The Substitute Slut Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

The Substitute Slut Ch. 01

... so the court was empty except for us, and as I walked back onto the basketball court, I suddenly felt very self-conscious. The boys were already there, shooting hoops as I walked towards them. I held my head high, trying to ignore their stares as I yelled at them to gather around me.

Kyle wolf-whistled as Marvin catcalled me, looking at me up and down, "Damn... she really did it.. look at those smokin' pair of tits." My jaw dropped at his comment, and I stammered in protest as he circled around me, staring lewdly at my tits in the skin-tight tank top.

"Damn, look at that ass though", Marvin chimed in, whistling loudly. "How does Principal Martinez get any work done at home with this hot piece of ass waiting for him?"

"Marvin! You can't talk to me like that!" I scolded him, blushing deeply at his crude comment.

"Come on, Coach... it's a compliment!" Duane grinned, joining Marvin and Kyle to circle around me, "Just look at you... you're a fucking MILF! Principal Martinez is a lucky bastard!"

I blushed even deeper at his words, unable to respond. Their comments were making me extremely uncomfortable, but at the same time, it felt good knowing that these young black jocks found me so attractive.

"Can we begin practice now? Or do you want to spend all of it making inappropriate comments about me?" I asked them, arching an eyebrow, trying to sound stern but failing to hide the shyness in my voice.

Duane smiled cockily, "Ok guys, you heard the Coach... let's ...

... get back to practice." he winked at me, and we got back to training.

I sighed in relief as Duane began drills. He really was a fantastic player, and as I watched, I realized that the rest of the team wasn't too bad either, especially Winston and Marvin, who were both very fast and agile. We practised for a solid 2 hours before Duane called it a day, and the boys left one by one, leaving me alone with Duane as we packed up the equipment.

"Nice practice, Coach... I'll admit, you do know your shit." he grinned at me, tossing the ball in my direction. I caught it awkwardly with both hands, smiling back at him, "Thanks, Duane. The boys listen to you, and we had a perfect day today!" I admitted reluctantly, turning it around in my hands as he walked up to me.

"I think the fact that our coach looks like a playboy centerfold helped today", he smirked, looking me up and down, his eyes lingering on my tits, "You know, Coach, if you dress like this every day, I'm pretty sure we could beat even the state champions!"

I blushed, looking up into Duane's dark eyes, "Stop teasing me, Duane, you know I'm a married woman!" I said, "You already got a line of girls in school chasing after you. The Star Athlete of the school!"

"True... but none as sexy as you, Coach," he winked at me, grabbing the basketball out of my hands and tossing it aside before coming to a stop inches away from me. I gulped as I realized that I was alone with him right now. At 6'4", he towered over me, his ...