Used by the Hockey Player Free Use Erotica #4
"Tony," Robin breathed, an instant, radiant smile breaking across her face. Her eyes shone with absolute adoration as she looked up at her senior player. "You're supposed to be in film study."
"I got bored," Tony growled, his voice a deep, commanding rumble that made her pussy twitch with a fresh spike of lust. "The agreement says whenever I want, Coach. And right now, I need to put this big cock inside something tight."
He reached down, grabbed her by the waist, and hoisted her right onto the center of her mahogany desk, scattering stacks of player profiles and schedules onto the floor.
Robin didn't protest; she let out a delighted, breathless giggle, immediately leaning back on her elbows.
She happily hooked her legs over his broad shoulders, spreading her bare, swollen pussy wide under the harsh fluorescent office lights.
"Look at me, Tony," Robin cheered, her face twisted in a mask of pure, ecstatic submission. "I'm already soaking wet for you. I’ve been dripping all morning waiting for you to walk through that door."
Tony’s eyes went dark as he looked at her glistening, pink slit, which was practically weeping a thick trail of lubrication onto the polished wood of her desk.
He didn't waste time with sweet talk. He ripped his athletic shorts down, and his massive, nine-inch cock sprang free, fully engorged, thick as a soda can, and pulsing violently with a thick purple vein.
He stepped between her thighs, the heavy head of his dick smearing against her wet clit. Without an ounce of hesitation, Tony delivered a powerful, athletic thrust, burying his entire shaft to the hilt inside her tight pussy.
"Oh god, yes! Fuck me, Tony!" Robin shrieked, her voice echoing in the small office. She quickly slapped a hand over her own mouth, her eyes wide with a thrilling mix of fear and absolute ecstasy as she remembered the busy hallway just inches away on the other side of the door.
The rhythm Tony set was brutal and unrelenting.
He leaned over her, his broad, heavy chest pinning her down against the desk as his hips hammered into her with a rhythmic, wet slap-slap-slap.
Every deep, bone-crushing plunge made her desk shake, the wood creaking under the strain, but Robin only smiled wider through the intense friction.
She loved the raw, youthful aggression of his movements, the sheer power of being used right in the middle of her workplace.
"You're such a dirty little slut, Robin," Tony panted, baring his teeth as his pubic bone violently bruised hers. "Taking your player’s big cock while the other coaches are walking right outside the door."
"Yes! I'm your slut, Tony! Fuck your whore harder!" Robin whispered loudly, her smile radiant as she took every single inch of his monstrous girth. She reached down, her fingers frantically rubbing her own engorged clit to match his punishing pace, adding to the overwhelming sensory overload.
Outside, a group of hockey players walked past the door, their loud voices and laughter clearly audible inside the room. One of them even knocked casually on the frosted glass. "Hey, Coach Robin? You in there? We need the key to the equipment shed."
Tony froze, his massive cock buried deep inside her womb, his heavy body dripping sweat onto her bare breasts. His heart was hammering against his ribs like a trapped animal.
Robin, however, just chuckled softly, her fingers tracing the muscles of his neck.
Her smile was downright wicked as she looked up at him with unblinking adoration.
She didn't tell him to pull out. Instead, she gently tilted her pelvis upward, using her internal walls to squeeze and milk his thick shaft while he stayed perfectly still inside her.
The sheer danger of the moment sent a violent, burning spike of heat straight to her core.
"I think she's at lunch, man, let's check the main office," the player outside said, and the footsteps finally receded down the hall.
The moment the voices faded, Tony lost his mind.
He pulled his cock almost entirely out of her, the dripping wet tip snagging on her swollen outer lips, before slamming back in with a primal, unrestrained fury.
He picked up the pace until his hips were a blurred sprint of muscle and sweat, railing her into the desk with no regard for the noise.
"You like being my free-use whore, don't you, Coach?" Tony whispered aggressively, his hands gripping her hair to pull her face close to his.
"I love it, Tony! I'm all yours! Make a mess of me!" Robin screamed through her teeth.
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 clamping down on his shaft in pulsing, electric waves as she squirted violently across the desk, drenching his thighs in hot, slick fluids.
The tight, milking contractions of her body were too much for the young athlete to handle.
Tony let out a low, guttural roar, his muscles locking up as he delivered one final, bone-deep thrust, shooting thick, hot ropes of cum deep inside her pussy.
He stayed buried inside her for a long minute, his sweaty forehead resting against her shoulder as they both breathed hard in the quiet office. Robin lay on the desk, papers scattered around her, her legs still twitching from the intensity, but her smile was as bright and triumphant as ever.
"You did so good, Tony," she whispered happily, kissing his cheek as she felt his warm seed leaking out of her.
The crisp autumn air bit at Robin’s bare skin, but she was burning hot from the inside out.
It was Friday night, and the university stadium was packed for the annual homecoming track exhibition.
High-powered floodlights illuminated the field, and the roar of the crowd was a constant, deafening vibration through the concrete foundations of the arena structure.
Robin was supposed to be hosting a donor reception in the alumni lounge, but a text from Tony ten minutes prior had shattered her professional focus: Under the east bleachers. Section 14. Now, slut.
She hadn't hesitated. Robin bypassed the reception, slipped through a staff exit, and navigated the shadows beneath the massive steel superstructure of the stadium.
Beneath the bleachers, it was a jungle of metal scaffolding, discarded equipment, and deep pockets of darkness.
Above her, thousands of fans stamped their feet, the rhythmic thudding vibrating through the very air.
Under her short, pleated team skirt, Robin was completely bare.
Her pussy was already slick with an intense, overflowing wetness, a thick trail of lubrication cooling against her inner thighs.
The Free Use Agreement was her absolute reality now, a secret contract that transformed her from a respected assistant coach into a total, compliant plaything at a moment's notice.
She found him tucked behind a stack of oversized foam landing mats.
Tony was leaning against a steel support beam, still wearing his varsity hockey track jacket.
The ambient light from the stadium cast sharp, aggressive angles across his broad face.
His athletic shorts were pulled down to his knees, and his massive, nine-inch cock was already fully erect, throbbing violently in the cool air, thick as a brick and engorged with pure testosterone.
"You took your time," Tony growled, his voice cutting through the overhead rumble of the crowd.
Robin didn't look offended; instead, a wide, ecstatic smile spread across her face, her eyes shining with absolute adoration. "The crowd was thick. But I'm here. I'm always here when you want me."
"Get against the beam," Tony commanded, his eyes locking onto her wet, exposed thighs.
Robin giggled with pure delight. She turned around, pressing her palms against the cold, rough steel of the stadium support beam.
She bent over, hiking her pleated skirt all the way up over her waist to expose her round, bare ass, her pink pussy lips glistening under the faint light leaking through the bleacher slats above.
She pushed her hips back, presenting herself like a prize animal.
"Look at how ready I am for you, Tony," Robin cheered breathlessly, her face pressed near the steel. "I’ve been dripping for you all through the athletic director's speech. Put that big hockey cock inside me."
Tony stepped up behind her, his massive hands grabbing her hips with a rough, iron grip that would surely leave marks.
He didn't use lube. He simply aligned the heavy, purple head of his dick with her soaking wet opening.
With one powerful, athletic surge of his hips, he drove his entire nine-inch shaft inside her pussy in a single, brutal plunge.
"Oh god, yes! Fuck me, Tony!" Robin shrieked, her voice swallowed by a sudden eruption of cheers from the crowd above as a runner crossed the finish line.
The rhythm Tony set was frantic and dominant, fueled by the risk of discovery and the high-energy atmosphere of the stadium.
He hammered into her from behind, his pubic bone slamming against her glutes with a heavy, rhythmic thud-thud-thud.
Dust and bits of debris drifted down from the stomping feet of the spectators directly above them, coating their sweating skin, but Robin only smiled wider through the intense friction.
She loved the raw, uninhibited freedom of being used like a common piece of property while thousands of oblivious people cheered just yards away.
"You're a crazy fucking slut, Robin," Tony panted aggressively, his teeth bared as his hands moved to her waist, lifting her slightly to change the angle and bury himself even deeper. "Taking your senior player under the bleachers during a university event."
"Yes! I'm your slut, Tony! Use your whore however you want!" Robin cried out, her face twisted in a mask of total, joyful submission. She arched her back, offering him every millimeter of her tight, stretching internal walls.
Suddenly, a pair of campus security guards walked into the aisle just twenty feet away, their flashlights cutting through the darkness under the structure. The beam of light danced across the concrete floor, mere inches from where Tony's discarded sneakers lay.