“Hey! What in the fuck is happening here! We have a game to play, let’s not waste our energy on sex right now, boys. Let’s go!” The coach’s voice bellowed and the guys scattered, leaving me with my legs open and my pussy bared. I felt a sense of shame as his eyes rested between my legs and he shook his head the way my father had when he realized I had lost my virginity.
“After the game,” I promised them. “I’ll be here to take your dicks after the game!” I showed them my pretty pussy, flashing it at them so they could get their glimpse before they pined away for it until they were back inside of me. I wanted all of them equally, knowing that the more cocks that fucked me the more likely I would be to actually get satisfied. I was always horny and no matter how many hockey players I found that wanted to fuck me, I hadn’t ever felt quite this nasty and I liked the way it was making me feel. I was on edge, every little sensation sending me into spasms. I couldn’t believe how raw I was, how even the gentlest touch set me aglow.
I walked out of the locker room, smoothing my clothes back into place and heading to the restroom to fix my makeup. I wanted to look good for the team when they were done with their game. I imagined them hot and sweaty, not even bothering to shower before they pounded all of my holes with their angry cocks. I made sure I looked extra special with my magenta lipstick and sparkling eye shadow before I made my way toward the rink. I took an empty seat that wasn’t mine in a row that probably cost a thousand dollars a ticket. I pretended I belonged there and with my VIP lanyard, I did belong there.
Florida didn’t win the game, and though I just as easily could have gone for the opposing team, I had already had a taste of the Florida team’s dicks and I’m not one to start something and not finish it. I made sure to get back to their locker room before the game ended just so I could be there if any of them needed a punching bag to take their loss out on. I wanted to be that fuckbag that they pounded out their frustrations on. They were the kind of violence that I craved and as I situated myself in my Canadian hockey jersey with my legs spread I knew that I was setting myself up to get absolutely brutalized.
The guys came in, every one of them looking angry or disturbed by their loss. I could see the anguish in their eyes and I knew what I had to do. I began to shoot them horny looks that couldn’t be mistaken for anything but lust. I licked my lips and brought my fingers to my mouth and licked them. I returned my fingers to my pussy and rubbed my clit until it felt so good that I couldn’t help but moan with pleasure.
“What are you doing here?” one of the players asked me.
“I’m here to let you pound my holes until you feel better,” I answered flippantly. The player smiled.
“If I get my dick out will you suck it?”
“Yeah, if that’s what you want!” I said with excitement. I loved the thought of having a hockey player’s cock down my throat. I knew that these guys were probably extremely famous in America, but I didn’t know any of them. They were all strangers to me and the only thing that I knew I liked about them was that they played hockey. I had made a pact with myself when I was younger to drain every hockey player’s cock that I could. I wanted to make sure each and every one of their horny cocks were drained when it needed to be.