Conquered by My Coach Yr. 01 Ch. 01

Conquered by My Coach: Year One - Chapter 1

This story is set in the same timeline as Bully Conquers My Girlfriend and is the third story in the Bully Conquers... franchise of stories. This story is told in a split view between the present day and flashbacks. The present-day portion begins after the events of Bully Conquers My Girlfriend Chapter 4, and the past portion takes place five years prior.

June 1, 2025

There I was, standing in the hospital room, looking down on my younger brother, the victim of a car accident. My mom was sitting beside him, holding his hand, and the twins were sitting beside her. My father and older brother had left to go to work, and I was just standing there, trying to figure out how to be useful. What was I supposed to do? What do you do when your little brother is in a coma because some jackass drives through a stop sign? The answer, I had no fucking clue.

As I stood there, aimlessly failing to determine how I could be of any help, my phone vibrated in my pocket. I turned and took a step out, giving my mom and the twins some alone time with Bryan. Once in the hallway, I took my phone out, and upon the first glance, a wave of heat rushed over me. A surge of excitement coursed through me as I looked at my phone and saw "Daddi Q" plastered alongside the indication of a new text message.

I felt myself begin to salivate as I opened up the message to see an image of a beautiful, thick black cock draped over the muscular thigh of the man who changed my life. My pussy pulsed as I got lost in the image. Then, once I snapped out of my daze, I returned to the hospital room.

"I'm heading out, Mom," I said, drawing her attention back to me, "Call me if you need anything, and uhh... I'll come back tomorrow to check on him."

"Okay, Honey," she replied, "Be safe."

I walked over to her and gave her a kiss, then did the same for the twins. Then, I circled around Bryan's bed and kissed him on the forehead while simultaneously feeling another vibration in my pocket from my phone. I left the room and walked to my car in the parking garage. Once I was in my car, I opened the message to see a second picture of Daddi Q's big black perfection; this time standing at attention, a delectable droplet of precum forming at the tip. I licked my lips and started my car. Then, I proceeded to drive to my apartment, my pussy aching to be filled by the dick Daddi Q had been teasing me with.

I know this may sound like I am a terrible brother. What kind of man would leave his little brother's hospital bedside to go and get some dick? To answer that, I need to take this story back to about five years ago, to my senior year of High School. This is the story of how I got conquered by my coach.

Five Years Ago - August 15, 2020

As I drove to the first football practice of my senior year of high school, I was on top of the world. I was the quarterback and captain of the football team, I was the most popular guy in school, and I had the hottest girl in school by my side. I ruled the school. Being a hot, muscular guy with short brown hair and matching brown eyes certainly didn't hurt. Then, my reality crashed around when I began changing in the locker room. The rest of my team soon filed in, and, as we all pulled on our training gear, we were greeted by the thunderous, booming voice of our new coach.

"Good morning!" he bellowed, drawing all of our attention. Our heads spun to see a toweringly muscular bald black man with a dark, well-maintained beard. His red polo clung to his chest and biceps, and his teeth flashed a glimmering white smile as he entered the locker room. "My name is Quentin, and you will call me Coach Q!" He looked around, sizing up his new team, "Some of you may be wondering who I am, and where Coach McCain is."

He paused his speech as his eyes scanned over each of us in various states of dress. Most of the team was still wearing their regular clothes, while some were already fully dressed in their practice gear. I, however, stood there in just my boxers, loosely fitting my thighs as I dug through my bag for my jockstrap and cup. As he paused, I felt an odd tingle run over my back as I brought my attention back to Coach Q, his eyes looking right at me. I could see his eyes moving up and down my body, seeming to linger on my abs. I started to wonder if he was checking me out when he brought his eyes up to mine and gave me what appeared to be a slight wink before turning his attention back to the rest of the room and resuming his speech.

"He transferred over the summer to be closer to his grandkids, so the administration here reached out to me and stole me from a school a few towns over. It's a bit of a drive, but the pay was good, and I was promised a good team," he spoke as he continued looking around at all of us. I couldn't help but feel his eyes lingering on my body as they passed by me, "Looking at you, I see what could be a good team, but my standards are not the same as Coach McCain's. I need to see what I'm working with. So, I want all of you outside on the field in ten minutes for drills. And you!" he yelled as he pointed at me, "My office, now!" With that, he turned to go to his office just outside the locker room.

I couldn't understand why he wanted to see me, but without thinking, I followed him out of the room, still only wearing my boxers, my jockstrap now in hand. As we walked to his office, I noticed just how big he was. He was easily three or four inches taller than me, and he was fucking huge. For a guy who must have been in his thirties or forties, he was in amazing shape. Once we were in his office, he took a seat at his desk and gestured for me to take a seat. I was so confused as to what he could have needed me for that I failed to register that my boxers had shifted, revealing the tip of my dick through the flap in the front. As I sat there, I looked at him as he analyzed my body. I could not figure out why he was staring at me like that.

"I'm sure you're wondering why I called you here," he said, leaning back in his chair, his eyes trailing down my abdomen, stopping at my groin with a smirk, followed by a slight licking of his lips.

"I... It crossed my mind, Sir," I responded. Why had I called him sir?

"Sir... I like that," he said, "Anyway... James, right?"

"Yes, Sir," I said, making him smirk again.

"I was told that you were the quarterback and the captain," he started, "And I just wanted to get to know you, let you know that I'm here to take you guys further than you have been. I know you guys have done well in the past; you're a good team. I just want to make you great. So, I wanted to meet with you to get a sense of what it's like around here. I don't want to change what doesn't need to be changed."

"That sounds great," I responded.

"So, after practice today, I want you to come back in here, and we can go over how it went and what I think needs to be changed. And you can tell me how I did and what I need to work on to better fit in around here. Sound good?" he asked.

"Sounds great," I said, standing up to leave.

"And James," he said as I was turning, "I'm not sure how things were with Coach McCain, but try to keep your dick in your pants from now on, okay?"

My eyes darted down, and I blushed as I saw my dickhead peeking through the flap in my boxers. My hands darted down to cover me, "I'm sorry, Sir. Won't happen again." I turned to leave, noticing another smile cross his lips as I felt his eyes staring daggers into my ass. I returned to the locker room and changed, and practice carried on as normal. Despite the new coach, he actually ran things pretty much the same as Coach McCain did. The only difference was that he pushed us harder and further. He spoke to us calmly and kindly, but it was clear he knew we could do more. It felt good to be pushed like that.

After practice, the rest of the team hit the showers, but as I was walking behind them, I saw Charlotte waving me over to the bleachers. I splintered off to go see what she wanted, and I was greeted by the view of my sexy as fuck girlfriend Charlotte, standing there before me, her red hair tied into pigtails hanging down her face. Her perky B-Cup tits were being held behind a pink spaghetti strap tank top that left her abdomen exposed, ending just below her boobs. Further down, she had on a pair of tiny jean shorts, with the very bottom of her ass cheeks peeking out, revealing her toned legs and her flip-flop-clad feet.

She jumped at me, and immediately her arms were wrapped around my neck, and her lips were locked on mine. My hands found her hips, lifting her off the ground and allowing her legs to wrap around my waist. She began hopping up and down, grinding against me as my hands moved down to cup her ass.

"Mmmnnnppphh," she moaned into my mouth, "I missed you so much, Baby." She continued dragging her tongue all over the inside of my mouth as she tried to suck my essence into her body while dry humping me. I started to get into it, walking over to the bleachers, pinning her against one of the posts as her hands started messing with my hair.

"Fuck," I said between kisses, "I missed you too." I moaned into her mouth, really squeezing her ass as I ground my own hips, pressing my hardening crotch against hers.

Before it could go any further, though, we were interrupted by a booming, "HEY!"

The two of us, stunned by the sudden shout, practically fell to the floor and tried to collect ourselves, turning to see Coach Q standing before us.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" he yelled, his arms crossing and showing off his bulging biceps that seemed to threaten to rip the sleeves on his polo, "The rest of the guys are showering off a hard practice together, like a team, and you're over here dry humping some slut against the bleachers!"

"Hey!" Charlotte spoke up, clearly not happy with being called a slut, "You can't talk about me like that."

"The fuck I can't!" he said, "If you are going to get in the way of my quarterback being a leader for his team, then I'll talk to you however the fuck I want."

"I... I..." she stuttered, not sure how to respond.

"Come on, Coach," I tried to jump in.

"You, shut the fuck up and hit the showers," he commanded, cutting me off, "Then I want you in my office. Is that clear?!"

"Y... Yes," I responded.

"Yes, what?!" he yelled.

"Yes, Sir," I responded, giving Charlotte a peck on the cheek and whispering to her, "I'm sorry. I'll call you later." I then walked past Coach Q and went to take a shower. As I entered the locker room, the rest of the guys were clearing out, leaving me to shower alone. I stood there, enjoying the feel of the hot water for a while before shutting it off and heading back to my locker to get changed. As I walked out of the shower, though, I was alerted to the unmistakable sound of gagging.

I was perplexed at the sound, and, wrapping a towel around my waist, I began exploring, following the sound. As I reached the exit of the room, the gagging grew louder, and I heard Coach Q yelling, "Yeah, Bitch! Take that cock! Gag on that shit!"

What the fuck? I thought. My mind started racing at how odd this situation had become. He comes down on me for kissing my girlfriend, and now he's in his office getting his dick sucked. What kind of bullshit? My thought train came to an abrupt halt as I reached Coach Q's office, the door wide open. I peeked in and was shocked to see Coach Q standing in the middle of his office with his pants around his ankles and his hands gripping the fiery, red pigtails of Charlotte as he brutally fucked her throat.

"What the fuck!" I screamed, stunned by what I was seeing and not at all sure of what to do in that situation. Coach Q simply looked over at me and smiled as he continued skull fucking the shit out of Charlotte, who was hanging on for dear life on the black man's phallic onslaught. I looked down, still in shock, as I saw Charlotte gagging on his dick, her eyes blank as she struggled to breathe. What really baffled me was the amount; it looked like her mouth was straining, and how much dick was still left outside of her mouth. Charlotte had never struggled to take my dick like that before. The amount of dick that was still outside her mouth was bigger than my whole hard dick.

I had known I was on the smaller side. I had seen that both my older brother, Trent, and my younger brother, Bryan, had bigger dicks than I did, but Coach Q seemed to be on a whole other level.

"Calm the fuck down," he laughed at me, pulling me out of my head, "This is your punishment for trying to get some pussy instead of being a team player, and from the looks of it, it's not much of a punishment." He glanced down at my towel as he said this. His eye motion caused me to follow them and see that my dick was hardening, and I was pitching a tent in the towel. He laughed again, spurring me to look back up at him.

"Fuck you!" I yelled, still trying to understand what the fuck was going on, but Coach Q did not like that. As soon as my words reached his ears, he yanked Charlotte off of his dick, in a motion that seemed far longer than what should have been humanly possible, and he began marching toward me. Before I could even register what was happening, his hand was around my neck, pushing me against the wall. I could feel a hot, hard object pressing against my leg as his fingers sank into my neck, and he brought his face right down to mine.

"What the fuck did you just say to me, boy?" he was seething as he practically spat in my face. I had never felt fear like this before, not even from my father, who himself was an imposing man. There was something about Coach Q that made me believe that he was not someone to be messed with.

"I... I..." I stuttered, a combination of fear and uneasiness filling my body. I had no idea how to get out of this situation. Then, before I could do anything or say anything, something pulled his attention away.

"Mmmnnnnnn," I heard a moan come from below us, and we both looked down to see Charlotte's mouth back on his dick, which was pressed against my thigh, but it was so long that a few inches were available for her to worship. "Mmmnnnnpphh," she moaned again as she suckled on the bulbous mushroom head of his cock. She must have crawled over here after he pinned me to the wall. But if she came over here, why wasn't she helping me? Had she really come over here just to suck his dick some more? Why?

Coach Q released me, leaving me to slide down the wall as he returned his attention to my girlfriend's mouth. "That's it, slut," he said, his hand patting her head, "Show your boyfriend what you are; what you need." He laughed again, and she quickly resumed her slobbering and gagging on his cock. I watched, on the floor against the wall, as she eagerly worshipped Coach Q. I could see a brightness in her eyes that I hadn't seen any of the times we had had sex. Her hands had found a place on the floor to support her as she hopped up onto her knees, her perky butt cheeks poked out from beneath her shorts.

*GLUK* *GLUK* *GLUK* *GLUK* The sounds of her throating his cock echoed throughout Coach Q's office. Copious amounts of saliva and drool coated the front half of his shaft as she bobbed her head gleefully back and forth. I could see her tongue poking out every once in a while, truly savoring the dick in her mouth. Coach Q stood there, his hands at his sides as Charlotte took over the blowjob, in complete control of her utter devotion to his monster cock.

"Holy shit!" Coach Q yelled, "You've got one hot little piece of ass here, Quarterback. Her throat game is next level." He looked over at me, smiling as he enjoyed my girlfriend's mouth. Then, again, he looked down at my towel and started laughing again, "Look at you. You really are getting off on your girlfriend being a little whore." He continued laughing as I looked down to see that the towel had slipped open, and my hard cock was on display. My eyes then darted to look at the obscene display, and I could not help but focus on how much bigger his cock was than mine. Coach Q saw where my eyes were fixated, and he bellowed, "Or maybe it's not her you're watching." His laughing continued as my mind blushed in a mixture of sheer discomfort and shame.

"I... I wasn't..." I stuttered, trying to dissuade his notions, but part of me realized he may have been telling the truth. Since Charlotte began blowing him again, I hadn't really been focusing on her cheating on me and doing so willingly. I was more focused on how much bigger his dick was than mine. Why was that? I should be fucking pissed off right now. My first day back doing the sport I love, and my new coach was skull fucking my girlfriend right in front of me with a dick over twice the size of mine while she happily let him do it. All the while, I was sitting on the floor, watching with my dick hard and leaking. What the fuck was wrong with me?

"The fuck you weren't," he said, his hand finding her head again and aiding in the throat fuck. He began thrusting again into her, increasing the volume and frequency of her harsh gagging. Charlotte was completely gone at this point; her eyes rolled back as tears ran down her cheeks, and drool dribbled down her chin onto the floor. Behind her, I could see a small puddle being formed by droplets running down her legs. She was getting off on being treated like a fucking whore. Whenever she sucked my dick, she acted like it was a chore, but here she was getting her throat destroyed by a huge black dick, and she was cumming?

Before I could analyze it any further, though, Coach Q continued, "I see what you're looking at. I know what made you hard. Your tiny little white dick got hard seeing my big black cock slide in and out of your sexy little girlfriend's throat. You know, a man would be doing whatever he could to get his girlfriend off my dick. He wouldn't be sitting there naked as his puny dick leaked at the sight of his girlfriend worshipping my dick. Now, I don't mind letting a cuck watch me own his girl, but don't go pretending you're not getting off on it. Don't act like you're not looking at my dick and thinking about how much bigger it is than yours."

I was speechless in response. I couldn't deny what he was saying, and I, for some reason, couldn't bring myself to move or look away from his dick as it slid in and out of Charlotte's mouth. It was mesmerizing to me, and I had no idea why. I had never had any sort of feelings toward a man before. I never even looked at my teammates in the locker room. In fact, I went out of my way to avoid catching a glimpse of any of their dick. I had always loved women. Boobs and pussy dominated my thoughts in my early teen years, and as soon as I lost my virginity, I was always in a hurry to get my dick wet again. I had only ever been attracted to women. But in this moment, his dick was what held my attention. Why?

"You're pathetic," Coach Q, "Sit there and watch, or get up and leave. I don't care, but keep your fucking mouth shut and don't get in my way again." While I was sitting there pondering what was happening to me, Charlotte amped up her efforts to please Coach Q. She was getting more and more into the blowjob, her hands and knees sliding on the wet floor as she hammered her head back and forth, jamming as much of his cock in and out of her throat as she could, cumming constantly as she suffocated herself on his cock. Coach Q was loving it. His hands found her pigtails again, wrapping them in his fists as he began to meet her thrusts. She was never able to take any more of his dick as time went on, but neither of them seemed disappointed in that.

I simply sat there, watching. After a while, he pulled her off of him and reached down to fully remove his pants and shoes while also taking the time to remove his shirt. Charlotte's eyes returned to life, and she was in awe as Coach Q revealed his statuesque, muscular, chocolate god body. It was fucking unreal. I could tell that he was well built, but seeing him naked, his bulging muscles and massive hard-on on display, I too was in awe.

After he dismissed me to the corner, he and Charlotte no longer paid any attention to me, so I wrapped my hand around my hard five-incher, and I watched as Charlotte stripped off her clothes, her cute tits and ass on display. She then crawled over to Coach Q, who had taken a seat in his desk chair. Once she reached him, she kissed his foot before trailing kisses up his leg until she reached his balls.

"Yeah, Slut! Suck those balls!" he yelled, holding her head and shoving her face into his nut sack. He sighed in relief and added, "That's it, Bitch. Take a whiff; That's what a man smells like."

"MMmnnnnn," Charlotte moaned as she inhaled his scent straight from the source. Her tongue snaked its way out of her mouth and dragged along the entire surface area of his nut sack, coating it in a sheen of spit.

"I love a sloppy whore," Coach Q said as Charlotte continued slobbering on his big black balls. "Fuck yeah. Worship my balls. Show me what a slut you are. Show your boyfriend how much you want to taste me, to please me."

As I said, Charlotte was gone by that point, so she just moaned and nodded as she sucked one of his balls, moving back and forth from one to the other, an audible pop occurring each time one of his fat nuts burst away from her lips so she could move to the other one. I heard a wet splashing noise and moved my eyes down her body to see that she was fingering herself, and splashes of her juices were spurting onto the floor and dripping down her legs. She was cumming just from sucking his nuts. Was she always such a slut?

I sat there watching Charlotte finger herself as she came, worshipping his heavy balls, and suddenly, I felt a sensation course through my body as my hand was suddenly wet. I looked down, and, to my surprise, I had cum. When had I even been jerking it? I knew I had my hand on my dick, but I didn't even realize I had started stroking. And now I was cumming from watching my girlfriend cheating on me with my coach less than an hour after he caught us kissing behind the bleachers. An hour ago, I thought I was going to be getting some pussy, but now it was clear that she had moved on from me. She was acting like a complete slut for Coach Q's huge black cock. Fuck, it was so big.

His tower of dark man meat stood well above the top of her head as she continued to suck on his balls. He alternated between petting her and shoving her in further to his nut sack, encouraging her to get sloppier and even more into it, "Spit on those balls! Get into it, Baby. Fuck!" This only spurred Charlotte on even more; her eagerness to please him amplifying as she slathered his balls in her saliva, giving them a thorough tongue bath.

As she continued her oral worship of his balls, she brought one of her hands up to the head of his cock and began twisting it and stroking it, her saliva from earlier acting as lubricant for her to give him as much pleasure as she could. She was in her own personal heaven as she held her head there, below him, breathing him in continuously and tasting him as she fingered herself to consecutive mini orgasms, her legs trembling as she knelt beneath him.

Finally, though, she hit a point of impatience and pulled her head away from his balls before licking her way back up to the tip of his cock, the long journey giving her time to savor every inch on his dick. She reached the tip and plunged her head down about six inches until it hit the back of her throat, harshly gagging before pulling back and looking Coach Q right in the eyes, her face glistening with saliva, her hair a disheveled mess. "Please..." she started to say, getting distracted by his dick swaying back and forth as he stroked it before her eyes.

"Please what?" he asked teasingly, enjoying the look on her face as she salivated for him.

"Please... Sir," she finished her initial thought, "Can I please sit on it? I need to feel it. I have to feel it."

"You wanna piece of this big nigger dick, baby girl?" he asked, laughing at her.

She rapidly nodded her head and reached up to his dick, her hands at the base as she let it fall onto her face, "Yes, Sir. I want it so fucking bad. Please." She started slapping his dick on her face, letting it fall on her cheeks, forehead, and tongue, occasionally taking the head in her mouth or licking along the shaft.

Coach Q simply smiled, "I love watching a pretty white girl beg to get blacked. Get yo fine ass up on this dick then, Bitch."

She practically jumped on him, her mouth finding his as she straddled him and began grinding her sopping wet pussy along the length of his shaft. She was coating it in her juices, and she was covering his mouth and face in kisses, licking all over him as she would occasionally shove her tongue into his mouth and let their tongues dance together. "Mmmnnnpphhh," was all I could hear as they moaned happily together. Coach Q's hands quickly found her ass and slapped down hard on each cheek, spreading them and giving me a clear view of her soaking wet snatch and her adorable little asshole.

His hands inched closer to her holes, one hand pressing a finger against her ass while the other placed the tips of two fingers at the entrance of her pussy. His fingers quickly brought her to a high place of pleasure as she shook against him again and had another small orgasm, her tongue dragging down the side of his face until her mouth planted on his neck, sucking him for dear life.

"Fuck, you're one hot little piece of ass. You ready to get a feel of some nigger dick?" he asked, slapping her ass again.

"Yes, please, Daddy. I need it so bad," she said as she returned to licking his face.

"Okay, Baby," he started, "But you gotta understand one thing. The second you sink that pretty little pussy down on this dick, your pussy belongs to me. I own it. You do not fuck anyone else; you don't even let anyone else see you fucking naked. Not even your boyfriend over there. If you put my dick in your sexy little cunt, you are mine, and mine alone."

"I..." she started to speak, clearly trying to rationalize what choice to make.

"I had planned initially to just dump a load in your stomach," he continued, "But you're sexy as fuck, and you've been so fucking eager, that I don't think I can let you go. And I get the feeling that you've got a killer pussy. So, if you truly want this dick, you need to give yourself over to me completely. Okay?"

Slowly, her mind reached its conclusion, and she began to slowly nod against his face as she lined up her pussy with his dick.

"Answer me," he commanded, smacking her ass again.

"Yes, Daddy. Sorry, Daddy," she said as she started sinking down onto his dick, "Uuuuggghhhh. I'm yours." She swung her arms around his neck, linking them behind him as she descended in an agonizingly slow pace. "I'm yours," she repeated, "I'm yours." Her mouth found his again, and they kissed feverishly as she began to tremble on him, an orgasm no doubt coursing through her once again.

"Holy shit, Baby," Coach Q groaned as Charlotte eased her way down past the bulbous head of his cock, a shiver coursing through her once she breached it. "You're so fucking tight. I guess that's no surprise, though, considering what he's got to work with." Coach Q laughed as he glanced over at me. I, unfortunately, had passed the point of no return, and I was shamelessly jacking off to my girlfriend, surrendering herself to my new coach. It was hot as fuck, and I was pathetic. The way his dick stood straight up, the way it spread her pussy out so much, and its sheer size; it was a sight to behold.

In no time, she was bouncing up and down on the first couple of inches of his cock. He was so thick that it was truly an effort to take him for her, but she was dripping wet, her juices gliding down his incredible length. So, as time went on, as she continued to bounce up and down after planting her feet on the seat of the chair beside him, she was able to take more and more of him. During this first encounter between them, she was never able to take more than half of his dick, but it was quite the sight to watch her get there.

As I said, in the beginning, she could only take a couple of inches, but she was more than happy with how it was making her feel. "You're so fucking big, Daddy! You're stretching me out so good! Fuck! Fuck me! So good," she began rambling as she tried to take more of him.

Coach Q wasn't as vocal, focusing his attention on her perky B-Cups that were bouncing in his face. "Mmmmmrrrgrghhhhh," he groaned as he took her nipple in his mouth, nibbling slightly, his hands still squeezing her ass.

"Fuck yes!" Charlotte exclaimed as she managed to squeeze her cunt down on another inch, "Suck on my nipples, Daddy! Bite down on 'em!" Her hands reached to his head and held him firm against her chest as she tried harder to sink down further, bouncing gleefully on his dick. "Oh my God, Daddy! I feel so fucking full!" She screamed, pulling one of her hands away from his head to move it down and feel how much of him was still left outside of her pussy. Her eyes bulged in shock, "Fuck, there's still so much left, Daddy. I don't think it'll all fit."

I could hear a tinge of disappointment in her voice as she said that, and I knew, at that moment, that I had never really satisfied her. We had had sex countless times, and she always seemed to have a good time; at least I knew I had. This was a whole other level, though. She had never reacted this way before. Was she faking it the whole time? Did she just think I was enough? Could I ever be enough?

Before I could think more self-deprecating thoughts, I was alerted by a sudden scream from Charlotte, "AHHHHHH FUCK ME! I'M CUMMMMMMMIIIINNNNNNNGGGG!!!!" Her whole body shook, and her legs slightly gave out, which, in turn, made her force herself to drop down on another couple of inches of his cock, which only amplified her screaming, "FUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKK!!!!!!! MMnnnnnnnppphhh," She ended her scream with a muffling bite of her lip as her eyes rolled back and she fell forward onto Coach Q. I could see streams of clear liquid trickling down his cock as she came again. Fuck, I had never made her cum this much. Honestly, I wasn't sure anymore that I had ever made her cum at all.

"That's it, Baby. Let it out," Coach Q said, his hands moving from her ass to rub her back, holding her against him, "I know I'm big. You don't have to take it all this time, but you will one day. Until then, cum as much as you want. Scream as loud as you want. Catch your breath." He held her close to him, letting her breathe and stay still, with what still seemed to be like less than half of his monster somehow. I was amazed that he could be so dominant, yet so caring. Based on the way he fucked the shit out of her throat, I would have thought he would be the same with her pussy, but he's being surprisingly patient and gentle.

After Charlotte collected herself, she leaned back and rose back up, planting her feet back on the chair and preparing herself to reignite her efforts of taking his dick. She began by slowly rising up, then slowly pushing herself back down. Coach Q brought his hands up to her tits, mashing them together before pushing his face back into them, sucking her nipples, licking them, and nibbling on them. Charlotte's head, in response, fell back as she really got into it, bouncing for all she was worth, her speed hastening as she continued to take maybe five or six inches of his thick black cock, all the while exclaiming how big he was and how good he was making her feel.

"Fuck you're so big!" She would say.

"Take that nigga dick!" he would say back.

"Fill me up, Daddy!"

"Your pussy's so fucking tight!"

"I love your cock, Daddy!"

"This is my fuckin' pussy!"

Back and forth, they would obscenely describe just how much they were enjoying their sexual tryst. Coach Q certainly got into it, as he moved his arms down under her thighs and stood up, hoisting her into the air, his dick still inside her, before dropping her onto his desk so he could really start to plow into her.

"Oh, Fuck!" Charlotte squealed as Coach Q started to fuck her for real. His hands found her ankles, spreading her legs wide open. Her hands rubbed their way down his pecs and abs, leaving streaks from her fingernails on until they stopped at his groin. She looked up at him, smiling, "Give it to me... Please."

He smiled down at her, "As you wish." Then, what happened next blew my mind. In a frenzied haze of intense debauchery, Coach Q's hips became a blur. Soon, he was pistoning his cock in and out of my girlfriend's tight cunt. I could hear the wet noises of her pussy juices splattering out upon each impact. The desk started creaking as it slid mildly against the floor. The force of his thrusts was too much for the desk, and it moved easily with his motions.

It didn't seem to matter to him, though, because in no time, the desk had been pushed all the way across the room. Charlotte's legs were endlessly shaking, being held in place by Coach Q's hands. The sound of the desk pounding against the wall blew my mind, and it served as a metronome for my continuous stroking. I could not tell you when I came throughout their sexual congress. I couldn't even begin to say how many times it happened. All I knew was that my hand never stopped moving the entire time they fucked.

The more Coach Q rammed into Charlotte, the less her words became understandable. Unintelligible, babbling moans were all that came out of her mouth as her hands found her tits and played with them, and Coach Q fucked her for all she was worth, beads of his sweat dripping off of him onto her. In the heat of the intense fucking, Coach Q managed to get another couple of inches inside Charlotte, as she continued to cum on his cock; she was almost in a continuous orgasmic state.

I watched along, jacking myself off as he hammered forward before pulling out, an action that was followed by desperate moans of disappointment from Charlotte that were quickly put to rest as he pulled her off the desk, leaving her on her knees beneath him, her head against the side of his desk. His dick was on full display for her, and she was quick to open her mouth and let him continue his full force fucking, this time in her throat.

In no time, one of her hands was fingering her pussy, and the other was squeezing one of her boobs as Coach Q held her head in place against the desk and jackhammered his cock in and out of her throat. Her eyes were blank, and tears streaked down her face as she succumbed to his brutal assault on her throat.

"Fuck yeah, Bitch," he said, "Taste yo pussy on my dick. Take that nigga dick like you were made to do. Fuck Yeah!" His dick was gliding in and out of her throat as her mouth stretched open to accommodate his size. I occasionally looked down to see her fingers working their magic, her juices dripping onto the floor, adding to the new puddle she had created.

Coach Q continued plowing into her throat for a while until he pulled out again, causing Charlotte to gag and cough. He gripped her hair and pulled her up to her feet on shaky legs. He leaned down and kissed her passionately before turning her around and bending her over his desk. He quickly got onto his knees himself and dove in, feasting on her dripping cunt, and making her squeal as a result.

I could see him truly munching on her snatch as he smacked her ass and spread her cheeks. He would pull away, leaving only the tip of his tongue in contact with her before lightly trailing it up to her asshole and digging in there. She certainly seemed to enjoy it, "FUCK!" she screamed as her hands gripped the edges of his desk, and she bit her lips as he ate her ass. She always seemed turned off by the idea of butt stuff whenever I brought it up, but based on this, it seemed like it was just me she had the problem with. Coach Q was going to town, and she was loving it.

He was practically fucking her asshole with his tongue, eliciting continuous squeals and moans of pleasure from Charlotte. Then, he would pull back and kiss his way down to her pussy and start sucking on her opening, drinking her juices straight from the source and flicking his tongue in between her folds. Occasionally, he would give another long, slow lick from her clit up to her asshole.

"So Good, Daddy," Charlotte whimpered, "You make me feel so good. Please... I need you inside me again, Daddy. Please... Fuck me. Please, Daddy." Charlotte was wiggling her ass against his face as she begged him to fuck her again, and Coach Q was happy to oblige, pulling his soaked face away from her holes and standing up behind her, lifting his heavy dick and dropping it onto her ass before rubbing it between her cheeks.

"Mmmmm," Coach Q moaned as he fucked his dick through her ass cheeks, "I love it when my sluts beg for it. You ready to take this dick again, Baby Girl?" He planted another firm smack on her ass along with his question.

"Fuck yeah, Daddy," Charlotte replied, practically whining in need. "Give it to me. Please. Fill me up. I need to feel your big black cock stretching my tight white cunt again. Please, Daddy. I need it so bad."

Coach Q slapped her ass again before replying, "That's what I like to hear. You're desperate for this nigga dick, huh?"

"Yes, Daddy. Please, Daddy. Fuck your pussy. Please."

"That's right, Slut. This is my pussy," he said, slapping her ass again, "And my pussy will only ever get fucked by me. Understood?"

"Yes, Daddy. My pussy is your pussy; only yours. I'll never let anyone inside me again."

"Not even your boyfriend?" He asked this question with a knowing smile. She had chosen him and his cock over me a while ago, but he just wanted to hear her say it again. I should have been pissed, but as with everything so far that day, I was more turned on than angry.

"NO!" She exclaimed, a bit too eagerly for my liking. "I can never go back to his tiny little white dick. I need your big black cock inside me, stretching me out, making me feel so fucking good. Only your cock, Daddy. Please. Give me your cock. Fill me with that big black cock." She sounded like she was on the verge of tears, in agony being empty from him. She truly did need his dick to fill her, to make her feel whole.

He slapped her ass again, this time following it up by sliding his dick back and angling it at her steaming, wet pussy. "You really know how to get a nigga going, Baby Girl," he said, "You wanted my dick, here it is." He then slammed his hips forward, shoving half of his cock inside her, stretching her pussy lips far wider than I ever could, and making her scream and shake in a desperate, wet orgasm, her body bucking against the desk, his hands on her hips holding her in place.

"Fuck yes!" she exclaimed through her orgasm. "So fucking good. Thank you, Daddy. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you."

"My pleasure," he responded, pulling himself back before driving back home inside her. Soon, he was fucking her hard against the desk, slamming it into the wall with each thrust as she cried in ecstasy each time he hit her inner limit. I was amazed that there was still so much cock left outside of her that she just could not manage to take. It was so long and thick; it was incredible.

As I watched his hips become a blur as he pounded into her, my hand continued its nonstop masturbatory abuse of my own dick. I had long since passed the point where any cum would come out of me, as evidenced by the thin pool of opaque liquid between my legs. I really was pathetic getting off watching my coach destroy my girlfriend, who was absolutely loving it.

For the next several minutes, Coach Q put on a clinic on how to fuck a slut. His hips maintained their blurring pace as he showed off incredible stamina, having not cum a single time in their entire encounter. He was putting any other man to shame. Or was it just white men he was putting to shame? Were all Black men this great at fucking? Or was it just me who was a weak, pathetic, white man who couldn't satisfy a woman?

I would, one day, get the answer, but that would not be for a while. At that moment, my eyes and mind were focused on the primal display of sexual power by Coach Q as he power fucked Charlotte through countless orgasms, coating his dick, balls, thighs, and the floor in her juices that were constantly spraying out.

At one point, he moved his hands up to her hair, taking her pigtails in them and pulling her head back to grant him better leverage to really own her cunt. Charlotte couldn't form any coherent words anymore, her eyes and mind blanketed by sheer orgasmic bliss. She was experiencing new heights of pleasure with each thrust of his magnificent beast inside her tight little pussy.

Coach Q, for his part, had shifted from obscene speeches about owning Charlotte's slutty cunt to primal, masculine grunts of exertion as he pistoned as much of his thick black monster in and out of her pussy as fast and hard as he could until finally, he exhaled a powerful groan and his dick started pulsing inside of her.

"Take this nigga seed, you sexy, little white slut!" he yelled as he unloaded an insane amount of jizz deep into her womb. I certainly hoped she was on the pill or something because there was no way that that much cum wouldn't get her pregnant.

Charlotte simply came hard alongside him, returning to the moment to scream alongside him, "Yes! Fill me up, Daddy! Breed that tight white cunt!"

For what felt like forever, Coach Q filled Charlotte to the point that cum started leaking out onto the floor beneath them, streaking down her legs. Eventually, he withdrew his cock, causing an obscenely loud squelching sound to echo through the room as it started spurting out of her used and abused cunt.

Coach Q used his grip on her hair to pull her off the desk, turning her around and making her kneel before him so he could put his still cumming dick into her mouth. "Here you go, Baby Girl. Taste Daddy's seed. Drink it up."

Charlotte eagerly gulped his cum right from the source, swallowing it all until he was finally finished. Then, he snaked his softening shaft out of her mouth, and she dove in, licking it clean without any hesitation or any word from Coach Q. She eagerly licked every inch of his cock as it softened against her face. She then moved her attention to his nut sack, cleaning it off with as much fervor as she had cleaned his dick.

"Thank you, Daddy," she said, licking her lips after letting his balls free from her mouth. "That was... That was incredible. I have never felt so good or tasted anything like that. Thank you."

"You're welcome, Baby Girl," he said, giving her face a gentle slap as he smiled down at her. "Now, get dressed and wait for me outside. Call your parents and tell them whatever the fuck you want. You're coming home with me tonight."

She smiled, perhaps the biggest smile I had ever seen, "Yes, Daddy." She then stood up, kissing her way up his body before kissing his chest and neck and adding, "Thank you, Daddy." She then grabbed her clothes and ran out, leaving me naked on the floor with Coach Q, also still naked, walking toward me. It took everything I had not to just stare at his dick swinging pendulously back and forth. It was hypnotizing.

"Hey Quarterback!" he yelled, pulling my attention to his face, which I had to say looked handsome as fuck after the intense fucking he had just delivered. "I hope you learned your lesson. Your team comes first. Not some slutty girl's pussy. When I give you an order, you do it. You don't hide behind the bleachers trying to get some ass. Is that clear?"

"Yes... Yes, Sir," I stuttered, ashamed of myself in that moment.

"Good," he said, pulling on his pants, "Now get the fuck out of my office. I will see you bright and early Monday morning. Got that?"

"Yes, Sir," I replied, standing up to leave his office and get dressed.

"And one more thing, Wilson," he said, prompting me to turn around and watch as he held his hefty dick and heavy balls hanging outside the waistband of his pants. "The next time I catch you looking at my dick, you'd better be ready to get on your knees and suck it." He smiled, stroking his dick slightly.

"I... Uhhh..." I stuttered.

"I'm gonna get in those pretty lips one day, Wilson, but it'll be you who decides when."

"Umm..."

"Calm down. Get dressed, get the fuck out of here, and sleep on it. But I know a faggot when I see one, and the way you were staring at my dick, it's only a matter of time before you're just as much of a slut for it as your sexy little girlfriend is." He then stuffed his dick in his pants and pulled on his shirt before walking out of his office past me. I just stood there, stunned by what he had just said.

After he passed me, he turned around and gave my ass a nice, hard smack, which sent a throbbing jolt to my dick.

"I'll be waiting," he said as he finally left the room.

I looked down at my now hard dick, and I couldn't help but wonder what the fuck had just happened to me. Was he right? Was I gay? Did I want his dick?

Before I could ponder it any more, though, I decided to shower again, maybe clear my head. After my shower, I got dressed and drove home, trying to block out the last few hours of my life.

When I got home, my mom was in the living room reading, my younger siblings, Jamie, Lexi, and Bryan, were all in their rooms, and my dad and older brother, Trent, were working.

"Hey, Sweetie," Mom said, "How was practice?"

"It was... Different," I said.

"How so?" she asked, her eyes still looking at her book.

"We got a new coach," I replied, "And I think he's going to teach me a lot of new things." With that, I walked up to my room, exhausted from the day I had, and I lay down, drifting off to sleep with images of Coach Q and his gorgeous black cock owning Charlotte. What the fuck was wrong with me?

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To be continued in Conquered by My Coach: Year One - Chapter 2

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And stay tuned for Conquered by My Boyfriend's New Coach - a one-shot story which will detail what happened between Charlotte and Coach Q for the remainder of the weekend from Charlotte's POV.