Divine Celebrity 123

As much as the opportunity granted by her pleasure tempted me to push forward and take her, I kept myself back. I could have, but that would give the impression that she was just a passive contributor to our little dance, which would give her a chance to turn me down the next time. 

Not to mention, I couldn’t forget that, along with being one of the sexiest women I had ever seen, with curves to die for, Juana was both the head coach and the acting sports director, with many ways of ruining my life. No, I wanted her to help me more. 

And for that, I needed her to beg, and do it desperately. 

The long play was the game. I kept my touch limited to her soles, enjoying her bruised silence interrupted by moans, curious how frequent they would get before she surrendered. Amusingly, she still kept the paper to her face, as that prevented me from understanding her shameful status. 

A minute into the massage, I let my fingers climb up. She didn’t pay attention to that, maybe because it allowed me to adjust the pacing of my touch, maybe enjoying the intensified pleasure.

The first results arrived soon. She dropped the paper she was holding, revealing her beautiful face to me, contorted with pleasure. I took that as an invitation to climb to her thighs once more, happy to see them part invitingly. Her resistance was fluttering. Yet, for the next five minutes, I stayed on her thighs, driving her crazy, but keeping her on the edge, even as her wetness grew, slowly turning her panties transparent. 

 She abandoned her attempts to keep her moans concealed, ringing in the room without suppression. “M-maybe you should go … faster,” she finally admitted, showing just how close she was to the edge after playing with her for such a long time. 

“As you wish,” I said, with no attempt to hide my smirk, but didn’t touch her panties. Just increased the intensity of my dance. She caught my gaze, but realized I had no intention of following her order. Her expression tightened. I felt curious, about whether she would ask for more, or if she was angry enough to stop it. No

She surprised me by not doing either. Instead, her hand moved down and slid inside her panties, The movement of her fingers was too wild to be hidden by her panties. “Cheater,” I said, chuckling even as I stood up. 

“I don’t have time to wait for a slowpoke,” she answered, her tone sharp enough to almost hide her arousal. “I have important things to do, and I can’t waste my day waiting for your lazy massage to finish.” 

Even as she said so, she was playing with herself, the wet sounds were enough to drive me crazy. “Oh, those sound like fighting words,” I said, leaning hard into the taunt. “Are you sure you can handle an actual … massage.” 

“Oh, I can handle anything a little boy as you could deliver,” she answered, taken by the taunt. 

“Oh, those are fighting words,” I said as I leaned against her, feeling her breath against my face. “But I’m giving you an out. At any point, say that you’re a little weak girl, and I’ll stop.” 

“In your dreams,” she answered. 

“Oh, believe me, you are frequently in my dreams,” I answered, the sudden seductive twist enough to make her blush. But that was all she was able to do before the game changed. I grabbed her, and before she could even process it, I pushed her against the desk. With my enhanced strength, ripping her panties was trivial even if they were heavy-duty kind, pulling from both sides to prevent strain.

And just like that, she found herself on the desk, her bountiful ass pointing toward me, her wetness defenseless. 

I wasn’t in the mood to miss that beautiful, defenseless state. I pushed forward, and her wetness wrapped around me, wet enough to pull me inside. “"Ugh, too fast!" she moaned even as I dipped aggressively into her wetness. 

“Oh, really, those words sound like you want to skip the challenge, my dear coach. You know the magic words to stop me,” I said even as I clutched her hips tightly, and began thrusting rhythmically without even waiting for an answer. 

“You’re an asshole,” she gasped. 

I chuckled, carrying a dark promise. “Oh, my dear coach, don’t give me ideas,” I said as I dragged my finger on her puckered hole, enjoying the way she froze. It would be a lie to say that didn’t tempt me. She had an amazing booty, and invading it in such a visceral manner was beyond tempting. 

For a moment, only the constant slaps ruled the room as I invaded her core again and again, but soon she managed to gather her breath. “Try touching there again, and I’ll kill you,” she warned. 

Amusing. I could have pushed her directly, of course, but I had a much more amusing trick in my mind. As I pushed deeper into her, enjoying her moans, I spoke. “Well, daring words. But I have an alternative idea. How about a bet?” 

“Never!” she said. 

“Not even if I win tomorrow’s game,” I said even as I quickened my invasion, enjoying the explosion of sound. “Not a bad bet, right.” 

“Impossible,” she said between moans. “It’s hopeless.” 

I chuckled. “Then, there’s no harm in betting for it, right?” 

I could feel her mind racing as I stretched her tunnel with my merciless invasion. Considering she was already dangerously close to the edge before we started, it was not the best time to bargain, but she was too combative to mention that. 

“Win by two touchdowns —“ she said, only to be cut as I spanked her ass. 

“Don’t be greedy, my dear coach,” I said. “But I’m willing to do for one touchdown, how about it?” 

“Ten points,” she countered. 

“Ten points, and I fuck you in the locker room, right after the team departs, while you dress as a cheerleader of our opponent,” I answered. 

“I’ll kill you,” she said, moaning as I slapped. 

“Tell me if you can’t handle even that slight risk,” I said with a chuckle. 

“What I will have in return,” she said. 

“I’ll be under your orders for the whole night, doing whatever you want,” I answered. 

She moaned. “Why would I even care about that—“ she tried to argue, but another spank silenced her. 

“I don’t know, the way you are tightening around me like a virgin, or the way you begged to be fucked earlier.” 

Her blush was spectacular. “I … I didn’t want to be fucked,” she whispered. 

“Sorry, my mistake. You just wanted to be fingered like a bored suburban soccer mom. I should have known that you couldn’t handle proper fucking.” 

“How dare—“ she started, only to be silenced again. This time, I pulled out of her, only to flip her. As I slid her again, I ripped her bra off as well, leaving her amazing tits to dangle with each merciless push. 

My hands landed on her breasts. It wasn’t the first time I was seeing her beautiful breasts, but the way they danced as I slammed into her mercilessly was another story. “Damn, it’s hard to believe they are all-natural, coach,” I said. 

“S-shut up,” she said as she closed her eyes, this time interrupted by an intense trembling. She was climaxing, and she was climaxing aggressively. 

I was tempted to tease her a bit more, but I could see her straining under her orgasm. I felt merciful, but not merciful enough to actually stop. Instead, I continued to slam into her as I felt hypnotized by the sway of her tits in a rhythmic dance. 

It was a pure, unadulterated fucking, one that made me glad for all the security measures the room possessed, making sure the voice was appropriately blocked. It was a beautiful, ceaseless dance. 

"Oh God, yes," she began moaning as I leaned forward to capture her tits, playing with her nipples. That didn’t surprise me. Our earlier play at her office showed just how sensitive her breasts had been… 

"Fuck, Coach, you are getting even tighter. I can’t wait to see just how tight is your ass," I said, earning a furious glare. But, despite the response, she said nothing, limiting herself to grunts and moans. "You love this, don’t you?”

That earned an answer. “J-just, shut up and fuck me,” she gasped, finally surrendering to her urges. 

“As you wish, Coach. It’s a pleasure to see your face as you cum,” I said, enjoying the shame mixed into her arousal. She was truly a marvelous woman. 

When she climaxed again, I was at the edge of an explosion, so I pulled out at the last moment, spraying her body with my seed, the white contrasting beautifully with her caramel skin. “I’ll kill you for this,” she muttered, barely conscious. 

“Of course, you will, my dear Coach. You just need to win your bet,” I answered with a chuckle as I sat down, ready to help her dress before leaving the classroom. As much as I wanted to watch her struggle, I wasn’t going to let her go alone in a stadium filled with bored football players. 

She was mine, and sharing was definitely not on the table.