I have always been really involved in theater. I don't act, and my specialisation is costumes and constitution. 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. Kean. He was a big guy, about 50 years old with blackamoor and Grey haircloth. At 6'4'’ and over 200lbs he cut an imposing figure.

Now, I have this minuscule thing that I've been doing. When I'm alone in the stuffing elbow room, which is often as I'm in charge of locking up every eventide, I dress up in the fille rig 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 things out. Okay, 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 dressing way that day in my backpack.

So, I put on a picayune dress and doll with a brace of pink panties that I found and got out my dildo. I usually lock the room access behind me, but in my excitement to get to the deed, I left it unlocked. I was a few minutes into my sitting, ready to cum but trying to take a shit it final a petty farseeing, when I got the mind of trying to cum in my own backtalk. The position I ended up assuming was with my stage pointing towards the roof propped up against a wall and resting on my upper back and cervix so that my cock was only an inch from my cheek and it left one hand free to crowd the dildo into my ass while the other deal stroked my cock. perfective, I thought. I was really into the moment when I heard the door exposed. I was furiously shoving the dildo into my ass with one hand and jerking off with the other, 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 panties holding my articulatio talocruralis 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 sack, took out his phone, and snapped a picture.

Suddenly I was enraged,

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

I must have looked pretty funny, dressed in a skirt with makeup and cum on my facial expression 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 stern gaze and said"that's no way for a trollop to talk 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 picture to everyone"he said, and I knew he had me."Now go down on my stopcock ”.

I kind of expected it at that tip, and with a somewhat faked defeated groan I got on my articulatio genus in front of him.

"commodity girl, I didn't even need to tell you to kneel"Mr. Kean said. I realized he was right, and blushed a little. The idea of playing with another man's cock had come up in my fantasies and I had kind of want to but I never seriously considered it. Now I would get to. I was expecting the speculative when Mr. Kean unzipped himself and let his jeans fall to the floor. He was still wearing brief and he took a footmark finisher to me. I could see the abstract 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 pliant down and let his cock springtime 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 thick, curving slightly upward before tapering off to a circumcised mushroom fountainhead. My head was inches away from it and I was leaning forward to start licking the shaft when Mr. Kean pulled back.

"I want you to beg for my cock"he said. In a sudden exclaiming 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 jest and took out his phone again. He brought up the picture show he took of me originally and handed me the phone.

'' Delete the photo, and we can affect like this never happened, but you'll never get to suck my dick and feel me cum in your sass"Mr. Kean said.

I knew what I wanted, and I leaned over so Mr. Edmund Kean cock was resting on my nozzle and took a selfie, handing the phone back to my new daddy.
Mr. Kean's grin broadened as he saw what I did."May I suck dada'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 proper, to be on my knee joint servicing a man, and I could feel blood rushing to my dick again. I looked up and Mr. Kean was taking another scene of me, this meter with his cock in my mouth. I looked up at him as he took the picture with my mouthpiece full of cock. I was able-bodied to get about half his cock down my throat and began bobbing my point back and Forth. Suddenly Mr. Kean pushed me back forcefully so I was pushed against the bulwark and began thrusting in and out of my mouth.

"Just relax, and let daddy eff 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 niggling, but that only made his cock slicker with saliva. Soon his balls were pressing up against my chin and my nozzle was buried in hair with every slash. His cerebrovascular accident 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 rima oris. I felt his cock spurt with each thrust and I began to sputter on cum as he pulled his cock out to finish his orgasm on my face.

"good miss,"He said,"we'll Teach you how to live with next time ”.

With that, he walked out. I jerked off again, attempted to pick up, and went home. The future week I was cast to a girls role. Mr. Kean said I was perfect for the part, and that was that. Later that calendar week, I found a government note in my locker telling me to get a wax for all my hairsbreadth waist down. My body was already almost hairless, but I liked the thought. It hurt like hell getting full, but damn did I ever look sexy in the mirror afterwards. On Monday, we were rehearsing a scenery in the free rein during which I have a long speaking role. Mr. Kean kept telling me that I needed to piddle my voice go higher, but I just couldn't do it. After a few attempt, he finally told me to stay after course of instruction today for some common soldier vocalisation lessons. My cock immediately sprung up and I have to include I was excited to show off my newly hairless body. I also couldn't stop picturing his big meaty extremity. I waited after stratum as I was told, still in costume as a young woman complete with make-up. I walked up to Mr. Kean office and knocked tentatively.

"Come in"said a part from inside.

I did, and walked into Mr. Keans position. I had never been here before. There were some posters for various output and drama, 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 schooling 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 bleak pants. 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 dissent but he waved me off and I fell silent.

"right now, I'm going to learn you how a lot of a girly picayune trollop you are ”.

If I wasn't completely hard before, I sure was now. I nodded at him and was about to blab again when he cut me off"seminal fluid over here and film a buns ”, he said, patting his knee. I began to do as I was told and walked over to him, turning around and sitting on his second joint. Immediately, I felt arms around my waist pull me in finisher to him. I couldn't assistant but notice the bulge pressing between my cheek and I began to gyrate my hips a little bit. Mr. Kean softly moaned and began pulling up my dress around my waist. next, he pulled my small rock music firmly cock out of my panties and fit one large fist over my unscathed 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 clit, don't you ?"he whispered in my ear. I mumbled that I loved it. Soon, I could feel myself getting prepare 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 daddy"I heard him say as I blasted my load into his hand.

"deal your step-in 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 slip out of my panties and next kneeling inbetween his legs. I unbuckled his pants and pulled them around his waist, revealing the Lapplander style of legal brief that he was wearing before and that splendiferous cock straining to be free. I obliged it and pulled down the rubber band, once again in awe in front of such a massive and perfectly shaped rooster. I immediately reached forward with my mouth to begin my work but I had only managed to get the tip in when I felt his unattackable arms stretch under my armpit and lift me onto his lap, facing him.

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

I felt his rightfulness deal reach around me and set out rubbing my hole with something wet and a fiddling steamy. I realized he was lubing my hole with my own cum. The fruition made my dick grow hard again and I leaned a little further into Mr.Kean, allowing his probing hand better access to my pickle. My growing cock was not lost on him.

"You like it when Daddy plays with your fiddling pussy, don't you ?"

"Mmhmm"I moaned in response.

Suddenly he hoisted me a little higher and positioned his cock at the entryway to my asshole. I was excited and terrified. Slowly he began to advertise against me. I could feel his hard member, both firm and house, but also flaccid pushing slowly into me. I gasped a small as the foreland slipped past my halo. He smiled and gave my ass a playful slap, the vibrations feeling fantastic in my ass. Now I was the one applying pressure as I slowly sank deeper onto his stopcock. It felt strange, but also marvellous to be this entire. The finis few inches started to hurt and instead of taking the whole affair I began to bounce up and down slowly. The notion was indescribable and I was lost in my lecherousness and pleasure, still bouncing up and down on ¾ of his Brobdingnagian stopcock. I felt his arms on my shoulder joint applying pressure and pushing me recondite on each down stroke. It hurt a little, but it also felt incredibly good to be so to the full and going deeper on each bounce. I was lost in the sensation when suddenly his hands pushed me down harder than before and I squealed a petty in annoyance as I slid down the finally inch of his cock all at once. Mr.Kean smiled at me.

"Now you sound like a dependable minuscule slut. I knew you could do it"He said. I felt myself blush a small. He reached out and moved aside my little shaft, still hard as a rock, to testify that I was completely impaled on his cock. I felt proud, and I started my rhythmic bounce again. Soon I felt my climax beginning to build. No one was touching my cock, 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 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 farsighted it lasted but it was easily the longest orgasm I've ever had. I moaned and collapsed onto Mr. Keans 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 fuck you hard for that '' He growled.

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

"Take it slut"he growled, and I needed to steady myself with my work force 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 mo. Slowly, he pulled out and I felt the vanity as his hammer flopped out, still covered in cum. I turned around, got down on my knee, and began to clobber his still enormous putz clean. Suddenly, I felt it jerk. Was he getting hard again ? The thought caused my own stopcock to nip, and I began bobbing my fountainhead back and forth on his member in earnest ...