THE NEW COACH CHAPTER 10 (Anna's PoV)

Anna’s PoV:

Work had been so hectic. Because I ditched my work yesterday to meet Darel, my workload for today was practically double. This was even after I delegated some of my work to my subordinate. I could ask my subordinates to do the paperwork, but the heavy duty like meeting our stakeholders and assessing which business decision to take was still on me.

A pile of reports swamped my desk. The right thing to do at this moment was to put all my focus on my work so I could quickly get the report out of my view, but my work efficiency had significantly dropped as my mind was distracted by what happened this morning at home.

When I said to my son that he smelled so bad, I actually could recognize that there was a smell of cum coming from him. How did I recognize that it was a smell of cum? I didn't know. I was not sure why I was suddenly becoming so keen to cum.

I understood that my son was at the age where he explored his sexuality. He probably had a wet dream last night or spent his time masturbating to porn. It was normal for a boy like him, but I couldn't say I wasn't disappointed in him. At the very least, he should have the decency to clean himself before coming to meet me so I wouldn't smell his cum.

Scott’s cum smelled horrible. it made me a little bit nauseous during our conversation. His was incomparable to Darel's intoxicating cum's smell. How could there be a significant difference in how the two smell? The moment I compared these two, my cheek became flushed red. Thankfully, I got my wild thoughts quickly in control before Scott noticed.

What Darel is doing at this time? Is he busy teaching those nubile bitches at school on how to do sports? I recall Scott said that there is a rumor that involves him and the Macmillan little bitch, Tiffany. I will not surprised if it is true; a real man like Darel will be an object of adoration for many women. His charm will probably be super-effective on those young girls who have no real experience in picking the right man for their life. Now, I wonder does he hook up with Macmillan’s matron too?

A surge of jealousy arose inside my chest.

Oh god, what’s wrong with you, Anna? Why did I even feel jealous and miss him?

I tried to shake the thoughts away and back to my work, but my phone suddenly rang, and I saw that Darel had sent me a message. Talk about a coincidence.

Darel: Hey, sweetcheek, don’t you forget to send me daily sexy photos! I don’t care where you are, you have three minutes to send me your pic, or you will be punished.

What are the differences between telling me to take the photos here and punishing me?

Despite my complaint, my hand had moved to pull down my skirt and then unbuttoned the top three buttons on my blouse to show my cleavage. Just a few days ago, I was full of hesitation when Darel asked me to take some sexy pics for him, but now, my body almost moved auto-pilot to fulfill his request.

I didn’t even bother to go to the restroom anymore to take the photo and just took some sexy selfies right there in my office. My secretary's desk was right outside the door and she could enter the room anytime if there was something urgent that needed my immediate attention.

If my secretary opened the room, my career could have been jeopardized right that moment. Was it worth jeopardizing my career to please Darel and win his favor?

A small sane part of my mind told me it wasn’t worth it, but my body begged to differ. The growing wetness in my cunt proved that another side of me was enjoying the ordeal. I could only hope that nothing would be wrong.

I quickly snapped a few sexy selfies that emphasized my current state of dressing from several angles. I even go as far as pulling down my panties and sending Darel a pic of my wet pussy.

I stared at my front door and breathed out a relieved sigh. Nobody was entering the room when I took the selfies.

A few moments later after I sent the photos, Darel reciprocated the gesture by sending his dick pic to me. The dick pic he sent successfully provoked my jealousy. The photo he sent was a photo where a green-haired whore in a skimpy sex demon costume kissed the tip of his dick.

Wait, that green-haired whore looks familiar. Is that Donna!?

Because Scott and Lisa were close friends, I also had quite a good relationship with Donna Kendall, Lisa’s mom. As far as I know, even though Donna was supportive of her daughter’s goth culture, she was never interested in it and even showed her disapproval toward it several times. But now she was dressed in a skimpy demonic costume, had dark makeup, her hair dyed green, and now on her knee worshipping Darel’s dick. What happened to her?

No, I must be mistaken, the whore in the picture can’t be Donna Kendall that I know.

In my curiosity, I sent Darel a message to ask whether the woman in the photo was really Donna Kendall that I knew.

Darel: So, you ask whether the green-haired goth whore is Donna Kendall? Yes, she is. She’s Donna, the mother of Lisa Kendall. Did her new look catch you off guard?

“Did you make her dressed like that? No way Donna willingly makes herself look like that,” I replied.

Darel: “It wasn’t me that made her look like that. You can ask her yourself about why she changed her entire outlook on goth culture. But, I did help a little in opening her mind.”

“Did you persuade her with your cock?”

Darel: “It seems you look down on my capability. I am a man of many skills. Being persuasive and knowing how to encourage and convince someone is a must-have skill for a coach. Persuading someone with my cock is just one of my way, but I don’t persuade Donna with my cock, we just have a very deep heart-to-heart talk. She sucked my cock to thank me for opening her mind.”

“So, who is better at sucking cock, me or her?”

Darel: “You are better, Feeling happy now?”

A smile appeared on my face. Being praised for my cocksucking skill wasn’t something that I ever thought would make me happy.

“So, big guy, do you want to meet up tonight? I want to suck your cock so bad. I also want to ask you something.”

Darel: “What do you want to ask?”

“Do you know about Prospero Lab? My son had asked me about the lab, he was concerned because of the rumor surrounding their PI, Natasha Olsten. I also heard the school organized an excursion to go to the lab.”

Darel: “I know well about the lab. You don’t need to be concerned about the lab and Dr. Olsten, it was me who recommended the place to Amanda for our school excursion. If you don’t feel convinced yet, I can arrange a meeting for you to meet Dr. Olsten. How about I let you two meet before I let you suck my cock tonight?”

“Is this Natasha Olsten also one of the bitch you bang? ”

Darel: “Well, she is one of the first bitches I bang. Did it surprise you that I have fuck a high-profile woman like Natasha?

“Fine, arrange the meeting, I like to see what the first woman you fuck looked like.”

I could feel the anticipation in my chest. The furthest I went with Darel was sucking his cock; I recalled how I almost ask him to fuck me yesterday. By meeting the first bitches he fucked, I might get some insight into Darel’s preference.

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Time quickly passed. As soon as the office hours ended, I clocked out, deciding not to take any overtime work for tonight so I could meet up with Darel.

I drove my car to a bar where I and Darel had decided to be our meeting place. It was a quiet, comfy bar with a few visitors somewhere in the downtown. I would mistake the bar for a lesbian dive bar if Darel wasn’t present because except for him, as far as I could see the bar didn’t have any other male in the building. From their bartender to the waitress, and their customers, all were women. And none of those women looked bad.

Darel waved his hand to me to make me come to his table.

“So, where is this Natasha Olsten? You said you would let us meet,” I asked.

“She’s waiting in the private room. Rather than talking in a public space, talking with her privately will offer you a chance to ask even the most intimate questions. I know you will have many questions to ask when you meet her.”

I nodded. Darel could be so considerate at a time, sometimes I forgot that he was the brother of the bully who became a nightmare for my son, and also someone who asked me to send him sexy selfies even when I was in the middle of work.

“Lead the way.” I then followed Darel to the private room. I thought what would greet me was an intelligent-looking geeky woman, but instead, I met with a platinum blonde-haired bimbo whose body and face were fully altered with cosmetic surgeries. She was clad in nothing but a micro-bikini and lab coat. My eyes automatically stared at the gigantic globe-sized fake tits bolted on her chest.

“Anna, please meet Dr. Natasha Olsten,” Darel introduced.

I stared at Darel, still thinking that this was a joke that he pulled on me.

“What? Do you not believe me when I say that this woman was Natasha Olsten the scientist?” Darel asked me back.

“Yes. I thought she would be more intelligent-looking,” I answered.

“She is still intelligent alright, she just prefers to look like a bimbo. You should not judge a book by its cover,” Darel responded.

“As I said, Master, making me look like a bimbo will only make people question more, you should let me have at least a little breast reduction surgery. This monstrosity on my chest is back-breaking,” Natasha interrupted our conversation.

“Not a chance, Old Cow, I love it when you look ridiculous so people will not take you seriously. Oh, if I hear any more protests about your tits size, I will make you make a fool of yourself and the feminist ideology you believe in a crowded street,” Darel denied the bimbo woman's request.

“I'm sorry, Master. This dumb cow would not repeat her mistake.”

“I need an explanation, why does Dr. Natasha Olsten look like this? And why does she call you Master and be subservient to you?”

I looked at Darel with wariness and confusion. There was something strange and very wrong happening between Darel and Natasha.

“Looks like it's time to make you remember stuff so I don't need to waste my time explaining to you again. It’s time for your vitamin cock, Anna.”

“It's time for my vitamin cock…?” I repeated the word with a mumble.

Darel grinned at me with a predatory grin.

A sudden outburst of memories then resurfaced in my mind. A set of different memories which were different from what I remembered.

“It's time for my vitamin cock,” I repeat the word once again.

My thoughts cleared and I remembered what really happened. I remembered what happened at the beauty salon; what Eeralda did to me; what Darel was capable of doing with women's minds. I remembered it all now.

It wasn't my first meeting with Natasha, I saw her in the salon's staff-only lounge yesterday. Darel had made me forget what happened in the salon and gave me a set of fake memories. ‘it's time for my vitamin cock’ was a trigger word he implanted in my mind. When he said the word, I would remember what actually happened yesterday in the beauty salon.

“Have you remembered now?”

“Yes, I remembered it all now, you smooth criminal,” I answered. I was pissed at him but I still couldn’t help to look at the man with affection.

“So, can you guess now why Natasha looked like this?” Darel asked me.

“You somehow tinkered and influenced her mind and then made her your subservient servant.”

“Bingo. She was my first thrall. I was one of the low-ranked lab assistants in her lab. Yes, I was working in Prospero Lab. Natasha was working on a deep-learning device to insert knowledge instantly into people's brains, as fancy as it was described, it was thorough and through a mind-controlling device if it fell into the wrong hands. Natasha here was a hardliner man-hating lesbian feminist before I changed her, she hated my guts so much. She dreamed of using her invention to influence public figures to have the same staunch radical feminist ideas as her. She had used it on her fellow lab researchers to make them gradually embrace her views. When I realized what happened in the lab, I concocted some plan to turn her device against her. Changing her from a man-hating lesbian feminist into a submissive slut that can’t have enough of my cock,” Darel narrated.

“So, you use that device on my mind too?” I asked.

“Precisely speaking, No. Ever since the day I took over the labs, we have gone a long way and reached some new highs in regard to mind-controlling devices. I have a lot of mind-controlling tools in my arsenal now and no longer need someone to be strapped in a chair to brainwash them. For example, I influence your mind using several combinations of subliminal messages and fast-acting mind-control substances.”

I should be feeling angry at the revelation that he had mind-controlled me, but no, I couldn’t exert any anger at him, instead, I was feeling grateful that he was being truthful to me so I knew where this feeling of craving his cock originated from. The revelation had wiped out any conflicted feeling I had.

“Are you not feeling angry with me when you know that I somehow control your mind?” The man looked at my reaction curiously.

“Didn’t you make me unable to anger you?”

He shook his head, “No, ever since our fucking session yesterday, I lifted any command related to suppressing negative emotion you have toward me, else the challenge of conquering you will be too easy, sure I still made you crave my cock so even if you are angry with me, you will crawling back to me, begging me to fuck you.”

“I should thank you then, big guy. If it is not because of you making me love your cock, I wouldn’t know what I was missing in this life. That I need a big real man’s cock inside me, I like it and fucking glad for it,” I said to him while my hand moved to rub his crotch.

“So, Master, do you want to continue being lovey-dovey with her? This is such a waste of my time you know, I can better use the time to mindfuck other bitches and create another batch of devoted sluts for you if you just let me holed in my lab,” Natasha interrupted us once again.

“Yes, it would be a waste to just let you stand around. I have promised Anna to let her know you better, so I want you two to bond through sex.”

“You want me to fuck her?” I said in a shocked tone. “I am not a lesbian. I never fuck a woman before.”

“There is always a first time for everything, sweetcheek. I’m not a big fan of lesbians, but seeing a woman fucking another woman was something I never thought would find entertaining. Go on, try to fuck her, don’t you want to show her who the boss that deserves my cock is? I have prepared the strap-on if you want to use it.”

It was a tempting offer. He was right, if I never tried it once, I wouldn’t know whether I liked it or not.

"Lick with my pussy, worthless bitch,” I didn’t know where to start so I just go with how I imagined the dominant lesbian would do it.

Natasha let out a defeated sigh and then followed my command. She kneeled before me and put her mouth right on my pussy.

“That's a good start, I love how you put yourself as the dominant one and degraded Natasha,” Darel praised me from the side.

As expected from a former lesbian, Natasha’s cunt munching skills were superb. Her tongue seemed to know where my sensitive spot was.

“Yes, that’s the spot, you really born naturally as cunt-munching bitch,” I moaned.

“You seem to enjoy it, see, I say you will not regret trying,” Darel remarked.

“Yes…yes…she good as cunt licker, but she still has a long way to beat your cock, darling.”

I saw Darel had fished his cock out from his trouser and began to rub it as he watched Natasha eating my cunt.

“Of course, I am better than her, you can’t compare me to a fuckmeat like her.”

“Yes, she’s just a fuckmeat. Women are just fuckmeat for you. Sorry to compare your majestic cock to a worthless fuckmeat like her. Us, bitches, are merely fuckmeats that exist to amuse you,” I let degrading words I normally never said slip through my mouth as lust had fully clouded my mind.

Did I mean it? Maybe. As I got closer to the edge, my belief that we are really just horny bitches that exist for Darel’s amusement grew stronger.

I began to leak my juice on Natasha’s face, but like someone who braved a storm, she didn’t stop licking my cunt even when I drenched her in my juice. I gasped as Natasha hit one of my sensitive spots, “I’m going to cum – ” I was unable to hold back my orgasm anymore and opened the floodgate. I squirted all over her face like a broken faucet.

Natasha parted her lips from my pussy. My knees lost their strength and I fell to the ground. Both of us just sat down on the floor, panting for breath.

“Tired already? Oh, come on. We still had a long night. If you want to be more than fucktoy and become my woman, you need to put more effort, babe.” He continued, “Now is my turn to feel your lips, whoever crawled here first, will get to suck my cock, and the loser will get to slap her cunt for my amusement.”

I dragged my tired body and crawled toward him, beside me, I saw Natasha do the same. Now, it became a competition between us to see who reached Darel first.

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