my fantasy about my coach came true ;) [FM]

So I used to have the fantasy that involved one of my coaches, and one lucky day, it came true hehe. He was very very attractive. He was about 6’2 or 6’3, with a slim and toned build. He had slightly curly brown hair that was kept short and a closely trimmed beard which I loved. Sometimes he’d shave it and it upset me but every time it grew back he looked amazing. He had like perfect white teeth and gorgeous deep green eyes. He was from the Bahamas and constantly had a slight tannish color. He was older than me but still pretty young. Early 20’s. 24 at most. But one thing that was sure was that he was hot lol. Sex on legs.

At first he actually scared me and seemed really intimidating but I ended up talking to him some and he was a really nice guy. His voice was like music in my ears. It was deep and he had this slight accent that I could never place but also never asked about. Anyways, I always found him quite sexy and would always find excuses to come up to him and talk to him at tournaments. Most of these turned into conversations, which were completely innocent, but I still enjoyed them. He was fun to talk to. Most of the time, he’d be watching a game, but I’d be trying my hardest not to see what was going on in his pants. From some previous glimpses I had caught, he seemed to be pretty big, and wow I was right haha.

So every now and again we’d talk, no big deal. There weren’t any indications that he was into me but I didn’t mind, and just entertained myself with fantasies about him. Most of them involved him holding me up against a wall and fucking me just like that. But one day at practice, I caught him staring at my ass. He always carried this little notepad that he’d write stuff in. I’m sure it was for tournaments and stuff but I always wondered if he ever wrote about me. Anyways, I caught him watching me as I bent over to pick up a ball. We made eye contact and he looked away fast, obviously embarrassed, but all I did was giggle and move on with the practice.

From that point on, I made it a point to give him a reason to stare. My shorts were always hiked up a little bit high. I was always dropping things in front of him. At first he wasn’t looking, but the more and more I did it, the more he started to watch. He had held back from talking to me for a bit, so I figured I’d try and start something. I told him that there was something I didn’t understand and probably needed some help on and he suggested that I stay after practice.

Now I was excited of course but I also told myself that staying after practice was a pretty normal thing. I was thinking he might genuinely just want to help me out. I told myself that he’d never go after me and that I was reading it all wrong. Fast-forward to after practice, and we start going over something. I bring the bottom of my shirt up to wipe my face, exposing my stomach and bra and I can just barely hear him mumble, “Jesus”, under his breath. I wanted to mess with him so I said “Huh?” and he quickly told me it was nothing and that he was clearing his throat. But I could see the outline of his semi-hard cock through his shorts and I knew he liked what I was doing.

A few minutes later, I told him that it was too hot and asked if he’d mind if I were to take my shirt off. He said he didn’t so I pulled it off and went to go put it in my bag. That day, I was wearing a sports bra but it was a bit too small, so there was a lot of cleavage. I jogged back, and I could feel my tits lightly bouncing and I knew that he’d be watching. The closer I got the more I could see his eyes struggling to stay up. It was really funny to me and turned me on quite a bit. Then I looked up at him and said “Sorry, it was getting really hot. I really hope you don’t mind.” to which he only shook his head. Then he told me that he wanted to draw out a play for me and said that the whiteboard was in his office.

So we made our way into the office and he opened the door for me and let me step in first and as I was taking my first few steps into the office, I heard the door close and the lock click behind me. I could feel myself starting to get super wet just knowing what was going to happen. He started to walk towards me and when I could tell that he was right behind me, I turned around. He kissed me lightly on the lips and immediately moved towards my neck, mumbling something about how I had been a bad girl. Just hearing him say that made me even wetter than I was before. He picked me up and sat me on top of the desk and spread my legs. He told me that I had been such a slut for the past few weeks, and how it drove him crazy. He got down onto his knees in front of me and slid off my shorts. I was wearing a thin pair of panties. Nothing special about them but I knew that I had a growing wet spot going through the panties. He started to lightly rub me through my panties and I let out a soft moan. He told me that I’d have to be quiet if I wanted him to go on, to which I replied with “Yes sir.” He told me that he liked it when I called him that and told me to keep doing it. I slipped a small grin and said yes sir again and I heard him whisper “Good girl.” which really got me going.

He went back to work on rubbing me through my panties, picking up the pace which felt good but I needed more. I asked him to please take off my panties and he told me I was missing a word so I tried again. This time, instead of “Can you please take off my panties?” , I said “Can you please take off my panties, sir?”. Because I said it right, he slipped off my soaked panties and I bucked my hips a bit in anticipation. He stood up again and reached out to hold my chin. He lightly ran his thumb over my bottom lip before slightly tugging on it. He wanted me to open my mouth. So I did. He stuffed the panties all the way in my mouth, and told me it was to make sure that I kept quiet. He kneeled back down, and started to get back to work.

He started slow, with long strokes of his tongue and large circles, made with his fingers, around my clit. But he started to speed up and just got faster and faster and felt better and better. He started to stick his tongue into my pussy and the feeling was amazing. He stayed like that for a bit before moving up, where he started to lick and suck on on my clit. He knew he was doing good based off of my moans. He could hear them get louder and louder, despite my panties being stuffed in my mouth. Then, he slid two of his long fingers deep inside of my pussy which nearly made me scream.

He felt so good. His tongue was amazing and his fingers even better. He found my g-spot pretty quickly (lots of experience maybe? i wouldn’t be surprised) and started to focus right there, moving his fingers up and down to hit it over and over and over again. He sped up, slowed down, added another finger and most importantly, made me cum. I came so hard for him. My cream coated his fingers and I could hear my muffled scream as I rode out my orgasm. He gave me a second and started back up again. It felt good but honestly, it hurt a tiny bit cause I was so sensitive. He went down on me for a while more and I came over and over and over again. I think it was 13 times that I came for him. But then it was his turn

He stood up, and I slid off of the (slightly wet) desk, and got onto my knees. Like I said earlier, he was big. At least 8 inches. Maybe 8/12 but for a second, I just stared. He had a really nice cock. After my daze wore off, I grabbed him and licked from the base of his balls up to the tip. I could hear him let out a low groan in response, which really turned me on. I looked up at him as I wrapped my lips around his big cock and slid my head down until I couldn’t take anymore. I could only take about 5-6 inches of him. Previously, I had an ex who trained me to take all 8 inches of him, but it had been a while since we broke up so I guess I lost the ability to. My coach didn’t care. He was going to make me take all of him.

He grabbed the back of my head and pushed until my lips hit his hilt. He didn’t hold me there for long so I didn’t gag. For the first bit he just bobbed my head back and forth, mumbling about how much of a slut I was for messing with him like that and how I deserved to be facefucked like the whore I am. I loved every word. I was moaning and swirling my tongue around his cock. Sometimes I lied it flat to caress his bottom vein. I rubbed his balls every now and again too. I just wanted to make him cum. The closer he got, the more aggressive he got. His grip became firmer and he started to hold me there longer. I started to gag and choke on his cock and he was loving it. There was spit running down my chin and onto my chest. The mix of spit and precum was running over my bra and inbetween my boobs. I absolutely loved every second.

I could hear his grunts and moans getting louder and louder and I knew he was super close. I braced myself and he shoved his cock down my throat one last time, filling it up with his thick, warm cum. I swallowed it all :)

I told him thank you and we talked about it for a bit before I had to go. We only got together a few more times after that but he ended up moving a few months after and I haven’t seen or talked to him since. It was the best facefucking I’ve ever had in my life though. I miss him haha

I know, this one was really long but it was really sexy to me and I wanted to tell it all. I hope you enjoyed!!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/h8q8fj/my_fantasy_about_my_coach_came_true_fm