Jan. Week 3: A Long Weekend-Leah meets up with Coach Reed

She smiled as she waved goodbye to Jonathan and got in her car. The lies were stacking up but she managed to live through them. As she cranked her car up she noticed how incredibly wet she felt. Was it from sucking Jonathan’s cock? Or was it from anticipation of seeing Coach Reed?

Leah knew she would have to mill about for a while until she linked up with Coach Reed. She went to a local shopping area and tried to peruse the wares, but her mind kept racing about her meeting with Coach Reed. Eventually, he texted her telling her to come over. Leah's stomach was in knots as she entered Coach Reed's house.

"Hey, sexy," Coach Reed said as he opened the door, his toned, shirtless torso on full display. "I thought you might stand me up." He winked before gesturing for her to come inside. Leaning against the door frame, he gave her a once-over that made her skin crawl and tingle in equal measure.

"I said I'd be here." Leah managed, trying to keep her voice steady. She wasn't about to let him see how anxious she was.

"That you did," he purred, licking his lips and motioning for her to follow him into the bedroom. "Well, don't just stand there. I don't have all day." he slapped her on her ass as she passed him. It sent shivers through her.

“Oh in a hurry are we?” Leah said trying to not sound like she was **** to feel his powerful grasp and cock.

“Don’t worry.” he smirked as they walked toward the bedroom. “I am going to take my time.”

Leah and Coach Reed were soon both completely naked. They stood kissing each other in the bedroom.

“I think you are forgetting something.” Coach Reed asked as he pulled away from her soft lips.

“What?” Leah looked at him puzzled.

“On your knees.” He grinned, “You need to learn how to start.”

“Oh you just expect THAT huh?” Leah said with tone of faux defiance. He grabbed her and pulled her to him, one hand around her neck.

“I demand it.” he said as he kissed her ear.”And you know you love doing it you dirty little slut.”

At “slut” Leah got chills, even though the room was anything but cold.

“I do…” she said through a moan.

He released her and put his hands on her shoulders and guided her roughly yet playfully down to her knees.

Coach Reed’s cock was already standing at full attention, the **** of his need almost comedic in its urgency. Leah eyed it with equal parts awe and ravenous delight, tracing the swollen vein with her index finger before circling the tip with her tongue. She was shameless—more than that, she was proud of the power she wielded when she had a man like Reed quivering above her. In the alternate reality of his bedroom, outside social conventions and the ravenous gaze of suburban onlookers, she was free to be the pervert she’d always felt lurking somewhere beneath her cashmere cardigans.

She licked him from base to tip, earning a contented growl, then spread her lips wide around the crown. The heft of him filled her mouth and pressed at the back of her throat; she gagged, then giggled, then took him even deeper, hungry for the challenge. Reed tangled his hands in her hair, treating her skull like a joystick, guiding her pace until it was less of a blowjob and more of a sensual mugging.

“You like that, don’t you?” he grunted, hips bucking in small, mean jerks. “God, you’re such a filthy girl. Keep going. Make it sloppy. God Yes….”

She did as instructed, slobbering over his cock until her chin was glossy with spit. The blowjob morphed into a savage back-and-forth, Reed using her face as a tool for his pleasure and Leah taking secret pride in her Olympic-level submission.

“You love it when I talk dirty to you don’t you?” He asked, pulling her mouth off his cock to hear her response.

“God, yes,” Leah whimpered, her eyes watering as she panted for air. His cock, glistening with her saliva, bobbed before her face like a hypnotic mast. “I... love it when you talk dirty to me.”

The dirty talk escalated along with her arousal.

“Look at you,” he hissed, “down on your knees, loving every moment of it. Suck those fucking balls.”

He commanded, and she obeyed without hesitation, taking Reed’s balls in her mouth and sucking them with a thoroughness she reserved for rare, exquisite things. The taste was more skin than salt, subtle and intimate. He moaned, low and raw as he felt her mouth caress his family jewels.

Leah nearly came just from hearing it, the humiliation and heat twining together in a wild, chemical rush. She continued to seemingly worship his cock with her mouth and hands and soon Reed’s balls tightened against her chin and he was panting , voice ragged.

“Where do you want it, huh? You want me to cum on that pretty face or in your mouth or on those gorgeous fucking tits of yours? God AGHG you AGH are such a secret little slut.” He held his cock near her face like it was a loaded gun ready to go off at a moment's notice.