Part 1. The new coach
“Shit.”
I was already running late to class, and now there was an accident up ahead. I nervously checked the clock. My fitness coach, Adam, was a stickler for punctuality. Any more than 10 minutes late and he wouldn’t allow me in. I wondered how many blow jobs I’d have to promise for him to break a gym rule for me. Nowhere was he more dominating or demanding of obedience than at his gym.
Finally traffic started moving. I got to the gym, parked, and hastily made my way inside.
“You’re LATE, L. Get to work on your warmup. 500 meters, rower. Now.”
This was not off to a great start.
As I rowed and sweat began to build on my forehead, Adam came over between barking orders at other clients. He knelt beside me.
“Everything good baby girl? You came in in a rush”
“Just traffic. I’m good, Coach.”
“Ok good. Then I’m going to push you today. Your ankle sprain is looking better and we need to regain ground on your squats” he said with a grin.
Adam had promised me that if I squatted 200 lbs., he would finally let us use the spreader bar he bought. I am not sure which of us was more eager for me to hit that goal! I was getting closer every week.
After the warmup we began our squat sets. I had worked up to 180# when Adam came over and said, “I’m going to show the new coach how to spot you.”
We both knew I didn’t need a spotter for 180#, but this was for educational purposes.
The new coach, Chris, looked a bit nervous. He was younger than Adam by almost a decade, a fresh college grad. He had the broad shoulders and thick legs of an athlete paired with a boyishly handsome face and a shy smile. I was almost old enough to be his mother. Definitely old enough to be his mommy.
Coach Adam came behind me, in a crouch position with his arms out ready to catch the bar should I need to bail. I took a deep breath in and initiated my descent.
“Deeper.”
“Yes, Coach.”
I began the next rep, slowly lowering my ass down until I was in the lowest squat my body could handle.
“Pause. 3 seconds at the bottom”
Adam gripped my hips to hold me in place.
“Coach!”
“For your own good, baby girl” he said quietly, firmly. No room to negotiate. He could hold me down by force, if he wanted to.
I counted slowly to three. I knew if I cheated he’d just hold me down longer. I could feel his warm breath on my neck. Part of me wanted to dump the weight onto him in rebellion. Part of me loved the thrill of feeling his hands on me, restraining me.
I rose back up with a grunt.
“Now do a rep with no pause.”
I did as told, finding it much easier to stand back up.
“See that? Easy!” he said, giving me a high five.
“Chris, this is one of my best athletes. Sometimes I make her exercises more challenging because she’s a little beast. We don’t do cookie cutter workouts here. We push our clients hard.
I want you to stay after class, baby girl, so I can demonstrate some techniques on you. To help train Chris.”
“Yes, Coach” I said, trying not to grin too hard.
Chris looked nervously excited. I’m sure he’d heard the rumors about Coach Adam’s after hours sessions.
I admired his musculature, knowing I’d probably see even more of it soon.
Pt 2. Full service.
After class, Adam grabbed me by the shoulders from behind and leaned in my ear.
“Are you available right now, my muse?”
“Always, Daddy” I whispered back, grinning devilishly.
“Go upstairs to the equipment room and get on the massage table I put out. Take off just your top. Lay face down.”
“Yes, Coach.”
I did as told. A few minutes later, I heard the door open and Chris walked in.
“Oh! I’m so sorry! Adam sent me up here”
“It’s ok, come in” I said with a smile, still laying face down on the table.
Chris looked confused. But was that a bulge growing under his gym shorts?
Adam appeared behind Chris, clapped him on the shoulders, and as if nothing was amiss said “let’s get started on your training!”
Adam began to demonstrate how to release a shoulder knot on me. He used his hands to warm me up and knead until a tender spot made me cry out softly. He then switched to a metal tool that was even more pressure.
I whimpered and kicked my feet a little as he pressed harder.
“See, Chris, sometimes you’re going to have to administer some controlled pain to get clients out of pain. This one is going to feel so loose and amazing once we’re done with her, aren’t you baby girl?”
I couldn’t help but giggle.
“Yes, Coach!”
“Chris, why don’t you try working on her other shoulder.”
I felt his strong but hesitant hands tracing the outline of my lat muscles. He pressed and prodded till he found a spot that made me draw in my breath sharply.
“That’s it. Now you’re going to press into it until you feel her relax.”
He did as told.
“Now we’re going to move on to some…advanced techniques. Baby girl, turn over.”
I dutifully flipped onto my back, up on my elbows. My D-cup breasts jiggled, nipples hard anticipating what would come next.
“Oh, uh, um…shouldn’t, um, she have a towel? I can go get one…” said Chris.
“Not necessary. This is advanced techniques, Chris. I don’t just train athletes. I also train sluts, and this one shows promise for being my best of all time. Right baby girl?”
“Yes Daddy.”
“You see, Chris, there are a lot of needy sluts here. They need a good workout AND a good fucking. You need to learn how to service them.”
“Oh, um. I don’t remember that from the job interview!”
“If it’s not for you I understand.”
“…I didn’t say that.”
I started rubbing my nipple while smiling at Chris. It was so cute to see his nervous excitement. I already knew he was going to be a very good boy for us.
Daddy came over to the table and forcefully pulled me to the edge, so that my legs were now wrapped around him.
“Lay back.”
I did as told. Daddy poured massage oil down the center of my chest, between my breasts. He began to slowly work his hands up and around them, touching everything but them.
“You see, you can’t just go in for the kill. You have to build some anticipation. Make her even more needy, make her beg, make her so wet all she can think about is your cock.”
Chris was grinning like a fool and I noticed him adjusting his shorts, trying to hide his erection.
“Turn over.”
Daddy pulled down my shorts and underwear. I felt him apply more massage oil, rubbing it all over my thick, muscular ass, till my skin was soft and slick.
Almost as wet and slippery as my pussy.
“Chris, come feel her. This is how you know a slut is ready.”
He guided Chris’s hand to my pussy. Chris began to rub, first hesitantly, then with more purpose as he got used to how wet and soft I was for Daddy.
“Not back and forth, circles. You know where the clit is, yes? If you’re ever unsure you just ask her, does this feel good? Until you find the spot. Right baby?”
“Yes Daddy” I purred.
“Now that she is ready I’m going to show you how to tease her with your cock.”
Chris stepped aside as Daddy pulled out his thick cock. I saw Chris blush.
“Oh c’mon, nothing you haven’t seen in a locker room, right? Get yours out. Let us see” Daddy said, as if this was the most casual and natural thing in the world.
Chris was now turning violet. I could tell this was many first times for him: first time with an older woman, first time watching a dominant fuck his slut, hell, probably his first sexual experience that wasn’t vanilla sex in a dorm room.
“Take it out, Chris. I can see your print through your shorts. I know you’re packing. Don’t be shy!” I said encouragingly.
Chris slowly untied his drawstring and pulled his shorts down, revealing his rock hard erection, already leaking precum.
“Come here honey, let me help you with that.”
Chris walked over to the side of the table. I gripped his shaft gently and began slowly jerking him off.
“You have a really nice dick, Chris. Nothing to hide or be ashamed of”
He giggled nervously. “Thank you. No one’s ever complimented my dick before.”
Daddy laid a firm slap to my ass cheek.
“FOCUS, baby girl. This is MY pussy and I’m just getting started with it. Don’t get distracted” he said firmly.
“Yes, Daddy.” I felt chastised. And more horny. I had to remember I was Daddy’s slut and this was his show to run.
I just got excited by the prospect of some near-virginal cock. Nothing like the joy of seeing someone being corrupted into perversion.
Daddy began to tease my pussy with his cock, as I absent mindedly stroked Chris. He was rubbing my clit with his head. My desire was becoming unbearable.
“Daddy, PLEASE!” I said with urgency.
“Please what.” he growled
“Please, I want your cock inside me”
“Yes baby. Good girl.”
Turning to Chris: “See how she begs for me?”
I moaned as he entered me, and my eyes widened through the first few strokes, I was amazed at how sensitive I was. It was so smart of Daddy to do this right after a workout when I was at peak horniness.
Daddy began to thrust into me animalistically. He liked to make it clear who was in charge.
“Tell me who owns this pussy.”
“You do, Daddy.”
“Are you my little slut?”
“Yes Daddy”
Chris began to moan. I was barely even stroking him but he had continued to leak copious amounts of precum.
“Do you like it when I let another man see you naked, and make you play with his cock for me?”
“Yes Daddy”
“Do you like getting fucked while this horny virgin watches?”
“Yes Daddy”
“Who is my good fucking slut.”
“I’m your slut, Daddy”
Suddenly Chris lurched forward, crying out, as cum began to spurt from his thick cock. Surprising all of us.
I stroked him more intentionally as long ropes of cum shot across my stomach, one overshooting the table entirely. Chris let out a moan as the last bit of cum leaked out of him.
“Good boy” I told him, rubbing his cum onto me, my body glistening with the mix of massage oil and his generous load.
This just made Daddy fuck me harder. To reclaim me. Mark his territory.
He began to play with my clit and all I could do was moan and hang on to the table. I was fully immersed in subspace, there was nothing but the sensation of Daddy’s powerful hands playing with me as his muscular body thrust into me, over and over.
I felt Chris reach over to play with my breasts, and directed his fingers to my nipples. He used his other hand to stroke his increasingly hard dick. I love how younger men can reload nearly instantly like that.
“Turn over.”
Daddy positioned me into doggy style. My favorite.
He pulled on my hair as he fucked me, hard and slow, savoring every stroke. I could tell from his breathing he was close.
I played with my clit until I felt the orgasm building.
“Daddy can I PLEASE cum”
“Yes princess. Cum for me.”
With a few more strokes, I felt the convulsions begin, my tight pussy clenching around Daddy’s dick. I cried out.
Daddy began to curse quietly and I thrust my hips back hard to let him know I wanted him to cum in me.
“Not. Today. Baby. Girl. Daddy. Needs. To Mark. His. Pet.” he said, each word punctuated with a thrust.
And then he pulled out, and I felt his cum spray up my back, all the way up on my neck, and pooling on the small of my back.
“Good girl” said Daddy, breathing heavily.
“Stay right there.”
Daddy wanted a picture for his collection.
I noticed that Chris was now furiously stroking his dick which was extremely engorged, almost ready to blow again. But I knew I needed permission.
“Daddy, can I give Chris some help?”
“Yes, my little cum slut.”
I had barely gotten Chris’s full length in my mouth for a few desperate, needy pumps before he started moaning loudly. I pulled his dick out of my mouth just as he started spraying my face with cum.
“Yes that’s it. Good boy.”
He moaned so loud, his face flushed, no longer shy about his large dick shooting cum all over my smiling face.
“Baby girl, I just got the hottest video of that one.”
I smiled. “Let me see Daddy!”
We watched it together, Chris looking desperate to orgasm as he fucked my face, and the arcs of cum coating me when he exploded. I giggled with pleasure watching it.
“Such a good cum slut. I’m so proud of you.
Chris, now we need to get her cleaned up. There are still people in the gym. As much as I’d like to parade her around like the dirty cum slut that she is, I have a feeling that would be frowned upon” he said with a laugh.
Daddy began to clean me with a damp towel, carefully wiping the mix of cum and massage oil off my back, then my stomach, and then my face last.
He handed a box of baby wipes to Chris, who began wiping down my neck, my breasts, and stomach while Daddy worked on my back.
“Chris, we’re going to have to work on your stamina. You did great for your first time. Trust me, I know how hard it can be to control yourself around a woman like her. You’ll get the hang of it though.”
When they were done there was no evidence left of the mess that had just occurred. Other than the fact that I smelled like an odd mix of wet pussy, sweat, cum and baby wipes, that is.
“My best girl. I love you so much. You are the best toy Daddy could ask for. You did SUCH a good job, I think I’m going to have you help me train all the new coaches, if that’s ok with you.”
“Yes, Daddy. I love you too, Daddy. Thank you for sharing me.”
“Of course. Any feedback for Chris?”
“Chris, that was really fun! But a little warning would be nice before you cum next time! I love how easily you get hard though. That will be really helpful in this…position” I said with a eyebrow wiggle.
Chris was grinning like a kid on Christmas. “Sorry miss, uh, ma’am.”
His dream job just got dreamier.
“Now get dressed, go downstairs and finish your stretches. Chris and I will finish cleaning up here.”
I pulled my shorts and bra back on, and headed downstairs. The few remaining clients in the gym barely turned their heads. The loud music had masked the sounds of me getting fucked and taking three loads of cum. Just as Daddy planned.
He really was the best Daddy a girl could ask for.
On the way out I checked the gym calendar in the office.
Orientation for the next new hire was in a week.
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