Workouts with My P E Coach
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When I was young I was told I could be a cheerleader. I jumped at the prospects and became one of the “popular girls” at school. I was always practising my cheers and even helped pick the new girls for the team.
Of course, being a teenager and a cheerleader, it meant that I partake in some activities that helped me assimilate into the squad. I also got to help the new girls on the team assimilate. Suffice to say, by the time I turned eighteen, I was a confirmed lesbian.
I loved being a lesbian, eating pussy was one of my favourite pastimes. Many of my peers in school looked at me in disgust but I didn’t care. By the time I had finished school and went to college, I was in my peak athletic condition and the college took no time in putting me into the college cheerleading squad.
That was when I met the coach. She was a woman in her early forties, and from the first minute, she made a huge impression on me.
There were twelve of us girls standing in the school gym, we were all waiting for our new coach. She walked in, she looked amazing in tight joggers and a T-shirt. She didn’t even bother wearing shoes.
“Ladies, I am coach Lisa, I will be your mistress and your queen for the next two or three years. Everything I say will be followed to the letter, or you will be punished.” She paused for effect. “How many of you have a problem with that? If you do, leave now… okay. Right, I have a very hands-on approach, I warn you that I may touch or even spank you when I get upset. If that scares you, leave. The door is open for approximately two minutes. After that, the door is locked and you are all mine.”
She walked up and down, eyes each girl up. I watched as a few of the girls left, one looked scared out of her mind. Coach smiled, she walked over to a table and placed some papers on the desk. She then places pens and told us to sign the paper.
Glancing at the paper I could see it was a contract of discretion. I had a funny feeling that things were not going to be like high school. I watched as all the girls signed and then went back to the place they had been standing before.
Coach walked over to the doors and locked them and then walked back in front of us.
“Girls, cheerleading is all about teamwork, and teamwork is about trust. That is why I made you sign the letter, it means that anything we do or say, does not leave this room. Okay, so trust is an important thing about teamwork and especially cheerleading. I trust you girls, that’s why I’m going to do this.”
To my utter shock, I watched as she pulled her T-shirt over her head, revealing a pair of fantastic natural breasts. To make things even better, well better for me as a lesbian, she pushed down her joggers to show off and smooth crotch.
“Okay girls, I am naked for you to see. Now show me what you got.”
I guess some of the girls were reluctant, I wasn’t. I was naked in a flash, sliding my hand over the little tuft of a landing strip I had on my crotch. I watched as coach walked passed us, eyeing us up one by one. As she walked up behind us checking out our asses, I felt her hand graze over my buttocks. The thrill of it made my pussy gush.
“Girls, go hit the showers and get changed into your PT gear.” I felt her hand firmly cup my ass. “Not you, you stay right here.”
I watched all the girls run half excited, or half scared into the shower room. Coach Lisa pulled me around by my arm and cupped my crotch firmly. I felt two fingers slide right up inside me, making groan and gasp. She looked me right in the eyes and without blinking started to fuck my pussy with her fingers.
“I know many girls like you, you’re the little slut that will just shake your ass and expect to get everything, aren’t you? You stripped off far too quickly. Are you a lesbian? Do you like pussy as much as I do? Well, here is a deal for you little girl, I will be your mistress, I mean that in the literal sense. I will do things and say things to you, and if you don’t obey me, you will be punished.”
All the time she spoke to me in a smooth, calm tone as her fingers worked on my pussy. I just stood there whimpering as she had her way with me. I was enjoying it.
“Is that clear?” she growled in an undertone.
“Yes,” I whimpered.
Her spare hand grabbed my throat and she growled at me again.
“You will answer me as Mistress. I am your mistress, and don’t you forget it.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
She smiled and gave me a peck on the lips. It was all too much for me and my orgasm shook me to the core, making my legs buckle beneath me. Just as I fell to the ground, her fingers slipped from my pussy, leaving a trail of my juices between us. I heard a gasp behind me to see the girls coming back in the room.
Mistress Lisa looked down at me and smiled.
“Go have the shower and come back dressed for a workout, we will talk more about this later.”
I walked past the girls to the showers, them all giving quizzical looks.
In the shower, I got to examine how puffed up my pussy was. Damn that woman made me so horny. I knew she would be a dominant woman and it was college after all. I wanted her and would do anything she wanted me to in order to be with her.
I washed thoroughly and changed into the college cheerleading uniform that was set aside for me. I didn’t bother putting on the panties, in the hoped that my mistress would like easy access to me.
The class went along like nothing had happened, the coach had put on her gym clothes again by the time I came out and she seemed to ignore me most of the lesson. By the end of the lesson, I was feeling a bit dejected but was overjoyed when she called my name again when we were going to leave the class.
Once again, her hand slid between my legs, this time only to slide along my slit.
“You filthy little slut. You didn’t even bother to wear panties; do you know how unhygienic that is? Tonight, I want you to come to my home at exactly seven thirty, no earlier, no later. Just wear a long coat, you won’t need anything else.”
With that, she took her hand from my crotch and walked over to the table. She scribbled something on a piece of paper and folded it up. To my shock, she walked over to me and shoved the paper right up inside my pussy.
“You had better not take that out till you leave the gym.”
She gave me a light slap on the face and turned away. I slowly walked out the gym and pulled the paper from my cunt. Unfolding it, I saw it was an address. My heart skipped a beat as I quickly got changed and left the building. I would have to find a long coat.
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I spent the rest of my day in classes and then relaxing. I knew the inevitable would come and I had to psych myself up for it. I watched some videos of BDSM online and knew what she would do to me. She wouldn’t be too harsh on me, well not right away. I was actually getting quite turned on by it. To have another woman fully control me, make me their slave, even degrade me, it got me so wet.
I got a long coat from my friend and after a long, hot bath, made my way to coach Lisa’s home. I arrived a minute or two early, so I waited till my phone blinked over to seven thirty before I rang the bell.
She answered the phone and looking at her made me cream right away. She looked amazing. She was wearing a black lace teddy with matching stocking. I could clearly see her body and I got wet from the first second.
Without saying a word, she pulled me into her house and led me upstairs. We walked into a large cosy bedroom where she pushed me to the floor. I stayed put, scared to move as she moved around the room. I kept my head down and looked at the floor as I presumed was expected of me.
“Take off your coat and look up at me.”
I did as I was told and as I looked up at her I could see what a goddess she really was. Besides for being extremely toned, she had great muscles. As I looked up at her, she slipped something around my neck, it felt like a pet collar.
“When you come here, to my house, you will always wear this collar. It is a sign that you are mine, to do with as I wish. I will be setting a few rules for you. One, at all times you will be on your knees or all fours. If I tell you to go somewhere, you will crawl. The only time you will be allowed to stand is when I tell you too, generally for punishment. Two, like I told you earlier, you will always address me as Mistress."
She continued, "In school, you will be allowed to call me coach. Three, when I call you, you come running. Even if I just want you to scratch my back, you will drop what you are doing, whatever you are doing, and come to me. Four, you will not date. I cannot be served properly if you are mentally occupied by other boys or girls. Don’t worry, I will make love to you every so often. If you need to have sex, ask me nicely, I may just be in the mood to let you cum for me. Okay, follow me.”
I watched her start to walk past me. I turned around and saw what I thought was a closet, was, in fact, a walk in BDSM room. She had what I found out later to be called the St. Andrews cross. By the collar, she pulled me to my feet and pushed me against the wooden frame. She buckled my hands and legs and stood back to look at me.
“Beautiful, try and move. You can’t really, can you? Nice. Well, I think that in order to initiate you into my world, I will have to show you what happens if you disobey me. It’s more so you know not to get me upset. Well anyway, you need to be pushed at least once a month. It can’t always be about pleasure, can it?”
“Yes, mistress.”
She smiled at me. I knew the question was rhetorical, but I thought I’d say it anyway.
“Okay smart-ass, let us see how smart you are after this.”
She walked behind me and came back with a long, thin bamboo stick. For the first time, I was truly afraid. I watch her bend it with both her hand and then gave a makeshift whack through the air giving a swishing sound. She laughed as she looked at my face and gently tapped at my breasts with the tip of the stick.
Slowly she tapped at my body with the stick, working from my breasts down to my crotch. She seemed to know where would hurt me and where would please me. She hit harder on my inner thigh, the sting hurt like hell. Then she hit directly on my clit and I would get a sting of pain and then sheer pleasure.
She spent a good five minutes tapping and hitting me. I could see my body going red and could feel my pussy puffing up. She dropped the stick and walked over to me. Her hand traced my body, sliding a finger right over my quim. Her hand cupped my pussy and then she started to gently tap on my pussy with her open hand. Slowly she slapped my pussy harder and harder till she was slapping it with some force.
I cried in pain with each slap, which seemed to make her slap harder. Then she slapped my belly with her open hand and then slapped at my breasts. Her punishment hurt but still turned me on. I so wanted to touch her, just once. Feel her body warmth on mine. I wanted to be her sex slave, not just her punching bag.
She untied my hands and legs and led me over to her bed. She told me to lay back and I watched her undo the clasps of her teddy by her crotch. She climbed on top of me and lowered her amazing ass onto my face.
“Eat my ass. I want to feel that tongue deep inside my hole. If you don’t do a decent job I will suffocate you with my butt.”
Her ass was amazing, soft and round. She held open her ass for me as I started to lick and suck on her butthole. I could feel the weight of her body on my face and she started to grind her ass on me. I was enjoying it and knew she liked it too. Slowly I could feel her push her weight harder on my face, making it hard for me to breath. As I seemed to lose air from her ass cutting off my oxygen supply, she spoke to me.
“You are my best slut yet. I think I may keep you as my permanent slut.”
She seemed to stop, and lift off me. She lay flat on top of me and kissed me passionately, it was the first time she kissed me, and it made me drunk with desire for her. She held me close and we made out for ages. I never felt so loved in my life. Her body felt amazing on mine and all I could think about was loving her.
She rolled off me and made me roll onto my belly. She walked away from the bed and came back a minute later with a funny-shaped cushion. She told me to lay on the cushion that was shaped a bit like a triangle and pushed my ass into the air. I could feel her behind me and then felt her push something into my pussy. I knew what it was right away when she gripped my hips.
The strap-on was thick and long and she soon got into a rhythm of fucking me. She grabbed my hair and fucked me hard with her plastic cock. I groaned loudly and soon was cumming heavily. She didn’t seem to want to stop and just carried on pounding my pussy, making my body shake uncontrollably.
“That’s my little slut, cum for me. I’m going to keep fucking you till I feel satisfied. Then you are going to have to please me.”
I liked the sound of that, it was better than getting beaten. She carried on fucking me, grabbing my hair and pulling it as she fucked me. I screamed and groaned making fuck me harder. I could feel my orgasm wash over me, making me pant and bury my head in the bed. She seemed to enjoy it and pushed my head further into the bed.
“Yes, that’s my slut, cum for me, you lil' whore.”
She just continued to fuck me and then I felt some ice-cold liquid on my ass. I could tell what she was going to do. Before I could say anything and do anything to stop her, she pulled the strap-on from my pussy and slid it right up my ass.
I screamed in shock and pain, making coach laugh. She started to spank my ass as she fucked it. She seemed to fuck me for some time and I was soon delirious from it. By the time she pulled her “cock” from my ass I must have cum six or seven times. My body still shaking after she pulled away from me.
I couldn’t move properly, and she had to help me off the bed and help me to the floor on the side of the bed to calm down a bit. I watched as she sat on the edge of the bed and spread her legs in front of me. Open legs always mean the same thing to me and she didn’t have to tell me twice. All she had to do was say that one word.
“Eat.”
I leant forward and started to lick her pussy, it tasted as good as her ass. She seemed to calm down and just ran her hand through my hair as I licked and sucked on her quim. I could feel her body start to shake as my tongue slipped deep into her wet hole. She was gushing as much as I was. I could not help but think, being a submissive wasn’t so bad as long as I could spend time between my goddess’s legs.
Her fingers slid through my hair, massaging my scalp and I knew she was close to orgasm. Slowly, her body started to get more animated and her hands pulled my face deeper into her cunt. The thought that I was making her cum made me gush too, and soon we were cumming together, and I wasn’t even touching myself.
After a minute, after she came down from her orgasm, she pushed my head away. She pulled me to my feet and pulled me close to her. I was lying flat on top of her, our breasts pressed together, and our lips pressed together too. We made out slowly and softly, her hands scraping and scratching at my back. I didn’t mind, it was good to be with her.
We kissed for a while before she pushed me off her. And grabbed me by the arm. She led me to the bathroom where she turned on the taps and started to run the bath. We climbed in and she got me to wash her. It felt wonderful to slide my hand over her body, cupping and squeezing her breasts and touching her crotch. She let me have free reign over her and I couldn’t help but kiss and worship her in the bath.
We climbed out the bath and she dried us both off. She made me put my coat and shoes back on and sent me out. My collar was mine to keep and to make sure I wore it every time I came to her house.
As I walked home, I contemplated the situation. I wanted to be a good slut to my mistress and I had no problem with her beating me. In fact, I came to realise that I enjoyed it, it made me feel alive.
I loved my mistress, the coach.
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I had been teaching at a small midwest liberal arts college when I got a note that the athletic director wanted to talk to me. I had no idea what he wanted but I agreed to meet him in his office."Sit down George" he said."George, I noticed you were a stellar swimmer in college.""Yes, I was""We have a vacancy here for a coach. Are you interested?""I've never considered it.""Well as you know our school is small and we can't attract the big name coaches the major universities do. We don't pay a...
I’d been called to his office to discuss something. He was busy so he asked me to sit down. The chair was at his desk opposite him. I looked around as he finished what he was writing. It was then I noticed a partially covered picture on his desk of a hunky man, a light hairy chest and abs to die for. The trail of hair went down further but was obscured by some papers over the top. I was dead keen to see the rest, so tried to move the papers on top but they were being held in place by...
My name is Tina and I'm on the college basketball team. At 22 in college, I'm not quite the star, but also not just someone that stays out of the spotlight either. So after a while I made a small name for myself on the team, but I still didn't play as much as I would have liked to. I told my coach that I wanted to talk him, but he was busy and he said he would set time to the side for me at some point. He eventually did, but he set it for a weird time though. I was practicing late one Wednesday...
Straight SexIsobel Ford glanced back and forth from her stopwatch to the runners coming around the final curve. She started calling the times out to her assistant, who's own gaze was darting back and forth from her notebook to the numbers pinned on each runner's chest as the members of the girl's track team thundered down on them. For a moment, Isobel faltered, her attention drawn by the flashing long legs of the girl in the lead. Her long brunette hair, pulled into a ponytail, floated behind her in...
Durin the offseason Football was still taken pretty seriously at my school and the coaches highly encouraged us to get in the weight room as much as we could in order to get better for the next year. Our coach was a pretty strict and somewhat intimidating guy but as long as you stayed on his good side you had a pretty easy time. He was very muscular and close to his 50s but was in better shape then most 30 year olds! It was a team joke on how much he liked to pat us boys on the ass and tell us...
OK, so the honeymoon was over. That much was fairly obvious. I knew it would happen. I just didn't think it would happen quite so soon. We'd been married a little over a year—my second, Jake's first. I knew he loved me, and he was a wonderful father to my son, Michael. Jake just didn't seem that interested in sex anymore. No, strike that. He was interested in sex. He just wasn't interested in making love. "Well, what do you think the problem is, Carly?" My long-time client and friend,...
My P.E.coach, Coach Cocker, was a tall, handsome man. More than once when I saw him blow into his whistle, I wished he was blowing me. I was a seventeen-year-old tranny-in-training and I loved having a big handsome man sucking my dickie for me. So, it was only natural that I would want Coach Cocker sexually. I already liked flirting with him like the girls did. And I thought he liked me, too. Then, one day, I was walking in from the sports field toward the gym. I was wearing my sexy little gym...
On Tuesday night I went to a Masters Swim Squad training session. This was the second time I've gone along and I'm enjoying it. Most of the people are in their forties training for triathlons and I've been the youngest guy there both times. While I don't think I need much motivation to get me to the pool to do laps, the training is different to what I do when I train on my own.The first week I thought I was getting hit on by this married couple (guy and girl). They asked me to join them for a...
Daniel Henney was the most beautiful man I’d ever saw. He was 29 years old and I was 22. He was our swimming coach on the swim team at university. Daniel had the bronzed body of a Greek God, rippling stomach, and huge biceps. He looked more like a fitness instructor than a swimming coach. Let me introduce myself, my name’s Andy Davis. I grew up in North London but then got a swimming scholarship to transfer to the 'States where I am now in Los Angeles. Man, the men here are hot! You can...
Gay MaleThe first week I thought I was getting hit on by this married couple (guy and girl). They asked me to join them for a beer after training and I couldn't make it that first week but I did the second. They were hitting on me and we ended up back at their place. I've written about that on my blog which you can read (email me if you need the blog address or google Aussie Speedo Guy). What I want to tell you guys about is what happened on Thursday night. The coach for the Masters swimming...
On Tuesday night I went to a Masters Swim Squad training session. This was the second time I've gone along and I'm enjoying it. Most of the people are in their forties training for triathlons and I've been the youngest guy there both times. While I don't think I need much motivation to get me to the pool to do laps, the training is different to what I do when I train on my own.The first week I thought I was getting hit on by this married couple (guy and girl). They asked me to join them for...
On Tuesday night I went to a Masters Swim Squad training session. This was the second time I've gone along and I'm enjoying it. Most of the people are in their forties training for triathlons and I've been the youngest guy there both times. While I don't think I need much motivation to get me to the pool to do laps, the training is different to what I do when I train on my own.The first week I thought I was getting hit on by this married couple (guy and girl). They asked me to join them for...
Gay MaleSometimes it's amazing how one little things can lead to another. I was playing three handed pinnacle with some friends of mine for money one night and the subject turned to gymnastics. That's not so surprising, since I am a gymnastics coach, and I have a club in Taylor about 20 miles away. Anyway I had bid way over my head and was trying to salvage every point I could, and Sheryl was saying how much her daughter Jennifer would like to participate in gymnastics. I led a king of hearts...
The silky-haired brunette lowered the camera to her lap again. The woman had just lifted her head from her husband's lap, and it looked like they were talking. Now the passenger door opened. She had all but one picture she needed. Her hands trembled as she lifted the camera again, zooming in on her husband's car, waiting for the unknown bimbo to get out so she could identify her. A pair of long swung out and Maria snapped two more pictures from the 35mm Nikon as she turned, leaned in and blew...
I watched 16 yelling, screaming brats reducing to shambles the dribbling drill I had designed for them, and I asked myself how in the hell I got involved with coaching a boys’ soccer team. I don’t know shit about soccer. I should have been out drinking, and trying to get laid. Nobody but a dummy like me lets his “community oriented” boss talk me into coaching his son’s soccer team. We were two games into the season, and we’d lost both games badly. The k**s were playing with enthusiasm, but hey...
I watched 16 yelling, screaming brats reducing to shambles the dribbling drill I had designed for them, and I asked myself how in the hell I got involved with coaching a boys’ soccer team. I don’t know shit about soccer. I should have been out drinking, and trying to get laid. Nobody but a dummy like me lets his “community oriented” boss talk me into coaching his son’s soccer team.We were two games into the season, and we’d lost both games badly. The k**s were playing with enthusiasm, but...
He watched her, smiling to himself as she walked into the locker room to change for gym class and then glanced down at his phone again. She emerged in a pair of shorts that showed off her round ass beautifully and a tank top that hugged her perky tits. He tore his eyes away."Andrea, can I see you for a minute?"Her eyes flashed to him, surprised, as the football coach taught some gym classes but wasn't usually on hers.She nodded and came over. He motioned to her at his office door and she walked...
I was an only child and raised very sheltered and home schooled. I also had a minister for a grandfather who lived with us, so to say that I wasn't exposed to things of a sexual nature is an understatement. I knew there were things going on with my body but I just wasn't quite sure of what. Around the age of seventeen I signed up for a swim team; I had loved swimming from early in my life and I was quite good at it. It was also a way to get out from under the strict, watchful eye of my family....
Gay MaleOn Tuesday night I went to a Masters Swim Squad training session. This was the second time I’ve gone along and I’m enjoying it. Most of the people are in their forties training for triathlons and I’ve been the youngest guy there both times. While I don’t think I need much motivation to get me to the pool to do laps, the training is different to what I do when I train on my own. The first week I thought I was getting hit on by this married couple (guy and girl). They asked me to join them for a...
Coach Jim loved the end of practice, when all the mothers, the soccer moms, would show up to pick up their kids. They could often be seen arriving early and standing off to the side watching their kids at practice. This year, Jim's favorite Mom was Cindy. She was Amanda's mother. Amanda was one of the better players on the team, but it was her mother, Cindy, that Jim really cared about. Jim was absolutely proper with the players, they were just 10 year olds, and he taught them well. He was a...
The next morning I awoke to the smell of coffee brewing and the sound of eggs frying. I sleepily made my way to the kitchen to find that Kim had gotten up early and was making me breakfast. She greeted me with a kiss and said "I thought I would surprise you with a thank you breakfast." I told her that kiss alone was thanks enough. I sat down to a meal of eggs, bacon, toast and orange juice. After cleaning up the kitchen Kim and I went to the school to meet with the principal to discuss how...
“What’s wrong? What’s wrong?”Anthea looked up at her mum as she sat down at the dining table. “Nothing is wrong,” Anthea responded watching as her mum hurriedly dried her hands with a tea towel.“Is the baby okay? Are you okay? Is Jack okay?” she asked as her husband came into the room and pulled up a seat at the table.“We’re all fine Mum,” she responded exasperated with her mum’s anxiety. “I have something to tell you.”“Sit down Helen,” her dad snapped. “Give the lass a chance to speak.”Anthea...
I waited for the last player to come in before dismissing the team, "Great work. I'll see you Friday." I dragged two big bags across the ground—one filled with equipment and the other with soccer balls—towards the clubhouse. As usual, some of the mothers had stepped out of their cars to watch the session. I acknowledged their presence with a smile and waved them off. Ala Watts jogged over and grabbed one of the bags. Ala was one of the few friends that I made since moving state two...
She was more then thrilled. That’s putting it modestly. He was happy too. But Beth was feeling more then a little “overwhelmingly” emotional about it all. Soon her husband Jeff was going to be introduced that morning to the press, certain alumni, and a few boosters too as well as the nation. He was done in the bathroom. Now in a towel, and she knew what the ‘glory’ was which lie beneath it, Jeff walked out and over so he could put on his boxers. She looked at his body again. Beth smiled as she...