Emily flew down the field, her dark hair trailing behind her like a streamer in the late-afternoon sun. The team captain, Kayla Farley, was only a few feet ahead of her; managing to sprint even while controlling the ball but while Kayla was unquestionably the better player, Emily was faster.
She’s gonna shoot… she has to… Emily thought as the gap narrowed between her and the pink-haired forward. She could feel the sweat streaming past her temples and the burn in her legs was building as she narrowed the gap. She risked a glance across the field; there were a couple of her own side’s defenders racing to get back, but she and Kayla were the fastest pair on the team; if Emily couldn’t catch her then the Rattangrove Rangers’ star striker would be in alone on the goalkeeper.
Emily was faster than Kayla, but only just. This was going to be a near thing. There! Emily saw the subtle pivot, the slight twist in Kayla’s hips as she adjusted her stance to shoot. A sliding tackle from behind was risky but she was out of options. She saw Kayla’s leg come back for the shot as she began her slide; right leg fully extended, targeting the ball rather than her teammate’s ankle. Team tryouts were intense, even for returning players, but she didn’t want to start the season by crippling Rattangrove’s best chance at a championship.
Emily’s toe reached the ball a split second before Kayla followed through on the shot, the ball spinning harmlessly out of bounds as Kayla’s momentum carried her forward, her foot tangling in Emily’s leg and sending them both sprawling in a tangle.
FWEEEEEET! The coach blew his whistle as Emily hopped up, brushed the grass from her legs and extended a hand to Kayla to help her up. “Nice tackle, Em.” Kayla gave her a slap on the shoulder. “I really thought I was in the clear there.” Emily grinned at the compliment as Coach Daniels jogged over to where they were standing.
“Black!” The coach yelled; it wasn’t clear if his face was red with the exertion of running up and down the field with his players, or if he was really upset. “That was a damned reckless play! Dangerous!”
Emily looked at Kayla, who shrugged. “But…”
The coach shook his head, no longer shouting, but he clearly wasn’t pleased. “No buts unless you want a taste of the paddle on yours. First off, even if you make that tackle clean you’re risking a penalty kick for the other side – referees hate tackles like that from behind.” Emily kicked at the grass; he wasn’t entirely wrong… “Worse, what if Farley got hurt on that play?” That one Emily didn’t have an answer to.
“Sorry coach. Sorry Kayla.” Emily shrugged. She was still proud of preventing the goal, but if kayla had gotten hurt it would have been the paddle for her, if not a trip to the Headmaster.
“Take a lap, Black, then take a seat for a bit.” The coach told her before blowing his whistle. “Nosick! I want you in Black’s spot for the next few plays!” Emily watched as the tall, curly haired Rangers hopeful jogged in from the sidelines as Emily walked to the red shale running track that looped around the soccer field. She adjusted her shin pad where Kayla had tripped on it and wiped the rest of the grass from her uniform before beginning a leisurely jog around the field.
Tryouts were going well, she thought. They had started this morning with nearly seventy young women trying out for the fiercely competitive fourteen full-time spots on the Rattangrove Rangers squad, and they were now down to twenty-four. The soccer team was by far the hardest team to make on campus; there were fewer full-time Rangers than there were green-cagers, and making the team last year was absolutely no guarantee that she would have a spot again this year. She weighed her chances. She was fit, fast, and competitive, but she wasn’t a star like Kayla or the small handful of girls who had gotten to Rattangrove on sports scholarships. There were five girls on scholarships this year, which meant only nine spots on the team were up for grabs… unless you wanted to be an alternate.
She had managed to run down Kayla, and whatever the coach might think about how it was done, she had prevented a sure goal by breaking up the play… it had been a mostly clean tackle… although she had no doubt that she’d have gotten a long dose with the paddle if Kayla had gotten hurt… She finished her lap, sat down on the bench, and took a long drink from her water bottle, watching the play. She had expected to be swapped back in quickly, but instead Kayla had come and joined her on the bench.
“Whatever coach says that was a hell of a run, Em. I really thought I was in the clear there…” Emily smiled and relaxed a little. She’d missed Kayla, and they hadn’t really had a chance to catch up yet. “How’s things?”
“Ugh… they gave me a RAT for a roommate…” Emily sighed. Holly wasn’t awful and through this first ten days she had only had to go over her lap for a humiliating spanking once, but still. She had signed her up as a History major, inspected Emily’s uniform before class in the morning, checked up on her whereabouts through the day… she hadn’t been able to meet up with the Red Cage Society even once. She filled Kayla in as they watched the team practice, Kayla making notes and Emily grateful for the break. They’d been at it nearly all day.
“So… you and Madison are…” Kayla asked, carefully.
“Aren’t roommates.” Emily answered. She took a drink of water. “She’s rooming with Aurora this year, from the field hockey team?” Kayla shrugged, not recognizing the name. “Anyway, with my new ratmate, I haven’t really been able to go see her… It’s been… not a great start… especially after summer…” Emily had seen Kayla’s name on the long, long list of people who had watched her video. She knew how things had gone, even if she was too polite to bring it up.
Kayla nodded. “Sounds rough… oh that was a good play!” She made a note on her clipboard. “I hate to add to your list of problems, Em… but you know that three of our scholarship girls this year are midfielders, right?”
Emily swore fiercely under her breath. She hadn’t known. That was a massive problem. There were only four midfield spots on the team, and the scholarship girls were guaranteed to make it, which left one whole spot open for the rest of them. She sighed and leaned down, resting her head on her knees. She didn’t need this… “How are my chances?” She asked.
Kayla sucked on the end of her pencil for a moment. “Well… Phillips is looking pretty good. She was an alternate last year but she clearly wants your spot. She also has the inside track because she played goal in high school. We desperately need a backup goalie in case Jenny gets hurt, but she might be better coming off the bench than as a starter…” Kayla’s eyes ran over the remaining players thoughtfully. “Franklin is probably your biggest threat…” she pointed the pencil at a dark-haired girl who was jockeying for position in front of the net. “She’s not as fast as you are, but she’s a real threat to score, jumping up to help the forwards… she’s got one hell of a leg on her… if the coach wants a more offensive look from midfield, she’s got the inside track… but again she might be better off the bench as a dual-threat forward/midfielder…”
Emily groaned. There were eleven ‘position’ spots available, plus three bench players. The coach liked players who could swap in for multiple positions in those reserve spots, in case of injury or to give the roster a fresh look. One of those spots was always reserved for a girl who could swap in for the goaltender, and the other spots, well… Emily had never had the scorer’s touch and she was too small to be a reliable defender. It was midfield or nothing for her. If she couldn’t make the team as a full-time midfielder she was probably off the team.
Kayla caught her eyes as Emily glumly weighed her chances. “That’s… that’s why I came over, actually…” She slid in closer until her hip was touching Emily’s own. Her voice dropped. “Look, the scholarship girls are really good, but they’re all freshmen, Em. You’re the only one who know the system… I… I need you on the team.”
Emily caught a spark of hope from that. “So tell the coach that! Make him put me on the team!”
Kayla laughed. “I don’t have that kind of sway. I’ll try but… Have you considered… um… asking coach about being an alternate?”
Emily winced. She knew how the coach picked his alternates. “Yeah… I’d rather not. I don’t really feel like sucking off Coach Daniels just to fold towels and fill water bottles all year.”
Kayla laughed at that; easy for her to laugh. She was doubly-safe. The captain was never cut, and she was also on a scholarship, so there was no way she could lose her spot. “I was an alternate my first year, Em...” She blushed when she saw Emily’s knowing look. “Yes… Like that… it wasn’t so bad. He was nice… and gentle… and he…” she turned and whispered the last few words into Emily’s ear; “…he let me cum.”
That got Emily’s attention. “What?!?”
Kayla nodded. “Just um… I choked, when I was uh…being interviewed… so he went for the back entrance… don’t look at me like that!” Kayla flushed and looked out over the field. “Look. It’s not ideal, but I want you on the team… and… I don’t know if there’s gonna be room, you know? And the alternate spots fill up fast, so… just think about it, okay?”
Emily shuffled her feet in the grass, thinking. Blowing the coach sounded awful. She wasn’t squeamish about the act itself; but trading sexual favours for special treatment? She still felt a bit weird about coaxing Stuart into whipping her rather than taking her to the Headmaster last year. On the other hand though… faculty/student relationships weren’t banned per se, but they were strongly looked down upon. He certainly didn’t have the authority to unlock her, but if she just happened to cum while he was ‘rigorously reviewing her application’… he couldn’t really tell anyone. Not without getting in at least a little trouble himself. Her cage gave a hopeful twitch. Quiet, you! She thought.
Emily watched the tryouts wrap up as she weighed the pros and cons. She loved the soccer team. It wasn’t just that she needed the activity for her scholarship. It was the camaraderie, the competition, feeling like a valued teammate, and, admittedly, having a very small sort of celebrity around campus. The soccer team was the most prestigious sports team at Rattangrove; the stands were full for every game and people around campus recognized her in the halls. Plus it was far less demanding on her time than some other options. Two weekly practices and a game every ten days or so. Was it really worth giving all that up just because she was unwilling to take a one-time assfucking?
Not that Coach Daniels was bad looking, or even a bad coach. He was in his early 50s, and had the body of a former athlete slowly going to seed. He had a little bit of a belly, but he could keep up with the girls on the Rangers, and while he was a strict coach, he was never needlessly cruel. Like all the coaches at Rattangrove, corporal punishment was usually his first resort rather than the last, but nobody would ever call the coach a sadist.
Her roommate Madison had played field hockey last year and she had come home from practice on several occasions whipped so soundly that she had barely been able to walk. Emily felt her cage tighten as she remembered rubbing soothing cream into Maddy’s inflamed flesh, and what usually came after. She was pacing across the grass, weighing the pros and cons of the situation. The big stroke against taking the coach up on his ‘offer’, beyond the act itself was the locker room talk; everyone knew how the coach chose his alternates and the full-time players never let the alternates forget it. Emily had been guilty of a little good-natured bullying of the alternates last year and she’d have to put up with all the tired jokes she’d heard last year.
She could deal with that… Besides, it wasn’t like the coach hadn’t seen her nude. He was supposed to supervise his team, even in the locker room, including the showers… and she had earned her place on the team last year with hard work, not raw talent. While the coach was far from a sadist, a few stupid errors during a game had earned her a paddling more than once. Laid over his lap to receive a dose of his trusty paddle he had shown his displeasure with her in the usual way, while an obvious sign of his pleasure poked her in the stomach.
“Hey Em!” Kayla’s voice broke through Emily’s debate and she looked up as the heavily-tattooed redhead jogged over to her. “Sorry…” She looked chagrined. “I really fought for you, but the coach was dead-set on Miranda as an extra defender, rather than you at midfield.”
“No… it’s okay. I was just… lost in thought.” Emily deflected. It was gratifying that Kayla had fought for her, but tin Emily’s mind she still bore some of the blame for the decision to cut her.
“Yeah…” Kayla fell in beside her as she began the walk back to the field house to change. “Are you thinking about… y’know?”
Emily nodded, without answering. She was. She hated the idea of it, but she was genuinely considering heading to the coach’s office once she had showered and changed. The alternative was turning in her Rangers uniform, giving up her jersey number to one of the new girls… she wouldn’t even be able to watch the games this year. She’d be too bitter.
“You know you outplayed a couple of the scholarship girls, right? I thought you did, at least…” Kayla was trying to cheer her up, but it wasn’t working.
“It’s fine. Just the way it goes.” Emily didn’t even try to keep the bitterness or anger out of her voice. So, she had earned a place on the team, but the girls on scholarships, just like the captain, had guaranteed spots. She might have even been a starter over the scholarship girls if she had made the team, but she hadn’t made the team.
As they crossed the threshold into the field house Kayla grabbed Emily’s shoulder and pulled her aside into a small equipment room. “Look.” She whispered as soon as they were alone. “I don’t know why you didn’t make the team, but well… the coach asked me to make sure you applied to be an alternate, alright? You didn’t hear it from me, but he wants you on the team.”
Emily struggled with this for a moment. “But then… why?”
Kayla laughed and surprised her by leaning in for a kiss, her hands cupping Emily’s bottom as her tongue slid between her surprised lips. “You don’t see it, do you? The way he looks at you in the locker room? More than the rest of us? He’s got it for you bad, Em. Maybe even worse than me. He wants you on the team, but he wants to fuck your mouth more. If he can get both by making you go the alternate route…” Kayla gave her a tiny kiss on the nose. “…I can’t really blame him.”
Emily felt her stomach turn over in her chest. Was… was that it? She found it hard to think with Kayla’s body pressed against hers like this. What was taking ‘one for the team’ compared to a whole year of playing for the Rangers? A whole year of sharing a shower with Kayla… of whispered invitations back to her dorm room after practice? She found herself nodding.
Emily didn’t bother with a shower. She wanted to get it over with and she also worried that there would be more takers for Coach Daniels’ ‘offer’ than there were spots. The coach’s door was closed as she approached, hesitated, then gave a quiet knock on the door.
“Enter!” The coach’s voice was gruff, and for the last time Emily hesitated. She took one last deep breath and opened the door. The coach was sitting at his desk filling out a lineup card. He didn’t look surprised to see her, but he did look pleased. He put down his pen and leaned back in the chair crossing his arms as Emily closed the door behind her and approached the desk.
“Um… hi… I’d like to apply to be an alternate for the team?”
Emily walked across the cheap tile floor of the office, the clatter of her hard cleats on the ringing off the tired paint of the shabby office walls. Rattangrove’s scrupulous attention to detail seemed to have missed the coach’s small, windowless office. Dust coated framed photos of past Rangers squads; a cluster of old trophies sat atop a filing cabinet, the silver on the oldest tarnished nearly black. A trio of paddles hung on hooks on the wall, conspicuously clean through regular use. The smallest was reserved for girls who only needed a reminder over his lap; the middle paddle for girls bent over his desk, and the largest was solely given for the rare public punishments, bent over the benches in the middle of the locker room.
“You gave a good effort out there, Black.” The coach told her, unexpectedly still all business. “Too many midfielders, not enough slots, and you aren’t big enough to defend or really cut out for forward.” Emily wasn’t sure what she had expected – for him to already have his pants off? To offer her a drink? She was gonna have to ask for it, wasn’t she?
Emily grimaced, but was committed to going through with it. “So, what now?” she asked. Slutty or not, she had never tried bartering sexual favours for preferential treatment before; not that it came up often, but she had never gone in for that sort of thing.
“You know what being an alternate means? Beyond just today?” the coach asked, arching an eyebrow at Emily as she fidgeted, alone in front of him. She nodded.
The coach laughed. “It’ll mean playing every game, Black. I don’t hand out the scholarships! Damned athletic director tied my hands on this one. Mason is gonna be a great striker, but she needs a year to figure it out, and you can already run laps around Harley. You’re an alternate in name only; I need you in game shape, not just handing out towels and water this year.”
Emily beamed at the praise, the awkwardness momentarily forgotten. She hadn’t been overlooked, the coach’s hands were just tied by the number of players that the Athletic Director signed to scholarships over the summer. Maybe she wouldn’t even have to….
Coach Daniels pushed back from the desk and stood up. “Alright then. Shorts and panties down, like for the paddle.” He looked her up and down as she hesitated at the abrupt change in tone. “And lock the door.” He added.
Emily walked back to the door and flipped the deadbolt; without bothering to take off her shoes she slid her soccer shorts and panties down to her knees, and then let gravity carry them to the floor. She took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to steady her nerves. The fact that he had seen it all before didn’t help; she felt very exposed in her new, smaller cage. He hadn’t seen that before and she was still self-conscious about it.
“The top too…” The coach urged.
Emily hesitated; she’d never felt her chest was her best feature, and while she was very proud of the body that hormones and a lot of hard work had given her, she’d never quite developed like a lot of other girls. Her chest was narrow, her breasts stubbornly resisting the hormones, and while she wore a bra, she often felt she needn’t bother.
“I mean…. They aren’t much to look at…” Emily mumbled, staring intently at her shoes. Why was she struggling with this so much? Rooming with Madison had given her self-confidence a giant boost… she had looked beyond stunning in the black lingerie from Vennel City, but this was different. She was trading her body, or at least her mouth, for a favour. This was new and none of her admittedly one-sided sexual experience had prepared her for this.
“You don’t have to go through with it, you know?” The coach’s voice brought her back from her swirling self-doubt. “Injuries happen. It might take a month or two, but we always add temporary players through the season…” The coach’s offer was kind, but Emily shook her head. No. Those girls weren’t really on the team; never for more than a couple weeks at a time. It wouldn’t count towards her extracurricular, she wouldn’t practice with the team, and even if she got the call, the emergency callups barely played, they warmed the bench while the reserve players took the field. They didn’t even get to choose their own jersey number. Like it or not, this was the only way.
Emily closed her eyes and slipped her sweat-soaked jersey and sports bra over her head, letting both fall to the floor. She was nude now, apart from her cage, and she felt completely exposed. No lingerie, no soft lighting; just her; sweaty, grass-stained and nervous.
“You’ve been keeping yourself in game shape.” The coach said, appraisingly; “You look better than I remembered.” Emily could hear the arousal in his voice, and surprised herself by smiling at the praise. For the first time since she had entered his office she was able to meet his eyes. She could do this, but talking about it was awkward. Painfully awkward. Better to just get it over with. It was just physical; a trade; a little spurt in her mouth and she could have her spot on the team, and life would be back to normal.
Emily nodded, and Coach Daniels walked around the desk. He was wearing soccer shorts that were probably a much better fit for him five years ago, and she could see his excitement very clearly through the tight fabric. She knew that her coach was fairly well-endowed; she’d been reminded of his size every time she had been over his lap for a taste of the paddle, but she hadn’t realized he was this endowed. It pushed at the fabric eagerly, and Emily found herself taking her position on her knees mutely as he approached.
The Coach stopped in front of Emily and smiled down at her. This was it. Moment of truth. She could still back out now if she wanted to; she certainly had some things in her past that she wasn’t entirely proud of, but this was something else entirely. She swallowed, and ran her tongue along her braces; imagining tasting the coach’s load for the rest of the day, his cum in her mouth, her throat, her stomach. She regretted being so eager; she should have let another girl have the first go, but it was too late for that now. She reached up and grabbed the waistband of the coach’s tight shorts and his underwear beneath. It took a little doing, being a tight fit, but she managed it, and finally his cock was free, standing out proudly a few inches from Emily’s nose.
He wasn’t that big, Emily realized. His too-tight shorts had over-emphasized his size, but he was still substantially larger than Emily herself had ever been. He was around seven inches, uncut, and quite thick. Emily was suddenly distinctly aware of just how small her cage seemed compared to him. The coach hadn’t made any sort of remark about her size, but the comparison was so stark.
He was close enough that she could smell him; the sweat from running on the field all day, his excitement, the raw maleness of him. He smelled really good, and she felt her clit twitch in its pink little cage.
Oh NOW you wake up! Not while the pretty nurse was stroking you outside your cage? Of course not! You little traitor! Emily thought. Her rear entrance gave a similar, and more pleasant twitch… Okay, she had to admit that ideas held a bit more merit. Having the coach bend her over the desk; his cock pushing on her button over and over again; fucking six months of backed up cum out of her while she begged for more…
Emily pushed that out of her mind… at least for now. It was a scintillating idea, but this was Rattangrove. ‘Good Girls Don’t Cum’ and all that… Even now she wouldn’t be allowed the relief she needed so badly, and there would be no holding back her orgasm if the coach had any kind of stamina once he was inside her. Getting paddled for an unauthorized orgasm would just be the perfect way to close out what had already been a pretty lousy day.
Emily reached out and gently gripped the coach’s shaft. His skin was soft, warm, and slightly slick with sweat. She gave him a couple of tentative pumps, earning a small moan for her trouble. She moved up and gave the tip of his cock a gentle kiss. Gods he smelled so good, and he was just the perfect size… Emily could feel herself starting to drip just thinking about him inside her, stretching her out…
He would be uncomfortable to fit in her mouth, with his size. Never mind him cumming on her braces; he was going to cum straight down her throat when he went over the line. Tentatively, she tried giving him a lick; right on the sensitive spot underneath the head of his cock, right where she herself had enjoyed the ‘glans trick’ in her Motivator cage. He gave a soft sigh at the sensation and Emily felt him shiver. She loved the way he tasted, and his excitement intermingled with her own denial, a heady cocktail of mutual lust that burned away the last of her awkwardness.
Emily spat into her hand, using her saliva as lube as she stroked his cock. Carefully, keeping her teeth and braces as far from his skin as she could she took the head of his cock into her mouth. She could taste his precum on her tongue almost immediately; she swirled her tongue along the bottom of his member, stoking gently, enjoying this despite her earlier reservations. She closed her eyes and lost herself in the sensation, letting her hand drift between her legs to tease the tiny nub of skin that the cage didn’t cover. She was surprised how wet she was already; her tip was as slick as it was sensitive and she moaned around her mouthful of dick at the sensation.
He responded by beginning to rock back and forth, very slowly and shallowly at first, but after a moment he placed his hand on the back of her head, setting the pace and also pushing himself deeper. Emily was no stranger to this sensation, although he was thick enough that it was a little uncomfortable. She tried to open her throat, to relax, but he was eager. Emily struggled with her gag reflex as the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat; once, twice, and then she couldn’t hold back.
Emily pulled away, coughing as his cock slid out of her mouth. Her eyes stung with tears as she spluttered her apologies.
“Sorry…. <cough>… I think… <cough>… I think it’s too much for me…” she struggled to get the words out. She tried to breathe through her nose, to calm her spasming throat… she looked up at her coach, expecting frustration, but instead she saw concern. He hadn’t meant to hurt her, he he’d gotten caught up in the moment, and he looked a little sheepish for having pushed too deep too soon.
Emily took a minute to get her breathing under control, cleared her throat one more time, and said “I… I can try again. I won’t cough this time. I just want to make the team.”
The coach laughed and pointed between Emily’s legs. “Looks like that’s not all you want.”
Emily looked down at the small puddle that had formed beneath her cage. She hadn’t been able to help it; the denial had made her hopelessly cum-brained, and just having his cock in her mouth had sent her frustration into overdrive. She decided to just… ask for it.
“You know… if you want to go that deep… you could just… fuck me? She said it very quietly. Barely above a whisper. “Please?”
He smiled; “Been a while, has it?” He dipped the toe of his sneaker into the pool of pre-cum, and dragged it across the floor, leaving a snail trail of lustful need behind it. Emily blushed from her collarbone to her hairline, and nodded ruefully.
“Alright.” He helped her to her feet. “Bend over the desk, Black.” Emily walked over to the coach’s desk and bent over the wooden top, an unfortunately familiar position. She whimpered as she felt his fingertips on her bottom, gently spreading her cheeks, and caressing her very needy hole. He teased her for a moment before his fingers moved lower, tracing along her perineum, down to the ring of her cage, and finally onto her quivering orbs. “Please…” Emily repeated herself. “Please fuck me.”
He didn’t answer her, nor did he make any move to fulfill her request. Instead he took his time; touching her cage, her hole, stroking her bottom tenderly, running his fingers along her spine, even teasing her nipples as he pressed his warm body against her backside. Emily was shivering violently with arousal after just a few moments. She didn’t just want him inside her, she needed bred in a primal way. She wanted him to claim her, thrust into her until he was satisfied, to fill her with his seed and to use her as his toy for as long as he wanted. The denial had broken her at last, and she had never needed anything as badly as she needed him inside her right now.
At last, the coach stepped away briefly, opened a drawer of his desk and took out a bottle of clear lube. Slowly, far too slowly for Emily’s tastes, he lubed her greedy hold and finally slid a finger inside. Emily groaned and clenched down on his finger, relishing the sensation as he very slowly finger-fucked her. She pushed back against his hand, wanting more. Soon enough one finger became two, and Emily’s whimpers of pleasure quickly changed to moans. The feeling was electric; he wasn’t pressing on her prostate so there was no danger of an orgasm, but the sensation of skin sliding against her ring, of being filled, stretched… Emily had wanted this for so long…
After a few delicious minutes, the coach slid his fingers out of her and she heard him squirt fresh lube onto his hand and spread it onto his cock. Emily arched her back as she felt the head of his cock, warm and firm press against her hole. The both moaned as he slid slowly inside, Emily groaned as his cock slid past her prostate, the pressure sending tiny sparks of pleasure up her spine and into her cage. He gave her a moment to adjust to the fullness before beginning to thrust into her.
Emily became aware of her very acute need to cum long before Alex did, and she tried to hold on. She had no idea what his stamina was like, and if she shot now, then very hot sex quickly became both a literal and figurative pain in the ass. She rode the waves of pleasure as his cock slid deliciously over her p-spot in long strokes, sending warm waves of pleasure throughout her abdomen.
Finally, when she heard his breath becoming ragged, and the familiar pulse of a lover’s cock going over the edge, she let herself go, and shot thick ropes of cum onto both their stomachs. The relief was instant, and enormous, and the orgasm so powerful that her balls physically ached after the last spasm began to fade away. Looking up at her coach, she hoped that he would kiss her, or perhaps hold her for a bit, but he seemed dazed, his own orgasm had been nearly as intense as hers. After a few seconds he pulled out, and began to get dressed.
Well-fucked, and very relieved, Emily began to gather her own clothes, desperately hoping that her panties would keep the massive load inside her from dripping down her leg until she made it back to her dorm room. Once she was dressed, Alex seemed to have recovered himself.
“Practice is at 5:45 on Tuesday,” he reminded her, his eyes flicked to the paddle hanging on the wall “You would be well advised to be on time.”
Emily nodded, and turned to leave
“Oh – and Miss Black: If you ever find yourself in need of some… private coaching, you are free to stop by. Your parents can’t really object to you doing a bit of extra studying, can they?”
Emily was glad he couldn’t see her smile and her blush as she closed the door behind her, and walked back to her room.
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