Coach's Exam (Closed for teasingSophie)

Sophie couldn't really answer, she mumbled around the hard cock. She was laying on her back with the large throbbing shaft hanging over her. Her head was moving p and down, turning on one side then the other, sucking it, pulling it between hungry wet hot lips, her tongue playing around it inside her mouth. She was feeling the usual tickling and heat between her thighs. She was swaying her body a bit on the floor.
Sucking faster, Sophie moved her hand under her skirt and began playing with her cunt. Parting her lips slighty, feeling her dampness.
 
Sophie mumbled a few "yes coach yes" and moved both hands etween her thighs. Some fingers parted her lips and some slid inside, pushing against her inner walls, making her moan in delight. As she opened her mouth, dhe felt the hard cock enter. And from then on she dind't had to move her head anymore. He was fucking her face. It wa sa very strange sensation that soon was making her gag. The cock was otuching the back of her throat and she had to focus. It was hard, it was naughty, it was bad.... But she loved it. And her hands were busier
 
Eyes closed, completely into what she's doing, Sophie heard the question. She did not catch the cell, nothing, and just moaned with a voice full of lust...
"Yes coach, yes, give it to me, make me taste you again, I want you to cum hard inside me... Turns me on so much..."
Not even finishing the sentences, she brings to her mouth some fingers that are visibly very wet form her juices and suck on thme before lowering her hand again and lifting her head, mouth wide open, waiting for the cock to slide inside again.

Her hands so busy between her thighs, One hand opening her wet lips, a thumb caressing her clit, as two fingers from the other one slide in and out, rather fast, curled upwards, pressing againt her inner walls and pushing her towards a climax she wants so badly.
 
Sophie loves to feel him so close to cum, she prepares to taste him again. It's so naughty, bu it's also so arousing. She gags once or twice, but restrain it and takes the cock more. She can't hear him as she's so close to cumming, her hands so busy on her cunt, knowing exactly how to give her pleasure.
Then suddenly he slides out of her mouth, she opens her eyes and watches him stroke right in front of her face. She starts to shake her head in a "no", Sophie doesn't want that, she's OK with him in her mouth, but not that. She tries to utter a "no", stopping the moves of her hands. And there he spurts. His semen explodes right on her face. She can feel the hot sticky juice reaching her skin and dropping along. She pulls backwars on her elbows.
She sees her coach stand up and walk away, satisfied. Although angry with her attitude. Damn, she had never agreed with that... with going os far... with...
Sophie stands up and sobs... She turns her back to him, taking tissues to clean her face a bit. She then gives him a backward angry gaze and leaves his office. Going to the restrooom to clean her face a bit more before leaving school.


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On the morning a phjonce call comes to school. Sophie won't be here today because sh'es sick and must stay in bed, her mother says...
 
Sophie wasn't really ill... not physically in fact. She was just exhausted, mentally exhausted form all this thing with the coach. Her willpower was pushed against such barriers that she felt ready to break down. And she didn't want to break down. THat was wha she played the illness on that Tuesday. She was home alone, wearing a large and ample sweatshirt with also wide and ample trousers, watching TV with a soda at hand. When someone knocked at the door.
She didn't want to see anyone. She nevertheless slid as quietly as possible to the door and... there she saw it... that vid, he did dare to do this, he had done that, he... what a fucking hell bastard! He didn't have the right! She heard his threat.
Passively, slowly, with the eyes of a cow pulled to the slaughter, she opened the door and looked up at him...
- Please, coach, stop this... I... (a little sob)... I cannot take it anymore, I cannot endure that anymore...
 
She stared at him, surprised, eyes wide, curious... That was all so... different. The coach was...so...gentle and caring.

"I'd love too coach... But... I... Not today, not yet please.... Not here in this town where they know us..."

She put on a smile on her face again.

"You're nice with me again, let me thank you for that."
And at that moment, Sophie slid her hand inside his pants, pushing under his boxers, and she grabbed his cock. Keeping eye contact, she began stroking him, adjusting the position of his cock in his pants, and stroking harder and faster.

"Just let me thank you, cocach" she whispered...
 
She smiled a little when seeing his face eact and show pleasure. She knew she had gain something, and all this would be less crude... Although it wasn't the end. There could be no end...
She was stroking him, feeling him harden, adjusting him in his pants and stroking faster. her other hand unbutonned the pants, keeping them in place but just letting more space to her wrist and fingers.

- Saturday... I can be free on Saturday, coach...

She was stroking faster, she could feel the precum oozing at the top, coating her hand and the boxers. She grinned at him, keeping eye contact, taking a quicker pace with her hand.
 
In answer, Sophie took a quicker pace with her hand, sliding even more easily now that it was coated with cum...

"And if I pull them down, the mess would be terrible to be seen by my parents on the floor..."

With this she quickened the moves. her other hand went under his pants and caressed his balls through the fabric. She just wanted him to cum, so that he would be relieved and would leave the house. To push him further towards the edge, she stopped caressing his balls an instant, lowering her cleavage to let him see more of her breasts, and then he rhand retunred to the balls hanging under the pants.
 
Sophie didn't answer, looking upwards at him with a njaughty grin, bitting her lower lip. She tightened her grip on him. He seemed to be restraining himself. She parted the two sides of his pants...
"Just a stain on the boxers, nothing on the pants" she whispered...

The stroked faster...

"Won't you just cum for me? Am I not good enough at this coach? Did you have better students?"
 
"no you can't stay here, that's true coach..."
And she kept on stroking, she knew he was close. She could feel the quicker throbbing of his cock, the urge in it.
"You want me to stop, then?"
 
Sophie tiptoed to meet her coach's face and they kissed... A long and delicious kiss... She was feeling him throb quicker and harder than ever under her hand. her palm and fingers were working as best as they could, sometimes pumping a bit, realeasing and then clenching tighter again, all the time moving up and down along the cock, wet and easily sliding with precum. She wanted him to cum.
 
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