I have always been really involved in dramaturgy. I don't act, and my speciality 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 prof, Mr. Kean. He was a big guy, about 50 years old with black and 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 way, which is often as I'm in rush of locking up every evening, I dress up in the girls kit and rub one out. What's the harm, I figured ? I was always heedful to never get caught. I was doing exactly this one Fri. As the terminal somebody left, I immediately went to the fille changing room and excitedly began picking things out. okay, I have another confession. Over the summertime, 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 dressing room that day in my backpack.

So, I put on a little dress and skirt with a couplet of pink step-in that I found and got out my dildo. I usually lock the room access behind me, but in my excitement to get to the title, I left it unlocked. I was a few minutes into my session, cook to cum but trying to take in it last a footling farsighted, when I got the musical theme of trying to cum in my own backtalk. The position I ended up assuming was with my legs pointing towards the cap propped up against a bulwark and resting on my speed back and cervix so that my cock was only an inch from my face and it left one hand free to tug the dildo into my ass while the other hand stroked my cock. perfective tense, I thought. I was really into the moment when I heard the door opened. I was furiously shoving the dildo into my ass with one hand and saccade off with the other, and suddenly Mr.Kean was in the doorway, only a few fundament 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 duad of rap scanty 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 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 vocalism potential as I righted myself.

I must have looked pretty funny, dressed in a dame with makeup and cum on my face and pulling a dildo out of my ass. Mr. Edmund Kean thought so, and he laughed a little at my exclaiming. Then he looked at me with a buttocks gaze and said"that's no way for a slut to sing to her daddy ”.

"WHAT THE FUCK ? !"I said, this sentence the stupor 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 depiction to everyone"he said, and I knew he had me."Now sop up my dick ”.

I variety of expected it at that point, and with a somewhat manipulate defeated groan I got on my knee joint in presence of him.

"Good girl, I didn't even require to tell you to kneel"Mr. Kean said. I realized he was right, and blushed a little. The thought of playing with another man's pecker had come up in my illusion and I had sort 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 jeans fall to the floor. He was still wearing brief 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 flexible down and let his cock springiness out. It was magnificent. It looked like It could go to one of those Greek statues. It was at to the lowest degree 8 inches long and very thick, curving slightly upward before tapering off to a circumcised mushroom head. My head was inch away from it and I was leaning forward to set about licking the cock when Mr. Kean pulled back.

"I want you to beg for my cock"he said. In a sudden exclamation of rebelliousness 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. Kean barked a joke and took out his speech sound again. He brought up the picture he took of me earlier and handed me the phone.

'' Delete the photo, and we can make believe like this never happened, but you'll never get to take in my cock and experience me cum in your rima oris"Mr. Kean said.

I knew what I wanted, and I leaned over so Mr. Edmund Kean cock was resting on my nose 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 daddy's cock now ?"I asked, trying to be sexy.

"Oh yeah, you've earned it baby"He replied.

I needed no promote encouragement and immediately put the head in my sass. It felt right, to be on my knees servicing a man, and I could feel blood rushing to my gumshoe again. I looked up and Mr. Kean was taking another film of me, this prison term with his putz in my backtalk. I looked up at him as he took the moving picture with my mouth to the full of stopcock. I was able to get about half his tool down my throat and began bobbing my fountainhead back and Forth River. 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 sleep with your lip"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 tool slicker with saliva. Soon his formal were pressing up against my Chin and my nose was buried in whisker with every stroke. His strokes became more mercurial and he began to grunt. I knew he was about to cum, and was still unprepared for the soaker he unleashed in my sass. I felt his hammer spurt with each thrust and I began to splutter on cum as he pulled his dick out to finish his sexual climax on my face.

"skillful girl,"He said,"we'll teach you how to immerse next time ”.

With that, he walked out. I jerked off again, attempted to clean up, and went home plate. The next week I was cast to a missy office. Mr. Kean said I was perfect for the role, and that was that. Later that week, I found a note in my footlocker telling me to get a wax for all my hair waist down. My organic structure was already almost hairless, but I liked the idea. It hurt like sin getting full, but damn did I ever look aphrodisiacal in the mirror afterwards. On Mon, we were rehearsing a shot in the play during which I have a long public speaking part. Mr. Kean kept telling me that I needed to pass water my interpreter go higher, but I just couldn't do it. After a few tries, he finally told me to last out after course of instruction today for some common soldier voice lesson. My prick immediately sprung up and I have to take on I was excited to show off my newly hairless body. I also couldn't stop picturing his big meaty member. I waited after division as I was told, still in costume as a miss complete with constitution. I walked up to Mr. Kean part and knocked tentatively.

"come in"said a voice from inside.

I did, and walked into Mr. Edmund Kean situation. I had never been here before. There were some posters for several yield and plays, some signed and others not. Directly in front of me was a big reddish brown desk. I remember thinking that desk certainly wasn't bought on the school day budget. Mr. Kean sat behind it in an armchair with a athirst spirit in his eye. He was wearing a white 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 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 slight slovenly woman 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"come over here and take 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 waistline pull me in closer to him. I couldn't helper but notice the gibbousness pressing between my cheeks and I began to spiral my coxa a little bit. Mr. Kean softly moaned and began pulling up my apparel around my waist. Next, he pulled my little rock hard cock out of my panties and fit one gravid fist over my whole erection and began to quickly vibrate his fist back and Forth, sending waves of my pleasance through my body.

"You like it when pa fret your lilliputian button, don't you ?"he whispered in my ear. I mumbled that I loved it. Soon, I could sense myself getting ready to cum and I yelped, saying"I'm gon na cum daddy !"in a vocalisation 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.

"Take your panties 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 shank, revealing the Saame vogue of brief that he was wearing before and that splendid rooster straining to be free. I obliged it and pulled down the pliable, once again in awe in figurehead of such a massive and perfectly shaped rooster. I immediately reached forward with my mouth to start out my piece of work but I had only managed to get the tip in when I felt his potent arms reach under my axillary cavity and lift me onto his lap, facing him.

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

I felt his right field hand reach around me and set out rubbing my hole with something wet and a little sticky. I realized he was lubing my hole with my own cum. The realization made my cock get hard again and I leaned a lilliputian advance into Mr.Kean, allowing his probing hand better access to my trap. My growing cock was not lost on him.

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

"Mmhmm"I moaned in response.

Suddenly he hoisted me a little higher and positioned his cock at the entry to my asshole. I was excited and terrified. Slowly he began to promote against me. I could feel his firmly member, both strong and firm, but also soft pushing slowly into me. I gasped a little as the head slipped preceding my hoop. He smiled and gave my ass a playful slap, the shakiness feeling fantastic in my ass. Now I was the one applying pressure as I slowly dip deeply onto his cock. It felt foreign, but also grand to be this wide. The close few inches started to hurt and instead of taking the unharmed thing I began to bounce up and down slowly. The intuitive feeling was indescribable and I was lost in my lust and pleasure, still bouncing up and down on ¾ of his huge cock. I felt his weapon system on my articulatio humeri applying pressure and pushing me inscrutable on each down stroke. It hurt a little, but it also felt incredibly good to be so full and going deeper on each bounce. I was lost in the sense when suddenly his hand pushed me down harder than before and I squealed a piffling in hurting as I slid down the endure inch of his tool all at once. Mr.Kean smiled at me.

"Now you sound like a good little strumpet. I knew you could do it"He said. I felt myself crimson a little. He reached out and moved aside my little pecker, still hard as a rock'n'roll, 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. Keans big pole was going to make me cum.

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

"Go ahead. Use my big hammer 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 break. I don't know how long it lasted but it was easily the longest orgasm I've ever had. I moaned and collapsed onto Mr. Keans 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 grim"I managed to say, still out of breath.

"I'm going to be intimate you hard for that '' He growled.

With that, he lifted me up again and repose me face up onto his desk, with my feet over his berm. His cock never left me, and now it started to pierce in and out.
I honestly thought I was going to cum again when his virgule became substantial and his grunts louder.

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

I felt his cock inflate in my ass and with a momentuous driving force 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 stopcock flopped out, still covered in cum. I turned around, got down on my knee joint, and began to lick his still enormous cock clean. Suddenly, I felt it twitch. Was he getting hard again ? The persuasion caused my own cock to flip, and I began bobbing my head teacher back and forth on his extremity in earnest ...