Coach Greg Goes to Poundtown (WWE NXT Roxanne Perez)

[Thehouseofweird]

The following is a work of fiction, none of the events have ever occurred

Coach Greg Goes to Poundtown
By The House of Weird
Starring Roxanne Perez

This story was originally a Commissioned work in which the client gave me permission to post.

“Okay let’s huddle up people!” He clapped his hands together while standing in the middle of the ring.

“Still only me coach.” She walked over and jumped into the ring.

“I can still dream Carla.” He joked.

Coach Greg and Carla were alone in the building, the man barely making enough to cover the lights, but still stood there with his one and only student of his wrestling school right beside him.

“Picked out a stage name yet?” Greg asked her.

“I was thinking something like Roxanne Perez.” Carla looked up at him, the just barely 5-foot-tall girl feeling small whenever next to him.

“Not bad,” Coach Greg looked her over, still in her training uniform. “It’ll work for your try out.”

“I have try outs?” She asked him. “But I thought you said I need an extra couple months of training?”

“You do, and you’ve improved so much since you first joined.” He applauded her, for all it was worth she was doing really well at her training. “But I had a talk with one of my old buddies over at WWE, and with a little convincing, I got you in for an audition.”

“You’re serious?” She looked at him, that glimmer of hope in her eye making her happy that her hard work was paying off.

“Dead serious,” He smirked. “You do well, and you’re in.”

“Hell yes!” Carla jumped around, her shoes hitting the mat with an echo ringing through the room, jumping into his arms for a hug. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” she let go. “You have no idea how great this is, oh wait until my fiance finds out!”

He hid his annoyance of that word, Fiance. Not surprised that she was to be married, but after the last few months of working with her, teaching her, and throwing her around the ring in skimpy clothing, Coach Greg was a bit….infatuated even a bit jealous that she was up for a potential spot in the ring while he dusted off old trophies from his former glory days. And he just wanted a little something for himself.

“I did mention to him one caveat.” Coach Greg caught her attention.

“Sure, coach.” She stopped jumping around.

“You still need to graduate from my school.”

“Easy enough.” Carla placed her hands on her hips.

“So I’ll have you perform one more test before we can have you pass and go to your try out.” Coach Greg told her.

“One test and I can graduate? Let’s do it.” Carla squared up, ready to wrestle once more for her trials.

“It’s an endurance test.” He informed her.

“Ok.” She just nodded along.

“On my cock.”

“...wait what?” Carla stopped what she was doing and looked at him. “Are you serious?”

“Dead Serious.” He repeated himself from a minute ago. “A round of sex between us to test your endurance, and you get to graduate.”

“What kind of test is that?!?” Carla was no longer finding this funny. “You want me to sleep with you for a try out?”

“No not at all.” Coach told her. “I want you to fuck me to graduate. The try out is only for when you do graduate.”

“Unbelievable.” She looked at him, turning her back to him and wandering the ring, while Coach Greg stared at her ass. “I have a fiance, and I’ve worked my butt off for even a chance to be considered. Give me one reason why I should even consider taking up your offer. Why don’t I just go and report this?”

“I mean.” Greg shrugged. “I can think of one big reason.”

Carla was unsure what he meant, but watched him drop his pants, she wanted to be disgusted, and yell at him for just stripping for her as if it would change her mind. Until his cock came into view, and she noticed how hard it was.

“HOLY FUCK!!” She stepped back, Coach’s cock springing up to reveal itself to be 10 inches long, standing at attention in her direction, the tip eying her up, while Coach was a bit sheepish, not shy of his length, but second guessing in the back of his head if this was the best idea or not.

“Of course.” He dug in on his offer, kicking his pants away. “If you don’t want to graduate early I’m sure they can consider you at a future date, you know if you get lucky with the audition process.”

She mauled it over, on one hand, she didn’t want to say she slept her way into the WWE, on the other hand, this was just to get her to the try out to begin with. She also wanted to remain faithful to her soon to be husband, but then again…..that was a massive cock. Her Fiance nowhere near as big as her coach was. But she didn’t want to just be some cheap whore, granted she wasn’t being paid for it. And besides. It was still a pretty big cock.

“Look…” She wanted to say no, she knew she had to….but God that cock. Coach Greg stood there, his cock still hard, waiting. “Christ okay!” She felt so flustered saying that. “But no kissing and you never ask to fuck me again.”

“Would have it no other way.” Coach Greg smiled, stepping forward towards her.

Carla took a step back on her own, her Coach towering over her and his dick poking right at her. She reached out, her fingers making contact with his penis, gently stroking the warm, hard member just to get a grasp at how big it truly was. Eyes going wide knowing what would come after agreeing to this.

“We need to get you properly dressed for your test.” Coach Greg told her. “And by dressed, I mean lack of clothing.”

Carla groaned, rolling her eyes while her hand left his dick to pull her top off, revealing her small tits to him, before grabbing her shorts and slipping her thumbs to grab her panties too, slipping them down in one go. She shook her hips from left to right inching her shorts down. Knocking her shoes off, she slipped her shorts and panties off her body and aside from a pair of socks, stood before him naked. A faint bush above her vagina and long black hair covering up her nipples. Coach Greg looked over her body, mesmerized at how sexy she looked, and felt his cock leak pre cum which Carla saw, not surprised the pervert wanting to fuck her found her sexy.

“Turn around, show me that ass.” He ordered her.

Carla didn’t speak, just spun around slowly, letting Coach drink in all of her body. He licked his lips, seeing her thick hips and round ass before him, not the fattest ass ever, but certainly bigger than her tits. Carla winced, feeling his hand run along her ass cheeks, letting it wiggle, before giving it a quick spank. She jumped forward, getting closer to the side of the ring, feeling him push her over to the ropes.

“Grab on, time to test your endurance.” Coach Greg told her.

“Y-yes sir?” She was confused, gripping the top rope with both hands.

Coach Greg grabbed her leg, lifting it up to rest her foot on the bottom rope. She braced herself, feeling the tip of his dick brush against her pussy, slipping it in without lube.

“OH GOOD FUCK!!” Carla’s eyes went wide, feeling his length and girth begin to split her open.

Inch-by-inch, he pushed himself deeper, even not at full length inside, he was deeper than her fiance could get. Greg moaned in pure satisfaction, finally able to fuck his only student. And she felt extremely tight. As if she had never been properly fucked by a real man before. Her cries of pain and pleasure bounced through the small building, only heard by themselves. Carla gripped the rope tightly as he grabbed her hips and began to pump inside her, thrusting in and out, the cock hitting spots less tended to, and struggling to get every inch inside her. At least not without great effort.

Her breathing became rampant, fluctuating when he got a little deeper in her still. Her body began to rock, her foot pushing down on the rope it was on.

“How is-is it so…gooOOODD!”

Her sentence was cut off, Coach Greg picking up both her legs in his strong arms and lifting her body up to be at a flat angle. She quickly wrapped her legs around his waist, and made her grip on the rope stronger, even as it gave a bit and lowered downward. Greg getting more of his dick inside her, fucking her in the air. Her whole body rocked between his thrusts and the rope that helped hold her up. Carla losing control of herself, focusing on holding on for dear life, the endurance test being how long she can hang on while being fucked. But the longer she focused on holding on, the more time Greg had to push his dick deeper, until suddenly it hit her, somewhat literally. His balls began to smack against her body, every inch now inside her.

“Fuck I can feel your cock stretching me out!” She moaned. Her long hair dropped down, and her head hung low. She could see part of her stomach bulge out with every thrust balls deep into her.

Coach Greg just kept using her, fucking her hard with his cock getting lodged deep inside. Carla groaned, closing her eyes and focusing on her grip on the rope, building up a small sweat while impaling her on his cock, little tits jiggling with the rest of her body. Also felt the pressure build up, mouth hanging open while she screamed. Greg could feel her legs gripping tighter around his hips, pussy convulsing as Carla had an orgasm. Her whole body rocked in the air while she struggled to hold on, but felt a rush of emotion feeling herself cum this hard from his huge cock.

“That’s it sexy, cum for daddy.” He told her, Carla not paying much attention, to busy trying to compose herself while he kept fucking her through the orgasm. She had no words, just grunts, and moans, slamming himself into her pussy, he prolonged the orgasm she had for a while and set up her next.

“You going to cum again for Daddy?” He kept referring to himself as Daddy.

“Y-yes daddy…” Said Carla, so caught up in her own arousal and keeping herself up, that she accepted the idea of calling him daddy, more so if it meant more orgasms.

“Good girl.” He leaned in a bit to look her over. “Now hold on for just a bit longer.”

Throwing his back into it, Greg began to fuck her harder, her mind drunk on cock, wanting his big dick to stay in her for longer, sweat collected in her palms, threatening to make her lose her grip. While Greg’s grip on her hips stayed strong. The entire building sounding of a cheap whore getting her back blown out, the echo of her screams as she came once more making Coach’s ears to ring. Not that he minded, after all, he was giving her exactly what she deserved, a mind numbing orgasm.

“And done.” He told her. Carla let go of the rope without thinking, her upper body bending downward before her arms hit the mat. Coach kept his grip on her, and dick still inside, while Carla recovered from two mind-shattering orgasms unlike anything she had before. Running his hands along her legs, he carefully pulled out, the rest of her 5-foot frame hitting the mat with a thud, she was used to falling, but none after such a climax. Carla turned her head towards Coach Greg, a vigorous lust in her eyes.

“You good Carla?” He asked her, seeing her gaze going up to his cock, covered in her juices, but still hard.

“Daddy hasn’t cum yet.” Said Carla, her mind being a little broken. “Must make Daddy cum!”

She pulled herself up on all fours and crawled over to him, the cock several inches above her, but Coach Greg knelt down on one knee to give her better access to his cock. Without using her hands, her mouth took in the first few inches of his penis, tasting herself on his head. Carla savored the taste of herself and of his cock. Greg moaned at how much she broke from two orgasms. Carla sucked at his cock, not taking all of it down her throat, but still got close to half of it. His hand ran through her hair, coddling her for a good job she did.

“Get on top of me for the remainder of your test.” He told her.

“Yes, daddy.” Carla kissed the tip of his dick as it left her mouth.

Coach Greg laid down, Carla quick to climb on top of him. Her ass facing him once more as she straddled her teacher and ‘daddy’ in a reverse cowgirl position. She slammed her body down, bracing herself on his bare legs; having taken all of his length previously it didn’t take long for her to bottom out on his cock again. Her moans turned from pain into bliss, her pussy feeling foreign without the cock inside her. Greg need not thrust into her like before, Carla willingly bouncing herself atop the cock. Riding every inch as best she could.

“Fuck, Fuck, Fuck! Yes, Daddy!” She moaned out, doing all the work riding him.

“Keep going, baby!” Coach Greg laid back, his arms behind his head, letting Carla fuck herself silly on his dick.

She rode him wildly, her desire for his climax outweighing her sore arms from the first part of her endurance test. Ass smacking against his hips, feeling herself get close again, twerking for added pleasure, more importantly, to get herself to cum. Whining between moans feeling her body shake in her third orgasm of the day. Not able to hear her phone on the bench 10 feet away, her fiance calling to see when she would be done with practice that day. Not knowing his bride to be was busy fucking her coach. All the while Coach Greg began to grow louder moans. Carla started rubbing her pussy with her free hand, wanting to make herself cum again while on Daddy’s cock.

“God I’m gonna cum again Daddy!” Carla cried out, rubbing her clit while the rest of her pussy was stuffed with cock.

She slammed herself down once more, not moving until she fiddled herself to an orgasm. Arching herself back and over him while she came for the last time during their sex. Riding her orgasmic high for a moment, before slipping off his cock. Her pussy felt empty, but gazed at the mess she made all over his cock with her fluids. Leaning in to lick him clean.

“Fuck that’s it.” Coach Greg watched as she licked each side of his dick like it was a perverted lollipop, tasting herself in doing so. “Keep going and Daddy’s gonna cum.”

Carla took his word, sucking in five inches again with a smile on her face, a hand stroking the remaining five inches she could not suck. Slurping up the mess she made, swirling her tongue around his tip, teasing the piss slit to non verbally beg for his cum. An offer he would soon oblige. Both hands worked his cock, Coach Greg sitting up and bringing a hand to her head, pushing her down to bob on the cock.

“ACK! ACK! ACK!” the tip of his cock poked at the back of her throat, making her gag a little. He pulled her off, Carla quickly cleaning off the spit that dangled from her lips to his penis. Coach Greg stopping her, standing up to begin stroking his cock.

Carla understood what he was doing, sitting up on her knees, looking up at Daddy as he stroked his dick a little longer. She looked up at his cock and stuck her tongue out, eager to accept his reward Coach Greg needed little reason to finish. Unleashing months of pent-up need to use her as ropes of cum began splattering all over her face. Landing across her eyes, mouth, lips, and chin, some hitting the hair that stuck to her forehead from all the sweat she built up. Plenty landed in her mouth, drinking it all in. Greg kept cumming until he was tapped out for the day, the last drops dangling from his tip, Carla dragged her tongue along his shaft to clean up the last bits, doing her best not to leave more semen as she cleaned him off. Before looking up and smiling at him, Coach Greg looked at his cum covered and now former student, with a big smile and half-blinded by his semen.

“Thank you, Daddy.” She told him, still riding her high.

“No, thank you.” He told her, relieved he got that out of his system. “Congratulations, you’ve just graduated!” He sarcastically clapped his hands. Carla looked confused until remembering why she agreed to this.

She watched Coach Greg put his clothes back on, her own clothes still on the mat just to the side.

“I’ll mail you the diploma once I get it printed out, and I’ll tell my contact you’re ready for the try outs” He began to leave.

“Wait!” She asked him before he got too far. “C-can we go again?....Daddy?”

“Aw, I’m glad you liked it. But we agreed on it only being a one-time thing silly.” He chuckled, turning back to leave the mat. “Don’t worry, I’ll lock up whenever you leave.”

Carla sat there dumbfounded. Coming down to earth, and realizing what she did. Cheating on her Fiance, and fucking her coach for a try out….

“Fuck!” She cursed, realizing she loved his cock inside her.