The Adventures of a Rugby Coach
Copyright© 2021 by Zak
Chapter 53
True Sex Story: Chapter 53 - After several years of professional Rugby, I took up coaching and I have never had so much fun.
Caution: This True Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa BiSexual School Sports Workplace Black Female White Male White Female Oriental Female Hispanic Female Analingus Facial Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Sex Toys Spitting Tit-Fucking BBW Big Breasts
I woke up the following morning feeling used and abused. Natalie had needs, and we had fucked all night. She had left my room in the early hours, and I set my alarm. I got two hours of sleep before knocking on the door woke me.
I could hear Alison calling out my name, so I ignored it. After ten minutes, she left my door. I showered and shaved, then checked my work schedule. Luckily, I had a free period first thing. All the exercise with Natalie had given me an appetite. I got dressed and headed down for breakfast.
The dining room was nearly full. I got a tray and opted for the full English breakfast and a mug of tea. I got a seat at the same table as the professor, Natalie, and a few other department heads.
I had just finished eating when Alison came in. She saw me and came over to the table. Her face was a mask of anger.
“So you’re back, good, because we need to talk! “She shouted.
The dining room went quiet, and all eyes were on Alison.
“Alison, this is not the time or the place!” Natalie said.
“Oh fuck off, you!” she replied.
“Mrs Fuller,...” the professor said.
“Don’t Mrs Fuller me!” Alison said. I knew that everyone in the room was watching this little pantomime unfold.
“Look, whatever you want to say would be better said in private!” the professor said, trying to settle things down.
“Let me tell you what I have to say, this poor excuse of a man has been shagging half the school. He has left me high and dry and pregnant,” she screamed.
I looked at Natalie, and she looked at the professor, and he looked at me. I knew she was taking bollocks. I had had an injury to my testicles early in my career, and afterwards, I was told I might have issues. So I had some tests done and I was a complete and utter Jaffa.
“Mrs Fuller, please stop this now!” The professor said, his voice has changed.
Alison laughed and turned away. She strode over to the buffet, and I saw all the catering staff, including Isabella, watching her. Some of them were recording the scene.
Seconds later, a massive bowl of chopped fruit salad was poured over my head, then a jug of orange juice. The lads were all laughing, I turned to face them and again saw cameras being held up and I knew the footage would be all over Facebook, Twitter and Instagram in the next half an hour.
“You fucking cunt!” Alison screamed and launched herself at me. I didn’t defend myself; I stood up and took a few blows before the professor and Natalie pulled Alison away from me.
Ten minutes later, we were in the professor’s office. We were given the bollocking of all bollockings, first from the professor and then from Natalie. We were told to pack enough supplies to last us a week and leave the school. We were told we would be contacted about our future at the school in the week.
We were escorted out of the office, all the way to our rooms. I packed some gear, my laptop and Kindle and called a cab to take me to the train station.
I could see how the senior management team would have to deal with this. I was sure that the footage from the dining room would be all over social media.
And so it was, I got to the train station, and my phone was red hot with missed calls and texts. My only concern was what effect it would have on my job in Canada. I got a ticket to Glasgow. That would give me a couple of hours to work out what my future held.
By the time I had got to Glasgow, I had booked a flight and a hotel in Lanzarote. I got the train to Edinburgh and then a cab to the airport. I had a couple of hours to kill before my next flight.
I put my earbuds in and watched a few of the videos. Luckily, there was no clear sound, and most of the videos didn’t really show my face.
The flight to Lanzarote was half full, and I read all the way there. I got a cab to my hotel in Costa Teguise. I checked in and then went shopping. I had not really packed for a week in the sun.
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