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I gently kiss her lips as I slide into her. She moans with each thrust. My plan was to go slow since her poor pussy has been abused by two giant cocks already, but she won't let me as she grabs my hips, throwing her head back, guiding my hips to move faster and faster. Her inner walls clench me tight, pulling me back in every time I pull out, but only to the tip, before plunging back in over and over until she's crying out her release as her teeth sink into my shoulder, triggering my own release causing me to shoot rope after rope of cum deep inside her.

"What a vicious little mermaid." I chuckle, lifting her head off my shoulder and kissing her on the nose.

She blinks, and her eyes cloud over, and I know we've lost her for the time being. The only reason I know that is I had the same look in my eyes the morning I ran from her.

six

Wynn

What have I done?Having sex with one of my players is bad enough, but three, one right after the other, is career suicide. I have to clear this mess up while my body is still relaxed from all the orgasms they gave me, or I might be tempted to throw caution into the wind and do it all over again. But that would be reckless and unprofessional.

You didn't care about being professional a few minutes when you took all of their cocks like a champ.

Is hut out that trouble-making voice, even though it's right. I enjoyed everything that happened, but it can't happen again for all our careers.

"Umm…"I clear my throat, my larynx still coated in their mixed cum. "Thanks again for helping me out." My pussy picks the most inappropriate time to pulse, reminding me how full they each filled me, causing my ass to clench in longing for something it hasn't felt in a long time. I take a deep breath and roll my shoulders, attempting to regain my authority. "This was a one-off. I needed some help dealing with something I couldn't do on my own, and like the good players you are, you helped your coach out." That sounded so lame ,but it's too late to stop now. "So, if you gentlemen will excuse me, I need to get back to work now. Not all of us only have to skate around the ice or lift weights all day."

Their faces fall, and I want to kick myself for being such a bitch to them, but I need to reset our professional boundaries before it's too late and I fall in love with the three of them and mess up my coaching credibility. I want to takeback the hurtful words because they do more than skate and lift weights .Instead, I reach for the clean set of clothes I set on the vanity before I started the shower, leaving them to pick up their damp clothes while we all dress in an oddly comfortable silence, like changing in front of each other is perfectly normal—which it is for the players but not with their coach.

After they're dressed, they exit the bathroom and my office without a word. I continue to towel dry my hair, my eyes neverstraying from my reflection in the mirror. I need to keep myself aloof—separating myself from the situation.

The soft click of my office door finally shatters the last of my strength, and I crumble to the damp tile floor of the bathroom. What have I done? I barely know these guys and I let all three of them pull a train on me in my own private bathroom. I'm no better than a puck bunny willing to do whatever it takes to snag a hockey player. But I'm not out to snag a hockey player—I'm here to coach the hockey players, not fuck them.

Acold fear washes over me as I realize we didn't use condoms—none of us even brought the subject up. I'm on the pill, so I'm not worried about an accidental pregnancy, but a sexually transmitted disease is not something I want. The only guy I've ever been with without using a condom is Monk. I didn't catch anything that time, but who knows this time? Even if they call him Monk, how do I know I'm the last person he's been with?

Then there's King. He's kind and considerate, even if he likes to joke around a lot. He doesn't seem like the type who would intentionally spread STDs.

What about Maximus? He was kind of a dick, to begin with, but he's proven to be a halfway decent guy. But that still doesn't mean he's free of STDs.

The only way to know for sure is to either wait and get tested or confront the issue head-on. Pulling my phone from my purse, I chose the latter option and sent a group text to King, Maximus, and Monk asking them to meet me at my house at eight p.m.sharp tonight. I have no other explanation; I just want them to meet me.

I should have been more specific when, later that night, at eight p.m. on the dot, my doorbell rings, and I open it to find King, Maximus, and Monk standing on my front porch, each with a gift: King holding a box of chocolates, Monk with a bouquet of water lilies, and Maximus with a bottle of wine. Each one looked devilishly handsome.

Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all, unless I want to repeat this afternoon—which I think I do.

Giving up the internal struggle, I invite them inside, praying I can fight off the temptation. Because really, what is wrong with me? I've already felt their cocks in my mouth and pussy today—which more than satisfied me.

A pulse in my ass reminds me of the one place that received zero attention. "Okay, so maybe only one day. After tonight, we go back to just being a coach and her players." I wasn't prepared for their response as they lunged for me like they were starving and I was their last meal.

"Good, because we are far from done with you, Princess," Maximus claims my lips in a deep kiss before releasing me to King.

"You tasted us, and we didn't get to taste you, my Queen." King slides his hand down the front of my black leggings, pressing his fingers inside me as he captures my moan with his mouth. He breaks the kiss and steps aside for Monk to talk to me, but notbefore sliding his fingers that were just inside my pussy into his mouth. "Delicious." He groans, licking every drop of me off his fingers.

The sight is so erotic I almost come until Monk speaks, "Don't forget this." He pats my ass, causing my leggings to dampen at the memory of the last time he was inside my ass. "I don't want to neglect this hole. If memory serves me correctly, you liked all the attention I gave it." He slides his hand down the back of my leggings, following the crack of my cheeks with a finger until he reaches the hole he's looking for and gently taps it, causing it to flutter in anticipation. "There's my naughty sea nymph." He presses his finger tighter to my back hole but never penetrates it as he pulls me closer for a kiss.

Breaking the kiss before they make me forget what I want to talk to them about, I take a step back, "Before we do anything tonight, I want to talk about the fact that we did not use condoms earlier today and if I should worry about catching anything from any of you."

seven

Wynn

They all seem takenaback by my question. So I ask it again, "Do I need to worry about getting any kind of sexually transmitted disease or infection or whatever they call it nowadays?"

"You know I haven't been with anyone since I was last with you, and you're the only one I've ever gone bare with." Monk pleads his case for not using a condom.

"Same. "King jumps in. "It's been a while since I've been with anyone and I've been tested since. Today was the first time I've ever forgotten to use a condom."

"What about you?" I turn to Maximus.

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