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 yr old and met my new theatre prof, Mr. Kean. He was a big guy, about 50 geezerhood old with black and grey hair. At 6'4'’ and over 200lbs he cut an imposing figure.

Now, I have this petty affair 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 evening, I dress up in the girls outfits and rub one out. What's the injury, 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 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 dress and skirt with a pair of 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, I left it unlocked. I was a few minutes into my sitting, ready to cum but trying to make it net a minuscule tenacious, when I got the mind of trying to cum in my own mouth. The situation I ended up assuming was with my legs pointing towards the ceiling propped up against a wall and resting on my upper back and neck so that my prick was only an column inch from my face and it left one script free to push the dildo into my ass while the other hired man stroked my peter. perfect, I thought. I was really into the bit when I heard the door open. 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 room access, 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 doll with a pair of garden pink step-in holding my ankles together, a dildo up my uncovered ass, and cum all over my face. I was stunned, and I didn't move an inch. Suddenly Mr. Edmund Kean reached into his pouch, took out his telephone set, and snapped a picture.

Suddenly I was enraged,

"What the fucking ? !"I said in my deepest and to the highest degree intimidating voice possible as I righted myself.

I must get looked pretty funny, dressed in a skirt with makeup and cum on my face and pulling a dildo out of my ass. Mr. Kean thought so, and he laughed a minuscule at my exclamation. Then he looked at me with a posterior gaze and said"that's no way for a slut to tattle to her daddy ”.

"WHAT THE FUCK ? !"I said, this time the electric shock of what he said background 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 suckle 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.

"Good girl, I didn't even need to tell you to kneel"Mr. Edmund Kean said. I realized he was right, and blushed a slight. The idea of playing with another man's pecker had come up in my fancy and I had kind of need to but I never seriously considered it. Now I would have to. I was expecting the big when Mr. Kean unzipped himself and let his denim 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 pecker and I reached out to rub it. I gasped a bit as I felt it starting to grow under my succor. Now it was straining against the fabric of the legal brief so I pulled the pliant Down and let his hammer spring out. It was magnificent. It looked like It could belong to one of those Hellenic statues. It was at least 8 in long and very thick, curving slightly upward before tapering off to a circumcised mushroom mind. My point was in 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 pecker"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 stopcock, afraid he was going to put it away. Instead Mr. Edmund Kean barked a laugh and took out his headphone again. He brought up the video he took of me earlier and handed me the phone.

'' Delete the photo, and we can profess like this never happened, but you'll never get to suck my peter and finger me cum in your oral cavity"Mr. Kean said.

I knew what I wanted, and I leaned over so Mr. Kean cock was resting on my nozzle and took a selfie, handing the headphone back to my new daddy.
Mr. Kean's smile broadened as he saw what I did."May I suck daddy's stopcock now ?"I asked, trying to be sexy.

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

I needed no boost encouragement and immediately put the mind in my mouth. It felt right-hand, to be on my knees servicing a man, and I could feel blood rushing to my dick again. I looked up and Mr. Kean was taking another picture of me, this time with his rooster in my sassing. I looked up at him as he took the photo with my talk wax of putz. I was capable to get about half his rooster down my throat and began bobbing my head 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 papa be intimate 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 beguiler with saliva. Soon his balls were pressing up against my chin and my nose was buried in fuzz with every stroke. His strokes 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 lip. I felt his prick spurt with each knife thrust and I began to spit out on cum as he pulled his stopcock out to finish his orgasm on my face.

"right girlfriend,"He said,"we'll Thatch you how to swallow up future time ”.

With that, he walked out. I jerked off again, attempted to clean up, and went nursing home. The next week I was cast to a miss role. Mr. Kean said I was staring for the use, and that was that. Later that week, I found a bill 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 Hades 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 longsighted speaking section. Mr. Edmund Kean kept telling me that I needed to make my phonation go higher, but I just couldn't do it. After a few effort, he finally told me to stay after course of study today for some private vox lessons. My cock immediately sprung up and I have to intromit I was excited to picture off my newly hairless body. I also couldn't stop picturing his big meaty member. I waited after class as I was told, still in costume as a girl complete with war paint. I walked up to Mr. Keans bureau and knocked tentatively.

"Come in"said a voice from inside.

I did, and walked into Mr. Keans authority. I had never been here before. There were some bill poster for diverse productions and dramatic play, some signed and others not. Directly in presence 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 expression in his eye. He was wearing a white button-up shirt and lightlessness 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 wing now, I'm going to instruct you how much of a girly little slut you are ”.

If I wasn't completely laborious before, I sure was now. I nodded at him and was about to lecture again when he cut me off"come over here and take a butt ”, 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 me in finisher to him. I couldn't help but notice the hump pressing between my impertinence and I began to spiral my articulatio coxae a footling bit. Mr. Edmund Kean softly moaned and began pulling up my attire around my waist. succeeding, he pulled my little rock hard cock out of my step-in and fit one large fist over my all erection and began to quickly thrill his fist back and forth, sending waves of my pleasure through my body.

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

"cum for dada"I heard him say as I blasted my warhead into his hand.

"Take your panties off, and get my pecker out"He said as I was panting and recovering from my orgasm

I did as he was told, standing up to slide out of my panties and next kneeling inbetween his leg. I unbuckled his pants and pulled them around his shank, revealing the same style of briefs that he was wearing before and that glorious turncock straining to be free. I obliged it and pulled down the elastic, once again in awe in front of such a monolithic and perfectly shaped putz. I immediately reached forward with my mouth to set out my oeuvre but I had only managed to get the tip in when I felt his secure arms reach under my axillary fossa and lift me onto his lap, facing him.

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

I felt his redress hand reach around me and begin rubbing my hole with something wet and a niggling gummy. I realized he was lubing my hole with my own cum. The realisation made my cock grow hard again and I leaned a little further into Mr.Kean, allowing his probing hand better memory access to my pickle. My growing cock was not lost on him.

"You like it when Daddy plays with your small snatch, don't you ?"

"Mmhmm"I moaned in response.

Suddenly he hoisted me a lilliputian 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 feel his punishing extremity, both strong and business firm, but also diffused pushing slowly into me. I gasped a short as the head slipped past times my anchor ring. He smiled and gave my ass a playful slap, the vibrations feeling rattling in my ass. Now I was the one applying force per unit area as I slowly sank deeper onto his cock. It felt strange, but also wonderful to be this full. The close few inches started to hurt and instead of taking the whole affair I began to take a hop up and down slowly. The smell was ineffable and I was lost in my lustfulness and pleasance, still bouncing up and down on ¾ of his huge cock. I felt his arm on my shoulders applying atmospheric pressure and pushing me deeper on each down stroke. It hurt a little, but it also felt incredibly good to be so to the full and going bass on each bounce. I was lost in the sense impression when suddenly his work force pushed me down harder than before and I squealed a niggling in hurting as I slid down the last in of his putz 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 crimson a petty. He reached out and moved aside my little dick, still hard as a careen, to depict that I was completely impaled on his turncock. I felt proud, and I started my rhythmic bounce again. Soon I felt my climax beginning to construct. No one was touching my cock, but the feeling of sliding up and down Mr. Kean big pole was going to take a crap 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 yearn it lasted but it was easily the foresighted climax I've ever had. I moaned and collapsed onto Mr. Kean chest.

"darn 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 onto his desk, with my infantry 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 grunts louder.

"accept it slut"he growled, and I needed to brace myself with my hands 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 rooster inside my ass for a beautiful few import. Slowly, he pulled out and I felt the emptiness as his hammer flopped out, still covered in cum. I turned around, got down on my articulatio genus, and began to lick his still enormous peter clean and jerk. Suddenly, I felt it jerk. Was he getting hard again ? The thought caused my own cock to twinge, and I began bobbing my forefront back and forth on his member in earnest ...