Change room

Olivia smiled to herself after having fixed up her game and winning the play for the game. The girls were all hugging each other as they celebrated, once they were finished their celebration that shook hands with their opponents. As they were making their way to the lockers they were stopped by Coach Marshal. “ A quick Victory photo girls!” He cheered holding his phone up. They all quickly huddled up smiling and laughing , Olivia was centred with Jenna on her right and Maria on her left all the girls smiling and laughing. After a weirdly long time he finally took the photo but when the flash went off Olivia felt a weird sensation flush through her body. She looked at the others keeping her smile on but they seemed fine. “Alright girls go get showered and go have fun. Except you Olivia stay in there, I need to discuss something with you.” Olivia gulped and looked around at the other girls. They shared a similar but for some reason they all shrugged it off even Olivia. She looked back at the coach and nodded before following them into the change room.

Once they had all finished showering and getting changed she was left alone. She sat on the bench next to her towel and clothes waiting anxiously. She wasn’t sure why she didn’t shower with the others, they did say that he excluded from the shower part which weird them all out but he was the coach.

He finally walked in and smiled at her. “Good you stayed.” He said sweat running down his fat forehead. He rubbed his hairy arms and walked closer to her. She stepped back scared. “Did you shower?” He asked. She shook her head, no. He licked his lips. He was getting closer, and her heart was beating faster.

“You really got your act together at the end of the game.” He complimented her while sitting down and noticing for her to as well. She didn't move and just stood there.

"Olivia, sit." He demanded. She sat.

"You pulled it together in the end but those mistakes nearly cost us the game, I think we should intensify your training.” He was now close to her face. Her breath was short.

"Y-yes sir..." She whispered.

"You'll have to do extra practices with me.” He told her. She was sweating, her eyes darting around.

"I-I..."

"I know you will Olivia, I can see it in your eyes that you will." He said confidently.

"Y-Yes sir..." She stuttered.

"Good girl." He whispered and put his hand on her thigh.

She froze and tried to stand but he gripped her thighs.

"Stay." He growled.

"I-I have to go home sir." She whimpered.

"Not yet." He smiled and moved his hand up to her crotch.

"S-Sir!" She cried.

"I think you want this.” He more suggest than asked and suddenly she felt her myself calm down but she still felt weirded out.

"I think so sir... But I want to go home." She said looking down.

"Why?" He asked moving his hand up to her cheek, rubbing her soft skin.

"I find you repulsive.” She blurted out. He pulled away and scowled at her.

He breathed heavy and looked at her strongly. “You know I’ve always thought you were a privileged snotty bitch.” He said harshly with spit hitting her face cause her to squirm and wince. He then roughly pulled sports bra up. She yelled from the pain and suddenness of his action as her c-cups fell down and jiggled.

"No, No." She whimpered. She could feel her nipples becoming hard. She didn’t know what was going on but her body wasn't responding how she wanted it too.

"Please Sir stop this. I just want to go home. I don't want this." She sobbed.

He looked her up and down and shook his head. "No, I won't. You want this, I know you do." she couldn’t understand but something told her he was right. “I know you want to play with yourself.”

She nodded slowly as she brought her hand to her breast and began knead it while tracing her other hand down to her shorts. She felt her hand move under her shorts and begin rubbing her pussy through her panties.

"That's it Olivia, do it." He growled, and her fingers began rubbing harder.

"Stop! This isn't right. You're the coach." She whined, feeling her panties moistening.

"You don't believe that. I know you don't." He chuckled and pulled his cock out. It was hard, throbbing and 7 inches long.

"I've always wanted to touch those titties." He smirked, reaching out and grabbing her tits.

"Ah, yes." She moaned, rubbing her cunt.

"Touch my dick." He ordered. She hesitated but when he twisted her nipple she moaned in pain and quickly grabbed his cock.

"That's it, stroke it." He commanded, and her hand moved up and down.

"Yes." He sighed, letting go of her nipple and grabbing her tits again.

Their eyes met and suddenly feee flooded her body as felt the energy between them. She asked herself what was happening and what she was feeling. She felt his rough hands on her soft tits and she felt like she wanted more.

"Kneel down, and suck my dick." He ordered and she followed, not understanding what was going on.

"Suck it!" He demanded, and she wrapped her lips around his tip.

"Ugh." He grunted, feeling her warm mouth.

"Mmm." She moaned, sucking him deeper.

"Fuck, you're good." He praised, putting his hand on her head.

"Mmm, mmm, mmm." She hummed, slurping and sucking.

"Yes, fuck, just like that." He growled, watching her saliva cover his shaft.

"Mm, mm, mmm." She whimpered, sucking him deeper.

"Fucking whore. I can't believe how good you are." He praised her.

"Mmmm." She whined, slurping and bobbing her head.

"Look at me." He ordered.

She looked up into his eyes and she felt his energy flowing through her.

"You fucking whore. You love my cock don't you?" He asked, watching her suck.

"Mmmm, mmm." She moaned. What’s wrong with me! She screamed internally.

"Yes, that's it. You're gonna make me cum." He grunted, grabbing her head.

"Mmmm." She gasped, feeling his dick twitching.

"Stop.” He said and she quickly did. He stood up and grabbed his cock and began to pump it.

He pulled his phone out with his free hand and held it up. “Are recording this?” She asked.

"Yeah but your fine with it aren’t you?” He grinned. She nodded and bit her lip as he pumped his cock.

"Stroke it for me." He said. She smiled and grabbed his shaft, jerking it.

"That's it, look right into the camera." He groaned, watching her work his dick.

"Do you wanna taste it?" He asked, holding his cock out.

"Yes sir." She gasped, jerking his shaft. She opened her mouth and closed her eyes. He then came. Groaning while shooting ropes over her face and into her mouth.