The big wooden desk and the leather chair served as the throne from which Coach Tom led, inspired, and guided our team to greatness. Would this be the place where I will finally get to stretch Coach’s big ass?
I turned to notice Coach Tom lock the door. He turned around and started staring at me. I was intimidated for a moment, feeling my usual respect and admiration for Coach, but my still-hard dick quickly reminded me why we were here. The familiar fog of arousal clouded my brain, and a rush of confidence returned to me. I moved over to the leather chair and caressed the material before I sat down on it. I was too horny to notice how comfortable it was and just pulled out my dick. Mike and Coach were staring at me wide-eyed. It looked like they were waiting for a command.
“Both of you get over here.”
Mike started to rush over, but I stopped him. Feeling a surge of power, I decided to assert control over the situation.
“AH! Get over here, on your knees!”
My heart was pounding with a mix of excitement and fear.
With a mischievous grin, I beckoned Coach and Mike to me. Mike quickly dropped to his knees, but there was a momentary hesitation in Coach’s eyes, a flicker of defiance, but he succumbed to my authority either way.
Coach Tom obediently lowered himself to his knees, his face a mixture of lust and humiliation. I watched as both hulking bodies crawled toward me, their movements slow and deliberate.
The sound of knees scraping against the carpeted floor echoed through the room. My chest filled with pride as I realized how far I had come to discover who I was.
My heart pounded as I reveled in the power of the moment. Coach Tom reached me before Mike did. His head bowed low in submission. I couldn’t help but feel a surge of exhilaration and control, my ego temporarily inflated by this new feeling of dominance.
It was like I was trying to live up to Coach’s expectations all this time. He was the ideal man, and I strived to be like him. But now, it was like I had something he wanted. Something only I could give him.
The once-respected figure who commanded our team with authority was now reduced to this submissive position before me. My body started to shake because of the insane arousal I was feeling at that moment. Mike had caught up to Coach by now, and they were both on their knees before my exposed crotch.
As much as I wanted to feel their mouths around my dick again, I knew that I wouldn’t be able to last this long. Especially cause I was burning up with arousal this badly. I realized I could do anything I wanted and was about to tell Coach to remove my shoes and socks before he asked me.
“Should I take your shoes off for you?”
“You are such a good Coach that you already know what I need.”
I smirked at Coach Tom and reveled in my newfound authority. I extended my leg, placing my foot on Coach’s chest, and looked down at him with a commanding gaze.
“Start with my shoes, Coach. Take them off one by one, and make sure to show proper respect.”
Coach Tom’s eyes met mine, a mix of desire and obedience shining in them. He reached up and began untying the laces of my first shoe, his hands trembling with anticipation. As he removed it, I could feel his hot breath against my foot, his mouth hovering just inches away. He gently placed my shoe aside and moved to the next one, repeating the process meticulously.
Each time his hands grazed my foot, I could feel a surge of electricity shooting through my body. The sensation was intoxicating, and I reveled in the control I had over him. Once both my shoes were off, Coach Tom looked up at me, his eyes filled with desire and vulnerability.
He had been reduced to a submissive state, eager to please and satisfy my every desire.
“Now, Coach, show your gratitude, kiss and worship my feet.”
Without hesitation, Coach Tom leaned in and pressed his lips against the sole of my foot, showering it with gentle kisses. His tongue traced patterns along my arch, sending shivers of pleasure up my spine. I could feel his devotion and eagerness to please, which only fueled my desire for more.
Mike, who had been watching the scene unfold, couldn’t contain himself any longer. He eagerly joined Coach Tom in worshipping my feet. The sensation of two pairs of lips and two sets of hands exploring and caressing my feet was overwhelming.
“Ohhh! That’s it. You are doing so good.”
I leaned back in the leather chair, basking in the pleasure they were providing. My eyes darted between the two men, enjoying the spectacle of their submission. The sense of control was intoxicating. I was lost in a haze of desire and power.
As they continued to kiss my feet, I decided it was time to assert my dominance further. I lifted my foot and placed it against Coach Tom’s face, pressing gently but firmly. He looked up at me, his eyes filled with anticipation and surrender. With a subtle nod, he understood what I wanted.
“Take my foot into your mouth!”
Coach Tom obediently opened his mouth, his lips wrapping around my toes one by one. His warm, wet mouth engulfing my foot sent a jolt of pleasure through my body. I watched in awe as he expertly sucked and licked, his actions guided by a desire to please me. Feeling a surge of power and arousal, I turned my attention to Mike, who had eagerly watched the scene unfold. I motioned for him to come closer, and he complied without hesitation.
With Coach Tom still worshipping my foot, I guided Mike’s head toward my other foot. Mike and Coach worked in unison, their mouths and tongues exploring and pleasuring my feet.
“Your feet stink a bit Bro.”
“Good! Now enjoy the smell Mike.”
Mike did not say another word but instead kept eye contact with me as he pushed my big toe into his mouth.
I lost track of time as pleasure consumed me, the room filled with moans, gasps, and the sound of wet mouths.
Suddenly, Coach Tom turned around, his back facing me, and with a swift motion, he dropped his shorts and underwear, revealing his firm, round ass.
I gazed at Coach Tom’s exposed ass, presented to me like an offering. His cheeks were firm and inviting, a sight that ignited a primal desire within me. The thought of dominating him completely thrilled me, and I couldn’t resist the urge to take control.
“Someone is eager for more.”
Coach Tom positioned himself obediently, presenting his ass to me in the most submissive way. The sight was captivating, and I couldn’t resist exploring his tight hole. I stepped closer, my dick throbbing with anticipation.
“You’ve been a bad Coach, and now you’ll be punished.”
Without warning, I gripped Coach’s hips firmly. I thrust my hard member deep into his awaiting ass with a swift, forceful motion.
“Ahh!”
A mixture of pain and pleasure escaped Coach’s lips. The sensation was overwhelming. The tightness of his ass gripped my cock with each thrust. I reveled in the power I held over Coach, each movement asserting my dominance.
I pounded into him relentlessly, and the sound of our bodies colliding filled the room. Mike, who had been watching the scene unfold with jealousy and desire, couldn’t contain himself any longer. He approached us, his dick dripping with precum.