#porn story

Lana and her coach had a special relationship. It started off simply with subtle flirting, but had slowly transformed into an intense sexual endeavor. After every practice she met with him, always eager to know how he’d shake things up this time. Ball gags, blindfolds, handcuffs, rope, whips, sex toys… it seemed to her that he owned a limitless supply of erotic objects. No matter how she prepared herself, the ways her coach violated her were always shocking; there wasn’t a single time when she didn’t walk away humiliated and immensely satisfied.

For a while now her coach had been hinting at the reward she would receive if she managed to place first. Her imagination ran wild to the ways he would use and degrade her. After weeks of edging to such thoughts, she was certain that her expectations had reached too high. Then again, Lana thought, he’s never disappointed me before.

It all took so much more effort than she expected. The competion was just so fierce this year, but every time she doubted herself she thought back to his words. She was sure that this “reward” was going to be the greatest experience of her entire life, so she persevered, for her master. She couldn’t disappoint coach…

She found herself sitting in the locker room, waiting. Coach had congratulated her for her victory, kissed her forehead and told her he was going to get her reward. Her heartbeat was faster than during the finals, the tension building inside her as she eagerly waited. She almost fell apart, seconds away from furiously rubbing her clit, but she held off. She didn’t have permission, and couldn’t afford to upset master after all the work she put in. When she heard the door open, her heart skipped a beat and a smile spread across her face. He was finally back.

The smile vanished when the others followed behind him. She went pale, her eyes filling with tears of raw fear. She should of saw this coming, how could she have been so naive? So many times during their sessions he had brought this situation up. She knew now that it wasn’t just humiliating dirty talk to get her cunt soaked.

She was petrified as they moved closer. Breathing was difficult, short whimpered gasps in and out. She didn’t want this. No, she didn’t want this. She instinctively bolted for the door, but to no avail. The men grabbed her and exposed her tits to the cold air, as her master ripped her panties apart. Soon she found him on top of her naked body, whispering into her ear.

“Struggle all you want Lana, these men will just enjoy it more. There is no escape from this, so you might as well enjoy yourself. Your parents think you’re on the class trip, and your friends think you lost your phone. There is NOTHING you can do, you have no hope you fucking whore.”

A slap. The hardest slap to the face coach had ever given her. It’s purpose was to sink in what he just said, and it worked wonders. Tears started leaking out through her closed eyes, as she softly sobbed and went limp.

Her master said a few words she was too desensitized to hear, and the men’s hands left her body. Suddenly he was being much more gentle, kissing down her body slowly and stopping at her clit. His tongue started to circle around it while he brushed his fingers across her thighs. Soon he was swirling inside her, putting his mastery to the task of wettening her. The men around her stroked themselves, eagerly anticipating the go ahead that her coach had set. A few minutes in, a soft, quiet moan escaped Lana’s lips. The men looked over to coach for approval; it was the signal, accidentally sent by Lana herself.

Coach’s tongue left her cunt as her body was covered in rough hands. They tossed her around with ease, adding a few slaps here and there. Soon she was on top of her master, with the other men surrounding her. In one quick thrust, his entire cock buried itself inside her cunt. She gasped in shock, and one of the men took this as an invitation to fill her throat. It went fully in with ease, as all of her time with coach had left her three holes as perfectly trained cocksleeves. There was absolutely no mercy, as the man grabbed her skull with both hands and violently pounded away. With every thrust he slammed into her nose, causing even more pain than the stretching of her throat brought. Both men were pumping away as fast and hard as they could, as the others groped her tits, left red handmarks across her body, and called her every degrading name they could think of: cocksleeve, dirty cumrag, worthless fucktoy, a filthy set of holes.

Just as her screams began to subside, she felt another cock pushing into her ass. Despite extensive training and plenty of lube, she utterly despised anal. She only complied for coach because she wanted to please her master, she new her pain brought him happiness. However, when she was already undergoing a sensory overload, it was unbearable. Through the cock that was still pounding a bruise down her throat, out came a primal scream of pain and helplessness. Her arms flailed around as she used every muscle in her body trying to escape.

The man pulled his cock out of her throat to crack his palm across her face. It was with such force; she was in so much shocking pain that she couldn’t manage to breathe. The man bent down, spat in her face, held her by the throat, and gave her the most menacing glare she had ever seen. Not a single word was said, but Lana was more afraid of this man than she had ever feared anyone in her life. When he stood back up and put his cock to her lips, she reluctantly swallowed it, tears streaming down her face.

For what seemed like an eternity to her, it stayed like this. Lana sat there with her back arched, taking an absolutely brutal pounding in all three of her fuckholes. However, the other two men had grown weary of simply groping and humiliating her. They each grabbed an arm, and brought her hand to their cock. They began by moving her hands for her, jacking off but with a different hand inbetween. After a few minutes they let go and let her stoke them herself, kicking her if she ever stopped or became too slow.

The men were satisfied with the situation for a while. She remained pinned there, taking more than she could possibly bare. Her coarse screams seemed neverending, but truthfully the men loved them, especially the one skullfucking her. He was the first to release, thrusting deep and sending long, hot ropes of cum down her throat. He didn’t pull out until he’d gone soft, after which he slapped her face with his cock repeatedly. Next was the man screwing her ass. Coach had never ended up cumming in her asshole, so the feeling of her bowels being filled with jizz was surprising, to say the least. Soon later he too withdrew, just as Lana’s right hand man pushed away her throbbing arm and covered her face in his seed. The man on the left decided the best place to relieve himself was on her tongue, putting his tip to her bottom lip and filling her mouth with his warm seminal fluid.

During all this her coach had never stopped the violent abuse of her cunt. He was being brutal, fucking hard, fast and deep. With the other men out of the way, he wrapped his arms around her, pulled her to his chest and fucked her like a jackhammer. Lana had never experienced such a savage pounding, one that took her breath away and shut off her mind. She soon found out the reason for the ferocity as he exploded inside of her, gushing his sperm into her womb as he groaned and shook in pure ecstasy.

Afterwords, he removed himself from her aching cunt, and joined his friends in observing the broken slut. They had all held in their bladders prior, to improve their own pleasure, but also for this moment. The five of them walked over to her, and formed a line. Three of them emptied a couple liters of piss all over the destroyed fucktoy, while the other two filled up her ass and pissed down her throat.

Coach dragged the pissrag to the showers to clean it up. “We aren’t even close to finished, but how are you liking your reward so far?”

“I fucking love it, Master.”