Free Coaching Missy by Ellie Saxx Page A

What the
fuck!”
    Missy held her breath. Stephen sounded a lot angrier than
she thought he’d be.
    “Okay, you assholes. You’re supposed to pull pranks on each
other. Coaches are off limits!”
    She heard his footsteps on the tile floor, and then she
sucked in her breath as Stephen emerged from a cloud of steam.
    He was...gorgeous. And completely naked, of course. Easily
over six feet tall, muscles rippling in his chest and abdomen, those neat little
lines near the hips that pointed right toward his large, mouth-watering cock.
    Missy’s eyes opened wide as she stared at Stephen’s package.
It was thick and long, dripping with water that was streaming down his torso
and continuing along chiseled thighs. A small patch of dark brown hair framed
his cock and balls, but for the most part Stephen was impossibly smooth, his
skin glistening under the bare light bulb swinging overhead.
    Missy was instantly hot, like damp-panties hot, and the
crotch of her shorts suddenly felt very snug between her legs. Heat rose in her
chest. Her nipples tensed under her tank top. Would he see? Her breasts weren’t
huge, but they were big enough to cause a stir when she got excited. Like she
was now. Very, very excited. Her ears buzzed and her chest filled with rising
heat, her nipples fully erect. This was crazy! Why couldn’t she pull her eyes
from his cock? Because it was beautiful...so perfect...
    “Hey!”
    Stephen’s voice snapped Missy out of her stupor.
    “What are you doing here?” he said sternly. He didn’t move
to cover himself. He just tilted his head, like he was more curious than
ashamed.
    He’s that fucking confident, Missy thought. Jesus. Her legs
wobbled.
    “I, uh, I’m the clubhouse manager, Missy,” Missy stammered.
She didn’t know how to start. “I was just putting out uniforms.”
    “I know who you are,” Stephen said. “I’ve seen you watching
from the bleachers. Every practice this week. Uniforms, huh?” He looked around
pointedly. There were no uniforms in sight.
    Missy blushed hard and looked at the floor. She dropped the
towel. Whatever game she had in mind seemed foolish.
    “Why are you really here?” he demanded.
    “Beth sent me. For an appointment? With you?” She traced her
shoe through a puddle, still afraid to look up.
    “You don’t have to be afraid to say that, Missy,” Stephen
said, speaking firmly just like when he instructed a player. He clapped his
hands once. “Everybody needs some coaching. It’s how you get better, stronger,
faster. Change the game! Come on, follow me to my office. We’ll get started.”
He turned and walked away.
    Missy’s mouth dropped open. She stared at Stephen’s dimpled,
perfect ass as it disappeared into the steam. She trembled with excitement. It
was like every horny moment she’d experienced before now was combined into one
solid wave and it was breaking right in her center, filling her with
anticipation. She followed Stephen down the hallway.
     
    ***
     
    Stephen stood in his office, still naked, holding a marker
against a dry erase board. Missy sat down in a wooden chair a few feet away. A
small ridge in the seat pushed right against her pussy and she had to bite her
lip to keep from gasping.
    “Here’s the deal,” Stephen said. “You want to make sure of
three basic things. We keep it simple for the first years.”
    Missy nodded.
    “First,” he said, listing items on the board, “you want to
be able to suck a cock, right? Basic operation, easy to master if you work at
it, instant crowd pleaser. Second, how do you fuck? Do you give it right back
to the guy, work him over real good, or do you just go limp and take his dick
and get it over with? And third, what happens with the cum? Big one there. Is
it gross, do you drink it down, spread it on your tits? What do you do with it
all? Those are the big questions. Have I missed anything?”
    Missy shook her head. Her cheeks felt flushed again, if that
was possible. Stephen was so