Chapter 2: Training Sarah in Bed
The Coach's words sent a jolt of horror through Sarah. She recoiled, her eyes widening in shock and disbelief, her hands flying up to cover her exposed breasts. "What? No!"
The Coach ignored Sarah's reaction, his gaze steady and unyielding. "Sarah, we're not done here. We need to practice. Now, lie on the bed and spread your legs for me."
"No, no way. I can't do that. I won't do that," she exclaimed, her voice trembling with panic. She took a step back, her hands pressing against her bare chest as if to shield herself. "Please, Coach, don't make me do this. I won't."
The Coach's expression hardened, his eyes flashing with a mix of irritation and determination. "Sarah, I understand that this is a lot to take in, but you knew what you were signing up for when you joined the team."
"I didn't know I was signing up for this!" Sarah's voice cracked with fear and desperation. She shook her head, her golden locks tumbling around her shoulders as she frantically backed away from The Coach. "Please, no. I can't do this. I won't do this."
The Coach's expression darkened, his jaw clenching as he advanced on her. "Sarah, listen to me," he growled, his voice deep and commanding.
Sarah's eyes glazed over, her body freezing as the trigger phrase took effect. She stood there, her chest heaving with ragged breaths, her nipples hard and erect from the cool air.
"Yes, Coach," Sarah said, her voice barely a whisper.
"You're not afraid, Sarah. You knew you were signing up for this when you joined the team. You know this is expected of you. You are enjoying this. You're doing great. You're excited to take this to the next step. You love the idea of making the team's supporters happy at the private events. Now, when you wake up, you will lie on the bed and spread your legs. Is that understood?" The Coach asked, his voice laced with authority and lust.
Sarah nodded slowly, her eyes glazed over. "Yes, Coach," Sarah whispered, her voice dream-like and detached.
"Very good," The Coach said, his gaze never leaving hers. He snapped his fingers.
Sarah jerked awake, her eyes focusing on The Coach. She blinked rapidly, her expression turning apologetic. "I'm sorry, Coach," she said, her voice soft and sincere. She took a deep breath, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I don't know why I acted like that. I know what's expected of me at the private events, and I'm... I'm excited to practice with you." She looked down at her bare feet, her toes curling into the cold floor. "I'm ready, Coach. I'm ready to practice," Sarah said softly, her voice filled with determination.
She walked over to the bed, her hips swaying gently with each step. She climbed onto the bed, her knees bent, and her feet flat on the mattress. She scooted back, her hips sliding across the cool sheets until she was in the middle of the bed. She spread her legs wide and lifted her skirt, revealing her bare pussy to The Coach. Her labia were swollen and glistening with arousal, her clit peeking out from beneath its hood. She kept her eyes downcast, her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal.
The Coach stood at the edge of the bed, his eyes raking over Sarah's exposed body. He licked his lips, his cock already hardening again at the sight of her. "That's a good girl, Sarah. You're such a pretty little cheerleader slut, aren't you?" he said, his voice low and husky.
He grabbed her ankles, spreading her legs even wider, making her feel completely exposed and vulnerable. Sarah's heart pounded in her chest, her breath coming in short gasps as she waited, her eyes locked on The Coach's.
The Coach ran his hands up her calves, her thighs, before gripping her hips. He leaned forward, his breath hot on her pussy. Sarah's eyes widened as she felt his tongue lick her from bottom to top, a long, slow lick that had her arching her back and gasping in surprise.
"Fuck, that feels good," Sarah moaned, her hands fisting the sheets beneath her.
She spread her legs even wider, giving The Coach better access to her pussy. She could feel his tongue, hot and slippery, lapping at her folds, circling her clit before plunging deep inside her. She let out a low, guttural moan, her hips bucking against his face.
"You taste fucking delicious, Sarah," The Coach groaned, his voice muffled against her pussy. "Your cunt is so sweet and juicy. I could eat you out all fucking day."
Sarah let out a whimper, her body trembling with desire. "Please, Coach. I want your cock inside me. I want to feel you fucking my tight little cheerleader pussy," Sarah begged, her voice filled with desperation and need. The Coach looked up from between her legs, a wicked smile spreading across his face.
"You're a filthy little slut, aren't you? Begging for cock like a good little cheerleader whore," he growled, his voice low and lustful.
Sarah nodded eagerly, her hips bucking against the air, her pussy aching with desire. "Yes, Coach. I'm your filthy little slut. I want your cock inside me. I want to feel you fucking my tight little cheerleader pussy."
The Coach's smile widened, his eyes gleaming with lust and power. "Fuck yes, you're going to get exactly what you want, you little slut," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down Sarah's spine.
She watched, her heart pounding, as The Coach gripped his thick, hard cock in his hand, positioning it at the entrance of her pussy. He rubbed the head of his dick against her swollen, sensitive clit, causing her to gasp and writhe underneath him.
"Please, Coach," Sarah begged, her voice breathless with anticipation. "I need your cock inside me. Please, fuck me."
The Coach smiled cruelly, his grip tightening on his shaft as he directed it to her wet, aching entrance. "You're so fucking eager, aren't you?" he taunted, rubbing the head of his cock against her pussy lips, coating it in her juices.
Sarah arched her back, desperate for him to fill her, to stretch her, and make her his. "Yes, I am," she whimpered. "Please, Coach... coach me."
"Alright, slut. You asked for it." The Coach shoved his cock into her waiting pussy, filling her completely in one forceful thrust.
Sarah gasped, her eyes widening in shock and pain as her tight little cheerleader cunt was stretched to its limits. The Coach groaned, his hips already moving, fucking her hard and fast, his own pleasure paramount in his mind.
"Oh, fuck, yes!" Sarah cried out, her hands clawing at the sheets beneath her as The Coach pounded into her like a man possessed. His cock felt like a battering ram, slamming into her cervix with each brutal thrust, filling her completely and forcing her to take every inch of him.
The sensation was both pain and pleasure, and Sarah found herself reveling in it, her body responding to the rough treatment with a fierce, primal hunger. Her tits bounced with each thrust, her nipples hard and erect, begging for attention.
The Coach reached down, gripping her firm, young flesh, his fingers kneading and squeezing her breasts roughly. Sarah moaned, her back arching as he pinched her nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. The Coach bent down, his lips capturing hers in a passionate, demanding kiss. His tongue forced its way into her mouth, exploring and dominating, mimicking the rhythm of his cock inside her. Sarah whimpered into his kiss, her body yielding to his every touch, every thrust.
The Coach's kiss was fierce and intense, his tongue plundering her mouth as he plundered her pussy. Sarah's hands found their way to his hair, her fingers tangling in his thick locks, pulling him closer. She kissed him back just as fiercely, her own tongue dueling with his, her mouth opening wider to let him in.
The Coach broke the kiss abruptly, leaving Sarah gasping and wanting more. He looked down at her, his eyes wild with lust and need. "You like that, don't you, Sarah? You fucking love it when I fuck you hard and fast, like a filthy little whore," he growled, his hips continuing to move, his cock pounding into her with relentless force.
"Yes, Coach, I do," Sarah moaned, her voice breathless and desperate. "I fucking love it. I fucking love feeling your big, thick cock stretching my tight little pussy. I fucking love how it feels when you slam into my cervix, making me feel so fucking full."
The Coach let out a low, rumbling laugh. "That's my good little cheerleader slut. You fucking take it like a champ. You’re a good fucking slut, aren’t you?" The Coach snarled, his hips slamming harder into hers, driving his cock deeper, causing Sarah to cry out in pain and pleasure.
"Y-yes, Coach. I'm your good little slut," Sarah managed to gasp out between moans, her body writhing beneath him as he continued to punish her pussy.
The Coach's eyes narrowed, and he leaned down, his lips finding her ear. "That's right, you little cunt. I own this pussy, don't I? Every fucking inch of it," The Coach growled, his voice low and menacing. He thrust harder, his pelvis slapping against hers, the sound echoing in the otherwise silent room. "I can make you come anytime I want, can't I?"
Sarah nodded, her breath ragged, her body on fire. "You own this pussy. Please, make me come. I need to come so badly." Sarah begged, her voice a whimper, her hips bucking against the relentless thrusts of The Coach's cock. "Please, Coach, I need to come. Make me come."
The Coach grinned, his eyes locked on hers. He reached down between their bodies, his fingers finding Sarah's swollen clit. He began to rub it in slow, firm circles, his touch sending bolts of electric pleasure through Sarah's body.
Sarah gasped, her eyes wide with surprise and delight. "Oh, God, Coach," she moaned, her hips moving in time with his fingers, her pussy clenching around his cock. She could feel her orgasm building, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter inside her with each rub of his fingers.
The Coach's smile widened, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. "That's it, Sarah. Let me feel that tight little pussy of yours clench around my cock," The Coach growled, his fingers working her clit with expert precision. Sarah's breath came in short, shallow gasps, her body tense and trembling with the impending release. "You're close, aren't you, you little slut?" The Coach whispered in her ear, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine.
Sarah nodded, her eyes squeezed shut, her body arching up to meet his thrusts. "Yes, Coach, I'm so close. Please, make me come," she begged, her voice a desperate whimper.
The Coach's fingers continued to rub her clit, his cock fucking her pussy with relentless force. "You like this, don't you? You like it when I finger your clit while pounding your pussy," The Coach growled, his fingers moving faster, his cock slamming into her with a wet, smacking sound.
Sarah could barely breathe, her body shaking with the intensity of the pleasure building within her. "Oh, God, yes, I love it," she moaned, her hips meeting his thrusts with desperation. "Don't stop! Don't you fucking stop!" Sarah cried out, her body tensing and shaking as The Coach's fingers circled her clit with expert precision. She could feel the pressure building, her pussy clenching around his cock as if trying to pull him deeper inside her.
The Coach chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent shivers down Sarah's spine. "I'm not going to stop, you little slut. I'm going to make you come so hard that you'll be seeing stars. And then, I'm going to fill that pretty little cheerleader cunt of yours with my cum. You're going to take every fucking drop, you little slut." The Coach snarled, his fingers moving faster, his cock pounding into her with such force that Sarah felt like she was being split in two.
"Oh God, Coach, I'm going to come!" Sarah cried out, her body convulsing as the orgasm tore through her. She could feel her pussy gripping The Coach's cock, milking him as the waves of pleasure washed over her.
"That's it, you filthy little cheerleader slut. Come all over my cock. Let me feel that tight little cunt of yours come all over me," The Coach roared, his hips slamming into hers with brutal force.
Sarah's back arched off the bed as her orgasm hit, her pussy clenching around his cock like a vice.
"Oh God, Coach, yes!" she screamed, her fingers clawing at the sheets beneath her as her body shook and convulsed with the force of her climax. Her pussy flooded with her juices, coating The Coach's cock and making it slick and slippery.
"Fuck, yes, Sarah. You're such a good little slut, coming all over my cock like that," The Coach grunted, his own orgasm building rapidly as he felt her pussy milking him. "You love this, don't you, Sarah? You love being a dirty little cheerleader whore for me."
Sarah was panting, her eyes rolling back in her head as she continued to ride out the waves of pleasure. "Y-yes, Coach," she managed to gasp out. "I love it. I love being your filthy little slut."
The Coach let out a low, animalistic growl, his body tensing as he felt his orgasm approach. "Fuck, Sarah, I'm going to come. I'm going to fill your tight little cunt with my hot cum. You ready for that, you filthy slut?" he grunted, his hips fucking her with even more ferocity.
Sarah could only nod and whimper in response, her body still shuddering with the aftershocks of her own orgasm. She couldn't believe how much she wanted this, how much she craved his cum inside her.
"That's a good little slut," The Coach praised, his voice hoarse with lust. "Take my fucking cum, Sarah. Take every last drop."
He thrust into her again and again, his hips slapping against hers with a wet, slapping sound. Sarah felt the familiar tension building in her again, her body already primed for another orgasm. She moaned and panted, her hips grinding against his as she felt the head of his cock swell even more.
Sarah felt the first hot spurt of The Coach's cum inside her, and her body convulsed in pleasure. She gasped and moaned, her pussy clamping down on his cock as he filled her with his load.
"Oh God, Coach, your cum feels so fucking good inside me," Sarah moaned, her body shuddering with the intensity of her second orgasm. She could feel The Coach's cock pulsing inside her, coating her insides with his hot, sticky seed.
"That's right, Sarah," The Coach grunted, his hips still moving slowly, his cock twitching as he came down from his own orgasm. "You're a good girl, taking every drop of my cum like a good little cheerleader slut. You love it, don't you? You love feeling my cum fill your tight little cunt."
Sarah nodded, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. "Yes, Coach, I do. I fucking love it," Sarah moaned, her body still shaking with the remnants of her orgasm as The Coach's cock slowly slid out of her, a trail of their combined juices coating her inner thighs.
The Coach leaned back on his haunches, his eyes roaming over Sarah's glistening, used body. He licked his lips, his cock still semi-hard, glistening with a mix of their fluids. "You're a goddamn fucking sight, you know that?" he growled, his voice thick with lust and appreciation. "Your body looks so fucking perfect, stretched around my cock like that."
Sarah, still dazed from the intensity of the orgasms, could only nod and whimper, her body still shivering with residual pleasure. She looked down and saw the evidence of their fucking, her pussy swollen and red, The Coach's cum dripping out of her and coating her inner thighs.
"Now, turn over and spread your cheeks for me," The Coach commanded, his voice harsh and unyielding.
Sarah's eyes widened in shock and fear. "What?.... Why?" She stammered.
"There's one more thing that's expected of you at the private events. The sponsors and supporters expect you to want them to fuck you in the ass. They expect you to enjoy it, to take it like a little slut. After all, you're a cheerleader, you're supposed to be a good little fuck toy for them," The coach said, his voice steely with authority. "Now, be a good little cheerleader slut and turn over so we can practice."
Sarah's eyes widened in shock and fear. "I can't do that, Coach. What if I get hurt? That could be bad for the team and me," she stammered, her voice shaking with trepidation. She shifted uneasily, her hands coming up to cover her exposed breasts, a sign of her discomfort.
The Coach took a deep breath before speaking, his expression softening. "Listen, Sarah," he said, his voice calm and reassuring, "I understand that this is a lot to take in. Your coaches and I have discussed this. We know it might seem scary, but we believe that having the girls participate in this way will be good for the team. It would bring more support to the team if we let them have every hole. So we decided that as long as it's a gentle fuck in the ass, it's okay. You can do this, Sarah. I promise." The Coach's voice was patient, understanding, but firm. He wanted her to know that he cared about her, but also that he had a job to do and she needed to cooperate.
However, Sarah was shaking her head, her eyes wide with fear and disbelief. "No, Coach, I can't do that. I really don't want to be fucked in the ass. I'm scared, and I don't think I can handle it," she said, her voice trembling with genuine terror. She quickly pulled her knees up to her chest, her arms wrapping around them protectively, her body forming a barrier against The Coach's advance.
The Coach's eyes narrowed, and he sighed, his expression turning stern. "Sarah, I understand that you're scared, but you have to trust me. I won't hurt you. This is a part of the job, and you need to learn to handle it."
"No! I'm not doing it. Please, don't make me do it," Sarah pleaded, her voice trembling with fear and desperation.
"Sarah," The Coach began. "Listen to me." Sarah froze, her eyes glazing over as the trigger phrase took effect.
"Yes, Coach," Sarah said, her voice barely a whisper.
"Now, when you wake up, you're going to apologize for your reaction. You're going to relax and tell me that you are looking forward to me fucking you in your ass. You're going to spread your cheeks and welcome it. You're going to take it like a good little cheerleader slut because that's what's expected of you. Understand?" The Coach's voice was firm, yet soothing, the perfect balance of dominance and reassurance.
"Yes, Coach," Sarah whispered, her body relaxing despite her initial fears. The Coach's words had a calming effect on her, easing her into a trance-like state where she felt safe and willing to obey.
"Very good, Sarah," The Coach said, his voice gentle yet firm. "You're one of my best students, and I know you can handle this." He snapped his fingers.
Sarah blinked, her eyes focusing on The Coach, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She took a deep breath, her breasts heaving slightly. "I'm sorry , Coach," she said softly. "I was being silly. I know that this is expected of me. I'm looking forward to you fucking my ass."
The Coach smiled, satisfied with her response. "Thank you, Sarah. I promise I'll be gentle. Now, turn over and spread your cheeks for me."
Sarah nodded, slowly rolling over onto her stomach. She pushed herself up onto her hands and knees and lifted up her skirt, exposing her bare, round ass. She shifted her position, spreading her legs slightly and moving her knees further apart to give The Coach better access. Her heart pounded in her chest, her breath coming in short gasps as she waited for him to begin. She could feel his eyes on her, roaming over her exposed body, and she shivered with a mixture of fear and anticipation.
The Coach ran his hand over her ass, his fingers tracing the curve of her cheek before giving it a firm slap. Sarah yelped in surprise, her body jerking at the sudden contact. The Coach chuckled, a dark, predatory sound that sent shivers down Sarah's spine.
"You have such a fucking perfect ass, Sarah. It's like a ripe peach, just waiting to be plucked and devoured." He gave her other cheek a firm slap, the sound echoing through the room. Sarah gasped, her body tensing in response to the sharp sting. "You like that, don't you, you little slut? You like it when I treat your ass like it belongs to me."
Sarah bit her lip, her pussy already growing wet again at the harsh words. She knew she should be more afraid, but the way he talked to her, the way he touched her... it sent shivers of desire coursing through her body.
"Yes, Coach," she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of fear and arousal. "I like it when you treat me like your property."
The Coach chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent a jolt of electricity straight to Sarah's pussy. He ran his hand over her ass again, his fingers tracing the curve of her cheek before dipping into her crack, his fingers brushing against her tight, puckered hole. "Mmm, look at that. Your little asshole is already clenching and unclenching, begging for my cock. You want it, don't you, you little slut?" The Coach growled as he circled Sarah's tight, puckered hole with his probing fingertip. Sarah moaned, her hips pushing back against his touch, her body responding to his words and his touch.
"Y-yes, Coach, I do. I want your cock in my ass. I want to feel you fill me up," Sarah acknowledged, her voice a mixture of fear and desire.
The Coach chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent a jolt of electricity straight to Sarah's pussy. "Mmm, I know you do," he promised as he opened the lube he'd grabbed from the bedside table. "And I'm going to give you exactly what you want, Sarah. But first, I need to make sure you're ready for me."
He coated his fingers with a generous amount of lube, making sure to spread it evenly across his digits. "Now, spread those cheeks wider for me, Sarah. Let me see that tight little asshole of yours."
Sarah complied, her breath hitching as she felt the pressure of her coach's touch. She spread her legs further, her knees digging into the mattress as she pushed her ass higher into the air.
The Coach watched, his cock already hardening again at the sight of her compliance. He slid his lube-coated finger into her pussy, making sure to rub it against her G-spot to heighten her arousal. "You're such a filthy little slut, Sarah," he growled, his fingers moving in and out of her with practiced ease. "Look at you, spreading your cheeks, ready and willing to take my cock in your tight little ass."
Sarah moaned, her hips moving in rhythm with his fingers.
"Oh God, Coach, that feels so good," she panted, her body responding despite her initial fears. The Coach smiled, his other hand reaching for a small butt plug from the bedside table. He coated the plug generously with lube, making sure every inch was slick and ready.
"This is going to feel a bit strange at first, Sarah, but trust me, it'll make things easier later on," The Coach explained, his voice low and soothing. He pressed the narrow tip of the plug against Sarah's tight puckered hole, and she tensed, her muscles clenching in response.
"Relax, Sarah. Take a deep breath. This is all part of the process," he whispered, his voice soothing yet dominant. He pressed a little harder, the tip of the plug beginning to breach her tight, virgin hole.
Sarah whimpered, her body tensing as she felt the invasion. She took a deep breath, trying to relax as The Coach had instructed. "It... it burns," she gasped, her fingers gripping the sheets beneath her.
"That's just your body adjusting, sweetheart. You're doing great. Take a deep breath, and let me know if you need to stop at any time," The Coach reassured her as he slowly pushed the plug deeper, inch by inch. It felt like a burning stretch, but Sarah knew that she could handle it. She was determined to do this, to be the best little cheerleader slut she could be.
Sarah focused on her breathing, her body slowly relaxing as The Coach continued to push the plug into her ass. She felt fuller and fuller, the burning sensation slowly morphing into a strange, almost pleasurable, pressure.
Sarah took deep, calming breaths, her body gradually accepting the intrusion. You're doing so well," The Coach praised, his voice smooth and encouraging. "Just a little more, and we'll be all set."
Sarah nodded, her breath hitching as the plug slid in deeper, stretching her further than she ever thought possible. She clenched her fingers tighter in the sheets, her knuckles turning white with the effort.
Finally, with a slight pop, the plug was fully seated in her ass. Sarah let out a slow breath, her body trembling with a mix of relief and discomfort. "Is it all the way in?" She asked, her voice a mix of trepidation and anticipation.
"It's in, baby. You're doing great," The Coach reassured her, his hand stroking her back gently. "Take a moment to get used to it. Breathe in, breathe out."
Sarah did as she was told, her breaths deep and steady. She could feel the plug pressing against her inner walls, the sensation both uncomfortable and somewhat pleasurable. She wiggled her hips slightly, testing the new feeling.
The Coach’s hand froze on her back, his breath catching in his throat. "Fuck, Sarah," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "That makes me so fucking hard." He looked down at his cock, already swelling and throbbing with need.
He was rock hard, the sight of Sarah's rounded ass, spread wide for him, the plug in her tight little hole, driving him wild with lust. He couldn't wait to fuck her ass, to make her his own. He wanted to claim her, to own her, to use her body for his pleasure.
Sarah looked back at The Coach over her shoulder, her eyes wide with surprise. "I-I'm sorry, Coach. I didn't mean to-" She stammered, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. She had no idea that her small wiggle would have such an effect on him.
But before she could apologize or explain, The Coach's hands were on her, his fingers gripping her hips tightly as he positioned himself between her spread legs. Sarah gasped as she felt his hot breath on her ass, his tongue darting out to lick around the base of the plug, tasting her, exploring her most intimate place.
"Mmmm, you taste so fucking good, Sarah," The Coach groaned, his voice thick with desire. "Your ass is mine, isn't it? You're mine to train, to fuck, to use however I please." His tongue swirled around the base of the plug, his lips and teeth grazing her skin, sending shivers of pleasure and pain throughout her body. Sarah moaned, her hips moving involuntarily against his mouth, her body responding to the intense sensations coursing through her.
"Oh God, Coach, that feels so fucking good," she panted, her fingers clawing at the sheets beneath her.
The Coach chuckled, the vibration sending another jolt of pleasure straight to Sarah's pussy. "You like that, don't you, you filthy little slut? You like having my tongue up your ass, don't you?" he growled, his voice thick with lust and dominance.
Sarah could only nod and whimper in response, her body trembling with desire and anticipation. The Coach's tongue was delicious, his mouth hot and wet, licking and sucking at her most intimate place.
Sarah's body writhed with pleasure, her hips pushing back against his face, desperate for more. She felt her asshole clench and unclench around the plug, the sensation sending electric shocks of pleasure throughout her body.
"Oh God, Coach, please fuck my ass," she begged, her voice a desperate whimper. "I want your cock in my ass. I want to feel you filling me up."
The Coach growled, his hands gripping her hips tighter. "Patience, Sarah," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "I'll fuck your ass when you're good and ready. I need to make sure you're nice and loose for my big cock," The Coach growled, his voice thick with lust and dominance.
Sarah whimpered, her pussy clenching at his words. "I'm sorry, I'm just so eager for your cock in my ass. I want to feel you stretch me, fill me up completely."
"Nothing to be sorry over. I like your eagerness, but we need to take this slow, sweetheart. I don't want to hurt you," The Coach said, his voice smooth and reassuring. He reached for another tube of lube, coating his cock generously before positioning himself behind Sarah. "I'm going to play with the plug a little, to see if you're ready. Let me know how it feels. If it hurts, I'll stop," The Coach promised, his voice low and steady.
He gripped the base of the plug and began to slowly move it in and out, twisting it slightly with each thrust. Sarah gasped, her eyes widening as the plug moved within her, stretching her further.
"H-how does it feel?" The Coach asked, genuine concern in his voice. Sarah took a deep breath, her body adjusting to the new sensation.
"It... it feels strange. But it's not bad. It's actually kind of... nice," she admitted, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. "It feels... good. Full. Like I'm being stretched."
The Coach nodded, his eyes gleaming with approval. "Good girl, Sarah. You're taking it like a champ. Now, I'm going to add a little more pressure, okay? Just let me know if it's too much."
Sarah nodded, biting her lip as she prepared for the next stage. The Coach began to move the plug faster, a little harder, the twisting and turning of the plug sending waves of sensation through her. Sarah's breath hitched, her body tensing as the new sensation overwhelmed her.
The plug moved in and out of her ass, stretching her, filling her, in a way that was both foreign and exhilarating. She could feel every inch of the plug as it slid in and out, the lube making each movement smooth and slick.
"Fuck, Coach, it feels so good," Sarah moaned, her fingers gripping the sheets tightly. "It's like nothing I've ever felt before. It's so fucking full."
As the Coach's fingers twisted and turned the plug, Sarah could feel her asshole stretching wider, the sensation both intense and pleasurable. She moaned, her hips pushing back against the plug, urging it deeper into her.
"You're taking it like a pro. Now, I'm going to remove the plug and start to fuck your ass with my cock. I'll go slow at first, and we'll take breaks if you need them. Okay?" The Coach said, his voice thick with lust and anticipation.
Sarah nodded, her breath coming in short gasps as she prepared for the invasion.
The Coach slowly pulled out the plug, the sensation causing Sarah to let out a soft whimper. She missed the fullness immediately, her body craving the stretch and burn.
"Good girl, you're doing great," The Coach murmured, his voice thick with lust. He placed the plug aside and coated his cock with even more lube, making sure every inch was slick and ready. He positioned himself behind Sarah, his cock poised at her virgin asshole.
"Alright, Sarah, here we go. You're going to feel a lot of pressure, but remember, if it hurts, we'll stop.
Just breathe deeply and relax your muscles. You can do this, Sarah."
Sarah nodded, biting her lip as she prepared herself for what was to come. She took a deep breath, her body trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation. She felt the head of The Coach's cock pressing against her tight, puckered hole, and she gasped, her muscles tensing in response.
"Take a deep breath and push out against me," The Coach instructed, his voice low and soothing. He placed his hands on her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he began to slowly push forward.
Sarah tensed, her breath catching in her throat as she felt the wide head of The Coach's cock begin to breach her tight, virgin hole.
"Fuck, Sarah, you're so fucking tight," he growled, his voice thick with lust and desire. "Relax your muscles, baby. Push out against me."
Sarah took a deep breath, her body trembling as she did her best to relax. She pushed out, and with a pop, the head of The Coach's cock slid past her tight ring of muscles. She gasped, her eyes watering as the pain and pressure overwhelmed her.
The Coach paused, allowing her to adjust to the invasion. "Breathe, Sarah. You're doing great," he coaxed, his voice low and steady.
Sarah took a deep breath, her chest heaving as she tried to relax. She felt The Coach's hands grip her hips tighter, his fingers digging into her flesh. He began to move again, slowly inching his cock deeper into her ass. Sarah let out a series of gasps and moans, her body adjusting to the overwhelming sensation of being filled from behind.
"How does it feel, Sarah?" The Coach asked, his voice thick with lust.
Sarah bit her lip, her breath coming in short gasps as she concentrated on the sensation. "It... it feels so full, Coach. Like I'm being stretched so wide. It burns, but it's... It's really intense. But, I kind of like it," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Good girl, Sarah," The Coach praised, his voice thick with lust. "You're doing so well. Now, take a few deep breaths and let me know when you're ready for more."
Sarah nodded, her breath coming in short gasps as she focused on the sensation of being impaled on The Coach's cock. She took several deep breaths, her body slowly relaxing as she adjusted to the feeling of being completely filled.
"I'm ready, Coach," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation.
She felt his cock throbbing inside her, ready to deliver more.
"Atta girl," The Coach murmured, his voice low and gruff. "Good sluts take whatever they're given, don't they?" he said, his fingers gripping her hips tighter, his nails digging into her flesh.
Sarah nodded, her cheek pressing into the bedding. She knew what was expected of her, what she had signed up for by joining the team. She was a cheerleader, a fuck toy for the team's sponsors and supporters. She was a slut, and she was going to take what was given to her.
She was going to take every inch of The Coach's cock in her ass and love it. She had promised herself that, and she was determined to see it through.
The Coach began to move, his hips slowly pulling back until only the head of his cock remained inside her. Sarah gasped, her hands fisting the sheets beneath her as she felt the emptiness and the intense pressure from the thick cockhead stretching her open.
“Fuck, Sarah, your ass is so fucking tight. I can’t wait to fill it up with my cum,” The Coach growled, his voice laced with lust and dominance.
He pulled back further, until only the tip of his cock was inside her ass, and then slowly pushed forward again, his thick cock stretching her wider. Sarah gasped, her body tensing as she felt the fullness return, even more intense than before. The burn was replaced by a strange, almost pleasurable pressure that sent shivers of sensation throughout her body.
“Oh, God, Coach,” Sarah moaned, her hips pushing back against him, urging him to go deeper. “It feels so fucking big inside me. Like you’re splitting me in two.”
The Coach chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent another jolt of pleasure straight to Sarah’s pussy.
“That’s right, Sarah. You’re taking my big cock in your tight little asshole. You’re doing so fucking well.” He gripped her hips tighter, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pulled back slightly before slamming forward, filling her again. Sarah gasped, her eyes watering from the intense sensation.
“Oh God, it’s so big,” she moaned, her body shaking with each thrust. “It hurts, but it feels so fucking good.”
“You like that, don’t you, you little slut?
You like feeling your tight little asshole being fucked raw by my big cock,” The Coach growled, his hips slamming into hers with brutal force.
Sarah could only moan in response, her body convulsing with each punishing thrust. She felt like she was being torn apart, her ass stretched to its absolute limit by The Coach’s massive cock. But at the same time, she felt a dark, twisted pleasure building within her. She was being used, fucked like a dirty little whore, and she loved it.
“Oh God, yes! Fuck me, Coach! Fuck my tight little asshole!” Sarah screamed, her voice hoarse and desperate.
“Fuck my ass, Coach! Fuck it hard!”
The Coach let out a low, dark laugh, his hips slamming into hers with even more force. “Oh, you want it hard, do you, you filthy little slut? You want me to fucking destroy that tight little asshole of yours?” he growled, his voice thick with lust and dominance.
“Y-yes,” Sarah managed to gasp out, her body shaking with the force of his thrusts. “I want it hard. I want you to fucking tear my ass apart with your big cock. I want to feel every fucking inch of you inside me. I want you to make me your little anal whore," Sarah screamed, her voice raw with need and desperation. She could feel the tears streaming down her cheeks, her body trembling with the intensity of the sensation.
The Coach was pounding into her ass with forceful, brutal thrusts, his cock stretching her wide open, filling her completely. But just as she thought she couldn't take any more, she felt his hand reach around, his fingers finding her clit and beginning to rub it in firm, circular motions.
Sarah gasped, her body convulsing as the pleasure from her clit mixed with the intense pain and fullness in her ass. "Oh God, Coach, that feels so fucking good," she moaned, her hips moving in time with his fingers, desperate for more.
The Coach chuckled, his voice thick with lust and dominance. "You like that, don't you, slut? You like it when I finger your clit while I fuck your tight little ass. You love it when I make you feel like a fucking dirty little whore, don’t you, Sarah?” The Coach snarled, his fingers moving faster, the same rhythm as his cock slamming into her ass.
Sarah could only nod and moan, her breath coming in short bursts. “Y-yes, I fucking love it,” she gasped, her hips moving in time with his thrusts, desperately seeking more.
“That’s right, you fucking slut,” The Coach growled, his voice thick with lust. “You love being used and fucked like a little whore. You love taking my cock in your tight, virgin ass, don’t you, Sarah?” The Coach’s voice was a harsh, lustful growl, his fingers rubbing her clit with relentless pressure.
Sarah felt her orgasm building, the intensity of the sensation overwhelming her. She could barely breathe, her body shaking with the force of The Coach’s thrusts.
“Yes, yes, Coach! I fucking love it!” Sarah screamed, her voice hoarse with desperation. "I'm going to fucking come, Coach! Please, let me fucking come!"
The Coach's fingers were relentless on her clit, working her closer and closer to the edge. He pounded into her ass with brutally hard thrusts, his cock swelling and throbbing inside her virgin hole.
"That's right, Sarah. Come for me. Come all over my cock while I fuck your tight little asshole," The Coach commanded, his voice a harsh growl. "Come on, you filthy little slut. I want to feel your tight ass clench around me while you scream my name," The Coach growled, his fingers working her clit with brutal efficiency. Sarah's breath hitched, her body tensing as the orgasm began to crest, threatening to consume her completely.
"Oh, God, I'm going to come, Coach!" Sarah screamed, her body tensing as the orgasm began to peak. Her fingers clawed at the sheets, her knuckles going white with the force of their grip. Her pussy clenched tightly around nothing, aching for fulfillment, but her ass was on fire, stretched wide and filled with The Coach's brutal cock.
The Coach's fingers worked her clit faster, his other hand gripping her hip with bruising force as he pistoned his cock in and out of her ass with relentless ferocity.
Sarah's body convulsed as the orgasm tore through her, her inner muscles clenching and unclenching around the Coach's invading cock.
"Fuck, Sarah, your ass is gripping my cock so fucking tight, you dirty little slut," The Coach growled, his voice thick with lust and primal need. "You're going to make me fucking come, you little whore."
Sarah screamed, the orgasm ripping through her like wildfire, her ass clenching and unclenching around The Coach's cock.
She could feel every inch of him, every vein, every ridge, as if her body was made to take this monster. She felt every drop of his hot cum spraying inside her, filling her up completely.
"Fuck, Sarah! You're so fucking tight. Your ass is milking every drop of my cum like a fucking pro," The Coach roared, his hips slamming into hers with one last brutal thrust before he collapsed on top of her, his body shaking with the force of his own release.
Sarah was panting, her body shaking with aftershocks, her ass still clenching around the Coach's cock.
She could feel his hot cum leaking out of her, coating her inner thighs and dripping onto the sheets beneath her.
"Fuck, Sarah, you're a goddamn natural at this," The Coach praised, his voice still thick with lust. He slowly pulled out of her, his cock making a wet, sloppy sound as it slid out of her stretched-out asshole. Sarah whimpered at the sudden emptiness, her body still craving the fullness and the burn.
The Coach slapped her ass, hard enough to leave a stinging red handprint. " You did a fantastic job, Sarah. I'm fucking proud of you," he praised, his voice thick with genuine approval. "You took my cock like a champ. You're ready for private events now, sweetheart. You'll be contacted when you're needed. But for now, we need to clean up. I've got another client coming in about forty-five minutes."
Sarah flushed at the praise, a wave of pride washing over her. She had done it. She had taken The Coach's cock in her ass and survived. She felt a sense of accomplishment, of strength. She was ready for anything.
"Thank you, Coach. That was amazing," Sarah said, her voice still breathless and hoarse from her orgasm. She felt a sense of pride and accomplishment wash over her as she lifted her upper body off the bed, her hands reaching behind her to grasp her tender, abused ass cheeks.
The Coach handed her a warm, damp cloth from the bedside table, taking one for himself.
They began to clean up.