The Coach - Sex Stories

The Coach

... refusing to come, and single, too!"

Floyd smiled at her, kindly, as he got up and dressed.

Chapter 2

As he drove away from the sizeable house he had just left, he marveled at how amazing the woman had been. Her pussy had been so wet, and delicious smelling and tasting, and her squirt was so voluminous, forceful, and also smooth tasting.

He was driving a Lexus, and wearing a tailored suit. His business had taken off, and now, nearly a year after that first gushing, creamy Indian pussy, he had more clients calling him than he knew what to do with, and his much desired service was not cheap. He made his way to his next client's house and parked outside, nearly a half hour after leaving the first client of the day.

Floyd had rules about which women he would take on as clients. There was a bare minimum of how they needed to look, health guarantees, and other standards, because otherwise it could be unbearable to do his job, so he wasn't surprised when the door opened and there stood a stunning, busty blond with large, natural breasts, and blue eyes. He gave her the water, and they watched a movie on her bed while she drank. Afterwards, he asked her what she wanted, and set up the situation as she requested. He was fingering her pussy and rubbing her clit as she watched her favorite porn video. He was amused to see it was a busty lesbian bondage video, because she didn't seem the type. Finally, she came, and squirted into his mouth. It had the proper taste, so he ...

... leaned back, and smiled as she continued to gush all over herself.

He stood up, and said, "We did it! You were great! Very sexy! You have my payment info, and so I'll say goodbye." He smiled at her warmly.

She sat up, and said, "Hang on." Floyd stopped and looked at her, arching his eyebrows. "All my friends said you got super turned on when you taught them to squirt. They said you fucked them or stuck your hard dick in their mouths, or just had a raging boner while you went down on them."

"Every session is different," he said, still smiling.

"Seriously, though, it won't hurt my feelings, I know I'm hot, but why don't I turn you on? You're not even hard at all," she said as she sat forward on the bed.

Floyd got the feeling he could trust her to be reasonable, because she seemed very chill, and cool headed, so he decided to tell her the unembellished truth.

"I just am not really attracted to white women. I don't know why. In fact, there's only a certain type of woman that turns me on, and it's typically either Latina or Indian with a specific look and taste of her pussy, and with nice, wide hips." The woman put her chin on her hand and listened, interested. Floyd went on, "For some reason, when I'm between this type of woman's legs, with her pussy liquids, scent and taste all over my face, and I'm looking at her dark colored labia, and the pink inside of her pussy, I feel..." he trailed off, and thought for a moment. "I feel like I'm home."

The woman laughed, ...