The Substitute Slut Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

The Substitute Slut Ch. 01

... stroking it faster and faster as precum leaked out and coated his fingers and thick shaft.

My heart was pounding in my chest as I watched Duane stroke his cock, "W-we had a deal..." I mumbled softly, my eyes glued to his cock, mesmerized by the size. He just smiled and leaned in to whisper in my ears, "Coach, do you really want us walking out with our cocks like this? Someone might see us..." he reminded me once again as my mind raced furiously, trying to find a solution. Duane was right; I couldn't let them leave like this! What if Miguel found out...!?

"W-what do you want me to do?!" I whispered breathlessly, resigned to my fate as I looked at him, defeated.

He smirked, "Jack us off, coach... help us out, and we'll be done here fast... and no one will find out anything..." he told me suggestively, his hands leaving his cock as I stared at his erection nervously. Duane then reached out and wrapped his hands around my wrist gently and raised my hand to his cock, and placed it on his thick shaft.

My heart leapt to my throat as I felt his hot, throbbing, black meat in my soft, delicate hands. "O-oh god..." I gasped softly, looking at Duane in shock as my fingers instinctively curled around his length. Even Duane moaned under his breath as he felt my fingers on his cock.

I couldn't believe I was actually holding Duane's cock! I felt the blood pulsing through his thick black cock as he looked at me with a cocky smile, "Go on, coach... start stroking..." he told ...

... me softly as my hand began trembling nervously.

I slowly moved my hand up and down Duane's cock, sliding my hand up and down his thick, hard shaft as I stroked him. I was too ashamed to look down, and I opted to look at his handsome face as he closed his eyes and groaned softly at my touch, "That's it, coach... you've got it... mmmm..." he moaned softly as my hand slid up and down his cock.

"H-how does it feel?" I whispered softly, curious. I had never touched a cock like Duane's before; Miguel was barely 5 inches long and as thin as a pen compared to the massive black cock in front of me.

"Feels amazing, coach... keep stroking..." Duane told me huskily, groaning as I stroked his cock slowly, feeling it throb in my hand. I had lost track of the other guys and was completely focused on Duane's cock when I heard Kyle speak up, "Don't forget about us, Coach..." he told me cheekily.

I gasped and looked up in surprise at Kyle, Marvin, Jake and Winston. They had all moved closer to me, their hands on their cocks as they stroked them slowly, eyeing my tits hungrily. "O-oh god... I-I forgot..." I stuttered, blushing deeply as I looked at all their cocks. Kyle was on my right, Marvin and Winston were behind me, and Jake was on my left.

Duane looked around at his friends and then back at me, "Looks like you have four more cocks to take care of, Coach... go on, help them out..." he told me.

My hand never stopped stroking Duane's cock as I looked at the rest of the guys ...