All thoughts of anyone else were gone and it was just the two of us in the whole world. We lean in again and kissed, this time our lips parting as our...tongues seek to explore the others lips and mouth. My hand instinctively went to her shoulder, rubbing it softly as we kissed. Her hand running up and down my thigh as our passionate kiss intensified. My hand moving to her neck and side of her face, caressing her beautiful face, running through her long hair as we both taste each other’s passion. The cheers from the Frontenac fans in celebration were deafening as Brad skated to Jason. “I’m sorry, man. It was my fault for making such a stupid, fucking pass! I’ll make it up to you!”Brad returned to the bench for a change of lines and the expected wrath from Coach Benson. Brad could feel a tap on his shoulder, “Brad, unless you’ve got an extra pair of eyes looking out the back of your helmet, be careful where you send a blind pass.”He nodded, accepting his deserved criticism and took a. After the nights games were over it was always good to grab a towel and head to the steam room.One evening during one of the pickup games I noticed this guy that was on the opposing team and he was guarding me kept defending me very close. Close enough to feel his cock rubbing against my ass. At first I didn't give it much thought and I'm as nasty and horny as the next guy so I started to pay more attention. I wasn't sure if was really wanting to play me that close or was it just his way of. Replace them.”“So you fucked every sailor on the ship?”I closed my eyes and nodded. “I loved it. For hours I didn’t feel my guilt, only the pleasure of their cocks reaming my cunt and asshole. No sounds but groans, grunts, and the slap of flesh. I sucked on their dicks. I swallowed their cum. You saw me afterward. You saw how they soiled and used me. I was an object to them. Something to fuck over and over. And I loved it. I needed it.“I needed it again. I needed to sell myself to those men. I.