Coach’s Cutie Ch. 03 - Sex Stories

Coach’s Cutie Ch. 03

... bloodied asses pointing straight up into the air. And for whatever godforsaken reason, I can't look away. The evil man comes in carrying his bowl of pepper balm using his giant rubber gloves, and the girls react with absolute terror. They clearly know what's in the bowl. What the fuck is wrong with this world?!?

As these innocent looking teenagers tremble with fear, one by one, he takes a big handful of the balm and smacks it right on top of their vaginas. The first girl screams louder than she ever had from any of the paddling. The second girl, the Madison one, lets out a blood curdling cry that is so loud I'm almost worried one of my neighbors is going to think someone in my unit is being attacked. And then finally, the third girl, the one who's appeared most able to withstand the pain, continues to do her best not to give this man the satisfaction he's looking for, but clearly you can tell she's in unbearable pain.

My god. Where did they even find these girls? Like the actresses?!? They're so young, so beautiful, and so sweet looking. Why would they ever agree to be in this movie??? Why would they sign up for literal torture?!? These girls are just kids! This is so fucked up!

Is it the money?? I can't imagine they're getting paid enough for this! Or did they not know what they signed up for when they agreed to be in this horrible movie?? Is there like sex trafficking involved somehow? Are these girls being filmed here against their will??

Or is there some ...

... extreme scenario where these girls were fully aware of what was in store for them, and they're doing this because they actually enjoy it? Like they have some ridiculously weird kink about it? I can't imagine that would be true, that they could find even one girl like that, let alone three, but maybe??

Using his giant rubber gloves, the old man begins spreading the globs of pepper balm all over each of the girls now. He's rubbing it directly into their raw, open wounds, and I can't even imagine how much that must burn. I remember I once got a speck of jalapeño near one of my eyes, and my god it felt like my eyeball was on fire. This must be a thousand times worse!!

As the girls continue to scream like they're dying, I look over at Greg. He's sitting there with the most pathetic, apologetic look on his face, but he still has a rock hard boner sticking straight up. I know I'm a broken record here, but seriously, what the fuck??

Me (with more than a hint of accusation): "Do you get turned on by girls getting tortured?"

Greg: "I don't like the fact that they're in pain. But for some reason it does turn me on. I'm so sorry."

I just don't get this. Not one bit.

Greg: "I told you I'm not as good a person as you thought I was."

Okay, I don't know what to think anymore. Part of me knows that what Greg just said isn't true. He is, in fact, a good person. And no matter how fucked up this movie is, Greg didn't have anything to do with making it. He's just watching it. He ...