Page 17 of De Vil

Coach's hand teases my flesh before she moves down my ass and along my holes. "Spread your legs and hold onto the mirrors of our cars."

Our cars are parked side by side so I grasp each of the mirrors to keep me up because honestly, I feel like I'm going to faint. That hand of hers is right over my pussy, and I move along her fingers. "Yes." Shit, it's the only word I know right now.

She's bent over me, nibbling on my ear. "How many fingers do you want inside you, little girl?"

Goddamn, those words turn me on even more, and I shiver. Her fingertips slip into me as I wiggle against her. "Three."

"That's my good little princess." I wasn't expecting her to be soft, and she doesn't disappoint. Three fingers enter me, roughly. Then they are gone and right back in. “What do we have here?”

Oh God, she found the egg. I blush but I’m too far gone to care. “I…”

She pulls it out of me and my body still vibrates as she pushes her fingers right back into me. I whimper for her and push my body back to feel her deeper.

"After you come on my fingers you'll turn around and suck them off. Are we clear?" Coach scissors her fingers inside of me and then pulls out, waiting for me to answer.

I groan in frustration as my pussy throbs with need. "Yes. Please put them back in."

It's a shock when four fingers take me. I don't mind at all. I'm so full and stretched. It burns a little, but it also makes me gush with excitement. "My little girl needs to be a slut, doesn't she?"

Denial runs through me but I know it's true. I'm always horny and needy. It's only gotten worse with Coach being around. AndMommy's Watching. Somehow I don't feel like I should bring that up to her.

"Yourslutty little princess." I moan for her. It's all I can do not to push back into her hands and take what I need. I'm pretty sure she would stop if I did.

"Very good, little one," Coach tells me, and it reminds me ofMommy's Watching. I've blurred the lines so much with how much I want both women. They seem to mix together, and I lose myself. Completely into the fantasy I've made with having a Mommy that loves me.

Her thumb enters me this time along with her fingers, and I scream out. The stretch is crazy and hurts but it hurts so fucking good. "Yes, Tia, let it happen. Take my hand, baby."

I can't breath as she pushes all the way in until my pussy has taken her up to her wrist. She grabs on to my chest and holds me to her. Her hand moves in me, not pulling out, but moving enough that I'm going to have an orgasm for her.

"Every time you move today, you are going to remember that I fucked you. Right outside where anyone could walk up and spy on us. Catch us in the act that could get me fired and you expelled from this college. Yet, you are so fucking horny it doesn't matter. All you want to do is cream all over my hand and scream my name."

Oh, damn. Coach definitely can talk dirty. I'm here for it. I'm invested in being a little slut for her. I move my hips back into her and she growls in my ear. "Come for me, my little whore."

Her filthy words are my undoing. I keep my eyes open, looking out into the parking lot, unashamed of what we are doing. I want her so damn bad, I'm willing to get caught. Hell, it makes the thrill even more fun. I tremble with need as she pulls back enough so that she's only in to her fingertips.

"Please," I beg her. I need one more hard thrust but she's not giving it to me.

"Please, what, princess?" She's tickling my outer lips, and I feel the ball of need building higher and higher.

"Please let me come for you, Mommy."

"That's my good girl." She pushes her entire hand back into me, up to her wrist, and keeps going. I scream with both pain and pleasure. I squirt inside of my shorts, soaking both myself and her arm.

"Dirty girl. Such a dirty, horny, needy girl." I tremble with each word. She doesn't stop fucking me. "Mommy enjoys when you lose control. If you keep it up, I may have to kidnap you and take you home with me."

Another wave of pleasure hits me, and I squirt again. This time I scream so loud, my voice cracks in the middle of my orgasm. I can't stop coming. Not when she speaks like that. Her chuckle tickles the hair around my neck, and I shiver. This woman utterly owns me with her words and the way she treats me. I should be ashamed, but all I want is more.

"Yes, please," I whisper. Yes to what though, I don't know. I'm not sure it matters at this point. Her possessive nature calls to me. I want more. I need more.

Coach removes her hand from me with a popping sound. I grab onto my car's window with both hands to keep myself from falling over. My keys are in my hand, and I don't even remember grabbing them. I laugh as the orgasm subsides.

She takes my keys from me and unlocks my door. As she does, I stand up, wobbling. "Come sit down, Tia."

My pussy aches from being stretched so expertly. I want to tell her I want her hand back in me, but I don't. No, I move around the door and sit sideways in the seat. "Open your mouth, sweet princess."

Oh, she's never called mesweetprincess before. I preen at the feeling of being a sweet princess for her. My mouth opens, and she gives me one finger. "Clean it."

I suck on her finger like it's a lollipop. When my taste hits me, I moan. It's all because of her that I taste so damn good. I have never come that many times back to back. "Now the next one."

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