Used by the Hockey Player Free Use Erotica #3
Robin didn't hesitate for a fraction of a second. Her face beamed with absolute adoration as she gripped the pen. With a smooth, practiced stroke, she signed her name on the dotted line at the bottom of the page, officially granting him total ownership of her body.
The moment the ink dried, the contract was active.
Tony stood up, his massive frame instantly towering over the desk.
He didn't ask for permission; the document in front of him meant he never had to ask again.
He walked around the desk, his movements heavy and deliberate.
Robin stayed in her chair, her knees falling open instinctively as she looked up at him with a wide, eager smile, her breath hitching in her throat.
"Get on the floor," Tony commanded.
Robin giggled with pure delight, immediately dropping to her hands and knees on the carpet beneath her desk.
She hiked her athletic skirt up over her waist, revealing that she wasn't wearing any panties.
She had come to work completely bare, fully expecting him to enforce the agreement.
Her pussy was already soaking wet, a thick, glistening trail of slick lubrication coating her inner thighs.
"Look at you," Tony muttered, tearing his jeans down to his thighs. His massive cock sprang free, fully engorged, thick as a brick and pulsing with an angry purple vein. "Already dripping for me. You really are a dirty little slut, aren't you, Coach?"
"Yes, Tony! I'm your slut! Use me!" Robin cheered from the floor, her face pressed against the carpet as she pushed her round ass high into the air, presenting her dripping pussy and her tight, puckered asshole to him.
Tony didn't use any lube. He grabbed her by the hips, his large hands digging into her flesh, and positioned the heavy head of his dick against her wet opening. With one violent, unrelenting thrust, he buried his entire 9 inch cock inside her pussy.
"Oh god, yes! Fuck me, Tony!" Robin shrieked, her voice muffled by the desk as her internal walls were stretched to their absolute capacity by his athletic girth.
The rhythm was fast and punishing. Tony leaned over her back, his heavy chest pressing her down into the floor as he hammered into her from behind.
The sound of his balls slapping against her clit was loud and rhythmic in the quiet office.
Slap, slap, slap. Every deep plunge made the desk rattle, but Robin only smiled through the intense friction, her body vibrating with pure pleasure as she took every inch of his youthful aggression.
"You're mine now, Robin," Tony panted, his hands moving to her hair, pulling her head back so she had to look at him. "Every hole. Whenever I want."
"Yes, Tony! It’s all yours! Fuck your whore!" she screamed, her face twisted in a mask of total ecstasy.
The friction against her engorged clit was too much to handle.
Robin’s pussy walls began to clamp down on his shaft in violent, pulsing spasms as a screaming orgasm ripped through her core.
She squirted violently against his thighs, her slick juices drenching his pubic hair.
The intense, tight milking action broke Tony’s restraint.
He let out a primal roar, his body locking up as he slammed deep into her pussy, shooting thick, hot ropes of cum deep inside her pussy.
He stayed buried inside her for a long minute, both of them breathing hard in the dim light of the office. Robin lay on the floor, her legs twitching, but her smile was as bright and triumphant as ever. The agreement was signed, the seal was set, and she was officially his free use plaything.
The campus arena was dead quiet by the time midnight rolled around, the ice resurfacer having long since finished its rounds.
The only illumination in the main locker room came from the dim, amber safety lights overhead, casting long shadows across the empty stalls.
Tony had texted her just twenty minutes ago—a single, aggressive command that read: Locker room. Now.
Robin hadn’t even paused to change out of her coaching gear.
She had rushed down the concrete corridors, her heart hammering with a wild, addictive thrill.
Under her tight track pants, she was completely bare, her pussy already dripping a slick trail of arousal down her inner thighs.
The Free Use Agreement was only days old, but the sheer liberation of being completely at his mercy had consumed her entire reality.
She pushed the heavy metal door open. Tony was waiting for her, leaning against the central equipment table.
He was still in his sweaty practice jersey, his massive, athletic frame casting an intimidating silhouette.
His jockstrap was pushed down to his thighs, and his cock was already fully erect—a thick, heavy slab of meat pulsing with an angry vein, completely engorged from the testosterone of a three-hour practice.
"You're late," Tony growled, his voice a deep rumble in the empty facility.
Robin didn't flinch or look upset. Instead, a wide, ecstatic smile broke across her face, her eyes shining with absolute adoration. "I'm sorry, Tony. I came as fast as I could."
"Strip," he commanded, not moving from his spot. "I want to look at my whore before I use her."
Robin happily giggled, her fingers flying to the zipper of her track jacket.
She threw it aside, revealing her full, bare breasts, her nipples already rock hard in the cool arena air.
She quickly peeled her pants down, stepping out of them and standing completely naked on the rubber flooring.
She spread her legs slightly, letting him see the glistening wetness that coated her pink, swollen pussy lips.
"Look at how horny you make me, Tony," Robin cheered, her voice full of genuine pride. "I've been dripping for you all through the team meeting."
Tony’s eyes went dark at the sight. He stepped forward, his massive hands grabbing her by the hair, tilting her head back with a rough, dominant grip.
He didn't kiss her. He dragged her over to the nearest player stall, forcing her down until her back hit the hard wooden bench.
He shoved her knees all the way back to her chest, completely exposing her dripping pussy and her tight, puckered asshole.
"We didn't get to check out this hole yet, Robin," Tony muttered, his thumb tracing the tight rim of her rear. "The agreement says all holes. I'm taking your asshole tonight."
Robin’s smile didn't fade for a second; if anything, the thrill of the new boundary made her pussy twitch with a violent spike of lust. "Yes, Tony! Please! Stretch it open! Use your whore’s asshole!"
Tony didn't use any artificial lube. He reached down and scooped up a heavy handful of the slick, thick juices leaking from her pussy, smearing it aggressively over her tight star.
He positioned the heavy, dark head of his 9 inch cock against her rear opening.
He didn't hesitate. With a powerful, athletic thrust of his hips, he drove his massive shaft forward.
Robin—let out a sharp, piercing cry into the empty locker room as her tight asshole was forced to expand around his monstrous girth. The skin stretched taut, turning a bright, angry red as he buried himself halfway in.
"Fuck, you're tight," Tony groaned, his jaw clenched as he gripped her thighs for leverage.
"I can take it, Tony! Do it! Fuck my asshole!" Robin encouraged, gasping for breath but keeping her face twisted in a mask of pure, joyful submission. She reached up, her hands cupping her own breasts, squeezing her nipples as she looked up at him with unblinking adoration.
Tony bucked his hips, driving the rest of his cock inside until his pubic bone slammed against her.
He began a brutal, unrelenting rhythm, his heavy frame pounding her into the wooden bench with a rhythmic, heavy slap-slap-slap that echoed off the metal lockers.
Every deep thrust stretched her rear to its absolute limit, the pressure reaching deep into her gut.
The sensation was overwhelming. Robin was caught in a whirlwind of pure physical dominance, her pussy pulsing and weeping onto the bench while her asshole was being absolutely claimed by her star player. She kept crying out his name, her voice a mix of breathless moans and ecstatic laughter.
"You like being used like a common piece of team equipment, don't you, Coach?" Tony panted, picking up the pace until his movements were a blurred sprint of muscle and sweat.
"Yes! I'm your equipment! Ruin me, Tony!" she screamed.
The intense friction against her internal walls and the brutal handling of her body pushed Robin straight over the edge.
A screaming, violent orgasm tore through her core, her pussy squirting a hot torrent of fluids across the bench as she convulsed around him.
The tight, pulsing contractions of her body were too much for the young athlete to handle.
Tony let out a primal roar, his muscles locking up as he delivered one final, bone deep thrust, shooting thick, hot cum deep into her stretched asshole.
He stayed buried inside her for a long minute, his sweaty chest heaving against her bare legs. Robin lay there, her body trembling from the intensity, but her smile was as bright and triumphant as ever as she felt his hot seed filling her rear.
"You did so good, Tony," she whispered happily, tracing his bicep. "I'm so glad I signed that paper."
The following Tuesday, the athletic department was in full swing.
The hallway outside Robin’s office was alive with the sounds of heavy footsteps, slamming locker doors, and students chatting between classes.
Inside, Robin was trying to focus on a scouting report, but the familiar, thick wetness between her thighs made it impossible.
True to her word, she wasn't wearing panties under her pleated khaki skirt.
She was a sitting duck, and she loved every second of the anticipation.
Suddenly, the door handle jiggled. The lock clicked, and the door swung open.
Tony stepped inside, shutting the door behind him and throwing the deadbolt with a sharp, final snap. He looked completely dialled in, his varsity jacket open, a dangerous, hungry look in his eyes. He didn't say a word. He walked straight over to her desk, grabbed her laptop, and slammed it shut.