The Coach - Sex Stories

The Coach

Chapter 1

The liquid gushed out of the woman as she came.

"I'm sorry, that was piss," he said.

"I don't understand! I followed all of your instructions. Are you sure I'm not squirting?" replied the woman.

"Taste it, smell it, it you don't believe me," replied the man.

She did so, and made a sour face.

"Some women just can't. Who knows why?" said the man, compassionately. "Obviously, I won't charge you. I wish you the best," he added.

The woman looked sad as she began to clean up after her mess. The man walked outside and got into his car. His name was Floyd, and he was a professional squirt trainer.

It started the year before. After a painful failed relationship, he had fallen into a depression. Life seemed like a pointless repetition of masturbation, work, and the occasional one night stand. Hence, he decided to try refraining from orgasm entirely. He noticed he had more energy, and was more alert, after a month without. But, then, he realized he was thinking about sex all the time. Even though he wasn't orgasming, he was imagining naked women way more than normal. His only kink, squirting, became much more intense and focused than usual.

He started a new mission with a friend who was desperate to learn to squirt. He had done a lot of research, and had been with a squirter previously, so he was equipped with the know how to guide her. She had been so impressed that he taught her to squirt in one day, despite her failing to learn herself in a ...

... year, that she told all of her friends. Shortly after, his phone was ringing off the hook. He started charging a flat fee, but with the guarantee that he'd have them squirting inside one day, or it was free. He had decided to try to make some money off of it. After all, if all he could think about was squirting pussy, why not make as much out of that as possible?

His first client had been a curvy Indian woman. She had gotten his name from his friend. He walked into her house, and set down a case of electrolyte enhanced water.

"Hi, I'm Floyd. Let's get this started, shall we?" he said. The woman nodded, so he continued, "Start drinking these. You need to drink two per hour. No more, no less."

The woman ripped the plastic, and picked up a bottle. Then she said, "Why that exact number?"

Her sexy accent, combined with her sexual magnetism, round breasts pressing against her shirt, and wide hips pushed Floyd over the edge. His dick stood up straight and tall inside his pants. He ignored it. Every woman who he thought was hot did this to him, since he was refraining from orgasming.

"Because you want to be very hydrated, but too much hydration is, quite literally, fatal," he answered.

The woman looked disturbed, but started drinking the water.

"There's absolutely nothing to do for the next several hours, so, do you want to watch a movie or something? Or shall I leave and come back later?" asked Floyd.

The woman smiled, lowered her eyes slightly and said, in a ...