I looked up at the clock from my desk in the coach’s office as I heard the soft knock at the door. Hour and a half until game time…She was right on time as directed. I opened the door and stepped back, taking in the delectable sight before me.
There she was, my slut, kneeling outside my office in the middle of the men’s locker room. As instructed, she had worn her blue dress that was anything but appropriate for the setting. As I gazed down on her, I watched as a bead of sweat trickled down from her neck and disappeared between her firm, D cup breasts, barely contained within her dress. Clearly aroused, her nipple piercings making her hard nipples even more visible through the flimsy fabric. Her long, toned legs tucked under her, almost fully on display due to the promiscuous length of her dress. If it rode any higher, I would easily glimpse the bright pink thong I had instructed her to wear, knowing it would come in handy later.
“Well, well, well,” I growled as she lifted her face to look into mine. “What a good little slut, waiting for her master’s cock. Look at yourself, dressed for sex and sneaking into the mens locker room with game time so close ahead. Tell me how much you like it. Tell me how wet that tight little pussy is to be in such a compromising position.”
She squirmed in her position below me, unable to meet my eyes. “Please sir, I love it. I want to be your slut. I’m so wet for you and need your cock,” she whispered, hands absentmindedly reaching for her hard nipples.
Panic shot across her face as a noise from the gym echoed into the locker room. She couldn’t get caught. I could tell it took all her willpower not to run from that spot, but she was well trained. “Please sir!” She pleaded.
“Beg for it, bitch,” I spat back. “Tell me what you want and maybe I’ll allow it.”
“Please let me into the office,” she begged. “You can use me as you see fit. I swear I’ll me a good girl and worship your cock.”
“Hmm I suppose that will do. Crawl to my desk,” I ordered.
She quickly dropped forward onto her hands and scurried past me into the dimly lit office, littered with basketballs and other practice equipment. I couldn’t help but chuckle as her dress slid up, her ass now fully visible behind her tiny pink thong. She continued crawling until she reached the edge of my desk.
“That dress has remained on your body long enough, slut. Fix that,” I hissed at her, holding out my hand. In a flash, the dress was ripped over her head and placed in a bundle in my hands. I felt myself hardening in my suit pants as I took in her breathtaking tits, uncovered and glorious. Her body certainly had a power over me, but not one I was going to let her know about.
“Now now, look at this mess,” I teased, brandishing the dress in her direction. “That’s no way to take care of your belongings. This is too nice of a dress to allow it to get ruined. Allow me to hang it up for you.” I strode across the room, opening one of the lockers in the far corner. I could feel her eyes glued to my back as I made a show of slipping her dress onto a hanger and smoothing the wrinkles. I hung it in the locker, closing the door and turning back to face her. “I think, you need to learn a little lesson in caring for your things. I’m going to keep this dress until you’ve earned it back.” Her eyes went wide as she noticed the small padlock in my hand. “That’s right, slut. I need to keep it safe.” I clicked the lock shut and deposited the key in the breast pocket of my blazer. Her only chance of covering back up, now securely in my possession.
“On your back. Now!” I demanded, sliding pregame notes and play design papers out of the center. She hurriedly complied and was soon positioned flat on her back, legs draped off the front of the desk, the outline of her pussy clearly visible through the silky fabric of her thong.
Taking my seat between her legs, I leaned forward, allowing my hot breath to tease across the inside of her thighs. I saw the small wet spot that had grown on her thong and knew it was time to take her even farther. Reaching into my desk drawer I withdrew a slender pink vibrator and tucked it into the front of her thong.
“You have 5 minutes to make those panties even wetter slut. Players begin to show up in the locker room in about 10 minutes, so you’d better get all of your moans out now.”
My slut quickly grasped the vibrator and found the power button. She dragged it along her wet slit through the thong, determined to soak through the flimsy garment. I let this carry on for a minute or two, my hard cock straining against my pants as she wantonly masturbated inches from my face. As her breathing rapidly increased, I knew I could hit her with another mindfuck, to remind her that her body belonged to me.
“Oh and slut,” I cooed. “I may have forgot to mention, but if you cum in those panties, you will be forcibly removed from this office and left to find your way out of the school dressed exactly as you are. And the vibrator better not lose contact with that pussy.
I laughed as she let out a long guttural moan, fingers frantically looking to adjust the speed before she lost it and flew over the edge.
“Three minutes left now, slut. You can hold out for me, can’t you?” She performed admirably, several times ramping up to an impending orgasm and backing herself off at the last minute.
The timer on my phone went off, and my well trained slut instantly turned off the vibrator and laid her head back.
“Be a good girl and clean that off while I inspect how well you did with your panties.”
She slowly brought the vibrator to her lips, tentatively licking her juices off the tip before plunging the entire length into her mouth. I placed her feet on my shoulders as I meant in and slowly traced my finger along the outline of her wet cunt. “My my, someone is a little excited.” I murmured, rubbing more forcefully over her clit.
A door slammed out in the locker room followed by excited voices. The players had arrived. I felt her tremble at the fear of being caught in such a compromising position by the young college students so close to where we were. I was confident my players knew not to disturb me until I was ready for the game.
“You look like you need some help staying quiet, slut,” I whispered. “Let me take care of that for you.” I slipped the cool blades of my scissors along each of her hips, slicing through the thin material of her thong. Tearing it away from her body, I balled it up and forced it into her mouth, making sure the soaking gusset sat right against her tongue.
“Now, be a good little bitch and taste yourself while I taste you too,” was the only warning given before I buried my face in her wet pussy, pressing my tongue as deep as I could reach. My hands grasped the back of her thighs tightly, forcing her knees up towards her chest, fully opening her nether regions to my eager mouth. I could only imagine the burning shame mixed with pleasure she was experiencing. Writing on her back, in a small office in a crowded locker room, gagged with her own wet panties, but only able to focus on squirming to try to force contact between my tongue and her clit. Cumming was the only thing that mattered to her in the moment and I was happy to oblige. On my terms that is.
I began long slow strokes of my tongue along the out lips of her pussy. Casually flicking my tongue across her clit before circling back down, reveling in the way her body twitched each time I touched it. She was so close to torching off, if not for her gag, she would’ve been screaming for it.
Gradually I gave her clit more and more attention, pressing my tongue hard against it for a few strokes before flicking it elsewhere, constantly building her up right to the edge. She had been good, she deserved what was coming.
As her orgasm approached, I quickly coated my finger in her juices and positioned it right on the outer edge of her asshole. I made milt final assault of my tongue on her clit with fast strokes circling all around it. Her body convulsed as the pleasure took over and seemingly every muscle she had tightened fully. All except one. In her throes of passion, I had pressed my finger deep in her ass. Her body clenched around it, forcing it deeper as I continued my work on her clit. I continued as long as I could, dragging out her orgasm until her body went limp.
“That’s a good slut,” I whispered, leaving her brazenly spread across the desk as I cleaned my hands up and removed my suit coat and unzipped my pants.
Once the fog had lifted and she seemed herself again, I sat back in my chair and pushed away from the desk. I snapped my fingers, instantly bringing her back to reality.
“Prep my cock, slut.” I barked, sliding my pants to my ankles, hard on waving in front of me.
She immediately dropped to her knees and wrapped her hands around it. Slowly twisting, using my precum and her sweat as lube. She stroked from the base to right under the head of my cock and then rubbed the head against her tits as her hand moved back to the bottom. Her other hand sliding lower, firmly gripping and massaging my balls. She looked up at me, big blue eyes silently pleading. I reached down and quickly freed her mouth of her panty gag.
Like the well trained little cock whore she was, she continued stroking until given the command she wanted. “Worship!”
Upon hearing the word, she went into overdrive, plunging her wet mouth onto my cock. Her hand on my balls continues rubbing as a rapid pace, occasionally passing down to press on my asshole as her mouth delivered waves of pleasure. Her tongue swirled along the underside of my cock, swiftly finding the spots that made me moan. It did not take her long to have my cock buried to the hilt, gagging slightly as it hit the back of her throat.
I allowed her to continue for a few minutes, watching the tears form in her eyes as she choked on my hard cock and sacrificed her breath for my pleasure. She knew better than to break eye contact.
Begrudgingly, I looked up at the clock. Knowing it was closing in on game time and I needed to wrap things up soon if I wanted to get what I really wanted before having to coach.
“Up, now!” I demanded, standing myself as she rose. Looking around the room, I saw my mark. I quickly grabbed her by the hair and pushed her to the far corner of the room. Bending her over the blue metal basketball rack parked there, I quickly pressed up behind her and sank the entire length of my cock deep into her wet pussy.
She bit hard on her hand as my pace quickened behind her. Sliding backwards until the very tip of my cock was all that was Inside her and then swiftly slamming forward until her ass pressed hard against my thighs. I soon noticed I didn’t have to work too hard though. Each stroke I made was met with an equal effort from my good slut. Forcing her ass back against me, grinding in circles each time I bottomed out, ensuring my cock could get no deeper in her warm pussy.
Risking the noise, I swung hard, the slap echoing around the office as my hand came into contact with her ass. A bright red handprint quickly visible on the contrast of her white cheek. I continued my assault on her ass and pussy (albeit more quietly) and slowly moved my other hand down until my thumb was brushing against her ass.
Timing it with one of her backward thrusts, I slipped my thumb into her ass past the first knuckle. She winced at first, so I gave her a moment to adjust. Soon though she started slowly rocking back again on my cock and thumb. “Please sir. I will take it. I want to be your good slut,” she moaned, looking over her shoulder at me, lust burning in her eyes.
As her asshole opened up to me, my pace quickened, becoming rougher and rougher. The slutty mess bent over in front of me was starting to have too much of an effect and I could feel myself inching towards an orgasm of my own.
I uncapped the bottle of lube I had brought to the corner and squeezed a generous portion into my hand. I had to make my move before she had time to think. On my next backwards stroke I removed my cock from her pussy and thumb from her ass. I chuckled as she lewdly squirmed back against the air, hoping for more contact. She soon found it, but not the way she expected. I had taken that pause to liberally coat my cock in the lube and my next thrust forward hit home not in her pussy, but deep into her asshole. She gasped out as my cock bottomed out in her ass, the wind momentarily taken from her lungs.
Giving her time to get used to it, I slowly rocked back and forth, making small movements inside of her. I knew it was closing in on time for the big finish. I handed her the vibrator again and didn’t need to give any further instruction. Soon it was buzzing away on her clit and my cock was moving more and more inside of her ass. As soon as I felt her push back against my cock, I began the sprint to the finish. I pumped hard into her, slamming her into the ball rack as she approached her own wild climax. I felt her go off first and it was enough to make my cock go off too. Her legs gave way and the vibrator crashed to the floor as her pussy gushed against her hand. I could feel her wetness dripping down not only her thighs, but onto mine as well.
My hips bucked forward as rope after rope of cum burst from my cock, filling her tight ass.
My weight slumped against her, pinning her to the ball rack as I caught my breath. It was probably a good thing, as there was no way she would’ve been able to stand on her own.
“Good slut. You’ve performed well. Of course I have one last surprise for you before your night is through.”
There was very little resistance as I pushed the butt plug into her quivering asshole, sealing in my hot load.
“Please sir,” she begged. “Don’t I need to get out of here before I get caught? I need my dress.”
“Oh such a silly little slut. You think that was enough to satisfy me? No way in hell am I finished with you tonight!”
I pulled her back across the room and helped her onto the carpeted floor beneath my desk. The way it was positioned, she would be completely invisible even if someone were to walk in.
Leaving her there to recover, I rebuilt my appearance, putting my suit back together and fixing my hair in the mirror. Her head poked up from behind the desk as I gathered my game materials and prepared to go meet the team.
“But but but sir, what will I do?” She stammered, clearly nervous but still turned on. Striding confidently across the room, I placed the vibrator in the center of the desk.
“I’m sure you’ll think of something,” I laughed as I turned to leave the office. “Oh I almost forgot!” I called out from the doorway as she ducked behind the desk. Reaching into my pocket, I clicked the small remote and heard a gasp and a faint hum as the plug began to rumble in her ass. “Enjoy!” I shouted as the door swung shut behind me, wondering how long until the batteries ran out on her.
Postgame:
Players cheers still echoed around the locker room as I burst back into the office postgame. I could sense her panic in the room as I was followed into the office by a pair of assistant coaches. Luckily for her, I was the only one who came around to her side of the desk.
Without even looking down at her, I slumped back in my chair, thrilled with how the night was turning out. My assistants took their seats across the desk from me after one passed out our traditional post-win glass of tequila.
I took advantage of their momentary focus on their drinks to scratch a quick note onto a post it. Sliding my chair closer to the desk, I dropped the note between my feet. It was the only three words my slut needed:
“Earn your dress.”
I smiled to myself as my assistants began excitedly recapping the key plays from our victory. Moments later I felt my fly being unzipped and my hardening cock being fished out of my boxers.
“What a night!” I thought to myself as I felt a warm, wet mouth sink down on my cock.
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