THE NEW COACH CHAPTER 11 (Anna's PoV)

Anna's PoV:

Natasha and I competed to crawl to Darel first. Even though I had some headstart by crawling toward Darel first, Natasha quickly overtook me and reached Darel first, not surprising considering I was still exhausted after the previous orgasm.

“Well, it’s too bad for you, Anna. Natasha is the winner in this one, so, while I fuck her, I want you to slap your cunt until I put my load inside Natasha. Also, when you are at it, for each slap, I want you to say one negative thing about you, it can be your mistake, incompetency, or well, anything negative.”

“Must I? I can serve you together with Natasha, people said, having your dick double-teamed by two MILF will feel heavenly,” I tried to shirk the penalty game by convincing Darel to let me serve him too.

Darel quickly denied my offer. “Oh no, don’t try to get away from the penalty, your only option is doing this or never having my cock ever again.”

“Ugh…Fine, I’ll do it.” I relented, never having access to his cock ever again successfully made me shudder in panic. Maybe when I was less horny, his threat would not be a big deal for me. But right now, I desperately wanted his cock and his threat was very effective on me.

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Natasha’s head bobbed back and forth as she gave Darel a blowjob. I bit my lips in jealousy, imagining that I was the one sucking his cock right now.

Darel took a glance at me, it was my cue to resume slapping my cunt.

“I’m a bad mother!”

*SLAP*

I slapped my pussy hard. It stung. Even though Darel didn’t tell me whether I should slap my cunt as hard as possible, I decided to slap my pussy hard as I thought it would amuse him more. Maybe he would even pity me and ask me to stop earlier.

“I’m a cheating wife!”

*SLAP*

“I lust for my son’s bully’s brother's cock!”

*SLAP*

“I no longer care about my son as long as I can get your dick!”

*SLAP*

By now, the pain in my cunt had made my mind go auto-pilot and words just slipped out unfiltered from my mouth without I care whether it was hurtful or not.

“I fantasize about you turning me into my son’s bully.”

*SLAP*“

“I am wicked bitch.”

*SLAP*

I am a…worthless fuckmeat!”

*SLAP*

“Horny cunt like me… should not be career woman…but your ****.”

I panted for breath, tears of pain already rolled from my eyes.

“Oh fuck, hearing you debasing yourself sound like music in my ear,” said Darel while he continued to face-fuck Natasha.

Was it a compliment? I was unsure, but knowing he got amused by my debasement made me feel fulfilled and that I had accomplished my purpose.

“Please…master…please let this worthless cunt have your cock,” I tried to convince him once again.

“No,” he replied in brief. He said no, but he stopped face-fucking Natasha and with a loud ‘PLOP’ he took his cock out of Natasha’s mouth.

I saw his hard throbbing cock and couldn’t help but gulp down my saliva.

“It would be unfair to Natasha if I fuck you. It is her reward for being the first to reach me in your little crawling competition, but it is not like there isn’t a way to make me fuck you. I will only fuck one of you tonight. At this moment, Natasha holds the right, but if you knock down Natasha, I have **** but to fuck you,” Darel said, a cruel grin plastered on his face.

“If you want to be more than a worthless fuckmeat for me, you need to rise above all my fuckmeat,” he continued.

I understood what he implied. He wanted me to fight and incapacitate Natasha to prove myself. How hard would it be to neutralize a nerd bimbo who spent all her time in the lab like her? I asked myself.

While I thought about fighting her, Natasha looked at me with hostility. There’s no trust or sense of camaraderie between us, to begin with. So, when Darel said if I knocked her out, he would fuck me, it put us on two opposing ends as we were both a bitch in heat who wanted his cock in our holes. Her sudden hostility was a normal response because the fight between us was inevitable except if Natasha gave up on Darel's cock, which I didn't think she would.

I lunged at her without wasting time and giving her much time to prepare. I believed I had a fitter and stronger body than Natasha, so taking her down was a granted outcome.

Natasha, who I thought was in no position to give a proper response, readily fought back. She punched my guts and threw me out of balance. She fought me like she was an experienced fighter despite her body build.

She took her chance when I lost my balance to go around me and put me into a chokehold. I struggled to break free from her hold, but Natasha didn’t budge, and still choked me tightly. I felt weak. My consciousness gradually faded as Natasha cut off my oxygen intake.

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God knows how long I fainted and lost consciousness. When I regained my awareness, I was already back in my bedroom.

How? Did Darel send me back home? My memories were fuzzy, the last thing I recalled was I badly lost a fight against Natasha. Weirdly enough, I couldn’t exert any anger on Natasha.

My loss was expected. I’m a mother of a weak wimp. It’s not surprising that a weak wimp’s mother is also a weak wimp.

I didn’t know where the thought came from, the line of thought didn’t seem right or logical, but my mind accepted it as valid reasoning.

Just look at Natasha, she looks like a brainless bimbo, but she effortlessly beat me. Because she was Darel’s first fucktoy, Darel must have fuck her countless time and give him some part of his strong gene.

I shook my head. No. power didn’t work like that, you couldn’t get strong just because you got fucked a lot by a big, strong man.

But just as before, even if she denied it, her mind seemed to accept the ridiculous nonsense as if it were correct. I could feel that the idea had replaced the old logical concept I knew before.

So, instead of being angry at Natasha who beat me like I was a pathetic wimp, my anger was directed at Scott, my pathetic wimpy son.

No, I don’t have any reason to be angry with Scott. He did nothing wrong, If someone needs to be blamed, I can only blame myself. Why did I marry my irresponsible and pathetic husband? It must be my husband's gene that made Scott pathetic. Like father, like son.

“Fuck, now, I feel worse,” I cursed.

_I need something refreshing right now. _I decided that some wine would work wonders to calm my emotions.

I changed my clothes into a more comfortable camisole top and yoga pants before I exited the room. Once I got downstairs, I realized I had forgotten to wear any underwear. Whatever, it's my own house, nobody can't complain whether I going commando or not.

When I reached the kitchen, I saw Scott finished making a sandwich for himself. Like yesterday, he still smells horrible. I could tell that he didn’t wash his cock after cumming.

“Morning, Mom.” Scott greeted me.

“Morning? What time is it?” I asked.

“It’s almost 7 in the morning, Mom,” Scott replied.

“It’s almost 7? Why don’t you wake me up?” I raised my voice.

“I don’t dare to wake you up.”

“You don’t dare? Right, what did I expect from you,” I said in an exasperated tone.

“Fine. Give me your sandwich and go take a quick shower, you smell like a rotten fish, I’m going to puke if you stay a little longer.”

“Yes, mommy.” Scott quickly retreated after I snatched his newly made sandwich.

After I ate his sandwich, my mind finally got calmer and I realized what hurtful word I had said to Scott.

On one hand, I felt guilty for being overly harsh to my son, but on the other hand, somehow, it made me feel good. Was it what people called guilty pleasure?

I shuddered in fright. From when I regained my consciousness, until now, my mind was full of weird thoughts that were unlike me. Was Darel doing something to me? No, mind control isn’t real. Darel can’t control my mind. All those are my thoughts.

Mind Control wasn’t real, and Darel couldn’t control my mind. That statement sounded right. Mind control was stuff from storybooks, but why I feel I had missed something.

Was Natasha's devotion to Darel because Darel was mind-controlling her? No, Natasha was head over heels and madly in love with Darel so when Darel asked her to make herself look like a bimbo Barbie, she gladly sculpted her body into one despite her ideology as a feminist.

Once more, I felt that something was not right with what I remembered, but no matter how I rummaged my mind, I didn’t find any alternative to how it was supposed to be.

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A few minutes later, Scott returned to the kitchen after he took a shower and changed his clothes. I could no longer smell his horrible cum’s scent.

Our eyes met. Scott looked at me asking for approval.

I still understood my role as his mom. As angry and exasperated as I felt, as his mom, I should reward him if he did well, and punish him if he messed up and did badly. I nodded silently, giving him my approval and permission to sit across me at the dining table. It was also a thank you gesture as I took his sandwich.

“Mom, have you asked your friend about Prospero Lab?” Scott asked.

His question made me recall how Natasha easily beat me and made me feel pissed once more.

“Well, I have talked to my friend, and my friend even arranged the chance for me to talk with Natasha Olsten herself. Natasha is certainly eccentric and her appearance is not conventional. My first impression of her was not the best one. Despite that, after some discussion, I admit I have been prejudiced against her because of her appearance. Natasha is an amazing woman with many talents. I believe that under her leadership, Prospero Lab will achieve its goal of making a breakthrough to empower women.”

I couldn’t believe that I was capable of praising Natasha despite how she has beaten me and made me miss my chance of getting Darel’s cock inside my fuckholes. At first, I planned to badmouth her but changed my mind halfway as I recalled that Darel was the one who recommended the excursion to the Prospero Lab. I didn’t want to give Darel trouble or let Scott clash with Darel.

“Mom, you aren’t brainwashed by Natasha Olsten, right?”

Me? Got brainwashed by Natasha? Well, if I met her at her lab, there was a chance she had a fancy device to brainwash me, but we met at a sleazy bar and she was partially nude. I didn’t think she could brainwash me in that state.

“Why did you think I got brainwashed by Natasha?”

”It is just because many who once said bad things about Natasha have suspiciously turned their opinion of her, and be her staunch supporter once they meet with her.”

“Well, I assure you, Scottie, I’m not her staunch supporter, I don’t want to look like a bimbo like her. I only praise her because she deserves the praise for her achievement despite her looks. So, you don’t need to worry about the lab’s credibility. They are a legit lab. Nothing will happen to your friend.”

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After finishing my sandwich, I went back to my room to prepare myself for going to work. I noticed a new message notification in my mailbox when I looked at my phone.

A slight smile appeared on my face when I opened the message. It was a message from Darel. He sent me an unsolicited dick pic without I needed to send him a sexy selfie like usual. His message was not only just that dick pic.

Darel: “Hey, I’m sorry for what Natasha did to you yesterday, let’s meet up again at my gym after your work today.”

“Okay, this time, you should fuck me so I don’t waste my time meeting you,” I replied.

I never thought that there would be another day when I flirt with another man through a message and ask him to fuck me. Now that I thought about it, my phone was full of messages from my coworker, business partner, or Scott. All treated me with respect. But Darel was an anomaly. Unlike other people, Darel treated me like I was a common woman, and sometimes less than a common woman, a fuckmeat. Granted I felt offended when he did it the first few times, but the more we communicated, the more I accepted how he treated me like just a piece of fuckmeat.

Now, I couldn’t help but be giddy about our meeting like a schoolgirl going to date her crush.

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