Private Training Session with Your Coach

Coach Miller stands over you, his skin slick with sweat and his massive chest heaving. He doesn't say a word before he reaches down, grabbing your hair and pulling your head back. He unzips his gym shorts, and his thick, heavy cock springs free, pulsing with blood. He forces your mouth open, shoving his head deep into your throat until you gag, forcing you to suck every inch of his length while he groans in satisfaction.

You scramble to your feet, trembling, as he spins you around and slams you against the weight bench. He pulls your shorts down, exposing your ass to the cool air before his hot hands grip your hips. He doesn't use lube; he just rubs his pre-cum over your hole and lunges forward. The sound of his cock slamming into your tight ass echoes through the gym as you scream from the sudden, massive stretch.

He fucks you with a relentless, rhythmic violence, his heavy balls slapping against your thighs with every deep thrust. He’s a jock, and he treats your body like equipment, driving himself into you until you’re seeing stars. He reaches around to grab your cock, pumping you in sync with his brutal lunges. You beg him to go harder, and he obeys, his hips driving even deeper, bottoming out against your prostate.

"Take it all, you little slut," he growls, his voice deep and commanding. He picks up the pace, his thrusts becoming short, frantic stabs that make your entire body shake. You feel your orgasm building, a frantic pressure in your gut. He reaches his limit first, letting out a guttural roar as he hammers into you one last time, pumping thick, hot ropes of cum deep into your rectum.

You collapse onto the bench, your vision blurry, feeling his heavy weight pressing you down. He pulls out with a wet pop, and you feel his cum leaking out of your stretched, twitching hole. He stands over you, breathing hard, looking down at the mess he made of you, satisfied with his private training session.