Coach Tyler had retreated to his hotel room, letting the girls party, somewhat tired from his day and from his encounter with Olivia in the bathroom. He flopped onto the bed, not without letting out a sigh of relief. With a smile on his lips, after a day marked by a sporting victory and torrid sex, he dozed off in just a few minutes. The background noise of the party taking place downstairs, passing through the thin walls of the room, lulled him into the arms of Morpheus.
He awoke with a start to a gentle knock at his door. He wasn't sure how long he had slept, but a serene silence now filled the hotel. Oddly enough, he felt refreshed, having likely woken right at the end of a sleep cycle. He rose softly and made his way to the door to open it.
There, standing before him, was a vision of rare eroticism. Olivia, slightly tipsy, wore a disheveled outfit; her top had slipped, revealing a fine lace bra that kissed her smooth skin. Her eyes sparkled with lust. Without hesitation, she stepped forward, stood on her tiptoes, and tenderly kissed Tyler, her arms wrapping around his neck with infinite gentleness. This kiss, their first, was imbued with unexpected passion and softness. Tyler felt Olivia's arms tighten around him as her delicate fingers played softly with his hair. Despite the gentleness of the moment, he felt his desire surge, his body responding with increasing intensity.
Olivia pulled her lips away for a moment to whisper, "I have a surprise for you, Coach, but not tonight. Tonight, I'm only here for you to fuck me in every way," and then she resumed her kiss with even greater fervor.
These words were all Tyler needed to start undoing his belt. Olivia gently pushed him back so he could sit on the bed, then took a few steps back, setting music to play from her phone. Coach Tyler's jaw dropped in awe as Olivia began a dance of bewitching sensuality to "Ma meilleure ennemie" by Pomme and Stromae. She started a long, tantalizing strip-tease, her eyes shut, her languid movements perfectly in sync with the music, amplifying her erotic aura. Tyler, pants around his ankles, was now as hard as he'd ever been, slowly masturbating while taking in the sight. But then, he noticed the tears. Olivia was crying, adding layers of emotion and passion to the scene.
Tyler couldn't tell if it was desire driving him mad or if he was literally falling in love with Olivia. He stopped masturbating, struck by the grace of this vision, yet his desire for her remained unabated. He had seen stripteases before, but this one was in a league of its own. Olivia had shed all her clothes except for her bra, the garment accentuating her curves perfectly. She moved closer to him, and he, paralyzed by the aura Olivia was emanating, didn't dare to move. For the first time, he was utterly captivated. Reaching him, she maintained eye contact as she approached. He closed his eyes as she straddled him, feeling himself sink into the tightness of her sex. Olivia then leaned in, kissing him sensually, her lips melding with his in a dance of desire.
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Thirty minutes earlier
The girls had danced for a solid two hours after Coach Tyler left, with alcohol flowing freely without university supervision. The hotel's security guard came by, leering at them as he asked them to turn down the music and lower their voices because guests had complained. Fanny, arguably the most reasonable of the group, apologized sincerely, and after turning off the music, tried her best to calm her teammates' enthusiasm. She finally managed to gather them in a circle to chat, drink, and play, keeping the noise at a reasonable level.
"I love you guys," declared Jen, who was well into her drunkenness.
"We love you too, Jen," Olivia replied with a laugh.
"It's time for us to hit the hay," said Fanny, chuckling at Jen's state.
"Oh no, not yet, I need to get laid so badly," Olivia blurted out unabashedly, causing a burst of laughter from most of the girls present.
"What are you going to do? Hook up with the hotel security? With how he was eyeing us, I bet he wouldn't mind!" one of the girls chimed in.
"No way, he's way too ugly. I'm going to screw Coach Tyler instead," she said without thinking.
The girls burst into laughter again, except for Maci, who stared at her friend with an intense gaze, unnoticed in the cheerful chaos.
"You're such a slut," Jen said, laughing.
Catching Maci's gaze and realizing what she had just said, she sobered up a bit from the emotion, taking a sip of her beer to regain some composure. A few minutes later, the girls started to get up. Olivia, who shared the room right next to Maci's, also got up to go to bed. Maci led the way to their door, the hallway empty, and she, right behind, wrapped her arms around Maci's waist for a hug. Her hands wandered slightly, reaching the edge of her breasts. "I love you, you're my best friend," she said simply, still under the influence of alcohol.
"Stop," Maci responded, her voice slightly cold.
Shaken by the tone, she loosened her grip.
"I've already told you I'm not a lesbian and..." Maci paused before continuing, "... and your joke about Coach Tyler didn't make me laugh, considering you know about me."
She completely removed her arms, "I'm sorry, Maci."
"Yeah, I know, you're always sorry," Maci replied. "If you're okay, I'd prefer if you slept in Jen's room tonight, she's alone in her room, and given her state, it's better if someone's with her. And I need to be alone tonight," she continued.
"Okay," Olivia responded simply, thrown off by her friend's reaction.
"Thanks," Maci said simply before entering her room and gently closing the door behind her.
Olivia now found herself alone in the empty hallway, the alcohol helping her emotions to overwhelm her. But instead of heading to Jen's room, she made her way toward Coach Tyler's room.
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"Fuck, I can't get enough of your body," Tyler breathed out.
Olivia was now on all fours on the bed, her head buried in a pillow trying to muffle her screams. Tyler was behind her, on his knees, fucking her without restraint, the sound of his pelvis slamming into Olivia's magnificent, bubbly ass with power and regularity.
She seemed even more passionate and lustful than usual.
"I don't know what's gotten into you, but I love it," he said before grabbing both her wrists and pulling them towards him while increasing his pace. Losing her already precarious balance, Olivia's face sank further into the pillow.
"Come on, cum, you slut, that's why you're here after all," he said before letting go of her right wrist to vigorously grab her hair and yank her head back. He wanted to hear the sound of her voice as she screamed. Seeing a girl as beautiful as Olivia, while he was old enough to be her father, completely at his mercy, drove him wild.
With her mouth now free, Olivia gasped between sighs, "I want you to love me, Coach, and I'll do my best to satisfy you," before resuming her moans.
"Love her?" Tyler thought, not understanding what she meant by that. But this question was soon overshadowed by the sensation of Olivia's already tight sex tightening further around his cock with the force of a powerful orgasm. He pressed her face back into the pillow to muffle her ecstatic scream. He didn't want to be caught foolishly fucking one of his students. He had to muster all his strength to keep from climaxing with her. It was far too good for him to stop enjoying her. When Olivia's muffled screams subsided, he released the pressure on her head, allowing her to catch her breath. On his part, Tyler began to make slow, gentle thrusts into Olivia this time.
"You mentioned a surprise, tell me what it is," said Tyler, trying to stave off his impending orgasm.
Olivia turned her head towards him, her cheeks still flushed, her mischievous smile returning. "Are you sure you want the surprise now? If I give it to you now, you won't be able to enjoy it to the fullest; it will only tease you with what could be the night of your life without actually living it right away. I don't want to frustrate you."
"The night of my life? Just like that?" the coach responded with a mocking smile and renewed excitement. He knew Olivia was exactly the kind of girl to deliver on such promises. "Don't worry about me, I'll manage my frustration. What's this surprise?"
"You have to let me go for that," she said with a smile still on her face.
Coach Tyler pulled out, allowing Olivia to stand up, albeit shakily. She fetched her phone from where she had left it, still playing its haunting music. Tyler stood up, completely naked in front of Olivia, his arousal proudly pointed in her direction.
Still clad only in her lace bra, she moved with grace and fluidity. She returned with a smile on her lips and handed him the phone, open to a video player.
"Enjoy this, Coach, and be sure to turn up the volume," she said, giving him the earbuds. She then got on her knees in perfect submission, taking the coach's arousal, still covered with her own fluids, into her mouth with relish. Tyler first savored the sensation of those wet lips sliding over his member for a few moments, but, although highly intrigued, he had to focus intensely to get the earbuds in and start the video. His eyes widened at the sight of the university locker room, or more precisely, the showers. Olivia and Maci were there, naked, pressed against each other, and it was clear Olivia was touching Maci intimately. To his surprise, he felt his arousal grow even harder in Olivia's mouth.
He was mesmerized by the scene on the screen. While still watching the video, he gripped one of his hands in Olivia's hair and started setting the pace. Now, it wasn't Olivia sucking him off; it was Tyler using her mouth to masturbate, giving thrusts without taking his eyes off the incredible video.
Olivia felt the coach's member throbbing in her mouth and knew his orgasm was close; she redoubled her efforts to take him a little deeper. When he heard Maci moan under Olivia's caresses while saying his name, he couldn't hold back from coming into the warm, eager mouth of his student kneeling before him. He emptied himself completely while observing Maci's beautiful body, which he saw naked for the first time, trembling with the spasms of pleasure from a powerful orgasm.
The video ended, and he took off the earbuds to focus all his attention back on Olivia as she conscientiously cleaned his member, which remained hard despite his orgasm. She gently freed his member to speak to him, "Would you like to fuck her?"
"Who? Maci? After the video you just showed me, obviously!" Tyler said, laughing while catching his breath.
"I'll see what I can do," said Olivia.
"What...?" the coach replied, before feeling his member sliding back deep into Olivia's mouth.
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