The Obedience Coach ((LitShark & monique_minx))

[LitShark]

“Ohh Fuck!” Niko groaned as Alanna’s tight pussy went crazy around him in climax, genuinely taken aback by how fucking good it all felt and was and looked from his point of view. He was careful not to slow down or change his tempo, wanting to ride out every last bit of the pleasure for her. He wanted her to love it, as she was.

“Good girl,” Niko gasped, gently allowing one of her legs to slowly rotate back to a neutral position, keeping one still above her head while he squeezed and caressed her athletic chest through the tight fabric of the leotard.

This was the part of training that was most dangerous for Niko, because he could feel himself genuinely falling in love with her, as he often did with his private pupils and at times, it had caused him not just emotional pain but legal troubles as well. He had to remember that he was in this position to bring her into this world not due to his own excellence, but due to hers. She had worked so hard, for so long, she became a woman without fully understanding what that was… watching her discover it in real time…

How could he not fall in love?

He kissed her again, his balls tugging upward as his thick cum began to rise through his long shaft, still bouncing your hips off the bed, box spring singing, head board banging.

“It’s so good,” he groaned, keeping her bottom lip gently pinched between his teeth, “I’m going to cum soon. Cum again. With me. Same time.”

This was not part of her training. Niko was playing with fire. But if getting burned felt like this, Niko was certain he’d gladly burn up to ashes.

 

[monique_minx]

"Oh Coach! Oh Coach!" She squeezed out desperately in reply to him as she rode the orgasm like multiple waves.

She didn't necessarily 'come down', rather she stayed high in that blissful euphoria where every motion he made just felt good. Over and over. She felt the pressure in her leg release - it was the only sign he'd moved it. She felt utterly disconnected from her limbs. He groped her chest through the leotard and forced a loud moan from her.

Alanna's slight reality hit came in the form of Niko's mouth on hers as he laid claim to another kiss with her and she gave him all her passion as though her tongue would translate for her incoherent babble. She made the slightest of nods with wide, wet eyes as he told her to cum with him all while holding her bottom lip captive with his teeth.

God, he was so close. He was inside of her. How could she want him deeper? More? With ferocity and intensity? It wasn't possible and yet, in that moment, she longed for as much of him as she could stand. Could handle. It was insane and yet nothing seemed saner to her.

It really didn't take much more effort on his part, she was so sensitive and still so high that only a few thrusts later and she was careening off the edge all over again. Screaming like a demon had possessed her, so much higher in pitch and so much rougher than any porno flick she'd ever seen. Real and raw. She was as taut as a spring, trembling against his body as she came.

"Uh! Uh! Unnnnnghhhhffffuckkkkk!" Her cries ran into each other like a bad radio mash up.

 

[LitShark]

After their intense fuck-session, both Niko and Alanna could have fallen into sleep just then and there—but Niko was ever the coach. Urging her along to complete her dental, skincare, vitamin regimen before he let her strip off the filthy leotard and collapse into bed. He tucked her in and went to bed himself.

* * *

The next day began before dawn, the blaring commentary from her notorious balance beam collapse blaring on every speaker in the house. A single arm, high cut, gem purple and emerald, metallic leotard has been set out, along with a rather aggressive and ribbed butt plug with a purple gem at the back where it’s meant to be handled.

Oh, ouch! That is a tough fall, Gina. That is going to cost her with the judges.

It looks like she committed a boundary violation too. That’s an automatic two-tenths deduction.

A rude awakening to say the least. But the smell of fresh coffee and turkey bacon implies that more than continued humiliation await her. The balance beam has been set back up in the main living room.

 

[monique_minx]

It was still dark when the house lit up auditorily and Alanna woke up with a start, her heartbeat racing over the sudden noise as her eyes snapped open. It took her a long moment to recognise what she was hearing as it blared throughout the house. Alanna grabbed the pillow from beneath her head and smashed it over her own face with a groan.

"He isn't fucking real," She whined, the sound of her voice muffled by the pillow, "I live with the devil."

She threw her pillow aside and laid there in protest as the loud loop continued over the speakers, "This is torture. I'm sure of it. This is absolutely what torture looks like."

She nodded vigorously in agreement with herself as she pushed herself out of bed. She was really feeling the day before in the stiffness of her muscles now and if that wasn't bad enough, she had to endure Niko playing her fall commentary at the Olympics repeatedly as her new alarm clock. She flicked her bedside lamp on so she could see.

"Oh, shit." She muttered and looked down at herself, remembering she was naked.

She decided to wrap herself in a sheet so she could go use the bathroom rather than getting into her leotard straight away. At least it would ward off a little of the chill and besides, she wasn't really accustomed to wandering around in the nude. She shared her home with her parents and though she and Niko had slept together and he was the only one here, she wasn't really sure if that was even okay. Although it was entirely possible she was using the idea that he wouldn't be okay with it to justify her own insecurities.

Before she left the room, she spotted a leo laid out on her dresser and went over there to look at what Niko had selected for her. It was then that she spotted the butt plug and froze with an outstretched hand that had intended to grab the leotard up.

"He is so not for real right now," Alanna breathed as though anyone might hear her. She wasn't that naive, she knew exactly what it was even though she'd never used one and was, for all intents and purposes, an anal virgin.

Her bladder was pressing urgency upon her so Alanna abandoned the dresser, deciding she'd deal with that after she'd taken care of nature but in her mind she was already arguing with Niko. She wasn't exactly afraid he'd hear her with the speakers blaring throughout the house, it was even louder when she opened her bedroom door and the scent of bacon wafted down the hall to greet her nose. She inhaled deeply and groaned, hearing her stomach rumble in protest as she walked in the opposite direction to the food. Once the smell of the food was out of her reach inside the bathroom, she was able to return her thoughts to the butt plug dilemma.

"Yep, I can picture it now...uh Coach? I'm so not fucking doing this. And then he says something about my ego and modesty and I end up with no bloody bacon and probably in the whore suit drinking a smoothie that tastes like...ass." She huffed angrily to herself, the sarcasm thick in her tone.

She finished in the bathroom and scurried back to her room. If she was going to do it, she had to put the plug in first because competitive leotards were not bodysuits with snap clips, it would be impossible to do it afterwards without rolling the entire ensemble down and off of her.

"Why..." She whined to herself, holding the aggressive looking thing in her hand. Truth be told, she was rather anxious about it and the potential for pain was quite real. Alanna knew she had a sort of lubricant for it, most gymnasts would as they needed various items to hold all the pieces in place as they flipped through the air - the leotard, their hair etc. But this called for something slightly different and Alanna always carried a tub of Vaseline with her to use as a moisture barrier.

"He had to know that," She muttered, "He went through all my stuff."

Alanna found it easily, it wasn't as though he'd left her with much when he took most of her clothing. Applying it to the plug and her ass was the easy part, inserting it was another matter entirely. She took her time and did her utmost to relax, almost backing out entirely once or twice. She groaned and breathed faster than necessary to amp herself into pushing it the rest of the way in once it was just inside of her. She was able to let go of it and stand upright afterwards. Alanna winced - not because it hurt but because it felt very strange and invasive.

"Walking is gonna be a fucking delight!" She growled to herself and then sighed, "Oh shit, I forgot about the dressing part...that has to be worse."

She was ginger about her movements as she stepped into her leotard and pulled it on. She sprayed her butt glue on and swiftly brushed her hair, this part was easier because movement wasn't required. She pulled it into a tight ponytail at the back of her head and sprayed stronghold hair spray on it to hold it in place.

"I'm gonna die today," Alanna muttered, her cheeks flush with embarrassment before she even exited her room. She had wandered past the balance beam which hadn't been there the night before and the idea of doing flips with the plug inside of her had her mind reeling, especially because the beam required precision and concentration she didn't think she'd have.

It didn't encumber her as she attempted to walk normally, overthinking it with every step as she shut her bedroom door. To look at her, no one would even know it was there. No one except Niko and Alanna was dreading breakfast with him already as she made her way to the kitchen.