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The Swim-coach’s Slip
Sarah has been flirting with her College Swim-coach for the last six months. She knows he is in his early thirties, but she just prefers older guys to the inexperienced boys on campus. Anyway… this guy is strong, fit, handsome, and she knows he’s been checking her out in her tight racing swimsuit - when he thinks she isn’t looking. She is so turned on by his lustful peeks. Sarah has been purposefully displaying her assets in her tight Lycra swimsuit, teasing at any opportunity, and none too subtly neither. She has really developed a big crush on him.
The Swim-coach is really attracted to Sarah too, but he been catching himself often before ‘crossing a line’ with her. His College job forbids student fraternisation, even if they are well over 18. It is so frustrating for him because Sarah does not let up on her flirtatious behaviour. He feels so close to relenting. Especially so, when she catches him alone in the faculty locker rooms… like today - late on Saturday afternoon after team training.
The Swim-coach steps out the shower block heading towards his locker for his towel. Before he makes it there, he is met by Sarah standing in his way. She is leaning on the lockers and is quite unashamedly looking him over from head to toe in all his naked glory. She is in her competition swimsuit – thin, tight and very revealing. She continues to touch herself lightly even under his stare. There is a long silence broken only by Sarah’s occasional heavy breaths. He begins to get an erection watching Sarah. That’s her cue. Sarah wanders the final few yards between them and with her face close to his still locked in a stare, she grabs his cock, and begins to work it in her hands.
His half-hearted objections dissolve as Sarah goes down on his erection and works his cock in her mouth and throat. In short time, he is laying on the locker room floor with Sarah’s face firmly attached to his groin. He is dizzy with arousal. Sarah breaks her mouth hold on his cock and asks him coyly to fuck her. “No, I can’t” he resists. “Yes, you can. Please. I won’t tell anyone… promise.” she begs – staring at his eyes and biting her lower lip seductively. His resistance breaks.
Slipping the Lycra swimsuit aside her ass cheek, Sarah gives her wet and receptive pussy an unobstructed path to his rigid cock. Perching squatted over his cock ‘reverse cowgirl’ orientation, Sarah neatly slides onto his saliva basted erection. She leans back carefully, placing her hands onto his chest behind her for support and proceeds to pump her hips in long deliberate strokes. It is not long before the Swim-coach is at full arousal and ready to blow. He motions to remove Sarah from her perch, but she responds by resisting a decoupling and quickening the pace of her hip thrusts. “Sarah… I’m going to cum… get off me!” he warns. Sarah panting madly in her efforts responds simply “No. I want it all, no matter the risk.”
Too late for him… His rigid cock pulses inside her, just moments after Sarah reveals her intentions, and her likelihood to conceive. His thick hot ejaculations blast high into her. Sarah clenches her teeth to stifle her orgasmic screams. She does want to keep her insemination a secret… for now.