The little secret discovered by the coach

Saturday, Taekwondo gym.
Heavy rain.
It was raining heavily again. I'd spent the entire afternoon training in my white taekwondo uniform, pounding away in the air, drenched in sweat. Even my tight sports bra seemed soaked through.
So, I grabbed a drink and leaned against the large floor-to-ceiling window, watching the rain.
Rain brings a sense of melancholy. Looking at the rain, I couldn't help but recall the nightmarish scene on the rooftop two weeks ago. My body felt slightly chilly, and my vagina seemed to be secreting a little honey-like fluid.
My face flushed.
"Hi, Xiaoli,"
the coach greeted me in his usual way, mimicking the tone of a popular commercial from a few years ago. I turned around. The coach was tall, his white taekwondo uniform fitting him perfectly, and even his not-so-handsome face seemed neater.
"Coach, hello."
"Haha, Xiaoli, you're still so polite. It's raining today, and it looks like it's not going to stop anytime soon. Shall I take you home?" "No need, thank you."
I didn't have much of a liking for the coach. During sparring, he would always leer at my chest. Although I always wore nipple covers to prevent any bulges, it was as if the coach's eyes could see right through me—that I wasn't wearing a bra. If you were a little more handsome, he might take advantage of me.
The rain was still heavy, and everything outside the glass window was blurry.
When it was time, everyone bowed to the master, ending the class.
Everyone headed towards the changing room, but my phone rang. I get a lot of work calls, so I always carry my phone with me, but I can't take it with me during practice, so I put it in a corner where it wouldn't get in the way.
Everyone was used to seeing someone return, so no one paid any attention.
It was my office assistant calling, rambling on and on about a bunch of things. After he finally finished, he started chatting. Of course, I ignored him, but I was too embarrassed to hang up directly. After a few polite words, I realized I was alone again.
The huge training hall was empty except for me. My solitary, slender figure was reflected in the large mirror opposite me.
I struck a pose in front of the mirror, practicing the basics again. Ha! Ha! I exhaled, my movements swift and agile. My breasts, tightly wrapped in my sports bra and exposed by the open neckline of my training uniform, looked full and prominent. No wonder the instructor kept staring.
Since no one was around, I pulled the neckline open a little more.
Ha! A high kick. My leg was straight, and the kick looked good.
Why was there a wet patch on my crotch? I looked down to check, and sure enough, it was sticky—my vaginal fluid.
I had involuntarily leaked it when I was leaning against the window watching the rain, thinking about being fucked hard.
I blushed and scolded myself, "You're so lewd, you can leak so much even like this."
The material of my training uniform was very soft, and I don't like anything bulky, so I usually don't wear underwear when I come to Taekwondo practice every week. Today, I had let myself down.
The coach probably didn't see me just now, how embarrassing!
I checked the time; it's been an hour since class ended.
Everyone must have left by now.
This taekwondo gym is privately owned; renting such a large classroom means even the coach can't stay long after class.
I took a deep breath, a strange thought popping into my head.
I've been practicing alone for so long, and no one has come over. I checked again, and sure enough, this floor was empty.
I slowly pulled down my pants; the white training pants were made of elastic, pure cotton.
My legs are great, straight, but not too long. The curve of my calves is beautiful; my boyfriend kept praising them while we were hiking. My thighs are also well-proportioned, not fat, and my skin isn't dry; it feels smooth to the touch.
My vulva is beautiful too, not much pubic hair, so there aren't any dark spots. Underneath the pubic hair is tender skin; tugging at the pubic hair a few times, it felt itchy.
If I were to masturbate here… I shook my head, quickly banishing the thought from my mind.
The loose hem of my white leotard covered my thighs and buttocks. Looking at myself in the mirror, I seemed to rival those pretty girls on the street in their tiny miniskirts.
That way, I wouldn't have to worry about showing too much skin. Remembering the movie "Nan Nan's Exposure" I'd seen in the courtyard house, I struck a few poses in front of the mirror, a surge of excitement washing over me, as if a little honeyed secretion was welling up again.
I should go. I'm not Nan Nan; I can't do this. If I fall in love with exposure, I wonder if I'll go even crazier.
I looked at my pants; the wet marks were still there.
I'll just leave them on. I
turned off the light and opened the door.
Suddenly, I bumped into a burly body.
The instructor chuckled, "I've come to take you home; it's still raining heavily." I didn't know how long the instructor had been hiding here; hopefully, he'd just arrived.
My heart skipped a beat, and
I took a step back. "Instructor, let me change."
"No need, no need, this is perfect, like wearing a skirt. Let's go." The instructor said, pulling me up.
You see my bare legs, but you don't know I'm completely naked from the waist down.
I must have been blushing terribly. The coach actually turned the lights back on. "I came up here earlier and have been watching you. You were taking your pants off and being narcissistic, so I didn't dare call out to you. You're really pretty." He'd been here earlier? That means I was completely naked.
My heart pounded even harder, and my hands unconsciously gripped the hem of my clothes.
"I didn't see anything, haha. Did I scare you?"
The coach actually walked in. "I didn't learn the spinning back kick well today; I couldn't get it right. You'll have to practice with me.
"
He actually pulled me back.
Coach! Ha! Ha! Then he started the movements.
How could he say he didn't know such a textbook-perfect move? I realized I'd been tricked, so I tried to leave.
The coach yelled, "Watch out!" A hook kick came hurtling towards me. I could easily avoid that by jumping back, but my lower body… I had to raise my hand to block, but I was knocked down.
The coach rushed over to help me up, apologizing profusely.
I must have been completely naked here! Coach, you look just like that guy on the rooftop!
Sure enough, the coach supported me with one hand and groped towards my leg with the other, saying, "Xiaoli, are you alright? I'm strong, I hope I didn't hurt you." He didn't hurt me, but why was he touching my leg? The coach looked at me, "Xiaoli, I've liked you for a long time." I covered his mouth; no need to say anything more.
The coach touched my leg, moving upwards. I raised my hand to block, but he grabbed it; his devilish hand had already reached its target.
The coach's hand was large, touching my pubic hair, gently stroking it. "You didn't leave at all, you were watching the whole time, weren't you?" I asked him. The coach seemed embarrassed and smiled, "I was peeking at you, but I was too embarrassed to say it. I like you, I know you're not a bad girl." He really knows how to talk. My body tensed up instantly, because he touched my vulva. My vulva was already wet, and now it was a little muddy. He gently stroked it with one finger, "I just didn't expect you to be so..." He paused, "...thirsty." Maybe he just didn't want to directly call me lewd.
My body went limp, and before I knew it, I was leaning against him. He was using one finger to repeatedly thrust in and out of my vagina, while his thumb subtly pressed against my anus; my anus seemed to be a more sensitive spot than my vagina.
I curled one leg up and closed my eyes to make it easier for him to do it.
I like sex; maybe I really am a bit lewd.
Ever since I was played with on the rooftop, certain functions of my body seem to have been unlocked.
"Your pussy seems to have a suction force,"
the coach said, switching to two fingers. His fingers were thick and large, with very prominent knuckles; the feeling of those two fingers was similar to someone's penis.
I grunted and opened my eyes.
The bright lights were blinding. I pulled away. "Why are you like this? So hasty?" He waved his two fingers in front of me, my vaginal fluid forming strands.
"You're already like this and you still say I'm in a hurry?"
He carefully placed me on the exercise mat, and the coach's two fingers poked and prodded inside my vagina. The sensation was incredibly intense. I involuntarily grabbed his arm; my vaginal fluid was overflowing, gushing out with each movement of his fingers and dripping onto the exercise mat.
Lately, I've been getting wet so easily.
The coach freed one hand to untie the straps of my clothes and placed them on my breasts.
My corset was very soft, so soft that it could be easily pushed up against my chest. The coach's hands were large; one hand could cover my entire breast.
My breasts weren't very large, but no one could cover them with just one hand; it felt like they were being controlled.
And so, I was almost completely naked.
I reached out and patted him, "The door, um, um. The door, it's open..." My words were laced with moans. The coach nodded and said "um," but didn't get up. The fingers inserted into my vagina suddenly increased their force, thrusting harder and more stimulatingly. My head jerked back, my legs suddenly clamped together and then relaxed. I didn't know where to put my hands, so I just rubbed one of my breasts and grabbed the coach's hair with the other.
I climaxed. The coach was still thrusting during the climax. I can't describe the feeling. My lower body was wet, soaking the coach's entire palm. He had satisfied me with just his fingers.
This man is really strong. I should have let him have his way with me before.
The coach stopped, and I finally caught my breath and let out a long sigh.
My body felt relaxed and refreshed after the climax. I didn't want to get up. I lazily propped myself up, my eyes glazed, looking at the coach.
My loose training clothes only had one sleeve still on. My bra was off, and my breasts were slightly red from being rubbed, but the coach was only just starting to undress.
I reminded him to lock the door and turn off the lights.
Since I can't escape my fate of being fucked, I'd better not let others take advantage of me. I don't want to publicize my lewdness.
The coach chuckled lewdly and thrust his erect penis in front of me.
Some men have great muscles, but small penises. After being fooled once, I never dated a muscular man again.
But when the coach wore tight pants, his lower body bulged. Now that his weapon was exposed, I couldn't think of a way to describe it. I was completely terrified.
Huge, as thick as a child's arm? No, it was like a mineral water bottle.
A mineral water bottle.
The coach chuckled and leaned down on me. I tried to run away, but my body, still weak from the orgasm, had no strength left. I
could only turn and crawl away. The coach grabbed my feet and dragged me back effortlessly.
Compared to him, my body was petite, and I finally understood why the coach was over thirty and still single. No one could stand him.
The coach, who called himself a donkey dick, had this donkey dick sticking out of my vagina. He had positioned me in a sexual position, my vagina still dripping with lustful fluid, its little mouth open as if it wanted to swallow it. "
I'm really asking for trouble," I cursed myself.
There was no other way; the coach thrust in.
My vagina had never accommodated such a huge thing before. I was both terrified and enjoying the feeling of being filled to the brim.
The glans went in, the glans penetrated, the glans went deeper.
I cried out, then desperately suppressed it.
The coach's penis was fully inside, seemingly opening up a part of my body as well.
I endured the throbbing pain, looking down. My vagina was completely swollen, a bulging mark visible on my lower abdomen.
Just penetration was so unbearable; how could I endure the coach moving?
I begged the coach, "Stop, you'll kill me."
Tears streamed down my face, my eyes a mixture of allure and pitiful vulnerability.
The coach ignored me, reassuring me that it would be over soon.
He began his movements, slowly thrusting in and out. I had completely lost control, moaning and groaning.
I don't know how to moan, but the sounds came out involuntarily.
The coach's movements were actually very slow, but his enormous penis made up for the lack of impact.
I was completely frenzied.
My vagina actually accommodated it, and it hadn't even broken.
The coach praised, "Xiaoli, your vagina is truly top-notch, so tight, and it even sucks. Look, it wriggles on its own even when I don't move." I thought to myself, "Of course it's tight, with such a big penis!" My breasts hardened, my nipples erected, and tears and sweat dripped down my temples.
The coach pulled out and changed positions.
I was so dazed I didn't know what was going on. The coach led me to a large mirror, placed my hands on the leg press bar, and started fucking me from behind.
The coach's large hands gripped my breasts tightly.
With a thrust, he entered me from behind.
I moaned and groaned.
But the coach had completely lost all tenderness and consideration; he was only enjoying the thrill of attack and possession.
I looked up, through teary eyes, at myself in the mirror.
I was still so beautiful in the mirror, my beautiful face streaked with tears and sweat, my neatly tied ponytail swaying, my flushed face and the finger marks on my chest constantly reminding me of my presence.
The coach was powerful, his hands gripping my slender waist, his face contorted with rage as he thrust, like a monster.
I remembered the Japanese erotic comics I'd read, the beautiful female protagonists being ravaged by beastly lechers; the coach seemed like a lecherous demon to me too.
I couldn't distinguish between an orgasm and a spasm.
I went limp, and the coach held me like a little girl.
Yet, he couldn't bear to pull his penis out.
In a daze, I endured the pleasure of the thrusts and penetration, not knowing how much time had passed.
The coach was having sex with me under the open door and bright lights, unafraid of the patrolling security guards or the prying eyes from across the large floor-to-ceiling windows.
I awoke from my unconsciousness, and the coach was still going on.
It was still going on. The rain outside had stopped; it was already night.
There was a large puddle of slippery, fishy-smelling liquid on my chest—thick, white semen.
While I was unconscious, the coach had ejaculated on my face. My face was dry, and the large puddle of semen on my chest was very obvious.
His penis was big, and he ejaculated so much.
Luckily, he didn't ejaculate inside; going that deep could have resulted in pregnancy.
While I was lost in thought, the coach lifted me up completely, inserted his penis into my vagina, moved it back and forth, and finally pressed me against the wall, thrusting hard.
My legs were wrapped around his waist, my slender calves swaying with each thrust.
It seemed as if my vagina had gotten used to the large thing after all this time; the soreness and swelling returned, and my vagina felt waves of tingling numbness.
My body isn't particularly tall or petite, and this was the first time I'd ever been lifted up like this. It felt like all my weight was concentrated in my vagina, supported by that thing.
The sensation in my vagina intensified, and I orgasmed again.
Big dicks are definitely a plus.
The coach placed me on the mat, lying face down, one hand holding my buttocks, the other tightly around my waist—I could only use the word "small" in front of him.
My head was buried against his chest, covered in sweat, but it didn't seem so unpleasant anymore.
The coach thrust his hips frantically, pumping relentlessly.
My vagina made gurgling, wet sounds, slap slap slap.
slap slap slap.
slap slap slap.
Then he pulled out completely, but at that moment, he kissed my lips. I let out a soft moan; it was rare for someone to kiss me so forcefully during sex, filled with such deep affection. My body seemed to soften.
The coach's weapon pressed against my lower abdomen, ejaculating continuously, the liquid gushing out like lava sliding down my lower abdomen. This time, the amount was even greater, thirteen times in succession.
I pushed him away. My face, chest, lower abdomen, thighs, and half of my buttocks were all wet and slippery with liquid.
It looked like I'd been gang-raped.
A complete mess, a pathetic sight.
My vagina was numb from being fucked so much, its open mouth unable to close for a moment, dripping with lewd fluid.
The coach cleaned himself up and got dressed.
He picked up my training clothes, wiped them haphazardly, and then picked me up.
The coach drove, and I sat in the passenger seat.
Sitting in the passenger seat, I was drowsy, only covered by the top of my training clothes; the rest of my body was completely naked.
While waiting at the traffic light, the coach's hand was still squeezing inside my vagina.
But I really had no strength left, only able to moan.
This incident at the Taekwondo gym was entirely due to my playfulness, though it was also the coach's concern that led to it.
I playfully exposed my body, and the coach accidentally saw it, but couldn't resist my temptation, so practicing with me was a clumsy scheme he came up with.
Sigh… thankfully, no one else was there.
This time, the description of sex isn't very detailed because the coach's penis was really huge. I felt dizzy the whole time. I took two days off to recover, and my vagina was back to normal.
I didn't accept the coach's confession, but I didn't feel much disgust either.
Everything is the same, except the coach has become my sex partner, available whenever I'm stressed or have high needs.
My vagina is still wet while writing this, so I simply took off all my clothes. I really can't stand how increasingly lewd I'm becoming.
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