Ayla's Supernatural Love Dungeon

Angelica sat at an empty table in the crowded cafeteria. She was about to take a bite out of her pizza when someone tapped on her shoulder. She tilted her head towards the individual who interrupted her lunch. “Yeah? What’s up?”

            “Hey, Angie. Coach wants to see you.”

            “Did he say why?”

            “It’s in regards to your uniform.”

Angelica nodded her head. She pushed her food tray across the table before she got up and headed to the gym.

She tapped her knuckle on the wooden door in the locker room.

            “Come in,” called a voice from the other side of the door. Angelica wrapped her hand around the doorknob and twisted the handle to enter the room. At the computer was Coach Dean.

 Angelica felt her knees weaken and her core heated at the site of the man. Ever since she started high school, she had the fantasy of having sex with a teacher. On the first day of P.E., she laid eyes on Coach Dean. His muscular form, slate gray eyes, and medium mullet set a fire in her lions and solidified her target. When he posted for soccer tryouts, she was the first to join. She wiggled her into whatever position she needed to be to be close to him.

            “You wanted to see me coach?”

Coach Dean finished tapping away on the keys before he spun his chair to face her.

            “Yes. You put in a slip saying that you got the wrong size of your uniform?”

Angelica nodded. “That’s right.” Her eyes washed over the man before her. Her core warmed considerably. At this point, she didn’t care if he caught her eyeing him like an ice cream cone she wanted to lick and savor for as long as possible.

Coach Dean rose from his chair and pulled out a few articles of clothing from behind his desk. He placed three sets on top of his desk in front of her. “From the left, we have small, medium, and large on the right. If you need anything higher than that, we’d have to special order them,” he explained.

Angelica was initially issued a medium, but her breasts have grown bigger since then. She reached for the large shirt. She tangled her fingers at the hem of her shirt and hosted it up.

            “W-what are you doing?” Coach Dean stammered.

            “Trying on the shirt,” Angelica deadpanned. She caught his slate-gray eyes. She noticed a flash of heat and need in his eyes. She decided to milk this attention for all it was worth. The shirt was already over her bust and revealed her black lace bra that barely covered her ample breasts. Her skin pricked as she felt Coach Dean’s eyes wander over her body.

            “You really shouldn’t be doing that,” Coach Dean said, trying to hide his arousal.

Angelica continued her strip tease. Her hands lightly graced her breasts and trailed down her body to the waistband of her skirt. All the while, Coach Dean’s eyes followed her movements. He swallowed hard which made his adams apple more apparent. Angelica smirked at his reaction; she shimmied the piece of clothing down her hips and allowed it to fall to the ground. She stood in her black lace bra and thong set. She danced towards Coach Dean. The proximity caused him to fall back into his chair.

            “Like what you see?” she asked. It was a rhetorical question because the bulge in his pants showed that he did, in fact, like what he was looking at. He adverted his eyes from her half-naked body.

            “You really should have done that in the locker room. Anywhere else except for my office.”

Angelica lightly took his hand from where it rested on the chair and placed it on one of her breasts, forcing him to cup it. Coach Dean swallowed hard but continued to caress the soft bouncy piece of flesh. Angelica sat on the edge of the desk, not wanting to disturb the papers and other stuff. She quietly moaned as Coach Dean kneaded her breast and teased the perked nipple.

            “Do you truly want me to leave?” Angelica said in between ragged breaths.

She noticed that his pants tightened at the crotch of his pants. In one swift movement, Coach Dean pushed everything off his desk and hoisted Angelica on top of it. He dragged his teeth on the outer shell of her ear before growling lowly into it.

            “I’m going to give you one chance to walk out of this room. If you refuse…”

It took everything Angelica had not to laugh. “I’m not a virgin. If that’s what you’re concerned about.”

            Coach Dean tangled his fingers into the hair at the nape of her neck and pulled hard. “I figured you weren’t.” His nose grazed along her elongated neck. “You’ve done everything to get my attention.” Coach Dean pulled his face away from hers and observed her reaction. “Now you have it. So, make the choice.”

Angelica searched his eyes. His expression was stoic but a flicker of need and desire for her peeked through.

            “If you’ve been watching me, you know what I want.”

            “This is your last chance to leave,” he repeated.

Angelica slammed her lips against his and flushed her body as much as she could into his. Coach Dean kissed back possessively and clawed her naked skin. He pulled his lips away from hers.

            “I will ruin you for every other man that touches you.”

Angelica felt her arousal drip down her legs at his statement. While it was meant as a threat, it just turned her on more. Coach Dean reached around her back, unhooked her bra, and took a nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the nub before his teeth toyed with it. Angelica arched her back and encouraged him to play with her breasts more. Coach Dean laid her flat on his desk. His right hand trailed down her body until it reached the center of her thong. He pulled the thin string to the side and slid a finger inside her folds. Angelica closed her eyes and focused on the pleasure Coach Dean’s digit was causing her. Her bliss was interrupted when she felt his dick penetrate her as well.

            “Wha–?”

Coach Dean ignored her question and continued to thrust into her and stroked his finger against her clit. Angelica tilted her head back. Her walls stretched to accommodate him. He was bigger than any guy she had inside her. His size alone hit the bundle of nerves just slipping in. With each thrust, the nerves were slammed against her spine. Coach Dean fingered her clit in time with his thrusts. Angelica spasmed around his dick uncontrollably. No one had ever stimulated her clit before. Especially not while they had their dick inside her.

            Angelica was on cloud nine and didn’t notice that she had climaxed when Coach Dean slipped out of her. With half-lidded eyes, she took in the sight of Coach Dean’s manhood. At the sight, it confirmed that he was indeed bigger than any boy she slept with before. Upon closer inspection, he didn’t cum. She reached for his dick, but Coach Dean tucked it back inside his pants and zipped it closed.

            “We are still in school and while fucking you brainless in my office is hot, I don’t need other students or teachers to catch us.”

Angelica whimpered. She wanted him to fuck her into a stupor and to have his cum fill her. A smirk crossed his face.

            “Don’t look that sad,” he said as he quickly scribbled something down on a sheet of paper. Angelica quietly got dressed. Before she pulled her shirt over her head, Coach Dean stopped her. His hand that held the note he had scribbled down grazed the center of her cleavage as he placed said note into her bra. “My address. Come by later and I’ll fulfill that promise.”

Angelica’s core melted at his words and her thong became soaked with her arousal and his sweat.