She apologizes (mostly without words).

"I...I'm sorry," Nat whispers, eyes on the floor. Coach Trave's lecture has made her feel...incredibly small. He's right...after all, everyone else gets it. Girls are made for fucking, it's...it's only natural. {if Sluttery > 40}God, why did I try to fight it? Just him reminding me has me all wet...{endif}

"Now, sweetheart, I'm sure your parents raised you better than that," Trave says admonishingly. "You show me you mean it, now."

Nat feels her cheeks grow warm, and she nods. This is even worse - not only was she rude in kicking up a fuss about this perfectly appropriate behavior, now she's acted like he's someone she doesn't have to show proper deference. She casts about for a second and spies the towel where he's casually tossed it. Grabbing it, she bunches it up and drops it to the floor in front of him, then kneels down on it. She swallows and forces herself to look up at him from the floor. With him towering over her, she feels minuscule and powerless. And that's how I should feel - I messed up. "I'm sorry, sir," she says again.

"And what are you sorry for?"

Nat takes a deep, steadying breath. Coach Trave looks down at her, arms folded over his massive chest. {if Sluttery > 20}She can feel her nipples hardening in (not necessarily because of) the cool air.{elseif Sluttery > 40}She can feel a bit of slick between her lower lips - this feels so erotic.{else}She shudders slightly.{endif} "I'm sorry for kicking up such a fuss over something stupid like...getting groped. You're right, they're boys - it's natural for them to feel me up. I'll try to be a better {if Sluttery > 40}slut{else}girl{endif}, sir."

"That's good." Trave gives her an approving nod, and taps his belt. "Now show me you understand what a good girl does."

Nat's heart {if Sluttery > 40}leaps. Yes.{else}sinks. Oh no...I knew this would happen.{endif} As Coach Trave steps forward, resting one hand on his desk, she sits up on her knees and, with {if Sluttery > 40}eager{else}trembling{endif} hands, undoes his belt, unbuttons his pants, and opens his fly.

As she pulls his pants open, his cock, already wormed through the fly of his boxers, springs out. Nat{if Sluttery > 40}'s eyes widens, and she feels herself start to salivate{else} blanches{endif}. Coach Trave is huge: easily nine inches long and monstrously thick. A vein runs down his cock toward the circumcised head, which is already swollen and reddish as it bobs in front of Nat's face. "Go on," Trave says roughly. "Show me you're properly sorry."

"Yes, sir," Nat whispers. "Oouumph." Leaning forward, she wraps her lips around the swollen head of his cock and begins {if Sluttery > 40}eagerly{elseif Sluttery > 20}obediently{else}hesitantly{endif} to suck.

Trave's cock is {if Sluttery > 60}certainly big, though to someone with Nat's enthusiasm that's not much of an impediment. She bobs up and down on it fervently, enjoying the feeling of it filling her mouth so completely.{elseif Sluttery > 40}one of the biggest she's seen - certainly bigger than Teddy's, which she's had the most experience swallowing. Still, it doesn't take long for her to get halfway down his shaft, sucking obediently and running her tongue along the underside.{elseif Sluttery > 20}massive, the biggest Nat's ever tried to suck, and she struggles with it. It's barely a third of the way into her mouth the first time she gags; not wanting to be rude, she pulls back just an inch or two before she plunges forward to try again. He has to know I get it...that I know this is what I'm for. I'm not some weirdo or deviant...{else}is so big, and Nat has sucked so little cock, that she hardly knows what to do with it. She sucks on the tip for a few minutes, then tentatively starts stroking it with one hand while she licks up and down the shaft. She tries to take it in her mouth again, but only gets the head in before she feels like it's filling her so completely that she has to back off.{endif}

"{if Sluttery > 60}Fuck me! Well, you must be popular with the boys, little girl. Had plenty of practice at this, eh?" Trave chuckles. "Smart. With this kind of cocksucking technique, you might well have scraped a 9, back in the day."{elseif Sluttery > 40}What a good little slut," Trave grunts. "Not bad at all. Have you thought about trying out for the cheerleading team? We could use a slut like you." Nat blushes, flattered.{elseif Sluttery > 20}Come on, girl, is that all you can do?" Trave shakes his head. "What are they teaching girls these days...neglecting the basics, clearly. Well, at least you're trying.{else}Jesus, is that really the best you can do?" Trave snorts. "Pathetic." With a snort, he reaches down and slaps Nat across the face - not hard, but enough to make her gasp. "Go on, get it back in your mouth." Nat whimpers and complies, grimacing as she does so.{endif} After a few minutes of sucking, the coach chuckles. "You're obedient, at least. Now put your hands behind your back - I'll take over."

Nat winces but does as she's told, crossing her wrists behind her back. Trave takes hold of her head with both hands, and Nat feels her eyes starting to well up as he pushes his cock further into her throat. She chokes and sputters slightly, and he holds her in place. "Good girl. Good girl. This is just a reminder to use this mouth for nice, kind things, not bitching about something as innocent as guys wanting to fuck you. Hold still..." With a hard thrust, the coach begins to fuck her throat.

{if Sluttery > 60}Nat kneels there, mouth as wide open as she can manage, tongue extended slightly to cradle the coach's shaft as it steadily plunges in and out of her throat. She can feel drool running out of her mouth and down her chin, dripping onto her breasts. Her nipples are hard, her mind going slightly hazy from the sensation of the throat-fuck. I love this...it's so...overwhelming...{elseif Sluttery >40}Nat kneels there, sputtering every once in a while as the coach reams her throat. She can feel drool and spittle flying out of her mouth as her body rebels against the intrusion, but she does her best to remain upright and keep her hole open. I...I can do this! I'll show him...I'm a good girl...a good sucktoy...{elseif Sluttery > 20}Nat struggles involuntarily, **** and occasionally bucking as Coach Trave fucks her throat ruthlessly. She can feel tears running down her face. Her throat feels almost bruised. Goddammit! I...I can't take much more of this, but...I deserve this. Trave holds her head firmly in place as he fucks her, and Nat holds her hands firmly behind her back, fingers digging into her elbows in an attempt to prevent herself from jerking around too much. To be a good girl.{else}Nat manages to withstand his onslaught for a few strokes, then she chokes. Hard. Her body seizes up, throat working as it rejects the intrusion, and without meaning to her hands come up, slapping feebly at Trave's thighs. His grip on her head doesn't slacken at all, though he does pull out of her mouth. "What! I'm hardly even fucking you, and you're trying to tap out? Do you mean to be so fucking rude - take an apology back that's been given?" Nat, gasping for air and with tears running down her face, can only shake her head, ashamed. I...I can't even apologize properly...can't be a good grown up girl in even this... She can feel her nipples harden in the cool air of the office. Trave sighs. "Well, look. I know you didn't mean it. I'll help out, huh? Give me your hands." Nat swallows, then nods, lifting her hands. He grasps her wrists in one large fist, restraining them, as he holds her by the hair with the other. She opens her mouth obediently.{endif} The wet sound of his cock fucking her throat fills the air: *GAK GAK GAK GAK GAK*

After a few more minutes of brutal throatfucking, Trave pulls out, leaving Natalie gasping for air, chest heaving. He strokes his thick, wet cock, smirking down at her. "Well? Have you learned your lesson?"

"Yes, sir," Nat gasps hoarsely.