Filthy Coach: An Older Man Younger Woman Romance

by Amy Brent

  My thoughts of him shifted and I was now ready to welcome him back into my folds. I’d never had the nerve to treat my body like a wonderland. After he left, I went into a deep depression, but when I came back out, I turned my attention to whatever pleasure I could find to mimic what I had lost. The muscles inside had been conditioned by many hours of doing a certain exercise and he was now finding out that I was also full of surprises. His eyes went wide and he made this growl underneath his breath.

  “I have to say that I’m pleasantly…surprised,” I said. You have never been this responsive or this eager to please. I’ve always had to take you…by the hand and show you the way. It appears that you have turned the tables on me and I think I like it.” I was a little too smug for my own good and I paid for that with the way that he hammered into me with no mercy or any kind of control. He was possessed by the demon of sex and whatever devil was talking on his shoulder was making him perform for a captive audience of one.

  "Oh yeah…I want you to give me what I want. I’m not going to give up until I get it. You may have left me, but the thoughts of you have never gone away. You can feel that my pussy wants you and how fucking hot the room has gotten from the moment that we came in here. Drive that fucking white boy cock inside me and make me wonder why I even bothered to try to substitute you for another. Yes! Oh my God…YESSSSSS.” This was something magical and there was nothing innocent about the way that my adrenaline was rushing through my veins.

  My bigger lower half was flushed and I was using concentration to get him there. It wasn’t anything compared to the grinding motion or the way that my body was now begging him to fulfill his manly duties. This was what I had been missing and now the bastard was back for one more round.

  “I think that I might’ve…been mistaken. I’m not the one that’s in control anymore. That is now shared by the both of us. This is a dance that has always been made for two and you’re certainly not letting me lead anymore. You have changed…and your body and the way that you move is something that is not for an amateur… Fuck MEEEEEE.” He buried himself, but he continued to fuck me relentlessly without even stopping to take a breath. He came inside me and I felt all of it and there was no way that I could deny that this man was the second coming in my opinion.

  It was too overwhelming and I passed out after a moment of complete bliss. The heat was overpowering and I felt like I was suffocating. I’d curled up into his arms and then I awoke in the morning to reach for him only to find that he wasn’t there. The bed was empty and the only thing left behind was the warmth of where his body used to be.

  I bolted straight up, grabbing for the sheets and covering my shame. I couldn’t believe that I had done something like that. At first, I thought that maybe it was some kind of erotic wet dream that seemed all too real. I reached underneath and brought back the evidence of our union. I could smell it on my finger and I sucked it in to taste it one last time. It was reminding me that what we had was forever. This was my time and I wasn’t going to allow his absence to ruin it.

  I breathed a sigh of relief knowing that maybe this was the closure that I was looking for. My therapist had told me that I had given him too much power. I was a woman with my own mind and I didn’t have to take being treated like some sort of sexual toy.

  I lie down on the cool crisp pillow underneath my head. I took up a lot of room on the bed, but there was still room for one more. I put my hands on my chest and turned to find a sheet of paper. It was lying tucked behind the pillow, sticking out at an odd angle and most likely in a way to catch my attention.

  I pulled it from its place and opened it up with shaky hands. My confidence was shaken and my heart was empty. I felt like I was broken and that somebody had stuck a knife into my heart. I didn’t want to have that feeling all over again, but this time it was like it had come back stronger than ever.

  I wasn’t sure that I wanted to hear what he had to say. He didn’t have the courage to say it to my face, so he did the next best thing by writing it down the old fashioned way. “Megan, I know that our memories have been the only source for us to hold onto what we have. We have been running away from each other. I wish that I could tell you that our future is together. Your father has not taken kindly to me interfering in his business. He has taken precautions and I need to fight fire with fire. I promise that I will make my way back to you. I don’t know how and I don’t know when, but I can assure you that it won’t be for years. I saw that you were sleeping and I wanted to give you that peace. Please believe me when I say that it wrecked me inside to think that I was hurting you when I left that abruptly.” He didn’t have to sign his name.

  I got up and showered. I had breakfast and I went for my daily jog, trying to get back to a semblance of a normal and everyday kind of life. The whole day was supposed to be my time to smell the roses and believe that I had gotten his stench off my body.

  I was in the park feeding the ducks, when he sat down beside me with his hand on my knee. “I told you that I wouldn’t be gone long. I can’t stay for long, but I believe that the next time that you see me will be different. There’s no way that I can crush your father, but I think that I can dobetter.” I was wearing shorts and the feel of his hand on my bigger than average knee was causing a shiver to run up and down my limbs. “I don’t know why it feels so good when I’m with you, but I can’t even compare it to anybody else. This is something that cannot be described. It goes beyond logical thinking. We are in our own separate category.”

  “I shouldn’t have given you that second chance, but you were too irresistible to kick out that door. I’m sure that on some small level my eagerness to be with you was brought about by that man trying to put his hands on me. Coming to my rescue like some knight in shining armor was a good way to enter the picture again. I’m older and wiser. If you left tomorrow, I wouldn’t be surprised.” His finger made its way up the inside of my thigh. He pulled down my panties and I looked around in embarrassment to see that nobody was watching.

  He snuck them into his pocket and I was left with the wind touching me. He was giving me that elusive feeling all over again. “I know how you feel and I’ve tried in vain to get you out of my head. One woman after the other and I’m still left with your face and your body in my mind. I get this feeling that you like playing this game. Being reckless leaves you breathless and it might even leave you with a nasty emotional scar of what we have together.” He had his finger lingering along the lips of my pussy. I shuffled forward a little to let that finger immerse itself into my hot and welcoming passage.

  Each time he left was up like a nightmare and every time he came back it was like he was awakening that part of me that I had pushed down deep. I considered him the ultimate player. He had this way of taking things way too far. He was soon finger fucking me with my juice streaming down his hand. He was holding my gaze and he was licking his lips and waiting for me to ride that orgasm into the sunset.

  “The flame that we have can never be extinguished. I will always be the one that can strike a match and have you practically on fire. You are a fucking black, big assed goddess that doesn’t know when to quit. I will always leave you wanting more and believe me that is not a one sided exchange. I want you to cum all over my hand in front of everyone here. Don’t even concern yourself about being some sexual show for their amusement. If they wanna watch, then they should see. I want them to see a woman that is open-minded and willing to do anything for a cheap thrill.” I thought that I could deny him by taking a deep breath, but he screwed with my head by adding another finger. We weren’t related, but it had to be considered taboo. He was my stepbrother.

  “I wish that you didn’t come back. You make me feel…so high that it’s like some sort of drug. You have me wanting to go to some kind of meeting for sex addicts. You make me feel so helpless. You can watch my eyes fill with pleasure and know that you are the cause of it.” I didn’t even care that somebody might catch us in the act and it was that thought that
pushed me over the edge. It didn’t hurt that he had added the thumb from the same hand to drive me out of my mind by rubbing my clit. I thought that I had gotten him out of my system, but I was only hiding from the truth.

  “That’s it…you know that you want to do this. You might feel a bit of embarrassment, but that’s not going to stop you. The look in your eyes and the way that your body trembles makes me want to whip it out and join you.” It was an interesting idea and I didn’t think that he was a man enough to follow through. I decided that I was going to do it for him. I put my hand in his lap and he looked down to see that I was very serious about taking him out of his comfort zone.

  “You shouldn’t have mentioned that, if you didn’t want me to do something about it.” He gave me this grin and I think that I was playing into his hand. “You’re certainly a man that likes to push the envelope. You have your fingers inside me and I have your cock in my hand. Let’s see who makes the other cum first.” This was a race to the finish and so far our little display had not been discovered. It was just a matter of time before somebody made a gasp and that would in turn cause a domino effect amongst those that had continued to be oblivious.

  “You’re definitely not the same woman that I left four years ago. You have matured and become more experimental with age. You haven’t changed and you look the same as you did the last night that I walked out on you.” He was strangling on those words, as I went into high gear. I spit into my hand and I used the lubrication to really make him see that I was in this to win. “Well…you’ve never been this good with your hands before. I guess time apart does make the heart grow fonder.” I was moving my hand up over the head and enticing that sensitive part.

  “I remember how you kissed me and how you whispered sweet nothings in my ear. You’re the one that’s going to give in, Spencer. I know what it takes to make you concede defeat.” There were no rules and if there were they were made to be broken. “I’m not shy or naïve and I do take chances.” I showed him my fortitude by not being afraid. I slipped my mouth over top of the bulbous crown. I gave it all of those little tricks to make him go past the hope to hold back.

  “You and I are not meant for conventional…relationships. You were quiet and demure, but now…look at yourself. You’re giving me a hand job right here in the fucking park. I think that we bring…the best and the worst out of each other. I refuse to think that we are done.” It was hard to concentrate with him playing with me. I had to remind myself that this was my pound of flesh. I couldn’t give in, no matter how much he was making me feel like I was going to explode

  I didn’t want to believe that he could have this kind control over me, but the proof was in the way that he was making me feel. There was absolutely nothing that I could do and I didn’t want to be any place else other than where I was right now. Seeing that I was in a public place, I just didn’t know if I was taking a risk or not. The fact was that I had a standing in the community. If I was seen as some sort of slut, then I would lose all of my credibility.

  I wanted this moment frozen in time, but I had to keep an eye out for anybody that might recognize me. He was working me into a frenzy and my juices were bubbling to the surface like that of a cauldron on high heat. I wanted to hold out, but sooner or later, I was going to lose the battle of the sexes. I would shame myself and those of my gender and that was not something that I was willing to do.

  I had the advantage and my mouth was that secret weapon. I was popping his knob in and out in rapid succession and trying my best not to lose myself to the pleasurable feelings that he was inflicting on me.

  “You’ve always been a dirty girl underneath it all, Megan. Oh my God…how did you ever get this good at giving blowjobs? I thought that I was the one that was keeping you a prisoner of your own body, but maybe we’ve been doing that for each other. I can’t even imagine anything being like this. It would kill me to lose you, but it would also kill me to have you at my beck and call. I would die of a heart attack and I would do it with a smile on my face and a hard on between my legs.” I was wondering what it was going to take and then I began to hum a tune on top of everything that I was already doing.

  I could feel that the floodgates were going to open up and that a geyser was in my future. His shaft filled to capacity and his balls felt like they were overflowing. To see him in this position of being submissive was something that I could definitely get used to. He might have thought that he had the power before, but now I was showing that I was ready to step up and be noticed.

  The way that he was thrusting his hips off the bench told me that the matter had already been decided. I could see that determination in his eyes, but he had been condemned to his own fate by coming here and teasing me mercilessly. I wanted to let him know that I wasn’t weak minded and that I couldn’t be manipulated like I had been back in the day. I wasn’t sure if I believed that, but at least I could pretend with the best of them.

  I let him build the pressure between his legs. Every time that I thought that he was going to lose it, I would slow down and let him stew, until I was sure that sensation had abated. I made sure that when he did explode that there would be no denying that I had been the cause. He wouldn’t be able to stop himself, even if someone were to come upon our little covert union.

  He knew what I was trying to do and he was now trying to force the issue by three fingers instead of just the two. That was dirty pool, but it wasn’t like I wasn’t expecting it. I figured that he would try something like this and all I had to do was trap those feelings and not let them see the light of day.

  “You…are definitely not for the faint of heart. I’m going to lose it and I have this feeling that you’re not going to stop this time… AHHHHH.” He started to scream, but then he slammed his fist into his mouth, so hard that I thought for sure that he might come back with one less. He managed to stretch his jaw like I had over his cock and the bright light in all of this was that I had made him do my bidding. I was the one that was pulling his strings and when he went off, I was right there. I could’ve easily taken it all down my throat. I’m sure that others would take exception to us being together.

  I relinquished my hold and I jacked him repeatedly. I let his seed fly everywhere all over himself. An older woman with gray hair was now staring. She had stopped and was now standing by a tree in the shadows where she couldn’t be revealed.

  “That will teach you…oh my God…. I’m going to fucking….AHHHHHHH.” I lie there splayed out in a comatose post orgasmic state. His fingers had vacated and once again, I found myself alone. The only proof that this had happened was the mess in my hands and the absence of my panties.

  I had been running from the pain and I didn’t want to feel the same way that I did the last time. I tried to fill that void with those that looked the part, but never really measured up. I was upset with myself that I had fallen for his charms all over again. Spencer was that guilty pleasure that every woman would want in their closet for a rainy day. If I could just have his body, I would be perfectly content, but maybe I was only trying to convince myself of that.

  “I don’t know where your head is at, but I’m trying to tell you that I’m in trouble. There is a hostile takeover going on and I have no idea who’s responsible. I have my best people working on it, but so far they’ve come up empty. I’m worried that we’re going to lose everything and you seem to be smiling for some reason that baffles me. There’s something going on with you and I think that you should do me the courtesy of laying your cards on the table. I am your father and I should know what’s going on in your life.” This was the first time in a long time that he had ever given a damn. He was asking because he was desperate and he wanted my advice on how to deal with the shadow corporation that was looming ever closer.

  “Do you remember about four years ago that I went into a tailspin? I had to go into therapy and I never did explain why. I’m sure that you have been wondering, but then again maybe you haven’t. You probably thought of me as
a disappointment and wanted to wash your hands of the whole thing. I showed you that I had weakness and that was a cardinal sin in your eyes.” I swallowed hard, thinking about what happened in the park just this morning. I’d no idea what I was afraid of. With Spencer, I had always believed that the most unpredictable things could happen.

  “I just thought that it was something personal that you wanted to keep to yourself. It’sthe reason why you went to therapy, so that you could get it off your chest and finally put it behind you. I’m guessing that you haven’t put it behind you. I didn’t want to say this at the time, but I guess I have to. Were you foolish enough to get involved with a man and then have your heart broken? I thought that you were different and that you were built with a stronger stock than that.” I thought that I would know better myself, but the heart had a funny way of betraying good judgment and logical sense.

  “I did get involved with a man and he was by far more superior than any other that has come before or since. He came back into my life and I feel like I can’t get out of my own way.” I’d called my therapist and found out that she was on vacation. I didn’t know why I would unload on my father, but he was asking and now I was telling.

  “Nobody should be able to take your power. I thought that I taught you that. The only way to survive is not to trust anyone. I know that I have been married a couple of times, but this last one has really grated on my last nerve. She may not be your biological mother, and trust me, you should be happy for that. That woman and her son Spencer have been the bane of my existence. I castrate myself all the time, metaphorically speaking, for bringing them into our home. You tried to warn me, as well as a lot of others, but I just wouldn’t listen. I had to see it for myself and the bitch has been bleeding me dry.” There was no way that I could tell him that Spencer was the cause of my angst. If I did, I’m sure that he would see me as a problem and not part of the solution.