[This story is a stand alone read, but it is part three of a trilogy. This story is also an unadulterated attempt to tickle male fantasies, and perhaps some female fantasies as well. As such, the story may or may not totally conform to reality. All locations, events, and characters are fictitious and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.]
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I hope you remember me, Patty Jenkins, freshman softball player at State University. I sat on the bench until I hit the winning two run homer in the last inning with two outs and a count of three balls and two strikes. This was at the end of only my second freshman game as a last minute, pinch hitter. The nine first stringers "baptized" me as an official Puma team member in a memorable way in the showers after that game. Then, on my way out of the gym to go home, Coach O'Leary offered me a proposition I couldn't refuse.
When I accepted that proposition by offering a first payment installment, coach was left a little short of the full installment. After hitting three homers for a total of five runs in the wild win of my third game the next week, coach got another installment of his payment. This time, he was a little more satisfied with his end of the bargain.
The team had all finished showering and left, except for Steffee. She had lingered behind, eyeing me. As I grabbed my gym bag, she arched her eyebrows in an unspoken request to "get it on," as we had a week earlier.
I replied, "Sorry, Steffee, but I have a contract installment due in five minutes."
She gave me a knowing wink and sad smile of disappointment as she walked out. Now for that installment payment! As I walked towards the coaching offices, I thought about how our black coach of a white women's team (except for black Steffee) got a name like O'Leary. None of the team knew the answer and all coach would ever say to anyone is that it was a long story.
My first installment payment on coach's offer saw me take the dominate, almost dominatrix role with him. I do not know why or how this happened because I am normally quite reserved and shy, allowing others to take the lead. I sucked him off and he shot his load all over my naked pussy mound, but he got nothing else from me that first time except a long show of my naked assets.
But now, I wanted a more "fulfilling" piece of that black fuck stick of his. That should make him happier this time. This line of thought had my nipples twitching and my pussy itching by the time I walked in the door to Coach O'Leary's office and found him standing in front of his desk with a bulge of anticipation already growing down his trouser leg!
My first words were, "Hi! Step out of that foot gear and lose the pants and underwear. NOW! I want to see that fucking cannon of yours up and twitching in a blur!"
Coach jumped to comply. His only remaining clothing was his athletic department T shirt.
"Now sit on the corner of your desk like last time," I barked at him.
Once again I made him watch as I repeated the same slow strip and tease that had so enthralled him the first time. First, off came my sweat shirt, slow and easy to reveal, inch by inch, a braless pair of tits. As I began to reveal my nipples, they erected with an almost, but not quite, loud "boing!" I finally got the thing all the way off and dangled it, swaying slowly back and forth at the end of my extended arm before I finally dropped in on the floor. My boobs were also swaying back and forth quite freely with the nipples now pointing straight out at Coach.
And yes, my slow wiggling descent of my sweat pants eventually revealed that I was also sans panties or thong. As my mound began to appear and reveal that it was indeed unshaven, like the last time, Coach's monster black snake nearly broke out of his sweats! If you happen to remember from my first meeting with Coach, I measured him at over fourteen inches when erect.
Once I lost my pants, I began briskly rubbing my pussy, smearing leaking pussy juice all over my cunt lips and so that my lips and mound twinkled and gleamed back at him in the light. His black cock really was twitching in high gear now. A straight back and arm less chair was sitting three feet away.
"Stand up and lose your sweats, bottoms first and then the top," I barked at Coach.
As he dropped his pants, he revealed that he was also sans underwear. I suppose it was in anticipation of our meeting, but what the hell! That monstrous black snake was standing tall and erect, pulsing with a restrained fury, aching to be let loose in my pussy. Coach removed his sweat top almost in the blink of an eye. Boy, was he ever an eager beaver!
"Sit in the damned chair, now, and spread em".
I walked over to him, turned around, and set my pussy bulls eye on top of his cock head. Coach tried to thrust up and in, but I raised my pussy up to prevent that. I only allowed his cock head to just touch my slit and cunt lips, before evading his thrusting.
"Quit that, right now!" I yelled at him, "I'll tell you when you can move that cock or anything else! Understand?"
"Yes," he managed to mumble.
"Yes, WHAT?"
"Yes, boss," he rasped.
"NO! not boss, MISSTRESS! MISSTRESS! Got that now?"
"Yes, Mistress," was his correct reply.
"That's right, buster, in matters sexual, it is mine to command and yours to OBEY! Get it?"
"Yes, Mistress!" was his sharp, crisp reply this time.
I grabbed that big black dong with one hand and began to wipe it back and forth from back to front to back of my gash. His cock was leaking and along with my leaking pussy juice, I soon had more than enough lubrication to easily drop dead center over it down to his balls.
"Grab my tits with your hands and play with them," I ordered.
"Yes, Misstress!" he replied with alacrity.
Coach's huge paws each fell just short of covering my big boobs, but he knew what to do with them. He could squeeze, rub, tweak, and caress with the best of them. Meanwhile, I stroked my clit and the exposed part of that big dick as I slid up and down on it. My other hand was squeezing and pulling on coach's big balls. Much as I wanted to ride that dick until I came, I called a halt and uncoupled.
"My God, why d..."
"SHUT YOUR MOUTH! You speak only when told or asked to do so, GOT IT?"
"Yes, Misstress!"
"Good, don't forget again or I will have to punish you good."
I stood up as I said, "I am going to lean over this desk, and I want you to take me in my pussy from behind. Play with my tits some more with one hand and my clit with the other while you fuck me!"
I leaned over and coach stepped up behind me. I felt that big black fuck stick move up and down my slit. The cock head began to sink deeper and deeper into my cunt crack. I spread my legs some more just as coach put his knob dead center on target. With one, strong push, coach was half way in.
The second strong push put that pulsing monster in as deep as he could for the very first time. He was well short of balls deep. I just couldn't take all of that black snake in. My cervix still must have been displaced quite a bit to accommodate what I was able to take of that cock.
I will most likely be sore as hell tomorrow from the banging that cock was giving me!
As coach thrust in and out, I could feel his balls slap up against the side of my legs at the bottom of each thrust. They couldn't get all the way to my ass. Coach began to pick up the tempo until he was really whizzing that big dick in and out in a blur.
He was really working up a sweat, it was pouring off him onto my back. The slap, slap, slap, of his balls on my legs was really loud now, and his fuck stick was really making squishing and squashing sounds with all the cum and sweat flowing freely.
I suddenly screamed out, "STOP, RIGHT NOW, you fucker. BACK UP!"
Coach stopped dead in his tracks in complete surprise at the tone and volume of my voice. He was speechless for a moment or two before he found his voice again.
"You can't be serious," he whimpered." "I'm about to..."
"BACK OFF! And SHUT UP! You spoke out of turn, you bad boy you, and now you will be punished! "Down on the floor on your belly, and be damned quick about it!"
Coach stumbled his way down to the floor only to hear me mockingly say, "That was a bit too slow, coach, you will have to pay."
"Twenty lashes, with a wet 'noodle'."
I stood in front of him where he could see me and picked up a pair of new shoe strings for athletic shoes from Coach's desk top and pulled them out of their sleeve. I slowly and dramatically pulled them both through my juice soaked pussy slit, back and forth for a full minute as his watching eyes glazed with lust.
"Watch, you black fucker, watch and contemplate your cumming punishment, Don't you dare take your eyes off my pussy until I tell you to!"
"Yes, Misstress!"
The helmet head of Coach's black, one eyed monster was sticking out from his side underneath him. It was pulsing and twitching like it was about to blast off for the moon. I picked up a small stick with a hook on the end, used to pull down a wall hung movie screen and tied the shoelaces to the hook.
I flicked that jury rigged and pussy juice soaked whip across his back. I did it a little too hard and the plastic ferruled ends of the laces left pretty good slashes in his hide.
"OOWW!"
"Quiet, or you get even more than the twenty lashes," I barked.
"Yes, Misstress!"
I continued with the lashing, but much more gently as I got the feel for how hard to flick the thing. Long before the end of the twenty lashes, Coach's cock was spitting cum and not precum either!
Next, I held the whip in one hand and allowed my nails on the other hand to rake his back pretty hard, drawing a thin line of blood with one nail and slight, red abrasions with the others.
"Alright, now roll over,"
I dropped one end of the cum soaked shoe strings on his lips and said, "Taste it, slave!"
He mouthed the ends and I immediately drew the string down his chin and then began to drag in in trail down his chest, very, very slowly, inch by inch with a wicked grin on my face.
When I reached his one eyed monster, I twined the string around the shaft and drew it slowly upwards. Cum was still flowing some as I drew the string off and began to give that fuck stick gentle but stinging whips with it. This was too much for his aching balls and cock and coach, with hips heaving and thrusting, blasted off for the moon!
I though my action would deflate and tease him. So much for that idea! Cock cream shot four feet, straight up in the air. Then all that cock cream fell back down all over coach's pubic region and lower abdomen. He just moaned. He knew better by now than to speak out of turn.
I saw a flicker of shadow on the wall in front of me and whirled around, startled, to see coach's white assistant standing on the other side of the hallway window to the office. His cock was out (a nice one, too!) and he was stroking furiously as he watched with a look of such heat and lust on his face, I thought he would melt the window.
The office door had been left open, so he could hear when I yelled at him, "How long have you been out there?"