Submitting to my Coach (pt. 1) [FM] [Cheating] [Fsub-Mdom] [Fingering] [Choking] [Orgasm Denial]

I’ve loved cheer-leading ever since I can remember, but now I’m 18, I feel like I’ve progressed a lot. If I’m ever feeling a bit down and think about skipping after-school practice, I just remind myself of my coach. He’s older, strict, tall and so sexy. With him staring at me in my short skirt, I get so wet that I’ve gotten used to bringing a spare pair of panties with me to practice. I routinely excuse myself half way through and change in the toilets so he doesn’t notice a damp spot. My boyfriend is the total opposite to him, immature and weak, he lacks confidence. Recently I haven’t been able to cum when we have sex unless I fantasise about Mr. Fisher.

Coach and I have gotten used to chatting a bit in his office after a session, it’s always pretty flirty and so much fun. After changing out of my cheer-leading costume, I’m sitting in his office now, wearing my thin top and tight leggings. It’s feels so intimate, just me and him.

“You’re getting really good, I think we should try take this to the next level.” he says, and I blush.

“You really think so? That means so much, especially from you!” I reply.

“I worked you quite hard today, is your body feeling it?” he asks, running his eyes over me, I hope he thinks about holding my naked body tight.

“Um, yeah actually, I feel kind of tired.” I answer, my muscles a bit weak, but with Coach looking at me, my legs weaker.

“Okay, well, a massage can really help with that kind of thing, I’ll write you a note so you can get one.” he says and grabs a pen.

“Could you do it?” I ask and immediately realise how forward that is. He turns to look at me and I panic.

“It’s just I don’t want some stranger’s hands all over me, I’d much rather it be you. Do you know how to do it?” I continue. He thinks for a second and puts the pen down.

“It’s been a little while, but yes, I do know how. Okay, well if you’re ready, lay down here.” he gestures to the massage bed and I’m laying on my front almost before he can finish his sentence.

He presses his strong hands into my shoulder blades, firmly working the knots out with his fingers. A cute sigh slips out but luckily he doesn’t stop. I love when a man treats me a bit roughly, it feels like my boyfriend is always afraid of breaking me. As much coach’s fingers explore my shoulders and back, kneading my tired skin, I’m filled with tingles and it feels amazing. I can feel myself getting slightly wet, there’s no way I can help that though, feeling his powerful hands squeeze me all over.

My phone buzzes and he pauses for a moment. I check it and I have a text from my boyfriend.

*When are you coming to mine?* says his message.

“Who is that?” Mr. Fischer asks while he resumes the orgasmic massage.

“My boyfriend. When is he going to learn that being so needy is a serious turn off?” I answer and start texting back.

*Coach is giving me a massage, it shouldn’t be too much longer.* I send and put my phone down on the side of the desk. I smile and focus on the massage.

It feels like my body just melts in his grip, each time I exhale it’s sounding more and more like a soft moan. His hands slowly traverse down my back, leaving behind a trail of ecstasy. My heart-rate increases when I think he’s about to squeeze my butt, his hands descending from the small of my back. But he stops just before and I sigh.

“It’s also important I massage your legs, you’ve used them a lot today. Is that okay?” he asks me in his sexy, commanding voice.

“Please, your hands feel so good!” I reply in a cute, out-of-breath voice and he starts rubbing my calves, gradually climbing up my legs.

A deep sigh escapes my lungs when he starts squeezing my thighs, his fingers pressing into my sensitive skin is really turning me on, and my pussy is begging to be touched. He keeps massaging my thighs, moving to the inside where it feels even better.

“Spread your legs.” he instructs. I’m so used to taking orders from my coach I don’t hesitate, opening my legs for him. His hands explore higher and higher up my inner thigh, this is driving me crazy.

“You’re so wet, baby.” he says and then runs a finger along my pussy through my leggings, making me moan in pleasure. I must have soaked through my second pair of panties and my leggings too, I just can’t control myself around Mr. Fischer.

“More!” I moan to him softly, needing his hands on my sensitive opening. He responds by massaging my pussy lips with his fingertips from behind.

“Do you like that?” he asks as I squirm under the intense pleasure.

“Yes!!” I answer, sounding like a slut. He keeps touching my drenched pussy as I try to suppress my moans. Then he takes his hand away and falls into his chair.

“Come sit here, baby, we’ll continue like this.” he tells me, and I obediently get up and sit on his lap, facing him. I lean in for a kiss, but his hand snatches my throat and holds me still, making me squeak in shock. As he squeezes my weak neck, his other hand slips down my leggings and panties and I feel his fingers brush my bare pussy. My coach stares deep into my eyes while he rubs my soaked lips. The hand wrapped round my throat isn’t stopping me breathing, but I’m starting to feel a little light headed from his tight grip. As I feel his fingertip start to push inside me, I swallow before letting out a shuddering moan.

His index finger slides into my helplessly wet pussy with ease, and my sensitive hole squeezes him tight. He keeps opening me up slowly as he sinks more of his finger into me. At this point I can feel the effect of him constricting my neck, my head is fuzzy, and it’s getting hard to think. All I can concentrate on is how fucking good his finger feels deep inside me. I moan again, unable to hold back this time and he responds by squeezing my neck even tighter. He curls his fingertip inside me, pressing against my g-spot. He relaxes his grip on my throat, just holding it lightly now while deep sighs drift out through my lips.

He holds my neck, not applying much pressure, and he begins pulling his finger back out of me. He keeps it slightly curled as it pushes its way through my warm insides. He straightens his index finger again and I feel his hand squeeze my throat harder. I had only half recovered, my mind already going blank and I try to moan against his grip. His finger penetrates me deeply again, and I lose it, my mouth hanging open while I moan loudly. The choking is making the world melt away to nothing, only leaving intense pleasure and lust soaking through every inch of my body.

He curls his fingertip like before and slides out of me, watching my perky boobs rise and fall with my short, erratic breaths. He chokes me unrelentingly and enters me again, this time with two fingers. He slowly buries them into my slutty pussy while I lose the ability to think straight. As his index and middle fingers bottom out inside me, my vision starts to fade from the vice grip around my neck. My pussy gets even tighter, squeezing the life out of his fingers and releasing a suffocating pleasure deep within me.

When his fingertips curl against my g-spot again, my hands land against the muscular bicep of the arm he’s choking me with. I hold onto him as my brain fills with a mixture of pressure and bliss, a stuttering moan erupts out of me and my eyes squeeze shut.

Finally, the fingers wrapped around my throat begin to loosen, and I feel blood rush to my brain once more. He rubs my pussy lips and holds my neck lightly and I keep moaning, my pussy just feels so good. I look and see myself dripping onto the floor, leaving behind a small, wet puddle of pure lust.

“You make the cutest faces with my fingers inside you, baby.” Mr Fischer says to me. I massage his strong bicep with both my hands, I love feeling how fit he is. My head is very foggy and even his fingers just tracing my soaked pussy lips feel amazing. My phone gets another notification, it’s a second text from my boyfriend.

*Baby, I want to see you, I can give you a massage at mine if you’d like ;)* me and Mr Fischer read the message and he smiles before sliding his fingers into me again. I moan as he pushes them deep into my soft, warm insides.

“Tell him I’m giving you a better massage than he could.” instructs my coach as I pant and moan back to him in acceptance. I start typing, but the intense choking has made it impossible for me to think straight.

*Sorry! His hands feel way too good, I’m going to be a while longer.* I type back to my boyfriend and Mr. Fischer spreads his fingers apart slightly inside my pussy, stretching me. I send the message and the hand on my neck starts tightening again. I moan uncontrollably, he isn’t giving me any time to recover, he’s just turning me into his dumb, drenched mess.

“Good girl.” he whispers to me, bringing my head closer to his with a firm grip on my throat. I moan with my mouth hanging wide open and I feel my soaked pussy contract on his fingers.

He keeps choking me hard, making me squirm and moan. He pulls me to him and kisses my open mouth, sucking my lips and tongue while my brain goes blank. My tight cunt is feeling so good, and I know he’s going to make me orgasm soon.

“I’m close.” I moan to him as his two fingers open and close deep inside me, stretching me more.

“That’s it, baby, tell me when you’re going to cum.” He instructs and starts sliding his fingers in and out of my faster, making me go insane.

“Oh, oh! I’m gonna cum!” I squeak through his grip, he keeps playing with my pussy but slides his fingers out when I’m right on the edge of my orgasm.

“Not yet, babygirl.” he tells me and squeezes my throat less, only half choking me.

“Nooo! No, I need to cum, I’m so close!” I whine back to him. He chokes me extremely hard for a few seconds, and I realise he’s been taking it easy on me. I cough when he relaxes.

“You’re not allowed to cum yet.” he replies sternly. His fingertips brush my opening, tapping my pussy lips for a second, making me moan, but it’s not enough to let me finish.

“Please, I need it so bad, I’ll do anything!” I beg him, my pussy feels so needy. He thinks for a moment before replying.

“Ok, take a picture of your pussy.” he commands me. I grab my phone in a heartbeat and he slides two fingers deep into my drenched cunt. I take a few photos of his fingers inside me, his hand covered in my juices. He pulls his fingers back out and starts rubbing my clit in small circles, and I know this is going to make me cum so hard.

“Now send it to your boyfriend.” he continues, my brain is so focused on how good my clit feels that it takes me a second to process it. My back arches and I moan loudly as my coach takes me right to the edge of cumming, and then stops.

“No, please! Please let me cum!” I protest and he squeezes my throat hard again while teasing my pussy very lightly, keeping me on the edge of having an orgasm as I twitch.

“Send a photo to your boyfriend, and I’ll let you cum.” he replies. My head is so foggy, and I’ve never been this horny in my life. I know I just have to cum, no matter what. He continues to hold my throat tight and I press send, completely submitting to my coach.

“That’s my good girl.” he whispers and kisses my open mouth while rubbing my clit. As his fingers move in concentrated circles on my sensitive pussy, I can feel my orgasm approaching rapidly. My body starts shaking and I arch my back, all with his strong hand wrapped around my neck.

“I’m cumming!” I scream in pleasure as he finally lets me finish. I shudder uncontrollably and close my eyes tight as he pushes two fingers inside me and holds them there, my pussy contracting on his digits. I soak my coach’s hand and let out moan after moan while I cum hard for him. As my orgasm fades, he lets go of my throat and slides his fingers out of my pussy. Exhausted and panting, I fall against him and he catches me, wrapping his big arms around me as I straddle his crotch. Small shakes still run through my body, and as I recover I feel his hard, throbbing cock underneath me.

“Mr. Fischer, can you fuck me, please!” I beg him in my best cute-whore voice, while I rock back and forth a bit, teasing him. He just gave me the best orgasm of my life with only two fingers, how am I meant to resist his thick cock filling me up? He holds me tight and kisses my neck a bit.

“Are you going to be a good little slut for me?” he asks, tilting my chin up and staring deep into my eyes. I feel almost afraid, but also safe, I guess this is what it’s like to be truly owned by a strong, dominant man.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/de8l6u/submitting_to_my_coach_pt_1_fm_cheating_fsubmdom