Lara's Dream Team

"Yes, fuck, right there slut!" Lara held her face tight to her captain as she licked her to her second orgasm of the day, "Fuck yes, I'm cumming....oh God!"

Lara released her and sat back on her heels, "Did I do a good job Mistress?"

Suddenly the captain slapped her, hard. All this time and she still hadn't gotten used to how good that felt. "Good enough for now. We should get going, join the rest of the team. Let's shower quickly, ok slut?"

"Yes Mistress." Lara stood up and turned the shower on. The two of them showered, for real this time, no funny business. When they were ready they went to their lockers for their uniforms. The captain quickly dressed of course, but Lara only put her shorts on, "Uh Mistress, may I put my shirt on?"

The captain grinned, "No."

"No? But Mistress....Mistress won't be happy if we are late for practice." That was one thing that annoyed Lara, she had to call all women in authority Mistress. That meant not just the team captain, but the coach too. It got confusing at times.

"Then don't be late. Let's go." The captain reached out to give one tit a squeeze, and then a slap.

"But...I'm topless." Lara protested.

"Ya. I talked to the team and the coach. Everyone is cool with it. Really if you think about it, those are our tits, not yours." The captain laughed, "Let's go. If you are late the coach will make you run laps you know."

The captain hurried out. Lara sighed, but she couldn't put the shirt on without permission so she followed. She was glad it was a closed practice at least, just the team. And the whole team had already seen her tits. Hell she'd slept with half of them. She figured the captain was teasing her because it was their final practice before the big game.

It had been 4 years since Lara had played that fateful game, 5 amazing years. Before the game she'd expected to have a good college career playing volleyball, but figured it would end there. She was good, but she wasn't great. The extra 6 inches from Zainab had made all the difference though. Here she was, on the US Women's Olympic team. Sure she probably wouldn't have chosen to play topless, or to call the captain Mistress, but she had to admit she was happy. The money she'd won had helped too, she didn't have to worry about money at all while she finished her degree.

Of course her college captain Jasmine had taken advantage of Lara's new submissiveness, but she'd also kept Lara's supercharged libido going so it wasn't all that bad. She'd even stayed together with Zainab for a while, but she'd broken up with her after Zainab wanted to be monogamous. She couldn't lie to her, she just didn't see that in herself anymore. She'd been shocked that Zainab had wanted that, but people do change.

Since the game she'd only see Hana a handful of times, mostly with Bunny. She'd stayed friends with Bunny, but drifted away as she focused on her volleyball career. As for Amira, they'd ended up as good friends, sometimes lovers. Amira had never really clarified her sexuality, and Lara never pushed. But every once in a while, particularly after Lara had helped milk her, Amira would just go crazy and they'd fuck for hours.

"Oi, tits!" The coach yelled, "Stop daydreaming and get over here. We need you in tit top shape, I mean tip top shape tomorrow!" The coach was one of the few people Lara hadn't slept with on the team. Mostly because of their age difference. That hadn't stopped the coach from feeling her up constantly.

"Coming!" Lara yelled as she jogged over. She smiled, life was pretty good. She wondered what had happened to the game, she'd forgotten about it momentarily and then it had disappeared. Oh well, she didn't care that much.