The two sexiest stars of the WTA…… I have long been an admirer of ladies tennis – an excellent breeding
ground for athletic young women with admirable reserves of stamina.
Where else can one gaze up a teenager’s dress in public without being
branded a pervert? Presently, the sport is going through something of a
purple patch, witnessing an unprecedented surge of new talent. Talent I
am eager to sample.
This is not my first foray into the world of ladies tennis. A few
years ago, I was enchanted by a fine young specimen – Jennifer Capriati.
However her form between the sheets proved rather disappointing,
prompting me to execute her slide from form and grace. Having been
arrested for shoplifting and drug-use, a newly chastened Capriati is now
attempting to relaunch her career. Shame I took away all of her talent
as well. I have higher hopes of my two latest targets.
Martina Hingis and Anna Kournikova. To obtain some appreciation of
just how much these two athletes have rejuvenated interest in the sport,
one has only to glance at the vast quantity of sites dedicated to them
on the Net. Thousands of these sites offer faked nudes, or, rather more
interestingly, upskirt shots. There’s something appealing about a
tennis player’s underwear; where these two are concerned, there’s the
added bonus of the feeling of a schoolgirl’s little white cottons. On
the back of all of this publicity, there can be no denying that Hingis
and Kournikova provide the face (not to mention tits and ass) and
contemporary tennis….
Occasionally, I like to give something back. Not everybody lives in as
privileged position as I do; thus I am prone to acts of public goodwill.
With this in mind, I booked a prestigious British indoor court for an
exclusive exhibition event – the chance to watch a battle between these
two jailbait sexpots. Of course, my motivations for staging this event
might not have been quite as public-spirited as I have claimed. After
all, power is no good if one is denied the opportunity to parade it.
I’ve always found public humiliation of my victims to be all the more
satisfying…….
Arranging the event with the players was an eye-opener. As one would
expect, they were a pair of spoilt little bitches – too much too early.
Polite social graces were sadly lacking. However, despite their
propensity for treating those around them like shit, I had three trump
cards in ensuring their attendance. Firstly, I appealed to their
gargantuan egos – tell each that the other has been bragging about their
supposed superiority. Secondly, I promised them absolutely wads of
cash. Finally, I surreptitiously slipped into their minds to ease an
agreement. I actively encouraged their arrogance; it only made the
prospect of their eventual capitulation all the more appealing…..
Even with my restriction to solely male spectators, there was little
trouble in filling the court. This prefix was issued to ensure that I
obtained just the right atmosphere. Less Wimbledon, more Roman
Coliseum……..
My preparatory work was much in evidence on the actual night itself.
Still, I resisted placing them under my control, electing instead to
limit myself to ‘persuasion’ with regard to their choice of outfits. My
choice was quite conventional – the outfits that had gained them such a
formidable following of male fans in the first place. For Anna, this
consisted of a tight orange shirt and matching shorts, clothes that did
precious little to conceal her pneumonic physique; while Martina wore
the figure-hugging dress that had so impressed during Wimbledon 97. To
complement these choices, I had the courtside temperature raised quite
considerably. The ensuing sticky conditions should quickly render all
fabric largely transparent. The crowd have paid well for this
exhibition – I intend to give them their money’s worth……
They arrive on court to a rapturous reception – looking every bit as
gorgeous as one would expect. Anna is probably the more conventional
beauty – tall, slender, long-legged and blond. Perhaps the key factor
in explaining her popularity is the aura of icy superiority she exudes –
the archetypal Hitchcock blond. Perhaps this is a little naive on my
part. Her popularity probably owes a sneaking debt to her propensity to
wear clothing, the tighter and shorter, the better. Little wonder lads
were so eager to watch her practise. Martina, though less conventional.
is no less fuckable. Her principle attribute are her youthful looks –
although now eighteen years old, she barely looked fifteen. Her brown
hair was cut into a short bob, curling cutely at her cheeks, combined
with that radiant smile in a manner that further emphasised this look.
She is strikingly akin to Brooke Satchwell – only more athletic and
richer. Martina is, after all, world number one – to break her would
therefore be especially satisfying. The figure hugging dress looked
uncomfortable to play tennis in, but certainly won her an army of eager
male followers – who could forget the impression her nipples made during
that Wimbledon final?
The crowd were pleased to see them – evidenced by the array of
wolf-whistles that greeted them as they walked onto court. I had
circulated a sizeable quantity of free beer, to ensure that my guests
received just the right reception. The atmosphere was charged with
lustful male hormones – a fact that was surely not lost on the girls as
they started their warm ups. This crowd were not here for the tennis.
They were here to ogle nubile young flesh. The players were on display
– every single spectator wanted to fuck the life out of them. This was
a reaction they were both used to – they enjoyed this attention, liked
teasing the cocks of men so far beneath their notice – however, never
before could they have experienced it in so concentrated a form. They
were no longer tennis players – they were Christians before the
lions……
Without further delay, the match gets underway. Both players
immediately go all out; forehands, backhands, dropshots, volleys – all
are in plentiful evidence. However, these shots mean little to the
spectators with regards to the match. We are all simply delighted that
this energeticism provides numerous glimpses of two such fit female
forms. Our appreciation is further enhanced by the fact that neither
girl is wearing a bra – an item of clothing I neglected to allow them
access to – thus, beneath those tight tops, teenage titties bounce about
quite freely. Quite a sight, and one made even nicer by the
increasingly sweat drenched fabric. One can hardly stop
drooling………
The match progresses nicely in this manner. My interest in the actual
tennis itself is only piqued by the commencement of the first set
tie-break – although my motives are once again somewhat nefarious. I
have arranged for a special penalty for the loser of each set…..
As it is, this tension quickly evaporates – Kournikova pulls away to
capture the set quite easily, much to Martina’s embarrassment. This
embarrassment is about to get a good deal more acute……
At the change of ends, Ms Hingis is forced to pay the ‘agreed’ (I
suggest, they obey) forfeit. Faced flushed with humiliation, she slips
her panties down and slides them off. All of this in full view of the
baying spectators. Suddenly, little miss spoilt-bitch isn’t quite so
cocksure………
The next set is a whole lot more interesting. Martina is really up for
it – humiliation certainly seems to have fired her up. She doesn’t
intend to be the only one flying ‘sans-underwear’. Not that she need
worry; Anna’s shorts are now so drenched with sweat that they are
virtually transparent. Tight too. Are those her lips pressing up
against the damp fabric? Naturally enough, the crowd too are now very
much into the match. Every time Hingis bends down, we are granted a
sighting of her magnificently bare ass – not to mention an occasional
glimpse of the real jewel in the crown; her furry muff. Given the
choice, I’m sure she’d like to tie her laces somewhere with a little
more privacy. Fortunately, the choice isn’t hers to make. It’s mine.
The set is closely fought, however, once again Kournikova just edges
ahead, managing to hold on to this advantage despite the inevitable
onslaught. She wins.
Hingis is clearly in a state of shock. How dare that Russian tramp
beat her! It seems the rumours circulating around the WTA are true;
Martina Hingis is not generous in defeat. Are those tears of
incredulity in her eyes? Poor thing, she has no idea of the fate that
awaits her. To the loser…….
Pushing myself into her mind, I take control of her body. The mind I
leave – though she unable to talk or cry – I want her to realise her
debasement. Helpless to stop herself, Martina lies on her back in the
centre of the court. Her hands fall to the hem of her dress, slowly
hitching it up above her thighs. This achieved, she obediently spreads
her legs to give us all a better view. She has a nice cunt, adorned
with wispy brown hair – trimmed. As camera flashes go off all around,
she reaches out for her racket – her mind mutely begging for mercy……
I’m feeling generous. I allow her to lubricate herself first. Rather
than just plunge straight in, I have her run the handle lightly back and
forth over her lips. Repeated contact with her clit soon gets her moist
– despite the total humiliation of her position. Now the handle is
pressed right up against her opening, her hand tightly wrapped around
the upper shaft. I pause momentarily – allowing everybody to determine
just what is going to happen.
Martina screams as the handle of her tennis racket ruptures her hymen.
The racket is big; stretching her cunt in a manner even an adventurous
pro would find uncomfortable. It hurts, let there be no doubt about
that. Her screams provide all the evidence we need. Nice though these
screams are, they grow a little tiring on the ears – I silence her. Now
the only sound is the cheering coming from the lust fuelled spectators
positioned all around. What a way to lose one’s virginity……
Gradually, Martina’s hips begin to lightly sway as the ferocious
pounding continues. Despite herself, she is beginning to enjoy it.
Soon she is bucking frantically – forcing the shaft deeper and deeper
into her pussy. She’s putting on quite a show – her best performance to
date on a Centre Court…..
Watching the debasement of her rival is getting Anna horny. Sitting on
my lap, she begins to wriggle slightly, working her ass up and down the
length of my erection. My hands are busy groping her tits through the
sweaty orange top, working her nipples between finger and thumb, from
where I can squeeze and pinch at will. This only intensifies her
wriggling.
‘You like watching her?’ My mouth is millimetres from her ear. I
snake my tongue out, licking her lobe. ‘Would you like to taste her?’
Her reply is a barely audible whisper. ‘Yes.’ Giving her nipples a final violent tweak, I send her over to Martina’s
position. A look of horror crosses Hingis’ face as she realises the
role her rival is to play in her undoing. However, her body does not
respond, but instead meekly hands control of the racket over to the
young Russian. Anna slowly draws the whole shaft from Martina’s cunt,
smiles wickedly, then plunges it back down with all her might.
Martina’s screams begin anew…..
After a minute or two of this treatment, I persuade Anna to remove the
racket. If she continued with that force for any prolonged length of
time, all that would be left would be a bloody pulp. I have too many
plans for Ms Hingis to allow that to happen just yet. Against her will,
Anna is forced to lick the racket clean – in full view of several
thousand whistling men. Her distaste is evident – she knows this is
just foreplay. In a minute, she is going to get to know her rival a
whole lot better…….
Upon my command, Anna spreads Hingis’ legs even further, kneeling
between them. Her head bends down until her nose is being tickled by
the brown pubes. Her tongue darts into Martina’s hole – lapping at the
abundant juice.
They stay like this for minutes, the only break occurring when Anna
must occasionally push her long blond hair back. Otherwise, she eats
Martina’s pussy without distraction. Gradually, her partner begins to
relax, allowing Anna to release her hold on the legs and investigate her
rival’s anus. Martina wraps her thighs around Anna’s head, slowly
gyrating her pelvis in response to the hungry tongue.
All around them, obscenities rain down from the excited spectators.
The crowd egg them on expectantly – totally engrossed in the sight of
these two starlets getting it on before their very eyes. Several have
produced video cameras and are capturing the contest for posterity.
By this time, I am feeling just about ready to fuck. Charity to the
general populace is all well and good, but it’s high time to wrap this
show up; I am a firm believer that some things are best kept for the
bedroom – my bedroom…..
Martina’s dress quickly hits the floor. She is then free to recline
back onto the bed while I disrobe Anna. The orange top is swiftly
pulled over her head, freeing those perfect breasts – nicely tanned and
capped with plump pink nipples. Bending low, I take a nipple into my
mouth, alternately sucking and nibbling. Her hands are guided to my
cock, setting up a smooth masturbationary rhythm. Dropping my own hands
to her back, I tear the tight little shorts from her body, relishing the
little gasp she makes. Her cunt is bald; whether from age or design, it
is difficult to tell. Working my way up her thighs, I quickly work a
pair of fingers into her already wet snatch. Her clit is easily
located, allowing me to run my nails across this most sensitive region.
Her writhing turns me on.
I move her to her knees and between my legs. My level of control has
now intensified. Under my instructions, Anna gently takes a testicle
into her mouth; alternately licking and sucking. She’s good – but then
she has an excellent teacher. Releasing my balls, she kisses the tip of
my cock, lingering over the pre-cum already in abundance. Internally,
she is both shocked and revolted by this act; externally, her body
responds precisely to my commands.
Opening her mouth, she takes my head between her lips, gently sucking
it. One hand cups my balls, the other continues to wank my shaft. She
looks so cute – mouth extended around my cock. I almost blow my load
there and then…..
Experience comes to my aid. Lifting my eyes, I gaze at Martina on the
bed. She has been watching the whole show, getting hotter all the time.
Without manipulation, her hand has dropped to her cunt; she is now
masturbating for all she is worth.
Reinvigorated, my hands go to the back of Anna’s head, entwining
themselves in her long blond locks. I now pull her towards me; forcing
her to take more and more of my shaft into her mouth. Soon, I hit her
tonsils – she has seven-eighths of my length lodged down her throat.
Her gag reflex only serves to push me even closer to the edge…..
Without relaxing my grip on her head, I shoot my load into her stomach.
Obviously, she has a clear choice; swallow or suffocate. Wisely, she
chooses the former, quickly gulping down the lake of semen I have
deposited.
They get together on the bed while I video. Martina swiftly gets on
top – eager to make amends for her earlier submission. This time it is
Anna’s turn to squirm as a hot tongue eats her out. Not that she minds.
Her hands quickly fall to Martina’s head, working her further and
further into her box. All this time, Martina’s ass is lifted into the
air; positioning itself too invitingly to ignore……
She gasps when my penis enters her ass, but, like the good little
professional she is learning to be, doesn’t get distracted from her
task. While I ride her rodeo style, Anna ensures Marina’s head doesn’t
slip – she’s enjoying its work too much…..
Our threesome continues for a couple of hours – during which, every
conceivable position is tried out. After our session, Anna and Martina
are my compliant little fuck slaves – every trace of their former
arrogance has been bludgeoned out of them. I am left with the decision
of what to do with them next. Tempted though I am to take them
immediately back to my club, I eventually decide to use them as bait in
the wider world of the WTA. There are still a few players I’d like to
meet – Amanda Coetzer, the Williams sisters, Mary Pierce, Steffi
Graf……..
