My School Coach Banged Me in His Office: Bent Over his Desk with My Panties Round my Ankles

By Mandy Smith

An angry mother goes to talk to Mr. Baker, her 18 year old daughter, Maisie's swimming coach to try and find out the reason why he has suddenly banned her from his swimming lessons. They know each other from old, from the time when she too attended the same school and had coaching from him, and so after their meeting the coach agrees to meet the daughter to try solve the problem.

So one evening, Maisie goes to Baker's private room after school has closed down for the day, determined to do whatever it takes to get back on the swimming course. She knows what Baker is like, how he flirts and spies on her girl friends and class mates when they are changing or taking a shower after their swimming lessons, and knows exactly what she has to do to persuade him to change his mind.....

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Mandy Smith
• Release date: Oct 19, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393808442

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My School Coach Banged Me in His Office

Bent Over his Desk with My Panties Round My Ankles

Jenny walked through the doors and entered the large hall that she had not been in since she had graduated from high school almost twenty years earlier; she was pushing forty now, married, married very early, and now with two daughters. But after all this time she still remembered the layout, and while the calendar had changed, the look, feel, and smell of the place that she had spent so many years in were all exactly the same. As she walked through the large airy hall she stopped outside her old changing room, entered and looked along the rows for her old locker.

Eventually she found it. These days it had a different girl’s name on it; it was Carol Lord now. Jenny wondered what she would find inside if she still had a key that fit. She remembered what she used to stash in there as a wild teenager; cigarettes, spare panties, make up, sometimes a pack of condoms, and even sometimes some of her school books.

She thought back and remembered that she had made really good use of that locker; it was great having somewhere to hide all those things that she didn’t want to take home in case her Mom and Dad ever found out and scolded her. Once she even hid her best friend’s vibrator in there, taking it out at break times and sneaking into the toilets to experiment on herself with it. Her first ever orgasms were in the school toilet cubicles as a virginal eighteen year old; a virgin at eighteen, married with her first child at twenty or so, the reason she had to cut her studies short.

But this wasn’t a pleasure trip down memory lane, there was nothing funny about why she was here today: she was here to see the man who had been such a curse on her back in her school days, the one teacher who had turned her life into hell with his constant jibes and bad behavior towards her. And now he had turned his attention on to her eighteen year daughter. That’s why she was here.

She walked to the guy’s door, knocked lightly and heard a deep, gravelly voice come from inside the room. She could recognize that voice anywhere; despite the fact that she had tried every trick possible to forget the man it seemed that she was fighting an uphill battle as she always bumped into him at least twice a month. It almost seemed like he was going out of his way to find a reason to meet her, as if he was deliberately still trying to make her life miserable, especially even more so now by taunting her daughter with his half-witted put downs and sly sexual comments.

Terry Baker was one of the most arrogant, conceited, self-righteous assholes that she had ever had the misfortune of meeting, and it seemed that no matter how hard she tried, she could not get away from him. It was no wonder; the small town where they both lived had a population of only a few thousand people, and it seemed like everyone knew everyone else in one way or the other.

Come in, The voice boomed out.

As Jenny entered the office, she saw the bastard standing there, her former tormentor, at a file cabinet and looking through some folders. He turned around and looked at her with a surprised look of pleasure on his face that was obviously as fake as a nine dollar bank note.

Hey Jenny, what are you doing here? He said, putting the folder away and closing the file cabinet drawer, Good to see you.

She carefully looked at him, trying to figure him out and how his cracked mentality worked. He was still a very physically fit man for his age, maybe in his early fifties by now, and he was standing with his large, muscular hands on his wide hips. His body shape was still well shaped and toned, the epitome of a perfect athletic V-shape and with a set of broad shoulders that were thick and muscular. His stance showed off his body to perfection; large biceps and long thick forearms, the tight belly and those long, powerful legs of his.

He was still dressed in his gym kit and the tight white t-shirt that he was wearing did little to hide anything about his physique and the bright red coaching shorts that he had on did absolutely nothing to hide his endowment too, a