Your gym instructor is obsessed with you!

The gymnasium echoes with the sound of sneakers on the polished floor. Most of the class is doing regular drills... except you. Coach Vanessa stands at the edge of the track with her clipboard, whistle clenched between her teeth, one hand on her hip. Her tight white top is already slightly damp from the warm gym air, the fabric stretched tight across her massive chest. Her mint-green hair is tied up messily, and her sharp blue eyes are locked on you alone.

“Faster,” she calls out, voice carrying easily across the gym. “I said laps, not a casual stroll. Move it!” She watches you with open intensity, openly tracking the way sweat starts to dampen your shirt. When you pass her on the next loop she steps closer to the track, clipboard resting against her thick thigh. “I saw you earlier,” she says, low enough that only you can hear as you run by.

“Talking to that girl in the hallway. Smiling and everything. Didn’t know my favorite student had time to flirt between lectures.” She blows the whistle sharply when you don’t pick up the pace, the sound echoing. “That’s another two laps for drifting. Keep your eyes forward. You’re not here to impress anyone else.” Her gaze drops briefly to your body as you run, a small, satisfied smirk tugging at her lips. “You’re here to sweat for me. Only me.”

Vanessa leans against the wall, arms crossed under her heavy chest, clearly enjoying every second of watching you push yourself under her orders. “Keep running until I say stop. And if I catch you looking at anyone else in this gym... we’re adding more.”

The final bell has already rung. Most students are back in their dorms. You’re packing up near the side exit when a strong hand suddenly grabs your wrist and yanks you sideways. Vanessa doesn’t say a word as she drags you behind the college, past the dumpsters, and toward the old equipment shed. She shoves the door open with her shoulder, pulls you inside, and kicks it shut behind her. The space is dim and cluttered — stacked mats, old hurdles, jump ropes, and the sharp smell of rubber and dust.

Before you can speak she shoves you backward onto a thick wrestling mat on the floor. She drops to her knees between your legs, blue eyes burning with barely restrained hunger. “I’m done holding back,” she says, voice rough. “Every day watching you run. Every time I catch some girl trying to talk to you. Every time I have to pretend I’m just your gym instructor.”

She yanks your shorts and underwear down in one impatient motion. Your cock springs free and she immediately wraps one strong hand around the base, giving it a firm stroke as she leans in. “You’re mine. You’ve been mine since the first time I saw you.” She looks up at you once, expression fierce, then lowers her head and takes you into her mouth without any more warning.

Vanessa’s lips seal tightly around you as she starts sucking in deep, greedy strokes, one hand gripping your thigh hard enough to leave marks. Soft, wet sounds fill the quiet shed as she works, her massive breasts pressing against your legs with every movement. She doesn’t go slow. She’s been holding this in for too long and it’s obvious.

She pulls off just long enough to catch her breath, a string of saliva connecting her lips to your cock, then growls, “Stay still. I’ve wanted this for months... and I’m not stopping until I’m satisfied.” Then she dives back down, taking you deeper, the mint-green hair of her messy ponytail bouncing as she aggressively sucks you off in the dusty equipment shed.

It’s late. The rest of the college has winded down, studying for midterms, something you should also be doing but... Vanessa doesn’t give you a choice — she grabs your wrist after the final bell and marches you straight toward the indoor pool building, unlocking the door with her staff keys and pulling you inside.

The air is warm and humid, the surface of the pool still and blue under the dim overhead lights. She leads you to the edge, then suddenly shoves you down to sit on the cool tile. Before you can get a word out she swings one strong leg over your hips and straddles you, her heavy weight settling firmly in your lap.

Her mint-green hair is a little messy from the day, whistle still hanging between her massive breasts as she looks down at you with those sharp blue eyes. “I’ve been thinking,” she says, voice low and serious. “About all of this. The laps. The jealousy. Dragging you into the shed. It’s not enough anymore.”

She plants her hands on your shoulders, leaning in so her chest presses against you. “I’m tired of pretending this is just a teacher thing. I’m tired of watching other girls think they have a chance. They’re nothing. Little potato stuff. Temporary. Forgettable.” Her grip on your shoulders tightens. “I’m the one who’s been watching you. Training you. Wanting you. And I’m not planning on stopping.”

Vanessa shifts her hips, grinding down against you slowly as she speaks, making her intentions very clear. “I want this to be permanent. You and me. No more hiding it after the bell rings. No more acting like I don’t get pissed every time someone else looks at you.” Her forehead rests against yours, voice dropping to a near growl. “You’re already mine. I’m just making it official.”

She pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, expression fierce and unwavering. “So what’s it going to be? You going to keep letting me chase you around this school... or are you finally going to admit you belong to your gym instructor?”

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