I got whipped by my huge-dicked gym teacher in the locker room…[Mf, S-M, Mdom, Oral, Facial]

It was completely forbidden. We definitely shouldn’t have been staring at each other whenever children weren’t around. There were about ten thousand reasons we shouldn’t flirt. My son was going to be in his class. If the school found out, I’d be moved.

Then, there were the looks we’d receive around town. It was 2020. It shouldn’t have mattered at all that he was black and I was the whitest blonde you’d ever seen. No one told Albanyville that it’s perfectly acceptable for a woman like me to date a man like him. It was made worse by the fact that I was about half his size. Maybe I should have been intimidated by that, but all I felt was a stirring in my chest whenever I looked at him.

We began to play a game of teasing chicken. Neither one knew the other’s limit. I never wanted preplan to end. I kicked off the flirty mess by tucking my skirt up into my waistband while I wiped down the benches in the locker room. I checked to make sure it was him first, then I bent over and displayed myself in my cutest red thong as I crawled on my hands and knees.

He upped the ante by entering the locker room to shower after lunch. He stripped slowly right in front of me. My jaw hung open as he walked to the shower entrance and dropped his boxer briefs mere feet in front of me.

I shit you not, he handed me his underwear. I didn’t stop giggling for five minutes.

After lunch one afternoon, I took off my panties and started mopping. He stared every time I would bend over.

“Show me your tits,” he ordered from behind.

I gasped. My face was red. We didn’t request things of each other, or at least we hadn’t before. I bit my lip as I spun around to face him. I didn’t even speak. I slowly dragged my top upward, freeing my tits underneath my shirt. Just as my nipples peeked out for Reggie, the exterior door to the gym opened. I stuffed the girls back underneath and made sure my flirty skirt was flipped down.

“Rita said you still haven’t signed the—” a frustrated woman stormed in.

The tall woman’s eyes met mine. I looked away by instinct. Her stare was piercing.

“Oh, you gotta be fuckin’ kidding me, right Reg?” the furious woman howled.

“Let’s talk in my office, Desiree,” he mumbled. “She’s a parent volun—”

“Volunteering to ride your dick, huh?” she snapped back.

“Enough!” he barked. “I’ll be in my office if you decide you want to—”

“Don’t you turn your back on me, Reggie Brown! We are *not* done!”

“Oh, yes, we are!” he returned.

I exhaled and finished my work momentarily. I tried to ignore the slickness between my thighs. It suddenly felt more filthy than dirty. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that she was Reggie’s ex. He wasn’t divorced yet. That *technically* meant that I’d been the other woman when I’d stroked his dick a few days prior.

I shoved the mop and bucket into the corner and put my hair up as I marched out onto the basketball court. I decided to go for a run around the track. I pushed out the double doors and an announcement startled me.

“*Mr. Ruffington, please report to the PLC pad. Again, Mr. Ruffington, they are waiting for you in the PLC pad. Thank you!*”

I felt like an idiot, a class-A fool. I was the other woman, again. I had a type. Maybe he’d be the one to actually leave his wife, unlike Charlie’s father. I ran harder, my shame welling up to the surface. The way Desiree had looked at me, it stayed projected on the inside of my eyelids even when I tried to blink it away. I knew I wasn’t doing anything wrong, yet I kept seeing her face. I hated it. I ran faster.

I began to cry as the wind whipped against my face. It was too close to home, too familiar. I remembered the vulnerability when I was younger. I remembered how naïve and stupid I was. Perhaps I hadn’t grown quite as much as I thought I had.

I ran for a long time. Staff looked at me like I was crazy. Four laps, then eight, then twelve, and I just kept running. Teachers stared as I jogged around the quarter mile over and over. I lost count around fifteen laps. I just let my frustration drive my legs. I waited until I saw most of the staff leave for the day. My guess was that I’d done somewhere around seven miles. I ran back into the gym to grab my water.

I entered the boys lockers and saw Coach Brown with his head down on the desk through the glass window of his office. I chugged against my oversized water bottle and stepped toward the entrance. I paused in the doorway and peeked into his office.

“I’d rather not explain to my son why I ran this hard. I’m gonna shower in the girls side. I’m only telling you so you don’t walk in, alright?”

He nodded but didn’t look up or acknowledge me in any other way.

I’d hardly been into the girls locker room. There weren’t any practices for the female sports during the late summer, which seemed sexist in some way. I grabbed the shirt and shorts that I’d entered school in and folded them neatly on the bench just outside the showers. I felt disgusting as I realized that I’d been running in my skirt. I was in a lot of pain. It wasn’t a good plan to run commando. What kind of a tramp was I? I changed into flirty clothes when I got to school just to tempt the coach I had a crush on in high school. He was married. There was no “technically” about it.

I forced the knob to straight cold and grabbed a handful of shampoo from the dispenser. I stood under the icy flow and exhaled, letting the waters chill me. I didn’t even have the motivation to wash myself. I just let the shower cleanse me by its harsh spray. The locker room doors opened. I slammed the curtain shut.

I heard heavy footsteps entering the women’s showers. I trembled and covered myself.

“I signed the papers,” the voice called out. “I’m officially—divorced.”

“Oh, good!” I groaned. “Glad you did that after I gave you a hand job.”

“Listen, can you just—stop?” he asked. “You know what it’s—ugh, seriously. I’m a good man, alright? I’ve been good for twenty-something goddamn years. I gave her—”

His voice broke.

“She cheated on me, alright?” he sighed. “Said it was my fault, that I was too wrapped up in my kids and championships.”

“That’s shitty,” I returned, shutting off the shower. “I’m sorry about—”

“She’s right,” he whispered, dropping to the bench. “I ignored her. We were gonna be champions. My marriage was shit. It was a good escape. So, I poured myself into my kiddos. I helped them get to goddamn state. I ignored the cries for help from Desiree.”

“But that’s not an excuse for—” I shook my head, peeking out from the shower curtain while keeping it wrapped around my chest.

“No, it’s not,” he agreed. “I get that. But I used you, and that’s not fair. I was so wrapped up in the frustration and pain that I fuckin’—whipped my dick out for a parent volunteer.”

“Let’s not forget who started that one,” I winked, dipping back behind the curtain. I wrapped my towel around myself.

“Hah, true,” he chuckled. “But I’m sorry. I shoulda been more up front with you. It was shitty of me to—”

“I already knew you were going through a divorce,” I sighed, stepping out. “One of the other parents told me.”

“Oh, fuck!” he gasped. “Someone else knows about—”

“She’s cool,” I nodded. “Plus, I didn’t tell her what we did.”

I made a pumping motion with both hands and he smirked.

“My point is,” I giggled. “I am just as complicit as you. I mean—you gotta know right?”

“Know what?” he asked.

“How—” I twisted my foot on the bare floor and looked up to the ceiling, “bad I wanted to—see it, touch it.”

He looked away from me. My feet kept trotting across the cold tile, making little slaps with every step.

“You deserve to have a woman who—” I sighed. I knew this was a bad plan. “—wants you, who thinks you’re a kind and wonderful man, and who is goddamn obsessed with your body.”

He cleared his throat. He looked uncomfortable.

“I’ve been a good mom,” I continued. “I’ve only worried about just my son for as long as I can remember. I haven’t done anything for me in—years. I haven’t been fucked in—holy hell—so long.”

His eyes spread wide. He glanced at me and looked my slick form up and down as he realized how close I’d gotten to him. He looked away again.

“I’m not trying to cause trouble,” he shook his head. “You’re a parent. I’m divorced *as of today*, and—”

“Have probably felt alone for a lot longer, right?” I wondered.

Reggie’s hand seemed to have a mind of its own. His palm ran up the outside of my wet thigh and rose underneath my towel to my hips and chest. I sighed.

“I really shouldn’t,” he chuckled. “No matter how fuckin’ cute that ass—”

I grabbed his other hand and brought it up to my bare ass, forcing him to spin and face me.

“This ass?” I whispered.

Coach stared at me. He gazed at the gigantic gap in my towel which revealed my pussy and trimmed bush. He groped it with his gaze. I’d never had a man look at my slit like that. I was beyond embarrassed. I started giggling.

“I wanna try this out,” I continued. “I think we both deserve it. Don’t you wanna have some—”

I yelped as his wandering hand, the one not on my ass, grabbed my towel and ripped it downward in one smooth motion. He wrapped that hand to my other ass cheek and dragged my body to his waiting mouth. I exhaled and giggled as his tongue licked up my belly.

“—have some fun?” I finished, moaning. He slapped my ass over and over. Reggie wasn’t kidding when he said he *really* liked it. My voice was high and seductive as he continued to explore every inch of my body. “I wanna date you. I wanna kiss you. I want you to—”

I gasped as he grabbed both my thighs and pulled me into his lap. He separated my legs as I fell, and I was straddling him on the bench. I could feel his gigantic bulge through his shorts. I began to giggle. It was interrupted as he grabbed the back of my head and dragged my mouth to his. It wasn’t a closed-mouth kiss like the one had been a few nights before. I plunged my tongue in between his lips, and he returned the action. I shouldn’t have been grinding against his lap, likely leaving my mark on him, but I couldn’t help it. I was so titillated by the thought of breaking a seven-year dry spell, that I rocked on him like cat in heat.

My hands were tugging at his waistband. The nice thing about gym shorts was how easily they flipped down when needed. I shrieked as his cock sprung to life and thudded against my stomach.

“Oh, my God!” I gasped.

His precum soaked head rebounded against my abs a few inches above my belly button. My jaw dropped. My face stayed like that for several seconds. I did the calculations for just what it meant. If he were to get inside me, it would be that deep. I kept running my fingers along the tip, and then looking into his eyes, and then spreading my eyes even wider when I’d look back to his cock.

“This thing is—” I shook my head, positively in awe.

“Look, we don’t have to do that. Some girls can’t—”

“No!” I shouted. I didn’t mean to sound quite so enthusiastic. I was just trying to say that I did want to have sex *at some point*, even if that was after about an hour and a half of foreplay and a few bottles of lube. I didn’t want it today, though. I mean, I did, but I actually wanted Reggie as more than just a meat bus to take me to pleasure town.

“Oh,” he chuckled. “Well—then—what do you want?”

“Let’s just—date?” I whispered. “Maybe some kind of build-up to that?”

“You’re willing to try it?” he laughed. “Even after seeing—”

“Especially after seeing this, yeah,” I giggled, wrapping my hand around his dick and stroking down. “You like my tits, by the way? I know we were interrupted earlier.”

He smirked and gave them a jiggle before slapping one. I’d never been with a man who did that. I’d only seen it in porn. He didn’t exactly whallop it, but it was hard enough to somehow say, “*mine.*”

“Girl, these are some nice, fuckin’, titties,” he winked.

I bit my lip and looked away in embarrassment.

“Oh, my God!” I whispered through an almost closed mouth. “This isn’t really happening. Coach Brown isn’t really slapping my tits and grabbing my ass.”

“Yeah, what if I am?” he chuckled, delivering a painful slap to my ass.

“Then,” I exhaled as his fingers brushed my pussy. “I need to go back in time and high-five fifteen-year-old me.”

“How ‘bout we both high-five eighteen-year-old you instead?” he laughed.

“Ew,” I said, sounding skeeved out. “Don’t be gross.”

“Girl shut the fuck up,” he laughed. “I’m a guy, alright. You know I’d run train on you and your imaginary twin.”

I shook my head and gasped as he dragged me further into his lap. My clit started rubbing against the base of his dick as I stroked. I was bucking against him, moaning like a wild woman. I spoke up in punctuated moans.

“This is so bad,” I sighed. “Someone could walk in at any time.”

“I’d get fired,” he laughed. “Bad fuckin’ plan.”

“Why are we still doing it?” I moaned, kissing him deeply.

He pushed me off and slapped my cheek with a little bit of force, just enough so I could feel it.

“’Cause it feels so fuckin’ good?” he grinned.

“So, fucking good!” I echoed, riding faster.

I leapt off him and Reggie growled in frustration, until he saw me drop between his knees.

“Need you to finish, just in case. I want no excuses this time. All over me, got it?”

Reggie laughed wickedly as I slowly stroked him, staring up at the delicious dark meat before me.

“I’m gonna try to suck it,” I breathed.

He seemed slightly nervous but nodded. This was a man who’d probably had to deal with teeth problems in a way few men did. He was so thick that I was really going to have to stretch to fit my mouth around it. I over flexed in preparation, lowering myself over his head, and was pleasantly surprised by how much wiggle room I had.

“It fits!” I cheered, popping back up. He dropped his hand to the back of my head and pressed me back atop his cock.

It wasn’t just good; it was damn good. His taste was delicious, but the size of it was exhilarating. I felt like I was challenging myself with every bob of my head over his. He leaned back and groaned. A gigantic spurt of precum shot between my lips, I giggled. It had probably been a long time, based on his reaction.

Even though I was able to fit my mouth over it, going deep was out of the question. As I took it into my mouth, the head was so large that it gagged me as it passed my molars. It wasn’t likely to fit down my throat. Nevertheless, he was enjoying it, moaning in pleasure, and pressing me deeper. I craved every thrust of his piston into my waiting maw. I was moaning, rubbing myself, lost in the pleasure of my new lover.

“Fuck, girl!” he sputtered. “I’m ‘bout to pop!”

“You want it on my—” I began.

He wrapped his fingers around my soaked hair and yanked back. He began to pump himself inches from my face. He was so powerful, so raw, that I didn’t even flinch. I opened my mouth and awaited my reward. His fountain erupted all across my face in gushing volcanic spurts. They shot across my cheeks and tits like broadsides from a naval cannon. I started to chuckle at what seemed like gallons of spunk being poured over me like ointment. I was smiling and stroking his sack the entire time. As he began to dribble, I took him back into my mouth, sucking dutifully. He tried to hold me back, but I grabbed his ass with both hands and drove myself deeper.

“Stop!” he chuckled. “Fuckin’ stop!”

“Or?” I asked.

He slapped my face a bit harder than he had before. My jaw dropped.

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’m a bit—”

I was feeling spirited. I took his dick into my mouth and dragged my teeth down it.

“Oww, fuck!” he shouted. “Shit, shit, sorry!”

I stared up at him with his dick sandwiched between my incisors. He was rough in bed, I could tell, but he didn’t want to slap me with such a delicate thing between my teeth.

“Good choice, big boy,” I winked as I slipped away. “I don’t mind a little rough play. Actually, from you—ooh, it’s not bad at all.”

I stroked his balls with my hand and then gave his dick a playful light spanking.

“Just know that I can give as good as I can take, and whatever you dish out—I’ll find a way to give back.”

“You’re—” Reggie laughed, looking down at my jizz-splashed face, “one sexy mama, you know that?”

I raised my eyebrows and immediately shut my left eye as a rope of white fell across it.

“Thanks coach,” I giggled. I stood slowly and shook my hips as I walked back to the shower to rinse off. I gasped as one of his hands met my ass with a loud clapping sound.

“Hurry back, bitch,” he chuckled.

Fuck, the way he talked to me, the way he treated me, Reggie was a good man—with a very bad streak. He wasn’t even trying to be dominant. Some men are good at acting that way. Reggie just—was. His natural state was power and lust. His body reflected that. I shuddered thinking of it as I washed him from my face, chest, and hair. I flitted a finger between my legs thinking about a load that size exploding within me. I wanted to feel him pour from my pussy. I loved being marked by him. I shut off the nozzles and sighed. I expected him to at least offer to help me. I should have known better. Men like him weren’t often caring too.

I marched back into the lockers and looked for my clothes where I had left them. They were gone. I gasped. What a monster. He wouldn’t. I was almost sure he wouldn’t have left for the day without giving me clothes to go home in. There was only one choice, and I really didn’t like it. All the spare clothes were in his office, which was attached to the boys side of the locker room. I’d need to zip around—naked. I wrapped the towel around myself and grumbled.

“What a bastard,” I sighed. “Who the fuck does he think he is?”

I peeked out the locker doors and there was no one around. In fact, one of the room dividers had been slid directly into line with the security camera. He wasn’t *that* much of a bastard after all. I cursed under my breath as I dashed into the boys lockers.

Reggie was there, waiting for me. He laughed a wicked chuckle.

“You’re a real mother fucker, you know that?” I hissed.

“Well, I had to do something,” he declared, sliding the safety-bar into place along the base of the door.

They had been installed in case of an “active shooter” situation, but I much preferred this use to the one they’d been designed for.

“Our excuse,” he continued, “if someone tries to enter and finds it locked, is that the door was jammed. They shouldn’t, though. Ain’t nobody walking halfway across the campus to check on the teachers they always forget. I always get my ass locked in behind the gate because custodians just forgot to check for my truck.”

He laughed to himself and clapped his hands together. His determined coach face came back.

“Right, alright,” he nodded. “Get yourself face down on that bench over there.”

“What?” I whispered.

“And drop the towel,” he smirked.

I felt a flood between my legs. He hadn’t forgotten me after all. In fact, it seemed I was to get my own special time.

“Face—down?” I asked. It seemed like it’d be really cold on the aluminum bench, and not particularly comfortable.

“I can force the issue if I need to,” he raised one eyebrow.

“Yeah, about that,” I nodded, sauntering over to the bench and following his command. “You slap me around all you want during sex, alright?”

“I was already planning to,” he agreed.

“But you touch me *once* in anger,” I warned, pointing my finger at him, “and I’m fucking gone. No second chances. I’m not gonna be that girl, especially not when I have a kid. Which reminds me, don’t leave any fucking bruises where he can see.”

“Oh, yeah, big black coach smackin’ around a little white girl in the south has to be told not to leave bruises. People like me get lynched for shit like that, sweetie.”

I noted his lack of a past tense verb. It wasn’t like it was *still* happening, right? The hesitation in my stride was momentary.

I stretched out across the bench slowly and carefully. The aluminum was freezing on my nipples. I hissed and lowered my tummy next, shivering.

“Too cold?” he wondered.

“Um—no?” I sounded unsure. “I should warm up pretty quick.”

“Damn right you will,” he laughed.

I shivered.

“Listen, you ain’t planning to wear any bikinis or thongs out in public in the next few days, right?”

“Oh, yeah,” I laughed. “You know me, planning to drive ten hours to the beach at the start of the school year.”

“Hah, smartass,” he laughed.

A wicked crack filled the air.

“Fuck!” I screamed.

The towel had lashed across both of my ass cheeks, significantly lessening the blow, but it still stung.

“You tell me when it’s too hard, alright?” he muttered. “We need a safe word.”

An answer dropped from my lips before I could think it all the way through.

“Chocolate!”

“The fuck?” he chortled, laughing to himself. “You fuckin’ kidding me, woman?”

“Oh, my God!” I joined his laughter, covering my mouth. “I’m so sorry!”

“No, no!” he shook his head. “That’s the one. We’re definitely going with chocolate.”

“Oh, shit!” I whispered. “I’m so embarrassed. I can’t believe I—”

The towel snapped across my ass again.

“For real, you need to learn how to shut the fuck up,” he declared, but I could tell he was still laughing.

“Yes, coach,” I breathed.

He marched around behind me, examining the marks on my ass with a curious fingertip.

“Goddamn, though,” he breathed. “Where’d you get an ass so fine?”

“Grew it myself,” I giggled. “Glad you approve.”

His hand slapped hard across it. I moaned.

“Fuck, look at that bitch jiggle,” he laughed to himself. “So goddamn nice, for real.”

I was hungry for him.

“If you like how it looks, then you’ll love how it tastes.”

I heard him crack his neck or knuckles behind me.

“Oh, we’re definitely gonna have fun,” he answered. “I’m liking you more and more.”

He took a seat behind me and both of his huge hands traced up my legs from my calves.

“Fu—uck!” I moaned.

“You’re gonna be so goddamn easy,” I could almost hear him smile, “I mean, to finish. I don’t mean—”

“Less talk,” I interrupted. “I’m not easily offended.”

I gasped as his hand walloped me again.

“For real, shut the fuck up with that mouthy bullshit!”

“Sorry, coach,” I returned in a soft demure whisper.

His tongue traced up from my clit to my ass and I almost came on the first lick.

“Shit!” I groaned.

“Like that, bitch?”

I couldn’t even reply. I just bucked my hips, begging for him to do it again. He complied.

He swirled his tongue around my soaked entrance and sucked my juices into his mouth. I started to finish on the second lick. It had been a *very* long time since a man had made me come, alright?

“Lick my clit, lick it, please!” I moaned as I started to spasm.

He groaned in approval and started licking like a professional. It was light, not too hard, but fast. He flicked like a curious cobra across my pleasure center. I gripped the bench and rocked against his face as I screamed. I really hoped that no one entered the gym while I was coming. No security bar could hide what was happening between my legs.

“Fuck, Reg, fuck!” I howled, trembling in my hips. One of his fingers played with my ass and I groaned.

Two of them tried to press into my pussy, but I only had room for one as I pulsed and shook. It didn’t bode well for accepting his bratwurst at a later date.

I rocked against his middle finger and moaned. It was perfect. Two fucking perfect licks was all it took. I was red in the face as I sat up.

“Sorry it was so quick!” I giggled.

“Fool, it was for you! Who do you think I was trying to finish?” he smiled.

I couldn’t even be sarcastic. I was still shaking. I spun my legs over the bench and hopped into his lap, kissing him with passion.

“You’re gonna stain my shorts!” he laughed.

“Don’t give a shit,” I replied, kissing him all the more.

We entwined, obsessed with each other’s touch. I ran my fingers through his hair, and he stroked my back.

“I can’t believe I’m making out with my coach,” I moaned, slipping my tongue into his mouth.

He broke away next.

“I can’t believe an old student’s pussy is dripping all over me.”

“Old?” I asked, looking down at him.

He laughed.

“Girl, I’m old. You’re fuckin’ sexy.”

“Good answer,” I smiled, locking my lips to his.

The heat began to rise within me again. I wouldn’t fuck him before we had our first *proper* date. I just kept saying that to myself. Luckily, we were saved by the bell, literally.

They sounded at 2:10PM.

“Shit, I can’t be late getting home again,” I groaned.

“People will talk,” he nodded.

“Ugh,” I groaned, stroking the handsome man before me, “part of me wants to just let them.”

“But your boy doesn’t need to know his momma is getting hammered by his coach this early.”

I laughed as I stood and grabbed the clothes that were sitting on the far side of the bench.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, cowboy,” I winked.

Reggie watched me dress. He didn’t move an inch the whole time. He studied my curves like a scholar as I hooked my bra, stepped into my panties, pulled on my tee shirt, and then donned my shorts. I pulled up my hair into a ponytail. He wasn’t bored in the slightest. I loved it too.

“A girl could get used to this,” I smiled.

“A man never knew what he was missing,” Reggie grinned.

I walked over and kissed him a second time. I didn’t sit down. I knew I wasn’t likely to get back up if I did.

“Can I put my number in your phone?” I whispered.

“Phone number?” he laughed. “You don’t have Instagram, or Tik Tok, or shit like that?”

“I mean, I do!” I giggled, “Not Tik Tok, though.”

“Fuck Tik Tok,” he grunted.

“But I wanted to give you something more personal,” I explained.

“Think you just did, girl,” he winked.

I melted. This man was too much for me to handle.

“Right, yeah,” I blushed. “Anyway, can I put it in your—”

He interrupted me by stuffing the large Android phone into my hand.

“Even your phone is big,” I breathed.

He looked away this time. He was embarrassed. It was adorable. Reggie unlocked the phone and I entered my contact info. I even customized the contact by taking a selfie.

“There you go,” I smiled, handing it back to him. “Dani Bright. Make sure you call me so I—”

He was dialing the number. My phone was in the other room.

“Now you got mine,” he nodded.

“And you’re gonna wait two days to call, I’m sure,” I whispered in my sexy voice. “I know your type.”

He drew back his head slightly.

“What, so you don’t wanna talk tonight?”

I bit my lip and scrunched my nose.

“Okay,” I smiled. “Tonight, then.”

I walked toward the entrance and paused at the door. He got up too. I turned around to face him.

“Bye, coach—”

His lips met mine. I moaned and stretched up on my tiptoes. I ran my fingers along the back of his head and his hand wandered to my ass.

“Had to get one more feel in?” I laughed.

“You know it, girl,” he winked. “Hey, think of me when you feel them bruises.”

I shook my head and exhaled. How many dates did I need to wait to be proper, again?

“Oh, I will,” I nodded. “Goodnight, Coach Brown.”

I exited the door and he poked his head out to watch me leave. His eyes danced across every little part of me. I smirked and gave a flirty wave to him. He spoke up in his baritone voice and my womanhood hated me for leaving.

“Goodnight, Ms. Bright.”

 

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