anonymous
11-01-2007, 03:48 PM
STARFUCK
Not to be read by anyone under 18. This story contains
explicit descriptions of non-consensual sex. If this offends
you, please look elsewhere. This is FICTION. If you are
tempted to recreate the following scenes, your psychiatrist is
going to be a very happy man......
Starfuck is designed to be a series of STAND ALONE stories
(much like the Hypno-Celeb franchise). However, each story
will feature the same protagonist - an individual with the
power to control people’s minds. At some point, I might
determine the limitations of this power (ie how many people he
can control at any one time), but for now all you need know is
that in order for control to be established he must have
skin-to-skin contact with his target, though only for a split
second. Now, lets just kick back and watch him put his talent
to good use.....
Comments and suggestions for future stories always welcome!
It’s your suggestions that keep me writing..........
abeelzebub@hotmail.com
Starfuck: Martina Hingis & Anna Kournikova
by Mephistopheles
MC, MF, FF, CELEB
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........
Not to be read by anyone under 18. This story contains
explicit descriptions of non-consensual sex. If this offends
you, please look elsewhere. This is FICTION. If you are
tempted to recreate the following scenes, your psychiatrist is
going to be a very happy man......
Starfuck is designed to be a series of STAND ALONE stories
(much like the Hypno-Celeb franchise). However, each story
will feature the same protagonist - an individual with the
power to control people’s minds. At some point, I might
determine the limitations of this power (ie how many people he
can control at any one time), but for now all you need know is
that in order for control to be established he must have
skin-to-skin contact with his target, though only for a split
second. Now, lets just kick back and watch him put his talent
to good use.....
Comments and suggestions for future stories always welcome!
It’s your suggestions that keep me writing..........
abeelzebub@hotmail.com
Starfuck: Martina Hingis & Anna Kournikova
by Mephistopheles
MC, MF, FF, CELEB
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........