Do what he tells you to

You hastily remove coach's pants and shorts, leaving them in a heap, and get to work sucking his dick. "Fuck, it's bigger than I remember," you think as his cock slaps your face. You start to suck his dick, but before long coach pulls out.

"Give me that ass, slut."

"Yes, anything." You turn around, wiggling your ass up. Coach lines his dick in between your open cheeks sliding it back and forth. He slips off his jacket and without warning, grabs the sleeves and throws the rest around my head.

"Bite this and hold on." He says and you comply, putting out your mouth around the nape of the jacket. No sooner had you bite down, then Coach rammed his cock in and pulled the jacket back. Your head flew back, your eyes watered. He pumps and rams you with a tempo so fast it sound like one beat. Your eyes start to blackout, the pain and pleasure overwhelming your senses. Within minutes, you both erupt. Coach rams into you so deep he could've made a new hole into your stomach. You feel the cum shoot into you, filling you fully. Your dick shoots projectile cum forward, all over the back of the jacket.

"I'll consider it a signature," Coach says taking the jacket back and handing you his shirt.

"For future reference, if you ever want to dump a load in me again, don't even wait for my consent, just pin me against the wall and plow my hole. If I fight back or protest, just take that to mean I want you to restrain me and fuck me so hard I don't want to protest."

"Got it," He says pulling up his sweatpants and zipping the jacket over his bare chest. He winks at you and then leaves. You put on your clothes, only to find your body shrinking back to its old self.

"Whew, good thing Johnson left before that happened or I'd be in deep shit."