Driving School Stacey Cruz Gets Screwed by her Driving Instructor

Stacey Cruz, a petite and voluptuous Latina in her early twenties, had been dreading her driving lessons with Coach R coordinate Diamond, a tall, muscular black man with a reputation for being stern and demanding. She was only a few lessons in when she realized his grueling approach extended far beyond teaching her to navigate the road.

It was a sunny afternoon when Coach Diamond pounced. They had been driving through an empty parking lot, Stacey gripping the steering wheel nervously as he barked instructions from the passenger seat. Suddenly, he slammed his hand down on the dashboard.

“Whoo-ee!” Stacey yelped, her grip tightening.

“Hands at 10 and 2, Stacey!” he barked. “And eyes on the road, not darting around like a scared rabbit!”

“I-I’m sorry, Coach,” she stammered, cheeks flushing. “I’m just a little nervous.”

“Nervous? Or afraid?” he challenged, his voice like thunder.

“Afraid,” she admitted softly, risking a glance at him.

Coach Diamond’s eyes glinted. “Well, let’s see if an extra lesson in the back seat can calm those nerves.”

“Excuse me?” Stacey squeaked, eyes widening.

“You heard me,” he growled. “Pull over. Now.”

With trembling hands, Stacey steered the car toward the far end of the lot and shifted into park. As soon as she did, Coach Diamond was unbuckling his seatbelt and reaching for her door.

“No, wait!” she cried, but he already had her by the arm, dragging her out of the car and propelling her towards the back.

“Coach, please,” she begged, but he shoved her face-first against the backseat, hands roaming her body with rough urgency.

“Coach Diamond!” she cried as he yanked up her sundress and tugged down her panties. “We can’t! Not here!”

“Shut up,” he snarled, fingers delving between her thighs. “I know you want this. I’ve seen the way you look at me.”

Stacey bit her lip, stifling a gasped moan as he probed her slick entrance. He was right – she had fantasized about this moment, but had never dared to admit it, even to herself.

“Tell me you want it, Stacey,” Coach Diamond demanded, pressing the thick head of his cock against her sex.

“I…I want it,” she whimpered. “I want you, Coach.”

His answer was a single, swift thrust that buried him to the hilt inside her tight heat. Stacey cried out, gripping the seats as he began to move, each powerful stroke sliding him deeper, stoking her arousal until she was rocking back into him shamelessly.

“That’s it, take it,” Coach Diamond grunted, one hand fisting in her hair as the other kneaded her ass. “Take your coach’s cock like a good little student.”

“Yes, Coach, yes!” Stacey babbled mindlessly, surrendering completely to the raw, primal pleasure consuming her. She felt his thickness stretching her deliciously, the friction of his shaft rubbing her in all the right places until ecstasy coiled tight in her core.

Lifting her on his pole, Coach Diamond cranked his hips at an angle that had her seeing stars. Stacey wailed, clawed fingers sinking into the upholstery as her orgasm crashed through her, a tsunami of sensation that left her boneless and spent on the seat.

Coach Diamond withdrew, leaving her empty and aching. With a smirk, he turned her over and yanked her to the edge, spreading her thighs wide before burying his face between her legs. Stacey bucked and howled as his wicked tongue sent her soaring a second time, fingers gripping his dreadlocked head to hold him in place as she ground against his face.

“That fick, get ‘er in your face,” Coach instructed, pointing his stage four erection at Stacey. “Make sure she puts in that work for her momma.”

With an embarrassed gulp, Stacey took the shaft in hand. It was heavy and hot, wrapped in soft skin that smelled faintly of sweat and sex. Coach groaned as she pumped it, thick pre-cum drooling from the tip to coat her fingers. In a move she’d never dared before, Stacey flicked her tongue out to lap it up, heady and slightly bitter on her lips.

“That’s right,” Coach sighed, encouraging her to continue. “Get it all, baby girl. Get that shit in your fucking mouf.”

Stacey did just that, parting her lips to slide the broad head past them, coaxing more of the slick essence forth. Coach thrust, forcing more of his thick meat past her lips and drawing a choking sob. He paid no mind, fucking her face with deep, grinding strokes, his thumb and forefinger pinching and rolling her clit each time he hilted.

Tears streamed down Stacey’s face, salty on her tongue as she struggled to breathe around the veiny shaft impaling her throat. Coach laughed, the sound dark and mocking.

“That’s the spirit! Take it, slut. Take that thick black cock like the dirty girl you are.”

Coach pulled back just enough for Stacey to drag in a desperate breath before spearing her deep again. He did this again and again, fucking her face with brutal intensity until she was dizzy, world spinning as he finally unleashed a torrent of cum straight down her gaping throat.

She swallowed desperately, fighting the urge to choke and splutter as he milked every last drop from his balls into her stomach. Finally, he withdrew, smearing the last of his load across her battered lips.

“Good girl,” he purred, giving her puffy pussy a hard spank for good measure. “That’s what I like to see. Acting like the nasty little slut you are.”

Head spinning and body aching, Stacey watched through a drug-like haze as Coach tucked himself away and climbed into the front seat, as if nothing had happened. He tapped at the wheel impatiently.

“Well, so lesbian steroids sex stories come back and finish the lesson, or do you wanna go home and shave that perm?”