A Field of Temptation With Coach Johnson

I remember that evening like it was yesterday. The training ground was empty, save for the lone figure of Coach Johnson, a tall, rugged man in his late thirties. We are four female trainees in a male football team, and I was the first to arrive, eager to get a head start on my training routine.

As I approached the field, I couldn’t help but notice the way Coach Johnson’s eyes lingered on my body. I was wearing a tight crop top and short shorts, and I knew I looked good. I felt a familiar thrill run through me as I realized that Coach Johnson was checking me out.

“Hey, Coach,” I said, flashing him a flirtatious smile.

“Hey,” he replied, his gaze never leaving my body. “You’re looking good today, Angela.”

I felt a shiver of excitement run down my spine. I knew what was coming next.

“You know, there’s a hidden room beside the pitch,” Coach Johnson said, his voice low and husky. “No one ever goes there. We could… have some privacy.”

I didn’t need any more encouragement. I followed him to the hidden room, my heart pounding with excitement.

As soon as we were inside, Coach Johnson pulled me close, his lips crashing down on mine. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my thigh, and I knew I wanted it.

“Fuck, you’re hot,” he growled, his hands roaming over my body.

I moaned as he slipped his hand under my crop top, his fingers teasing my nipples. I could feel myself getting wet, my pussy throbbing with need.

“I want you,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

Coach Johnson didn’t need any more encouragement. He pulled off my shorts, his fingers sliding inside my wet pussy. I moaned as he began to finger me, his thumb circling my clit.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he growled, his fingers sliding in and out of me.

I couldn’t take it any longer. I needed him inside me.

“Fuck me, Coach,” I begged, my voice barely above a whisper.

Coach Johnson didn’t need any more encouragement. He pulled off his trousers, then his boxers, his hard cock springing free. I gasped as I saw it, thick and long and already glistening with precum.

He grabbed me, pulling me close. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my pussy grinding against his cock.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he groaned, his cock sliding inside me.

I moaned as I felt him fill me up, his cock hitting all the right spots. He began to thrust, his hips moving in rhythm with mine.

“Yes, fuck me harder,” I begged, my nails digging into his back.

Coach Johnson didn’t disappoint. He began to fuck me harder, his hips slamming into mine. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to orgasm, my pussy clenching around his cock.

“I’m going to cum,” I gasped, my breath coming in short, sharp bursts.

“Come for me, Angela,” Coach Johnson growled, his fingers digging into my hips.

I couldn’t hold back any longer. I came hard, my pussy pulsing around his cock. Coach Johnson followed soon after, his cock twitching inside me as he filled me with his cum.

I looked up at Coach Johnson, a satisfied smile on my face.

“That was amazing,” I whispered.

“Fuck yeah, it was,” he replied, his hand reaching out to stroke my cheek.

And it was. It was the hottest, most exhilarating experience of my life. And I couldn’t wait to do it again.