Filthy Coach: An Older Man Younger Woman Romance

by Amy Brent

  “I’m glad that you are taking things slowly. I don’t know if I could’ve taken a one stroke effort on your part. I know that I only have about half of it already, but it feels like it’s coming out of my fucking mouth. I love it and I don’t want you to stop, until you have it all inside. I want you to feel what it’s like to be with a woman of character and substance. I want you to know what it’s like to be with a woman that has never experienced something like this before.” Her eyes were fluttering and then that orgasmic moment had her in its clutches.

  “Well… I almost came right then and there when you did that.” He could see every muscle in her body now rippling and knew exactly what that meant. “I see the way that you’re taking this and I have you, so stretched out that I think that I might ruin you for other guys. You would never be satisfied with a piece of breakfast sausage, when you can have a foot long.” He saw that white paste around his cock. Her excitement from that first orgasm was only enough to make her want more of the same.

  “You weren’t all the way in and I still came all over you. I can only wonder what will happen once you start to really get down to business. That cock is going to disappear and you are going to fuck me, until I can’t take it anymore. I didn’t give you permission to cum inside me. I want you to treat this, as an exercise in mental control. Hold yourself back for as long as possible, because I want to use what you have to please me. I don’t ever want to get enough.” She pushed back against him, while filling that cavity, until there was nothing more to go.

  “You just did the one thing that no woman has done before. They usually need me to hold them down, but you did it yourself. I can see it, but I’m not sure that I can quite believe it.” He pulled back slowly hearing her breath come out of her in a long rush of air. He pushed back and heard that same intake of breath which was followed by her pounding on her desk with everything on it beginning to jump.

  “I don’t want you to treat me with kid gloves. We’re both here for the same thing. I know what I want and I don’t think it takes a rocket scientist to know what you want. Let’s be bad and stop thinking about what others might think. I know that you probably don’t care, but I’ve always been the good girl. Fuck me…give it to me deep and make me your good little bitch.” She had never talked like this before, but it was kind of liberating to let her inner freak come out to play.

  “I know that you want me to hold back, but I really need to fuck you. I can’t stand these agonizing slow strokes. I can feel the way that you grab me and I think we both know that I’m going to shoot you, so full of cum that you’re probably not going to be able to walk straight afterwards. You’re going to be bow legged. People will look at you and know that you’ve been owned by me. They’ll know that were taken by a real man with the kind of equipment that can get the job done the right way the first time.”

  He pounded her over that desk, hearing her cry out and using it to push him beyond his own endurance. He drove madly in and out of her body and it was the perfect way to build on the white hot seed that was now currently traveling up the length of his shaft.

  “I want what you can give me… I want your sweet hot cum inside me bubbling to the surface after you pull out. I want to feel that you need to be with me and I want to feel that cock shoot off like a gun in between my legs…between my…LEGSSSSSSS.” This orgasm was stronger and more intense and the way that his finger played along her clit underneath her was a good way to enhance that.

  That moment was right there. He put everything into high gear and didn’t slow down. This time was different than all the rest. He usually stopped balls deep and let it go, but this time he moved quickly to take things to that next level. “I’m there…I’m fucking there and you’re going to get exactly what you asked for… YESSSSS.” His knob expanded and began to push out a large volume of his sweet seed. He buried himself all the way in and pulled back and continued to fire off.

  Her knees gave out, but he was right there to hold her up, until he was done with her. He finally pulled away, but not until lying there on top of her for the next 5 minutes. He stumbled backwards into a chair and she was soon straddling him and connecting the blood transfusion machine. She turned it on and watched the blood begin to siphon from his body, while the other tube was now replacing his blood with a new and fresh supply.

  “I really didn’t see any reason why we should wait. In your current state, I didn’t think that you were going to put up much of a fight. I know that this is a little unconventional, but I don’t think that you are going to mention this to anyone. I hope that this does work and that we will always have a reason to see each other when you are back in town and on your break from your hockey schedule.”

  He buried his head in her D cups, pulling down the cups and biting on those nipples to take away any kind of discomfort that he was feeling from those two needles piercing his skin. “I think that I could get used to this kind of treatment, Dr. I have to say that your bedside manner is better than most. You really do take a personal stake in your patient’s recovery. I’m hoping that this is only reserved for me.” He licked around each of her nipples. He could feel her grinding up against him, until he was hard enough that she slid down on every inch once more.

  She rode him all through the treatment, until he bellowed with his desire. She felt him flood her insides and it wasn’t long before they were finished for the day.

  Tina found out that she was pregnant and was happy to report that to Keith. That was not the only good news. His blood transfusion had worked, but he was going to have to continue to take those treatments. They would keep a close eye on the results.

  It was just after the birth of their baby boy that they found out that he was in remission. There was no need for any more treatments and they were, so elated that they took a family vacation to Hawaii. They were both happy and he had given up his cavalier attitude towards women for something more serious. He was the last holdout for playing the field and the guys congratulated him and also told them that he was a lucky man.

  Tina and Keith knew that they were the lucky ones. They were never going to be complacent when it came to the adventures in the bedroom. They were already planning to bring a female from her gym into the bedroom to spice things up.

  The Billionaire Playboy’s Baby

  Ray

  “There is just something special about that Ray Markley.”

  He smiled as he closed the door to the coffee shop. He knew it wasn’t his good looks, or a smile. No those two things had been a part of him all his life, and had made high school quite a pleasant experience. More than likely it had to do with his career, and the fact that him making it big in baseball had put their little town on the map. But deep down, he knew it was the way he carried himself. He wasn’t cocky, no he was confident, and he didn’t deal with anyone’s craziness. He knew what he liked, and he knew if he wanted it he would get it. He loved this small town, full of most of his friends growing up, except a few that had decided this life wasn’t for them, him included. At 28 he was in the prime of his life. He sported a head of wavy sandy brown hair and the darkest blue eyes possible. Something the ladies seemed to like.

  He loved the game, loved the way the ball flew when it made direct contact with the bat. It had been a part of his growing up, and the one thing he shared with his dad before he left. It had been the biggest part of his life and over time he had made it. Right into the majors. Something he was proud of, and worked hard at. His life in Bayberry had quietly taken a back seat to the other world he had created out in New York.

  He loved the flash of lights in the big city and the people there, but every now and again he would come home and visit his mother, who refused to leave this place, and to remind himself of his roots. This visit, however, was tinged with something else, and he still had yet to work it out. With a shake of his head he set off for his car, knowingly carrying a box of the donuts his mother loved. He would take his time driving down the dusty road out to the ranch
and he would settle in there for a few weeks at least until training started up.

  Nothing had changed really, the tall oak by the main road had fallen, probably from a storm of some kind and there were a few more houses that were scattered along the way that hadn’t been there before but aside from that, life was its usual out here. He heard the ringing of his phone and glanced at the caller id on the dashboard, feeling his insides turn, before hitting the ignore button. The red heat of anger curled up inside him and he felt his knuckles turn white as he gripped the wheel. No matter what anyone said the guy had I coming, and even the police had said so.

  He swung the car into the spot where he always parked and made his way inside. The house smelled just like it always had, sugar and coffee, and he smiled as he enveloped his mother in a hug.

  “Hello mom, I told you I’d be here today.” He kissed the top of her head, a full two foot shorter than his own. She gave him a smile as she walked carefully back to her chair.

  He frowned as he watched her, at 88, she was no longer the young, carefree woman that should be running a ranch. He knew that she had help, however, he had hired a few men to run the horses and keep things running smoothly. He had also remotely hired a nurse to sit with her and take care of things at home, and a cook, who shared a wing of the ranch with the live in nurse. Even still, he felt guilt deep down every time he went back home.

  “Raymond, you are so skinny, you need to eat.” She exclaimed as she made her way inside the house, she gently patted his stomach.

  “I’m fine mom, you say that every time.” He helped her into a chair and took a look around the room.

  Everything was neat and tidy, clean and sterile and he felt himself relax, just slightly. She was being taken care of, and it made him feel better knowing it. He heard some commotion in the kitchen and glanced that way. He found himself face to face with a bubbly woman red faced and smiling. In her 40’s she had sprigs of red and gray hair and she welcomed him with a smile.

  “You must be Raymond. Hello, I am Jeannie, I cook for your mother, and whoever may come by.” She gave his mother a wink, that he didn’t miss. She held out her hand to him, which he took and marveled at the grip she gave him.

  “It’s just Ray, and it’s nice to finally meet you.” He relaxed as she rambled on about food for dinner and a light lunch, which she asked his mother to approve of.

  After she left, he turned to face his mother once more. : You certainly seem to have things running smoothly mother.” He gave her a half grin.

  “Yes, I rather enjoy having a lot of the bulk handled for me, thanks to my son that is.” She grinned as a buzzing sound went off beside her. “Oh, it's time for Lila, she will be down in a few seconds. She is such a sweet girl I think you will like her.”

  Before she could get the last word out, he heard the soft sounds of humming as she came into the room. He felt something hit him in the stomach when she finally looked up at him. She was curvy, full and filling in her outfit. It suited her, all of those curves. Her hair was long and fell in waves around her. Her caramel skin almost glowing in the light. Her eyes were what struck him at last. They were brown with a hint of blue in them, and were set in her face, complete with a set of full lips and a dimpled cheek.

  He watched her blink rapidly at him for a second, her eyes covered in a fringe of dark lashes that complimented her skin. She turned then, her focus on his mother.

  “Ok Miss Margie, it's time for your favorite.” She gave her a sour look and then moved around the cabinet in the far corner to get her meds together. She never turned around to look back at him, which he found unnerving.

  He did his best to seem unaffected as he let his eyes travel the rest of her, his focus on the uplifted derriere that was facing him now. He realized his mother as talking to him, and he shook his head to snap out of it.

  “……. top of her class.” His mother gave him a smile.

  Lila turned then, her eyes flitting over him for a mere second before she carried the tray over to his mother.

  “You are always too sweet to me, Miss Margie.” She set the tray down and waited as the older woman took the medication with a sour look.

  “I know, like I said not the favorite.” She glanced over at him once more, giving him her full attention.

  “I’m Lila, it’s nice to meet you.” She held out her hand to him, which he took. He felt the softness of her skin in his and he subconsciously let his thumb run across the bridge of her hand before he let it go. His eyes met hers, and he felt a shift there.

  “Well, mom, I’m going to go get settled in and come back for lunch, since Miss Jeannie is working on such an impressionable spread.” He glanced over at Lila. “I will see you there.”

  He didn’t wait for a response, simply letting her know what he expected of her before he turned to head down the other wing of the house to his old rooms. He wanted her, it was as simple as that. He wasn’t even sure why really. She was beautiful, almost exotic, which he found fascinating. She was certainly nothing like Angie…. He felt the familiar anger well up in him, but he tried to let it go and not let it ruin his day. He thought once more about Lila, he wanted her in his bed, and he would have her, he simply needed to find a way to convince her that’s where she belonged.

  Lila

  “Arrogant...son of a.” She whispered it under her breath knowingly. Someone, somewhere had told Ray Markley that he could have whatever he wanted and when. “I’ll see you there.” She said it mockingly.

  He would certainly be surprised when she wasn’t. She always ate lunch with the ladies of the house, but not today, not when he had ordered her to be there. There was something about him that reek dangerous anyway, it would probably be best if she avoided him at all costs, until he went back to his own home.

  She knew he was some big time basketball player or something. Apparently, it had all gone to his head at some point. She folded the blankets by the door once more, jerking it as she went. She loved Miss Margie, and she loved this job. It had come at a perfect time in her life, and she would always be grateful to Miss Margie for giving her a chance. At 23 she had already lived a full life.

  She sat down on the bed reflecting. Her father was a prestigious official in Washington DC, and her mother had been in love with him for years. Unfortunately, she had settled for being the woman waiting in the wings for him for years. He had convinced her for years that he would leave his wife, but sadly, he never had. Her mother had fallen ill and died of cancer four years ago, and only once had she even met the man. He had come to visit her mother in the hospital and her mother told her then that he was her father.

  She hated him for never making the choice to pick them, hated him for never being around. Now, all she felt was indifference. Sure, he had cried and held her mothers’ hand, but ultimately he had gone back home, leaving her wondering about the life they could have had. She would look him up from time to time, and see the faces of her two half-brothers that never even knew she existed. She was essentially alone in the world, except for Andre, and that was a mess as usual.

  He was a musician, and beautifully talented. She loved him, or at least she thought so. He always seemed to be busy these days, never having time for her. But then that’s what you had to do to make it big in the music business. Not to mention he often commented on how her dieting was going, trying to motivate her to do more and to get healthier. She knew her weight was an issue for him, especially when he always had women falling all over him. Unfortunately, nothing seemed to be working, at least not quickly anyway. They had plans to meet tomorrow, and she couldn’t wait to hear all about the new developments on his album. She just had to be careful to not make him angry.

  It wasn’t that he wanted to hurt her, in fact he hated himself anytime anything happened between them. Nothing had happened yet, but he would get so angry and from time to time she would get a little scared of him. He never touched her, but he had thrown a thing or two to get his point across. He was obviously under a
lot of stress with his career. All she could do was be supportive and do her best to try to help him. She made her way out of the rooms and down the long hall to the garden to walk, she loved it there more than any other place on the ranch.

  The weather was beautiful this time of year and she loved being able to enjoy it. She settled into a lounge chair, face upturned as she let her eyes close to enjoy the cool breeze that flowed over her skin. Taking deep breaths, she felt a sense of peace wash over her. It could have been an hour, or even two before she realized she had fallen asleep. She heard the crunch of gravel and knew now that someone had woken her. She sat up with a start and found herself face to face with him.

  “You have a habit of napping in the garden?” He let his gaze linger, looking her over.

  “No.” She said with an edge, jumping to her feet as she did. “I suppose I was just relaxed that’s all.” She crossed her arms waiting. She couldn’t leave the area until he moved out of her way, which by looking at his face he was well aware of.

  He smiled at her as he leaned on the twisted oak. “You missed lunch.” He said it simply and she met his gaze.

  “I wasn’t hungry.” She lifted her chin another notch. He chuckled.

  “Well, perhaps I will see you at dinner then?” He waited for her to answer.

  “Perhaps.” She knew it was weak at best, but it was almost like saying no.

  He smiled at her once more, then sat down on the bench near the entrance. “So, how is mom doing, really?”

  She felt his tone turn serious, and she relaxed. She couldn’t handle the charming side of him it unnerved her. But this… this she could do. She sat beside him.

  “She’s actually doing much better than before. Her white count is lower and her blood pressure under control. She goes in to see Dr. Baker every few weeks, and he helps me keep her on track. She can be…. Well...”