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Submitting To My Coach (rewritten) free porn video
My 8th grade boyfriend is the total opposite of him: immature, weak, and lacking confidence. Recently I haven’t been able to cum when we have been together, unless I fantasize about Mr. Johnson using his hands to excite me.
Coach and I have gotten used to chatting a bit in his office after each practice, and its always pretty flirty stuff and so much fun. After changing out of my cheer-leading outfit, I’m sitting in his office now, wearing my thin top (less a bra of course) and winter warm fleece lined elastic black leggings. It’s feels so intimate, just me and him.
“You’re getting to be really good at this sport. I think we should try and take this to the next level,” he says, and I blush wondering what he means.
“You really think so? That means so much, especially from you!” I reply.
“I worked you quite hard today . . . is your body feeling it?” he asks, running his eyes over me. While his eyes inspect my titties, I fantasize about holding my naked body up next to him.
“Um, yeah actually, I feel kind of tired.” I answer. My muscles are a bit fatigued, and with coach looking at me . . . my legs are feeling weaker.
“Okay, well, a massage can really help with that kind of thing. I’ll write you a note so you can get one up . . . front near the locker room,” he says and grabs a pen.
“Could . . . uh . . . you possibly do it . . . instead?” I ask and immediately realize how forward I’m being. He turns to look at me and suddenly . . . I panic. I continue:
“It’s just I don’t want some stranger’s hands all over me . . . I’d much rather it be you,” I admit. “Do you know how to give one?” I ask. He thinks for a second and puts the pen down.
“It’s been a little while, but yes, I do know how. Tell you what . . . if you’re ready, lay down here.” He gestures to the massage bed in his office and I’m lying on my stomach almost before he can finish his sentence. He presses his strong hands into my shoulder blades, firmly working the knots out with his fingers. A cute sigh slips out of my lips, but luckily he doesn’t stop. I love when a man treats me firmly. In fact, it feels like my boyfriend is always afraid of breaking me.
As coach’s fingers explore my shoulders and back . . . kneading my tired skin . . . I’m filled with tingles and it feels amazing. I can feel myself getting slightly wet down below, but there’s no way I can help with that, as I continue to feel his powerful hands squeeze my body. My phone buzzes and he pauses for a moment. I check it and I have a text from my boyfriend.
*When are you getting home? * says his message.
“Who is that?” Mr. Johnson asks while he resumes his almost orgasmic massage.
“My boyfriend. When is he going to learn . . . that being so needy . . . is a serious turn off?” I answer and start texting back.
*Coach is giving me a massage. It shouldn’t be too much longer.* I send the text and put my phone down on the side of the desk. I smile and focus on the massage. It feels like my body just melts in his grip. Each time I exhale, it’s sounding more and more like a soft moan. His hands slowly traverse down my back, leaving behind a trail of ecstasy. My heart-rate increases when I think he’s about to squeeze my butt, as his hands descend from the small of my back. But he stops just before doing so . . .and I sigh.
“It’s also important I massage your legs Missy. You’ve used them a lot today. Would that be okay?” he asks . . . in his sexy, commanding voice.
“Please feel free to do so. Your hands feel so . . . great on my body!” I reply in a cute, out-of-breath voice and he starts rubbing my calves . . . gradually climbing up my legs.
A deep sigh escapes my lungs when he starts squeezing my thighs, his fingers pressing into my sensitive skin is really turning me on, and my pussy is now begging to be touched. He keeps massaging my thighs, moving to the inside where it feels . . . you know, even better.
“Spread your legs,” he instructs. I’m so used to taking orders from my coach, I don’t hesitate . . . opening my legs for him. His hands explore higher and still higher up my inner thigh. Secretly . . . this is driving me crazy.
“You’re so wet . . . young lady,” he says and then runs a finger along my pussy lips through my leggings, making me moan in pleasure. I must have soaked through my second pair of panties and my leggings too. I just can’t control myself around Mr. Johnson.
“More!” I moan to him softly . . . needing his hands on my sensitive opening. He responds by again massaging my pussy lips . . . with his fingertips from behind.
“Do you like that?” he asks . . . as I squirm under the intense pleasure.
“Yes!!” I answer, now . . . sounding more like a slut. He keeps touching my drenched pussy as I try to suppress my moans. Then he takes his hand away and falls into his chair.
“Come sit here, Missy, and we’ll continue like this,” he tells me, and I obediently get up and sit on his lap, facing him. I lean in for a kiss . . . as his other hand slips down to my leggings and panties and I feel his fingers brush my bare pussy. My coach stares deep into my eyes while he rubs my soaked lips. I’m starting to feel a little light headed from his special touchings.
As I feel his fingertip start to push inside me, I swallow before letting out a shuddering moan. His index finger slides into my helplessly wet pussy with ease, and my sensitive hole squeezes him tight. He keeps opening me up slowly as he sinks more of his finger into me. All I can concentrate on . . . is how fucking good his finger feels deep inside me. I moan again, unable to hold back this time.
He curls his fingertip inside, pressing against my g-spot . . . then he begins pulling his finger back out of me. He keeps it slightly curled as it pushes its way through my warm insides. He straightens his index finger again. His finger penetrates me deeply inside again, and I lose it, my mouth hanging open while I moan loudly.
He curls his fingertip like before and slides out of me, watching my perky boobs rise and fall with my short, erratic breaths. He enters me again, this time with two fingers. He slowly buries them into my slutty pussy while I lose the ability to think straight. As his index and middle fingers bottom out inside me, my vision starts to almost hallucinate. My pussy gets even tighter, squeezing the life out of his fingers.
When his fingertips curl up against my g-spot again, my hands land against the muscular bicep of his arm.
“You make the cutest faces with my fingers inside your . . . pussy,” Mr. Johnson says to me. I again massage his strong bicep with both my hands. I love feeling how fit he is. My head is very foggy and even his fingers . . . just tracing my soaked pussy lips . . . feel amazing. My phone gets another notification, it’s a second text from my boyfriend. I look down to read it.
*Baby, I want to see you. I can give you a massage you’ll never forget ;)* Me and Mr. Johnson read the message and he smiles before sliding his fingers back into me again. I moan as he pushes them deep into my soft, warm insides. And then slowly, he grabs the sides of my leggings and pulls them AND my panties down to my ankles.
“Tell him I’m giving you a better massage, than he ever could,” instructs my coach as I pant and moan back to him in acceptance. I start typing:
*Sorry! His hands feel way too good . . . I’m going to be much longer. * I type back to my boyfriend and Mr. Johnson spreads his fingers apart slightly inside my pussy, stretching me. I send the message and my coaches hand begins to excite me even more.
“Good girl,” he whispers to me, bringing my head closer to his. I moan with my mouth hanging wide open and I feel my soaked pussy contract on his fingers.
He pulls me to him and kisses my open mouth, sucking my lips and tongue while my brain goes blank. My tight cunt is feeling so good, and I know he’s going to make me have an orgasm very soon.
“I’m close,” I moan to him . . . as his two fingers open and close deep inside me, stretching me more.
“That’s it, baby, tell me when you’re going to cum,” he coaches . . . and starts sliding his fingers in and out of me faster, making me go insane with lust.
“Oh, oh! I’m gonna cum!” I squeak through his grip. He keeps playing with my pussy but slides his fingers out when I’m right on the edge of my orgasm.
“Not yet, baby girl,” he tells me.
“Nooo! No, I need to cum, I’m so close!” I whine back at him.
“You’re not allowed to cum just yet,” he replies sternly. His fingertips brush my opening, tapping my pussy lips for a second, making me moan, but it’s not enough to let me finish.
“Please, I need it so bad, I’ll do anything!” I beg him, my pussy feels so needy. He thinks for a moment before replying.
“Take off your top so I can inspect those 14-year-old titties,” he commands. Without thinking I pull my thin top off and toss it to the floor. I grasp his hands and place them on my excited titties. Soon he is molding them with his fingers and soon after he has discovered my stiff nipples and elects to begin pinching them with his thumbs and index fingers. Again I get so excited, I am about to cum and he once again stops.
“So you will do anything, huh? OK, take a picture of your bare pussy on your phone,” he again commands. I grab my phone in a heartbeat and he slides two fingers deep into my drenched cunt. I take a few photos of his fingers inside me, and his hand covered in my juices. He pulls his fingers back out and starts rubbing my clit in small circles, and I know this is going to make me cum so hard.
“Now . . . send the picture to your boyfriend,” he continues, my brain is so focused on how good my clit feels . . . that it takes me a second to process it. My back arches and I moan loudly as my coach takes me right to the edge of cumming, and then stops.
“No, please! Please let me cum!” I protest while he teases my pussy very lightly, keeping me on the edge of having an orgasm as I twitch in front of him.
“Send the photo to your boyfriend, and I’ll let you cum,” he replies. I’ve never been this horny in my life. I know I just have to cum, no matter what. I press send, completely submitting to my coach.
“That’s my good girl,” he whispers and kisses my open mouth while rubbing my clit with one hand and pinching and twisting my buds with the other.
“You have a very pretty body, Missy,” he says moving his hands over my titties and again gently squeezing them. “Has your boyfriend ever seen you naked?” he asks.
“No,” I admit. But I was truly aroused that this man was the first to see me that way!
“Have you let him touch these beautiful breasts,” he asks, now tweaking my nipples with both hands. I pause in answering as I thoroughly enjoy his touches.
“A couple of times,” I confess. He considers my answer and slowly begins to pull down the zipper of his pants. He watches me stare . . . as his hand slips inside.
“Have you had a chance to touch his bare cock . . . before?” he asks. I cannot believe how excited I am right now.
“I have touched him . . . but like over his clothes,” I admit. Using his other hand . . . the one that has been rubbing my pussy . . . he unsnaps his belt . . . opens the top of his pants and slowly moves the head of his naked cock . . . out into the opening.
“So maybe, this is the first guys cock . . . you have ever seen . . . am I right?” he asks, beginning to wank on his shaft. Without answering . . . I realize I am thoroughly mesmerized as he adjusts his cock and soon displays its full length to my wild eyes. I just nod my head as I begin to fully inspect this man’s very stiff cock.
“Picture time . . . once again,” he says. “Get on your knees in front of me, right now,” he orders. Without hesitation I follow his command and as I adjust myself to a kneeling position directly in front of him, I realize at this level, I am within a few inches of this man’s very long and entirely naked and very rigid cock. I soon comprehend he has my phone in his hand and is aiming it towards my face.
“Stick out your tongue, Missy . . . and lick the head of my cock!” he again orders. I lean slightly forward and examining the purplish head in front of me, I slowly open my mouth and stick out my tongue. He snaps the picture, but then places his hand behind my head and moves me closer yet . . . inserting it inside my mouth. I am afraid I will hurt him with my teeth . . . so I cover them with my lips.
Again I hear a picture being taken. I love the soft texture of his cock head and lean forward even more. Soon his shaft is moving in and out of my tight lips. A third picture is taken and quite honestly . . . at this point . . . I don’t care. I just want to feel and taste this man’s cum . . . inside my mouth . . . and finally get off!
In and out Mr. Johnson’s cock enters and exits my mouth. I know by his moans that he loves it when I tighten my lips . . . so I continue to do so. Then he pauses, and makes the final announcement:
“In just a few seconds, I will take the final picture on your phone. . . and at that time I will be spraying your face and lips . . . with my hot cum. And then you will organize all of these pics and send them to your boyfriend. Do you understand?” I nod my head.
“Now before that happens, I must keep my promise. Come sit up here on my lap, and let’s see if I can send you to the moon,” he smiles. I urgently get up and sit sideways across his naked lap. Almost immediately he moves his hand to below my waist and in concentrated circles on my sensitive pussy and then my clit, he begins to rub, just as before. It only takes a few seconds as I can feel my orgasm approaching rapidly. My body starts shaking and I arch my back, all with his strong hand holding my neck.
“I’m cumming!” I scream in pleasure as he finally lets me finish. I shudder uncontrollably and close my eyes tight as he pushes two fingers inside me and holds them there, my pussy contracting on his digits. I soak my coach’s hand and let out moan after moan while I cum hard for him. As my orgasm fades, he lets go of my throat and slides his fingers out of my pussy. Exhausted and panting, I fall against him and he catches me, wrapping his big arms around me. Small shakes still run through my body, and as I recover I feel his hard, throbbing cock underneath me.
“My turn,” he says as he lifts me off his waist and back down onto the floor. I look up at his rigid cock, still glistening with my saliva . . . as it presents itself for my examination. He then picks up my cell phone, inspects it carefully, and flips on the video option.
“I know your boyfriend will love seeing a little movie, in addition to those naughty pics we have already shot. But lean over and let me whisper in your ear, how this is going to work." Before saying anything, he adjusts the angle so that it will encompass not only my face and titties, but his long shaft as well. As I listen, it turns out he doesn’t just want the video to just show him spraying my face, he wants me to beg him to do so. He stands up and begins to grasp his cock and slowly runs his fist up and down the long shaft.
“I have a surprise for you Missy. Can you guess what I am talking about?” He moves closer so that his cock is now within inches of my face.
“I think you are going to . . . shoot your stuff . . . out,” I say innocently.
“Tell me where you want me to shoot my jism,” he says.
“I want you to spray your hot slippery cum all over my face and then into my mouth. I can’t wait to taste it,” I say, raising my voice. In response he continues to wank on his cock, but he now lets the head rub over my cheeks, forehead and . . . begins to tease me by rubbing it over my moist pink lips.
“Pinch those nipples for me . . . my little slut,” he insists as he begins to jerk off much faster. I reach down and gladly find my buds and begin to pinch and twist them, just like I do at night under the covers. I look up at his face and it is now entirely red. And then it happens . . . the force of the opening rope of cum . . . blasts up against my lips . . . I open my mouth to catch it, but he is now shooting shot after shot . . . all over my face and into my blonde hair. I have to close my eyes, because the goo is streaming into them.
I keep my mouth open and it is slowly filled with his cock that continues to spray in little jerks, which I love! His shaft begins to shrink slightly, but I keep tightly closing my lips to add to his satisfaction. I can’t wait to look in a mirror, not to mention to send everything to Ian. I wonder whether he will be pissed . . . or will he use the video . . . to jack off with? Stay tuned for the next chapter to find out. -->
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