In fact, I was beginning to enjoy this level of depravity. I couldn’t recall the last time I had been so happy. As weird as this week had been, it had been the best few days of my life. As a convenience store cashier, I was drifting through life without direction. Each day blended into the last. Now, Amanda had given me purpose. I found meaning in my life by being Maria.
I heard my Mistress groan in delirium. “Oh… suck it down you little slut. Ah!”
I knew she was experiencing an orgasm. It forced her to withdraw the strap-on from my lips. I immediately gasped for air and Amanda took a few deep breaths of her own. Then, she flipped me around so that my abdomen was down on the bed.
It was only a brief respite from what was yet to come.
Amanda hiked up my skirt, pulled down my panties, and brought the strap-on to the rosebud of my ass. Instead of dread, I felt relief at the prospect of having a dildo shoved up my ass. I was dying for something to fuck me and relieve the tension in my body.
My experience earlier with the dildo had helped loosen me up. Nevertheless, I knew it wouldn’t be as comfortable as having it in my mouth. The strap-on was much thicker than the one I had experimented with before. I took a lungful and air and steadied myself for was to come.
“AHHHHH!”
In the blink of an eye, Amanda thrust into me. I cried out as the shaft stretched my ass to its limits. Nonetheless, the saliva-coated dildo penetrated me with surprising ease.
Before I could even get used to it, she began fucking me with the strap-on. I was somehow managing to bear almost the entire length of the shaft. I was thankful for experimenting earlier with her smaller dildo. Soon, my skin prickled with tinges of pleasure.
Amanda thrust enthusiastically as if this was a live performance. I knew the strap-on was teasing her clit with every movement. She went from climax to climax as the dildo railed me.
My cock was as hard and stiff as the dildo pounding me. It felt trapped within my panties. I knew I was brewing an explosive release within my balls.
Likewise, Amanda was groaning and climaxing above me. There was no grace or rhythm to her thrusts. She was simply fucking me senseless. Nevertheless, I saw her ready the riding crop. My Mistress raised it high…
THWAK!
I felt the riding crop hit my ass cheek. “Ah!”
I moaned in erotic delirium as she spanked my ass with the riding crop. Drilling into me from above, she demanded. “Tell me you love getting spanked, Maria!”
“I love getting spanked!” I moaned. She hit my ass again and again. “Ah! Ah! AH!”
I knew we were both reaching our limit. I needed to come so badly. “Mistress, I’m coming!”
Amanda kept fucking me harder and harder. I knew the dildo was grinding up against her pussy. “Come for me, Maria! AHHHH!”
My cock was like a steel pipe about to unleash its load. The semen inside of me felt like a shotgun cartridge primed to blow. Finally, I got the spark I needed and came with tremendous power.
When I started coming, I knew she was experiencing an orgasm was well. I climaxed hard and shot my load onto the bed. Amanda kept fucking me and slapping my ass. It felt I like cock was spewing its sticky load for hours and hours. Finally, I collapsed under my Mistress as she finally withdrew her dildo.
My panties were soaked with hot come. I couldn’t remember the last time I had such a long and explosive orgasm. It made my little experiment with the dildo look like a firecracker.
Amanda looked exhausted as well. She stopped thrusting and withdrew her strap-on from my thoroughly fucked asshole. I barely noticed it slide out of me. “Oh… you were amazing Mark…”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re welcome… Mistress Mandy…”
It was quite the mess underneath my groin. The hot come had leaked out of my panties and onto the bedsheets. Nevertheless, I had milked every last drop out of my balls.
“I’m going to delete all the video footage I have you,” Amanda said, taking off the harness of her strap-on. I almost forgot that was the reason I even agreed to this in the first place. “You’ve more than kept your side of the deal.”
I smiled. “Thanks!”
“You’re a free man now,” Amanda sighed. She almost seemed a bit disappointed in the result. “You’re much better than any of the other men I’ve played with in the past. You’re so sensitive and emotional. I know that I’ll miss you. In any case, you’re free to leave…”
That stopped me cold. I didn’t want to go back to being Mark the underachieving convenience store clerk. I liked being Maria. I loved being treated like a plaything by a dominatrix. “I guess I will…”
Thankfully, Amanda shared my thoughts. “Hold on, Mark. This doesn’t have to be goodbye. We can still work together if you’re up for it.”
I raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”
“On a practical point of view, I still need a caretaker for this house,” she answered. “I won’t be able to sell it anytime soon. It’s much too big for me to live in and clean. It has plenty of space for two people.”
“Two people?” I asked in surprise. “You mean…”
“I can pay you to be my caretaker… and my personal assistant,” Amanda said mischievously. I knew exactly what she was implying. “I need someone to take care of the house. And take care of me. So how about it… Maria?”
I planted a kiss on her lips. “I love taking care of things, Mistress Mandy.”
Chapter 1
I was king of the ice.
No one could defeat me on this sacred battlefield. When it came to hockey, I was the best there was. It may have been just college hockey but I could play like an NHL great.
I could send a puck flying through the air like a sniper’s bullet. I swatted away enforcers like they were flies. None of them could stop me when I built up enough momentum.
My mental game was even better. I never let an opponent’s lead in the score box discourage me. I was cool and calm like an assassin. My nerves of steel had won more penalty shootouts than I could count.
However, I did have one weakness…
“Faster!” my coach growled at me as I passed him in the rink. I was going as fast as I could on my hockey skates. My legs burned as I tried to accelerate with a full set of hockey gear on me. The rest of my teammates shifted into top gear as well. “You won’t be able to land a goal if you’re this slow!”
Sure, I had great puck handling and shooting skills. My speed and acceleration, however, left something to be desired. I wasn’t exactly a snail. In fact, I was one of the faster players on the team. It’s just that my role demanded agility and I didn’t exactly have the best skating skills.
As the center of the team, I needed to get where I needed to be as quickly as possible. A few seconds could be the difference between a successful play and a crushing defeat. Despite my lack of speed, not too many players in the college league were able to put up much of a fight against me. I was just too big and powerful for them to stop.
This would change once I entered the big leagues. The NHL only allowed the best talent to enter. They ate up weak players for breakfast. Only the toughest and most skilled athletes survived. I could end up relegated to a minor league if I didn’t fix my skating issues. After all, my dream was to play in the NHL.
“Sloppy,” my coach groaned with a sigh. This was the quickest our team had ever done a lap around the rink but that still hadn’t impressed him. I couldn’t blame him for being a little hard on us. Last season, we had made it to the finals and lost because of our speed. Our college hockey team hadn’t won the title in decades. “Alright, take some rest. Drink up while you’re at it.”
I sat down next to winger named Adam. He always had my back on and off the ice. “Jeremy, just how much time is left in practice?”
“You know what Coach Smith said,” I whispered back, glancing at the clock. It really didn’t matter what time it was. “That bell means hell. This guy will have us train for another hour if he�
��s unsatisfied.”
Adam rubbed his legs. “We’ve been doing nothing but laps for the past week. It’s like we’re speed skaters instead of hockey players!”
“He’s been really on my case because of my speed,” I replied with a sigh. “It doesn’t matter how many goals I make or how many games we win. I’m the best damn player this college has ever seen but it’s always about my skating skills.”
My friend rolled his eyes. “The great Jeremy Thompson has a ticket straight to the NHL. I know that a few scouts are already stalking you. Leave some glory for the rest of us.”
“Hey, it’s true,” I said, holding my hands up in defense. It may have been immodest but it was the truth. “We’ve been on a huge winning streak. You wouldn’t have been able to tell with the way coach has been holding practices. Maybe it’s what we need to win the championship.”
While it sounded like I was bitching, I really did respect Coach Smith. Sure, he was strict but he always pushed us to be the best we could be. The man wanted all of us to enter the NHL and become the next generation of great players.
“Coach Smith’s brought in a woman to help us train,” Adam said out of the blue. “I saw her come in earlier when I was cleaning my locker in the morning.”
That was interesting. All of the coaching staff were men. “Who is she? Some nutritionist? A sports psychologist?”
He shook his head. “No, she’s a figure skater who used to be pretty famous.”
I groaned. “I don’t know why some dainty figure skater is on the coaching team. Just who is she?”
Adam shrugged. “I just overheard that she’s a graduate student at college. They bought her in because of her knowledge of skating skills.”
Before I could make a retort about the sissy sport of figure skating, a voice bellowed. “Thompson! Get in my office right now.”
I looked up to see Coach Smith hailing me from his office outside the ice rink. “Coach?”
“Move it, Thompson!” he yelled, clapping his hands. His forehead furrowed with impatience. I couldn’t recall the last time I had seen him act happy. “We don’t have all day.”
Even Adam agreed. “Just place me in your will once he’s done eviscerating you.”
I rolled my eyes as I took off my skates and put on shoes. “Don’t be so dramatic. He’s not going to chew me out. I’ve been scoring goals and winning games.”
“Thompson! Don’t dillydally!”
I broke out into a sprint. “Yes, coach!”
Racing into his office, I found Coach Smith going through a few folders. He didn’t even bother to look up at me. I may have been the star of the team but that didn’t mean I got any special treatment from him.
I cleared my throat and asked. “Coach Smith? You wanted to see me?”
“Take a seat,” he said, making it sound like a command. “I suppose you’re wondering why I brought you in here. Jeremy, have you thought much about entering the NHL?”
Indeed, a lot of college athletes were scouted out by the big leagues. I was no exception. A superstar like me attracted a lot of scouts. I could probably get fast-tracked to the starting lineup of an NHL team. “It’s the only thing any of us think about, Coach.”
“As your coach, I have to help you succeed to the best of your ability,” he continued. “Don’t get me wrong, Jeremy. You’re talented and have a great future ahead of you. An athlete like you just has to seize the opportunity. I’m going to help you achieve it.”
I couldn’t remember the last time he had praised me. “Thank you, Coach!”
Then he got serious again. “Your skating skills are good for the college league but the NHL is a whole other story. I’ve heard that you’re trying to improve your speed, correct?”
“I’ve done a lot of sprinting on and off the ice,” I answered with a nod. You needed to train off ice in the gym if you wanted to succeed on the ice. “I’ve also put in extra practice time for doing laps.”
“I like your resolve, son,” he replied. “But there’s only so much you can do on your own.”
I wondered where he was going with this. “I’m already working with one of the assistant coaches on my skating skills.”
“Couch Daniels?” he asked. I confirmed with a nod before he continued. “He’s a good man but I think you could do with another approach. I want you to learn to use your skates as if they were an extension of your body. You can’t learn that from a hockey coach. I’m thinking that you need outside help.”
I blinked in confusion. “Outside help?”
It wasn’t like I was slacking off about the issue. I had put in extra time with the coaching staff to improve my speed. Besides, scouts would have one less thing to critique when appraising me. However, I wasn’t improving fast enough.
Coach Smith hit the buzzer to his intercom. “Come on in, Clare.”
A young woman in an office dress entered the room. I did a double-take since you didn’t see too many women at hockey practice. She was tall with toned legs under her pantyhose. Her hair was tied into an elegant bun. It almost look she had walked into the wrong part of campus.
This woman didn’t look that much older than me and I guessed that she was a graduate student. In fact, she looked more like a teacher than a student. I wouldn’t have been surprised to learn that she was a TA for a professor.
However, I knew an athlete when I saw one. Her muscles were too toned for someone who did yoga on weekends. You didn’t get that kind of lean muscle by holding poses. The young woman wasn’t bad looking either. There was a dainty quality to her as if she were a princess.
Glancing at me, she broke the silence. “Mr. Smith, you wanted to see me?”
“Claire Sears, this is the player I was talking about, Jeremy Thompson,” Coach Smith said, almost sounding fatherly. Then, he turned to face me. “Jeremy, you’ll be working with her.”
I stared blankly at Claire. “Working with her?”
She replied in a soft voice. “Jeremy, I’ll be teaching you.”
“She’s a figure skater,” Coach Smith clarified. That explained where she got that athletic look from. “She’s been to the Olympics and has won a number of medals. She was even the world champion a few times.”
Claire giggled. “Please, Mr. Smith. That was a long time ago. I’m a teacher now.”
“Well, I need you to teach Jeremy everything from the basics to advanced techniques,” he replied. I could barely follow what was going on. “He wants to improve his skating skills. You’re just what he needs.”
I stared at the two of them disbelief. “You’re going to have a figure skater teach me?”
“Claire had medaled at world championships and the Olympics,” he replied, making it sound like this was the best idea ever. “She could beat anyone in the team in a race around the rink. With her help, you’ll be outracing everyone else in this league.”
This whole idea made me feel like a lost cause. However, I knew better than to start up an argument about being taught by a figure skater. My coach could have me kicked off the team for mouthing off. “Wow… that’s a neat idea coach.”
“I knew you would like it,” he said with a beaming smile. “She’ll make you as fast as a cruise missile. Remember to give her the same respect that you give me. She’s good friends with the NHL commission.”
My ears perked up at that. Any friend of the NHL was a friend of mine. “Friends?”
“More like family,” Claire said, looking a bit embarrassed. “Several of my relatives are managers for the league. The men of my family were always interested in hockey while the women drifted towards figure skating. My uncle is on their board of directors.”
That changed everything.
Claire could put in a good word for me. I just to show her the old Jeremy Thompson charm and win her over. Enduring a few hours of figure skating practice would be well worth the chance to network with the NHL.
I wanted to land a starting position at a good team. Your skill and talent only took y
ou so far. Knowing the right people could open a lot of doors.
“I’ll let the two of you hash out the details,” my coach stated. “Jeremy I expect you to do whatever Claire asks of you. If I hear any complaints from her, then you’re off the team.”
I nearly gulped. I knew a threat when I heard one. “Yes, Coach!”
Claire chimed in and typed up a schedule on her phone. “How does tomorrow evening sound? Is seven at night okay with you?”
I chuckled. “Sounds great. Just don’t make me wear tights or do spins.”
She laughed as well. “Oh, I won’t make you wear tights. See you tomorrow.”
I watched as she left the office in her high heels. Maybe this arrangement wouldn’t be so bad. Claire seemed like a total pushover. I could probably go on autopilot during our training sessions. How hard could they be?
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