pressure, enhance his own performance on the ice.

I grabbed his butt cheeks, holding him inside me, and writhed under him, my lips flying through his curly chest hairs and into his pits. I was doing everything I could to arouse him again, to make him want me. I nipped his nipples and rolled my tongue stud over the flesh of his torso. I wrapped my strong legs around him, below his buttocks, and I felt his cock coming to life again.

He had thought we were finished, but I thought he had more to give, more to give me, and I proved to be right. This time, I wrapped the strong fingers of a hand around his balls and rolled and pulled them and held him to my pelvis until, many long minutes later, with me fucking myself on Aleksey's cock with the rhythm of my strong leg muscles, Aleksey had cum deep inside me once more.

I just knew I had him now, that now he would become my tender lover, just the way I had envisioned. But I was wrong. All he had wanted was sexual release so that he could perform well in tomorrow's competition. Without further endearments, he just pulled out and away from me and left me laying there, spread-eagled on the judges' table. He skated back out to the center of the ice, performing a perfect triple salchow jump to show me that I had only been part of his routine. Then he skated over to the boards at the other side of the rink, snatched up his athlete T, and skated back to the exit to the locker rooms, not looking back to me at all. I lay there on the table, sobbing my disappointment and my feeling of being used.

I saw movement in the stands, and my coach rose from a seat and slowly descended the rows of empty stadium seats to the table where I lay. He was bundled up in a long coat to counter the cold air lifting off the ice into the stands. I had no idea how long he'd been sitting in the rink or how much of my encounter with Aleksey he'd seen.

He sat down on the table beside me, his hands deep in the pockets of his coat, and let out a long sigh. He was clucking endearments to me, telling me not to cry. That Aleksey was a pig who had a well-earned reputation of using other skaters to solely serve his needs.

I wiped my eyes, trying to stop the crying, struggled to get back up on my skates at the edge of the judges' table, and started to pull at the tattered fabric of my leotards. Suddenly I felt the need to be covered.

But the hands came out of my coach's coat, and he pulled me toward him, whispering encouragement and comfort to me. He opened his coat and pulled me up into his lap, my back to his chest. He was naked inside the coat, and his cock was fully erect and standing at attention. He gently lifted me with arms around my chest, and lowered my ass onto his cock, penetrating me easily with the lubricant of Aleksey's cum and pulling me down until my butt cheeks felt his wiry pubic hair. He enveloped me in his warm coat and nuzzled his lips into the side my neck and rocked me back and forth in a gentle in and out motion of