The Obedience Coach (Closed)

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((OOC: Closed for Caela and Monique_Minx. Readers welcome.))

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Coach Kline loved swim training, it was by far his favorite part of the year. All of the lithe, nubile, first-year coeds wrapped in tight fitting, bathing suits. Something about the way those mass produced racing suits rode up and clung in all the right places made Kline's mind wander and probe far deeper than even the tightest suit ever could.

The Coach blew his whistle, signaling the next team of swimmers to get into position, bending at the hips to grab the edge of the slanted starting block. He blew it again and the girls leaned back, bending deeper into their stances and making every lean group of muscles and tendons in their legs protrude, and their asses hang back and their suits to ride even higher...

Everyone waited for the whistle to blow again. But they would have to keep waiting. Behind his mirrored, aviator sunglasses his eyes were appreciating the view. Going down the lanes, appreciating the form, the precision, the diligence and naturally the view. His eyes roamed until whispers began to filter through those on deck.

"He's doing it again. How long has it been?"

"What an old letch... Somebody should report him."

"Gross! He's getting hard! ...Wow, he should wear longer shorts."

They were right, Steve Kline was becoming aroused and the bulge down the leg of his loose fitting athletic shorts did flirt dangerously with the edge of the hem. He didn't care though, he was proud of what he had, and even though he was younger than forty it was a good sign that he could still get it up without manipulation. The whispers grew in volume until the girls were practically talking directly to Steve, then abruptly he blew the whistle.

In a fraction of a second, each girl was airborne, nearly horizontal over the water, leaping as far as they could and slicing through the surface like daggers. No splash, barely a sound, just a soft shuffle of bodies and a light "Plip!" of bodies entering the water. Then the silence was complete. No sound at all, even as each girl kicked like mad and took her first long, decided stroke under the surface. When they came up again, Kline moved over to the lane where the girl whose foot had left the block last dove from. He marked a large yellow "X" in the corner of the block and followed by drawing a green circle on the lane of the girl who had reacted fastest.

"This game is called 'Start time Tic-Tack-Toe', The first lane to get three 'O's' get's to leave early, the first team to get three 'X's' gets to swim a five-hundred meter race after everyone else leaves. I could blow the whistle at any time. You need to keep focused and ready for that third whistle." Kline instructed the girls still on the deck, peering over his sunglasses to bear into the girls who had been whispering with intense green eyes. "Readiness is not a joke, it is not a game. Most races are decided by fractions of a second. The start is how you gain your speed, the rest of the race is just maintaining it. Next group, step up."

The next group contained Kline's favorite student, Laura Cook. She had been his "pet project" for the past year and a half, the fastest girl on the team, the Captain. Laura was in her senior year, it seemed such a shame that it was her last year in competition. But her talent wouldn't be squandered, not now that she had become his.

By his orders, Laura had dressed differently than the rest of the team. In a sea of sleek and incredibly tight, one-piece racing suits, Laura was in a barely there bikini top and a thong. Both pieces were made by Speedo, therefore built to regulation standards of security and material. But in bright red, and molded around her lovely breasts and riding up in her muscular, toned ass, she looked utterly scandalous to the rest of the group.

Laura occupied lane three, the only lane with a circle already. Each girl knelt beside her block to splash her chest with pool water, a trick Coach Kline had taught them to prevent the initial shock when they entered the water.

One whistle. Two whistles. Then the waiting began. This time his lecherous eyes didn’t wander, they stared straight ahead at Laura’s spread open ass cheeks. Thinking about how tight that gently parted pussy could squeeze him, about how gratefully that ass could accept him... Her voice as she would cry out in pleasure.

The third whistle sounded and she was gone. First into the water, gaining her lane yet another circle, even now, exposed as she had been and as bashful as she must have felt in that position, her only thought was of pleasing him. It gave her an edge.

“Next group, step forward!”

“This is bullshit!” Came the harsh objection of Sophie, the Sophomore class’ resident trouble-maker and a perpetual thorn in Coach Kline’s hide. “We all know what you’re doing here. Look at you! You’re hard, you nasty old shit! I’m not going to go up there and parade my ass for you to get your jollies off!”

In a flash he was upon her, closing the distance quickly and towering over her.

“If you don’t complete practice, you’re off the team. If you’re off the team, you lose your scholarship, then you won’t be able to afford your precious schooling. You’ll drop out, get pregnant and trade your baby for crack.” Coach Kline taunted. “Now get your stuffy little ass up there and get into position.”

With that, Kline blew the loud metallic whistle directly in Sophie’s face. The rest of the girls rushing to their lanes to splash their chests with water.

 

[monique_minx]

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Sophie was disgusted to watch the coach staring so openly at the presented derrieres of the swim team, he was crude, lewd and rude all in one. She couldn’t understand why the University allowed him to stay on as the coach, he must’ve gotten a complaint everyday from someone!

Sophie decidedly went by ‘River’, she hated her real name; it was so common and boring. She did her stretches as the first team leapt off the blocks, one of the girls looked a little shaky in her dive; she clearly hadn’t been ready and it cost her the race.

She listened to the coach explain his new game and she scowled as Laura got up on the blocks. It was no secret that she was the coach’s pet and River couldn’t bare to even look at her old friend in that skimpy bikini which was solely for the coach’s benefit of course. River’s friend Skye stood next to her; eyeballing the coach as she chewed her gum noisily.

“He’s such a fucking pig, look at him Riv. He doesn’t even try to hide it anymore. Not to mention pretty as piss Laura up there and her next to nothing outfit. Shit, why doesn’t she just come out and say she’s blowing the coach to stay captain?” Skye snorted and River looked away as though hurt by the words.

River shook her head and balled her fists, enough was enough! He called for the next group and she couldn’t help her outburst, “This is bullshit! We all know what you’re doing here. Look at you! You’re hard, you nasty old shit! I’m not going to go up there and parade my ass for you to get your jollies off!”

He stalked over to her, a mere swivel of his head and he was in front of her before she could blink, towering over her like a menacing bulk of flesh, “If you don’t complete practice, you’re off the team. If you’re off the team, you lose your scholarship, then you won’t be able to afford your precious schooling. You’ll drop out, get pregnant and trade your baby for crack. Now get your stuffy little ass up there and get into position.”

He didn’t give her a second to retort before he blew the whistle straight in her face and forced her to stuff her fingers in her ears, her face screwed up with high pitched sound. She dropped her hands and glared at him a moment later before stalking off to the blocks, she splashed her chest and shook her arms out quickly. River looked over her shoulder at him and gave him nothing short of a smarmy look, holding her middle finger up over her shoulder as she turned back towards the pool.

“Fucking prick…” She muttered under her breath as she got up on the blocks.

She dropped her finger at long last and stared into the blue depths of the pool, the whistle blew again and she bent down into her ready position. Although she was fairly fit; she was probably nowhere near as bothered about her fitness as a lot of these girls. River smoked, she never watched what she ate and apart from an occasional dash down to the gym; she never bothered with exercise either. She was quitting smoking though and starting to diet; it was making her irksome and easily irritated. She’d have killed for one sweet draw on a cigarette at that moment and it had only been a week!

She was holding the position longer than normal and she hoped she’d pissed the coach off enough that he wouldn’t be staring at her ass today. Skye stood on the block next to her, her gum long since discarded, her eyes darted from River to the block in a gesture. River groaned as she saw the x marking there, she’d gotten the loser block straight up.

The whistle blew and River’s eyes widened, “Fuck…” She dove sloppily off the block in her distracted state and swam with the desperation of a fish out of water.

She’d prayed that she’d been second last off the blocks because she sure as hell hadn’t been first but River had a great amount of dread welling in the pit of her stomach. She didn’t finish last thankfully, she’d touched the end wall a split second before Dana had but it wouldn’t save her from the coach’s idiotic Tic Tac Toe game. She swam under the ropes and grappled her way out of the pool, ripping her goggles from her head as she panted and doubled over.

Skye moved up next to her and patted her on the back gently, breathing hard but not nearly as hard as River, “I thought you were quitting?!” Skye whispered harshly.

“I am, damn it, I quit a week ago. I’m not expecting instant fucking results here Skye!” River retorted angrily and quietly as they both walked back with somewhat rigid limbs.

“Did you get last?” Skye asked quietly.

“I don’t care! His game is just a sick excuse for staring at our asses and I’ll be damned if I swim his stupid race if I get kept back!” River hissed.

“You’ll get booted from the swim team River…” Skye warned her, “Be badass but not idiotic right?”

River sighed, “Fuck I hate you when you quote me.”

Skye cracked a grin, “Nah, you love it and you know it. It makes you feel all warm and tingly inside.” Skye teased and elbowed her gently in the ribs as they went back to the stands where those who had finished got to sit and watch the rest of them struggle for first off the blocks.

 

[caela]

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Laura watched the line of girls on the blocks and felt a small smirk curve her lips as they started whispering. She knew that Coach Kline made them all uncomfortable, especially when he didn't bother to hide a raging hard-on, but she didn't really care. It was interesting to see which one's held form and which one's were paying more attention to him than were waiting for the whistle to blow.

She knew it would...and it did. She paid attention to who was off first and was gratified to see it was Kimber, the first girl in her line. Kimber was also one of the few girls on the team who didn't care that Laura was fucking the coach. Most of the others bitched that it was the only reason she was team Captain...Kimber knew she would have been Captain anyway, she had the best times on the team.

Helping the other girl out of the pool, Laura gave her a warm smile and a half hug, "That take off was perfect. You were slicing through the water like an otter, Kimber. Keep that up and you may just beat my times this year."

Before Kimber could say anything the whistle blew again and Laura was off to the pool. She splashed water on her chest like Coach had taught them and mounter her blocks without a second glance back. She could feel his eyes on her and felt the shiver that wanted to course through her body, the anticipation, but she pushed it aside. They weren't at his place, they were at the pool and here, nothing but her best would please him.

She was there, crouched, ready and when the whistle blew she was gone. Her leap perfect, her body slicing through the water like a dolphin. When she came up back by the blocks she knew she'd beaten everyone else. Climbing from the pool she wrapped a towel around herself (covering what the tiny bikini the Coach had gotten for her didn't) and moved up to one of the other girls.

"Jordan, ignore his staring," she said to the weak link in their line. She was a freshman and Coach's staring made the girl nervous. "Kimber and I already got us two O's, get up there, and wait for the whistle. Let your whole world become that sound and then we can all cut out of practice early!"

When the whistle blew calling the next girls to the blocks she tightened her towel around her hips and settled in next to Kimber, waiting to see how Jordan would do and hoping her words of encouragement would help her concentrate once they were on the blocks.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

Sophie, the little problem child that she was, did exactly as Coach Kline had expected. Making little inaudible complaints to her friend and looking at the block instead of the water. He waited until he could see her muscles relaxing, no longer focused on the task of the race, but instead lost to the rigidity of resentment. Then he blew the whistle.

It seemed Dana, the girl one lane down from Jordan who was on Sophie's right, was also distracted by all the conflict, her start was bad and it was a close battle for who had been last off. Sophie's start, however, had been just marginally later and her form utterly appalling. It wasn't a hard choice as to who got the benefit of the doubt. Sophie's lane absorbing their second red "X". The surprise of this heat had been Jordan, the promising young Freshman who had secured her spot on the team by earning a State Qualifying time in the "Fifty Meters Freestyle" race at the last meet. Jordan had been first off the blocks and first to touch the wall as well, completing her 100 meter sprint ahead of all the upper-classmen.

"Nice swim, kid." Coach Kline complimented her, extending a hand to help pull her up onto the deck. "You keep at it and you might just have a future with this team."

Jordan blushed and looked shy, rushing over to Laura and Kimber who seemed more excited than she at the accomplishment. The third "O" guaranteeing the three girls in that lane an early exit from practice.

As the other swimmers finished, Sophie and Skye moved over to the bleachers to sit and rest, gossiping and complaining as they always did. It made Kline's blood boil that they thought the end of their heat meant they could go rest, cool down, relax their muscles.

"I don't know why you girls are sitting. We're all still practicing over here. Unless you'd rather leave and go figure out how you're going to pay for your own schooling." Coach Kline called after them, blowing his whistle again, summoning the first heat back up to the blocks for a second 100m sprint. "We have a winner, but we're still looking for our losers, now get into position."

Kimber was quick to comply, Laura had a quality that made those around her want to do better, to be better. Kline liked to think that she got that from him. Laura was the perfect, all around student-athlete. From her times, to her grades and even her skills in the bedroom made her His prized possession.

If only they could all be like Laura.

The final whistle blew and not surprisingly, Kimber was in first again. But last place went to lane number one, the first mark of any kind on that block. Laura’s heat was next, and this time, with less at stake, Coach Kline really took his time. He left the girls in position for nearly two full minutes. While they stood there, bent over obscenely, Kline’s eyes bore into Laura’s body until he was certain she could feel it physically. His gaze penetrating her as his mind wandered, walking along the line between memory and fantasy. Cherishing the things he had done to her already and imagining the things he would be doing to her very soon.

The whistle blew at last. Laura in lane three was first off again, providing the lane with the fifth “O”. It was almost unfair how much better these girls were at this game than the others. As Laura finished well ahead of the others, it gave Kline the opportunity to help her out of the pool, helping himself to a brief grab of her scantily clad ass. His index finger curled slowly under the tight waistband of her bikini cut race bottoms. As her body met with his briefly he whispered into her ear. “Wait for me in my office, and when you get a chance, tell Sophie that you need to talk with her after practice.”

The whistle blew again as Laura stepped away, this time Sophie and Skye didn’t say anything to him, though it was clear they were furiously cursing him through private looks to one another. They ought to have realized that each of them had two “X’s” and they were in direct competition with eachother. This time, the third whistle came sharply on the heels of the third, before some girls had even settled into their stances. Sophie was so late off the blocks there was a moment where it seemed Sophie was going to give up on the race altogether.

Eventually she dove in, last by a lot and she earned the third and final red “X” for her lane, sealing the fate of those girls. They would be the ones kept after to swim the 500m race.

“Alright, line up in teams of four. We’re going to work on the four-hundred meter medley relay.”

***

Several hours and miles of swimming later, practice was winding down. The girls were finishing up their cool down laps and it was time for Laura, Kimber and Jordan to hit the showers. As the other girls climbed wearily out of the pool, Coach Kline sent Laura on her way with a swift spank to her wet, shapely ass. A silent reminder of what he expected of her.

“Alright girls, get your cross trainers on. We’re going to finish up by running laps.” Kline told the others, looking directly at Sophie who was perpetually out of breath. “I need to get you girls in the kind of cardio shape that will allow you to finish strong. Not fade out to nothing in the last leg.”

It was a special kind of thrill Coach Kline got from making his swimmers run laps around the track, still damp and tightly wrapped in their racing suits, jiggling and bouncing their way around and around, just for him. It was like Baywatch without all the poorly written story-lines and intolerable acting. Days like today made Kline think he had the best job on Earth.

Two miles later, the girls were sweaty, exhausted and utterly broken in half from the long practice. Kline sent most of them back to the showers, except for Sophie and the two others who had been in her lane.

“Let’s go girls. You’ve got ten laps, the long way, waiting for you back up at the pool.”

 

[caela]

Laura hugged Jordan tight when the girl came to them, she and Kimber more excited than the freshman about how well she'd done. Not only had be been first off but she'd beaten all the upperclassmen as well. She had no doubt the girl would be team Captain in a year or two and intended to put the idea, and desire for it, in the back of her head herself. With a little more confidence she'd be an excellent leader.

Hearing the whistle blow again she ran to her blocks. There wasn't nearly as much at stake this time. It would have been so easy to relax, to not worry about being first off, after all they'd already won. But Coach wouldn't like that. He'd be disappointed in her if she slacked off, even just a little, and so she mounted her blocks and held her position, her body tensed and ready to spring.

Holding that position became difficult as they remained there. She knew he wasn't really watching the other girls, could feel his eyes on the curve of her ass and wondered just what he was thinking. That gaze was almost like a caress on her skin and she had to force herself to concentrate on the water waiting for her and not to get lost in memories of the things he'd done to that ass. Nothing that would show now (though when they weren't in season she often had marks under her jeans) but now her flesh was clean with only the memories in her mind. Memories of him riding her ass, his cock seeming to want to split her open under him, memories she forced away as she waited.

The the whistle blew and she was gone! That sound drove everything else from her head, nothing mattering now but the feel of the water, the slice of her arms through it, her legs kicking. The turn, and suddenly the wall was back in front of her and she was done with her heat.

She knew she'd been the first off again and had won the heat as well, the loon on his face as his hand reached for her told her that much. There was a satisfaction there that she saw when she'd done well and lived to see again...and again...and again. Whether it was doing well in a race, or her grades, or after a session at his house, it was a look she longed to see and worked hard for.

Letting him draw her in against his body, she didn't care that the others could see him squeezing her ass, or that they might see the finger he used to tease that tender flesh. A slight blush colored her cheeks but her eyes were glowing as they met his and her entire body quivered, instantly ready for him at that touch. His voice in her ear only making her all the hotter for him. The only time she wasn't aching for him was when she was in the pool, the water pushed everything else away.

“Wait for me in my office, and when you get a chance, tell Sophie that you need to talk with her after practice.”

"Of course Coach," she murmured, a small smile curving her lips. A smile that wasn't entirely pleasant as she glanced over at Sophie.

Once they'd been friends, inseparable, but that had been a long time ago. When Laura had started spending time with Coach, outside of practice, that had ended. Sophie seemed to think Laura did it to become Captain, never considering (so it seemed to Laura) that she had no need to fuck him for that. Her times alone would have slid her into that slot as would the fact that she genuinely tried to help the whole team, spending extra time with girls if they needed it, all they had to do was ask. She'd been becoming an increasing pain in the teams ass and Laura had wondered when the Coach would put the other girl in her place for it.

Watching the last of the heats, to determine the losers, she sighed. Sophie's form and concentration were so bad that a complete novice could have bested her. It made Laura angry and sick to watch. She expected better of her team.

Hours later they climbed from the pool and she heard Coach telling the other girls to put on their sneakers. Nothing sucked more than running laps around the damned track after swimming your arms and legs off already. Damn she was glad she got to skip this part! The slap to her ass brought a grin to her lips and her eyes caught the Coach's for an instant, promising all sorts of wickedness when they were alone.

"Hey Sophie!" she called as the girls piled into the locker room. She, Kimber, and Jordan to shower and change, the rest to go run, "Listen, we need to talk about your attitude during practices. There's no time now though, meet me when you're done with the punishment the Coach dishes out."

Recalling the other girls attitude she paused and held up a hand to stop anything she might say, "I'm not asking as an ex-friend, I'm telling you as your team Captain. Have your ass here when you're done."

Not giving her a chance to respond she broke into a jog and caught up with Kimber and Jordan to shower and change while everyone else went to run. By the time the other girls were done, and the losers punishment meted out, she was showered, changed (a short skirt and tank top that hid very little from her Coach) and nestled in the Coach's office waiting for him to come for her.

 

[monique_minx]

"I don't know why you girls are sitting. We're all still practicing over here. Unless you'd rather leave and go figure out how you're going to pay for your own schooling. We have a winner, but we're still looking for our losers, now get into position."

River growled under her breath and Skye rolled her eyes, nudging her friend as they moved back into their groups. The next heat dove and River knew her group was going to lose this whole thing, it was almost a personal vendetta to her. Laura’s heat was off and River watched the coach help her from the pool, she dropped her eyes as he grabbed her ass; unable to watch much more of their perverted relationship.

The next whistle blew; River and Skye got up on the blocks but by now, River was starting to feel sick to her stomach and utterly lost. She dove off the blocks last again but she didn’t care anymore, she had no motivation left for today’s practise.

“Alright, line up in teams of four. We’re going to work on the four-hundred meter medley relay.”

That was the first thing to meet River’s ears as she got out of the pool wearily and moved with the rest of them. By the time they were cooling down, River was exhausted and wishing she could just self-drown. They all got out of the pool and Coach Kline’s voice called, making River’s skin crawl.

“Alright girls, get your cross trainers on. We’re going to finish up by running laps. I need to get you girls in the kind of cardio shape that will allow you to finish strong. Not fade out to nothing in the last leg.”

River realized his eyes were on her, she gave him a withering fuck you look as she stormed off to the changing rooms. She sat down on a bench and put her runners on, lacing them up as Skye started to tell her about some grunge rock show that was said to be awesome and what she was thinking of wearing to get the lead guitarist’s attention. Laura’s voice called to her from across the room.

"Hey Sophie! Listen, we need to talk about your attitude during practices. There's no time now though, meet me when you're done with the punishment the Coach dishes out. I'm not asking as an ex-friend, I'm telling you as your team Captain. Have your ass here when you're done."

River took deep breaths and glared angrily at Laura, that bitch was power tripping something awful if she thought it was a good idea to call that out to her, the entire team had fallen silent like bunnies caught in the cross hairs of two cars revving engines. River gave a curt nod and viciously tugged her laces tight as she stormed out of the changing rooms. This was becoming the never ending practise!

She started around the track with the other girls but lagged off before too long, she wasn’t a bad runner in her days before college, smoking and the dreaded swim team. It could have gone either way but she’d been beaten out of a regional competition in track by barely a nose. So swimming became her focus after that and she had owned the breast stroke which had won her the scholarship. Between parental pressure and rebellion, she fell in with the bad crowd and succumbed to an array of unhealthy behaviour. River could’ve cared less though, Laura had screwed their friendship when she got with the perverted coach and River had fallen down the rabbit hole without her; feeling utterly betrayed.

Finally the laps around the oval were done, the coach had stared lewdly the whole time and River almost felt that she was naked. She doubled over for breath with the others and groaned as they made their way back up to the pools. Coach Kline’s voice called to River, Stacey and Claire while the other girls headed for the showers.

“Let’s go girls. You’ve got ten laps, the long way, waiting for you back up at the pool.”

The three of them had been lagging behind, Stacey had scored them the first X and Claire was glaring daggers at them both. These three were not friends, Claire was the bouncy cheerleader type with bigger breasts than brains. Stacey was a skilled musician who was far more interested in her violin than hitting the water just right and River; well she just wanted to kick the coach where the sun didn’t shine.

Claire started to jog up eagerly, River snorted; she likely had a date with some jock who had more interest in her chest than what came out of her mouth. River just wanted to be done with it, to catch up with Skye but then she knew that Laura would be waiting for her. River grabbed her goggles and undid her trainers, she settled her mess of black hair beneath the swimming cap again. River took stock of her body, she was thin if not fit and she certainly had the long leggy appearance going for her. She may not have had Claire’s chest or Laura’s beautiful face but she wasn’t a whole loss in that department, she certainly wasn’t lacking male attention in any way. River aimlessly splashed water over her reasonably sized chest and got up on the blocks; waiting for that dreaded whistle.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

Performance Enhancing Drug

This time, Coach Kline didn’t bother with the whistle, once the girls were up and in place he just gave the gruff order from within his chest. Sending them off. This wasn’t really a race, it was an endurance test. Five-hundred meters was a long distance to swim and these girls were already bone tired, he’d made certain of that.

“Go.” Coach Kline barked dismissively, sending all three reluctantly into the water.

All of their forms were sloppy, splashing instead of slicing, but such was the cost of genuine fatigue. He wasn’t really paying much attention anyway, at least not to the girls’ forms, he was watching to see how long it took for them to swim from the near side to the far side of the pool. Fifty meters, all facing away from him and their swim bags that they kept on deck.

Sophie was swimming hard, harder than the others by far, she seemed to be trying to prove something to him, or maybe even to herself, but perhaps that was giving her too much credit. When she did her flip turn on the near wall, she splashed water all over the deck, Kline had to assume it was directed at him. The water missed entirely, he was already back near the bags, once she’d finished her first hundred meters and resumed her swim facing away from him, the Coach seized his opportunity. It was easy to find her bag now that all but three had been taken away, even easier with her idiotic nickname “River” embroidered on the side.

Coach Kline unzipped swiftly, fishing around for her water bottle. He was glad to find that she hadn’t taken his advice about only drinking water with practice, instead she had opted for one of those sugary sports drinks that would undo most of the good she’d just done for her body. Still, it was good for Coach Kline since the sugar flavoring would disguise the bitter taste of the pill much easier than water could.

One of the best things about working at a college was that there was always easy access to drugs. If you give the right kid a passing grade in Health & Fitness, a smart teacher could get Ecstasy pills in bulk for next to nothing. The kid had called these ones “Naked Cheerleaders”, due to their high potency and pronounced affects on sexual stimulation. Coach Kline opened the Power-Aide bottle and dropped two off the red and yellow pills down into the green fluid.

After thoroughly shaking the bottle until the pills dissolved completely, Coach Kline replaced the bottle and zipped the bag closed, taking care to leave it all just as he’d found it. He was back to poolside before Sophie turned at the other end and headed back to close out her second hundred meters.

Taking a moment to feel pleased with himself, Coach Kline continued to watch until the three girls touched the wall for the four-hundred meter mark. Once they had, he made his way back to his office. Knowing that Laura was there waiting for him made his cock react right away, every step he took making him harder, more rigid, more excited to get back to her. There wasn’t much time for them to be alone before Sophie finished her laps and came to meet Laura.

Everything was set... Now came the fun part.

As Coach Kline stepped into his office, he lit up in a big smile. Laura looked positively stunning in her slutty little skirt and barely there tank top. She knelt dutifully until he closed the door behind himself and beckoned her over with a simple motion of his hand.

Laura rushed into the arms of her beloved Coach and Master, the two of them kissed the way lovers should; deeply, urgently and full of passion. They kissed as though it had been months since they had seen one another even though they had just spent most of practice together. It wasn’t the same. Coach Kline’s hands rose slowly up the backs of Laura’s svelte thighs, lifting her skirt to cup and squeeze her bare ass cheeks greedily, his thumbs creeping under the floss of her G-String panties he had gotten for her. His fingers followed the crease of her ass down, over her anal pucker to gently spread her nether lips with two fingers, allowing her hot, honey to flow more freely down her thighs.

“I want you.” Coach sighed as the kiss broke, “Right now, on my desk. I don’t give a fuck if Sophie sees. She’ll be getting her own training session soon enough.”

 

[caela]

She was working on her homework when he came into the office. It was something she'd gotten into the habit of doing, trying to get it done while she waited for him to summon her again. Sometimes he gave her time specifically for homework assignments or research projects (after all he expected her to keep her grades as high as he expected her swim times to be low) but she hated that time. It was necessary, but it was time away from him and so she sought to minimize it as much as possible. Using time, like now, while he was busy was a good way to do that, as well as to distract her from the fact that she wanted him so badly it was a physical ache in her body.

When the door opened a smile curved her lips, lighting her whole face with pleasure as she slid to the floor to kneel before him as he'd trained her to do. Every line of her body seemed to be thrumming with the need that burst through her knowing he could take her when and how he wanted...and that she'd let him. It always made her ache with need to be before him like this.

Seeing the hand motion that beckoned her to him, she leapt to her feet and into his arms, her mouth hot and eager on his as her body ground against him in wanton invitation. She behaved like a complete lady in public with him, but in private, behind closed door...she was his craven little slut, eager only to please him in any way he wished...and she loved it as much as he did.

“I want you.” Coach sighed as the kiss broke, “Right now, on my desk. I don’t give a fuck if Sophie sees. She’ll be getting her own training session soon enough.”

"Mmmmmmm, as Master wishes," she murmured softly, her eyes hot and filled with lust as she turned to his desk, clearing away the few paper on it and hopping up on top of it. Holding his gaze, a slow smile curved her lips and her thighs parted wide, the thing she wore little more then a scrap of black material barely covering her shaven pussy. "Your slut is eager and aching for you and I don't give a good god-damn if Sophie walks in. Maybe seeing how you reward my hard work will shake her into improving her pool times."

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

A long groan of arousal and desire rolled up through Coach Kline's chest and throat, Laura was the perfect pet for him. There had been others in the past, girls who displayed talent or need or a desire to be molded into better athletes, better women, and Kline had provided this sort of "Special Guidance" to help them along in their life journey; but Laura was different. She was the first that he'd ever found himself wanting to keep, to possess even after her graduation, to have her for the rest of his days.

Laura spread herself over his desk, presenting her smooth, barely covered sex. That same, familiar thrill ran up his spine as she called him "Master", it happened every time. It reminded him just how complete his control over her was, how completely he had infused his will into her mind, body and soul. When she degraded herself and mentioned Sophie's pool times, Coach could hold back no longer, diving upon her and wrapping his hands around her toned, sculpted thighs.

Coach Kline took a moment to merely smell her, breathe deeply of the distinctly feminine aroma of Laura's arousal, the fingertips on his left hand trailing slowly down her inner thigh, following the valley where her muscles met and gliding along the bulge of her groin muscle until those fingertips encountered the hem of her thong. Three fingers slipped under the damp scrap of fabric, gliding easily over her shaven mound, and lifting slowly, methodically, trapping her clit between both edges as the fabric dipped between her weeping lips and pulled the floss up into her ass. Kline's mouth descended, sucking greedily on the outline of her clit through the taught material.

Using gentle pressure, Kline raked his top teeth back and forth over the sensitive little bump, eliciting a chorus of whimpers and small moans from Laura. The sounds only encouraged him, thrashing with his tongue and sucking greedily through the wet fabric. As her moans gained an edge of urgency, Kline lowered his fingers and tugged the scrap of material to the side, exposing her bare sex to his mouth's ministrations without impediment.

Using two fingers, Coach Kline shoved his way inside of her, rough fingertips searching and exploring the top of her tight little channel for her G-Spot. As his fingers passed over the well worn little bump, well broken in by months of the Coach's "Special Training" it wasn't hard to find. As his tongue bore down on her clit, his thumb stroked upward, teasing her to the edge of climax then stopping abruptly.

Kline came up smiling, his blonde beard glistening with beads of Laura's arousal. He used his grip on her thigh to drag her unceremoniously to the other side of his desk, bending her forward over the edge and dropping his own shorts and boxers to free his thick, eleven inch erection. He teased her swollen clit and wet lips with the head, painting her sex in her own juices.

“Beg me, whore. Beg your benevolent Master to fuck you, to split that tight little cunt in half and make you cum.” Kline whispered into Laura’s ear, using a grip on her blonde hair to arch her back and lift her head to his mouth. “Beg like the needy, insatiable little slut you have willingly become for Me and Me alone.”

 

[monique_minx]

As soon as the coach barked the word, the three of them dove into the pool and River felt her legs slap as she failed to reach the desired angle of a good dive. River didn’t care about her form as she sped through the water; more determined than ever to be done with the never-ending practice and get the hell out of there. Five hundred metres was a long swim and that much longer after the running and the laps prior to that but she pushed herself and didn’t stop, counting each turn as she kicked off the wall as a step closer to victory.

When she was finally done, the other two girls were still finishing their last 100 metres and River struggled to pull herself out of the pool. She almost collapsed onto the bench as she wrenched her goggles and swimming cap off, tossing them into her bag as she grabbed her water bottle. It was Gatorade which the coach had told her not to bring but she’d kill herself before she bothered with any advice that perv had to give her.

She gasped for air between mouthfuls and drank it down to the last drop before she felt enough strength to move again. River took her bag and slid it onto her shoulder as the other girls got out of the pool and scurried to their stuff, they ran ahead of her to the change rooms; obviously just as eager to get out of there as she was. They were already under the showers by the time River stepped in the door, her limbs were feeling leaden and heavy by now and she stepped under the shower, settling on a bench inside the cubicle to let the water wash over her. She took her shampoo and conditioner, washing her hair where she sat while the other two yelled short goodbyes and dashed out the door; leaving Sophie panting with her exhaustion.

“Gotta get better…this is killing me…” She muttered and rinsed her hair, still wearing her suit.

River turned the water off and stepped out, ripping her towel from her bag and soaking the moisture from her skin. She towel dried her hair and ran a brush through the damp and tangled mess. River dropped down to the bench suddenly, blinking rapidly as her pupils dilated slowly and River almost felt sick with the abrupt dizzy spell that overcame her. She remembered she was supposed to stay here for Laura but she felt the urge to go home and Laura was nowhere to be found, was she? River groaned and lifted her head, it felt heavy but buzzing with unfounded excitement.

She zipped her bag up and pulled it onto her shoulder, it added to the leaden weight in her body but she slowly moved; unaware that her feet were bare even though the sound of them slapping concrete was almost deafening. She half leaned against the wall as she dawdled, the sun slipping beneath the horizon as the pool lights came on automatically and forced a yawn from River. She rubbed her eyes and slapped her own cheek, yelping in sharp shock over how much it hurt as she tried to regain her slipping focus.

Her hand reached out and slipped, “Oops!” She giggled and gripped the door handle again, slipping inside the building and heading over to the door of the Coach’s office.

River’s hand lifted again and slowly curled into a fist before she rapped on the door twice fast, the sound echoing in her ears and forcing her to shake her head. She almost felt drunk and yet not, the fluorescent lights buzzed and made her look up in awe as the white light splashed around and seemed to filter to the floor like water spilling from the tube. She rapped on the door again but didn’t take her eyes off the light as her shoulder fell against the wooden entryway and the wood gave, the door slipped open and forced her to stumble inside. River couldn’t keep her equilibrium, her bag slid to the ground inside the office with a thud and she landed on her hands and knees, giggling at her own imbalance.

“Oopsies!” She laughed and looked up, the giggling ceased with a sharp inhale as her mind took in the scene.

River scrambled back, her face reddening suddenly as she realized what she’d ‘stumbled’ in on. Laura’s legs were splayed open lewdly and the coach was between them, she tried to take it in and shook her head as her hand found the wall. River struggled to pull herself up but she couldn’t cease her open gawking and couldn’t get up from the floor.

“Sorry…sssso sorryyyy.” She slurred her mumbled words and found her feet at last, her hand back and fumbling for the door handle.

 

[caela]

Laura was mewling and writhing on the desk, reduced to little more than a bitch in heat before his need for her. It was always like this. He'd look at her with that need to claim her in his eyes and her body would simply melt, need would pour through her and she became nothing more than a mindless beast eager to satisfy his lusts...an her own.

She wasn't surprised when he pushed her to the edge of release and then pulled away. It was just another reminder that even something that basic, her ability to orgasm, was under his control. She didn't argue it, didn't fight it, didn't even think to try and reach down to give those few flicks across her clit that were all it would take to make her cum. He'd denied her, he was her Master, and it was his right.

A laugh parted her lips when he flipped her so easily on the desk. It was one of the things she adored about him, that strength. He could lift her like she was nothing but air and position in ways that they both found immense pleasure in. With her hips pressed to the desk she parted her legs wide and arched her lower back, offering her body up to him and not caring whether he planned to take her pussy, or her tight little ass...she'd be screaming for him either way.

“Beg me, whore. Beg your benevolent Master to fuck you, to split that tight little cunt in half and make you cum.” Kline whispered into Laura’s ear, using a grip on her blonde hair to arch her back and lift her head to his mouth. “Beg like the needy, insatiable little slut you have willingly become for Me and Me alone.”

Those words hissed in her ear made her body shudder down the entire length of her spin. It was as if they freed something inside of her. Until he spoke them she'd moaned and given small cried, but hadn't really spoken, she'd simply ridden the pleasure he was giving her but now he was demanding something back.

Before she could speak though she heard the door open and shifted her gaze toward it. She wanted to turn her head, but his grip made that impossible. Still she could see Sophie and heard her mumbled apology, a small snicker falling from her lips as the girl stumbled and didn't seem able to get up, only to sit there and watch.

Something about Sophie there, watching, seeing their Coach about to fuck her, made Laura all the hotter and when she spoke, her words were for both her Master, and her ex-friend.

"Fuck me Master, please! Please use that monster cock and split your little whore wide open! Fuck me until I scream for you Master, until I'm nothing more than a bitch in heat, mewling, writhing to your every whim. Please Master, please fuck me Master, please!"

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

Kline smiled at Spohie’s display as she stumbled through the door. From this side of the desk, both he and Laura were facing the door and as he pulled on her hair, her face was proudly displayed to the drugged and stumbling Sophie. Kline continued teasing at Laura’s bare, shaven cunt with the head of his cock until she did as he had ordered, begging loudly and aggressively seemingly in Sophie’s face. It pleased him greatly to hear her beg so enthusiastically, willingly making an example of herself, the mark of a true leader. Once she had finished, Kline threw his hips into her with all his might, his thick cock battering her womb with enough force to make the desk skid along the floor toward Sophie.

The heavy metal and wood desk groaned as the Coach threw his hips into yet another thrust, skidding it further across the linoleum tile. Again and again, plowing Laura and shoving the desk closer and closer to Sophie. Eventually they overtook her, the desk pinning the door closed and forcing Sophie to awkwardly scurry over to the back wall of the office. A few thrusts later and she was standing, her back pinned against that wall.

Coach Kline rougly lifted Laura’s face to be eye level with Sophie’s as he pounded her body again and again, forcing Sophie to feel the impact through the desk each time. With the hand not busy in Laura’s long, blonde hair, Coach Kline reached out to cup and tease Sophie’s athletic breast. Through the damp, tight, performance suit it was easy for the Coach’s thumb to isolate her tit and work small circles around the edge until both sprung into hardness.

“So nice of you to join us, Sophie.” Coach Kline smirked, speaking between thrusts into Laura’s tight clenching sex, the urgency of her previously denied orgasm apparent by her milking and squeezing little cunt. “You’ve been a naughty little cunt in practice lately and to be honest, I’m tired of your shit. I brought you here to give you a gift, a special training session. I’ve brought you here to give you an edge. The same edge I’ve given to Laura that keeps her ahead of all the rest of you and the competition. Laura, cum for your Coach and show this ungrateful wretch just how good My training can be.”

As he ordered Laura to cum, Coach Kline pinched faintly on Sophie’s nipple through her suit. Keeping his hips moving, surging and thrusting he applied rotating pressure to Sophie’s nipple from as many sides as he could manage. He was using the outline of Sophie’s tit as leverage to thrust his hips into Laura with all his might. The desk had shifted to an angle now, diagonal against the wall, the far corner away from Sophie digging into the plaster of the wall.

“How do you like it, Sophie? Is it good, having your body played with while your former friend cums right in your face. Having your hard little nipple tweaked while you’re rolling on X? I bet it feels so good that you wish this was you cumming all over my hard cock. Or at least had the privilege of Laura’s tongue writhing against your hot swollen clit.”

 

[monique_minx]

Sophie flinched away from Laura’s begging as she found her feet, disbelieving her own eyes as Coach Kline drove his cock deep into her. Sophie’s eyes bugged out and her mind boggled as she watched, her mouth hanging open as she practically gawked; frozen where she stood and unable to tear her gaze away from the car crash before her. Sophie was no longer listening to herself, the desk slid ever closer and her mind screamed at her to just open the door and get the hell out of there. But her body just refused to respond.

Finally the desk reached the door and was pinned shut against her fumbling grasp, Sophie struggled to move as far away as she could but soon enough, the desk pinned her against the wall at her waist too. She watched the coach manipulate Laura’s head to look at her, her out of focus pupils meeting that of the pleasure driven swim captain splayed on the desk. Each thrust made Sophie wince as the desk drove up hard against her battered pelvis but still she couldn’t focus on any one thing.

The coach reached out and clamped his hand around Sophie’s vulnerable breast; to her own great shock she issued a rather audible moan as he found her nipple through the fabric of her one piece costume. Her skin was crawling with goose bumps and her hand moved in slow motion to encircle his wrist; she tried to pull his hand away from her breast as her mind fought for control but there was little she could do about it when her muscles suddenly became quite rubbery and heavy. Her hand dropped limp at her side, she couldn’t lift it again and endured his groping where she was pinned.

“So nice of you to join us, Sophie. You’ve been a naughty little cunt in practice lately and to be honest, I’m tired of your shit. I brought you here to give you a gift, a special training session. I’ve brought you here to give you an edge. The same edge I’ve given to Laura that keeps her ahead of all the rest of you and the competition. Laura, cum for your Coach and show this ungrateful wretch just how good My training can be.”

Sophie could barely process his words and his fingers clamped around her nipple didn’t help any, “Nah-ah!” She gasped out loudly as he tweaked it, her pain and pleasure receptors went into overdrive.

His groping was making her feel heady and confused by the overwhelming sensations, somewhere deep down inside; she knew it wasn’t natural, something was very wrong and she’d never been this sensitive or out of it before. When her body was freed of the desk, she didn’t even notice, her eyes still looking on in abject horror and fascination as the coach pounded Laura into the grain of the wooden desk. His hand didn’t release her, however much she desired to tear it away; she couldn’t find the strength to move her arms to protect herself.

“How do you like it, Sophie? Is it good, having your body played with while your former friend cums right in your face. Having your hard little nipple tweaked while you’re rolling on X? I bet it feels so good that you wish this was you cumming all over my hard cock. Or at least had the privilege of Laura’s tongue writhing against your hot swollen clit.”

She was embarrassed but she couldn’t tear away from it, couldn’t raise her hands, couldn’t even blush in response though she did register his words about the ‘X’, this was something that she wouldn’t be able to fully comprehend until much later.

“I…I-” She swallowed, “No!” She managed at last and shook her head as fast as she could (which turned out to be about snail’s pace before her muscles screeched to a halt).

“Can’t…do this, shouldn’t…no!” She gasped and arched up on her toes as another pulsing wave ran from her nipples directly to her clitoris, “Stop.” She almost whispered the word.

“Laura…” Her eyes drifted down to her ex friend’s face, “Please…” She murmured helplessly, unable to see through the drug contaminating her system to help herself at that moment.

 

[caela]

Laura would have laughed as the desk moved across the floor, except that it was all she could do to cling tightly to it and not loose her own balance. When her Coach paused she shifted just slightly, lifting her legs and hooking her feet around his calves so that he was in complete control, her body open and utterly helpless on the desk before him, and all worry of falling gone.

Each time he drove into her she whimpered or moaned, small cries flying into Sophie's face, while pleasure rolled through her body. She heard him talking to Sophie and simply didn't care. All she cared about was the cock pounding into her and the pleasure they would both take from it. She used her hips, and the edge of the desk, for leverage to writhe under him, rocking her hips to meet his thrusting and clenching her pussy tight around his shaft every time he shoved into her willing body.

When he ordered her to cum she screamed her pleasure into the office, not caring that Sophie stood right before her, not caring that he pulled at the other girls breasts and tweaked her nipples, not caring about what he was telling the other woman, only taking the pleasure he gave her and milking it for all it was worth. She knew there would be more, he was still driving into her aching cunt with wild abandon in a manner that told her she would cum repeatedly, before he did. Unless of course he decided to torment her and order her not to.

Glancing up at Sophie she found herself hoping he'd be too distracted with her torment to order her not to cum.

“Laura…” Her eyes drifted down to her ex friend’s face, “Please…” She murmured helplessly, unable to see through the drug contaminating her system to help herself at that moment.

Holding Sophie's gaze she let her own eyes go hard, cold despite the heat of the need that still flowed under her skin. There was no sympathy for the other girl to be found on her face. There would be no help from Laura. Sophie had chosen to abandon her simply because she didn't approve of Laura's choice of lovers and now that betrayal was going to bite Sophie in the ass because there was no desire to help her in Laura's heart.

"Quit...whining...andtake...your...punishment!" she gasped into Sophie's face between gasps while the Coach continued to pound into her willing body.