Top of the League Tables

All-Star Akali, Red Card Katarina

[Chapter 1 Content – F/F, strap-on, deepthroat, squirting]

The field was muddy and the rain drizzled down, but the players kept on training. Over and over again they ran their conditioning drills, sprinting back and forth to the markers on the field before quickly changing direction and running back. Slaloming through lines of evenly spaced red cones and completing set after set of jumping jacks and burpees - training at the club was getting more and more intense each week.

Akali had mud up to her knees where her white socks didn't quite cover her skin, and her boots were sodden and wet, the studs not helping her grip on the slippery field. She had just finished her third round of exercises and had stopped for a breather, placing her hands on her hips and walking slowly over to her bag that she'd left by the stands. She was hoping Coach hadn't noticed that she'd only finished half of her normal training, and wanted to sneak a quick drink of water before anyone saw. She made it to her bag and pulled out her water bottle from the little slot on the side. She popped open the sports cap, but before she could bring the top to her mouth, a voice screamed at her from the first row of the stand.

'What do you think you're doing, Akali? Having a little rest? Get back to it! You've earned yourself another set for stopping early. Better get going if you want to be out of here on time tonight.'

Coach Katarina was strict and all round a bit of a bitch, Akali thought. Their little football club used to have Twisted Fate as a coach and he was fine. He got them training and playing matches, but he never pushed them too far. Akali could have a laugh with him, he was laid back. If they won, they won. If they lost, it was no biggie - they could try again next time. But since Fate had been forced to give up coaching when his gambling hustles were caught up by the cops, Katarina had barged her way in and changed things for the worse. Well, maybe worse wasn't totally fair, Katarina had made some huge improvements since joining the squad and there was no doubt the results her coaching style had garnered. Akali herself had gone from an average level mid-fielder to an All-Star striker in just a few matches and the team had shot up the league tables. No longer were they a disregarded Sunday league team, they were now number one on the season tables with very few losses to their name, and it was all down to Kat's regimented training schedules. Every day they players found themselves out on the field running drills and exercises, and as the star player, Akali was pushed to her limits over and over again. She never went home without being totally exhausted.

Coach Katarina was sat under the shelter in the front row with her legs up on the stand, a waterproof sports jacket worn over her black and white referee's shirt. Her gym shorts only came down to the tops of her thighs and so her legs were bare and on display all the way down to her knee-high blue socks. She was glaring at Akali as the girl went for her drink, fuming at her from across the pitch.

'Sorry Coach,' said Akali, reluctantly throwing her bottle down as she went to jog back over to her other players and resume her exercises. She saw Kat mouth something that looked strangely like 'you better be' before sitting back again and observing the team from her sheltered vantage point.

Bitch, Akali thought again for the third time that night. It's not like she's doing anything. She's not even getting wet. We're the ones out in the rain.

Akali tried her best to carry on with the exercises, but truth be told, her mind wasn't in it. She was finding every little movement a slog and her energy levels were down low. She needed a break but knew she'd never get one with the feisty red-headed coach watching her every move. Even if she injured herself, she doubt she'd get five minutes to rest.

Akali went to dash through the slalom of cones again, trying her best to keep her knees high and her feet nimble and quick, but even she could tell she was much slower than usual. She kept glancing over at the stands to see whether the coach was watching her, and she always was. It was like she never turned away for a second. Akali couldn't help but find the murderous glare in Katarina's emerald eyes strangely attractive, even if she was shouting orders at her. There was something about Kat's demand for control that made Akali's cheeks go hot. Plus her tight body in that outfit and those scandalously short shorts didn't help.

Akali shook the thoughts out of her head. What was she thinking? She was supposed to be training, not ogling at her coach. She didn't even like Kat in the slightest, hated her most of the time - but damn, if she didn't have such a good body. Akali recognised that while she battled with her strange thoughts, she'd gotten even slower in her training and was lagging behind the rest of the squad quite badly. At least they'd come to the last set and she could go home soon.

Katarina blew her whistle and the team fell in around the stands. The other players went to grab their drinks and Akali did the same, finally enjoying a moment to rehydrate. Katarina had her arms folded and a scowl on her face.

'Now you lot don't need me to tell you how badly you performed today. Everyone better get their asses in gear if we're going to have any chance of winning the match at the end of the week. If you don't start taking this seriously, we may as well drop out of the league all together, am I understood?' Katarina said firmly. The other players murmured a few yeses and grunts between them, not looking their coach in the eye.

'Am I understood?' Katarina said again, much harder this time.

'Yes, coach,' they all replied in unison.

'We're not going to start being sloppy now that we've come this far. I won't see this team become a laughing stock, you hear me? So, I want defence keeping to their positions, mid-field making sure they're on top of their game and strikers getting the ball in the back of the net without a fuss, got it?'

Everyone nodded again, eager to stop being scolded and be allowed to get changed. The rain kept coming down and soaking into their kits. Akali couldn't wait to change into some fresh clothes and relax.

'Right, now that's clear, I'll see you all first thing tomorrow morning for our practice match. Anyone who's late will be running laps. Akali, I want to see you in my office before you leave.'

Akali groaned inwardly. What does she want this time?

'Can I get changed first?'

'No. My office, now.'

The coach had pulled her aside most days after training for a personal rebuke, telling her how badly she was doing and how if she didn't step up to the plate, they could kiss their championship dreams goodbye. But those had just been quiet words out in the pitch, she'd never made her go to her office before.

Akali grabbed her bag and headed into the indoor part of the stadium. She gave a few waves of goodbye to her fellow players who were heading home, before traipsing past the changing rooms in the directions of the offices and conference rooms. Her studs clacked on the hard floor as she trudged along the corridors. She knew where Katarina's small office was and got there quickly, plonking her bag down on the seat outside while she waited for the coach to turn up. She didn't have to sit there long before Katarina came back. The coach unlocked the office door and gestured her inside.

'Sit down, Akali,' she said firmly, pointing to a rather battered old chair in front of the one desk in the room. Akali tried not to look at Kat's rather plump ass swaying in her shorts as she passed, but it was damn near impossible.

She took a seat, placing her hands in her lap as Katarina waltzed around the table and plonked herself in the chair across from Akali. She propped her feet up on the desk and put her hands behind her head, fanning out her blood red hair in the process.

'Care to tell me what the hell you think you're playing at, Akali hm?' said Kat with a touch of venom in her voice and a critical raise of a red eyebrow.

Akali shrugged. 'Thought I was playing football, to be honest,' she replied. Her voice was flat to convey just how stupid she thought it was that she'd ended up in the coach's office for what she could tell was no real reason.

'Very funny,' said Kat sarcastically. 'I mean in regards to your total lack of effort on the field in the last few weeks. Have you totally lost your touch, or do you just not care anymore?'

'I don't know what you mean, coach.'

Kat raised both eyebrows this time. 'Oh you don't? Then why is it you've gone from the best player on the team to total dead weight in no time at all? Even today you couldn't finish your exercises. Our useless defenders were outlasting you. Have you forgotten how important this weekend's match is?'

'No, coach.'

'You better not have. Those boys from the Academy will take no prisoners after we thrashed them last time. Darius still hasn't forgotten that tackle you did on him that had him limping for the rest of the match. You better not be planning on pulling any more moves like that or a yellow card will be the least of your worries.'

Akali sat back in her chair, tapping her studs on the tiled floor impatiently. 'Why are we training so hard if we're only up against them? They played like a fucking B-team last time. That kick I did to Darius was just to remind him where his place was.'

Kat chewed on her bottom lip briefly, thinking hard. 'I won't say that they played well last time - 'cus they sure as hell didn't - but since then they've secured some pretty scary looking strikers from other top teams to face off against us, so we have to be ready.'

Akali was surprised. 'How have they done that?' Akali asked. Katarina sat up in her chair, pulling her legs off the desktop.

'Because they have money, and a ton of it at that. Their fancy academy is run by governors who are all stinking rich. If they want to try and buy themselves a place in the championship without training, then I want to make sure they don't succeed.'

They'd bought players? I thought this was just a friendly football league between schools, not the goddamn pro league, Akali thought to herself.

'That's why we're working as hard as we are,' Kat continued. 'So I'll give you once last chance Akali before I consider booting you off this team, what do you think you are doing?'

Akali went to say something but knew anything she did say would just be met with more chiding. Plus, she didn't really have an answer to the coach's question. What was wrong? She knew she'd been a bit sloppy recently, but was it really an issue? Before a single word could leave her lips however, Katarina had interrupted again.

'Stand up, now.'

Confused, but compliant, Akali got to her feet, and stood up straight in front of the desk. Katarina stood up, tossing her jacket aside so that her loosely-fitting striped ref's shirt was on display. Once again, Akali's eyes went to the juicy looking cleavage that was threatening to fall out of her top any minute, following her form as Kat started to circle around her like a vulture inspecting its prey. Akali could feel the scrutinising eyes looking her up and down. Kat didn't say anything until she'd done at least three laps of the striker, finally coming to a stop back in front of her.

'Have you been sticking to the diet plan I set you at the start of the season?' Kat asked.

'Yes, coach.'

'No sneaking in extra cheat days?'

'Never, coach.'

'We'll see about that,' Kat said. Akali was trying to decipher exactly what that meant, but got a pretty good idea when Katarina started grabbing at her stomach and pulling at her jersey.

'What are you doing?' Akali asked, feeling her cheeks go hot as Katarina's fingers pinched at the soft skin of her belly.

'Checking that you haven't grown some puppy fat while I wasn't looking.'

'Coach!' Akali protested as Kat's hands roamed under her clothes, pinching along her abdominals and running along her hips. Kat started to circle again, not all too subtly feeling up Akali's midsection. When she was behind her once more, her hands settled on her sides, but soon restarted their journey along Akali's torso.

'There's some chocolate and carbs there. You feel a little chubby to me. What's all this extra weight you're carrying?' Kat said. Akali felt herself growing hotter as the warm touch of Katarina's hands explored all along her skin, no matter how rough she was being.

'I'm not chubby!'

Akali squealed as Katarina grabbed at her modest breasts contained in her sports bra underneath her footballer's jersey. Her cheeks went bright red in embarrassment and she closed off her body in an attempt to get Kat off her.

'What about these then? They've definitely got bigger!'

'Stop it!'

But Kat didn't stop, and Akali started to realise that her rough hands were causing all sorts of sensations to run along her exhausted body. Shoots of electric went from her sensitive breasts to her confused brain as Kat continued to maul and grasp at the flesh, rolling Akali's breasts in her hands and appreciating the curved swell that the bra was containing them at. They weren't big, Akali knew that - at least, not in comparison to Kat's well-endowed chest. She'd never wished they were any bigger or felt self-conscious about them, but with Kat thoroughly feeling her up, Akali was embarrassed.

'You sure you're not still growing, Akali? I'm sure they've at least doubled since I joined the squad.'

Akali was relieved when the seizing hands of her coach went away from her breasts, but she as granted little time as a reprieve as suddenly her ass was groped from behind. 'Oh no, this is much bigger.'

Akali squealed louder this time and tried to shake off the groping hands of her coach. Her ass was not exactly hard to find in her tight shorts and the thin underwear she wore and so Kat could squeez and squashed the flesh to its full. Akali could hear the coach sniggering as she clearly enjoyed the way her ass filled her palms. She was becoming even more flustered, finding the heat that flushed in her cheeks to be joined by the warmth burning in her core, each particularly rough squeeze or pinch making it worse. Her thighs rubbed together unconsciously as her arms crossed nervously across her chest.

'My my,' Kat tutted, seeing the blushing mess of her star player. 'I think we may have found your problem.' She stood in front of Akali, only a few inches between them and a devious smile on her lips as she studied the rosiness tinting Akali's cheeks.

Akali's amber eyes had closed as she tried to get her body back under control again, but they quickly shot open as Kat's right hand dived down the front of her shorts. Her panties pushed aside, the coach's fingers started to tickle at the eager folds of her pussy, rolling around her folds in circles. Akali moaned loudly, disappointed at herself for the sound that left her mouth - but when the fingers started to prod a little deeper, the sounds tumbled freely out into the small office.

'There we go,' Kat's voice whispered into her ear. 'You're soaked.' She wasn't lying. When Katarina finally pulled her probing fingers out of Akali's shorts and held them up to the player's eyes, she saw that they were sticky and moist. 'We're going to have to do something about this. Strikers can't be gushing away with hormones while out on the field.'

Katarina strutted back across the room to her desk and began to rummage in the top draw, leaving Akali as a hot mess in the centre of the room. When the girl's eyes opened again and she saw what was in her coach's hand, she found herself both worried and yearning. Kat held an intimidating-looking white dildo, several inches long, thick and veiny all over. The coach waggled it in her hand enticingly, gauging the reaction of her horny star player as the shaft flopped around. The mischievous glint in Kat's eyes seemed to ask only one question: You want this?

Akali didn't even have to answer, the state of her had already confirmed it. Katarina jumped up, vaulting over to sit on the desk in front of Akali, a length of a strap and a harness in her other hand. She attached the dildo, tightening it around her pelvis until it was strapped on tight and pointing upwards at Akali's face.

'Let's get this out of you then. On your knees.' It was a command, not a request, joined by a finger pointing to the floor.

Akali slowly began sinking down until her ass sat back on her ankles, looking up expectantly at her new mistress with the long cock over her gym shorts. What was going on? Never in her wildest fantasies did she picture Kat ready to fuck her with a strap-on, in her office no less. Was this really what Akali wanted? Would this solve her problems? She got her answer when her pussy twitched as Kat grasped the hair at the back of Akali's head, pulling her close so the plastic cock sat over her face, reaching longer than chin to forehead. She rubbed the bulbous head along Akali's pale cheeks and smushed it against her nose, before circling the tip along the girl's plump lips.

'Get me ready. If you do a good job at lubing me up, maybe I'll fuck that slutty pussy of yours.'

With that, Kat pushed forwards, the plastic cock vying for entry into the striker's mouth. The head slipped in slowly, a sheen of spit already forming along the smooth surface. She slid it around as if to explore the crevices of the warm mouth, while Akali's tongue moved to lather saliva as evenly as she could. Using the back of the desk to push her hips forward, Kat slipped her ass off the wooden surface so she was almost standing up and told a hold of her fake shaft with one hand and a fistful of Akali's jet black hair in the other. Keeping it steady, she fed more of the length into Akali's mouth until she almost touched the entrance to the girl's throat.

She'd only taken a few inches, but Akali began to whine with each breath she was allowed while Kat bobbed her head along the cock. It already filled her mouth completely and Katarina could tell that Akali was sucking hard and eagerly as if the member was real. With each swirl of her tongue, the dildo became slicker and slicker. Akali felt a hand on her forehead pushing her back until she slid slowly off the cock, leaving her lips with a pop. Her mouth stayed open slightly, warm breaths leaving her in pants, her tongue sitting on her front teeth and peeking out of her mouth, silently asking her coach for more.

'Spit on it,' Kat commanded, turning the false cock to the side. Akali did what she was told, gathering up some saliva, spitting and dribbling onto the shaft until it was covered all over, lathering it thickly along the entire length with her lips. 'Good girl. Now, show me what you can do.'

Akali barely had time to gulp before Kat had grabbed her head with both hands, lining the cock back up with her lips and shoving in…hard. The tip punched straight into Akali's throat, cutting off her breathing and filling her mouth to its capacity. Kat felt the gagging, but did not let up and continued to push deeper and deeper, spit bubbles starting to dribble out of the corner of her mouth. Her eyes had closed tightly and tears threatened to slip from their corners as she was thoroughly plugged up with cock. The gagging continued as Kat worked her way in until every last inch was in her constricting throat and Akali's lips kissed Kat's shorts.

Even though Kat's dick was made of plastic, the coach felt her pulse rise and her body go hot as she nestled within Akali's throat, enjoying every gag and choke and the long lines of spittle dribbling down Akali's chin as the girl's eyes leaked tears down her cheeks. The coach was so turned on that even the sensation of her fake cock pressing into her own crotch was enough to get her wet. 'Who knew the team's star player was so good at sucking dick,' Kat smirked as she continued to work the cock through Akali's windpipe, starting to move at a controlled pace as she revelled at the strained noises being produced. Kat knew however, that she needed to pull out or risk knocking her new cock-sleeve out before she had even gotten round to settling her cravings.

Kat let go and Akali gasped loudly and gulped desperately for air as the cock slipped out of her throat and left her mouth. Her hands that had been gripped Kat's thighs tightly fell to her knees as she leant over and coughed roughly onto the floor.

'What the fuck do you think you're doing?' the striker panted as she caught her breath. 'Trying to kill me?'

Kat's mischievous smirk only grew as her cock flopped around on her pelvis, gazing down intently at the girl on her knees in front of her. She'd made quite the mess on the floor and her lips were still slick with spit. 'Why would I want to kill off my best player? I'm simply giving you what you want.'

Akali didn't seem convinced as she wiped the liquid from around her mouth with the back of her hand. Kat had other plans however than letting her recover. Akali watched warily as the coach slipped her backside off the desk, bent over and grabbed hold of the back of Akali's football jersey. The wet cock nearly slapped into her face as Kat span Akali around and pushed down on the small of her back so that she ended up on her hands and knees with her ass sticking up and her head forced onto the tiled floor of the office.

Akali mewled as she felt hands on her ass again, more groping and squeezing through her muddy shorts along with the definite poke of Kat's strap-on in the crest between her legs. Katarina's fingers creeped into the waistband before tugging hard and pulling the shorts down her toned thighs. Akali let out a strained breath as her black panties were exposed to Katarina's hungry gaze.

'I can see how wet you are through this lingerie you like wearing out on the field,' the coach said with a chuckle at the sticky liquid staining her panties. Akali knew her underwear was tightly fitting and nestled snuggly between her fit ass cheeks, but she hardly considered it lingerie. She wore just a simple matching pair of sports underwear that she found comfortable to wear while running around the pitch.

Nonetheless, Katarina appreciated how enticing the striker's ass looked in her underwear, but her patience was overpowered by a desperate need to expose and fuck the wet pussy before her. The panties joined Akali's shorts, pooling around her open thighs, unable to go any lower than her knees in her current position on the floor. Katarina whistled as she saw the mess the girl had made, teasing her entrance with a long finger. Akali groaned as Kat's fingers tickled around the tuft of black on her mound and dipped into her slit, testing her core.

Her patience however was running out, and with the cock in her hand she pressed it up against Akali's inviting pussy and shoved in roughly, bringing out a strained yelped from her lips. Kat had only made it a few inches on her first thrust, but with some more pushing, the rest of the long dildo slid its way deep into the striker's depths. Kat smiled as she pulled Akali's ass up to her pelvis, lamenting the fact she could not feel the cunt clinging to her faux cock. Although Akali's body was fit and toned all over, Kat was still able to grab hold of her ass flesh and use it as a handle to begin the task of fucking her properly.

Katarina started to move her hips, slowly humping Akali's backside as the cock squelched within her. Her pace was slow to begin with and she ensured she could slide in and out with a constant rhythm, but once she was sure, she sped up until she was rocking into the girl's ass rapidly and sending a ripple through the fat swells of her rear.

Akali was struggling to cope. The cock was hitting parts of her she'd never been able to satisfy and the feeling of being thoroughly used by her own coach was shooting more twitches and spasms through her inner walls. Her face that had been blushing anyway was now on fire, her cheeks bright red and burning. She tried to cool them down as she was fucked by pressing her face to the cold tiled floor of the office, but she was yanked upwards as Kat took a hold of her black ponytail and pulled on it. Akali didn't even register the pain of her hair being pulled, too lost in the overwhelming pulses in her pussy, but soon found herself flushed against Katarina's front. She felt the coach's sizeable breasts pressing into her back and the tickle of her long red hair as it touched her cheek. Kat's hand took Akali by the chin as she continued to ream into her, the coach's face right next to her.

'You're fucking loving this,' Kat whispered roughly into her ear, before lightly biting it. 'Let's fuck it out of you and maybe you'll perform better.'

Akali screamed as Katarina slammed into her again, her hands coming to grip tightly to her hips as she forced the strap-on in and out of her pussy as fast as she could manage. Akali tried to form words, but they only came out as a muddle of mismatched syllables.

'Ugh…oh…gah…fuck.' She panted each time her pussy was subject to another rough pounding of dick. Kat was so rough that all of Akali's muscles were seized and tense. She knew she'd be stiff the following morning after this. That notion wasn't helped when Kat's gripping hands moved from her hips up to her shoulders and began once again to forcefully stuff her pussy at breakneck pace. Her tongue lulled from her mouth and she struggled to keep herself upright with her elbows going so weak. Kat pulling the cock out of her snatch was almost a reprieve, but the sensations continued between her legs.

Katarina looked pleased as the cock came away sticky and moist, using the wetness as lube as she rubbed her hands over it in a handjob motion.

'Come on, show me your stamina,' Kat said, but Akali didn't move on the floor. Her ass was still stuck up in the air, but she had gone limp. Kat reached down and yanked her up, throwing her over the desk in the centre of the room, sending papers and pens across the room. Akali tried to sit up to see what Kat was doing, but soon felt her shorts and panties be tugged off her legs and thrown to join the mess on the floor. Wearing only the clothes on her top half and her boots and socks, Katarina spread Akali's legs and brought the cock back to the lips of her pussy, pushing inside once again. Katarina was leaning over her, arms on the desk as she started her task of breaking in the horny pussy once again.

Akali didn't know where to look with Kat leant right over her body, but she wasn't given much choice as she was pulled into a sloppy kiss by her coach, her tongue forcing its way into her mouth and exploring every inch inside. While Akali was distracted by the kiss, her football jersey came up, along with her sports bra and her tits were seized by Kat's grabbing hands. Her nipples were pinched roughly and the flesh rolled around, giving her greater pleasure as he pussy was plundered over and over again. The position put extra emphasis on her clit with Kat's body rubbing over her and her hips clapping in Akali's lower half - each thrust pushing her closer and closer to making her cum.

'I'm gonna put your ass on the line,' Kat said, breaking away from Akali's lips. The striker's amber eyes showed her confusion, causing Kat to smile like a hyena.

'You what?'

'I'm gonna make a bet with those academy boys that if we beat them, they hand over those fancy bought in players to our club,' the coach said. 'But if we lose…I'm gonna let them fuck you till you pass out.'

Akali's eyes widened, trying to gauge whether the coach was serious, but her attention changed when Kat grabbed hold of her strap-on by the shaft, pulling it out of Akali's gripping slick pussy, leaving her empty of feeling. Akali let out an exasperated yelp as the cock was yanked out of her, but before her building orgasm could melt away, she mewled as Kat's fingers reached down to stuff her core again. Katarina laughed at Akali's desperation to cum as the striker too tried to touch herself, but had her hand slapped away.

With a clear shot of the striker's slightly gaping pussy lips, Kat roughly thrust two fingers inside, curling upwards till she felt the rough spongey flesh and began to rub vigorously. She knew she was hitting the right spot when Akali seized up on the desk and screamed loudly. Kat did not stop, going faster and faster, more and more roughly until she was practically lifting Akali's pelvis off the desk with the force of her fingering. Soon enough, her mark was met. A rush of fluid soaked her probing fingers, reaching the opening and splattering onto the floor as Akali began to squirt.

The flow came out in streams, splashing against the tiles and leaking all over the girl's thighs. Kat slowly retracted her fingers, her smile wide from ear to ear as she saw the total mess she had caused from Akali's shattering orgasm. She shook her wet hand out, laughing as Akali went totally limp atop the desk, eyes glazed over.

'Look at what you've done,' Kat said, nodding at the puddle below the desk and the spray up the walls. 'You naughty girl.'

Akali tried to sit up, but found she was hauled up into a standing position, struggling to keep herself up right on shaky feet. She collected up her shorts and panties that were discarded on the floor, pulling them up and adjusting her bra to cover her breasts before pulling her football jersey down. Kat had taken off the strap-on, watching her player try to regain some dignity. 'Can…can I go now?' Akali asked breathlessly. Kat nodded.

'Get out and rest,' she said, pointing to the door. Akali went to leave. 'And don't forget what I said about the match, I'm not kidding around.'

Still feeling the total wetness between her legs, Akali waddled out of the office.

Don't worry, there will be a chapter two and you know what's going to happen. Follow the story to make sure you don't miss it!