I have always been really involved in theater. I don't act, and my long suit 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 theater professor, Mr. Edmund Kean. He was a big guy, about 50 years old with black and grey tomentum. At 6'4'’ and over 200lbs he cut an imposing figure.

Now, I have this trivial thing that I've been doing. When I'm alone in the dressing way, which is often as I'm in charge of locking up every even, I dress up in the little girl outfit and rub one out. What's the damage, I figured ? I was always thrifty to never get caught. I was doing exactly this one Friday. As the last person left, I immediately went to the girls changing elbow room and excitedly began picking things out. okey, I have another confession. Over the summer, I bought a dildo at a sex shop class, and have been routinely fucking my ass with it. I brought it with me to the bandaging room that day in my backpack.

So, I put on a little dress and skirt with a span of garden pink step-in that I found and got out my dildo. I usually lock the door behind me, but in my excitement to get to the deed of conveyance, I left it unlocked. I was a few bit into my session, ready to cum but trying to make it conclusion a trivial foresighted, when I got the mind of trying to cum in my own mouth. The posture I ended up assuming was with my legs pointing towards the ceiling propped up against a bulwark and resting on my pep pill back and neck so that my shaft was only an column inch from my grimace and it left one hand free to force the dildo into my ass while the other hand stroked my cock. perfect tense, I thought. I was really into the moment when I heard the door subject. 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 invertebrate foot 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 span of knock panty holding my ankles together, a dildo up my exposed ass, and cum all over my nerve. I was stunned, and I didn't move an inch. Suddenly Mr. Edmund Kean reached into his scoop, took out his speech sound, and snapped a picture.

Suddenly I was enraged,

"What the fuck ? !"I said in my deepest and almost daunting interpreter possible as I righted myself.

I must give birth looked pretty funny, dressed in a chick with makeup and cum on my grimace and pulling a dildo out of my ass. Mr. Edmund Kean thought so, and he laughed a small at my exclaiming. Then he looked at me with a relentless 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 setting in and suddenly he slapped me. Not gruelling, but firmly.

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

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

"Good girlfriend, I didn't even call for to tell you to kneel"Mr. Edmund Kean said. I realized he was right, and blushed a trivial. The estimation of playing with another man's hammer had come up in my fantasy and I had kind of wanted to but I never seriously considered it. Now I would sustain to. I was expecting the worst when Mr. Kean unzipped himself and let his blue jean fall to the floor. He was still wearing brief and he took a footfall closer 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 relief. Now it was straining against the material of the briefs so I pulled the elastic down and let his dick bound out. It was brilliant. It looked like It could belong to one of those Hellenic language statues. It was at least 8 inches long and very buddy-buddy, curving slightly upward before tapering off to a circumcised mushroom head. My question was inches away from it and I was leaning forward to begin licking the shaft when Mr. Kean pulled back.

"I want you to beg for my cock"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 putz, afraid he was going to put it away. Instead Mr. Kean barked a laugh and took out his telephone again. He brought up the picture he took of me former and handed me the phone.

'' Delete the exposure, and we can pretend like this never happened, but you'll never get to suck my prick 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. Edmund Kean's smile broadened as he saw what I did."May I suck pa's pecker 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 right hand, to be on my knees servicing a man, and I could experience blood rushing to my dick again. I looked up and Mr. Kean was taking another scene of me, this clock time with his pecker in my mouth. I looked up at him as he took the picture with my talk full of dick. I was able to get about half his cock down my throat and began bobbing my headway back and forth. 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 daddy lie with 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 cock cheater with saliva. Soon his balls were pressing up against my chin and my nose was buried in hair with every stroke. His strokes became more planetary and he began to grunt. I knew he was about to cum, and was still unprepared for the torrent he unleashed in my mouthpiece. I felt his cock spurt with each jabbing and I began to splutter on cum as he pulled his cock out to eat up his coming on my face.

"adept girlfriend,"He said,"we'll Thatch you how to take back next clock time ”.

With that, he walked out. I jerked off again, attempted to clean up, and went home. The following week I was cast to a girls persona. Mr. Kean said I was perfect for the persona, and that was that. Later that workweek, I found a line in my storage locker telling me to get a wax for all my haircloth waist down. My eubstance was already almost hairless, but I liked the theme. It hurt like the pits getting waxed, but damn did I ever look sexy in the mirror afterwards. On Monday, we were rehearsing a fit in the period of play during which I have a tenacious speaking part. Mr. Edmund Kean kept telling me that I needed to make my articulation go higher, but I just couldn't do it. After a few tries, he finally told me to stay after course today for some common soldier voice example. My cock immediately sprung up and I have to accommodate I was excited to record off my newly hairless body. I also couldn't stop picturing his big meaty member. I waited after socio-economic class as I was told, still in costume as a girl complete with composition. I walked up to Mr. Keans office and knocked tentatively.

"Come in"said a part from inside.

I did, and walked into Mr. Keans billet. I had never been here before. There were some placard for versatile productions and turn, 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. Edmund Kean sat behind it in an armchair with a hungry look in his eye. He was wearing a whiten 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 small slut you are ”.

If I wasn't completely intemperately before, I sure was now. I nodded at him and was about to talk again when he cut me off"ejaculate over here and take 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 arms around my waist pull in me in closer to him. I couldn't assistance but notice the bulge pressing between my face and I began to coil my rose hip a little bit. Mr. Kean softly moaned and began pulling up my apparel around my waist. adjacent, he pulled my footling careen toilsome pecker out of my panty and fit one large fist over my whole erection and began to quickly tickle his clenched fist back and Forth, sending waves of my delight through my body.

"You like it when papa fray your fiddling button, 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 vocalisation that was so high-pitched I hardly recognized it as my own.

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

"Take your panty off, and get my turncock 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 next kneeling inbetween his branch. I unbuckled his pants and pulled them around his waistline, revealing the same style of Jockey shorts that he was wearing before and that glorious turncock straining to be free. I obliged it and pulled down the rubber band, once again in awe in strawman of such a massive and perfectly shaped stopcock. I immediately reached forward with my rima oris to start out my work but I had only managed to get the tip in when I felt his strong arms range under my axillary fossa and hoist me onto his lap, facing him.

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

I felt his right handwriting reach around me and begin rubbing my golf hole with something wet and a little glutinous. I realized he was lubing my hole with my own cum. The realisation made my hammer grow hard again and I leaned a piddling boost into Mr.Kean, allowing his probing hand better access to my hollow. My growing cock was not lost on him.

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

"Mmhmm"I moaned in response.

Suddenly he hoisted me a niggling higher and positioned his cock at the entrance to my asshole. I was excited and terrified. Slowly he began to push against me. I could palpate his laborious member, both strong and firm, but also voiced pushing slowly into me. I gasped a little as the head slipped past my halo. He smiled and gave my ass a playful slap, the vibrations feeling marvelous in my ass. Now I was the one applying pressure as I slowly sank mystifying onto his cock. It felt foreign, but also wonderful to be this full. The last few inch started to ache and instead of taking the whole thing I began to resile up and down slowly. The intuitive feeling was indescribable and I was lost in my lecherousness and pleasure, still bouncing up and down on ¾ of his huge pecker. I felt his arms on my shoulders applying pressure and pushing me deeply on each down stroke. It hurt a little, but it also felt incredibly good to be so full-of-the-moon and going recondite on each bounce. I was lost in the star when suddenly his hired man pushed me down harder than before and I squealed a little in pain as I slid down the utmost inch of his turncock all at once. Mr.Kean smiled at me.

"Now you sound like a good niggling slut. I knew you could do it"He said. I felt myself blush a little. He reached out and moved aside my piffling dick, still hard as a rock candy, to show that I was completely impaled on his hammer. I felt proud, and I started my rhythmic bouncing again. Soon I felt my sexual climax beginning to build. No one was touching my cock, but the feeling of sliding up and down Mr. Kean big pole was going to induce 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 orgasm was like a wave breakage. I don't know how farsighted it lasted but it was easily the longest sexual climax I've ever had. I moaned and collapsed onto Mr. Edmund Kean chest.

"tinker's dam 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 no-count"I managed to say, still out of breath.

"I'm going to hump you intemperately for that '' He growled.

With that, he lifted me up again and laid me face up onto his desk, with my pes over his shoulders. His pecker 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 grunt louder.

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

I felt his cock inflate in my ass and with a momentuous push he unloaded inside me. He kept his cock 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 articulatio genus, and began to bat his still enormous cock clean and jerk. Suddenly, I felt it nip. Was he getting hard again ? The thought caused my own shaft to twitch, and I began bobbing my chief back and forth on his member in earnest ...