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David might have just scored the game-winning goal in overtime, but nothing matched the high he felt pushing open the door to the McGill ice rink equipment cupboard to see his girlfriend waiting for him. Immediately, he sank to his knees at Yuna’s feet, a servant returning to his master.
“Congratulations, baby,” his girlfriend crooned indulgently as she leant down to kiss him.
“God, you look gorgeous,” David couldn’t help but whisper, taking in the sight of her looming over him.
“Do you like seeing me in your jersey?” Yuna said as she cupped his cheek, tilting his face up to meet her eyes.
Did he like seeing her in his jersey? Fuck, David was already so hard at the sight of her that he felt he might rip his jeans. He felt a sense of possessive pride at the knowledge that his girlfriend had had his last name on her back the whole game; Every time he had possession of the puck and the announcers said his name, everyone around her knew who he belonged to. The way the jersey looked comically large on her, falling off one shoulder and landing mid-thigh, should have made her look smaller, but as he looked up at her in her stilettos, she felt impossibly tall.
“Yes, you look so beautiful.” David managed to speak, after minutes of just taking her in.
“You played so well today, baby, “ Yuna cooed, playing with the collar of his jersey and flashing more of her gorgeous, smooth skin, “I got so wet watching you keep the puck away from Anderson in the second period. Had to keep myself from stuffing my fingers in my pussy there and then.”
Any other girl would have congratulated him for his goal - a sharp top-shelf in overtime. Of course Yuna would have noticed his stick handling mid-game. He felt drool collect in his mouth at the image of Yuna fucking herself in the game watching him, with all the fans around her knowing exactly who was making her so desperate. David felt impossibly proud at the fact that he had left her too needy to even been able to wait from him to get home, instead meeting him in a fucking cupboard at the rink.
“Do you want to see how wet I got watching you play?” Yuna asked, brushing her thumb over his now open lips.
Yuna had been wearing a denim skirt under his jersey before the game, a fact he remembered keenly as he had spent the drive over skating his fingers over her thigh and squeezing her ass under the hem of it. Now, however, his jersey hit bare legs, making it look as though she was wearing nothing underneath it. Her smooth skin and high heels made her legs look a hundred miles long.
“Yes,” David whimpered, his desperation leaking into his voice.
Yuna raised one eyebrow, removing her hand from where it had been stroking his face, and David knew exactly what she wanted him to say,
“Please, mommy, let me see,” he begged.
In response, Yuna lifted the hem of his jersey, revealing her black panties. His girlfriend had never been one for lacy or fancy lingerie, but the sight of her soaked cotton underwear directly in front of David’s face left him softly panting. Her scent filled his nose, a deep musk with a slight tang to it, and it was all David could do to restrain himself from burying his nose in her.
“Can I take your panties off, please, mommy?” David pleaded, leaning back onto his heels.
“Of course, baby. No hands.” Yuna reminded him gently, her smile growing as David clasped his hands behind his back: the picture of obedience.
Above him, Yuna let out a soft gasp as David wasted no time in leaning forwards and mouthing at her hip. It was certainly an awkward task - he had to grasp the waistband of her panties in his teeth and pull them down, before switching to the other side to bring them down there as well, and Yuna made no attempt to help him - but he was euphoric at the opportunity to help his mommy. Once her panties fell to her ankles, Yuna placed a glossy red heel on David’s shoulders, one at a time, so that he was able to pull them off and leave her pussy fully exposed.
Looking up at her pretty pussy, dripping with slick and already clenching around air, David was unable to restrain himself from leaning forwards and licking a flat stripe across her cunt. Closing his eyes, he savoured the salty taste spreading across his mouth.
He was broken out of his reverie by a sharp slap across his cheek, leaving his face stinging and eyes watering.
“Did mommy give you permission to touch me? Don’t be a brat. Good boys ask before touching.” Yuna scolded him mercilessly, and it was all David could do to stop himself from humping the cold concrete floor.
“Now, because you were mommy’s good little winner today, I’ll forgive that mistake.” Yuna pinched his still-stinging cheek that had surely gone red.
“Please let me eat your pussy, mommy,” David begged.
“Fine,” Yuna sighed, as though this were a great concession, “but no hands, and no touching yourself,” she ordered, spreading her legs so they were either side of David’s head.
Eagerly, David dove into her cunt, circling her pulsing clit and licking each of her silky folds. He plunged his tongue into her hole, fucking her as she clenched around him. Everything around him collapsed until his world was only Yuna’s hot, wet pussy. Yuna’s hands came down to his head, tugging at his hair, as she began to ride his tongue.
David had no idea how much time had passed before he felt Yuna begin to reach the edge. Her hands started pulling harder at his hair and her thighs squeezed his head like a vice. It should have been uncomfortable, but David knew this was where he was happiest - suffocated by his girlfriend’s thighs and eating her out.
He switched to sucking on her clit, letting his teeth graze against the now enlarged and throbbing bud, as Yuna began to moan above him.
“Fuck! David, fuck, so good, such a good boy for mommy, fuck,” Yuna panted heavily in between her cried out expletives.
David continued to suck on her clit with renewed fervour, knowing that she needed the continued stimulation to ride out her orgasm. Only once her stuttered breaths had quietened and her legs gently parted from his head did David lean back, licking up the mixture of come and slick splayed across his lips.
“Thank you, baby,” Yuna whispered, her voice more hoarse and face flushed.
“I want you to take your dick out now. You’ve been such a good boy, gonna let mommy’s little winner fuck her,” she continued, pupils dilating as she sat down on the floor in front of him, and unzipped his tented jeans.
David groaned as his cock was freed of a layer of trappings, still painfully hard. Rolling down David’s jeans, Yuna squeezed his erection over his boxers, smiling at how he had soaked through the fabric.
“So desperate to fuck your mommy, you’ve already drenched your underwear,” she murmured, continuing to fondle his clothed cock.
David whimpered and bucked his hips at Yuna’s ministrations, knees buckling under him until he was sitting knee-to-knee with her. Finally, Yuna took him out of his misery, and pulled his aching dick out of the waistband of his boxers.
“Such a pretty little cock, baby” Yuna whispered, twisting her hand around the head.
David’s face burned as Yuna’s hand easily covered his penis. He had always known he had a small dick - he had as good as grown up in locker rooms - but there was something particularly humiliating about it being noticed by the glorious woman in front of him. Yuna had always told him his cock was beautiful, red and weeping and curved, but she had never shied away from making it clear how tiny it was for such a large man.
“Go on, baby. Fuck your mommy.” Yuna ordered, leaning back against the wall and spreading her legs, one hand ghosting at her nipple under the jersey.
David crawled forward, straddling her hips and leaning over her lithe body until he was almost sat in Yuna’s lap. With shaking hands, he ripped the wrapper of the condom he had pulled from his pocket before rolling it down on his firm shaft. Already panting in anticipation, he aligned his cock with her puffy entrance before burying himself into the hilt.
He groaned at the feeling of his neglected cock surrounded by the heat of his girlfriend’s cunt, letting himself savour the experience, before rocking back and forwards into her.
“Have you put it in? Can barely feel it,” Yuna exaggeratedly pouted at him and David’s dick twitched at the condescension.
He drove into Yuna’s cunt passionately, chasing his own release as Yuna continued to squeeze her tits. He had already been on edge since the win, and licking his girlfriend's cunt had only made him more desperate. His hips jerked out of rhythm as he hurtled towards his orgasm, squeezing onto Yuna’s hips as his pants grew quicker and heavier. Every muscle in his body clenched as he finally released, spurting come and collapsing on top of Yuna.
David’s gasps were the only sound in the spare equipment cupboard. With heavy hands, he rolled off his now full condom, tying it off before throwing it somewhere on the floor behind him.
“Already finished? How pathetic, I couldn't even feel your little cock in me.” Yuna may have been underneath him, but she still managed to look down her nose at him.
“I want to be stuffed full, “ she declared wantonly, “I want my pussy to be so stretched I feel it when I walk tomorrow.”
“You know, I’ve always said your stick handling was the best part of your game,” Yuna said, and David frowned at the sudden shift in topic.
Yuna reached out to the side, pulling a hockey stick down from where it had been hanging beside her, and placed it on the floor between them.
“Maybe you’ll manage to fill me with the help of a hockey stick as well?”
David stared at her in shock. Distantly, he registered that Yuna had managed to pick the exact hockey stick he used, down to the blade curve.
“You’re asking me to… fuck you with my hockey stick?” David manages to choke out, his confusion colouring his speech.
“I’m not asking you to do anything,” came Yuna’s quick retort. “I’m giving you two options: either you fuck me with your hockey stick or you watch me fuck myself with it. Up to you…”
Still moving slower than usual, his reluctance coloring his movements, David picked up the stick. As he grasped his hand around the handle, he imagined it inside his girlfriend, stretching out her cunt and filling her better than he had ever been able to. His spent cock gave a twitch at the image.
“Good boy,” Yuna praised, watching as David absently stroked his hand over the shaft of the hockey stick, imagining what it would look like in his girlfriend’s cunt. “Your baby dick was so small my pussy’s probably gone tight again. Gonna need you to stretch me out, baby?” Yuna’s desperation was evident in her slurred speech, eyes only on the hockey stick in David’s hands.
“Yes, mommy,” David said, “Gonna stretch you out for my hockey stick.”
David gently stroked Yuna’s folds, slick and cum collecting on his two digits. He scissored his fingers inside her, revelling in the softness.
“Hurry up!” came Yuna’s impatient growl as she laid back on the cold, concrete floor.
David added another finger, twisting his wrist until he felt Yuna’s walls were sufficiently stretched. He removed his hand, appreciating the gaping hole left behind.
Again, he picked up the hockey stick from beside him, realisation dawning upon him that he was actually about to fuck his girlfriend with it. The same hockey stick he had used to win the game with that evening.
“Go on baby, get it wet for mommy,” Yuna nodded at the stick.
David stared at her blankly.
“Too pussy-drunk to think?” Yuna questioned, so condescending in the way that made his head pleasantly fuzzy.
“Suck it.”
David felt as though someone else was controlling his body, compelling his arm to move, as he brought the handle to his mouth. His arm trembled.
Hesitantly, he gave a small lick at the grip. The plastic taste should have been disgusting but David was only spurred on by Yuna’s heaving pants. Gaining courage, he took the handle in his mouth, hollowing his cheeks like he was giving a blowjob. He swirled his tongue around the shaft, uncaring of the taste and the drool slobbering out of his mouth. The only thing he cared about was getting it wet so that he could fill his mommy, and fix his earlier failure.
“Good boy. You like having something in your mouth, don’t you?” Yuna gave him no opportunity to reply, not that he would’ve as he was still sucking on the stick. “Now fuck me.”
She spread her thighs even further until she was lying spread-eagle on the floor.
Slowly, David removed the hockey stick from where it had been enveloped in his mouth. A string of spit followed his hand as he aligned the grip with Yuna’s open cunt.
A squelching sound echoed in the small cupboard as David pressed the hockey stick in, watching as it was swallowed by Yuna’s pulsing entrance. She let out deep groans, throwing her head back, as David pushed it further. Gently, he slid the shaft out again, watching as it glistened with Yuna’s slick.
He increased his pace, pumping the hockey stick in and out of her pussy while Yuna’s eyes glazed over and her face flushed. She began to buck her hips, clearly chasing her release, and David adjusted the stick so it rubbed against her clit with each thrust.
David held his pace as Yuna’s hips jerked constantly, growing more frantic and desperate. Finally, her legs tensed, thighs flexing as she wailed, before abruptly collapsing, loose and spent. Clear liquid gushed out of her still clenching and full cunt, and David watched it soak the grip tape with fascination as he slowly dislodged it from her still-twitching folds.
David licked his mommy’s sweet release from the handle of his hockey stick, the sounds of Yuna’s shivering inhales like a symphony in his ears.