Page 4 of Puck Me With Your Best Shot
When I was called up from the minor leagues to cover for an injured player on the Iowa hockey team, I thought that would be the highlight of my hockey career, but this woman has justunlocked a fantasy I didn’t realize I was into—playing doctor with a sexy woman.
“Sure.” Not wanting to leave yet, I try to stall. “Is there anything else I need to do?”
She looks up from the file she's working on, “Stop by the trainer's office and let them know you need a cup to pee in for the gonorrhea and chlamydia tests.” Her eyes shift back to her desk, dismissing me.
Still not wanting to leave, my eyes roam from her long, golden blonde hair to her pink full lips, to the slight opening of her shirt with just enough buttons buttoned that I only get a small glance at the creamy swells of the top of her breasts.
“Did you need something else, Mr. Spencer?” Her irritated tone reminds me of an annoyed teacher reprimanding a student.
Great, now another kink has been revealed—getting punished by the teacher for being a bad boy.
I wonder if she’s into role-playing.
I’ve been so focused on hockey for so long that I haven’t made time for hookups lately. I thought once I settled in with my new team, I would hook up with all the puck bunnies I wanted. But now, after meeting Kameron, that idea doesn’t seem as appealing as it used to.
The sound of her fingernails tapping on her desk reminds me that she is waiting for my answer. “I was wondering if you would ever consider dating a hockey player.”
The tapping stops as her mouth opens in surprise, “That wouldn’t be appropriate,” she says after recovering from the initial shock. “Besides, I’m not looking for some random hookup.” Her eyes shift to the closed door and back, as if dismissing me once again.
“I’m not looking for a random hookup. If I wanted that, I’d pick up a puck bunny or two.” My attempt at joking about picking up two puck bunnies falls flat.
"Look, you seem like a nice kid. But I’m not interested," she sighs.
“Kid? I’m only a few years younger than you, I bet.”
“Try eight years.” She lets out an adorable snort. “Now, please leave and send in the next guy for his physical.”
Knowing it’s time to back off, I do as I’m told and step into the hallway where Colsen and Bryer are waiting for their turn.
“She’s ready for whoever wants to go next.” I take a seat in one of the open chairs in the hallway and wait for Bryer and Colsen to have their turn with the hot doctor while I plan how to convince her to go out on a date with me.
I sit in the hallway, waiting as Bryer and Colsen each get their physicals from Kameron. As they leave her exam room, I can see in their eyes that they’re just as drawn to her as I am.
I’ve thoroughly researched the Iowa Poseidon. I know everything about the team, including their romantic relationships. I’d heard the rumors about the limited number of puck bunnies who hang out at their games. I later discovered that it's because most of the players, coaches, and owners are part of a peculiar group dynamic that consists of one woman to three men.
It’s the same with the Minnesota Norse hockey team. I never thought I would be interested in the idea of sharing a woman, but the thought of sharing Kameron with Bryer and Colsen has its own appeal. And from the look in their eyes, they agree.
Now our only hurdle is to convince Kameron.
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Bryer
“So, how long haveyou been in the medical field?” Not my best pick-up line, but it’s hard to think with her hand trying to wrap around my thick cock. I wish she weren’t wearing those plastic gloves.
“Long enough.” She answers without a hint of emotion, but I swear I see her bite her lower lip as her other hand caresses my balls.
Okay, so she’s not exactly caressing them, more like cupping them, and unfortunately, doing so in a very professional way.
“Cool. What made you decide to work for the Iowa Poseidon?” Great, my attempt to charm her is going down, just like my thoughts about going down on her.
I can imagine diving between her thighs and licking her sweet little pussy until she’s begging me to stop because she can’t handle all the pleasure I’m giving her.
Her thighs will tremble beneath my touch as she cries out my name.
“Mr. Fields, are you listening to me? I need you to turn your head and cough.”
Oh, right, we’re still doing the hernia check. I turn my head to the left and cough as my balls bounce in her hand, causing my cock to jerk in her other hand.
