STRECH ME DEEPER, COACH! 4

Chapter 4:

The “Special Stretch” Offer

My body was already a sweaty, trembling mess after another round of squats and lunges. I stood there panting, hands on my knees, trying to catch my breath while Dom circled me like a predator. The mirrors showed everything my flushed cheeks, the dark wet patch between my legs that had only gotten worse, and him towering behind me, muscles gleaming with sweat.

“Fifteen more seconds on that plank, Riley,” he commanded, voice deep and rough. “Core tight. Don’t you sag on me now.”

I dropped back down, forearms burning as I held the position. “Coach… it’s so hard. My arms are shaking.”

“That’s because you’re weak in the middle,” he said, crouching beside me. His big hand pressed down between my shoulder blades, forcing me lower. “Engage everything. Ass down, back flat. Fuck, look at you holding it. Good little athlete. But I can see you dripping again. Those shorts are fucking ruined.”

I whimpered, hips twitching despite myself. “It’s not my fault. Every time you touch me or tell me to go deeper… I can’t control it.”

Dom chuckled darkly, his hand sliding down to my lower back, then dangerously close to my ass. “I know you can’t. That’s what I like about you, kid. Nineteen years old and your pussy soaks for an old man like me. Up. We’re switching to hip openers. On your back.”

I rolled over onto the mat, legs spread wide as he instructed. Dom grabbed my right ankle and pushed my knee toward my chest, then across my body in a deep twist. The stretch hit hard in my hip and groin.

“Talk to me,” he demanded. “How deep does that feel?”

“So deep,” I gasped, gripping the mat. “It burns right in my inner thigh. But… good burn.”

“Yeah? And what about here?” His free hand pressed firmly on my inner thigh, inches from my soaked crotch. “You’re throbbing, aren’t you? I can see your pussy pulsing through the fabric. Answer me honestly, Riley.”

My face burned hotter than the workout. “Yes… I’m throbbing. It’s embarrassing how wet I am. I’ve never been like this during training before.”

“Before me, you mean,” he corrected, switching to the other leg and stretching me even wider. “You’ve been coming to me for months and every session ends the same way. You leave here with soaked shorts and hard nipples. Today we’re not pretending anymore. How bad do you want me to really stretch you?”

I bit my lip, staring up at the ceiling as he held the position. “I do want it. But I’m scared. You’re my coach. You’re forty-five… I’m just nineteen. What if this gets out of hand?”

Dom released my leg and sat back on his heels, looking down at me with those intense eyes. “It’s already out of hand, kid. Look at the mess you made on my mat. Your college coaches don’t push you like this, do they? They don’t make you drip just from form corrections.”

“No,” I admitted softly, sitting up slowly. Sweat dripped down my neck and between my small tits. “They don’t. Only you do that to me.”

He stood up and offered me a hand, pulling me to my feet effortlessly. “We’ve been at this for over an hour now. Normal training’s done its job. You’re warmed up, soaked, and shaking. Time for the special stretch session I mentioned before.”

I wiped my forehead, heart racing. “Special stretch? What do you mean exactly?”

Dom stepped closer, his massive frame blocking out the light. One hand cupped my chin again, thumb stroking my jaw. “The kind that actually works, Riley. Deep flexibility work. But it requires oil so I can really get in there without friction. And less clothing. Actually… no clothing. I need full access to stretch you properly legs pinned back, hips open, everything exposed. You game?”

My stomach flipped. “Completely naked? Here? Coach, I… I don’t know. That’s really exposing.”

“Exactly,” he growled, voice dropping lower. “That’s the point. You want deeper splits? You want me to push your body past its limits? Then you strip. I oil you up real good, spread those pretty legs as wide as they’ll go, and work you until you’re screaming. No more hiding that dripping little pussy. I’ll stretch you so deep you’ll feel it for days.”

I shifted on my feet, thighs slick with more than just sweat now. The idea made me clench hard. “You promise it’s just stretching? I mean… you won’t… do anything else?”

Dom smirked, leaning down so his lips were close to my ear. “I promise I’ll stretch you deeper than you’ve ever been stretched. But if your body reacts? If that tight college cunt starts begging while I’ve got you folded and oiled? I’m not gonna ignore it. You’ve been teasing me with these tiny shorts for weeks. Time to be honest about what you need.”

I hesitated, chewing my lip. My pussy was aching so bad it hurt. “I’ve never done anything like this. What if I can’t handle it?”

“You can,” he said firmly, his hand sliding down to squeeze my waist. “You’re flexible as hell. And I’ll be right there, controlling everything. You trust your Coach, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I whispered, nodding slowly. “I do trust you. Okay… I’ll do it. The special stretch. Just… be careful at first?”

Dom’s eyes lit up with something dark and hungry. “Good girl. Lock the door behind you. Then strip. Everything off. I’ll get the oil warmed up. And Riley?”

“Yeah?”

“Once those clothes come off, there’s no going back to regular training today. You’re mine to stretch however I see fit. Say it.”

“I’m yours to stretch,” I repeated, voice shaky with nerves and excitement. My hands were already moving to the hem of my tank top.

He nodded approvingly. “That’s my little athlete. Now hurry up. I want to see every inch of that tight nineteen-year-old body glistening before I pin you open.”

I walked over and locked the gym door with trembling fingers, pulse pounding in my ears. This was crossing every line. But as I turned back and saw Dom grabbing a bottle of oil, his muscles flexing, that massive bulge obvious in his sweatpants, I knew I couldn’t stop now.

I pulled my tank top over my head, small tits bouncing free, nipples stiff. Then I hooked my thumbs into my soaked shorts and pushed them down, stepping out completely naked.

Dom’s gaze raked over me slowly. “Fuck, Riley. Even better than I imagined. Now get on the bench. Legs up. Let’s see how deep we can really go.”

My body was on fire, already throbbing in anticipation. The normal training was officially over.