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Becoming the Captain's Whore 11💦

Author: Xyner
last update publish date: 2026-06-21 03:14:46

Lia’s legs were still trembling as she slipped out of the restroom and hurried back to her last class. Ethan’s cum continued to leak down her inner thighs, soaking her ruined panties. Every step made her hyper-aware of the soreness between her legs and the filthy secret she now carried. She kept her head down, glasses slightly askew, cheeks burning. No one could possibly know… right?

But she knew.

And she couldn’t stop replaying it. Her pussy clenched at the memory, sending another trickle of his seed down her skin.

After her final lecture, she didn’t go back to her dorm. Instead, she headed toward the hockey arena like he’d commanded. The sun was already dipping low, casting long shadows across campus. Her heart raced as she approached the players’ entrance. A few teammates were leaving, laughing and shoving each other, but Ethan was nowhere in sight.

She waited, biting her lip, until her phone buzzed.

Ethan: Locker room.

Her stomach flipped. She found the side entrance and slipped inside. The main lights were off, only dim emergency strips glowing and he heard the distant sound of showers running.

“Lock the door behind you,”

Ethan’s voice echoed from deeper inside. She obeyed, sliding the bolt shut with shaking fingers. When she turned, he was leaning against a row of lockers, freshly showered but wearing only a towel slung low on his hips. Water droplets still clung to his sculpted chest and abs. His green eyes raked over her like he already owned her.

“You came,” he said, smirking.

“Good girl. Take off your blouse.”

Lia hesitated for half a second. Then, with a deep breath, she began unbuttoning the white shirt. Her fingers fumbled. When it fell open, revealing her simple white bra, Ethan’s cock visibly twitched beneath the towel.

“All the way off. Bra too.”

She let the blouse drop, then reached back to unhook her bra. Her full breasts spilled free, nipples already tight and aching. Ethan stepped forward and cupped one roughly, thumb flicking the sensitive peak.

“These tits have been hiding under those baggy sweaters all this time?” He leaned down and sucked one nipple into his hot mouth, biting just hard enough to make her gasp.

“Fucking perfect.”

Lia moaned, arching into him. Her hands tentatively touched his damp shoulders.

“On your knees,” he ordered, voice dropping.

“Time for your first lesson.”

She sank down onto the cold tiled floor without protest. The towel fell away, and his cock sprang free; already hard again, thick and veined, the head glistening. Up close it looked even bigger than in the restroom.

“Open that pretty mouth.”

Lia parted her lips. Ethan gripped the base of his shaft and rubbed the swollen head across her tongue.

“Suck it like you mean it, baby. Show me how badly you want to become my little whore.”

She wrapped her lips around him, tasting the faint saltiness of his skin. It was awkward at first but Ethan was patient and demanding at the same time. One hand tangled in her hair, guiding her deeper.

“Relax your throat… that’s it. Good fucking girl.”

He pushed further, hitting the back of her throat.

Lia gagged, eyes watering behind her glasses, but she didn’t pull away. Saliva dripped down her chin as he began to slowly fuck her mouth, hips rocking.

“Look at me while you choke on my cock.”

Their eyes locked. She hollowed her cheeks and sucked harder, swirling her tongue around the underside of his shaft. Ethan groaned, hips jerking.

“Fuck, you’re a natural. That innocent face looks so good with my dick stretching your lips.”

He used her mouth for several long minutes, growing rougher, until tears streamed down her cheeks and her jaw ached. Just when she thought he might cum down her throat, he pulled out with a wet pop.

“Not yet. Stand up and bend over that bench.”

Lia rose on shaky legs. He spun her around and pushed her down over the wooden bench, flipping her skirt up. Her ass was presented to him, pussy still puffy and leaking from earlier.

“Still full of my cum,” he noted with dark satisfaction, running two fingers through the mess and pushing it back inside her.

“Good. I want you dripping for the rest of the night.”

Without warning, he lined up and slammed into her in one brutal thrust. Lia cried out, gripping the edges of the bench. The angle was deeper this time, his cock hitting places that made stars explode behind her eyes.

“Ethan….oh god, it’s so deep—”

“Yeah? You love being fucked like a slut in the locker room where anyone could walk in?” He pounded into her relentlessly, the wet slap of his hips against her ass echoing loudly.

“Yes! I love it,” she sobbed. The confession spilled out of her.

“I’ve wanted this for so long….wanted you to ruin me.”

Ethan laughed darkly and sped up.

“Then say it. Tell me what you are.”

“I’m… I’m becoming your whore,” she gasped between thrusts.

“Louder.”

“I’m your whore!” she cried, voice breaking as another orgasm crashed through her. Her pussy spasmed violently around his cock, squirting slightly onto the floor.

Ethan didn’t slow down. He fucked her through it, then pulled out and flipped her onto her back on the bench. He hooked her legs over his shoulders, folding her almost in half, and drove back in.

“Look at me while I breed this cunt.”

His thrusts were punishing now.

“Cum again. I want to feel this pussy milk me.”

She shattered a third time, screaming his name. Ethan buried himself to the hilt and roared, pumping rope after thick rope of hot cum deep inside her. So much that it overflowed immediately, running down her ass and pooling on the bench.

“Clean me up,” he said, guiding her head down.

Lia obeyed without hesitation, licking his softening cock clean of their combined juices.

When she finished, Ethan pulled her up and kissed her deeply, surprisingly tender for a moment.

“You’re doing so well, baby,” he murmured against her lips.

“But we’re only getting started. You're gonna take two cocks tomorrow baby girl”

Lia’s eyes widened, but her pussy clenched at the words.

She nodded slowly, a dazed, eager smile forming.

“Yes… I want it.”

Ethan smirked and slapped her ass lightly.

“That’s my good little whore in training.”

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