palpate me cum in your sass"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 further encouragement and immediately put the head in my mouth. It felt aright, to be on my knees servicing a man, and I could finger blood rushing to my shaft again. I looked up and Mr. Edmund Kean was taking another mental picture of me, this prison term with his cock in my lip. I looked up at him as he took the picture with my mouthpiece wax of cock. I was able-bodied to get about half his cock down my throat and began bobbing my school principal back and Forth River. Suddenly Mr. Kean pushed me back forcefully so I was pushed against the rampart and began thrusting in and out of my mouth.

"Just relax, and let dad 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 little, but that only made his putz slicker with spit. Soon his chunk were pressing up against my chin and my olfactory organ was buried in hair with every stroke. His cerebrovascular accident became more erratic and he began to grunt. I knew he was about to cum, and was still unprepared for the waterspout he unleashed in my back talk. I felt his cock spurt with each jabbing and I began to spit out on cum as he pulled his stopcock out to land up his orgasm on my face.

"estimable girl,"He said,"we'll Blackbeard you how to swallow next time ”.

With that, he walked out. I jerked off again, attempted to clean up, and went domicile. The future week I was cast to a fille role. Mr. Kean said I was perfective for the use, and that was that. Later that hebdomad, I found a greenback in my storage locker telling me to get a wax for all my hair 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 scene in the play during which I have a farseeing oral presentation part. Mr. Kean kept telling me that I needed to gain my voice go higher, but I just couldn't do it. After a few tries, he finally told me to last out after class today for some private voice example. My cock immediately sprung up and I have to admit I was excited to express off my newly hairless consistency. I also couldn't stop picturing his big meaty member. I waited after class as I was told, still in costume as a girl all over with make-up. I walked up to Mr. Edmund Kean office and knocked tentatively.

"Come in"said a part from inside.

I did, and walked into Mr. Edmund Kean office. I had never been here before. There were some posters for various productions and swordplay, 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 schools budget. Mr. Edmund Kean sat behind it in an armchair with a hungry expression in his eye. He was wearing a White River 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 theatrical 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 often of a girly little loose woman you are ”.

If I wasn't completely arduous before, I sure was now. I nodded at him and was about to babble out again when he cut me off"come over here and strike a seat ”, he said, patting his genu. 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 finisher to him. I couldn't help but notice the bulge pressing between my impertinence and I began to coil my hips a trivial bit. Mr. Edmund Kean softly moaned and began pulling up my clothes around my waist. Next, he pulled my little rock hard cock out of my step-in and fit one turgid fist over my whole erection and began to quickly resonate his fist back and forth, sending waves of my joy through my body.

"You like it when daddy itch your little clit, don't you ?"he whispered in my ear. I mumbled that I loved it. Soon, I could experience myself getting quick 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 dada"I heard him say as I blasted my onus into his hand.

"rent your panty 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 slip out of my panties and next kneel inbetween his legs. I unbuckled his pants and pulled them around his waist, revealing the same style of briefs that he was wearing before and that splendid cock straining to be free. I obliged it and pulled down the elastic, once again in awe in presence of such a massive and perfectly shaped cock. I immediately reached forward with my mouthpiece to begin my work but I had only managed to get the tip in when I felt his strong arms reach under my armpits and plagiarize me onto his lap, facing him.

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

I felt his aright hand reach around me and set about rubbing my yap with something wet and a little sticky. I realized he was lubing my mess with my own cum. The realization made my putz develop hard again and I leaned a trivial encourage into Mr.Kean, allowing his probing hand better approach to my hole. My growing dick was not lost on him.

"You like it when Daddy plays with your little twat, don't you ?"

"Mmhmm"I moaned in response.

Suddenly he hoisted me a little higher and positioned his cock at the entrance to my shit. I was excited and terrified. Slowly he began to push against me. I could sense his severe member, both hard and business firm, but also soft pushing slowly into me. I gasped a little as the head word slipped past times my doughnut. He smiled and gave my ass a playful slap, the vibrations feeling fantastic in my ass. Now I was the one applying imperativeness as I slowly sank deeper onto his pecker. It felt strange, but also wonderful to be this full. The cobbler's last few inch started to bruise and instead of taking the hale matter I began to bounce up and down slowly. The feeling was untellable and I was lost in my lust and pleasure, still bouncing up and down on ¾ of his huge hammer. I felt his sleeve on my shoulder joint applying pressure and pushing me deeper on each down cam stroke. It hurt a short, but it also felt incredibly good to be so good and going cryptic on each bounce. I was lost in the whizz when suddenly his hands pushed me down harder than before and I squealed a niggling in pain in the neck as I slid down the shoemaker's last column inch of his cock all at once. Mr.Kean smiled at me.

"Now you sound like a good little slut. I knew you could do it"He said. I felt myself blush a little. He reached out and moved aside my trivial hawkshaw, 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 orgasm beginning to construct. No one was touching my shaft, but the tactual sensation of sliding up and down Mr. Edmund Kean big perch was going to score me cum.

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

"Go ahead. Use my big pecker to cum"He replied.

With his permission, I started bucking more erratically and pushing my ass down hard. My sexual climax was like a wave breaking. I don't sleep together how foresightful it lasted but it was easily the longest orgasm I've ever had. I moaned and collapsed onto Mr. Edmund 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 sorry"I managed to say, still out of breath.

"I'm going to have intercourse you severely for that '' He growled.

With that, he lifted me up again and position me confront up onto his desk, with my pes over his shoulders. His cock never left me, and now it started to squeeze in and out.
I honestly thought I was going to cum again when his CVA became warm and his oink louder.

"consider it slut"he growled, and I needed to steady myself with my mitt 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 putz inside my ass for a beautiful few moments. Slowly, he pulled out and I felt the emptiness as his cock flopped out, still covered in cum. I turned around, got down on my knees, and began to puzzle out his still enormous pecker clean and jerk. Suddenly, I felt it nip. Was he getting hard again ? The view caused my own cock to twitch, and I began bobbing my head back and Forth River on his member in earnest ...