Over time my agent Ada has proved to be very good judge of people’s sexuality and preferences, male and female. I had little more than a passing interest in tennis, though I did like to watch the more attractive women playing in short skirts while admiring their toned legs and athletic bodies.
The international tennis tournament was in town for two weeks. My agent Ada had asked me to be ready at short notice if any of the female players wanted to use me to unwind after a tough match.
After one tough match early in the first week of the tournament Ada phoned to tell me one of the top seeds was the winner and she needed a man’s company to help her wind down. “I can’t tell you her name, but you will recognise her as soon as you see her. Let’s just call her T2. Her hotel at eight tonight.”
I am Michael, in my late twenties, 72 inches tall, 168 pounds, a toned, fit body and genetically lucky to possess a large, thick cock, ten-inches when erect. I live in Sydney, Australia and used to moonlight as a gigolo or male escort.
That was before Ada asked me to work for her ‘exclusive agency’. “We have a wide ranging client list, males and females, and lots of constant work,” she told me as she auditioned me. “And we provide for some very kinky people, even famous people with lots of sexual fetishes.”
I quickly learnt Ada had a niche clientele of older women who enjoy watching their toy boy, lover or husband giving a blowjob to a younger well hung gigolo after they have watched her fucking him. It can be incredibly exciting for me if the woman is actively participating, a three-way, even more exciting if the woman has a sexy persona and a good body.
I did recognise T2 when I arrived, a young girl in her early twenties who was touted as one of the top seeds for the tournament. The first time I had seen her in person without her tennis uniform. A drop dead gorgeous blond, a size-10 blond wearing a hotel dressing gown and high heels.
I was a little surprised her coach was in the room with her, recognising her as a past women’s champion. Remembering her coach had always been rumoured to be one of the lesbian players on the circuit.
“T2 had a big win this afternoon, she has another big match in two days time. I want you to relax her and take her mind off tennis. Tell Roger what it is you want and need in order to relax you and take your mind off tennis honey.”
“I need a fuck, a really good fuck from a really well hung man, a man older than me, not a boy,” she told me in perfect English with an intriguing accent. Asking myself why are all the top tennis players European these days? Smirking when she asked, “Are you a really well hung man Michael?”
My cue to show the two women I was a really well hung man. Removing my shirt while I removed my shoes as I held T2’s gaze, dropping my slacks, my large cock obvious for the two women in my tiny black jock strap. Slowly sliding my jock strap underneath my balls to show the two women my closely shaved, already semi-erect cock.
“Is this what you wanted T2,” her coach asked as she removed the hotel dressing gown she was wearing, kissing her as it dropped to her ankles. Both of us admiring her beautiful, naked athletic body. Firm tits, flat stomach, almost bald pussy, and those legs in heels instead of tennis shoes looked sensational, and her wonderful athletic thighs I had admired on TV, looked even better in the flesh. Then turning to show me her ass, just magnificent, a size-12 ass on a size-10 body. So good, a firm, toned athletic ass to die for.
Worshiping it, kissing and licking her ass while her coach watched. Kneeling in front of her, my hands grasping her big ass, the first time I had ever given a tennis player cunnilingus, tongue fucking her. I could feel the vibe of her coach, breathing heavily while she watched.
“Nice foreplay for us.” her coach told me. “She is ready for you to fuck her now.” T2 was ready for me to fuck her, on her back on the bed, her wonderful thighs open for me, one knee pointing to the ceiling. Her coach holding her hand while she watched me slide my erection into her. Stopping momentarily after a few minutes to put a pillow under her ass. Making T2 groan in pleasure as my erection penetrated her even further.
Her coach obviously knew T2 very intimately, recognising and anticipating she was about to orgasm on my erection. Talking to her, “Don’t hold back honey, this is exactly what you need, use him, cum for me, climax for me,” as the two women kissed with their tongues.
T2 wasn’t finished with me. She had me on my back, sitting on my cock while kissing her coach. What a vibe, what a fuck. The vibe got even better when T2 reversed position, sitting on my erection, using me, with her ass facing me. My hands on her ass as she continued to use me.
It wasn’t the first time I had fucked a woman younger than me with an older woman watching and joining in. Wondering if T2’s coach really was lesbian as she watched me fucking her young protege. Hoping I could tempt her.
I did tempt her coach after T2 went to bed early to rest for her next match, showing me she was bi-sexual. A high learning curve about the professional tennis circuit for me in one night, A wonderful, double trophy fuck, a different dimension to the older women and female business tycoons I was used to.
On the Monday of the second week of the tournament my agent Ada phoned to ask if I could call on another of the woman tennis players, who she code named T3, that night. Almost deja vu, T3 with her female coach. Another retired former top player. She had lost her close match in a tie breaker in the third set earlier.
“I need a fuck, a really good fuck from a really well hung man, a man older than me, not a boy,” she told me in her lovely Oxford English accent. Asking myself why are there so few top English players these days? Smirking when she asked, “Are you a really well hung man Michael?”
Before I could undress to show her I was a really well hung man, her coach took control. I could remember when she was a really top player, a glamour puss, the media loved to take pics of her in her skimpy tennis outfits. “This is what you need to get over today’s loss. A big cock for you. This man is huge, ten-inches and so thick. Fuck him for me. Use him, drain his balls.
I was quickly learning how good a really fit and determined female tennis player could me. My interest and knowledge of women’s tennis rapidly increasing as she used me and drained me while her coach watched. One of the perks of being a professional coach she told me.
The final of the women’s tournament was on the Saturday night. Ada had told me earlier in the week after the prize giving I was to be a second prize for the winner.
By that stage of the tournament I had been following it closely, I had skin in the game by then, and had learnt so much about about the politics of women’s tennis - and the gossip. I could hardly believe what my players told me about some of the other women and young girls on the circuit. Away from home for weeks and months at a time, staying luxury hotels. Huge prize money for the top players.
The winner of the tournament was a young, European girl in an upset two set walkover. While I was watching the presentation on TV, Ada phoned and gave me a room number of the hotel where the players were staying. “T11 will be ready in an hour.” Her high number indicating she was a long shot for the tournament.
The hotel concierge let me into the room, smirking as she told me, “Lucky you,” obviously aware of the tennis way of doing things each year.
Because of all the hype, interviews and photo ops that goes with winning, it was almost eleven when T11 arrived. Ada had phoned me twice to update me on her progress. “When she arrives I want you to impress her as soon as she walks in the door. Those are my instructions.” I took that to mean she wanted me to be naked under my short, black satin, dressing gown with it open with my cock on show.
In street clothes T11 was a knockout, a glamorous young European girl, twenty-years old when she arrived with her coach in tow. Another retired tennis pro, though a super fit, blond male, around forty-years old.
“Congratulations on your win,” I told her as we made eye contact, trying to impress her with dressing gown open with my cock on show for her, pleased that her coach was admiring my cock.
“My beautiful baby tournament winner has been looking forward to receiving her second prize for the night,” the coach told me. “We always work as a team, we always share the prizes on offer,” he told me. His way of telling me he wanted to suck my cock, give me a head job, after his winning protege had me.
Wow, I do enjoy a situation such as this. A beautiful, young girl with an athletic body for me to please while a man watches before he gives me a head job.
For her young age T11 was an extremely talented lover. Both of us enjoying her coach watching us fucking. Fucking, fucking and fucking some more. “You are huge, the biggest man I have ever had. And so thick, You fill me up,” she told me while on top of me, riding me, using me. Using me to climax, once, twice, then again before she used her cunt muscles to bring me off.
Afterwards her coach was naked, his attractive, toned super fit body on show for us, while watching us showering together, our hands all over each other. Both of us holding her coaches gaze as she teased my cock to a full on erection for him. “Do you want me to watch him blow you? Yes?”
T11 did watch her coach blow me while standing with my back to the wall facing a wall length mirror. Both of us admiring his erection. Standing alongside me, my hand on her ass. Licking and sucking my nipples, kissing with our tongues. Running a finger along her cunt lips.
“Is he good?,” she asked, knowing he was good, extremely good. Also knowing I couldn’t hold out much longer.
“He really is good, so good, so good, so fucking good,” I moaned as I ejaculated. My interest in professional women’s tennis at an all time high.
Even higher when I scanned the media the next day. T11 and her coach holding the trophy splashed all over the newspapers, internet and TV.