Jan. Week 3: A Long Weekend-Leah says "On my tits!"

Leah trembled with anticipation as she knelt before Coach Reed, her hands cupping her breasts, offering them up to him like a sacred offering. Her eyes gleamed with adoration and a hunger that was almost feral.

“Please, Coach,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. “I want to feel it on me. Please, cum on my tits. I want to feel you on my skin.” She arched her back slightly, presenting herself more fully, and watched as his expression shifted from amused dominance to something more primal and reverent.

“Fuck, Williams,” Reed groaned, his hand working his cock with urgent, rough strokes. “You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you? Look at you, tits out, begging for it. Like a fucking pornstar.” He leaned in, his cock pulsing in his grip, aiming for her chest. “Bet you practiced this a lot, didn’t you? Teasing all the guys, making them want you.”

His words were a mix of humiliation and thrill, setting her skin on fire. She nodded mutely, her breath coming in quick gasps, eyes locked on his cock. She could feel the weight of his gaze, the intensity of his lust, and it made her feel alive, every second an exquisite ****.

“Hold them together,” Reed commanded, his voice low and shaking. Obediently, she pushed her breasts closer, creating a deep line of cleavage.

“Good girl,” he panted, stroking himself faster, the head of his cock aimed directly at her chest. “Don’t you dare move until I say so.”

She couldn’t have moved if she wanted to. She was transfixed, eager for the feel of him, the warmth of his release on her skin. Her eyes begged, open and shameless, as Reed jerked his cock faster, his body tensing with the effort of holding back.

“Beg for it,” he gasped. “Keep begging for it.” The first jet of cum must have bounced off her throat and gone everywhere. Leah kept begging and Coach Reed kept cumming.

"Oh my god please give me that fucking cum!" Leah could hardly believe she was saying that like some cheap porno star, but she was.

A surge of ivory cream began to drip down towards her breasts, warm and thick. The next flurry of goo landed all over he left breast and cleavage in non-sensical patterns like a horrible rendition of a Pollack painting, leaving patches of white, dripping down her cleavage.

When he finally finished, body shaking, he stepped back, admiring his work. Leah looked down at herself, her chest heaving, skin sticky and cooling. She felt marked, claimed, and she reveled in it. The humiliation was sweet, electric, awakening every nerve ending.

“Fucking hell, Williams,” Reed panted, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. “Look at you. Perfect little slut...”

“That was...a lot,” she panted, a smirk playing on her lips. Leah stood slowly, feeling his cum begin to drip down her stomach.

“That's because you are a good little fucking slut and you make me want to fucking explode. SO--you better clean up if you want round two,” he said, pointing towards the bathroom, his grin wide and predatory. “Don’t want that getting everywhere.”

In the bathroom, she inspected herself in the mirror, eyes bright and wild above the streaks of white that traced crude lines down her breasts and stomach. She felt dirty, used, and utterly alive.

Leah washed her breasts and stomach clean of Coach Reed’s cum with a questionably “clean” washcloth that she was able to find. She dropped the washrag on the floor like she was in a hotel. She returned to find him already half-hard again, dick bobbing with slight his pulse as he scrolled through some sports updates on his phone.

“Jesus,” Leah muttered as she approached the bed. “Looks like he is halfway ready for round two. Is that from me or from your sports updates?”

“You inspire me.” Coach Reed said without looking up from his phone (but clearly admiring her out of the corner of his eye). “But looks like if you want any fun you better get him ready.”

Leah could stay for some more...fun...but that might draw some suspicion...