2 comments/ 29339 views/ 22 favorites Quitting Time: Anyone for Tennis? By: MeanBlackjack Disclaimer: All right, this story is not real. NOT REAL! Not to be read by anyone under the age of 18/21 yadda yadda yadda! I'd love to hear some feedback as per usual. Please feel free to leave me a comment in the COMMENT Box at the end of the page. You see those big empty stars too? Maybe bump those up to five full ones? We wouldn't want them to be empty now would we? All alone like that? You're not a monster are you? Author: Blackjack Celebrity: Blake Lively Codes: MF, Cons, Oral, Anal Tim Sales walked through the hallway of one of the more famous tennis clubs in Los Angeles. There weren't any celebrities in today, just a few of the one percent the news kept squawking about. As it was such a small club, there wasn't much need for to many members of staff. Tim was one of the lucky ones; he had been here when it had been a tennis club for all walks of life. Black, white, Asian, hell even kids were welcome in here but that changed when Fred McTavish, an overweight Scottish executive took over. Buying out the old owner, he used his connections with the Hollywood social scene to turn the place into a gold mine. Tim didn't feel too bad though, the previous owner was a nice man who had looked after his money and when the place was bought out, the old manager had been able to move to Florida with his wife and presumably was going to live out the rest of his days there. He got to reception and took off the girl currently running it, Janice, for her fifteen-minute break. Taking a quick peek through the check-in book, he saw no names of interest and that just added to the monotony of the job. Essentially, he was the manager of this place all the paper work and responsibility but without the pay grade. He was responsible for making sure everything was locked and wouldn't be broken into over night. So that meant he would have to go through each changing room, down each hall way into the equipment cupboard and make sure that was double pad-locked too. Standing up, Tim looked at the wall behind him. The whole place had a nineteen seventies horror movie hotel look about it. The walls were split in two near the middle, the bottom half was wood paneling while the top half was wallpaper. He remembered the summer he had spent getting it done for Mister McTavish. He had said that it would be cheaper if someone who was already employed did it. That job, like all the other shitty ones fell to Tim who received no extra pay for it. On the wall, there was a large glass cabinet with all of the trophies and various newspaper clippings about the club. Tim had been a pretty good tennis player in his youth and had actually won one of the championships in his youth. His picture had been moved to the back, behind one of the photos of McTavish looking at the camera with a big, dumb grin on his face. Reaching into his pants pocket, he pulled out his set of keys and opened the cabinet. Taking one quick look, he then swapped the two pictures around so that he was at the front and his overweight boss was at the back. Satisfied with his actions, he then sat down at the desk and waited out the clock. A lot of times it was like this, he would take someone off for his or her breaks and then there would be nothing to do. It was like this however, even with the club being one of the more well known venues in Los Angeles. He looked down at his notes when the front doors opened. Looking up, Tim recognized the customer immediately. It was Blake Lively, famous for Gossip Girl and The Green Lantern, she had also been in some Disney movie that was out of his demographic. She had on a blue sundress that flowed freely in the cool breeze. An expensive pair of 'Ray-bans' that came off as soon as she was inside the front hall covered her eyes. "Hi!" She said warmly, setting her gym bag down on the floor in front of her. "Blake Lively, four fifteen." "Hello Miss Lively, how are you today?" "Stressed!" She said with a smile. "Those damned cameras have been following me all day!" "I'm sorry to hear that Miss Lively..." Tim started but Blake's hand came up to stop him from saying any more. "Please, call me Blake." "... OK. I'm sorry to hear that... Blake..." There was a slight pause as Tim remembered to use the first name of the customer. "I see you've booked yourself in for a training session, I'm sorry to say this but our resident trainer Philip was been taken ill this morning. Someone should have called to let you know this." "Oh yeah, they did. I just need to work off some stress; can I use one of the machines?" "Yes, that will be absolutely fine. Is this your first time visiting the club?" He asked, wondering if she needed to be shown around the venue. "No, I've been here before thank you." She picked up her gym bag and made her way down the hallway to the left of him. She cast a sideways glance at Tim and then something caught her eye in the cabinet. "Is that you?" She asked, pointing a finger at the photo of the younger man. "It was, well it still is... It's me when I was younger." He blushed as he caught himself up, Blake's eyes roved over his body before meeting his. "You're in really good shape and you played in a competition. Could you play with me?" The dirtiness of that particular phrase wasn't lost on her as she smiled sexily, his cheeks flushed with red again before he caught himself. "As much as I'd love to Miss Lively..." Blake's right hand came up to his chest to stop him from speaking any more. "Blake... Continue." She said, tracing her finger from his chest down his muscular right arm. "As much as I'd love to... Blake... I can't. I have to run this place." That made the blonde actress pout sexily. "Awww poopies." Just as Tim was about to respond, Janice came back to the desk. Smiling to herself, it seemed like she had caught them in the act. Blake leant past Tim and looked at her. "Is he your boss?" She asked, jabbing a thumb in the direction of Tim. Janice looked at Tim, smiled and nodded her head. "He is, yes Miss." "He a good boss?" Blake retorted. "Masterful." Janice said again, her smile getting wider as the two young ladies exchanged a volley of words. "Masterful eh?" Blake looked back at Tim with a huge grin on her face. "Mind if I relieve you of this tyrant for a moment then?" Janice put her hands up as if she didn't mind it. Blake smiled and beckoned him with a crooked finger, she walked down the hallway and Tim followed like an obedient puppy. Not before shooting a look at Janice who smiled back at her with a thumb up to his direction. "Well big boy, why can't you send her home and play some tennis with me?" "We have lots more clients waiting... And! And we shut at six." "You shut at six?" Blake said, stopping in the hallway and looking at him. "If I came back at six could you teach me a lesson or two?" Grinning up at him, Tim struggled to find a reason not to. "Sure, I don't see why not." "Great!" She hugged the taller man excitedly. 'She must really love tennis.' Tim suggested to himself. As he awkwardly half-hugged her back, she let go of the hug and then bent at an angle to look at his nametag. His eyes looked down to where she was and he could see all the way down her top! She had on a white sports bra that kept her decently sized breasts in place. "Thanks Tim!" She said with a huge grin and then kissed him on the left cheek. He watched her go as she made her way into the women's changing rooms. As he walked away, he heard Janice wolf-whistle at him. Smiling, he paid no attention and moved on to doing his usual routine. All the while, thinking about his singles match with Blake Lively a little later on in the evening. He walked past the courts a little after their meeting and could see her batting against the ball launchers. He noted that she actually had a pretty good average number of hits, but he wondered whether she was using a lower setting that she was used to. Shaking the thought away, he carried on about his day. When he passed the window again, about an hour later she wasn't there any more. 'Must've gone home.' He mused to himself as he walked on. Customers came and went, and when quarter to five came, he started to get a bit more nervous. The customers nearly always used cards so there wasn't any change to be counted or put in a safe. So, he let Janice out and telephoned Mister McTavish's office in New York. There were a few rings and his long-suffering assistant, Alex answered the phone. "Mister McTavish's office." "Hi Alex, it's Tim." "Hi Tim, how are things?" "Great thanks," Tim paused for breath and carried on. "I'm keeping the club open for a little later than usual tonight. We've got a celebrity who wants some private lessons with me!" "You're kidding!? Who?" Alex asked, his curiosity piqued by this revelation. "Blake Lively." There was a sharp inhalation of air on the other side of the phone, Alex seemed to be cursing and showing a sign on amazement all at the same time. "Just how did you manage that?" "What can I say? I've got all the right moves." He laughed down the phone when he saw another car pull up to the lot outside of the club. "That's her now, can you let the boss man know?" "Sure can buddy. By the way, if she needs a massage you give me a call! Not practicing or anything but I'd give it a shot!" Chuckling away, both men hung up their phones, Tim tucked his away in his pocket. Looking through the glass door, Tim saw Blake get out of her car wearing the same outfit as before. She looked up the steps and waved at him, he matched her wave and unlocked the door. Blake jogged up the steps and smiled warmly at him as they stepped inside. "Hi Tim." She said with a smile as he locked the doors behind them. "Hi Blake, all ready for your lesson then?" She smiled at him and bit her bottom lip. "Actually, I think I'd rather have a one on one session with you." "I'm sorry?" He asked, not sure if he'd mis-heard her. "A match. I think I'm ready for a match, if you're good to go then so am I." She beamed proudly as they walked down the hallway to the dressing rooms. "Sure, I don't see why not." "Not a hard one... Well maybe you can get harder as the night goes on but I'd like it to start off slow and steady... You know what I mean?" She asked with a grin from ear to ear. "Yes, I know what you mean." Tim replied with an equally big grin on his face. "Let's get changed and see where the evening takes us, yeah?" Blake smiled and winked at him, before walking into the women's changing rooms to get ready. He grinned inanely to himself before stepping into the men's changing rooms, he always kept a spare uniform at the venue just in case he wanted to blow off some steam after work. Unzipping the bag, Tim grabbed his white uniform and changed into a polo shirt and some white shorts. Slipping on some socks and shoes and made his way out to the court. There were three courts designed for games between people, and at the far, right and far left of each court there were two smaller pens with machines in them. There were several times when Tim had been called out onto the court because the machines had been 'faulty or defective' turns out all the people who used them were trying to show off their tennis skills to business partners or whatever. The courts were covered by high fences that traced around the courts. They were close to six feet above the metal grating, but the wooden paneling of the fences moved all the way down to the bottom of the court. Unlocking the middle court, he pulled the chain that wrapped around the door's handle and through one of the metal gaps in the linked fence. Tossing the metal chain over his shoulder, Tim opened the door wide and then fed the chain through the chain link fence and fastened the padlock in place keeping the door open. Pulling the chain that hung around his neck out of his shirt, Tim walked over to the equipment cabinet near the side of the court. Leafing through the available rackets, he found one he liked and removed it from the cabinet. Unzipping the bag and put it in the cabinet, making some feint moves with the racket he seemed satisfied with the choice. He heard the door go and Blake joined him on the court. Turning to see her, he was stunned. She had on a similar outfit to Tim's, but instead of shorts, she had on a short skirt. She also had on some sports socks, the ones that don't go all the way up but would hook around the ankle. Each of her wrists had on sweatbands and she had a sweatband in her hair, keeping the hair out of her eyes. She had a racket in her right hand and a green ball in her left. "You're in shorts? Very nice! You look just as cut as you do wearing that stuffy uniform!" She commented, looking him up and down with a sly smile on her face. "Yeah, well I figured a big shot like you probably plays a good game and besides even with the sun as hot as it is, I don't want dehydration to come into it." He said half-jokingly, half-serious, as he wasn't exactly sure about her skills. "Like that's going to happen! I think after tonight you're going to make me yours. In tennis that is." She added, her sexy tongue slid out ever so slightly as she spoke. Tim couldn't help but smile and think of something else. An erection would be painfully obvious especially in those shorts and misplaced shot could spell a hospital trip for him. "Ready to go down then?" She asked, a big grin on her face. Again with the innuendos, that made Tim smile. "I think it's going to be you going down... But you're welcome to try." He grinned and motioned for her to step into the court. She grinned and flicked her long blonde hair backwards. "Should I serve?" "By all means." Tim said with a smile, waving his racket in the direction of the open court. Tim held back and let Blake walk in first, an action she seemed to appreciate. "Such a gentleman." She complemented him as he smiled and subsequently shrugged at the action. Blake walked past the fence in the middle of the court and took the side opposite him. She bounced the ball once, twice, three times and caught it on the fourth bounce. "Ready?" She asked, Tim nodded, gripped his racquet and spread his legs, half-bending over in a ready position. She grinned and matched his stance, bounced the ball once more and sent it over the court to him. Being a semi-pro, Tim had no trouble reaching it and sent it back to her. The game continued like that for a few volleys until Blake started to lose the drive Tim had. "Losing the will to compete Blake?" He asked, a smile on his face as he smacked the ball back. It bounced out of bounds and scored a point for him. "One-Luv to me." Blake smirked and gave him the finger. He protested with a cheeky smile on his face. A couple more volleys and Tim was starting to get better and better. Eventually he beat her completely with Blake not managing to score any points. "So, how was that?" He asked, as she sighed heavily and took a sip out of her sports bottle. "Rough, but fun." She said with a smile, holding the cold bottle to her head. Then, she grinned and moved over to the other side of the court. "You want to go again?" He asked, not sure if he understood her intentions. "I want to go all night long." She said with a wicked smile before adding. "If you can keep up." "Oh, I can believe me. Unless you want me to show you?" He asked, making it a question to continue their sexual word game. "Oh, I'd like you to show me. Show me all night Tim." She grinned before tossing the ball to him. She started to get better but was still nowhere near Tim's level. As the game continued, Blake started to get into it by moaning with each smack of the racquet. The moans started off as guttural but moved up to more high pitched squeals each one turning Tim on. "Trying... Ugh... To turn... Ugh... Me on?" Tim asked, in between smacks of the racquet. "Uh! Why? Uh! Would... Uh! You... Say that?" She asked, her eyes shining with smutty intent. "Ugh... No reason..." He replied, a smile on his face. As the game progressed, Tim and Blake exchanged trash talk however, Blake's got more and more thinly veiled innuendos. Tim couldn't help but smile as they played tennis. "So, what are you doing after this?" Tim asked, sending the ball back to her. "Don't know, may go get a drink... You want to come with me?" She asked, flicking an eyebrow up as she looked up at him. "I'd love to, but what about your boyfriend. Leo DiCaprio?" He asked, not really wanting to get his ass kicked by a Hollywood star. "Oh, we broke up." "I'm sorry." Tim said, not sure what else to say. "Don't be," She said with a smile, "I get to hang out with cute guys like you now." Tim smiled and caught the ball she sent at him. There were a couple of more volleys before Tim trounced her again, Blake got hold of the ball and bounced it one more time before catching it. "Hey, I think maybe we should stop now. I'm getting kind of tired now." Blake said, surprising him slightly. "Can I get a shower here?" "Yeah, that's no problem." Tim said with a smile. "This wasn't too much was it?" He asked, slightly concerned at the fact that he may have put her off with his smutty talk. "No, it was fine. I'm just kind of tired." Tim nodded OK, and grabbed his racquet and walked out of the court. Locking it after him, he then moved over to the equipment cabinet and locked it up. Taking a sip of his water, Tim walked into the changing room and heard the shower was still going. 'That's weird, I'm the only one here.' He thought to himself. Looking around, he found nothing useful to defend himself with, just in case there was some sort of degenerate in there. Inch by inch, he moved his way along the tiled floor of the changing room. Taking one deep breath, Tim jumped into the changing room shower and found Blake there washing herself. Naked. She looked over her shoulder and saw him standing there. "Oh! Hey!" Ducking her head under the jet of warm water, she flicked her hair back and spun round to face him. Her moderately sized breasts were soaking wet and her nipples had hardened in the act. Leaning her head forward, she stepped out of the stream so she was closer to the stunned tennis club worker. "Uh? Hi? Earth to Tim!" She said jokingly, waving her hands in front of his face. He nodded, not quite processing it all. He looked her body up and down, her pubic hair had been trimmed in a small thin patch just above her pussy. The wet blonde hair clung to her body as if it was some sort of frightened animal. "Blake... You're naked..." He mumbled, finally catching eye contact with her. She grinned and nodded her head. "Well, yeah. I'd get my outfit wet if I showered with my clothes on right?" Turning away from him, she then bent over at the waist and picked up her sponge. For the slightest moment, Tim could see her pink pussy's lips, waiting to be fucked. She then took hold of a shampoo bottle she had brought with her, squirted the liquid onto the sponge, and rubbed the soapy suds against her firm body. "Were the women's showers broken?" He asked, his seven-inch cock straining against his shorts now painfully obvious to Blake who smiled at his erection. "No, I just prefer the company in here." She added with a sexy wink. Turning away from him, she held the sponge in the air and looked over her shoulder at him. "Do my back?" Jumping at the chance, Tim ripped his shirt almost clean off his body and his shorts were off almost as quickly as his shirt had been. His veiny member bobbed freely in the air as he kicked his shoes off his feet and the socks soon joined them. Stepping into the jet of warm water with Blake Lively hadn't exactly been on his list of things to do today but she was right at the top of that list. Quitting Time: Anyone for Tennis? Taking the sponge from her waiting hand, she smiled warmly as his cock brushed up against her right ass cheek. He put the fabric up against her soft skin and slowly started to brush the sponge against her back. She purred slowly and sexily at the touch as he rubbed the piece of cleaning apparatus against her back. She stuck her chest out ever so slightly as he moved down to the small of her back. He watched with genuine curiosity as the soapy suds ran down her perfect body from where he had been washing down to her bottom end. They ran over her ample ass and onto her athletic thighs. "Have you showered today?" She asked him, looking over her shoulder and seeing his black locks get wet under the stream of water. When he shook his head no, she smiled and faced the front again. "I'll have to clean you up then." She took a step back and her body pushed up against his. Taking advantage of his temporary lack of movement, she took the sponge from his hand and moved it down to her ass. Lathering up each cheek, she then put the sponge back in his hand and pushed her ass against his cock. Trapping his organ between the two fleshy cheeks, she started to slide them up and down his pole, essentially washing his cock with her ass. Snapping back into reality after that amazing turn of events, Blake took hold of Tim's hands and put them on the front of her body. He wrapped one arm across her waist to keep her steady and the other one drifted over to her breasts. Cautiously, he started to rub the sponge across her left tit, catching the nipple as he went. When she moaned, he stopped unsure of what the moan signified. "Ohhhh is good Tim. Keep going baby." She said with a smile, her hands reaching behind her to run through his black hair. Tim nodded and continued, moving over to her right tit he repeated the motion. Rubbing against her nipple, Blake let out the same moan much to the young man's pleasure. Blake suddenly stopped grinding against his shaft and removed his hands from her body. Turning around to face him, she looked into his ocean blue eyes and pulled him into a kiss. Their tongues slipped into each other's mouths and tasted the others for the first time. His large tongue playfully batted against hers as her arms wrapped around his neck and his held onto her waist. Breaking the kiss, their eyes slowly opened and she smiled up at him. "I'm really glad I came back for... Lessons." "Me too..." He said with a grin, her right hand ran down his torso, tracing a finger over his cut abs. She seemed rather impressed with them as she made a point to trace each individual curve of his skin. Eventually though, her hand fell down to his large cock and balls. She wrapped a hand around it and gave it a few quick tugs. "Maybe I should wash this for you? It seems only fair..." She said, smiling up at him. His eyes were struggling to stay open, they would flicker with every pump that her hand made. "I'll take that as a yes." She said with a grin, leaning up, she kissed him on his cheek and dropped to her knees in front of him. Blake took hold of the shower's head and quickly splashed Tim's knob with the warm jet of water, cleaning off and soap she had applied to it. She put her left hand on his stomach to steady herself and held onto his large balls with her right hand. Casually rolling them around in her hand, she smiled as she looked the prick up and down. She opened her mouth and took the head of his prick inside her warm, wet mouth for the first time. Gasping at the contact, Tim's head fell back and looked to the sky as he put his hands behind him and steadied himself with the wall of the shower. Blake closed her lips around his shaft and started to slowly drag her sealed lips up and down the meaty pole. Her tongue unashamedly bashed against the hard flesh in her mouth as she slid her lips up and down his cock. She was only taking in a few inches of his dick, the head and a couple more inches after that. Removing her hands from his body, Blake ran her hands over the back of his thighs. Admiring his hard body, her hands soon traveled to the back of his body and up to his toned ass. As she cupped his ass cheeks, she pushed herself a little further on his cock keeping her tongue in place and dragging it along with her sealed lips. She moaned casually as she sucked his cock, she put on her best puppy dog eyes and looked up at him. When they made eye contact, he moaned again at the look she was giving him. She smiled and throatily groaned around his member, making him groan in turn. Making a few more bobs up and down his shaft, Blake slowly pulled herself off of his prick but kept her face where it was. The saliva covered organ bobbed up and down in the air, smacking her in the face several times. He watched her own spit decorate her face and groaned at the erotic action in front of him. Using her left hand, she pushed his cock up against his stomach and gave the underside of his dick a broad stroke with her tongue. Tracing the vein that ran underneath his organ, when she reached the tip of his dick she casually flicked her tongue over the piss slit making him shudder at the action. Jerking his cock with her left hand, Blake moved closer to her new found lover's groin and took his left ball in her mouth. She would make irregular jerking patterns with her hand while sucking on the testicle. The blonde haired actress sucked on his sac and flicked her tongue against the skin making him groan. With each pump of his dick, her right hand had been squeezing his ass cheek. Swapping over to the right ball, her hand jerking him off was making more slow but sensual pumps. Whenever she reached the bottom of his shaft, she would lightly squeeze the member not enough to hurt him but enough to make him groan in pleasure. Her tongue was doing all the work on his right ball, smacking against it with careless abandon. She grew weary of working on his nuts and removed her lips from it, taking hold of his shaft, she steadied it and started to suck it again. Taking more in her mouth now because of her previous lubrication with her own spit and the warm jet of water from the shower. She had taken in close to five of his seven inches and she could tell he was getting ready to blow soon. A small trail of precum emerged from his dick's head which her tongue lapped up greedily. Taking his hands from the wall, she placed them on her head and made a few passing pumps with his hands to indicate that she wanted her face fucked. He looked down at her, caution on his face but she smiled and nodded as best she could with his dick in her mouth. He in turn nodded and ran her hands through her wet golden hair and started to pump into her mouth. Blake moaned at the action he was taking as his cock stabbed at the back of her throat. She had closed her eyes and was letting him have his way with her. Soon, he had built up a rhythm and had managed to get all seven inches inside her mouth. She felt his balls slap against her chin as he got more and more intense with each thrust. His dick twitched in her mouth and he shot his load. The first burst caught her off guard but she regained her composure and let the rest of the load catch inside her mouth. With three or four more spurts he was done, his dick slipped out of her mouth and he rested against the wall. The young Hollywood starlet stood up and moved closer to him. Pressing her young body up against his toned body, she looked up and smiled wickedly. Taking hold of his head, she pulled him down closer to him and she opened her mouth. Inside, he could see his entire load that he had just shot. Blake then swallowed his load in one big gulp. His semi erect penis jerked at the erotic action, she smiled and flicked her slick, wet golden hair back. "One luv to me then?" She asked, batting her eyelids at the hunk in front of her. "Yeah, I think so. See how you do with this volley though." Tim replied with a grin, reaching down he hoisted the blonde-haired woman up by her thighs and span her around. Pinning her against the cold tiled wall, he held her steady as she shrieked at the contact of her skin against the tiles. Her legs soon linked together and rested just above his ass as he kissed her neck. It was Blake's turn to moan to the sky as he kissed all the right spots. Soon, almost as if on impulse, her hips were grinding against his like the young man was fucking her. Kissing down her body to the valley of her breasts, Tim altered from sucking the right nipple to the left, all the while kissing from side to side. Keeping her pinned against the wall, Tim reached down to his groin and gave it a quick tug. Feeling it was hard again and ready to go, he aimed it at her pussy and pushed it in. Blake let out a squeal of pleasure as her most sensitive and intimate lips were pushed apart by his hard cock. Blake took Tim's head in her hands and pulled his head up to look at her. She leant in and planted another kiss on the young man's lips as his dick moved in and out of her. Her hands were on his face, stroking at the soft, yet toned skin of the young man fucking her. Their tongues batted against each others as Blake tried to get the upper hand and dominance of the fleshy organs. With one arm wrapped around the sultry star of Gossip Girl, his free hand moved up to Blake's breasts and he started to paw at the flesh. Lightly squeezing her mammary and tugging on her nipple, she moaned into his mouth whenever he touched her skin. Blake's hips were writhing at his every touch as he pushed her against the wall a little harder. She gasped at the contact as more of her exposed skin made contact with the cool tiled surface. Taking Blake's hands off his face, Tim pushed them up against the white wall and grunted heavily as he continued to drill her as hard as he could. Changing positions of his hands again, he put them up against the wall on either side of the lovely young starlet's head to steady himself. Blake hugged him tighter, her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs hooked around his waist and squeezed tighter as she started to grind her hips against his invading member. Her clit was rubbing against the invading prick and her speech pattern was becoming a charade of the earlier with her voice becoming a higher and higher squeal of energy. Her mouth was open and she was sucking in a lot of air, struggling to find a good balance between moaning like a whore and screaming the house down with the upcoming orgasm that was tickling her entire body. Gasping, Blake's eyes shot open, her limbs squeezed at the young man fucking her and her body went rigid as she came on Tim's prick. He smiled and continued to fuck her as she writhed around bathing in the after glow of the tasty orgasm. As the internal explosion of the orgasm settled in her stomach, Tim put her down on her feet and withdrew from her. She was about to raise her concerns when he moved her around and stood behind her. She nodded and got with the program quickly. Putting her hands on the wall in front of her, she wiped away some sweat and ran her hands through her hair. The jet of warm water from the shower still running, neither of them had thought to turn it off and it was providing a nice cooling supply of water for the two fuck partners occupying the shower stall. Blake bit down on her bottom lip as Tim rubbed his dick against her wet lips for a brief pause before slipping it inside her again. Blake let out a low guttural moan as he wrapped an arm around her waist and held her in place. Bending at the waist, Tim put his hand on top of Blake's right hand and locked his fingers between hers as they kissed again. Their mouths opened and kissed again messily, all care and order had broken down when Blake orgasmed. Tim's thrusts were getting more and more desperate as he buried his entire shaft inside the hot, tight and wet pussy of Blake Lively. One of her hands trailed down to where he was fucking her and she started to rub her now hard clit. His eyelids fluttered as he felt his dick start to shake due to being buried balls deep in Blake Lively. Kissing her cheek and down to her neck, he panted as he started to get more erratic with his thrusts. "Blake... I'm going to cum soon." He admitted as she nodded and looked over her shoulder at him. "Want to fuck my ass until you cum?" His eyes went wide at the prospect of fucking her ass. Anal was a treat for him with most normal women but here was a movie star offering it to him. He nodded and slowly pulled his shaft out of her wet pussy. They both shared a mutual groan of pleasure as his soaking wet dick, slick with her juices lightly slapped against her pussy's lip. Blake smiled and put her head against the wall and spread her ass cheeks ready for him to attack it. Tim pushed his dicks head against Blake's more forbidden hole. Looking up at her, he saw no signs of resistance as his dick's head pushed up against her ass hole. He took her by the hips and pushed forward. Blake grimaced and bit down on her bottom lip as two of his seven inches invaded her ass. "Gimmie... Just give me a minute." Blake said, her head falling down low as she adjusted to the anal intrusion. Tim nodded and waited patiently as the blonde movie star in front of him bit her bottom lip and looked over her shoulder at him. Giving a simple nod, he matched it and pushed into her ass a little further. He was now well past the half way mark and Blake let out a little moan to accompany it. Reaching under her waist, the dark haired young man rubbed at her pussy. Slipping his right index finger into her wet folds, his thumb brushed against her clit slowly. She moaned lowly, yet sexily as his fingers explored her insides. As he slipped his fingers in again, he pushed inwards towards her managing to get another couple of inches inside her. Six out of his seven inches were buried inside her now and he seemed more than content with it. Brushing her hair back, he asked her slowly. "Is this OK?" She looked over her shoulder at him, bit down on her lip and nodded. He returned the nod and slowly pulled out of her asshole so that a few inches were left inside her. Pushing in again, he groaned alongside her as her sphincter clamped down on his invading cock. Blake leant back and opened her mouth, trying to kiss him again. He leant forward and applied his lips to hers, their tongues slid into each others mouths and batted against the others. The sound of skin on skin and the two young people embraced in a passionate clinch filled the room. Blake's moans were rising and rising as Tim paid careful attention to his thrusting, he didn't want to hurt her, but he did want to get off. He doubled his finger fucking and was paying extra attention to her rock hard clit. Blake's moans became a squeal and her back arched, breaking away from their kiss. She then exploded all over his hand, her juices leaked over his fingers as her head fell down low. She was panting from the sexual climax and was now grunting with each thrust into her asshole. When he lifted his hand up from underneath her, she grabbed hold of his wrist and pulled it towards her. Flicking her tongue over the tips of his fingers, Blake was making sure she got every bit of her juices up. Closing his eyes in sheer disbelief, his hips slapped against her ass one last time and he blew his load inside her. He buried himself as deep inside her as he could and let rip with a torrent of sperm built up since the blowjob earlier in the evening. Satisfied, he slowly withdrew from her ass and sat on the floor to catch his breath. Her ass cheeks slowly went back to the way they were as some of his cum dribbled out of her asshole. Reaching behind herself, she scooped up some of the cum and sucked on it like it was going dry. She looked down at Tim and smiled, getting onto her knees as well, she straddled his hips and shrieked when he playfully wrapped his arms around her waist and tugged her down into a lying down position. His head rested against the cold tiled floor as he caught his breath. Her head lay on his chest, also sucking in wind as their heart beats returned to normal. His left hand came up and he ran his fingers through her hair, she looked up and smiled. Planting a soft kiss on his chest, she went back to lying on him. There was a brief pause before he broke the silence. "I guess... That makes it one-one?" She looked up at his grinning face and nodded her head. "I guess so. I may have to bring a partner next time... Do some mixed doubles? But, you're so good you could probably take us both on at once... In tennis that is." "You... You are unbelievable you know that?" He said with a grin. She climbed up his body and kissed him on the lips, a brief bit of tongue before she sat up next to him. "Yes, yes I do. Do you want to go again or should we call it a night?" Sighing heavily, he sat up. "I think we should probably call it a night. I need to be up for seven tomorrow... You're welcome to come back for... Practice..." He added, not wanting to sound desperate but not wanting to sound too eager either. "Oh believe me I'll be coming back. I need that rematch with you." With that, she climbed up and walked into the jet of the warm water of the shower. Washing off the sweat and cum on her fingers, she then made her way out of the shower block and into the women's changing rooms. Tim climbed to his feet and took a quick shower as well. When they were both done, they made their way out to the front where he locked up. They walked down the path to their cars and chatted about nonsense, when they reached the lot she leant up and kissed him on the cheek. Slipping him a piece of paper, he unfolded it and looked as she drove off. It was a note with her phone number and her autograph. 'If you're ever in New York... Call me! Blake, xoxo.' Grinning to himself, he folded up the paper neatly and got into his own car. He definitely would do that.