The Coach - Sex Stories

The Coach

... sultry and seductive voice, "Why don't we play a game?"

Floyd assumed she was going to suggest they play strip poker, or offer to suck his dick, but ten minutes later they were playing a zombie killing game together on her video game system. They were laughing together at the characters dialogue: "I need a herb!" the woman would say, and then the man, "C'mon!" They had fun spamming the buttons and making the characters sound absurd as they fought their way through the levels.

After three hours, and after the woman had made many trips to the bathroom, Floyd said, "Okay, go to the bathroom one more time, and then it's time to squirt."

She disappeared into the bathroom, and then came back and sat on the couch. Floyd said, "Okay, if you're ready, I'll go ahead and make you squirt, now." She nodded, and took off her clothes. Floyd said, "Do you have a favorite porn you'd like to watch? Or do I turn you on? Either way, doesn't matter to me, don't worry about my feelings, this is about you."

"You'll do just fine," she replied.

Floyd leaned in and started licking her pussy. She started to moan after a few minutes, and Floyd said, "Nope! Do not come until I tell you!"

She calmed down a bit, and looked at him, her face flushed. He looked at his watch, and kept licking her clit. After a while she started sounding like she was going to come again.

"All that water you drank is building up in you, and you are about to explode!" said Floyd. You need to wait until ...

... you're coming, and then relax, and let all of it pour out of you."

After a few more minutes, she said, "Can I come now?" in a whiny, breathless voice.

"You may!" said Floyd.

She came, and Floyd felt her pussy muscles squeeze his fingers, but no squirt came out. The woman looked disappointed.

"You will squirt, trust me. I won't let you move until you do," he said, smiling as he gripped her thighs and stood up. He pushed his dick into her pussy, and started pumping in and out as she yelped, and moaned.

She squirmed, and then came again, but still no squirt. She tried to push away and get up, but Floyd held her tight, and forced her to stay on the couch.

"But I have to go-" she began, but Floyd cut her off.

"You'll keep getting fucked until you squirt!" he said, in a commanding, but still instructive voice. He wasn't dominating her, he was teaching her, as she was paying him to do.

He kept pumping in and out of her, and rubbing her clit. She whined and yelled, and he could see she was working up to a grand orgasm.

"That's it! I know you feel like you're about to explode! LET IT GO! Relax your muscles, and let your juices out!" he shouted at her.

She let her head fall back and rest on the couch, closed her eyes, and started to come again as he fucked her. Nothing came out. She was starting to look frustrated.

"Okay, you feel like you're about to piss, right? You're seriously needing to let loose?" asked Floyd. She nodded. "Okay, that's not pee! Is this ...