Used by the Hockey Player Free Use Erotica #2
"Nah, man, let's just go, the lights are off anyway," another player shouted from near the exit.
The heavy footsteps receded, and the main door clicked shut, followed by the distant sound of the facility's outer exit locking. They were entirely alone.
The moment the danger passed, Tony went wild. He pulled his cock almost entirely out of her, the dripping wet tip snagging on her swollen lips, before slamming back in with a primal, unrestrained fury.
"You're a crazy fucking whore, you know that?" Tony whispered aggressively, his pace turning into a blurred sprint. He reached down and found her engorged clit, rubbing it brutally with his thumb as his hips hammered into her.
"Yes! I'm your whore, Tony! Fuck me harder!"
Robin screamed, no longer needing to hold back.
Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her pussy clamping down on his shaft in violent, pulsing waves.
The tight, milking sensation was too much for the young athlete.
Tony let out a guttural roar, his body locking up as he shot a massive, hot torrent of cum deep into her womb, his hips bucking twice more to pump every drop inside her.
They breathed heavily in the quiet room, the scent of their raw sex filling the air. Robin slid off the table, her legs shaky but her smile radiant as she looked at the mess of cum leaking out of her.
"We need to get out of here," Tony said, wiping his brow, still slightly dazed by the intensity.
"My place is ten minutes away," Robin said, pulling her pants up with a chuckle. "And we are definitely not done tonight."
The 10 minute drive to Robin’s house was a blur of heavy breathing and mutual anticipation.
Tony drove his truck with one hand tight on the steering wheel, his other hand completely buried under Robin’s track jacket, his fingers kneading her perky tits.
Robin sat back, a permanent, ecstatic smile fixed on her face as she looked out at the dark Missouri roads.
She could still feel his thick, warm cum leaking down her inner thighs, cooling against her skin, and it only made her more eager for what was next.
When they stepped through the front door of her quiet, suburban home, the pretense of coach and player was completely gone.
Robin didn't even make it past the entryway before she turned around, her eyes sparkling with absolute adoration.
She dropped her bag on the floor, kicked off her shoes, and looked up at the young athlete.
"Strip me, Tony," she whispered, her smile widening into a joyous invitation. "Show me what you want to do to me in my own house!."
Tony didn't hesitate. He grabbed the collar of her team track jacket and pulled it down her arms, tossing it onto the floor.
He aggressively yanked her shirt over her head, exposing her athletic, full breasts.
Her nipples were rock hard, pointing straight up in the cool air of the house.
He didn't waste time with the pants either; he dragged them down her legs, leaving her standing in her foyer completely naked, her pussy still glistening from the mess they had made in the arena.
"You look like such a slut right now," Tony growled, his eyes dark with a fresh wave of youthful testosterone. His own cock was already tearing against his jeans, a heavy, visible ridge that demanded attention.
"I am your SLUT, Tony. I want you to use me however you want," Robin cheered, her voice full of genuine delight.
She happily grabbed his hands and led him straight into the master bedroom, throwing herself back onto the bed.
She didn't hide herself or cover up; she spread her legs as wide as they could go, her knees nearly touching her shoulders, exposing her pink, swollen slit to him.
"Look at how wet I am for you. Put that big cock back inside me."
Tony ripped his clothes off, his broad, muscular chest gleaming in the moonlight spilling through the window.
His cock sprang free, thick, heavy, and pulsing with an angry vein.
He crawled onto the mattress, positioning himself over her like a predator over its prey.
He didn't offer a gentle kiss. He grabbed her by the hips, lifting her ass off the bed, and drove his massive cock straight into her wet, dripping pussy in one deep, unyielding plunge.
"Oh god, yes! Fuck me, Tony!" Robin shrieked, her hands flying to the headboard to anchor herself as he began to hammer into her.
The rhythm was brutal and athletic. Tony used his heavy frame to pin her down, his hips crashing into hers with a loud, rhythmic slap-slap-slap that filled the bedroom.
Robin was in absolute heaven. She kept her eyes locked on his face, her lips curved into a wide, breathless smile the entire time.
Every deep thrust stretched her pussy walls to their absolute limit, but the pressure only fueled her ecstasy.
"You like taking this big cock, don't you, Coach?" Tony panted, his teeth bared as he bottomed out, his pubic bone bruising hers.
"I love it! I love being used by you! Fuck your slut harder, Tony!" she screamed, her voice echoing in the empty house. She reached down, her own fingers finding her throbbing clit, rubbing it in frantic circles to match his punishing pace.
Tony flipped her over onto her stomach, grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling her head back.
Robin didn't protest; she let out a delighted giggle, arching her back and sticking her round ass out to give him a perfect angle.
He didn't even use lube; he just smeared his cock against the wetness leaking from her pussy and jammed his thick cock straight into her tight pussy from behind.
"Fuck, you're so wet, it's dripping," Tony groaned, his hands digging into her waist, leaving deep red prints as he rided her with an unrelenting fury.
"Make a mess of me, Tony! Put it all inside me!"
Robin cried into the pillow, her smile never fading.
The sheer, uninhibited freedom of submitting to his youthful aggression was pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
Her internal muscles clamped down on his dick like a vice, pulsing in rhythm with his strokes.
The friction was overwhelming. Robin’s body began to shake as a massive, screaming orgasm tore through her core.
She squirted against his thighs, her pussy drenching his balls in hot, slick fluids.
The intense, milking sensation was the breaking point for the young senior.
Tony let out a primal, animalistic roar, his entire body locking up as he thrust one final time, burying his massive cock deep inside her womb and shooting thick, hot ropes of cum into her pussy.
He collapsed on top of her, his heavy, sweaty chest pressing her into the mattress. They lay there for a long time, their breathing slowly returning to a normal rhythm in the dark room.
Robin rolled over, her face flushed, her hair a wild mess, but her smile was as bright as ever. She reached up, gently tracing the line of Tony’s jaw. "You are incredible, Tony. You have no idea what you do to me."
The next morning, the reality of the campus loomed, but the shift in their dynamic was permanent.
Robin sat at her kitchen table while Tony slept in, her mind already racing with an idea that had been forming for weeks—a way to make this raw, uninhibited freedom a permanent rule between them.
She opened her laptop and began to type, her fingers flying over the keys as she drafted a document that would strip away every boundary left between them.
The afternoon sun filtered through the high windows of the athletic department, but Robin’s mind was miles away from the upcoming game film.
She sat behind her desk, her fingers tapping against a crisp, white manila folder.
Across the desk sat Tony, still wearing his varsity track jacket, his broad shoulders filling out the chair.
The office door was locked, the blinds drawn tight against the bustling campus corridor outside.
"What's this about, Coach?" Tony asked, a faint, confident smirk playing on his lips. "We planning the next locker room session?"
Robin didn't answer with words. Instead, she offered him a wide, glowing smile that radiated pure excitement. She pushed the folder across the mahogany desk.
"Open it," she said softly, her voice full of anticipation.
Tony frowned slightly, reaching out with his thick, taped fingers to open the folder. Inside was a neatly typed, three-page document. At the top of the first page, in bold, professional lettering, read the title: FREE USE AGREEMENT AND WAIVER OF INTENT.
Tony’s eyes scanned the text. As he read, his smirk faded, replaced by an expression of sheer, unadulterated shock.
The document outline was explicit, leaving absolutely no room for interpretation.
It stated that Robin, 36, willingly and with full consent, granted Tony absolute, unrestricted access to her body at any time, in any place, under any circumstance.
It used terms like total physical submission, free use of all orifices, and immediate compliance upon demand.
"Coach..." Tony muttered, his throat suddenly dry as his eyes locked onto a clause detailing his right to use her during office hours, practices, or at her home without warning. "Are you fucking serious with this? You’re giving me full access? To everything? Whenever I want?"
"Completely serious," Robin cheered, her smile widening into a joyous grin as she leaned forward across the desk.
"I want you to have me, Tony. Every single part of me. No boundaries, no restrictions. If you’re horny on campus, I want you to take me. If you’re mad after a game, I’m your outlet. I want to be your total, compliant whore."
Tony stared at her, his testosterone surging as the sheer weight of the power dynamic hit him.
He looked at his assistant coach—a beautiful, fit, authoritative woman—willingly signing away her body to a 21 year old senior.
The thought made his cock instantly harden, expanding aggressively against the denim of his jeans until it was a thick, throbbing ridge.
"Sign it," Tony growled, his deep voice dropping an octave as he slid the document back to her, producing a black pen from his jacket pocket.