Coach Kristen - Sex Stories

Coach Kristen

... promise!" Kristen took in a deep breath. "I'm a camgirl," she said, taking a large gulp of her drink. "A camgirl? Really," I asked with shock evident in my voice. "Yep…" I took a pull from my beer and said, "I gotta tell you Kristen... That's pretty hot!" "Thank you sweetie. It's not the most glamorous job in the world but it pays the bills, and sometimes it can be fun." "So umm... Do you think it’d be weird if you told me what site you were on? I’d love to see a show!” "I'll give it to you but there's just one issue," she mused, downing the last of her second drink. "Oh yeah? What's that," I asked, hoping I didn’t offend her. "Why would you want to pay to see me on cam when I can just give you a show for free right here and right now?" She didn't bother waiting for me to answer. Instead she took my beer mug out of my hand and straddled me on the couch. Our lips met and we made out. Her lips were soft, and her tongue quickly invaded my mouth. She pulled away and asked, "Wanna go to the bedroom?" "Fuck yes," I replied, and she got off of me, grabbed me by the hand and led me to her bedroom. She pulled to the room quickly and when we reached it, there was no doubt whatsoever in my mind that she was a camgirl. Her bedroom was about the size of her living room. The walls were painted a deep blue and a king-sized bed sat in the center of it. In front of the bed was a computer desk with high-end desktop computer and camera system. A camera remote and a mouse sat on top of the ...

... dark red comforter. "Get on the bed," she said. I complied and sat down on the soft pillow-top mattress. She walked in front of me, heels still clicking, got down on her knees and reached for my belt. After she undid it, she reached for the tie that kept her halter top on and peeled the knot free. The garment fell from her neck, exposing more of her tits, but not enough of them for me to see her nipples. Kristen had managed to unbuckle my belt and unbutton my pants in record time. She told me to lift up and I did. She pulled my pants and my boxers down in one swift motion, and my hard, 7 1/2 inch cock plopped down onto my flat stomach. "You have such a nice cock," Kristen said, taking it into her right hand and stroking it gently. "I bet my fans would love to watch me suck you off and fuck you." "That would be awesome," I said, enjoying the sensation of her hand on my engorged shaft. "I like that you keep you balls shaved too!" She leaned forward and licked from ball sack to shaft. A shiver of pleasure went through me, and my hips instinctively thrust in an upward motion. She pulled back and put her hands on her cloth-covered tits. "I bet you'd like to see these, wouldn't you?" She shook her breasts back and forth and shot me a devious smile. "God yes," I said. "I bet you wanna know how big they are too, huh?" "Yes," I said again, my tone now desperate. "Please let me see them." "Why don't you get the rest of your clothes off and then get comfy on the bed?" "Yes ma'am," I said, ...