[F]ucked My Tennis Coach

In my mind, he’s hung like a bull. And that big, thick cock is stretching my tight Asian pussy to its limits. He is mercilessly pounding away in my barely legal cunt. My face buried is in the cushions of his dingy office couch so nobody can hear me whimper and scream as he violently thrusts until I feel his hot cum filling me up.

My pleated tennis skirt was on the floor next to my boring white panties. My white cotton tank top was tossed over the arm of the couch. My sports bra was pulled up. My tits ached from the rough way he’d grabbed them.

He was still fully dressed and trying to catch his breath. He’d only opened his shorts enough to get his dick out in a hurry. It was raining outside. I was still in high school. A few weeks before that day I’d still been a virgin. I remember every detail. It’s a movie that plays over and over in my mind. And it always leaves me wet and in need. I wasn’t exactly a good girl before that day, but it was definitely the day I became a full-blown slut.

It’s not the only time Mark fucked me. But it was the first time. I was eighteen. He was my 30-year-old tennis instructor. I didn’t tell a soul at the time. I didn’t have many friends. I definitely couldn’t tell my family. After that first time, I just kept going to my lessons. He’d spend half the time instructing me, get anxious, and then take me in his office and fuck my high school pussy. After he’d talk about how it was our secret and I couldn’t tell anyone and it felt wrong. But he never passed up the opportunity to have his way with me. Or to cash the checks my parents sent him each month to fuck their teenage daughter.

I can’t say I didn’t invite the attention. I was a pretty awkward kid. My parents were stereotypical wealthy Asian immigrants. They bordered on abusive and demanded success. I was expected to be well-rounded, talented, social, pretty, and the best student in my class.

Unfortunately, I was a pudgy introvert with glasses. A lot of kids in my position find some way to rebel. I was definitely angry. I wanted a normal life that didn’t involve spending every waking moment on school and mandatory extracurriculars. I resented my very conservative parents at times, even though I knew they just wanted me to be successful and find a nice husband.

Tennis was the one thing I got to choose. I wasn’t interested in dance classes. My mother thought all cheerleaders were sluts and team sports were for dykes. If only she knew that I was destined to eat pussy no matter what. Tennis was our compromise.

I wasn’t going to get a scholarship as a pudgy, short Asian girl, but I was good enough to make my high school team and the activity actually gave me a lot of self-confidence and a place to get away from the stress of school and my parents. When I asked for private lessons my parents were supportive. It was exactly the kind of thing they liked spending their money on.

Mark was a pretty typical country club pro. White. Fit. Handsome. A former collegiate athlete who wasn’t good enough to play on any tour but was happy to spend his days working with rich kids and flirting with bored trophy wives.

Even in high school, I was perceptive enough to realize he was fucking around with the older women at the club. Some were rich single moms, but most were married and ten to twenty years older than him. He was almost always the one to initiate it. He flirted and ogled them constantly. I’m sure it’s attention most didn’t get at home. I thought of him as a creepy pervert, but he was a good coach.

I don’t know how old I was when he started ogling me. I played a lot of tennis in high school and also got into weight training. By my senior year, my body had transformed. I wasn’t thin, but I was very fit with thick thighs, a tiny waist, and big tits, at least for a petite Asian woman. But I was still awkward and nerdy and focused on good grades, so I wasn’t getting any attention at school.

My hormones were out of control. I read erotica all the time. I watched pornography online. I masturbated at least once a day.

I lost my virginity to a friend of a friend at an Asian party. He was a couple of years older than me and only showed me a tiny bit of attention before I threw myself at him. He tried to get a blow job off me when he realized I wanted him. I insisted on fucking. We snuck off to his SUV and went at it in his back seat. I never told him I was a virgin. The sex didn’t even last ten minutes and after it was over he lost all interest in me. He didn’t even brag to his friends about what had happened because I was irrelevant.

I was flattered when I noticed Mark’s attention. He was hot. He had his pick of “cougar” types at the country club, but he was still checking me out. It was an ego boost.

So maybe I was asking for it. I definitely leaned into it in a sassy teenage way. I wore more tank tops to show off my ample tits. He always stared. I bent over a lot. I started flirting and filling our conversations with innuendos that I considered clever, though looking back they were definitely juvenile. Mostly things I heard bolder girls use at school to throw male teachers off balance.

Mark wasn’t thrown off balance at all. He engaged in the banter. He’d wink a lot. He leered at my body. He never called me sexy or beautiful but made a lot of comments about how I looked so much fitter and how my body had really blossomed over the years. He often told me that I was going to drive men wild.

The day it happened was in the spring of my senior year. I’d gone for a lesson after school. It was overcast and started to rain. I had on a white tank top and white pleated skirt. Everything clung to my body. We went to his office. That part wasn’t unusual. It had rained during a session before. We’d watch videos of my matches and he’d give feedback.

His off was in the basement of the clubhouse. There were a few other offices down there, but never many people around. He had a desk, some chairs, a big couch, a television, and some shelves. It was a typical office.

He couldn’t take his eyes off me in my wet top. I had a duffle with a change of clothes. I made a show of bending over to pick it up off the floor. I scratched my thigh and pushed my skirt up a bit. His eyes were glued to me.

“I’m wet all over,” I said playfully. I was young enough to think I was being subtle.

“Is that so?” Mark asked.

I felt his hand on the small of my back. I pushed my ass back into his crotch. I was trying to be a tease. I didn’t expect anything to happen.

Mark groaned a little. He rubbed himself against my ass.

“That feels good. Are you really wet all over?” he asked.

He kept brushing his cock against my ass. It was obviously intentional, but we hadn’t crossed a line yet. He could play it off as an accident, even if we both knew it wasn’t.

I turned and faced him.

“Yes,” I said. “All over. It happens a lot when I’m here.”

He knew exactly what I was suggesting, but he had no way of knowing if I was just a brat trying to tease him or get a reaction. He had a decision to make. I made it easy for him when I initiated our first kiss.

I had to stand on my tiptoes to do it. But he didn’t stop me. A grown man employed by my parents kissed and groped an eighteen-year-old high school girl.

I wasn’t thinking about sex at that moment. That’s not how a young woman’s mind works. I don’t know what I imagined. Making out? Him confessing feelings for me? A secret love affair? Romance? Those are all fantasies that I’d thought of before that day. But at that moment I probably wasn’t thinking at all. I was just acting impulsively. I defintely wasn’t thinking I’d get my face planted on his sofa while he fucked me like a dog, even though my body was on fire from his touch.

It wasn’t like a romance novel or the erotica I’d read. It wasn’t even like the dirty videos I watched online with a slow buildup and lots of foreplay. One minute we were kissing with our mouths closed and his hands were on me. It was forbidden, but still innocent. A moment later he was trying to get my clothes off. He fumbled with the zipper at the side of my skirt. It was frantic.

I was excited and nervous and not at all in control. I didn’t have time to think. He didn’t ask what I wanted and I didn’t say a thing. He pulled my shirt over my head and lifted my sports bra. He told me my tits were even better than he’d imagined. Then he fondled them roughly. He twisted my big nipples. Then he spun me around and bent me over the arm of the couch. He pulled my panties off quickly. My pussy was soaking wet. He didn’t finger me or ease his cock in. He didn’t use a condom. He just buried that big dick in my tight little twat.

I couldn’t even look back at what was happening. I moaned loudly and he shoved my face into the sofa cushions.

“Nobody can hear us,” he scolded.

He tried to go slow at first. He was very verbal.

“I’ve been dreaming out this tight Asian pussy for so long,” he said. “Do you like this big dick in your tight young pussy?”

All I could do was moan approval into the pillow.

“You’ve been such a cock tease, haven’t you, Jun?” he asked. “I know you’ve been teasing me with those big titties. You’re just a little whore, aren’t you?”

I just kept moaning. My senses were overwhelmed. I was exhilarated and nervous at the same time.

He felt SO big inside me. I didn’t own any sex toys and I’d only had the one cock that wasn’t that impressive.

Mark fucked faster and harder. It was completely unlike my first experience. That boy had been tentative and awkward. He moved like he was afraid to cum.

Mark was confident. He fucked like he wanted nothing more than to blow his load in me. I whimpered and moaned as he pounded my inexperienced pussy. I felt my muscles start to spasm. I couldn’t believe I was going to cum. I hadn’t even been close with the boy at the party.

“You’re going to take this load,” I heard Mark say. “Take this load you’ve been trying to get for months.”

He came inside me just minutes after my orgasm. He didn’t pull out. He put every drop in my pussy.

Afterward, he went straight into panic mode.

“You know this has to be our secret, Jun,” he told me. “We could get in a lot of trouble if anyone finds out. I could lose my job. Your parents wouldn’t be happy with you, either. I’d have to tell them you seduced me.”

He never mentioned that it couldn’t happen again. I got dressed and went home without saying much to him. I remember the feeling of walking into past my mother and feeling like she’d be able to read it on my face, but she didn’t say anything.

To his credit, he didn’t act like nothing had happened. When I showed up for my next lesson he immediately said what had happened was wrong and that I shouldn’t have started it. He told me again that it had to be our secret. Again, he emphasized that I had initiated it and he had just reacted like any man would. He still never suggested it couldn’t happen again. He stopped just short of outright propositioning me, but he was definitely hinting that it might happen again.

I agreed with him. I told him he was right and that I shouldn’t have started it and that I was baiting him, which was the truth. I promised it would be our secret. Then I added that it would be our secret if it happened again.

“It shouldn’t happen again,” he said. “Is that what you expect? That it will happen again?”

“I wouldn’t mind it,” I confessed. “Boys don’t notice me. And there is so much I want to try before I go off to college.”

“I find a hard time believing boys don’t notice that incredible body,” Mark said.

“They think I’m a nerd. They don’t want to be seen with me.”

“Boys don’t know what they like yet,” he said. “You’re going to get a lot of attention from men.”

He opened his desk drawer and pulled out a box of condoms. It’s hard to say who was manipulating whom. It was obvious that I wasn’t going to be practicing any tennis that day.

“Get on your knees,” he told me.

I didn’t resist. Mark gave me my first lesson in giving head. He let me fumble around and figure it out at first. Then he got impatient and grabbed a handful of my dark hair and fucked my mouth. He dribbled cum all over my white pullover top. I had to throw it away so our housekeeper wouldn’t show my mom when she did my laundry.

That was just the start of my sexual education. We had sex almost every time I went for a lesson after that. Sometimes we had a tennis lesson first. Other times he was just getting paid by my parents to have sex with their daughter. I’d read about things online and ask for it. We did almost everything two people can do alone. He tied me up. He spanked me. He fucked my virgin asshole. He bought me toys and lingerie. It was a dirty thrill leaving my parents’ house with slutty lingerie under my clothes knowing I was going off to spend the afternoon fucking. They never had a clue.

I know he fetishized me. He got off on my race and age. Every now and then he’d tell me I was special or bring up feelings he had for me, but it felt like he was just trying to tell me what he thought I wanted to hear. I definitely didn’t feel a thing for him. He was attractive, but it was purely transactional for me. I approached it like my studies. I wanted to learn more and experience new things.

By the end, I was completely in control of the situation. I led every sexual encounter. I got what I wanted. He didn’t demean me. If I held out just a little, he’d practically beg. When I was ready to go off to college I didn’t have a reason to keep taking tennis lessons back home. He tried to convince me I needed them and should stay active in an adult league. I don’t know if he just wanted to keep getting paid or keep getting pussy. Probably both.

We fucked at least 50 times in a few months. Ten years later, I can barely remember the details of most of our encounters, but that first time is tattoed on my brain. He didn’t wait for me to say yes. He didn’t care about my pleasure. He bent me over the arm of the couch and used me like a whore. I fantasized about it daily for months. Even after we’d fuck, I’d go home and get myself off thinking about the first time. Without telling him, I even fucked other men hoping for that same intense experience, but nothing lived up to that rainy day in his office.

I’m almost 30 now. I don’t try to bait men anymore. At least not often. I don’t fuck strangers like I did in my college days. And I don’t think about sex with Mark daily. Sometimes I even go months without thinking about it. And then one day it’s back. And for a week I find myself chasing that high again. Even if it’s just alone in my home face down on the couch with a toy, like today.

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