Introduction
"You can't fool me. I've studied people like you for years." Dale Kelly said to Jonathan.
His friend, Marsha, had convinced him that he could get away with sitting in on Miss Kelly's Anthropology class dressed as a coed. And, nobody seemed to guess who he really was.
Nobody but Miss Kelly, however. She had written several books on clothes, and cross dressing, and she was on to Jonathan's real ways.
She called him into her office after the class. There, she made him kneel down, onto his stockinged knees.
She spread her long legs apart, and bared her pussy for him. Then, Jonathan had to crawl toward her steaming cunt, and lick and suck her until she sighed with satisfaction.
"You lick my cunt like a good girl, Joan. Show me what a good girl you are." Miss Kelly said to Jonathan.
Afterwards, Jonathan would leave her office. Tears were making his black mascara stream down his cheeks.
The tip of his cock was wet inside his silky lace panties. One of his garters had come undone.
He stumbled along the halls, having seemed to have forgotten how to walk in his high heels. Then, Marsha saw him.
"What's the matter, Joan, sugar?" Marsha asked Jonathan.
"Miss Kelly was bitchy to me." Jonathan said to her.
"Never you mind your pretty little head. I tell you what, my mother always says to go buy a new hat or a new hair dye whenever you're down. Let's go shopping!" Marsha said to him.