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Winner’s Claim - COACHES PLAYBOOK #2, PART 1
KANDI LANE
ChapterOne
Aiden
I walk down the long hall to the field with my coworkers at my side. All of us are dressed in the same attire, and the music from inside the stadium is almost deafening. Tonight is my second game as the Receivers Coach for the San Antonio Xtreme professional football team.
It’s still hard for me to believe that I finally made it to coach at this level. I’d coached at the college level for several years before landing this position, but the kids at that level played better than these supposedly ‘best of the best’ athletes who get paid to play this game for a living.
These guys better pull their heads out of their asses, or they’re going to be sitting those asses on the bench when I put the next string in and pull them out.
“Let’s go, Murphy! You know what to do! Don’t think; get it done!” I scream out to the right-side receiver.
The center snaps the ball to the quarterback, then he drops back and looks left, knowing he is supposed to throw right. Just as the ball sails through the air towards the middle of the field, Murphy cuts left in the same direction and sprints to catch it. He stretches out for the ball, and it hits his fingertips, bouncing around, but, somehow, he is able to pull it into his chest as he struggles to keep his balance. Damn, he’s got it!
“Now, turn and run!” I instruct. We need this first down, but to get it, he’s got to cross the forty-yard line. If we don’t keep the ball moving down the field on this drive, there is absolutely no hope of us winning this game.
The linebacker from the opposing team snakes his arms around Murphy’s legs, still Murphy keeps pumping his legs to break free of the hold, to no avail. He tumbles forward hitting turf… just shy of the forty-yard line.
Well, that’s a shame. All I want to do is get the hell out of here before I unload and lose my cool with my coworkers. These players all get paid to be here just like I do. Yet, they have to act like they give a damn. Which they don’t. Fuck! I’m going to have to go back to the drawing board with them. Maybe put every one of their positions up on the chopping block and let the more eager, rookie players have a shot at winning the first-string positions. Then, that should motivate these lazy, non-caring men, to get their head in the game.
After going through the motions for the next thirty minutes to finish out the quarter and end the game, we all jog off the field and up the tunnel to the locker room. As soon as I sit down, I open the app to our little coach’s perk provided by the team. I don’t even have to scroll to find what I want. I already have it pre-selected, and the instructions are typed and saved for my ideal fantasy. Immediately following the kickoff night, I scanned through the options and made my selections and hit save. But I’ve been too nervous to actually hitsubmiton my request, and it’s just been sitting there. Tonight, though, I don’t give a shit. I’m tired, frustrated, and don't want to talk to anyone. I just want to get out of here, and get my dick into a tight, warm pussy. A woman that will be ready, available, and waiting for me. One that will remain silent the entire time. One with no drama attached. One that willingly gives up her freedom and allows me to take control.
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The sight alone as I walk in the hotel suite’s bedroom, has me weak in the knees. The head football coach’s wife, Gloria, has spared no expense to transform an already extravagant, expensive looking space into a haven for the wicked to play.
I wouldn’t call my taste wicked, actually, I don’t think I have a set preference at all. When I attended the swinger’s event for the kickoff night, that was the first time I had done anything outside of the plain, vanilla, relationship sex stuff. Of course, I have seen kinky things done before, thanks to the world wide web, but that night made those things come to life and made them an attainable reality. My private thoughts and fantasies can actually be in the flesh for me to experience them all.
Tonight, I chose to play with Dena. She was the little thing that was tied down to the table at the kickoff night and let two guys do whatever they wanted to her. That caught my attention right away. I need that for nights like tonight, where I don’t want to deal with anything but being deep seated inside a pussy and feeling it spasm and clamp on my cock. Fuck, getting a woman off while she surrounds me is the one thing that will allow me to relax after a shit night on the field.
She’s blindfolded and laying on a long, narrow, red leather covered table with her arms stretched above her head and restrained in cuffs and latched down by carabiner clips at the end. Her knees are bent to place her feet atop of moveable poles attached to the sides of the table with stirrups on each of them. She is placed so far down the table that her ass hangs off of the edge slightly, and her clean-shaven pussy is open and ready. Glistening, waiting for me.
My instructions also say that the only word that she is allowed to speak tonight is her safe word, if she needs it. So, let’s see if she can obey.
I sit on the stool that is at the foot of the table, placing me at the perfect height for my face to be right at her core. “Good evening, Dena.”
She responds by wiggling her body a little, but remains silent.
“How are you tonight?”
Another wiggle, and she’s still silent.Oh, that’s good.
I’m so close to her pussy that I can smell her arousal and see her lips damp. My half hard cock jumps to a full hardon begging to come out to play. The stool rocks as I get up to move around the table, admiring the site laid out before me some more. I’m in disbelief that this is my life. Hours upon hours of relentless work has put me in the position that I am with this team, but never in a million years would I have dreamed of having a perk to my job such as this.
Her skin is soft as silk as I glide my fingers gently from her neck down her chest and over each breast to feel the hard peaks, and then I move them between her ribs to her stomach as I move my hand back around to her waiting pussy.
I pause, taking off my shoes and unzipping my pants. I can see her pussy becoming wetter at the sound of my pants hitting the floor. I love how she is already dripping for me. Pulling my shirt over my head, I toss it to the side with my other clothes. As I undress, my need for tonight changes again. I normally want to feel the woman come around my cock, but tonight, I’m greedy, and all I want is to fuck the shit out of her to getmyrelease. Does that make me an asshole? Yes, absolutely. I really don’t give a shit tonight, though. She’ll be able to get her release with the next coach who selects her.
One step toward her puts my raging hardness at her entrance ready to claim and conquer. Using my hand, I line up to her center and push my hips forward slightly, inserting the tip. I watch as my girth stretches her, making the need to fuck burn in me so hot that I think I’m going to explode. With no other thought in my head, I hold her legs at the knees and thrust my hips to her pelvis, pulling out and slamming into her over and over.
Sweat beads on my forehead, and my legs burn with the onslaught of repeated back and forth action. Dena’s breasts bounce uncontrollably with each hit, and I can’t tell if her moans are from pleasure or pain. Either way, I don’t give a fuck. With each pump in, I let go of the frustration of the day. With each pull out, I relax some more. My body is wound so tight, yet my mind is calming.
She feels so damn good. The pleasure makes me arch my neck back as my heart pounds so hard in my chest, and my balls throb from within and tighten more with each stroke.
“Fuck!” I groan, as the hot release of my stream fills her channel. I wait there, exhausted from the high. After I catch my breath, I pull out and watch my seed drip out of her and onto the rug. I don’t care to clean up the mess, the set up and tear down crew is waiting for me to click the finished button on the app to come in, untie Dena, and clean up the mess, returning the hotel room back to its normal state.
