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A Coaching Technique - 2
by Nessus (nessus29@hotmail.com)
***
A hot shot playboy tennis pro is just hanging on. His
career is just about over before it starts due to his
playboy attitude. That's when a new coach steps in to
correct his deficits with a promise to make him a
champion. All he as to do is follow her instructions, to
the letter. (Mdom/F, tease, control, mast, voy)
***
PART TWO
A week after my first win, we were on the road on the
build up to the major competitions. We stayed in hotels
and our days revolved around fitness training, court
practice and sleep. All the while, I tried valiantly to
ignore the pretty woman at the courts and rejected their
approaches. I could not do anything else.
The next tournament was a step up in class and I almost
got to the finals but was bundled out by a new player
from Russia. Ingrid was furious.
"You have lost your edge," she snapped.
"I had a bad day," I began but she wouldn't let me
finish.
"Bad day? Abysmal day, more like it! Pathetic! You have
lost your concentration and your focus. I knew I
shouldn't have let you jerk off!" she hissed and I
looked around to see if anyone could hear. Only
Kimberley stood near enough to hear a broad smile on her
face.
"I'll do better next week," I said.
"I know you will," she snapped, a cold smile on her
face. "Kimberley," she said more calmly. "Get his edge
back, please," she ordered, turned on her heel and
walked away. Edge? What did she mean by that, I
wondered? I was soon to find out.
Kimberley knocked on the bungalow door that night, a big
smile on her beautiful face and dressed to kill in a
black dress and hose. My cock squirmed in that
unforgiving Perspex tube and I yearned to be able to
live the life I once led.
"I have a date," she said, nonchalantly walking past me
into the bungalow, her musky perfume sweeping over me
and she did a small pirouette in the centre of the room.
"What do you think?"
I gulped. "Beautiful," I said hoarsely, my pulse racing
and my cock fruitlessly attempting to grow.
"Are you sure?" she said. "This is a big date."
"You look wonderful!"
"You're a man," she said. "Do you think he'll like
these?' Slyly, she raised her dress and I stared at the
black lace suspenders holding the black stockings in
place. "Think he'll get a pleasant surprise when he
slips his hand up my dress?" she smiled teasingly.
My heart pounded and my cock ached as I licked my
suddenly dry lips. "Yes," I croaked, not knowing what to
say.
"What about these?" she asked casually, raising her hem
higher to display her tiny panties in wispy black gauze.
"Too slutty? I've noticed that most men love girl's
panties. Do you like these?"
I swallowed and stared at that wispy piece of lace that
coyly hid her pussy from my gaze. "Yes," I murmured.
"They're very sexy," I added, grimacing a little as my
cock flexed against the Perspex.
Kimberly noticed my wince, smiled in triumph and dropped
her hem. I felt a sense of loss as her panties and
stocking tops disappeared from my hungry view. "I'm
sorry, Emillio," she said without a hint of remorse. "I
forgot about that thing. Did it hurt much?" she drawled
innocently but I thought I saw a malicious glint in her
eye.
"You know it did," I muttered.
"Sorry," she said airily and casually walked out the
door. "See you tomorrow."
I spent that night in a sea of frustration, tossing and
turning as the image of a man's hand sliding up
Kimberley's nylon clad legs waved behind my eyes. She
was right, she liked to tease.
We trained long and hard the next morning with Kimberley
driving me mad in her tight white shorts and a white
halter-top. My gaze was constantly drawn to the white
material where it stretched tightly over her smooth
crotch and to her breasts where the outline of her
nipples followed my every move. All the while, my cock
pounded.
I relaxed after lunch and returned to the court where,
to my surprise, Ingrid was waiting with Kimberley. Both
women were dressed in white tennis dresses and I sneaked
a glance at their tanned legs. Ingrid told me I was
playing both of them and, for the next two hours, they
ran me over the court but I managed to not only hold my
own but to beat them.
We sat under a tree sipping drinks. "You're going well,"
Ingrid said. "You play in L.A. on Thursday. Win there
and we move into full campaign."
"Does he get another reward?" Kimberley asked
innocently, a faint smile on her face and I flushed.
"We will see," Ingrid said and walked away. Kimberley
stretched out and I glanced at those long legs.
"So," she said finally. "You were the great Latin lover
before Ingrid controlled you?"
"I had my success," I said modestly, my cock squirming
in the Perspex as I stared at her legs.
"I like a man to take it slow. Lots of caressing. Lots
of kissing. You do that, Emillio?"
"But of course."
"I like it when my man finally slides his mouth down to
my panties. I bet you're good at that, right?" I flushed
and she looked at me until understanding appeared in her
eyes. She laughed unbelievably. "You don't go down? You
don't do it!"
"No," I protested. "It is unmanly."
"But I bet you expect to get your cock sucked, though,"
she said bitterly.
"Men!"
"I have had no complaints."
Kimberley stood before me and raised her tennis dress,
revealing small transparent bikini panties instead of
sports pants. "Are you sure you wouldn't like to give me
a little kiss?" she teased and I stared at that tempting
triangle of lace as my cock pulsed. For a long moment we
held that frozen tableau until she dropped her hem in
disgust. "Men!" she said once more in disgust as she
walked away.
***
Frustration marked my every minute of every day until I
walked out on the court for my first match. I was
unbeatable and ruthlessly destroyed my opponent. I
avoided Kimberly after the matches, listened coldly to
Ingrid's instructions and marched back onto the courts
to eliminate my opponents one by one.
I played coldly with no show of emotion and was
completely focused on my opponents. It felt like we were
completely alone instead of on centre court, surrounded
by fans that loudly cheered the completion of each
point.
After a week, I held the trophy over my head to the
cheers of the crowd. Some fans enthusiastically raised a
banner, which proclaimed `Sanchez is back!' At the press
conference I was distant but polite and left Ingrid to
answer questions about my next competition. The
sportswriter's were all ready comparing my court
demeanour to Bjorn Borg and some said I was the `Latin
Borg'. If only they knew.
I met Ingrid in the lobby of the hotel after I had
showered and slept. She motioned the waiter over and
ordered drinks for us. "A good win," she said. "We now
move onto the circuit and we aim for the Australian Open
in January. You train until Christmas and we fly down
for the warm up matches in Sydney. Then, Emillio, onto
Melbourne for the Open."
"Si, I'm ready," I said simply.
Ingrid drained her juice, stood and I surreptitiously
glanced at her long legs. She was smiling when she
looked down at me. "We fly back to Vegas tomorrow,
Emillio. Sleep well."
I didn't sleep well at all as I was constantly
frustrated and images of Kimberly and Ingrid flooded my
poor mind. I flew back to Vegas on my own as,
apparently, Kimberley and Ingrid Had changed plans to
catch a later plane.
Stretching out on my bed in the bungalow, I was going
over the game in my head when the phone rang. "Hello?"
"This is Nurse Wilkins. Could you come to my office,
please. Now." She rang off and I stared at the dead
phone, wondering about her abruptness.
She was waiting for me in her nurses' uniform when I
arrived, all white and formal. "Ms. Svenson has
instructed that I medically examine you prior to your
next campaign. Disrobe please."
Sheepishly, I stripped and stood before her naked with
my cock bound in the Perspex tube. Wilkins indicated I
should move to a tiled area with a metal rod fixed to
the walls at waist height. The examination proceeded
and, after a while, she told me to rest my hands against
the metal rod behind my back. As I did, she clicked two
wristbands on and I was secured with my hands behind my
back.
"Ms Svenson has asked that I secure you when I remove
the tube." My pulse quickened as she unlocked the tube,
removed it and my cock started to stir as Nurse Wilkins
watched it with wry amusement. She sat at her desk and
started to write in a file as I stared at her legs in
white stockings. "Any discomfort with the tube?" she
asked without looking up. "Chafing? Rubbing?"
"No," I mumbled, blushing and my cock stirred as she
uncrossed her legs. My mouth was dry as I stared at the
gap between her legs, desperate to see anything as my
cock leapt into full erection.
Wilkins looked up and smiled at my cock as she snapped
latex gloves on. Her perfume swept over me as she stood
close to me, her hand slowly gripping my cock. "You wish
to have orgasm?"
"Si," I croaked. "Please."
Nurse Wilkins gave my cock a little jerk and walked
away, leaving me panting with my cock pounding. She sat
once again and opened her legs, revealing white stocking
tops and white panties. "I'm told you do not perform
cunnilingus. Is that correct?"
"Pardon?" I mumbled. "I do not know...."
"You do not kiss pussy!" she snapped, widening her legs
and I stared at her panty covered crotch, yearning for
it. Wilkins saw where I was staring and smiled. "I think
you would kiss my pussy now, if I asked. Yes?" I nodded
frantically and she wrote something in the file. "Good."
Once again, she stood close, her latex covered finger
lazily tracing the veins underneath my cock. "You would
like to come?"
"Please," I croaked and her latex covered hand enclosed
my cock.
"Hump my hand," she said, staring deep into my eyes.
Blushing, I started to fuck her hand, my pelvis pushing
my cock in and out of her fist while she watched me. My
eyes closed as my cum started to build and, suddenly,
she removed her hand, leaving me vainly thrusting. "You
were close?" I nodded, breathing heavily. "Do you always
arrive at the point of ejaculation so quickly?"
"No," I protested. "It's just been so long."
"I see. We'll have to test that." Her hand encircled my
cock once again. "You may begin," she said and,
shamefully, I started humping again while she watched me
in amusement. Suddenly, I was on the edge and pushed
frantically as I erupted into sweet orgasm, spilling my
cum onto the tiled floor.
Wilkins removed her hand, returned to her desk and
started writing once again while I stood with my head
down, regaining my breath. After a few moments, she
moved a chair next to me and picked up a magazine. "Let
me know when you're ready," she said as she sat, idly
flicking through a magazine.
The room was silent for the next twenty minutes as I
stood next to Nurse Wilkins, staring at the white nylon
of her legs, as she read the magazine. Soon, my cock
started to stir once again and was soon jutting from my
body. She looked up and nodded. "Ready again, I see."
Her latex covered hand enclosed my cock once more but,
this time she remained on the chair. "You may begin,"
she said and I stared to hump as she read the magazine.
I felt humiliated as I humped her hand while she
virtually ignored me and read an article on hair colour
but I could not stop. Finally, I came, spurting once
again onto the tiled floor. "Yes," she said in a matter
of fact voice. "That did take longer." Wilkins returned
to the desk, wrote some notes and then picked up the
chastity tube. "Time to clean your genitals, put this
back on and then you can clean the floor."
Shamefully, I did that and as I slunk from the medical
examination room she smiled and said, "Good luck in
Australia." I realised that was my last orgasm for at
least six weeks.
***
I trained, played and analysed all my possible opponents
for the next few weeks until just before Christmas.
Ingrid flew to Sweden to visit with her family and
Kimberley travelled to Atlanta to spend Christmas with
her family but I stayed in Vegas. I couldn't face my
family and, under pressure, may reveal the truth behind
the coaching technique.
At last, we were on the plane to Sydney where I played
some warm up tournaments and did well, although Steve
kicked my ass in the final. Kimberley was constantly
teasing me, working me into a fever pitch of arousal
with no relief in sight. After the Sydney games, the
caravan of the top players in the world moved down to
Melbourne.
Melbourne, a city of about three million sits on the
banks of the Yarra River and is one of the most European
cities of Australia with large populations of second and
third generation Greeks and Italians. Cafes are
everywhere with delicious European styles of coffee -
very simple but strong.
The Melbourne Centre with the great Rod Laver Arena is
near the centre of town and you can ride the trains or
the quaint trolley cars to it easily. The Tennis Centre
is next to the huge Cricket Ground where Australia was
proving why they're number one in that weird sport. I
don't get it but a 100,000 screaming Melbournians
certainly do.
I attempted to ignore my frustration as I worked my way
through the early rounds. The press conferences were a
chore as women of all shapes and sizes flirted with me
at the end but I couldn't do anything but smile politely
and move away.
We were staying in the Hyatt in the city and I kept
pretty much to myself. Once night, I opened the door to
Kimberley and tried to control my aching cock as I gaped
at her gorgeous body in a tight black dress.
She leaned against the door and smiled at me. "You
played well. Ingrid is pleased."
My eyes were glued to her as my tortured cock pulsed in
vain in the cock cage. "What do you want?" I croaked.
Ingrid's given me the key. I think you should be nice to
me." I was frozen as I watched her hand lift her dress
slightly, revealing small white lace panties. "I know
you don't like kissing pussy," she pouted, "but you
should be able to kiss my panties?"
Trancelike, I slipped to my knees and without any
hesitation tenderly kissed the front of her panties. Her
intimate perfume swept over me and I felt her hand
tousle my hair. "Good boy," she murmured and I looked up
at her.
"Please," I begged.
"Does it hurt?" she whispered and I mutely nodded.
"After the final, baby. And after you lick me." She
dropped her dress, smiled down at me and left me in a
sea of frustration.
Driven by the endless frustration, I ruthlessly drove
through the heats as did Steve and, intuitively, I knew
we were destined to meet in the final. That wouldn't be
easy in front of Steve's home crowd as I found in the
warm-ups in Sydney.
I was cold and dispassionate as I eliminated my
opponents but I was always gracious in victory and found
the sport loving Melbourne crowd swinging to my side.
Ingrid showed me print-outs of the headlines in the
Mexican media and I was proud.
The night before the final, Kimberley once again visited
my room and I tried to ignore her but, driven by my
frustration, could not.
"It's been a while since you've even seen pussy,' she
whispered as I, once again, knelt in front of her to
kiss her panties. The panties were black silk and clung
to her mound. Hypnotised, I watched her red fingernails
peel back the crotch of her panties and, enraptured, I
stared at her pussy, my cock pounding in its cage.
"Tomorrow," she whispered. "Win and this is yours
tomorrow."
I played like a man possessed and, maybe I was.
Possessed by the thought of Kimberley's pussy. It took
five sets with tie breaks at two of the sets but I
finally won my first open. Steve shook my hand and
smiled. "Told she was a great coach. Should have kept my
mouth shut."
I had tears in my eyes when I accepted the trophy and I
thanked Ingrid for her efforts in getting me to my first
Grand Slam win. The crowd cheered and I smiled to
myself. If only they knew.
We celebrated for a while and I returned to the hotel
with Ingrid and Kimberley. "Excellent work, Emillio,"
Ingrid said as she shook my hand. "My job is done and
it's time for me to retire from the business. I'll leave
you to Kimberley," she added, eyes twinkling.
I almost dragged Kimberley to my room and she smiled as
she saw the crazed look in my eyes. "Take your clothes
off, baby," she cooed and I stripped in record time.
Sitting on the bed, my cock pounding in the tube, I
watched her languidly take her clothes off and I gasped
when she was naked. Lying back on the bed, she smiled at
me through half-lidded eyes. "Time to lick, baby." All
prejudices left me as I dived to my task, licking,
kissing and tonguing Kimberley's wonderful pussy. It
took a while but I managed to clumsily help her to
orgasm.
Wordlessly, she crawled to her bag, removed the key and
removed the tube. She squatted in front of me, smiling
up as my cock sprang into hardness. I groaned as her
hand encircled my cock and her pink tongue slowly slid
up the sensitive part of my cock. It was too much and I
grunted and started cumming as Kimberley jerked my cock
with her hands.
"It's been a while," she smiled. "I understand and we
have all night."
And we made love all night. Sometime in the night, I
asked her to be with me for the rest of the tour and,
snuggling up to me, she agreed.
I awoke the next morning to an empty bed and the noise
of a shower in the bathroom. Shocked, I noticed my cock
was locked up in the tube once again. Kimberley emerged
from the bathroom wrapped in a huge white fluffy towel.
"What's this?" I asked, gesturing at the cock tube.
Kimberley smiled. "Well baby," she drawled. "You pussy
licking skills need some work. Thought I might use an
interesting coaching technique."
And we both laughed.
END
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