Page 18 of Dirty Coach To Go

Tessa

Iease his thick shaft into my mouth, trying my best to fit the large hunk of meat into my jaw. He grunts as his cock makes its way down my moist throat.

“Shit,” he says, panting as he entangles his fingers in my curls. I draw back, removing his engorged dick from my throat. My saliva drips down the shaft, making it as wet as my soaked cunt. His sugary skin tastes better than I expected, and I’m certain it has just become my new favorite treat.

I thrust my head forward, causing him to let out another grunt, this time louder. He grips my curly hair tighter, sending a sensational chill throughout my body. I must be doing this right because he seems to be enjoying every second of his cock hitting the back of my throat. A baritone moan escapes his lips as I swirl my tongue around the mushroom top-shaped head. I suction my lips around his dick as I suck and slurp vigorously, causing him to lose all control. He closes his eyes as he floats high on cloud nine. His hand slips up my Bagel Bunch shirt and plays with my nipple, sending tingles through my body. My soaking wet panties can’t hold anymore of the juices my cunt is secreting, and my throbbing clit is ready to feel his touch. One stroke from his tongue would cause it to burst and squirt out the milkiest come. I’ve got to have him right now; my body feels like it’s about to explode.

I pull away and drop my pants and drenched undies to the ground with haste, revealing my swollen, wet cunt. He lifts me into the air with his super human strength and lays me gently on top of his desk, the same desk I’ve sat at multiple times. This moment is so hot. I’m about to have sex with my former softball coach in his office at the high school I graduated from.

“You’re dripping,” he says as he admires my soaked pussy. His thumb caresses my clit, causing me to gush all over his desk. Oh man, the bell is going to ring any minute now, but we’ve come too far to turn back now. Both of our bodies are begging to climax and reach the point of satisfaction. I need to feel him inside of me, stroking until my come drips down his thighs.

“I want you,” I mewl. His crystal gaze gleams in the fluorescent light, shining almost like diamonds. Those eyes drive my heart wild, and now, both it and my cunt are throbbing simultaneously.

“Yeah,” he says, placing his hands on my hips and pulling me closer to the edge of the desk. “Is this what you want?” He slowly sticks the mushroom head inside of my deep, moist walls.

“Yes,” I moan as his oversized penis penetrates my every inch, taking my breath away. Holy cow, it’s huge – maybe even bigger than it was last night. I hold on to his waist as he miraculously makes his entire piece of wood fit inside of my tiny twat. My body jerks as he thrusts harder, hitting my G-spot with each motion.

“You feel so good,” he grunts through his teeth. Students stampede in the hallway, but all I can hear are my sensual moans and Mason’s huffs as his wooden workstation creaks, squealing louder than the both of us. His hand grips my neck firmly as I shiver in his hands. The powerful thrusts leave me powerless to his control as he nibbles my flesh. I try to hold back my moans, but they break through my lips like they are trying to break out of prison.

“Shh,” he says as he delicately places his hand over my mouth. “Not too loud.” He’s right, and I know better, but my body’s natural reaction refuses to be stifled. But like a child trying to resist a pile of sweets, I can’t help myself. He takes his hand off of my mouth and passionately kisses me as he strokes my soaking wet box. I have that exploding feeling again, the one right before I ooze milky white come. A few more strokes, and my body bursts into completion as I bite my lip to keep from shouting to the rooftops.

“I want to taste you,” he says, pulling his come-covered cock out of my cunt. I can’t take my eyes off of the bulging veins – even his dick has unstoppable strength. He tosses my legs back and drops down onto his knees. I swoon on the desk, waiting to feel the lush strokes of his tongue on my thin, pink clit. He gazes at it as if he’s been fasting for days and I’m the meal he’s finally rewarding himself with. His hands grab onto my hips as he wraps his lips around the sliver of flesh between my second set of lips. I squirm as his tongue brushes my clit like it’s painting a picture. He holds onto my bottom half tighter to keep me in place.

I release moans into the atmosphere, breaking the silence in the office. I bite my lip again. It feels damn near impossible, but I have to keep quiet. If anyone catches us, we’ll be the talk of Sunnyside, and not in a good way. He raises my shirt, revealing my perky tits, and grabs each of them in his massive palms. His heavenly tongue swirls around my pearl as his thick thumbs flick my rock hard nipples. The combined sensations send my body flying, and I soar higher and higher, trying to reach my peak again. My come is still dripping from his mighty prick, but I can feel my body tensing as it prepares to squirt on his magnificent mouth. He stares deep into my eyes as he devours my sweet spot, and I feel so connected to him in this moment that I can’t hold back any longer. I’ve reached my peak, and I’m ready to climax.

“I’m coming,” I say as cream surges from my throbbing cunt. He sucks the sweet liquid from my glistening jewel, leaving not a drop behind. I quiver as I lie on the hot and steamy cherry wood, still recovering from the way his tongue lashed out.

“Bend over,” he commands. Without hesitation, I hope off of the desk and assume the position. His hands hold on tightly to my wide hips as he slides his dripping wet dick deep inside of me, thrusting harder than before. I grip the edge, holding on for dear life as he pounds me from behind. His hard blows shake my body as our skin claps against each other.

“Go deeper,” I whisper, longing for every inch of his cock. He plunges deeper inside of my oasis and grips a handful of my curls in the palm of his hand. Our bodies clash with one another, creating a sound like thunder. Hopefully, no one can hear what’s taking place in Coach Mason’s office right now. The clamor of students rushing out of the school is a good cover up, but it won’t last for long. Luckily, it won’t have to.

“I’m about to come,” the Herculean man grunts as he heaves with every stroke. He plows harder until his body loses its strength as a stream of warm, gooey come jets inside of me. His jizz fills me up, satisfying every ounce of my body. His frame collapses on top of mine while we’re still linked with his cock buried inside of me. He pants heavily as his warm breath tickles the back of my neck.

His penis pulsates inside of me as it slowly loses its superpower. Then he pulls out, leaving a trail of sperm seeping from my pussy. The creamy come runs down my legs, creating a mess, but it’s one I enjoy every much. The chivalrous man grabs a handful of tissues and wipes his semen off of me.

We both get dressed again, marveling in the fact that we just made love in his office and got away with it. Phew, that was a close call. A student or a staff member could have walked in at any given moment. Luckily, they stayed clear of the beloved athletic director’s office long enough for us to finish our tryst.

He pulls me in closely and kisses my forehead. I smile at the feel of his soft lips against my skin. How is this even possible? I always fantasized about this kind of stuff with Mason, but now it’s really happening. It might be too soon to say so, but I think we’re both in love with each other. He hasn’t said it yet, but I can feel it. I can tell by the way he looks into my eyes like I’m the only woman in the world. My body turns to clay when I’m around him, so ready to be easily molded. When I’m in his hands, he’s in complete control, and I love it. He knows where to touch and where to kiss without me even having to ask. Bobby couldn’t find my hotspots if he tried, and he had.

“I should probably get out of here,” I say, realizing we’ve been locked in his office for twenty minutes now and someone might be looking for the athletic director. I try to head toward the door, but he grabs me before I can take a step.

“Come away with me this weekend,” he says as he sweeps me up into his chiseled arms. Is he crazy? Where can we possibly go that we won’t be recognized by Sunnyside residents?

“Mason, we can’t. Someone will see us,” I insist. The last thing I need is for a neighbor to catch us in a public display of affection and go running back to my parents to tell them that my former softball coach is being inappropriate with me.

“Yes, we can,” he reassures me. “I own a beach house in New Jersey. We can stay down by the shore for the weekend and have the whole place to ourselves. That way, we won’t have to sneak around.” Oh my gosh! I would love a weekend away at the beach with Mason! I honestly can’t think of anything I’d rather do than spend a few days alone together away from our neighbors. “What do you say?” he asks.

“Yes!” I squeal louder than his cherry wood desk. A romantic weekend alone with this alpha male is exactly what I need. It’ll be just the two us building a flame together that will burn so brightly that no one will ever be able to put it out. I’ll lie in his arms for hours, probably never leaving the bed. We can make love without the fear of being caught and without having to rush. It sounds like the perfect weekend with the perfect man, and I absolutely can’t wait.

“Good,” he says, sounding a little relieved. His arms pull me closer, pressing me against his chest. I listen as his heart thumps loudly, racing just as fast as mine. Our thuds are almost in sync, like a duet harmonizing in a grand performance. His intoxicating scent takes over, leaving me incapacitated and completely at his will. I know I shouldn’t stay any longer, but God, he makes it so hard to leave. I wish he could hold me forever, just like this, but practice starts soon. The girls are probably in their locker room right now, changing and getting ready to hit the field. If I hold him up any longer, they’ll be wondering where their coach is, and they might come looking for him.

“I have to go,” I say even though I don’t really want to. God knows I don’t, but another second could be the difference between us running away for the weekend and Mason being run out of Sunnyside.

“I know.” His melancholy tone puts a gloomy cloud over my heart. He doesn’t want this moment to end either. Damn, it’s only Monday. How the hell am I supposed to make it all the way to Friday? These next couple of days are going to be torture as I patiently wait for our escapade. I’ll have to find a million things to do just to keep my mind off of the trip Mason has planned for us.

Luckily, I’ll have Bagel Bunch to keep me distracted, and I’m sure Nicole will have plenty of stories to tell me about her most recent hook-ups. I don’t know how I’m going to keep this secret from the blonde. We usually spend our weekends together at the mall, so I’ll have to come up with something to explain why I’m disappearing. And I’ll need an excuse for my parents too. I guess that’s what I’ll be doing for the next couple of days, coming up with little white lies to hide my major secret love affair.

Our lips gently touch one last time, and tingles course through my body as a never ending river flows between my legs. I’ll have to toss this pair of panties straight into the wash. Mom would have a fit if she saw my come-filled undies with the little pink hearts on them. There’s no way I could say a little teenage boy got me this super wet. This is clearly the work of a grown man who knows exactly what he’s doing. I’m still a bit weak in the knees for him, but I have to get out of here. I stare up into his mystical eyes one last time, and he peers into mine as if he’s looking into my soul. Those eyes have super powers, I’m convinced. They have the ability to make me fall deeper and deeper in love with him.