I passed the point of no return and arched my back, forcing my cock against my panties and short shorts, which made me come, so my throat tightened around the cock, which sent Coach over the edge, so I could feel he balls pulsing on my nose as the pumped cum down my throat which made my orgasm go on and on…
Coach collapsed on top of me, flattening me into the mattress. We were both gasping for breath and shaking from the intense orgasm we had just shared. It took a few minutes for Coach to catch his breath and climb off me.
“Let’s go in the bathroom.” I climbed off the bed hesitantly. My first thought was that I was about to get my first golden shower, but that made no sense. Tyler had just pissed. Once we got in there, he handed me a towel. I wiped the mess off my face. “Take a seat.” Confused and concerned, I sat on the toilet as directed. With an evil grin, Tyler took the towel, draped it over my shoulders and told me to cover my face with the ends. O-kaaaay…
“Now hold still, bitch.” Dammit. I was still a bitch in his eyes, even after giving him hot oral sex! I heard and smelled what I guessed was hairspray. Why was Coach spraying my hair? After a couple of minutes he was done. He whipped the towel off and looked down at me with a smirk.
“Perfect. The highlights came out better than I expected.” Highlights???
I went to look in the mirror but he turned out the light and pushed me out the door. He gave me the box with my panties, shorts and tops. “See you at noon tomorrow, bitch.” Slam.
Sonofabitch! I was furious. OK I screwed up by not showing up with panties under my short shorts, but after that blowjob I should have gone up a notch to a good boy, or even a pantyboy. I’ll show you Coach! I stormed into my apartment, dropped the box and headed to the bathroom. I turned on the light and my jaw dropped.
My shaggy mop of light brown hair now had gleaming blond highlights, so many highlights that I looked like a bleached blond with my regular hair color relegated to being just shadows underneath the golden highlights. I closed the door to get a better look in the full-length mirror. OMG! Thank heavens that nobody saw me in the hallway. Forget worrying about looking like a metrosexual twink, between the highlights and my outfit I looked like a gay club boy! I could see my areola through my skintight white nylon shirt with the red trim and my red nylon shorts with white trim obscenely cupped my basket in front and my butt in the back. I even set up my phone in the living room to take a video of me walking away and back to the camera to see if it looked that bad on video. It did. Seriously, I looked like either a gay club boy, a hustler or a stripper!
Then I had an evil thought.
That’s the way you want to play this, Coach?
If you think I’m a bitch, just wait till tomorrow you cocky little bastard.
At noon the next day I was at Coach’s door. I didn’t bother ringing the bell but rapped on his door. Get ready little man.
The bitch is back!
Coach opened the door and it took him a moment to recognize me. Not surprising since he was expecting a twink dressed like a go-go boy. Instead, he was facing a tall athletic jock in a gray zipped up hoodie with the hood pulled up and sunglasses. Further down, I wore loose navy drawstring cotton long shorts and white sneakers with anklet crew socks. I oozed masculinity and confidence.
I walked straight past him into his living room, grabbed the remote and turned off his TV and tossed the remote on the couch. I pulled out my phone and told Coach, “Take a seat.” He was on the cusp of challenging me but sat down on the sofa anyway to see what I was up to. Techno dance music with a pounding beat started playing on my phone and I put it down on the TV console.
I tilted his sturdy coffee table letting his crap slide off and pushed it closer to sofa. I stepped on top of the table and started to grind to the music. Coach looked up at me with a mixture of surprise, amusement and lust. As I pumped my hips, I slowly pulled down the hoodies zipper, revealing a skintight turquoise blue nylon athletic shirt with white piping. I looked down at Coach, licking my lips suggestively as one hand slid inside the hoodie to caress my nylon encased torso while the other slowly pulled one of the strings on the waist of my shorts until the knot came undone. Coach was obviously liking where this was going – who wouldn’t?
A quick tug on the waistband and the loose-fitting shorts slipped off my gyrating hips to puddle at my ankles revealing white nylon shorts with turquoise blue piping that cupped my basket and were sheer enough to permit the discerning viewer to see that I was wearing turquoise blue panties beneath them. I pulled one foot out and with the other kicked them at Coach to land on the growing tent in his shorts. At this point I was the perfect blend of cocky jock and gay go-go boy. I slowly turned my back on Coach, bent over to present my nylon encased buns. I slowly slid the waistband of my shorts down to expose my pantied ass to him. I teasingly gave him a couple of twerks, causing my bubble butt to jiggle invitingly.
I slowly slid my shorts back up over my gyrating butt as I turned back to look down at Coach. I pulled off my sunglasses and flipped my head so the hoodie fell back exposing my new golden locks. I licked my lips again and gave the little man below me a wink as I dropped to my knees and climbed onto him and started to give him a lap dance. Coach was so little compared to me that his face was in my chest and my growing basket was grinding against his belly.
Coach was too busy kneading my bubble butt to either notice or care. I looked down at him with a smoldering look and peeled off his tee shirt so he could appreciate the thrill of my nylon clad torso rubbing against his and asked in a husky whisper “Who’s your good boy, Sir?”
“You are.” He husked back and gave my grinding butt a playful slap.
“Say it, Sir.”
“You’re my Good boy.”
“Thank you, Sir.” I looked down at Coach as I continued to grind against him and slowly removed my hoodie. His hands left my butt to slide up my back, around my sides to my pecs to pinch my nipples through my turquoise blue shirt. “OH, Thank you, Sir.” I moaned. But I wasn’t ready to let him take control yet. I reached down and opened his shorts, then backed off to the coffee table to slide them down and off along with his socks. I rested his bare feet on either side of me on the edge of the coffee table. I now had Coach totally nude before me.
Just how I wanted him.
I stroked his legs gently and saw his cock jerk as I spread his knees and crawled between them, caressing his inner thighs with my nylon wrapped torso. Coach inhaled at the sensation. I bypassed his crotch and gave his nipples some gentle, sucking smooches and pulled myself up, sliding our torsos together until I was upright on my knees with my crotch at his eye level. I continued to grind to the music as I caressed my torso. “Should I keep my shorts on or do you want to see my pretty panties, Sir?” I asked coyly.