("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text ------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2014. Please do not remove the author information nor make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------- 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 * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 80