THE NEW COACH CHAPTER 40 (Astrid’s PoV)

Astrid’s PoV:

Need to be useful to Uncle Daren. If I am useful, Uncle Daren will reward me. I want Uncle Daren’s attention. I need to impress him. The thought keeps repeating like a mantra in my mind. Since I met my handsome uncle a few days ago, the thought hasn’t left my mind. Fortunately, when I didn’t know how to be useful to him, Uncle Daren gave me a task where I could be helpful to him.

As soon as I returned to my place, I began to gather the information that he needed. I smiled as I looked at the stack of documents on my desk. It was all the information I had gathered these last few days. Uncle Daren wanted me to investigate the city prison and take note of some visitors. Anna Robinson, Donna Kendall, and many other women were named in the list.

After I dug deeper, I noticed that their visiting hours and frequency of visits to the prison were not normal. And normally, the wardens wouldn’t let people visit these inmates that long and that frequently.

Something is not right with the prison. I knew that some of these officers were corrupt, but this was blatant. I clicked my tongue in disapproval.

What business did Uncle Daren have with the prison? Why did he want me to investigate and take notes of the visitors? I let out a sigh. I don’t need to know. I just need to do what he asked me to do.

I suppressed my curiosity. I believed Uncle Daren would tell me as long as I proved that I was useful to him. As I sorted the documents, I wondered what the man was doing now.

Uncle Daren was still living in my mother’s house, but rather than calling it my mother’s house, it was more accurate to call it Uncle Daren’s place. Uncle Daren was the one that run the house; he was the man of the house, while the two slutty bitches were there to serve his needs. Two slutty bitches. I was surprised that I could call my mother and sister two slutty bitches without feeling bad. It might be because it was the truth. These two were bitches in heat who tried to seduce Uncle Daren so he would fuck their cunt. Couldn’t blame them; Uncle Daren was a real man with an irresistible huge cock. If I could, I wanted to just drop anything and become a simple-minded slut like them that only thought about cock and sex.

You are better than them, Astrid. Uncle Daren expected a lot from you. Your position would be higher than those two slut in the end. I convinced myself.

I had a good dream where the handsome Uncle Daren fucked me silly that night. I woke up with a large wet patch on the bedsheet.

It was just a dream. The real thing should be better. I bit my lips as I projected his beautiful, big, black cock in my mind. Today, I would go to Uncle Daren’s place today to submit my findings, and then I would get his cock inside me.

As expected, when I arrived at the house, Mimi was bouncing up and down on Uncle Daren’s cock in reverse cowgirl position, while Mom was sitting on the side couch, watching the man fucking her youngest daughter while rubbing her pussy frantically. I never thought she was that kind of person before. My first impression of my mom was that I thought she would try to hog Uncle Daren’s all for herself,

These two sluts. Today should be my turn. It should be me who bounced up and down on Uncle’s cock!

I was on the verge of snapping; I wanted to push Mimi and claim the place atop my uncle's lap as my own. But my reasoning still won over the urge. Uncle Daren needed me to be a useful girl. What would he think of me if I just pushed the little slut aside, ruining his fun?

I glanced at Mom. And noticed something amiss with her dopey grin. Mom looked quite out of it compared to Mimi, who actually had Uncle Daren’s cock in her pussy. I could tell from my experience as a Private Investigator that she wasn’t in the right mental state. Drugs. I guessed the cause. Was she under the influence of drugs? I frowned; Mom wasn’t the type to use that kind of recreational drug. Did Uncle Daren drug her? In a way, it was wrong, but I couldn’t bring myself to call him out. There was a little part of me that even thought: ‘If he wanted to drug her, maybe I should assist him instead; maybe I should drug a few other girls too. I would be useful to him that way.’ I kept the thought at the back of my mind.

I just waited there in silence, watching them having sex. Mimi let out a guttural moan as she impaled herself on Uncle Daren’s black cock. Her body shuddered; she finally orgasmed. Moments later, Mom followed suit. My opinion of her plummeted. What kind of mother took pleasure from watching her daughter get fucked? What a slutty pervert.

Uncle Daren lifted Mimi from his lap, and after he was no longer obstructed by Mimi’s body, he finally noticed my presence. He glanced at the folder of documents in my hand.

“Have you done what I asked you to investigate?”

I moved toward him and handed the folder to him.

He opened the folder and seemed to just skim over the files. “As expected, that ingrate little jerk really had no shame,” he grumbled, and then put down the folder

“Good job, bitch. As a reward, you can clean my cock.”

I didn’t care whether Uncle Daren called me bitch or slut. The term sounded endearing rather than insulting in my ear if he was the one who said it. I knelt and started licking his cum coated cock clean. I could taste Mimi’s pussy juice on his cock.

The taste of his cock lingered in my mind after that day; it’s hard to focus on my work and maintain my professionalism when I randomly thought about his cock. I had dressed sexier than usual with a miniskirt and tight blouse that outlined my curves. Uncle Daren wanted me to dress sexier but still maintain my professional look; nobody would take me seriously if I looked too slutty. My hand wandered under my miniskirt from time to time; it felt like my hand had a mind of its own. I couldn’t prevent my hand from stealing a chance to rub my pussy.

Focus, bitch. I can masturbate all I want at home. Right now, I needed to focus on what Uncle Daren asked me to do. The urge to rub my cunt finally lessened as I focused my mind on the task given by Uncle Daren.

He wanted me to gather more information and also find more connections that could be of help for him. Scott Robinson and Caleb Lebron; he wanted me to gather information about these two especially. Caleb Lebron was the inmate from my previous investigation, but who was Scott Robinson?

It seemed Lady Luck was on my side that day. One of my former clients, Josephina, visited me for a new job. She told me something really interesting about a mind-controlled woman, about a mind controller named Darel Lebron, and about a young man that she recently helped named Scott Robinson.

Darel Lebron was another name for Uncle Daren. If she had told me a few days ago, I might have turned my back on Uncle Daren and helped Josephina genuinely; unfortunately for Josephina, she was late. Uncle Daren had reinforced my conditioning yesterday after he fucking me. He told me that he mind-controlled my mom and sister and turned them into sluts. He had influenced my mind too. Maybe, if I wasn’t too drunk in the orgasm afterglow, I would resist his conditioning and argue that what he did to my family was bad. Unfortunately, he fuck me so good and messed me up. His big black cock had ruined my Indian pussy for any other man. So what if he mind-controlled me? As long as I could feel that kind of mind-blowing pleasure again, it’s a fine trade-off. Granted, there was still some grudge and rebellious desire deep down in my mind that hadn’t fully scraped away. I didn’t desire to go against Uncle Daren, but I was still capable of playing a little prank. How would Uncle Daren punish me? Would he spank my ass?

A light bulb went on in my mind. I intentionally told Josephina a bit about Uncle Daren after she asked me why I dressed sexier. Josephina was the type of lady who was curious about this kind of mysterious plot. As I expected, she took the bait and began to be suspicious of Uncle Daren. I told her that I would arrange a meeting with him and gave her an address to Uncle Daren’s newly opened gym.

Would Uncle Daren turn such an old lady into his slut? I doubt it, but Josephina had more value than her body. She was a rich lady who had a lot of connections. The quality that Uncle Daren was looking for.

I met with Scott after Josephina brought me to her summer house. I used the chance to scrutinize the young man’s look. He looked like a nerd that never lifted a heavy thing in his life. A frail, wimpy weakass, incomparable to the strong, real man like Uncle Daren.

Josephina and Scott hired me to investigate an address and look for a person. The person and address were vague. Scott said he was looking for a friend of her Aunt that could help him with his trouble.

I took notes of the information. I didn’t directly agree to take the job, Instead I made him another deal. I wanted Scott to ‘save’ my mom and sister from Uncle Daren’s hypnotic influence. It was to make them think I was on their side. I actually wonder how he would do it; I doubt the wimp could truly break Uncle Daren’s control. Anyway, I lose nothing. If those two were successfully saved, I would get Uncle Daren for myself.

I gave Uncle Daren information about Josephina after the meeting, but intentionally left out that Josephina knew Scott. Would he reward me or punish me after he found out about Josephina's connection to Scott later?

Later that night. Uncle Daren called me to come to the gym as quickly as possible to entertain his guest. I never doubted that Josephina would bite the bait, so I had been ready somewhere near the gym. I brought Mimi to Uncle Daren’s underground gym.

I was wearing pink skintight yoga pants and a sporty crop top; meanwhile, Mimi chose to go full slut with white, sexy mini-bloomer shorts that looked like panties instead of pants and a white sports bra. She also had dyed her hair blonde and styled it into twintails.

Mimi quickly clung to Uncle Daren as soon as she spotted him like the bratty slut she was.

“Is she really Lakshmi Mohen?” Josephina asked in wonder after she saw Mimi strip naked for Uncle Daren. Josephina knew a few things about my family from our interaction. She knew that I had a little sister who was in law school. She probably was in shock watching the so-called law school graduate act like a slutty brat.

“She is. She prefers to be called Mimi now,” the black man answered Josephina's question.

“Mimi…” Josephina mumbled the name. “I assume you make her a bimbo.”

“And what about Astrid? What did you do to her?”

“More or less the same. I made her infatuated with me, but unlike Mimi, her priority isn’t to entertain me by acting like a slut in heat; instead, I made her channel her infatuation differently. Astrid is not a brat who can only seduce me with her body, but a responsible eldest sister. I planted in her the need to prove herself useful. Of course, I didn’t keep her as a boring professional, but let her be a flirty, hot girl.”

When he had finished explaining to Josephina, I chimed in, “Yes, I’m happy that I can be useful to you. So, what can I do for you, Uncle Darel?”

“Entertain our guest here; I want you to strip each other bare, do it sexily,” he commanded.

Mimi rose from his lap and walked toward me. We started with a dance sensually, before our hands wandered to each other’s bodies. Mimi fondled my boobs, and I fingered her pussies. Mimi orgasmed first from my fingering, while I endured longer.

Mimi took her revenge afterward; she pried open my pussy with her fingers. One finger, two fingers, three fingers, slowly, the bratty slut pushed her whole fist into my cunt. Her hand was like a huge, thick cock; she was tearing my pussy apart. It was painful, but a moment later, Mimi quickly pulled her hand out of my cunt and in an instant, I was washed with relief and pleasure. I orgasmed. Pussy juice gushed from my cunt like a broken faucet.

“Would you like to play with these two?” Uncle Daren asked Josephina.

“Mimi, let Madam Josephina undress your sports bra,” he commanded Mimi without waiting for Josephina’s answer.

“Yes, Daddy.”

Mimi became energetic again and quickly stood up. Mimi stopped in front of Josephina and turned around. She posed in a way to make it easy for Josephina to undress her bra.

Josephina still hesitated. She opened and closed her mouth several times without saying anything.

Uncle Daren looked at me; without him needing to say a word, I knew what he wanted me to do. I shook off the exhaustion from the last orgasm and walked toward Josephina. Instead of stopping in front of her as Mimi did, I stopped behind Josephina. I guided Josephina's hand like a puppeteer to unhook Mimi’s bra.

“Don’t think too much, Josephina. Just enjoy the moment,” I whispered. I let Josephina fondle my sister’s boobs.

“Her tits feel so soft and good to squeeze, don’t they? You know what's better? Fondling her tits while kissing the slut’s lips.” I kept encouraging her. I no longer guided her hand. I patted her back and pushed her gently closer to Mimi

Josephina kissed Mimi and played with her tits. The mature lady became even more passionate after she was stimulated by Mimi’s finger on her cunt. She no longer fondled the young indian girl’s tits gently, but squeezed them as hard as she could while their tongues interlocked in a kiss. A few moments later, Josephina came.

“Astrid, please hold her! Don’t let Madam Josephina escape,” Uncle Daren issued another command.

I embraced the exhausted Josephina from behind; she struggled weakly for a moment before Uncle Daren flashed Josephina with a subliminal video. Her body became still.

“Can you tell me where and from whom you heard about me?” Uncle Daren asked.

“Scott. Scott Robinson,” the mind-controlled Josephina replied in a monotonous tone.

The black man shifted his gaze to me with wariness; he realized that I might withhold information that I had given him.

I released Josephina from my embrace.

“Please punish me, Uncle; I shouldn’t keep the information about Scott secret,” I admitted my mistake and pleaded to be punished.

I moved my body up and down, doing several repetitions of half-squats. Whenever I got down, Uncle Daren’s cock slid up on my pussy.

I thought he would turn me into a mindless bimbo as punishment, but he didn’t. I was still the professional PI who wanted to be useful to him. But no punishment might be the worst punishment. I felt so guilty about what I did. He should have punished me, but he rewarded me by letting me squat over his cock. The pleasure I got was accompanied by soul-crushing guilt. The stronger the pleasure, the heavier the guilt that I felt. I felt worthless. The guilt had destroyed any traces of self-esteem and self-respect that I had. I orgasmed again as I impaled myself on Uncle Daren’s cock; this one was stronger than when Mimi made me cum. The mind-blowing orgasm also destroyed the last sense of self that I had, but it seemed to rebuild me from the inside. There was no longer Astrid who would hide things from Uncle Daren, but only a bitch who was entirely loyal to her Master.

Back to present.

“Sorry to make you wait, Mr. Robinson. You know how sometimes girls forget time when they were happily chatting,” I told him. A total lie; I had spent half an hour having lesbian sex with Josephina on the lawn. Ever since that day in the gym, I felt insatiable. Lesbian sex with Josephina helped to cool the fire for a bit.

I could feel his anxiousness and suspicion by how he looked at me, but he didn’t have any other choice but to believe my word. He didn’t trust me, but he trusted Josephina. Unfortunately for him, Josephina was on my side.

“Mr. Robinson, is there anything wrong with my face? You look at me so intensely.”

“Nothing, sorry for my rudeness.”

“Oh, it’s fine. I feel appreciated, actually,” I replied. “I have arranged the thing you needed. First, we will meet with our target to talk. After the talk, we will go to my place, where we will proceed with trying to free the target from Darel’s influence. So, should we go now?”

He nodded.

I brought him to our rendezvous place, a small, old cafe in the suburbs. My mom had waited there together with another person. Beside my mom was Mrs. Chiwa Saito, whom I usually called Mrs. Saito. Mrs. Saito was Mom’s neighbor. She was actually quite a homely and traditional Japanese woman, but Mrs. Saito in front of her looked like a sexy whore who just finished her night job. The master had been slowly taking control of the neighbourhood, and Mrs. Saito was one of them.

I feigned a bit of worry and surprise, so Scott thought that Mrs. Saito was an unforeseen problem.

I took the initiative to drag the Japanese lady away to the restroom, leaving Scott to handle my mom alone.

“So, what could I do for you, Astrid?” The Japanese woman asked. She didn’t feel weirded out that Astrid dragged her to the restroom. Whether it was a man or woman, as long as they paid, she would give them a good time. Her boss told her that she was a whore.

“Let me see your skill in licking pussy,” I told her.

With how drastic her change from demure housewife into a vulgar whore, I bet that her inhibition was also mostly gone.

“I didn’t expect that you are a lesbian, Astrid. But as long as you pay me, I’m fine with eating your pussy.”

“I don’t think I'm a lesbian. I think I’m more on the bisexual side. I just had my first experience with a woman this morning.” I slipped some folded dollar bills on her cleavage.

“You are such a greedy girl, sweetie. You just got someone to eat your pussy, and you want more now, and you said you aren’t a lesbian,” Mrs. Saito said sarcastically, but the Japanese MILF had knelt before me and lifted my skirt, ready to dive for my pussy.

“I need to gather enough evidence to make sure I am bisexual,” I replied.

The black-haired Asian MILF chuckled and started to eat my pussy without saying anything further.

She was slightly worse than Josephina; Josephina easily found and licked my sensitive spot, while Mrs. Saito took a while to find the right spot. She looked like a slut, but she was still a good, docile housewife in sexual experience. But her lack of skill was compensated with her passion; she licked my cunt with energy compared to the more mature Josephina.

I finally came from her tongue stimulation. The orgasm felt good, but if you had experienced a mind-blowing orgasm from Master’s cock, this one is just good enough to scratch the itch.

After our session, I sent Mrs. Saito away from the back door.

I had left the pathetic wimp with my mom long enough. I tidied my skirt and walked back to the cafe room.

Scott looked flustered when I returned. Mommy slut probably teased the hell out of the poor boy.

“He isn’t as good as you tell me, but I am willing to give him another chance.” She genuinely sounded disappointed. I did understand her feeling; Scott’s performance was pathetic.

“How about coming to my place? You can have as much fun as you want with him there. My place isn’t far from here,” I said to her.

She agreed, and the three of us got into our cars. I drove slowly while counting down. 3…2…1…Mom quickly jumped into action and covered Scott’s mouth with a handkerchief laced with chloroform from the backseat until he fell unconscious.

As we arrived at my place, Mom sat down on the chair in the center of the garage.

“Is it really safe?” She asked.

I shrugged my shoulders. I didn’t know the answer and chose to be silent, but even the wimp survived the electrocution. Mom looked unwilling, but it was a necessary part of the plan. Surprisingly, I didn’t feel any sadness or guilt when I covered her nose with a chloroform-laced handkerchief. I was more scared of failing to complete Master’s plan.

And now, I just need to wake him up. I look at the wimp, our would-be ‘hero’ in the script written by Master.

Continued in the next Part >>>

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