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Nikki

By: markchamberlain



"Can I come in?"

"Of course, Nikki, what's wrong...?" I was concerned as I opened the screen door and let Nikki in. I didn't know my neighbor very well - we had had a number of casual conversations in the front yard in the year since she and her husband moved next door. So I was somewhat surprised to find her at my doorstep, with tears in her eyes.

"Oh it's not an emergency or anything," she said. "I just don't know who else to talk to."

"About what?", I asked.

She looked down at the floor suddenly unsure of what to say next. "Well...I don't know maybe I should just go...I mean we don't know each other all that well..."

Well she was right - we didn't know each other that well - but I thought she looked like she needed reassuring. "It's OK, Nikki," I said, "you're obviously upset and need to talk to somebody right now. You wouldn't have come over if it didn't make you feel better to talk. Just let it go and I'm sure you'll feel 100% better."

"Well, OK...just try to understand...it was such a shock, I need someone to talk to...", she said as I guided her over to the sofa and sat her down. I took a seat next to her and put on my best I'm-here-to-help-you look. 

She was nervous and fidgety, but apparently mustered up the courage to continue. "It's Jack," she started. "I just ...well I just walked in and found him....well...you know...". 

Jack, of course, as her husband. She couldn't seem to find words that would allow her to continue, but yet were consistent with her level of inhibition. But I could pretty well guess at this point, just based on her embarrassment. "Was there someone else there?", I asked.

"Oh, yes..." more tears welled up in her eyes. She was silent for a while, then looked up at me "I guess you can imagine ...I mean, yes, what you're thinking is right "

"Sure," I said, "a similar thing happened to me before. It happens to a lot of people. You're not the only one at all."

"I just don't know how I am supposed to feel....I'm so mixed up right now." Nikki was in control, but clearly the thoughts we racing through her head. "I mean, how did this ever start? What did I do? Where do we go from here...?". She fell silent again.

"Was it someone you knew?" I asked, hoping I wasn't being too inquisitive. I thought it would help her to talk about it a bit. And heck, I'll admit it, I was a little curious at that point. 

"Oh ...yes".

I raised my eyebrows - "And...?"

"Michelle", she said, nodding her head in the direction up the street.

My jaw dropped "Michelle Deere?" She nodded in the affirmative. Now it was my turn to be shocked. I tried not to look too amazed, and make Nikki feel even more self-conscious, but I was a little astounded. Michelle was the daughter of the couple two doors down from me (Nikki's next-door neighbor). She was a 18 year old high-school girl, as pretty as they come. Of course I had noticed her before, walking around in the neighborhood. She had long-gently waving blonde hair, and he thin perky athletic frame of a young girl. Her face was about as cute as can be, like a little doll. Her body was newly blossomed into the shape of a fertile woman, with ample firm breasts. But she seemed so - so wholesome, I guess, walking off to school with her friends, in her little cheerleader skirt, giggling and smiling like - well, like a high school girl. She certainly had a radiant beauty, but to me always seemed so wholly untouchable, pure, and innocent that I couldn't readily imagine her being sexual. 

Sure, I had, on a few mornings, awakened with an erection and ethereal vision of Michelle's legs, or ankles, or slender fingers, or ruby lips, dancing about in my head. I had even gone farther a few times, idly touching, stroking, and playing with myself until the images became more overtly sexual, gradually increasing in intensity until I felt a release of ecstasy. I had enjoyed the familiar warm, wet, slippery fluid of pleasure dripping all over my cock , balls, stomach, thighs, and imagined her lying with me there, tracing her little finger in the semen, running it over my chest, my thighs, my cock, then seductively placing her finger in her mouth and giving an impish little smile as she tasted my desire. But it wasn't a frequent fantasy. And it wasn't' one that I found satisfying later in the day, when my mind was more alert, and I found more realistically possible fantasies more compelling. 

"Wow," I said. "She's so...young. How...?"

"I don't know how...I had absolutely no idea."

"Are you sure it was her - I mean, did you see her?". Now she had my full attention. 

"That's the part that really threw me," Nikki started. "It wasn't like I just found a letter, or a lipstick stained collar, or the scent of perfume. It was just right there in front of me."

"What do you mean?". Hopefully my prurient interest was not too obvious. Honestly speaking, I was concerned about Nikki, and hopefully a good friend. But Jesus, how am I supposed to not want to hear this?

"Well,...." now she again paused, apparently realizing that further description was going to probe the boundaries of propriety. But again, she resolved to continue. "You know how we have that porch in the back with a glass door.? When the house is dark, you can see out there, but anyone out there can't really see in the house. So yes, I could see them fairly well, and they couldn't see me. Believe me, there was absolutely no doubt about who it was and what was going on. It was her. And they did everything."

Now I suppose I shouldn't have pried, but that kind of jumped out at me. "What do you mean 'everything'? I mean, how do you know they .... - didn't you only see them for an instant of time....?" I trailed of as I realized in mid sentence that what I was really asking is if she had stood in the dark, quietly breathing, watching like a dirty little voyeur - watching up close while her husband engaged in multiple sexual acts with a pretty little teenage girl. It's not a question you ask a neighbor you barely know, but that's how it had come out.

Nikki turned even redder than she was before, suddenly realizing what she had said. "Well....I guess I expected them to see me...and when they didn't....I just stood there. I didn't know what to do. I just stood there. I don't know...." Then suddenly she was defiant - "Well anyway, I am not the pervert here - I wasn't the one standing on the porch having sex with a young little teenage girl." 

"Of course you aren't - I didn't mean anything by it - I just didn't understand...I mean..." I was trying to backpedal as best I could. And I meant it - it wasn't her fault what happened, of course.

But this seemed to trigger another level of confession in her. "Oh God, you're right, I feel so dirty....I guess that's the part that really upset me most of all. I was so confused. I can't understand what happened - what I felt. My first reaction was to scream. But when I didn't, then the next second passed, and then the next, and then more time - and still I just stood there. Then I slowly started noticing the details - staring at them. I just became so mesmerized standing there, watching, looking - there were just right there in front of me. I felt like I could just reach out and touch them. Everything seemed so interesting, so new - I've never watched anything like that. Oh God, you must think I'm a mess. I should just go. I've made enough of a fool of myself here. Please, please don't ever tell anyone about this."

I suddenly felt for her a new compassion. She was clearly in the midst of such personal confusion. It was terrifying for her, and I wanted to comfort her. I reached out and touched her shoulder. "Nikki, I want you to know a few things. First, your secret is safe with me - I swear to you. Second, I swear I do not think one bad thing about you. What happened was not your fault, and you have nothing to feel guilty about. You are OK. You are more than OK. You are a wonderful, beautiful, adorable, charming, sexy woman, and you deserve to be happy. However this ends up working out, I hope you are happy. You deserve to be. Don't let your perception of other people's inhibitions rob you of peace and happiness."

Nikki put her head on my shoulder. I put my arm around her. She leaned into me and began sobbing heavily. I hugged her gently. I held her close, with her forehead pressed softly against my neck. She cried and cried. I kissed her temple and whispered soft reassurances to her. "Go ahead and cry honey, you'll get it sorted out later....you're a wonderful person....". We sat like this, saying very little, for a long time.

* * * 

At last, she seemed emotionally spent. The tears were empty. She seemed to take on that resigned, uninhibited, matter-of-fact attitude that comes after a good long cry. She sat up, looked at me, and gave a little smile. "Well, I'm afraid I've made a mess of your shirt." 

"Hey, no problem, what's a little tears and snot between friends." I said, gently wiping her face with a tissue. "Yech" I said, as I tossed it away.

She laughed again, in a more relaxed way than was possible before. She was no longer wild-eyed, excitable, and confused. She was relaxed - her eyelids almost seemed to droop slightly. "Well now what, I wonder. Do I go over and see Mr. Stud? I wonder if Michelle is still there."

"Don't know," I said, " what do you feel? Anger? Irreconcilable distance? Acceptance...?"

"Oh, I don't know. I guess I'm all cried out. I just feel like moving on somehow. I'm tired of being upset. But, I just can't get those images out of my mind. I don't think I can look at Jack, and not think of him behind Michelle, grasping her little naked ass, driving his dick into her. I don't think I can look at Michelle and not think of her looking up at Jack with come all over her face, licking it all off her lips. But I don't have to talk to Michelle ever. I do have to talk to Jack. I guess I have to tell him I saw him, and see what happens. I don't see any other way."

I admit I was a little shocked when she threw in those few words of graphic detail about the incident. That was new. But even more than being shocked, I was drawn in...I suddenly and intensely wanted to hear more. But I didn't know how to ask without sounding too curious, so I just kept my questions as the more intellectual level. "Well you're probably right," I said. "But how do you feel...can you live with it? Is this the first step to recovery, or the first step to divorce? Or do you know yet?"

She wrinkled her brow a little. "You know, that's funny, I hadn't really thought of it like that. I guess the part that I have to come to terms with is how I felt watching them. That's the part that really blew me away. It's like his infidelity is a secondary issue."

"What is there to come to terms with...?" I wasn't sure I understood.

"Well..." again she flashed a look of reticence for the first time after her cry. "Well, I don't know.."

"Look Nikki," I said, "after all we just went through, you can level with me. It's not exactly easy to go through all that again and confide in another person. So who else are you going to talk to, other than me, who is impartial - who isn't involved? I think you need a friend, and I promise you can tell me anything in absolute confidence, without fear of judgment. No inhibitions necessary."

She seemed to consider it a moment, and then resolve herself. "You know, you're right ...you're right. I can't think of anyone I could talk to about this where I wouldn't be terrified of what they would think of me. I don't really have a person to confide in in that way." Then she looked me straight in the eye and smiled. "So Mark, let me make you a deal. If you promise not the judge me, and keep this in confidence, then I promise I won't be inhibited with you. And you can be the same way with me. I'd appreciate that a lot. I could use a friend like that."

"OK." I shook her hand. "Deal." We smiled and lingered holding hands for a moment.

"So, new best pal, what exactly is the problem that's bothering you?"

Only a moment of care crossed her face before she resolved to lay it all out. "Well, to be perfectly honest, the part that bothers me is getting a little turned on."

I don't think I looked surprised. I think I looked non-judgmental and concerned. But in reality I almost fell off the couch.

"Well, OK, a lot turned on," she continued. "That's it. That's the problem." 

"Why did you get turned on? Do you know?" I don't know how long I had been semi-erect - probably a while - but I became a little more conscious of it now. 

"Well, that's the part that bothers me." Again, there was a moment of hesitation. "I ...well...," she stammered for a while, and then "oh Geez, I can't say this without being sort of graphic, if you know what I mean."

"Of course, I understand - there just aren't prissy words for some things, " I reassured her. "You can't share openly if you have to worry constantly about finding a euphemism for every word, and it certainly isn't necessary for my sake. So just don't worry about it."

She seemed sufficiently reassured to decide that it was OK to step outside the bounds of normal conversation. She took a deep breath and dove in. "I think it's sort of Michelle. I mean, I like my husband's body. He has a really big, thick cock. It's so hard and warm, and there's that little curve up that just hits my G-spot when he does me. He's just - I don't know - sort of delicious in a sexual way. But I see him all the time. What I couldn't help noticing - what surprised me - was how gorgeous that little girl is. God, her body is so perfect. Smooth, young, tight, everything shaped just right - like a little goddess. And so innocent and cute looking! I've seen men being sexual, of course, but I never really watched a woman totally nude, turned on, and feeling completely, unabashedly sexual. And to see that for the first time with that perfect girl - I mean seeing her totally nude, spread-eagle on the floor, taking a huge hard cock into her little pink pussy - it was just awesome."

She was clearly getting into it a little bit. So was I. Her eyes were excited and her cheeks a little flushed. "And then there was the feeling between the two of them - I could just see the electric pleasure wherever they touched, especially in their sex parts. That was so erotic. I mean, I fantasize about watching people do it when I masturbate - probably you do too, right?"

I nodded in hasty agreement

"But this was so much more erotic than I could ever have conjured up in my mind. His dick was all wet and glistening with her fuck juice, hard as a rock, and it slid into her pussy so far - I couldn't believe she could take it all, with her pussy so young and tight. But she seemed to love it, and have no inhibition at all about enjoying it. So sexual for such a young girl! I never thought of her that way. I mean, I'm pissed at Jack for being such a shit, but God, I wish I could watch it again."

"Wow" I said. "That does sound kind of erotic. OK, more than kind of erotic. What did they do?" I was fully erect now, probably dripping pre-cum in my pants. How could I not be? I liked the way she got into it - the way the she had dropped all inhibitions and let the words flow out freely - words and thoughts that one doesn't usually say in everyday conversation.

"Well,...:you're really going to think I'm nuts, but what the heck. When I first walked in, they had all their clothes on. He had his arm around her waist. I'm thinking - hey, that's probably not real smart, touching a teenage girl like that, I mean you know how things are these days - she might take it as harassment, and so on. I was thinking of how I would warn him about it later. But then she turned around and looked at him, and in that one look I knew that she welcomed his touch. I even knew at that instant that they had known each other sexually before - I could just tell by the excessive familiarity. That's when I wanted to scream out. But I didn't. I just stood there." 

"So then what happened?" I said, trying to not to breathe too hard.

"When they started kissing, it didn't surprise me at all. I was just curious - I just watched. They kissed playfully, hungrily - not the kissed of love, but of raw sexuality and desire. His hands explored her body. She wore a short skirt and a tight little top, and his hands moved freely over her body. He stroked her hair, he ran his hands over her breasts. He kissed her neck while he put his hand up under the skirt and gave her ass a good firm squeeze, pulling her up tight against him. Increasingly he moved his pelvis up against her, moving against her crotch, sometimes hard, sometimes gently. They engaged in this foreplay for a while. That's when I started to notice what a perfect body Michelle had. Such long, smooth, silky legs - each time his hand ran over her bare leg, my gaze lingered on her, like a soft after-caress. I began to fantasize that she could feel my gaze on her like a soft touch, and that I was participating in the foreplay, driving little Michelle into an uncontrollable sexual frenzy. That's when I first became aware of my own wetness."

I was really having erection trouble. I tried as discreetly as possible to rearrange my pants. A furtive glance from Nikki confirmed that she had noticed. This sent a little shock of pleasure down the shaft of my cock, which then gave a heaving throb. I wondered if she had noticed that too. A fleeting thought crossed my mind - of how wonderful it felt to first release an erection, shedding my clothing, letting it swing free, feeling the first touch of air against my nude skin - of how much I love that feeling. My dick strained in vain against my pants.

"Then she broke away from him for a moment," Nikki continued. "She walked a few steps a way, looked back seductively over her shoulder, and gave a teasing smile. She thrust her little ass out a bit, then playfully lifted up her skirt, gently swaying her ass back and forth. While holding the skirt with one hand, she rubbed other her little manicured hand freely over her ass cheeks. She dipped between her legs and teased her own pussy. After a while, she slowly lowered her hand - this time under the band of her panties. Slowly her finger slid down in her panties - down, down until she was clearly touching her pussy. Her eyes closed and she moaned luxuriously with pleasure. Slowly, she removed her hand, sliding it over the curve of her delicious little ass. She looked at Jack, smiled like a little slut, and licked her finger. She opened her eyes in mock surprise, saying something I couldn't quite hear through the glass door, something, like 'oooh, yummy.' It was so sexy and seductive. I thought 'when was the last time I did something that hot for Jack.'"

"Anyway, that seemed to set him off. He ripped off his shirt, and pulled down his pants. He threw his clothes aside carelessly. In what seemed like only a few seconds, he was standing there in front of our 18-year-old neighbor, completely and totally nude, cock pointing straight out and up, with the familiar little curve. I looked at the end of his cock to see if it was glistening with wetness. Of course, it was."

"Michelle turned towards him and gave a little 'uh-oh' and covered her mouth like she was surprised - but clearly she was just being playful. My mind was racing with a million thoughts. I wondered how many times she had seen my husband's cock before. How many times had it squirted on this girl. Had it been all the way inside her? Surely he wouldn't go without a rubber inside her pussy, would he? What had they done? Would he make her pregnant?"

"Jack grabbed Michelle - he turned he back around, facing away from her. Then he reached around her an unbuttoned her skirt, while passionately kissing her face, her neck, her earlobes. Then he kissed down her delicate little feminine arm while he slid the skirt and panties down. He kissed her bare ass for a while. It was so passionate - it was like he was making out with her ass. Then he slid down a little more and tongued her pussy a little. At this she leaned forward , bent down, spread her legs, and swayed her ass slowly back and forth in his face. It was the first really clear view I had gotten of her pussy. Oh, God, what a magnificent pussy she has, Mark. Everything so soft and fresh and young. I imagined myself kneeling behind her, just like Jack. Would I lick her pussy too? I supposed that I would. I wondered if it even tasted fresh and young. "


Nikki



The sex in this story is at the very end and kind of short, but I hope that you enjoy reading the whole story and please vote to let me know what you may think. Thank you.

****

Jack Brown didn't know when he first noticed his sister. Even though they have lived in the same house since she was born eighteen years prior, Jack couldn't help but notice her. But now he was looking at her in a different way. 

Nikki had always worn lose fitting clothing, and it never bothered him. She didn't have a flawless, beautiful face, nor did she have an ugly pitted one. Nikki was of average height, average looks, and one thing that stood out about her was the hair. Jack could not remember the last time she had received a haircut. For her straight, black hair was floor length. Nikki would sit for hours at a time in front of her vanity combing and taking care of her hair. At times it would look silk smooth.

Jack was of average height, and average looks. You could just call his family average. It was his parents, Jack and Nikki, and his twin ten-year-old brothers. Jack's parents had only planned on Nikki and him, so when his mother got pregnant again, it was a total surprise. They lived in an average two-story house in an average neighborhood. Just an average family.

Nikki started developing at a very early age. When, Jack was really not sure. To him, it was just a girl thing, and it was all part of developing. But now, he found out that she has FF breasts. FF, good God, he had never realized they could be that big. Through his twenty years, Jack had heard of B, C, or D's, but FF, damn. 

The way he found out about her size was a mix up in laundry. His mother gotten their clothes switched, and one of the pieces Jack received was a lacy white bra. When he held it up to look at, you could put a bowling ball in either cup, and still have room. Not wanting to get caught with them in his hands, Jack quickly folded them, took her other clothes, crossed the hall to her room, and knocked on the door. She was instantly standing in front of him with clothes in her arms.

"Jack. I was just about to come over. Mom got some of your clothes mixed up with mine."

"She must be getting forgetful in her advanced age. She put some of yours in with mine."

They exchanged clothes, and when Nikki blushed, Jack looked down and saw that her bra was on the top of the stack.

To keep from further embarrassing her, Jack quickly turned and walked back to his room. He had never looked at his sister in a sexual manner, but damn, Jack couldn't get the picture of her bra out of his mind, and he also started to wonder what her breasts might look like.

The rest of the week Jack could do nothing but think of that huge bra and to whom it belonged. 

When the weekend arrived, Jack's parents where going to visit his grandparents with the twins and asked him and Nikki if they wanted to come along. Jack had a big college exam coming up so he declined, and Nikki said she had a date. So they were left alone.

Later that evening the phone rang. Thinking it was his parents calling to say they had arrived, Jack answered it. Nikki was on the other end, and she was crying.

"Jack, please come and get me."

"Nikki, what's wrong?"

"Jack please. I am down at Donavan's, and I need you to come and get me."

Donavan's was a local hangout.

Jack threw on some clothes, grabbed his keys, and ran out to his truck. Speeding through town, running stop signs and lights, he arrived at Donavan's in record time. 

Slamming on the brakes, he double parked at the entrance and ran inside. The place was packed as usual on Friday night, and in one of the back pool table rooms, Jack could see a pack of people with Nikki in the middle of them. 

Elbowing his way through the crowd, Jack pushed the door open and walked into a drunken mess. There were about eight guys, all drunk as hell, circled around Nikki who was crying. They were groping, and her shirt was torn in a few places. They were also spilling and pouring beer over her. 

Walking up behind one jerk, Jack grabbed him, and hurled him toward and through the plate glass window leading into the main section. Reaching for a pool cue, Jack cracked it against another guys kneecap, and he fell to the floor crying out. The whole place was deathly quiet by then, so he reached for Nikki, backed out of the room, and then walked her through the crowd. 

Jack helped her into the passenger side of his truck, and then drove her home, raging mad. After passing under a few lights, he noticed that her lips were bleeding and she had the beginnings of a black eye. Gripping the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles were turning white, Jack tried to keep his temper in check. 

When they got to the house, Nikki went to her room, and Jack went to the refrigerator to get one of his father's beers, he needed it. Tipping his head back, half the can was emptied before it was slammed down on the counter. The shower was running by then, and the other half of the can was drained. Throwing the empty away, and while grabbing another, the doorbell rang. 

There were two policemen at the door. One a male, the other a female.

"Jack Brown?" The male asked.

"Yes."

"There was a disturbance at Donavan's, and we understand you caused it."

"Yes. So."

"May we come in Mr. Brown?" The female spoke for the first time. 

Without saying another word, Jack turned and walked back in the house leaving them standing on the front porch.

"Are you aware Mr. Brown that one person has a shattered kneecap and another will require stitches for numerous cuts?" The male spoke after they had walked in and closed the door.

After downing the second beer, Jack replied, "That's too bad."

Nikki chose that time to walk into the room. Her lips were a little puffy, her eye was still turning blue and they were also blood shot from crying. Jack sat her down at the table and got her something to drink.

"As you can tell by the looks of my sister officers, you now know why I was there and those two assholes deserve what they got."

"Miss Brown. Do you mind if we ask a few questions?" The female asked her. 

"She has been through enough already." Jack stated, still hot under the collar.

"Jack, please." Nikki pleaded. Then she proceeded to tell the police and Jack what had happened. 

After they had eaten dinner, Nikki and her date proceeded to Donavan's to hang out. Nikki's date and his friends started to shot some pool and drink beer. While they were doing that, she talked with some of her friends. A few hours later Nikki was left there watching the guys drink more and more. When she asked her date to take her home, he started to curse her. Crying, Nikki then called Jack to pick her up. When she got off the phone, the guys started to get rough, and told her how they were going to take turns with her. When Jack heard this, he slammed his fist down on the table where he had sat, and then got up. 

"Miss Brown. We were told that your brother jumped them for no reason," the male told her.

"Does it look like he jumped them for no reason?"

"No ma'am it does not, but the two who were hurt want to press charges against your brother."

"You can tell them that if they want to press charges against me, they can go right the hell ahead. Nikki and I will come down to the station tomorrow to press assault and attempted rape against them." Jack replied angrily.

"Miss Brown. Do you mind stepping into the next room? I would just like to see if you have any others injuries." The female asked her.

They were gone for about five minutes, and than walked back in. After writing their report, and having Jack and Nikki sign it, the police left.

After locking the door, Nikki grabbed Jack in a big hug, burying her face into his chest. Jack held her close to him, smelling the sweet lavender scent in her hair.

"Thank you for helping me Jack." 

"You are very welcome. If you need anything else just ask."

They continued locking up, and then went to bed. Jack left his door open so he could hear Nikki if she called. Not long after he had lain down, she was standing at the door.

"Do you mind if I come in here for tonight. I really don't feel like being alone."

They hadn't slept together since childhood, but knowing what she had gone through, he told her yes. When she got in beside him, they lay back to back until both of them had fallen asleep. 

****

When he woke the next morning, Jack was on his back with Nikki's arm draped across his chest and her breasts pressed against his side. Loving the feel of her beside him, Jack wanted to stay in bed, but his kidneys were yelling to be relieved, and he needed to sort out his new feelings toward Nikki.

Slowly getting out of bed so not to wake her, he made his way to the bathroom, and then down stairs to the kitchen. 

While sitting at the table, coffee in hand, Jack couldn't do anything but think of Nikki. While growing up, they fought as brothers and sisters do. Always at each other's throats, never able to make peace with each other. Then the twins came along. 

Both of them were upset, because now their parent's attention was drawn to the twins, and not to them. They did not hate them by all means; it was more of a dislike. One good thing about the twins' arrival though, was that it brought both of them a little closer to each other. They still fought, but not as much as before.

As both of them got older, they started to depend on each other more and more. Their parents were always busy with the twins, so when one of them needed help with something, they would go to the other. 

Jack always loved Nikki as a sister, but the love that he was starting to feel toward here was more than that. He knew that he shouldn't be, but he was. Should he tell her how he felt? Or just let it go and hopefully the feeling would go away. He just didn't know.

About an hour after Jack woke, Nikki walked into the kitchen. She looked worse than she did the previous night. Her eye itself was red, making the black and blue bruise around it stand out even more. Nikki's arms also had bruise marks on them where someone had grabbed her, which Jack noticed for the first time. His rage started to build up again, but when he saw her breasts under the nightshirt, Jack had to calm down. 

With breasts the size of Nikki's, they did sag, and she walked in somewhat of a stoop. Jack could also see the outline of her areolas, which he guessed had to be a good six inches in circumference. Sitting her down at the table, Jack fixed her breakfast. Something he hadn't done in a very long time. 

After both had eaten, and the dishes cleaned, Jack and Nikki's parents called. Needless to say, they were livid when they heard about their only daughter. Their mother wanted to return at the moment and take her to the hospital to get checked out. When Jack assured her and his father that everything was fine, and he made a promise that he would take Nikki to the hospital and then to the police to file a report, his parents reluctantly agreed to stay there. 

At the hospital, after Nikki was taken into an examination home, Jack sat in the reception area trying to relax. Even though he had a good sleep the night before, Jack soon felt himself drift off. When he felt a soft touch on his shoulder, he jumped and sat up in the chair. 

"Sorry Jack. I didn't mean to scare you." Nikki spoke as she stood beside him. 

Looking at his watch, Jack noted that he had been asleep for almost half an hour. Standing and stretching out his body, he asked Nikki, "Is everything okay?"

"Yes. The doctor gave me some pain medicine, and some balm and ice packs to put on the bruises. Some how I received some marks on my back also. I also had them take some pictures also. They hesitated at first, but when the heard what happened, they took them. We can give them to the police when we get there." 

When they got out to the truck, Jack helped Nikki in, and then they left for the police station. Once they had filed the report, and given up the pictures taken, both of them headed to the house. 

When they got back, Nikki decided to lie down and rest. Still not wanting to leave Nikki in case she needed something, Jack stayed in to watch some television. 

After she had rested for a few hours, Nikki arrived in the living room to watch reruns of sitcoms with Jack.

"Who ever thought we would be doing this," Nikki stated breaking the silence.

"Doing what?" Jack asked.

"Sitting here together, watching television, and not fighting."

Jack had to laugh at the old memories of their constant fighting as kids.

"Very true. Mom and dad had to basically keep us in separate rooms so we wouldn't fight." 

"What changed all that? Is it because we are older and know better?"

Jack wanted to tell her about his new feelings toward her, but just couldn't bring himself to doing it. They sat there in silence a little longer.

"I hate these." Nikki broke the silence again.

"Hate what?" Jack asked looking at her.

"These," Nikki said pointing at her chest. "I hate these things, and sometimes I wish I never had them. They always get me in trouble. What is it that makes the male population like big breasted woman?"

Jack could do nothing but open and close his mouth like a fish out of water. He always found it kind of embarrassing to talk about sexual matters, and now he was sitting talking with his sister about it.

"I don't know," he finally managed to croak out.

"Do you like them?"

Again Jack lost the ability to speak.

"Jack, please talk with me. I can never talk with anyone and get a straight answer."

"Well .... Some women have bigger breasts than others, and why men like bigger ones I can't answer."

"Okay, but do you like them? You haven't answered that yet."

Jacks face turned bright red as he looked down at his shaking hands.

"Yes," the tiny, squeaky reply responded.

"See, even you like them," Nikki started crying again.

Hearing her cry, Jack turned to her.

"Nikki, I am sorry," he tried to comfort her. "I kind of know how you feel."

"How can you know how I feel? Your not the one walking around with all this weight on your chest," she continued to cry. "The boys at school want to touch and see them, and the girls call me balloon chest. You couldn't possible know how I feel."

"Nikki. Do you ever wonder why you hardly see me with a girl?" Jack asked.

"Yes. What does that have to do about all this?"

"Well .... Where you have the size, I lack it." Jack said looking at his hands in front of him.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know why I am talking with you about this, but ... girls don't go out with me because the size of my penis. Whenever I have an erection, my penis measures just under four inches in length."

"What does that have to do with anything?" Nikki asked silently. She couldn't believe that they were sitting on the couch talking about these things.

Jack was silent for a minute before he answered.

"All through high school, and even now, I couldn't get a date because the first time someone saw how small I was, they laughed and it got around. Girls didn't date me because they thought I wouldn't be able to please them, and the guys laughed and made jokes about it. Where did you think I learned to fight so well?"

"Jack I am sorry. I really didn't know."

"Yea, well can we just forget about it. I would rather be talking about something else."

Jack and Nikki continued to sit and watch movies. Sometime during the evening, Nikki lay on the couch with her head resting in Jack's lap. 

When they called it the evening, Nikki again slept with Jack. During the night she awoke facing her brother. Sometime prior they had managed to maneuver so that they were facing each other, and Jack's hand was between them, softly resting on her breast. Nikki did not attempt to remove his hand, enjoying the light pressure that she felt there. After all the abuse she had faced, Nikki enjoyed the soft touch of someone who cared. Putting her arm around him, Nikki hugged Jack closer and drafted off to sleep again.

When Jack awoke the next morning, he was lying behind his sister in the spoon position; his arm resting over Nikki. Realizing that his hand was resting on her breast, and feeling an erect nipple on his palm, he tried to slowly withdraw it. Feeling the slight movement, Nikki's reflexes took over, and her hand came up to keep Jack's hand where it was.

Feeling uneasy about the position they were now in, Jack was embarrassed, but at the same time; happy about feeling the breast that he had been fantasizing about. Ever so slowly he started to roll Nikki's nipple between his thumb and index finger. The erect nipple seemed to grow more, was soon the size of his ring finger, and just as thick. Praying that Nikki wouldn't roll over and say something to him, Jack continued to play with the nipple. When she did roll over, Jack was speechless.

Nikki was awake, and was staring straight at him. Neither one said anything; they just looked each other, and then Nikki softly kissed Jack. It was a soft kiss; one that was given when someone showed affection to another. They looked at each other again, and then Jack kissed Nikki. This kiss was just as affectionate, but lasted longer. 

Nikki then pulled her night shirt up between them and placed Jack's hand back on her bare breast. A barely audible moan passed between them as Jack felt the hard, erect nipple again. With work hardened hands, he softly caressed her. When Nikki finally broke the kiss to catch her breath, Jack continued to place soft kisses around her face and neck. When he worked his way down to suck on her nipple, Nikki gasped out loud, and held his head to her breast as a climax ravaged her body. 

When she calmed down, Nikki pulled Jack up to kiss him again. She then pushed her hand past the elastic of his boxers to touch his hardened penis. This was the first one Nikki had ever touched, and to Jack it was small, but to her it was just fine. Jack's hands came back up to his sisters' breast, and both of them softly played with each other as they lay in bed. 

Not wanting to take advantage of her, but knowing that they had come this far, Jack rolled Nikki onto her back. Pushing his boxers down and off, he then positioned himself above her. Nikki wanted him as much as he wanted her, and with her hand still on his penis, she guided him past her virgin lips. Nikki lightly screamed when her hymen broke, but was quickly rewarded with the exotic feeling of the first cock being in her. 

Both of them did not move for the first few minutes, wanting to get use to the feel of each other, and then Jack slowly started to move in and out of her. With this being the first time for both, Jack quickly climaxed, but remained hard inside of her. When he started to move again, Jack took his time so the both of them could enjoy their time together. Slowly, ever so slowly, they made love to each other.

After what seemed like eternity, Nikki felt another climax starting to build as her vagina muscles tightened around Jack's cock. Neither one sped up; they continued as they were, enjoying each other. When Jack felt his second climax race through him and into Nikki, she squeezed him tightly as her own climax started.

When they both were done and were laying in each others arms, they realized that their insufficiencies were just fine.



Nikki



Perfection. That was exactly how you'd describe her. She is sweet, kind and so pretty. She stands at 5'7 and was only 6 stone. A little skinny for my liking, usually, but there is so much more to her than that. She's a brunette and her locks run halfway down her back, when they aren't tied up under her cap for work. She has got a little mean streak running through her, but I know she is never going to try and hurt me. She loves me too much. (I may not have known it when I first met her, but even in the three months I've known her, I've learnt that.) Her smile is something that just blows me away, I can't get over it. It was always a pleasure going to work, knowing she was there. She recently went through a messy split up with her boyfriend, but I'm refusing to take any blame for it, even though I may have caused him to be a little rash, by being such a good friend to Nikki.

Wednesday. My day off work. No annoying customers to put up with today, just me and my thoughts.

 Why don't you go to the gym, Joe? You need to do some exercise; of you'll just get fat again. I thought to myself. I rolled over in my half asleep world, casting my gaze upon the projector clock. 09:30. I rolled out of bed, grabbed a clean pair of boxer shorts and a towel, pressed play on my stereo and walked to the bathroom. The sounds of Guns 'n' Roses drowned out the rest of the noise in the house. After my shower, I shaved and looked at myself long and hard in the mirror.

See? That gut is coming back already. I looked and there was a small overhang above the waistband of my boxers.

'But there is a six-pack coming out as well.' I said to myself in defence

Prove it. Go to the gym and make it into a proper pack. I was getting on my nerves, so I grabbed my kit and packed a bag for the gym. I went downstairs and grabbed a quick breakfast. Something to give me energy to see the morning out. I grabbed my keys, wallet and phone. As I headed toward the door, I looked at the screen of my phone. '1 new message: Nikki. Read Now?' I looked at the message 

'Hey, huni, I wos just wunderin wot u were doin 2day? Hope I didn't wake you, tb, Nikki x x x x x x x.' I sat down on the stairs and typed a reply:

'U didn't wake me, I wos in the shower. I'm off 2 the gym now and I'll be there until about 12. Wanna come for a quick run or a swim? Joe x.' that text had brought a smile to my face. I walked out of the door, got in the car and drove to the gym. When I'd parked, I looked at my phone. Another message from Nikki:

'I'll b there in a while. Wot r u doin @ the gym 2day?' So I replied to her message:

'It's mainly weights, but I'll use the bike and maybe go for a swim at the end. Txt me when u arrive, will x x x.' I went into the gym, got changed and went up to the exercise suite. I hit the bike and the weights for a while. I'd been there for about 45 minutes, when my phone buzzed, with the arrival of another message from Nikki.

'I'm here. Come down 4 a swim and see me. Luv ya, lvv me. x x x' One last set of repetitions on the bicep curl and I was off down the stairs to the changing rooms. I stripped out of my kit and put on my swimming shorts. I made my way to the pool, where, sure enough, Nikki was.

The sight of her took my breath away. A black 2-piece bikini clung to her perfect form, caressing her large breasts and melding into her tiny waist. I was almost overcome by a rush of blood to my crotch. I gathered my senses and walked over to the shower. I turned it on to cold and regained control of my senses. I walked over to the pool and got in with her. All she was doing was standing in the middle of the pool, staring at me, with a smile on her face. I swam over to greet her. 

'I've never seen you like that before, Joe. Nice muscles.' She tried not to sound patronising, but it wouldn't wash with me. My body isn't as athletic as I'd like, but I do keep trying to improve.

'My body doesn't look as good as yours does.' I waggled my eyebrows at her, causing her face to split into a wide grin. She kicked herself off into a lazy backstroke, leaving me in the middle of the pool. I followed, with a front crawl. Occasionally, we'd stop for a little light conversation, or swap, so she could follow me and watch my body, tantalisingly close to her, for a change.

We swam for about half an hour. I was getting really tired by then, but I didn't want to show it. We reached the end of a length and I noticed that there were a few people getting in the pool, spoiling my fun in a way. Nikki swam over to me.

'Why don't we ditch the pool and hit the spa?' She enquired of me, innocently brushing her submerged hand across my backside. I could feel the electricity building between the two of us.

'One last length and I'll come over.' Without another word, I took off on a quick double length of the pool, to direct the blood flow away from my dick, which was suddenly demanding attention from either me or her. Nikki left the pool and wandered over to one of the two spa pools installed for weary muscles after the hard slog of the gym upstairs. I got out of the pool, satisfied I was not showing off my manhood unduly and walked to the spa.

As I approached, I noticed she had got into the pool and was lying, with her arms outstretched to either side of her and her head back against the wall, looking at the ceiling, with closed eyes. The spa hadn't got around to the Jacuzzi cycle yet, so I could see her tranquil form, just lying there. I got in the pool, as quietly as I could, but she noticed me and just opened her eyes and stared longingly at me. I took the seat on her right.

'I've missed you so badly, Nikki.' I said, lazily drawing doodles on her wet upper arm, with my forefinger. She moved her head, so she looked at me directly.

'What have you missed about me, honey?' Staring at my eyes, as if to try and figure me out.

'This,' I said, putting my left hand around the back of her head and pulling her close to me, I kissed her. Her lips yielded and she opened her mouth, allowing our tongues to dance around one another. It only lasted a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity. A very enjoyable eternity. When we parted, she licked her lips and smiled at me, her mouth ending in two cute little dimples

'You're full of surprises, Joe. I never thought that you'd do that,' I smiled at her, allowing her to caress my pecks. I was enjoying it and I was pretty sure that she'd stop if she wanted to. 'Are you trying to take advantage of me?'

'No… Seduce you, maybe, but definitely not take advantage of you.' I placed my arm around her shoulders, as she moved down to my abs, which were now quite solid after a long workout. I slowly pulled her closer to me, kissed her forehead. 'More like this.'

'Why do you want to seduce me?' Now it was her turn to draw doodles on me. I was beginning to get hard again.

'Well, since before today, I'd only ever seen you wearing clothes, which don't show off your body in the least. And now I see you in this lovely little number, which proves my suspicions.'

'Your suspicions?'

'That you have a beautifully sexy figure.' I laughed, as she prepared her modesty speech.

'I have not!' I glanced down at my crotch and looked back at her.

'Try flying south for the winter and you'll see. That's your doing, that is.' I moved my arm around her waist and kissed her on the lips. She returned it, opening her mouth, to accept my tongue. We kissed long and passionately and I felt her hand straying to my crotch.

'I belong to you; you can do with me as you want.' I told her, breaking off from the kiss. I moved my right hand around to her breast, cupping it and enjoying the smile which crept across her face.

'Let's take this back to my place. I want this done properly.' I waggled my eyebrows at her and she got up and left the tub. I concealed my hard on as best I could (Thankfully, I was wearing baggy shorts) and got out. As she was walking off, she turned around and said

'Meet me in the foyer in 10 minutes. She winked and blew me a kiss. I caught it and blew one back. I made my way to the showers, washed myself and used plenty of cold water on my balls. Eventually, I walked out of the shower, dried, got dressed and went to meet my destiny. I wasn't waiting long, when Nikki appeared from the changing rooms and came over to me.

She was wearing a black T-Shirt and mini-skirt combo. The fishnet stockings were a nice touch, which caused me to put most of my brain power into subduing my libido. I brandished my car keys.

'The chariot awaits, my lady.' I bowed before her. Playfully, she slapped my arm and frowned at me.

'I'm not a lady!' She snapped. I just laughed.

'I know, but I can't call you an alien in public, can I?' She looked at me, in thought.

'RAR!' she growled at me, turning me on again. (Easily done.)

'Come on, the car's not far. Tell me some of your evil plans then. What sorts of experiments do you intent to carry out?'

'That would be telling, save that my house is empty for the next three hours.' Her mischievous grin returned to her face.

'I like the sound of that.' We got to the car and I drove her to her parent's house. Most of the way, I held her hand, letting go only to change gear. We got out of the car and walked inside. 

Once there, she took my hand and lead me upstairs to her room. We kissed, once more entwining our tongues and she started unbuttoning my shirt. I pulled her T-Shirt over her head, exposing her bra-clad breasts to me. We continued to kiss and I moved her around to her bed, lying her down. I unzipped the skirt and pulled it down. I nearly exploded, when I realised, she was wearing stockings and suspenders, one of my fantasies revolved around this, which I'd told her about.

'What is your wish, oh goddess?' She just giggled at me. I moved up the bed to kiss her, and as we kissed again, she started loosening my belt. I kicked my shoes off and assisted her in de-clothing me.

I looked into her eyes, smiled at her and said 'Kat, I love you,' she smiled back at me 'I love you too, baby, but I want you to prove it.' I allowed my hands to find the front-clasp of her bra and allow her nicely sized breasts to roam free. I kissed them and ran my tongue around her hardening nipples. She moaned in anticipation.

'Eat me, Joe. I want to feel your tongue, baby.' Eager to please, I moved south, kissing her pussy through her black silk panties. She was so warm and wet, already. I was eager to lap up the sweet nectar of her sex. I pulled her panties to one side and licked her slit. She shuddered a little and moaned some encouragement to me. I nibbled on her labia and saw her clit, sticking out, at the top of her completely shaven pussy. I popped it into my mouth and teased it with my tongue.

'Yeah, that's the spot, keep doing that, Joe.' She wrapped her legs around my head, to keep me from straying. I manoeuvred myself down a bit, and pushed my tongue within her folds. My nose kept poking her clit, so she was in seventh heaven.

'I'm almost there, yes, yes, yes!' she moaned, her breathing becoming shorter, sharper breaths. I remembered myself and replaced my tongue with two fingers, driving them in deep. That did it for her, she screamed and her pussy clamped itself tight on my two fingers. A trickle of pussy juice escaped from her sex and I eagerly lapped it up. When her orgasm had subsided, she pulled me up and kissed me deeply, eager to taste her juices. I proffered my fingers, which she sucked clean. She stood me up and rolled off the bed.

'Strip, my slave!' She seemed to have taken a whole new persona, since I brought her to orgasm. I obeyed, pulling my socks and boxer shorts off. I stood there, in my 8-inch glory and then remembered. I turned around and fetched a pack of condoms out of my jeans pocket. I suited up and when I turned back, she was wearing her skirt again, but still was topless.

'Now, it's your turn. Stud, I think was what you wanted me to call you?' She laughed at me. I walked over to her and crouched down slightly; she grabbed my dick and positioned it at the entrance to her pussy, rubbing the head up and down her slit. She pushed herself down onto my dick and I stood up, raising her off the ground. Our tongues intertwined once more and I pressed her against the wall, pushing her breasts into my chest.

'Wow, you feel so good.' I managed to get the sentence out, before she smothered me with her kissing once more. She wrapped her legs around my hips and I lowered my hands to her hips. I drove into her, making her take all of me balls deep. She screamed, when I took up the frantic pace, so I slowed, wanting the moment to last forever. 

'I've wanted you to have this since the day we first met. I want you forever, Joe!' She panted at me, in between my thrusts. I turned around and walked the pair of us over to the bed, where I lay her down and continued to pound her. I pushed her legs back, so I could get even deeper into her pussy.

'Nikk, I can't hold on much longer! I'm gonna come!' My eyes pleaded to her for instruction. She looked at me and smiled.

'Come on my tits, Joe. I want you to lose that load, where I can see it.' She grinned, as I pulled out and struggled to free my dick from its plastic prison. She sat in front of me and watched with fascination, as I jerked my dick, eager to shoot on her magnificent bosom. She reached out and, with the gentlest of caresses, rubbed her fingers on my ball sack. That pushed me over the edge, as I sent stream after stream of spunk out across the air, to land on her breasts. Smiling, she rubbed it in, moaning and giggling at the same time.

When I had finished coming, she grabbed my dick and licked a trail up from my balls to the tip, where one last drop of my come lay. She lapped it up and swallowed it, expertly. We both collapsed on the bed, exhausted. We slept for about twenty minutes and awoke in each other's arms.

'I meant it, Nikki… I really love you.'

'I know, Joe, I know.' She kissed my forehead and hugged me tightly. I returned the hug. We lay there, for about an hour, but we could not linger, lest her parents or siblings catch us in this position.

We both got dressed and we had a quick snack lunch. I noticed she was now wearing her uniform for work

'Ah, that place always spoils my fun. Do you need a lift, because I'm heading that way?' She smiled and hugged me once more. 

'Of course I do, honey. That's one reason I brought you here.' She kissed me deeply and we walked out to the car, no longer just friends, but lovers, in love.

I drove her to work and as she got out of the car, I asked her 'Nine O'clock finish? I'll be by the back door, waiting.' I winked and she laughed, walking the rest of the way into work, with a smile on her face. Content with my job done for now, I drove home, in bliss.

There was no other way to say it. We were in love, and we still are today. I hope to take our relationship to the next level someday, but who knows when?



Nikki



My wife Nikki just phoned from the gym and told me she'd be there another hour or so. Nikki is a beautiful redhead who stands 5'4 with tootsie roll brown eyes, and 40DD breasts sporting a gorgeous rubenesque shape, delicious legs, and knockout body. When we married Nikki knew of my submissive tendencies and indulged me in them by making me do things for her that most husbands would scream at doing. Laundry, cooking, cleaning, shopping, yard work, were all mine to do while Nikki enjoyed lounging on the couch watching television or going out with her girlfriends from work. 

In the evening, I would sit naked on the floor and paint Nikki's toenails, massage her feet and generally do whatever else she wanted. Our life was perfect like that for awhile, but inside we both felt there was a little something missing. Slowly Nikki became more demanding of me, almost as if she were trying to push me to see how far she could test my limits. When she wanted to go to Cancun with one of her girlfriends from work for a week and we didn't really have the money, it was her suggestion that I take on a second job to pay for it which I did gladly. It was a menial job that Nikki found me at the gym where she goes cleaning out the locker rooms and doing basic janitorial work. I gladly took on the task going straight from my other job to the job at the gym and working late into the night. When I returned home I would clean, do laundry, and take care of any chores Nikki had left scribbled for me on a pad in the kitchen.

Our life changed after that. Nikki finally found a piece of her that I think really liked pushing me around and demanding things of me and at the same time, demeaning and humiliating me. It was around this time that Nikki announced one night that we would only have intercourse at a time and place of her choosing. I begrudgingly accepted and found our intercourse to wither away to an almost non-existent affair. We still had sex, which usually consisted of my licking Nikki for an hour or more, using a vibrator on her or putting three fingers inside her to finally bring her to climax. Once she was fully satisfied and had been brought to orgasm sometimes several times, it was my turn. Nikki had devised a rather cruel way of getting me off which required a maximum effort on my part and a minimum on hers.

After her orgasm she would lie prostrate on the bed usually half asleep or flipping through the channels on the TV watching Letterman, while I would place my cock between her first and second toes and gently move back and forth. Moving too quickly would sometimes disturb her and incite her wrath, and moving too slowly would sometimes have equal results. So the trick for me was to be able to move just at the right speed so as not to disturb Nikki and be able to get myself off at the same time. Once I had ejaculated, I would be made to lick up my mess and make sure Nikki's feet were spotless and clean. On rare occasions, Nikki would take some interest in me and have what she liked to call a teasing session. These consisted of me either being tied spread eagled to the bed, or tied to a rafter in the basement. Nikki, who has gorgeous long nails, would then take her nails and barely touch my cock, lightly dragging her nails up and down my shaft. This would drive me crazy and I would be ready to shoot in an instant, but to no avail, Nikki would stop and take a break. Sometimes the break would last for hours while she went to the store or shopping with a friend. Finally, when release was granted, it was without the grip of a hand around my cock, making me jerk violently up and down while shooting my load. This brought an intense mixture of pleasure and pain to which Nikki wickedly smiled at.

Working at the gym became a regular job for me even after the Cancun trip was paid for as Nikki decided we could use the extra income, plus if I worked there she was entitled to 10% off her membership. I would often see Nikki working out at the gym and it would drive me wild with lust. She usually wore an almost see through leotard that was very low cut in the front and very high cut on the sides showing off her gorgeous legs and ass. Her favorite one was a light tan one that you could almost see through once she started sweating. She would also wear sheer to the waist tights under her leotard which accented her gorgeous legs and ass even more.

That is where she first met Michael. He was the total opposite of me. He was the quintessential tall dark and handsome Italian stud that you usually see in gyms. Him and Nikki hit it off immediately and I would see him brush up against her while trying to get to a machine to work on. He would always watch her work out and sometimes he'd go over and 'spot' her while she was lifting weights. I knew better than to bother Nikki at the gym while she was working out, so when I saw her I would meekly smile and bow my head and act like she was any other customer. I would see Michael in the locker room and in the shower, which I also had to clean, after his workout. Although I'm not bisexual, I couldn't help stealing a glance at his magnificent body from time to time. One time in particular, I watched as he lathered up his body and stroked his cock, which to my guesstimate was about 8 inches long and very thick. 

Nikki continued to spend more and more time at the gym, and when she came home she was usually covered in sweat wearing her leotard. My job was to make sure that when she arrived home, I had a clean towel for her to wipe her face with and one of my white dress shirts for her to slip on once she shed her leotard and tights. On rare occasions I was allowed to assist her in disrobing. I would then take her leotard and tights and hand wash them for her, making sure they were clean for her next trip to the gym. Before submerging them in water, I would stand there and bring them to my nose intoxicated by her sweaty scent and instantly get hard. Nikki saw this a few times and laughed.

After we were married, Nikki told me she'd prefer it if I were naked around the house, something that I certainly didn't object to and much looked forward to. As time went on, Nikki began adding things to my wardrobe. First was a small bell attached to an elastic cord that she wrapped around my cock and balls and it would ding as I walked. She particularly found this amusing. After that, I was to wear her worn pantyhose from the previous day while I was not only around the house but at work too. I must say I found this exciting and erotic and didn't protest at all. Then one night, Nikki suggested we remove all my body hair from the neck down. As usual, I didn't protest and found it quite exciting. 

Then one night Nikki came home from the gym and said that she had invited Michael to dinner the next night. I felt the lump rise in my throat and swallowed hard knowing that this was probably going to signal a whole new turn in our relationship. Nikki instructed me to prepare dinner, she said Michael was a steak and potatoes guy so steaks on the grill would be good. She also instructed me on what brand of wine to buy and to make sure I had the house spotless when he got there. I was paying close attention to her instructions when she said something that shocked me.

"Oh and I want you in your normal around the house wear understood?"

I must have looked flabbergasted because she became more insistent.

"Understood?" 

I muttered weakly, "Nikki, you mean you want me to wear my, I mean your worn pantyhose tomorrow night?"

"Well that's what you usually wear when we're home alone and I don't see a reason to change now, and plus I told Michael all about it so he's prepared to see you like that, he even thought it was quite cute."

"Okay Nikki, I'll do it."

She tweaked my cheek, "You bet your sweet ass you'll do it!" And she was gone out the door to the gym.

The next day I spent the entire day at work not able to keep my mind on anything but the thoughts of dinner that night. I was planning to duck out early when my boss called me into his office and told me he'd like to me with me at four o'clock. Fuck that's just what I needed a meeting with him. He was a nice guy but very long winded and I knew I'd be at least an hour. I frantically called Nikki and told her about my meeting with my boss and how it was unavoidable. She said that was fine, but I was to call her the minute I got home. I agreed and hung up somewhat relieved. At four o'clock I walked into my boss's office and was surprised to see my boss, his boss and three other managers that were equal in rank tome. He motioned for me to sit down, and began to address the three of us. He told us how the company was cutting back and as a cost savings measure, we were being let go. He was sorry and we were valued, but we had to go and the decision had already been made. Security was waiting outside the office to escort us to our desks and then off the property. 

My mind was whirling with this news. What the hell was I going to do now? Nikki made plenty of money at her job, actually over twice what I made, but I always thought my job was important and contributed to the household income. In reality, we could've easily lived on Nikki's salary, but something inside me had never wanted to admit that until this moment. I drove home with all sorts of thoughts racing through my mind. Finally I picked up my cell phone and dialed Nikki's number and gave her the news. Thinking she'd be pissed or shocked, I was amazed when she dismissed it as no big deal, as if I'd lost some part time job somewhere. She said not to worry, and that she would take care of us and she was sure I'd find something to do and that I still had my job at the gym! Like that mattered, it was a little more than a minimum wage job! So she totally dismissed my plight and switched the subject to making sure I was on the way home to prepare for Michael's visit! Meekly, I said, yes I was headed home to prepare dinner. As she hung up the phone almost as an afterthought, she told me not to forget to wear my 'outfit.'

I hurriedly put the box with all my work stuff in the garage, shred my suit and stood in front of the mirror looking at myself wearing only Nikki's pantyhose that she had worn yesterday. I had to admit, I wasn't the physical specimen Michael was, and my cock was definitely much smaller than his. I had been in pretty good shape once, but too many lunches at McDonalds had rounded out my shape and added quite a few extra pounds. Once when I guy at work saw me wearing just a t-shirt he had laughed and said, "Christ you've got bigger tits than my wife!" which brought jeers from many of my co-workers.

Snapping back to reality I realized I had better get moving if I was to have everything ready in an hour. I rushed around, chilled the wine, marinated the steaks, made sure the house was immaculate, and the grill was preheated. The phone rang and it was Nikki saying she was on the way home from the gym and that Michael would be along shortly. She told me to have a shirt ready for her and I would be allowed to help her change. Immediately I became aroused and erect. I heard Nikki's car pull into the garage and raced to the closet and got her a shirt. She swept through the door wearing her leotard and tights, but I was amazed to see today she wasn't' wearing a bra. Her breasts swayed elegantly and her nipples stood erect. She pecked me on the cheek, and tossed me her coat and bag. 

"How was your day Nikki?" I asked meekly, hanging up her coat and putting her bag on the stand in the foyer.

"Crazy! I barely had time for my workout, and Shelly was a total bitch at work! Help me off with these." She struggled to pull her leotard top down off her breasts releasing them as they bounced to life glistening with sweat. I stood in amazement staring at her, when she finally broke my trace. "Stop staring and help me!" Immediately, I helped peel the rest of the leotard over her hips and down her legs. I knelt as she put her hand on my head to steady herself and kicked first one, and then the other leg free. I then reached up and began to slide her tights down her legs, smelling the sweet aroma of her sex and her sweat. It was purely intoxicating and I couldn't help but stare at her pussy as I rolled her tights down her legs. I wanted in the worst way to lick her, but found myself instead beginning to cry. She looked down at me puzzled.

"What are crying for?" 

"I just feel so bad about losing my job, I feel like I've let you down and I'm worthless!" I buried my head into her stomach and sobbed. 

"Oh don't worry about it, I told you I make plenty of money and you still have your job at the gym, and it will also give you a chance to do some things around here you've wanted to do." She patted my head like a dog. "Oh and by the way, I talked to Michael after you called and he is on the board of a charitable organization that is always looking for volunteers and I told him since you're not working you'd be glad to volunteer!" She looked into my eyes and said, "You know I will take care of you and it's okay that you are totally dependent on me to take care of you, and you will take care of me in other ways. It's the way it should be and pretty much the way it's been up till now, except now you don't have that silly job to waste your time!" And with that she brushed past me and headed toward the bathroom. I got to my feet and followed her with shirt in hand. She sat on the toilet and peed and flipped through a magazine, wiped herself and stood motioning me towards her. I held out the shirt and she slipped it on and buttoned only the very bottom button, as she did I noticed a single bead of sweat trickle down between her beautiful breasts.

She swept past me and headed for the couch telling me to get her a drink. I went to the kitchen and fixed her a drink, knowing that any further discussion of me and my problems were futile. I gave her her drink and retired to the kitchen to prepare dinner. I was just tossing the salad when the doorbell rang. I hurried to the foyer and pulled open the door wearing only Nikki's worn pantyhose from yesterday to be greeted by Michael. He laughed and looked me up and down.

"Wow! Nikki wasn't lying when she said she makes you wear her pantyhose around the house!! What a sight!" He pushed past me and walked into the living room, where Nikki jumped to her feet and put her arms around him hugging him and giving him a bigger kiss than most people who are just friends. Curiously, I found myself standing there staring at them and also felt myself growing erect at the same time. Nikki finally caught sight of me and pointed it out to Michael, "Looks like someone other than me is excited to see you too!" Michael turned and they both roared with laughter. Nikki led him to the couch and told me to go get them two glasses of wine. I scurried to the kitchen and poured two glasses of wine and returned to the living room to find Nikki and Michael sitting next to each other on the couch. They each took their glass and toasted each other and then drank looking into each others eyes. I stood there not sure what to do. It seemed like the whole day had been a dream to me. First I was fired, now I was standing here in my own living room in front of my wife and a man I barely knew wearing only my wife's worn pantyhose while she sat on the couch wearing only a dress shirt drinking wine and looking longingly into his eyes.

"I like my steak rare," Michael said, as if he were talking to a waiter, which at this point I guess he was. I stood there looking at both of them and bowed my head and the only thing I could think to mumble was, "Yes Sir." Making my way to the kitchen Michael said to Nikki, "Gee I guess you do really have him trained, calling me Sir and all!" Nikki giggled and snuggled up to Michael and gave him a kiss. Then she jumped up from the couch and said, "I have to go take a shower before dinner, I'm all sweaty and smelly right now." Michael grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her back down onto the couch and said, "Maybe I like you all sweaty and smelly!" And they both laughed as she gave him a very wet kiss as I disappeared into the kitchen.

My head was spinning and this whole day seemed like a dream. Now my wife was on the couch dressed in only a shirt practically making out with a man I hardly even knew, not that it would matter if I knew him or not! I guess deep down inside I knew this day would come. As I said, I was always very submissive to Nikki and there were times in bed when she would whisper into my ear that someday she would bring home a guy with a big cock and fuck him right in front of me and I would watch and help, but I honestly thought it would all remain in the darkness of our bedroom as a fantasy. Yet here I was, standing at the grill in our secluded back yard in a pair of my wife's worn pantyhose grilling steaks for her and her new boyfriend. I should've also known that Michael would be the logical choice, for the past few months everything was Michael this and Michael that, she would go on like a high school girl experiencing her first crush.

I finished cooking the steaks and the three of us sat around the table and ate. Me wearing only Nikki's pantyhose, her in one of my dress shirts and Michael in Levi's and a golf shirt. Part of me was feeling very weird at the whole scene but there was another part of me feeling very turned on by it all. Nikki and Michael chatted as if I weren't even there, about their jobs, places they were planning to go, things they were planning to do, and lastly the gym. That's when Michael looked at me and said, "Oh Nikki told me about you losing your job, tough luck, but hey there's always dirty towels to be cleaned at the gym, so I'm sure we'll keep you busy!" He smiled at Nikki, picked up his wine glass and toasted her. I sat there speechless, the way he had said, 'we'll' keep you busy made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. It was at that point that Nikki put her hand on mine in a very gentle manner and looked deep into my eyes. "Honey, you know I love you right?" I stammered a feeble yes and she continued, "And you know how happy and horny it makes you when you pamper me and wait on me and serve me, and how you love it when I make you dress like this, and you know how you get all excited and shoot the minute I start talking about another man, well know we can make it all come true with Michael. Just because Michael is on the scene now doesn't mean that I don't love you. I love you now and always will, it's just that Michael and I have developed a special friendship and now it's time to take that to the next level."

I swallowed hard and felt a lump in my throat. I didn't know what to say partly because I was shocked but what Nikki had said, and partly because I knew that every single thing she had said was 100% true. So the reality was that I couldn't argue with anything Nikki had said, so I found myself meekly hanging my head in defeat and agreeing. Nikki squeezed my hand, "Honey, I know this is different for you, but for some reason I don't think it's going to be hard for you to get used to. I mean you already do all the chores around the house, and you serve me so well, I mean the only really new thing is that Michael will be on the scene, and you know you've always wanted that and plus it will make me happy and you know how you love to make me happy." Again, I hung my head and mumbled a feeble yes. Michael sprung to life, "Well now that we've got that out of the way, I just want to say I think this will work out fine for all of us." He patted me on the head like a master pets his dog, stood up and made his way towards the living room with Nikki in tow, while I began cleaning up the table and the dishes.

That first night was and incredible mixture of lust, jealousy, satisfaction, fantasy, reality all balled into one. Nikki and Michael watched television and lounged on the couch and made out for awhile while I knelt on the floor and painted Nikki's toenails. At one point, in their making out her shirt and his pants and shirt came off, and I found myself staring at Nikki's face and breasts with Michael's cock between them pumping vigorously. His cock I must say was magnificent, and Nikki just smiled and said, "Honey, isn't his cock gorgeous?" I couldn't help but smile and tell her yes it was which brought a chuckle from Michael perched high on the couch. Nikki then took his cock in her hands and waved it at me, "Come say hi to it, give it a kiss, it won't bite!" This brought a laugh from both of them as I inched closer to Michael's huge cock, and placed a gentle kiss on the tip. "Wow that was nice," Nikki said, "It shows that you know how to treat Michael's cock with respect." I bowed my head and mumbled, "Thank you Nikki whatever makes you happy."




Nikki



It was getting late and the two of them headed for the bedroom as I sat there with a puzzled look on my face. Nikki came over to me and kissed me on the lips, "Honey, since it's late I told Michael he could stay here tonight and I'm pretty horny so we're going to go to bed, you don't mind sleeping down here on the couch tonight do you?" It was more of an order than a question and I just hung my head and said, "Yeah." I lay there tossing and turning trying to watch television with no success as I listened to their screams of pleasure coming from upstairs. At about three o'clock in the morning I must have drifted off to sleep for a bit, and woke about an hour later. I stumbled to the bathroom and was headed back to the couch when I heard Nikki's voice calling me from the bedroom.

Approaching the bedroom door, I could see it was open a crack and as I pushed it fully open I couldn't believe the sight I was looking at. Nikki lay on the bed, legs spread, her hair all mussed up, her neck and breasts covered in hickey's and her nipples standing straight on end. Michael lay between her legs licking her pussy. He looked up at me and smiled, "Nikki tells me you used to do this to her, but you know what? She tastes so good you wouldn't know what to do with something this delicious." At that point Nikki chimed in, "Oh honey, you're okay at it, but Michael's much much better at it!" She motioned for me to come towards the bed. Walking closer I could see Michael licking her like an ice cream cone slowly going round and round her bulging clit and her moaning. His cock was rock hard and standing on end. She reached over and handed me two glasses, "Honey go get us a couple of glasses of water and we may have something for you to do when you get back.

Upon returning to the bedroom, I was greeted by the sight of Michael lying on his back, legs spread, with Nikki sitting on his cock facing away from him and towards me. Staring straight at me, she said, "Honey come over here and lick my pussy while Michael fucks me good." Again it was more of a command than a request. Meekly I put the glasses of water down on the nightstand and made my way to the bed, kneeling between Michael's legs as his massive cock pumped up and down inside my wife. I was at first transfixed by its size and circumference and lay there staring at it until Nikki broke my concentration. "Come on, get licking this feels so fucking good I don't want it to stop!" I eased my tongue out of my mouth and began making small circles around Nikki's very swollen clit. It was hard to keep in contact with it as Michael and Nikki were bouncing up and down on the bed vigorously. I concentrated and found myself licking Nikki with great attention and every now and then, my tongue by accident or not, would land on Michael's balls or cock. "Hey he's licking my balls too! You weren't kidding when you said he had a great tongue, even if he doesn't have a great cock!" Michael and Nikki laughed and I continued to lap at their pleasure zones.

Finally I could feel their bouncing increasing as I lapped faster and faster. I could feel Nikki building to a climax as she grabbed me by the hair and pulled me into her burying my face in the union of her pussy and Michael's cock. I lapped faster and faster as Michael drove his cock deeper and deeper into her. She screamed, "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!!! Don't stop, fuck me!!!!" Michael gripped her hips and shouted, "Oh fuck, I'm cumming too!! Don't stop licking me!!" I felt both of them tense and quake and shiver as their mutual orgasm came to completion. They rocked back and forth for several minutes, resting in the afterglow. Finally, Nikki raised herself up and off of Michael's cock. It flopped out of her pussy, glistening with both their juices covering it. Nikki lay down on her back next to Michael and gave him a long, slow, wet kiss. Releasing from their embrace, she looked down at me, "Honey, isn't Michael's cock beautiful?" I raised my head to look at her and said, "Yes Nikki it is." In that defining moment I knew that my fate was set. There was no turning back, there was no saying it was all a fantasy. It had happened and I would forever be bound to them by my words and actions. "Take his cock in your mouth and clean it." Nikki said it with an aura of superiority I had never heard her use before. It wasn't a choice, it wasn't a request, it was an order, an order that was meant to be obeyed. Slowly, I lowered my head and took Michael's flaccid but still very large cock in my mouth. I was greeted with a salty taste of the mixture of both their love juices as I slowly began to lick and suck his cock.

At first I had trouble taking it all in my mouth, but worked on it as I had remembered Nikki working on my cock so long ago. Before long, I was in a rhythm and it all seemed effortless. Moving my eyes upward, I was greeted by the sight of Michael and Nikki smiling down at me and I knew that for better or worse I was theirs.



Nikki



Nikki is a short, freckled redhead with a shy smile and an easy strut. I'll admit, her complexion isn't perfect, but it is a reflection of her personality. A white canvas ready to be molded into the perfect desire, speckled with just the right amount of imperfection to make it seem real.

Her petite breasts are nonetheless impressive in the outfits she wears. I find myself blinking, expecting an optical illusion at any moment, and yet the feeling fades, and I'm still staring.

She isn't perfect, I'll grant you, but who is? I mean, other than The Stars and all, who looks their best all the time? Besides, I found her stories.

Yes, that's right, I found little innocent Nikki's stories, all of a baker's dozen, lined up right there in front of me online. How did I know? Well, the location was accurate. I mean, there aren't that many of us from Ann Arbor, Michigan, despite the supposed kinkiness of our town. What really got me, though, were the tattoos. Nikki has two of them, one on her left shoulder, and one on her right. The one on her left is a Darwin fish. You know, those kind that have a Jesus fish with legs growing out? 

Her second tattoo is an elaborate dragon, small yet detailed. It covers a good part of her shoulder, and yes, her profile picture reveals both. I'd have never spotted it, except we coincidentally took a class together this summer. It is a blow-off class for her. Creative writing, an easy "A" for any undergrad, but an "adult education" class for me, I suppose. It is after work, easy to get to, and my job is boring me to pieces, so I figured what the hell.

Well, here we are, second to last class of the semester. It's August, days before my birthday, and there is Nikki sitting beside me hunched over her notepad as usual. Before last night, I'd have thought nothing of it. She's doodling, or writing a note to one of her girlfriends, or perhaps making a list of booze for tonight before her real semester starts.

And yet, as I tune in, I notice she's not making a list, nor drawing. Her writing is careful, precise, and measured. And it is writing, after all. She looks up, spots my gaze, and smiles just a twinge. I smile back, hoping I haven't turned too red, and resume listening to the professor drone about plotlines and Deus Ex Machina. 

The truth is, I'm nervous hell. You see, today is the day we exchange stories with one other person in the class, and proofread, give suggestions, and so forth.

I wrote a special story just for Nikki. 

Before I go any further, I should tell you more about what I found on Nikki's profile. Nikki's not a slut, by any means. I can tell by the way she writes that she's little experience with men...though the same might not be said of her sexuality in general. You see, Nikki loves to write about touching herself. There's one of her on the bus, another at the pool with several men looking on, pretending not to notice. In all of her stories, I've noticed, there is a common theme. Subtlety. 

I suppose my story won't be so subtle. At least, not once she gets through the entire thing. But until then, I'll be wondering about her reaction. Will she turn over the pages and walk away? I suppose it is a possibility, but the Nikki in those stories would be unable to resist the urge to do what my story tells her to. It's not as though I'm describing her verbatim, but I think she'll get the hint.

Here it is, time to trade. All right, I'm game. I smile at my editing partner (we are both loners in this class) and hand her the pages. She smiles at me, her lips seemingly tinged with the slightest bit of red, darker than their normal pink. No, I'm imagining things as I pass the point of no return, my story entering her hands as she brings out her red pen, and I my own.

Her writing is good, that I cannot deny. Her story is simple, yet elegant. It's a love triangle, but the characters are well developed, and as I skip ahead (unable to help my compulsive nature), I note that it ends differently. No one finds happiness, instead each walks away with a lesson for the future. Interesting.

I glance over at Nikki, trying my best not to look nervous...or to touch the hardness pushing against my dress pants. She's only through the first page...nothing special there, just character development. I sigh (hopefully not too loud), and continue to read through her story from the beginning.

I'm becoming so engrossed that I almost don't notice the gasp from my left. I attribute it to a heavy breath, nothing more. Frowning, I look over. Nikki is beat red, looking straight down at the page, ignoring me. Her pen has dropped to the floor, forgotten. I can see her curling the pages unconsciously, despite herself attempting to hide the words from anyone that might walk by and see.

Well, she hasn't thrown it away. That's a good sign. And she hasn't dashed out of the room, or brought it to the professor, pointing at me in distain. No, she's enjoying it. I turn back to her story, marking edits where I can, making comments. I'm trying not to watch her, but it's so difficult. 

Nikki shifts in her seat a bit, strands of her crimson hair sticking to her forehead as she curls the paper in front of her even harder. She still has two hands on the paper, though I can see her left inching downward. When I turn back after several minutes, it's on her thigh, and now sneaking a touch between her legs as she shifts her eyes, making sure no one notices. 

I suppose she's not concerned with me at this point, for our gazes meet and her eyes widen ever so imperceptibly. She's seen me see her, and her face is red enough for both of us, matching her hair perfectly.

It takes another impulse for me to act, and yet act I do. I look at her, directly now, no mistaking my body language. She responds, looking into my eyes as I gesture to the door. 

She nods.

I get up, my hands nearly shaking despite my (hopefully) cool demeanor, not daring to look behind me to see if she's followed. My footsteps leave echoes in the poorly lit summer hallways, the darkness closing in over the night classes around campus. 

Finally, I can't take it anymore. I turn around.

There she is, following me. This time, she doesn't turn away, only quickens her pace as I push the doors open, feeling the crisp, humid air hit me as I continue a little farther.

I stop, turning to look at her as she catches up, her skimpy shirt revealing the tattoos that gave her away last night. 

I'd expected to have to say something to her, but she speaks first.

"How did you know?" she asks.

I look down at her, lips and cheeks and hair all the same color. "You write well," I respond.

It seems I've confirmed her suspicions. She nods.

"It was the tattoos," I say. "That's what made me sure."

She nods again, speechless.

I'm not about to wait for her to tell me what she wants. I know what it is. I grab her, then, and not gently. I reach around to the small of her back, pushing her into the alley, one of Ann Arbor's many. She gasps, but complies as I spin her around once we are relatively out of sight, and I kiss her lips. They are soft, yet firm, almost as though she's been preparing them for this.

She kisses me back, hesitant at first, then with increasing force. Our bodies push against one another, ignoring the graffiti of the alley, or the occasional passerby. Instead, I can feel our sweat against one another, can feel her freckled skin glisten in the moonlight as her moans beg for more.

Now is the time, though, for her stories to become reality. I've envisioned this all night last night, unable to sleep, unable to think about anything else. So, when I lean in close to her and whisper "touch yourself for me," she doesn't hesitate, nor object.

Her hand reaches downward, underneath her jeans as our lips touch, and her kisses instantly turn more urgent, as I can feel her fingers finally giving herself the pleasure that her body had been begging for.

Her breath is hard as she arches her back, her body pushing harder against me as I can feel her hand underneath her jeans against my hardness, driving me to even greater depths of need.

Tonight, though, is about her. Tonight is about me watching Nikki fuck herself like she's never done before, and I can tell she is as she removes her finger from herself and licks it clean, offering it to me to finish off before she puts it back.

Her smell is incredible, her aroma so erotic that I can feel my pants wet with my own arousal. 

"Come for me," I whisper in her ear, pushing against her as I feel her finger circling over her clit. Her eyes are closed, and yet her body is open for me, even clothed, begging for release even as she uses herself against me.

"Oh, god," she's breathing, and again, over and over. She can't stop now, I can feel it as she begins to quake, shaking underneath me, her skin sticking to mine with sweat.

When she comes, she screams, despite herself. She lets out wave after wave of ecstasy from her lips as I reach down myself, unzipping to allow my cock to push against her and rubbing myself. I must be moaning just as loud, because she covers my lips with hers, hoping to quiet both of us as I release against her, drops of come dripping down her jeans as she sequels with pleasure.

She smiles her shy smile once again as we are done, kissing softly. We walk back arm in arm, sitting down at our places, hoping no one will notice our sweat, our stains, and the smell of our arousal. As I look over at the woman before me, I try my best to hide my returned arousal...



Nikki



Disclaimer: This is a story in which a fictional character cheats on his wife. If you find this sort of thing offensive, I recommend not reading any further. You have been warned, so please don't send me feedback or post comments telling me how wrong it is for men to cheat. This is fiction.

*****

I think the best word to describe my reaction to seeing Nikki sitting at the bar would be "dumbfounded." I only knew her name because she'd been my server at lunch the previous week at another establishment. I'd been completely mesmerized by her and had made sure to confirm her name when I'd looked at the check. There may have been a little bit of a moment between us during that lunch though I'm sure it was just wishful thinking on my part. After all, I'd been married for more than twenty years and she was probably about half my age. I'm pretty sure it was her eyes, which were big and beautiful, though her lips were big and luscious, too, and her body, though slim, had certainly drawn my attention each time she'd passed or stopped at our table. When I got back to the office and still couldn't stop thinking about her, I entered her first name and the restaurant name into a popular search engine and genuinely found myself surprised. It wasn't the first thing listed, but there was a blog that it turned out she'd written, though the restaurant was listed in the body of the blog, not as her employer. It was really just random chance, more or less, that I was able to find out more about her, and see her amazing eyes in her profile photo, as a result.

I probably spent too much time that afternoon, I guess you would say, cyberstalking her. She had a fairly large digital footprint, though some of the "toes" were pretty neglected. I did manage to find out her last name and on most sites she went by the same username. I wasn't looking for her address or whether she was in a relationship; I was mainly interested in photos of her because I didn't get to that restaurant very often and, if I suddenly started hanging out there more often, that would be traditional stalking. I figured with a few photos to remind me how beautiful she was I'd be good and that would be as far as it would go. The universe, however, had different plans, ones that went beyond feeding me a too easy search result on that popular search engine.

I was with a group of current and former coworkers at World of Beer and we'd only been there long enough to order when she caught my attention. I don't think she'd noticed me and wasn't sure she'd recognize me if she did so, while trying to remain engaged with my companions, I was contemplating what to do, if anything. She was sitting alone, drinking slowly and checking her phone, so I figured she was waiting for someone. As more time went by and more of my own beer was consumed, I decided that, maybe I'd at least say "hi" and chat with her if she remembered me while she waited for her friend or whoever to join her. I actually had to screw up my courage first to do it, then finally just got moving.

"Be right back," I told my companions as I stood and grabbed my beer. She'd mostly had her back to me but had glanced toward the door often enough that I was absolutely certain that it was her. I walked around to the direction she was facing and her reaction was nothing like I was expecting.

"Holy shit!" she exclaimed, her eyes going even wider behind her glasses than they already were.

"I hope that's because you recognize me," I replied, "and not because you are expecting a blind date and are incredibly disappointed."

"Oh my God, no," she laughed, "Of course I recognize you. Friday lunch, salmon burger, Ska Euphoria."

"Wow, impressive!" I replied, "Its Nikki, right?"

"Yes and I am not surprised that you remember," she said, shaking my hand as I introduced myself. I wasn't sure what she meant by that so I asked.

"What makes you say that?" I asked.

"Well, just the way that you spoke, I knew that you didn't see me just as a means to getting your lunch," she explained, "You thanked me, you looked at me when you were talking to me, in the eyes, not in the boobs, and the last time you were in, you remembered me from when I worked at River North."

"I didn't even think you remembered me remembering you," I replied, feeling pleasantly surprised.

"Well I didn't remember you from River North," she said, "but it meant a lot that you recognized me."

We chatted for a few more minutes and she never looked at her phone or toward the door even once, which made me feel pretty good, but I figured my companions were probably getting curious about who I was talking to for so long.

"Well, you're obviously expecting someone and I should probably get back to my friends," I finally said, reluctantly.

"Actually I've been stood up," she said with a frown, "I was just going to finish my beer and take off."

"Why don't you come hang out with us?" I suggested, "The two people I had lunch with are both there and just about all of us are also beer snobs."

"What makes you think I'm a beer snob?" she asked with a twinkle in her eye. I knew because of my cyber-sleuthing mostly, but I certainly couldn't reveal that.

"You're at World of Beer, obviously not drinking a Coors Light," I said, indicating the dark liquid in the tulip glass, "You work at FreshCraft and formerly worked at River North. I stand by my assumption."

"Well you're absolutely right," she replied, "and as long as your friends won't mind, I'd be happy to join you."

Grabbing her things, she followed me back to our table where I introduced her but didn't have to remind Maegan or Jeffrey where she worked. She remembered both of them, as well, and talk quickly turned to what everyone was drinking. She fit right in with us and, the more time I spent around her, the more smitten I was becoming. It turned out that, despite the difference in our ages, we actually had quite a bit in common. Had I not been married, I wouldn't have hesitated for a moment to ask her out on a date, but I didn't keep the fact that I was married a secret. If nothing else, I expected that I would have a new friend with many common interests. I didn't expect that things would go anywhere beyond that.

When it got to the point where I needed to take off, she seemed to be comfortable enough that I expected she would stick around with the others who still remained.

"All right, I've got to go catch a train," I said, after returning from the rest room and grabbing my jacket.

"I'll walk with you," Nikki said, "I'm heading that way, too."

I was pleasantly surprised by the opportunity to spend more time with her and no one appeared to think it was suspicious or unsavory. We said good-bye and headed out the door, chatting as we made our way toward the closest light rail stop. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately as things turned out, I just missed the train I needed to catch. This meant another 15 minutes before the next one would come but it also meant another 15 minutes spent with Nikki. I decided I'd just walk up to the next stop up the line since I had the time to kill and Nikki continued to accompany me. About halfway there, she said something that made me think once again that the universe was working in some mysterious way as far as the two of us were concerned.

"This is my apartment building right here," she said, offhandedly.

"Are you kidding?" I asked, then pointed across the street, "That's where I work."

"Do you ever feel like there are forces at work beyond your control?" she asked.

"I certainly feel like that right now," I replied.

"Do you want to come up to my apartment?" she asked.

"I can't even tell you how badly I want to," I confessed, "but I don't think I'd want to leave and that's just not going to work."

I didn't resist kissing her, though, as we stood there on the sidewalk, still a block away from the next light rail stop. Her arms went around my neck as I placed my hands on her slim waist and our tongues entered each other's mouths. We made out right there in the wide open for a moment before our lips separated and we stared into each other's eyes, both of us smiling. We got moving again though we still had nearly ten minutes before the train was due to arrive.

"It would be pretty easy for me to slip out of work to come over, if you're still interested beyond tonight," I finally said, breaking the silence.

"I will definitely still be interested," she replied, "and I'm sure I can work around your schedule. Even when I'm working lunch, I'm around in the morning, then again in the evening. When I work dinner and happy hour, I'm around most of the day."

"I've actually got a doctor's appointment tomorrow morning early," I recalled, "What if I just took the entire morning off and came by straight from the train instead of going into the office?"

"That would be fantastic," she replied enthusiastically, "What time are you thinking, so I'm sure that I'm up."

"Probably 9:30 or 10," I figured.

"I'll already be having coffee by then," she said.

"Well, if you haven't showered by then," I replied, "I can always join you."

"It had actually crossed my mind that I'd need to get up early to be presentable," she said, "but if you're willing to risk seeing me just out of bed, I'd love to have you shower with me."

"Since I can't wake up next to you," I replied, "I'll take the next best thing."

We were at the light rail stop by then and gravitated toward a shadowy area, where we started making out again. This time when her arms went around my neck, my hands went down to her ass, which felt like perfection. My cock was stiffening as our tongues explored each other's mouths and I'm sure she must have felt it. If she was as aroused as I was, I knew her pussy must be dripping wet and I vowed to myself to make sure she came as much and as intensely as I could the following day. We finally parted when we could hear the train approaching and she walked over with me, though we tried to appear innocent and platonic under the glare of the platform lighting. She realized that we hadn't exchanged numbers, which would have made coordination the next morning more complicated, so we did that really quickly as the train was arriving.

"Wait, what are you going to the doctor for, if you don't mind my asking?" she asked as I was boarding.

"Raging case of gonorrhea," I lied just before the door shut. My phone chimed a moment later.

"Ha ha, I'll pick up some condoms," read her text. I was so glad it didn't say "LOL."

My appointment was actually just an annual check-up with my dermatologist and I'm sure I must have seemed completely distracted, both there and at home the previous evening. At least at home I had the excuse of having been out drinking and at the dermatologist I'm sure they couldn't have cared less. I let Nikki know when I was on the train so she knew when to expect me. I hoped she hadn't decided to go ahead and shower, anyway, and not just because I wanted to lather up her hot body; I also wanted to inhale the pheromones she'd been rolling around in all night long.

I made it from the train to the lobby of her building without encountering any of my coworkers outside my building so it felt like the universe was still working things in our favor. I hit the buzzer and she let me up but she didn't warn me that the elevator moved as slow as molasses in winter. When it finally opened on her floor, I saw her standing in the doorway to her apartment smiling knowingly at me. She was still in what looked like pajamas and an open robe and her hair looked a bit unkempt which immediately returned me to a more positive outlook. We started kissing right there in the doorway, gradually maneuvering inside as she managed to get the door closed and locked. My hands went back to her ass as we made out passionately just inside her door then I lifted her and carried her as she wrapped her legs around me. I didn't even bother heading to the bedroom, since I didn't know exactly where it was and I'd seen the couch not far from the front door.

I set her down and she sat on the couch as I knelt before her. We continued making out as I finally fondled her braless tits through the t-shirt that served as a pajama top. Her nipples were hard and, though I wanted to get my hands on her bare tits and lick and suck her nipples, I suspected just as I had the previous night that her pussy was probably incredibly wet. I dropped my hands to the waist of her pajama bottoms and started to work them down. She raised her ass for me then I was sliding them down her legs. Once they were off, she spread her legs and I admired her trim bush, which was just a small patch above her otherwise hairless pussy. She leaned back as I lowered my face toward it then ran my tongue up along her slit. She moaned as I lapped up the nectar that was flowing, savoring her pungent secretions. She was definitely at least as wet as I'd expected but maybe even more so.

I'd been looking forward to eating her pussy since the previous night so I was savoring the opportunity and not even really thinking about how incredible it was going to be to fuck her given how wet she was. My immediate goal was twofold: to make her cum as intensely and as many times as possible and to relish the time spent with my face between her thighs, since it still felt completely surreal that it was even happening. As I focused my licking more on her clit, I slipped a finger into her and found her pussy not only incredibly wet but quite snug as well. I have to admit that, at that moment, I did actually think about how it was going to feel to slip my throbbing cock into her. It didn't make me want to finish eating her pussy more quickly, though. I strongly suspected that this was not going to be my only opportunity to eat her or fuck her.

The longer I ate her, the louder she was moaning and the more she was writhing on the couch. I was stoked that I could provide her with so much pleasure right off the bat, especially after essentially leaving her high and dry the previous night...though I somehow doubted that she had been even remotely dry. She was holding my head, humping her pussy toward my face, but had not removed her robe or shirt. I glanced up occasionally, past her hard nipples pressing out against her shirt, to see her eyes closed behind her glasses but her mouth hanging open to allow nearly continuous moaning to escape. When she started tensing up and arching her back, I figured that she was right on the verge of cumming...the first time, at least. I had every intention of continuing to eat her right through this orgasm and as many more as she'd let me before she stopped me. I glanced up again when the moaning suddenly stopped but it looked as though she was holding her breath in anticipation of her orgasm hitting. When it did hit, she let out a cry and her entire body started shaking violently. I continued eating her, though it wasn't as easy, as she rode out an orgasm that appeared to be just as intense as I'd hoped it would be.

When she finally went still, breathing heavily, and I was still eating her pussy, now flooded with even more of her succulent juices, she had to grab my head and ask me to stop.

"Seriously," she said, as I looked up disappointedly, "you'll make me lose my mind if you keep going. That was beyond any orgasm I can ever remember having. Thank you."

She leaned down and kissed me, undoubtedly tasting her flavor on my lips. I straightened up, still on my knees, and started to slide off her robe while we continued kissing. She let it fall down her arms then wrapped them around my neck. I caressed her tits through her shirt again then slipped them up under it, feeling her hard nipples against my palms and the soft, smooth skin of her bare tits. When I started pulling her shirt further up, she pulled her lips away from mine and raised her arms, allowing me to remove it. I didn't go back to kissing her because I was admiring her perky tits before I went back to caressing them. It didn't take long before I had lowered my head to lick and suck her hard nipples, causing her to start moaning again. She was running her fingers through my hair but soon started trying to pull my shirt up. She was completely naked at that point and I was still fully dressed so I did what I could to assist her in removing my shirt.

"Stand up," she directed as she tossed my shirt aside. I stood and she went to work on my belt so I slipped out of my shoes. She quickly had my pants open and was sliding them down, leaving me only in briefs, which were very tented out, and socks. Once I'd stepped out of my pants, she pulled off my socks then fixed her attention on the bulging front of my underwear. She ran her hand over the bulge briefly before taking my briefs down as my cock sprung out in her face. I was looking down to see what she would do and, as she made sure my briefs made it to my ankles, she was just staring at my throbbing, bobbing tool. As I stepped out of my briefs and kicked them aside, she cupped my balls in one hand as the other gently caressed my shaft. The feeling was so outstanding that I was pleasantly surprised and honestly relieved that I didn't immediately start shooting my load into her face.

When she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around my shaft, I was certain that I was done for and hoped she'd be okay with a mouthful of jizz. Again I was surprised and relieved when I didn't shoot off right away and was able to savor the feeling of her hot mouth moving up and down my tool. She only sucked me off for a moment before removing my cock from her mouth and looking up at me with a sheepish smile.

"Here, why don't you sit down," she said, shifting to the side and patting the couch cushion. As I sat, she was moving her robe but, at the same time, she'd reached into one of the pockets and extracted a condom.

"For the raging gonorrhea," she explained with a smirk as she handed it to me. I tore it open and rolled it on as she started moving to straddle me. As she lowered herself, I guided my sheathed cock toward her approaching pussy until it was positioned between her hairless lips. We both moaned as she continued to descend and my cock was engulfed within her hot, slippery confines. I held her waist as she brought her lips to mine but, as we started to make out, I moved my hands up to caress her tits. She started to move slowly up and down on my tool and, even through the condom, her pussy felt absolutely incredible. I was happy with the initial slow pace because I kind of felt like it would help me to last longer, though I expected she'd gradually pick it up. While I was savoring the feel of her pussy sliding up and down my tool, I also wanted to be able to hold out long enough for her to cum again. It wasn't like I was thinking about baseball or something, though; I was definitely in the moment and conscious of every little detail and sensation.

I got the distinct impression that Nikki was also relishing our first sexual encounter which really wasn't a surprise based on the previous night but it was still an ego boost for me given, as I've mentioned, the disparity in our ages as well as my marital status. To have a woman as young and sexy as Nikki interested in me despite how much older I was and my being married was not something I ever really considered or would have expected. Was I feeling any guilt? Not at that precise moment. I couldn't think of anything other than the soft flesh of her tits against my palms, the sensation of her tongue exploring my mouth and the snug, slippery feel of her pussy sliding up and down my tool.

As she began picking up her pace and riding me harder, it became more difficult to continue making out so she ended up pulling her mouth from mine and straightening up. I leaned back against the couch and let my hands drop to her upper thighs as I watched her perky titties bouncing. I started to push up into her each time she came down on me so she was receiving the full length of my shaft. I also ran my hands around to caress the soft, smooth flesh of her ass as it bounced up and down on my lap. With her mouth clear of my tongue, she was moaning loudly and nearly continuously as she apparently approached another orgasm. It felt as though her pussy was becoming even hotter and more slippery, though I wouldn't have even thought that possible when I'd first slipped into her.




Nikki



I was feeling the first stirrings of my own orgasm when she suddenly went from riding me hard and fast to almost going into slow motion. Her body then started to shake as she started to cum again and I watched the expression of pure ecstasy on her face. I could feel the gooseflesh under my hands as they continued to caress her bare skin. Once again her orgasm appeared to be intensely pleasurable, which made me supremely happy to have been able to help her to achieve it. When it finally seemed to be tapering off, she sat still on my cock, her chest heaving while she continued to experience the occasional body twitch. When she finally opened her big, beautiful eyes again, she looked at me and broke into a huge smile before kissing me passionately.

Rather than starting to ride me again, she ended up climbing off of my lap and kneeling before me. She slipped the condom off and tossed it aside then pumped my cock in her fist as she tongued my balls. She smiled up at me as I gazed down at her then gripped the base of my cock as she ran her tongue up it before engulfing it in her hot mouth. I moaned as she slid her lips down my shaft then began pumping the base as she moved them up and down. Her mouth felt incredible and I was quickly feeling the stirring of that orgasm once again. Since she'd already cum twice, I knew there was no reason not to just relax and relish the pleasure that I was feeling.

Though sucking me off enthusiastically, she was not rushing and it felt like she was making an effort to draw out the pleasure that I was feeling. The enthusiasm was more like a reflection of how she appeared to be taking some pleasure herself in sucking my cock. I was leaning back and just watching her, which also heightened the pleasure I was feeling. I'd have been content to sit there enjoying that blowjob all day but, first of all, I knew that her jaw couldn't hold out that long and, second, she was just too good and I could feel my orgasm building. The first time I'd seen her and had realized how pretty she was, there's no way I could have imagined that I'd eventually be preparing to blow a load down her throat. My cock was swelling even more the closer I got to cumming, but it didn't throw her off at all. She continued running her lips up and down my shaft while pumping the base even when I started to spew.

I grunted as I started cumming but she didn't even hesitate; she just swallowed my load and continued bobbing her head up and down until I was completely spent. When she let my cock fall from her mouth, she looked up at me expectantly with those big beautiful eyes.

"Outstanding," I told her, leaning forward to kiss her on the forehead. She smiled and started to get up so I reclined on the couch and had her lay on top of me. We held each other as our naked bodies pressed together, chatting quietly for a little while. When we eventually decided to get up, it was to go take a shower. I warned Nikki that I couldn't go home reeking of unfamiliar body wash, which just meant that she couldn't lather me up, not that she couldn't touch me. I fully intended to lather her up, though, and started as soon as we were both standing in the tub with the shower running. Naturally, once I got a handful of scented lather going, the first thing I washed was her perky tits. She worked on getting her hair lathered up as I made sure her tits were nice and clean but, eventually, I started spreading the lather around the rest of her body. She grabbed the body wash and got some lather going herself so that she could wash the less erogenous areas of her body.

I dropped down and washed her feet then worked my way up her legs. Once her shins and calves and smooth thighs were lathered, I reached behind her to lather up her ass and found myself with my face nearly in her pussy again. What could I do but lean in closer and start licking her slit? Her moan echoed through the small room and she grabbed my head as I lapped at her pussy. I reached for the shower stream with one hand to make sure it was free of suds, then brought it up and slipped a finger into her hot, wet pussy. She was subtly humping my face as I licked and sucked her clit while sliding my finger in and out. I could feel my cock recovering, as well, and figured that, by the time we finished showering, I'd be ready to go again.

Just as I'd felt like I could have enjoyed having her blowing me all day, I'd have been pretty content to eat her pussy all day, or at least as long as my tongue could hold out. I loved the opportunity to provide her with pleasure and to be so intimate with her body. Given that we were in the shower with the water running, however, I figured that this was not the best venue to try to draw out her pleasure so I was really focused on just giving her a quick but highly pleasurable orgasm. She lifted one foot up onto the edge of the tub, opening herself up to me even more as I continued to devour her pussy. I could feel her pussy becoming even wetter and more engorged as she got closer to cumming and her moans were louder and more drawn out. I suspected that, if any of her neighbors were home, they probably had a good idea of what was going on.

When she started tensing up, I knew she was right on the verge of cumming and it was just a moment later that she let out a cry and her body started shaking. I continued eating and fingering her as even more of her nectar flowed through her pussy. It was only when I was certain that she had completely finished cumming that I stopped, slipping my finger from her pussy into my mouth to suck of the juices. I was sitting back on my heels looking up at her as the occasional aftershock still caused her body to twitch but, when she reopened her eyes, she helped me to stand again and kissed me hard.

"You are so good at that," she said, "Will you do that for me every day?"

"You may need to warn your neighbors," I suggested.

"I did get a little loud, didn't I?" she replied.

We finished getting her cleaned up and she didn't fail to notice that my cock was pretty rigid again. Once we were both rinsed, she turned the shower off and we dried ourselves and each other. Since she didn't have any condoms in the bathroom, she led me to her bedroom, where the bed was still unmade. She grabbed a condom from her nightstand and handed it to me, then crawled onto the bed and remained on all-fours as I rolled the condom onto my throbbing tool. I got up behind her on my knees, admiring her sweet ass, then guided my cock into her hot, slippery pussy. We both moaned, though probably not loud enough for her neighbors to hear, and I started to slowly fuck her from behind.

I started out just watching her ass jiggling slightly each time my hips tapped it, but ended up sliding my hands up from her waist to cup her swinging tits. She'd taken her glasses off, having put them back on after our shower, and had her face pressed into a pillow while she reached one hand back between her legs. Again, I was mainly savoring the feel of fucking her snug, slippery pussy and appreciating the opportunity to do so. I didn't know whether I'd be able to last long enough to make her cum again but I wasn't planning to think about baseball in hopes of holding out longer. My plan was just to enjoy fucking her for as long as I could. I figured it had been pretty incredible already so I didn't need to try to force anything and I didn't feel any pressure to perform. It is one of the nicest feelings to just fuck and enjoy the pleasure of fucking.

We got a nice rhythm going where she was pushing back against each of my thrusts but she actually ended up increasing the pace until her ass was smacking against my hips. I was perfectly fine with that since it just continued to feel better and better. I ended up straightening up and taking her by the hips again so that I could ensure that she was getting the full length of my shaft. This seemed to make her want to go even faster, so I had to be careful that I kept up with her and didn't throw off the whole rhythm. It got to where I was basically just pushing into her each time her ass hit my hips, so that she was almost fucking me more than I was fucking her. Even through the condom I could feel her pussy becoming hotter and wetter so I knew she'd be cumming again before I did.

When she slammed herself backwards and just stayed there, I held my cock inside her and could feel her trembling as she came. If she made any kind of noise, the pillow must have muffled it but I think she was actually holding her breath. She made a sort of audible gasp at one point and her body continued trembling though I couldn't tell whether this orgasm was any better or longer than the previous ones. When she finally seemed to finish, she relaxed a little bit but did not go back to pushing against my cock so I just waited for a moment. Once she'd apparently recovered enough, she moved forward so that my cock slipped out of her then rolled over so that I was kneeling between her spread legs. I lowered myself over her and guided my sheathed tool back into her pussy. We started to make out as I resumed fucking, her arms going around my neck as I supported myself on my forearms.

With the change of position and the increased lubrication as a result of her orgasm, I knew I wouldn't be able to last much longer. This was completely acceptable to me, though, especially since she'd cum twice more since my last orgasm. Again, I was really savoring the pleasure of her young body, both the feeling of fucking her and the sensation of her body below mine. She was raising her hips to accept my thrusting so I was gradually picking up the pace, not to hurry things along but to enhance the pleasure I was feeling. It did get to where her bed was becoming a bit noisy, which was probably further alerting any of her neighbors who might be home that she was getting lucky. I could feel my cock swelling even more the closer I was getting to cumming and was looking forward to what promised to be a pretty intense orgasm.

I pulled my mouth from hers just before I came then let out a long moan as I blew my load into the condom. It was an incredible orgasm, seeming to send pleasure to the very extremes of my body. I continued thrusting with each spurt into the condom but the pleasure did not seem to diminish. Once I was finally spent, I took a moment to recover before rolling off of Nikki to avoid any condom leakage. I lay on my back beside her, trying to catch my breath as she rolled on her side to watch me, with a smile on her face. She'd found her glasses and slipped them on again.

"This was a great idea," I gasped.

"This was an outstanding idea," she replied and kissed me near my ear.

I reached out and wrapped my arm around her, pulling her against me. We lay there in her bed for as long as we could before we needed to get moving and get dressed. We headed out of her building together, making out in the elevator on the way down where we wouldn't be seen, then parted ways with plans for our next rendezvous already established.



Nikki and Ana Ivanovic



I was very excited to be coming home as it had been some time. But finally the new year of tennis had come and that meant a return to the Australian Open. Ever since Wimbledon, I'd been traveling around the world with the WTA as part of Daniela Hantuchova's entourage. It had been an amazing period of time. I got to see the best tennis venues in the world and mix with some of the biggest names in the sport. Occasionally mixing had even meant things much more exciting than just getting to chat or socialize with the players. 

Some of those adventures have been documented elsewhere. 

"I want you to be one of the ball girls again," Daniela said to me as we landed in Sydney for the Sydney International. It was the tournament that she had elected to play in the warm up to the event in Melbourne. 

"Why? Then I won't get to see you as much, I'll be all over the place, on outside courts, doing men's matches, all sorts of things."

"Because it would be special for me, it's the Australian Open and that's where we met, when you were a dirty little ball girl perving on Anna and I in the shower. It would be fun for me to run into you periodically, maybe at a game, maybe when I'm watching someone else play. I'd probably even come and just watch you run around in the cute little uniform, waiting for you to finish up so I could take you home and wash the sweat from your body."

"You really want me to?" I asked, "It means that much to you?"

"Yes, it does," she said, smiling and squeezing my hands in hers.

"Ok, I'll see what I can do then. You know that they have trials and stuff though, they've probably filled all the spots by now. 

"Well we'll also have to see if I can have any influence, I'm not a complete nobody," Daniela said to me. I laughed and told her that I'd make a few calls to people that I knew and find out what was happening.

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We landed in Melbourne ready for the tournament and sure enough, the first day that we went to the Rod Laver Arena I found out that someone had called in, they'd sprained an ankle and wouldn't be able to work. Given that I had worked there before they took me on. I just knew that Daniela had pulled some strings. I know how tough it is to get a gig as a ball girl and even if someone had sprained their ankle, there was always a reserve list to go by. Oh well, I'm happy to go along with what Daniela wants. She rewards me well enough.

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I twirled for Daniela in my ball girl uniform, showing off my tight body for her. One thing about traveling with her was that it provided me with plenty of opportunity to keep fit. It was fun to work out with her in the gym or run with her and sometimes she even hit the ball with me. Of course I was nowhere even close to being a practice partner, but it was still fun. 

The best bit was always the shower afterward though. We always showered together, rinsing off the sweat and rubbing soap all over each other's bodies. I knew her so intimately now that all had had to do was close my eyes and I could map her entire naked body in my mind. Just thinking about it gives me tingles right where I enjoy them most. 

"You look so cute!" She squealed, advancing on me and starting to run her hands over my body. "I love the look of that blue on you, but it's a pity they gave you such long shorts, they should have put you in a nice short skirt!"

"Yeah right and then all those nice tennis boys wouldn't be able to concentrate on their tennis and the tv cameramen would keep trying to get shots of my butt as I ran across the court," I replied, laughing.

"And you know how much I'd like getting to see you run around the court. I'd probably even pay one of those nice photographers to get some snaps of your cute little panty clad butt too," She teased me, her hands now running down over my chest, playing at my now erect nipples. 

"Hmm, maybe I should pay them myself," I teased, reaching a hand out to run to my fingers down her cheek and neck, feeling the softness of it. 

"Ha, you don't have to pay them, they're always taking photos of my butt as it is."

"I know, its great," I laughed. "And it's such a cute butt to photograph, too," I said, running my hands around behind her and squeezing the cheeks that were the current topic of discussion. Daniela stepped in closer to me and kissed me hard, her tongue darting between my lips and into my mouth. I returned the kiss with all the passion that I could muster and then suddenly Daniela was tugging at my clothes, pulling the blue long-sleeved ball-girl short up and over my head. I reached out and did the same to her and in not time at all we found ourselves sprawled naked together on the carpet of the hotel room floor. Daniela moved so that she had me trapped beneath her, sitting astride my waist, her butt sitting back down on my bald mound. I looked up along her long lithe form, delighting in the state of arousal that showed in the hardness of her nipples. 

I wanted to reach up and stroked my hands over them, but she had my own hands pinned above my head. 

"I can't touch you," I complained.

"That's the whole idea," she laughed, lowering her head to kiss me. 

"Yes, but you can't touch me either," I laughed as she pulled her head back away from me, my lips and teeth attempting to cling to her tongue. 

"True, but at least I can still get your nipples with my teeth she said, lowering her head to my breast and sucking my nipple hard into her mouth before lashing it with her tongue and grazing on it with her teeth. I moaned as she moved her head to do the same to my other nipple. I desperately wanted to caress her small breasts and pinch her nipples in response to what she was doing to me, but from past experience knew that there was little that I could do to break her hold on me. All the training that she did for her tennis kept her strong despite her slight frame. 

I waited, biding my time, moaning and writhing with the pleasure, but knowing that she would become a little lapse in her hold. And when it came, I quickly rolled sideways, tipping her from me. She squealed as she tumbled to the side but I only managed to get onto my stomach before she was back on me, this time, sitting astride the back of my thighs, her hands on my shoulders. I laughed and attempted to kneel up, but she slapped my butt hard with the palm of her hand.

"Ow!" I said, feeling the stinging slap on my bare cheek. 

"Well that's what happens to naughty girls, they get spanked," she laughed, slapping my other cheek for good measure. 

"I sure hope you're going to kiss that better," I said to her. 

"Oh I think that you know that I will, she said. She leaned down against me and I felt her breasts crushed against my back. She slid down my body, planting kisses down my bare back, When she reached the small of my back she placed light, gentle kisses there and I sighed at the pleasure. By this time in our relationship, Daniela knew all the keys to unravel me. Then I felt her lips upon my butt cheek as she placed kisses on the soft skin that she'd punished so recently. I felt her tongue and her teeth as well and I spread my legs so that she was between them. Her finger ran up my now wet slit, sliding ever so slightly between my pussy lips. She kept going until she reached my anus, where she teased me, wiggling her fingertip against it and circling it around my little puckered entrance. 

I giggled at the somewhat ticklish, yet entirely pleasurable sensation and then felt her two hands, one on each cheek spreading me wide. 

Daniela's tongue followed the path that her finger had taken and I willed myself apart for her. Her tongue danced between my legs, running up and down my slit, circling my anus and generally pleasing me in all the ways that I enjoyed. Then her hands were rolling me over and I lay upon my back, spreading my legs for my lover so that she might truly feast upon my pussy.

Daniela didn't hold back and soon she was sucking and biting and licking at my pussy, extenuating my lips and attacking my clit. I clawed my hands through her beautiful long hair, pulling her into me, encouraging her to devour me. When I came, I did so with a scream, pleasure bursting through me. I pulled her up my body, kissing her, tasting the sweet flavour of my own pleasure on her face. I sucked and lapped at it hungrily, my hands roaming roughly over her body.

I pulled at her clothes, but she backed away, "Sorry sweetie," she said in her gorgeous accent, "But I have to get ready for a function. Help me dress?"

I groaned. I so wanted to bring her the pleasure that she'd just brought me, but I knew that once she'd made up her mind, there would be no swaying her. It was the same focus that helped her to be so successful as a tennis player. 

I followed her into the hotel bathroom and whilst she stripped off her clothes, I started the water running for her. She smiled at me, thanking me as she stepped under the cascade of water. I picked up the soap and stepped into the shower with her and then washed her down in a ritual that we enjoyed together regularly, me playing the maid, washing my lover as she simply enjoyed my touch. 

I washed and conditioned her hair and then climbed out and wrapped myself in a towel before Daniela joined me, stepping into the embrace of the towel that I held for her. 

Daniela sat in her towel before the mirror in the main room of the hotel and I worked through her hair with a brush and blow-drier, enjoying just being with her. Then, as she put on her make up, I went through her underwear. I always chose the underwear that she wore out. It was another little thing that we enjoyed together. Tonight I selected a simple black satin thong and matching bra, which she donned upon return from putting on her make up. 

I loved watching her move. She was tall and thin and with all the right muscles toned beautifully from the hours and hours of tennis. I especially liked the tan lines that her tennis left her with. I only wished she played in panties and a bra so that they were a little briefer!

Daniela slipped into a gold shimmering dress and I sighed at her beauty. We embraced at the door and she went off to her function. It was rare that I got to attend things with her. We avoided drawing attention to our relationship and though many girls on the tour suspected that I was more than an assistant, only a rare few knew for sure. It was something that I was willing to live with in order to be with such a beautiful woman. 

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"So tell me, who did you get to work with today?" Daniela said to me as we met up between matches. It hadn't been easy for us to find places to do this as the tennis players had their own area away from the media and the fans and us workers had yet another area so that we didn't impose upon the players either.

"Oooh, I got Caroline Wozniacki from Denmark," I said, grinning, "She's rather cute you know. 

"And also very firmly straight," Daniela said, laughing. 

"Oh well, doesn't stop me enjoying looking up her skirt," I teased. "It's just a shame that you girls don't just wear panties under your tennis skirts anymore."

"Huh, maybe for you, but I still end up with my bum all over the internet from perverts taking photos every time my skirt bounces up."

"Yeah," and I thank them for it every time that I go on line," I said, laughing as Daniela poked her tongue out at me. 

"Well I don't mind you looking, as long as you come back home and take your horniness out on me," Daniela said. She leaned forward briefly before stopping and I knew that she had wanted to kiss me. I smiled in return, wishing that we could indeed lock our tongues together in public and show the world how much we cared for each other. 

"Well I promise that if any of these cute tennis girls decides I'm worthy of their attention that I'll be sure to let you join in."

"I should think so. It's been a while since we seduced someone, maybe we should do it again," Daniela mused.

"Well if the opportunity presents itself, I'm in," I grinned. Then we had to separate and go our different ways.

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I knelt over Daniela's naked body, rubbing oil into her back, my nipples tight as ever as my hands glided and kneaded their way over her bare back. I could feel her taut butt beneath my arse and I really just wanted to slide my hand down between her legs and fondle her sex, but I knew that there was time for that later. 

"You played great today from what everyone is telling me," I said to her as I worked her left shoulder. 

"Mmm, nice of you to say so," she replied, "I was happy with how it went."

"I hope you have some energy left though," I teased.

"Oh I think I have just enough for a set with you," Daniela said, moving to roll over beneath me. I allowed her to move and she was then laying on her back with her small breasts exposed to me and her bald mound trapped beneath my bottom. I leaned over and kissed her, pressing my lips against hers and sliding my tongue between them. She returned the kiss gladly and I flattened my own body out, laying along hers, our naked forms melding together. 

For a while we lay there like that, just kissing until I needed more and rolled to one side so that I could use my hand to caress her bald mound and then slide down to gently fondle her naked lips. Daniela's legs parted to allow me access and soon I had two fingers thrusting into her welcoming pussy as she moaned into my mouth. 

I picked up the oil that I had been rubbing into her back and drizzled it up her body, over her stomach, up over her breasts and then back down towards her pussy. I knelt alongside of her and ran my fingers through the oil and over her body, slipping and sliding them across her breasts, flicking at her nipples, teasing, trapping them between my finger and thumb, pulling them so that they elongated and then slid back through my grasp. 

I rubbed the oil into her mound, applying pressure and feeling her thrusting herself back against my hand. My fingers traipsed over her lips and I again thrust my fingers within the slick warm folds of her pussy. I hooked my fingers up and rubbed them along the front wall of her vagina until she flinched with the movement that told me that I had found the precise little spot that I was looking for. 

She whimpered and I pulled on her nipple at the same time that I continued to rub at her. Daniela humped against my fingers and unrelentingly I continued to work her over until she cried out and came, her body twitching, her muscles tensing and releasing. I stroked my fingers over her gently as she enjoyed the aftermath of her orgasm. She grinned at me and then pushed me back down onto my back, commenting that it was lucking that I had managed to get any of the oil on my pussy or she wouldn't be able to eat it like she was about to.

I grinned as Daniela moved her long lithe form between my legs and without preamble, lowered her face to my pussy. I felt the electric touch of her tongue as it ran down the left side of my pussy and back up the right. It twirled around and around without finding that magical place between my lips where the juices of my anticipation were already seeping forth to lubricate the way/

I gasped when her tongue finally ran in between my lips as Daniela thrust it inside me. I thrust my pussy at her, delighting in the penetration. Then she began to assault my clit with a familiarity that meant that I was spared no mercy as she expertly built my pleasure to the ultimate pinnacle before I cried out, just as she had when my orgasm crashed through my system.

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The following day I returned to the tennis centre and again worked the courts, dashing all over them, collecting the little yellow balls that the darling stars of the women's tennis circuit smashed all over the court. My last game of the day though was a true delight. For a while now as I'd toured around with Daniela, Ana Ivanovic had been catching my eye. She was tall, well proportioned, tanned and quite frankly, stunning. And the skirt of the latest outfit that she'd been wearing was delightful as well. It bobbed up frequently to reveal the pale blue sports pants that she wore and I can tell you that after working the court for an entire match, I felt like I knew every stitch and seam of those pants. Not perhaps as intimately as I would have liked, but better than I would have expected.

That night, after dining with Daniela and getting through her other commitments, we snuggled into bed together.

"Tell me Dani, have you heard any whispers about Ana Ivanovic's sexual preferences and which way she might swing?" My fingers were teasing at the panties that she was wearing, caressing her lips as I questioned her.

"No, I can't say that I have, has she caught your eye?" Daniela's legs parted and gave me even better access than I'd already been enjoying and she turned towards me slightly. I knew that it turned her on to think of the two of us seducing some young tennis player and the more famous they were, the better.

She has, because other than the fact that she's playing good tennis, she's gorgeous and I spent all day today looking at her underwear."

"Oh really? You know that you can always spend some time looking at my underwear," Daniela teased me. 

"Like now?" I asked, throwing back the covers and rolling on top of her, sliding down her body, my tongue and lips kissing and teasing as I traversed her wonderfully athletic form. Once I was between her legs, I teased her with my fingers. Probing, stroking, pinching and caressing her through the fabric of her panties, feeling her crotch get wetter and wetter with each passing moment. Dani moaned for me, wanting more. I moved again until I had my legs scissored through her own. I too was wearing panties, a pair of simple yellow cotton ones, a contrast to the hot pink satin pair that Daniela was Wearing. I moved my crotch against hers, rubbing and thrusting, reaching out with my hand for hers and then using it to pull her against me even harder.

"Take them off," Daniela insisted after a few more moments and we broke apart long enough to scramble out of the separating fabrics before resuming, our now sopping bald pussies rubbing directly against each other, mashed and slithering back and forth. It took a little while, but it wasn't too long before it simply wasn't enough for us. We separated again, laying alongside one another as we kissed and caressed. Daniela's need was almost palpable by this time, but she took control, using her fingers to explore inside me. I felt more fingers follow the initial sole intruder and it became readily apparent that she wasn't' about to stop until her whole fist was inside me. It was a regular pastime and fascination for her and I lay back and enjoyed her well practiced motions as she stretched my pussy wider and wider until she was indeed fisting me.

With her fist inside me, the fingers of her other hand attacked my clit, ensuring that within moments I was cumming, bucking and writhing on the end of her fist which she withdrew from inside me, only to lick and suck at the remains of my pleasure that coated her skin. 

It was my turn now and I knew that with her in this mood, nothing short of my own fist inside her would be enough. I rolled her onto her stomach and slipped my hand between her legs, enjoying playing inside her with just a couple of fingers initially, continuing to tease her. As I slid a third finger into her pussy, Daniela pushed herself back and drew her knees under her so that her pussy was raised off the bed. She stretched her long arms out in front, her chest against the bed. I worked my fourth finger inside her and then slipped my thumb into the curled space within their shelter and I could fee her pussy resisting the final intrusion. I worked back and forth a little, feeling Daniela push back against me, willing me to thrust my fist inside. I felt my hand slide that little bit further and then it slipped completely within her pussy. I lowered my tongue down as I held my fist inside her and licked at her anus before using my free hand to start teasing at her clit as well.




Nikki and Ana Ivanovic



Daniela had no hope under my assault and sure enough, within moments she was exploding, crying out and writing amid the assault of her orgasm. 

"Who do you play tomorrow? I asked as we snuggled up before sleeping."

"Alize Cornet,": she murmured.

"She's French right?"

"Yep."

"And cute too ..."

"God is there anyone on the circuit that you don't think is cute?" laughed Daniela.

"Oh believe, me there's plenty," I said. "And of course, even as cute as some of these girls are, you know that none of them can hold a torch to you." Daniela sighed and kissed me, letting me know that it was time that I let her sleep so that she could be prepared for tomorrow's game. I rolled over and felt her snuggle in against my back, her hand caressing my small breast as we both drifted off to sleep at last.

Daniela managed to beat Alize, but I had to work the courts and didn't' get to watch again. Although I enjoyed seeing the tennis and being part of it again, after all the time that I'd spent with Daniela, I was used to getting to see her play and it seemed wrong to have to check the score out as I moved from court to court, rather than to be there seeing her play.

I had to work men's games too which for me at least was a little disappointing. After all, I much preferred the glimpses that I got up the girls' skirts compa red to watching boys run around the tennis court.

Daniela and I once again rendezvoused at the exit to the player's area as we left the tennis centre to make our way to the hotel. As usual in a public place, we didn't hold hands or show any signs of affection, but the minute we were behind the closed door of the hotel, Daniela took me in her arms and kissed me passionately.

"So who did you have your eye on today?" she asked me as she began removing my clothes hurriedly.

"No one, I had to do the boys," I said, sighing.

"Oh what a shame for you. You don't ever wonder what it would be like to take one of them and slide that lovely pussy of yours down his cock?"

"You know, I actually don't," I laughed. "Why? Have you been have you been suddenly craving a cock? Am I not pleasing you enough?" I teased, slipping my hand into the pants that she was wearing and plunging it within her panties to feel her sex. As anticipated, she was already wet. It was a game that she liked to play sometimes, probing my sexual interests, testing my boundaries, seeing if there was something new that she might be able to talk me into.

"Not really, it just popped into my head when you mentioned doing the men's game that it's been a very long time since I had sex with one of them. I think it must have been well before I met you, because I've certainly not needed one since," she smiled at me.

"Well I can't remember the last time that I was intimate with a bloke," I laughed, "and it was sure as hell a long time before I met you."

"Would you do it with me if I really wanted to? Just to see what it's like?" she asked me. My fingers stilled from the gentle rubbing that they'd been undertaking within her pants. I looked her in the eye and tried to assess just how serious she might be. 

"I honestly don't know," I told her truthfully. "I would consider it, but I can't promise anything."

"Hmm, interesting, I'll have to file that away for another time," she said. She ripped my track pants and panties down my legs at that point and began using her fingers to explore my pussy, teasing before penetrating and then rubbing against my clit. 

We kissed whilst we used our hands and then, when we were both too frustrated not to continue, we removed our clothes and moved to the bed, using our mouths and tongues to pleasure each other as I lay on top of her in a 69.

Later, having showered and cleaned up from our bout of pleasure, Daniela informed me that she had managed to secure me a pass into the player's area for the following day so that in my off time I'd be able to mingle with her and the other players of the circuit. After all, Daniela had 2 days off until her next match, so she would actually be able to schedule her practice and other commitments so that she could spend some time with me (and knowing her, watching some of the games that I'd be working).

I caught up with Daniela over lunch and we were joined by Maria Sharapova. I enjoyed the fact that she kissed me warmly on each cheek when she joined the table. I was careful not to touch her as intimately as I would have liked given the location, but just the kiss on the cheek brought back very fond memories. 

We sat chatting and catching up, talking about the tournament and eventually Daniela turned to Maria and asked, "hey Nikki wants to know if Ana Ivanovic is into girls at all? I've not seen anything to lead me to think that she is. What about you?"

"Nope, sorry Nikki, I can't say that she's not, but I haven't seen anything to indicate that she is either. Maybe you should just sneak in whilst she's showering," she added with a laugh.

We all laughed and I blushed, thinking back to the very first time that I'd seen Maria and Daniela after sneaking into the change rooms following a match that they'd played against each other. It had turned into my first ever sexual encounter with a famous tennis player, but it hadn't been my last.

"You know it's a long time since we had that little encounter in the shower together, what say we get together tonight for a little memory making?" Maria asked a little later in the conversation.

"Fine by me," Daniela grinned. I don't have to play tomorrow, so I'm more than happy to burn off some energy. You in Nikki?"

"You know you don't even have to ask," I laughed, feeling my face light up at the thought of another threesome with the two hot tennis players. 

"Excellent, let's go out to dinner and then afterwards we can fuck," Maria said. We finished our lunch and I spent the rest of the day eyeing off various hot tennis celebrities either during their games or in the player's area between matches whilst Daniela went off to her practice. By the time that I met up with Daniela again later on that day, I was ready to jump her bones anywhere I might have a chance. 

We had a lovely dinner that evening, just the three of us and of course the train of paparazzi that follows the tennis circuit around. It wasn't uncommon for the two stunning girls that I was with to dine together at various locations around the world and it was even getting to the point that Daniela's assistant (me) was recognised by the photographers. At that point, there still hadn't been any suggestion that I was anything other than that and so I was careful to maintain a professional demeanor when we were out, avoiding any inadvertent familiar touches that might have suggested otherwise. 

Finally we tumbled in through the door of the suite that Maria was occupying. She flung her purse on a chair and kicked off her shoes as she welcomed us. Daniela and I followed suit and we all assembled on the couch and chairs in front of the TV. Maria turned the TV on to check the scores at the tournament and I went and grabbed drinks from the mini-bar, once again thankful that in the elite company in which I was being kept I didn't have to worry about things like how outrageous the prices were. 

"Nikki, you're wearing clothes. I don't think that we can allow that," Maria said to me moments later as she watched the match that was currently in progress.

"Oh, no clothes at all, is that what you're allowing me?" I asked.

"Exactly," Maria said. I glanced at Daniela, knowing what to expect, but giving her the courtesy of giving permission. Daniela just grinned at me.

"It's her house." She shrugged and I sighed. I stood in front of the two girls and then turned away, asking Daniela to undo the zip of my frock. She pulled it down and I shrugged it from my shoulders, allowing it to slip in a gentle cascade to the floor, revealing the fact that all that I was wearing underneath was a black satin bra. 

I turned back to face the two girls and felt their eyes crawl over my skin, taking in the fact that I wore no panties over my smooth, bald pussy.

"Just lovely," Maria said to me, "Now get rid of that too," she added, pointing to the bra. I reached behind myself and released the clasp on my bra before slipping it off and flinging at her, drawing a giggle. "Much better," she then said, tapping the seat beside her, between herself and Daniela, indicating that I should sit. I took a seat on the couch and immediately felt Maria's hands begin caressing my nakedness. Daniela's hand closed over my right breast and I relaxed into the couch, sighing in pleasure as I watched the tennis match and the two girls began playing with me. 

Maria's hand parted my legs and her fingers began sliding back and forth over my pussy, drawing out its moisture and spreading it. She wasn't trying hard at this point as she too was watching the tennis, but she was making sure that she did enough to get me worked up. Daniela was alternating between trying to drive me wild and almost ignoring me. One minute she was sucking hard on my tit and biting at my nipple and the next she was barely touching me. It all worked to steadily build my readiness for more.  

"You know, this place has a massive tub in it, I think we'd all fit," Maria said as the match on the TV came to a close.

"Sounds like fun," Daniela said, rising from the couch to follow Maria. I too stood up and followed them, becoming again conscious of the fact that I was the only one of us that was naked. The tub was indeed enormous and so filling it took quite a while. Whilst we waited, the girls decided to take it in turns kissing me, one standing on either side, turning my head first this way and then that. I felt dwarfed standing between them but enjoyed the fact that they were prepared to lower their heads to kiss me. 

As Daniela kissed me at one moment, Maria knelt before me and her tongue swirled around my belly button before she worked it lower and began licking at my pussy. I spread my legs to accommodate her and she sat down on her heels, her tongue probing lovingly at my wet pussy. 

"I think we can start getting into the tub now," Daniela said, stopping from kissing me. 

"Well I think you two need to get a little naked first," I teased, pulling at their clothes. 

"Of course," Daniela laughed, slipping from her dress. I marveled as I always did at the smooth powerful lines of her lithe frame. Maria also stopped her pleasuring of my pussy so that she could watch Daniela undress. When she was naked, Daniela stepped over the side of the tub into the water that at this point was still only a couple of inches deep. She held out her hand to assist me as I too stepped in, then we both stood in the ankle deep water, waiting to see Maria get naked.

"Ooh, hang on there's some things I need for the bath," Maria giggled and disappeared. Daniela pulled me to her and kissed me passionately. 

"Hmm, there's something I want to try," Daniela said and she sat down in the water and shifted around until the flow of the water from the spout was splashing directly against her pussy. "Oh wow, it's so long since I've done this, its soooo good." I laughed and knelt down beside her, taking her erect nipple in my mouth before kissing her and pulling at it with my fingers instead. Maria returned and we both turned to watch. She was already down to her underwear, a red lace thong and matching bra. Maria dumped a small bag next to the bath and then quickly shed her underwear. We welcomed her into the tub, our hands roving over her body.

"Like the spout do you Dani?" Maria asked. 

"Hell yes, don't you?"

"Of course, filling the tub is the best part of the bath when you're alone," she laughed. We took it in turns at having the spout's cascade drench our pussies with it's warm flow, the other two girls kissing and licking to heighten the pleasure. 

"So what's in the bag of tricks Maria?" I asked later as we were all sitting blissfully submerged in the water, our hands gently teasing one another as we sat and chatted.

"Let me show you," she said, grinning. She opened the bag and began to remove things one by one. First she pulled out a large jelly-like dildo, then a vibrator, a strap on cock, then a thin little thing which she told us was an 'anal wand' then she pulled out a string of beads and finally a large doubled ended dildo and a tube of lube. "Sure seems like you've come prepared for everything," I laughed.

"Well it's more fun if you get to experiment," she grinned. "And don't worry, they're all waterproof too!"

I moved over to where Daniela was laying with her pussy under the spout of water and kissed her, using my fingers to tweak and pull at her nipples. Maria was busy for a moment arranging her various toys, but it wasn't long before she joined us and I felt her fingers slip inside my wet pussy from behind as I knelt next to Daniela.

I pushed back against the fingers that were working around inside me and bit hard on Daniela's tongue, my teeth scraping it as it slid back out of my mouth. Then I moved so that I could thrust my rock hard nipple into her mouth and groaned as she bit down upon it and sucked hard. 

I felt something cold and wet suddenly flow down over my anus and to my pussy and looked over my shoulder to see that Maria had just drizzled lube on me. I also realised that she had donned the strap on cock and she grinned at me as she started to work the head of it into my pussy and fuck me. Daniela moved from under the spout and I found myself on my hands and knees. The water level was up to my mid-thigh and Daniela shut it off as Maria knelt behind me, thrusting her hips back and forth to fill my pussy with the cock.

"I don't know if you realise just how much of a fiend Nikki is for a bit of anal Maria," Daniela said, picking up the anal wand from the side of the bath. Maria paused in her fucking of me to watch as Daniela slid the thin wand into my pussy alongside the cock. When it was nicely lubricated she removed it and then pushed it into my butt. I groaned as I felt it slide nice and deep inside my anus. The handle for the wand was at 90 degrees to the part that was inside me and so Daniela held it nice and deep and Maria rammed the cock back inside me. It felt awesome. Daniela pulled at my nipples and Maria kept sliding the cock in and out over and over again. When Daniela shifted the attention of her fingers from my nipples to my clit, I exploded.

"Oh fuck that's amazing," I said as the other two girls took one another in their arms and began kissing. Maria told Daniela to sit on the side of the bath and spread her legs, then she moved so that she could lick her pussy. As I did constantly, I marveled at the fact that I was watching Maria Sharapova eat Daniela Hantchova's pussy. Not to mention the fact that I got to join in! I moved in alongside Maria and licked my way along the thigh that I knew so well until Maria made room for me to attack Daniela's pussy. As I licked and lapped and sucked at her heavenly pussy, Maria grabbed the vibrator from where she had left it and then slid it into Daniela's pussy as I sat back on my heels. 

I let her do that to Daniela and picked up the jelly-like dildo. It was quite large. I moved so that I was behind Maria and after briefly inserting it into my own pussy, before I worked it into Maria's. She groaned as she took the toy inside her and then, when I had it nice and deep, I lowered my head down and sucked and licked at her butt cheek. I wanted more though and decided that I'd do something new for Maria. I ran my tongue down the crack of her butt until I reached her puckered little anus. I ran my tongue around and around and then flicked it right across her anus. After teasing her for a little I thrust my tongue hard against her anus, hearing her moan as it slipped just inside her tight ring. I kept working the dildo in and out and then used my fingers on her clit at the same time.

It didn't take much of that to bring her to climax and then the two of us turned again to Daniela, the only one yet to achieve the satisfaction that we had all been craving. 

"I want to watch you two on the double ender," Maria said to us as I began to lick at Daniela's pussy whilst she remained perched on the side of the tub.

"Fine by me," I said. Daniela indicated that it was fine by her as well and soon we found ourselves on our hands and knees facing away from each other with one end buried in my pussy and the other in hers. Maria encouraged us and reached down between our butts to grab the toy and make sure that it was moving and getting buried nice and deep. 

"Finger my butt Maria," I begged, feeling her hand pushing against me as she held the toy. I felt her finger slip into my pussy first, around the dildo and then up to my butt. She teased me, tickling at the tight hole, running her finger around and around it without actually penetrating. Then I felt lube run over it again and her finger slid easily inside my butt hole. I heard Daniela cry out as Maria did the same to her so that we both had her fingering our butts as we pushed back and forth against the shared pleasure.

"Use the jelly one in her bum Maria," Daniela said, "Stretch it nice and wide for her, she likes that!" It turned me on so much to hear her talk about it, that I was lucky not to cum right then and there. But I held on to my pleasure without peaking and Maria's finger left my butt. It was only moments though until I felt the head of the dildo that I'd worked her pussy over with pushing at the entrance to my bum. I relaxed and felt it begin to slowly slide inside me, so much bigger than the wand or Maria's finger. 

I pushed back against the invasion in my butt, living the fact that as I pushed against it, the toy in my pussy was thrust deeper as well. Daniela had her head craned around to see me as my thrust similarly pushed the toy into her own pussy. Maria was quite conservative at first, simply pushing the jelly dildo into my arse and then leaving it there, but I told her to fuck me with it, to slide it in and out and she slowly started to do it to me. 

"Oh fuck Maria, harder, faster," I cried out as she started to slide the well lubricated toy in and out of my butt with vigour. My hands were braced against the side of the bath and Daniela moved off of the other end of the double ended toy. It fell from my pussy due to the pace that Maria was ramming the other one into my butt, but Daniela picked it up and slid it back inside me, starting to work my pussy with it just as hard as Maria was working my bum. This continued for several minutes until I simply couldn't take it any more, exploding with an earth shattering orgasm.

We retired to the bed after that and all lay together and watched some crappy movie. No one really minded though because it meant that when one of us distracted one of the other's for a few moments to suck on their breast or caress their butt or something, that they didn't miss anything important.

Daniela's next game was against Virginia Ruano Pascal and once again I didn't get to see her play as I was out on some of the other courts. But happily, she won the match and was to come up against Maria Kirilenko in the next round. And even more excitingly, I was going to get to run the court! Given Maria Kirilenko is gorgeous, I left the hotel that morning with my panties already soaked at the thought of watching both her and my Daniela as they bounced their way around the court.

I certainly wasn't disappointed as I watched the match evolve. I worried at first because Daniela lost the first set badly, but in the end she was winning, which always serves to make me happy and the two of them both looked stunning as they ran around the court. My desire to make my way into the player's changing area after that match was barely containable. But I had no choice. It had been hard enough keeping focused on my job during the game without tempting fate and getting myself sacked.




Nikki and Ana Ivanovic



And even though it wouldn't' have really mattered if they had sacked me ... Daniela would have looked after me, it was a matter of personal pride. Besides, when you cock up too bad, it can show up on the television and Daniela would never have let me live that down, especially as so many of the girls on the circuit recognize me now.

I was happy in the end to have Daniela to myself in the hotel room and I told her just how much I'd enjoyed watching her and Maria Kirilenko.

"I wanted to come in the change rooms and fuck you," I said grinning. 

"Mmm, that would have been nice," she told me, stroking my hair as we sat together on the couch. 

"I wouldn't mind fucking Maria either," I said wistfully as I thought back to peeking up her skirt during the game.

"She is hot, isn't she," Daniela said. She turned to kiss me and soon we were in the bedroom, tangled in each other's arms, doing things to each other, making our juices boil. 

The next match that I worked was a big game. I was very fortunate to get to work one of the quarter final matches between Venus Williams and Ana Ivanovic. I had been watching Ana around the tour for some time. It was why I'd asked Daniela earlier in the tournament if there was any sign that she might be inclined towards the ladies.

I don't like Venus Williams (well when I say don't like, I mean I don't find her attractive) so my attention wasn't divided during the game .. it was focused entirely on Ana. She was wearing the cutest blue outfit, with a skirt that bounced freely as she moved about the court, giving me ample opportunities to admire the way her matching blue sports pants hugged her butt. Between that and the fact that like Daniela, her nipples seemed to be hard as diamonds throughout the game. It must be the friction of their bras or something, but I don't really care what causes it, I am just happy to enjoy the results.

If I had been curious about her sexuality prior to that match, I was determined to find out if there was a chance of getting closer to her after it. 

Both Ana and Daniela won their quarter final matches and that meant that they were to come up against one another in the semis. I was disappointed because I would have like to have seen both of them get through to the final, but I was also excited at the prospect of seeing them both on court at the same time. I didn't get to work the game, but I did manage to have Daniela get me a seat at the game, which was wonderful. 

After the game, which Daniela sadly lost, I managed to meet her in the player's area. She was pretty pissed at having lost, so I quietly tried to console her. I knew that it would mean that she'd need some time to think about what had happened and analyse all the points that she won and lost, just like every other game. I was a little surprised at how upset she seemed though. After all, you don't get as far as she has without learning to cope with the disappointment of a loss.

"I'm sorry Nikki," she said to me after a while. 

"Why? You played your best, you don't need to be sorry to me," I said, smiling at her. 

"No its not just that, there's more to it. I made a bet. I was talking to Ana before the game and I tried to find out if she liked girls or boys. I told her that I had an assistant that thought she was the most beautiful girl in the world and that she'd do anything to sleep with her. 

Any way, in the end I made a bet that that if I won, she would come back to my hotel room so that I could make a present of her for you."

I was speechless. I was stunned that she'd made the bet and yet amazed that she'd gone to the trouble so that she could present me with Ana Ivanovic as a present! I hugged Daniela tight and kissed her.

"But you lost, so I don't get my present."

"No you don't."

"That's ok sweety. I'll live." I laughed.

"Yeah, but I haven't told you what she wanted. She said that if she won, you would have to go to her hotel room and that if she thought you were good looking enough, she might make you a present to her own assistant ... a guy."

"OH,"I said as I realized that it wasn't simply a matter of missing out.

"Yeah," Daniela said, looking at me intently, trying to gauge my reaction.

"Well," there's nothing for it. I know if you'd won I would have taken full advantage, so we'll just have to suck it up and see it out. How long do I have to go there for?"

"For the night," she replied.

We made our way back to the hotel room in relative silence and then showered together before I dressed to go pay the debt. I didn't bother dressing up, just throwing on jeans and a t-shirt. 

Daniela came with me to the hotel, telling me that she couldn't just send me off like a token, not when she loved me so much. I smiled and melted as she hugged me.

Ana answered the door when we knocked and when she opened it, was standing there in a pair of grey track pants and a t-shirt. She towered over me, being of a similar height to Ana, but the casual look did nothing to lessen her beauty.

"Come in," she said, grinning with delight. I stepped nervously past the threshold of the hotel room, followed by Daniela. Ana offered us drinks, which we accepted and introduced us to David, her assistant. 

I looked him up and down, pleased to at least see that he was young and good looking. It would have been horrified had it been some over-weight 50 year old. Instead I was faced with a guy almost as tall as Ana, with dark hair and a chiseled jaw line. I couldn't help but glance at his crotch as I surveyed him, but there was nothing there to indicate one way or another what to expect.

"I've been thinking Daniela," Ana said to us after we'd chatted nervously for a few moments. 

"Oh yes?" Daniela asked. 

"Yeah, you see if you'd won the bet, you would have made a gift of me to Nikki here. So I don't think its quite fair that given that I've won, I make a gift of your assistant to mine. I think true compensation would be that I make a gift of you to my assistant instead." My heart fluttered at the words. Maybe I was going to get off the hook.

"Well, you know a bet is a bet and those were the terms that were agreed at the time, but I can see the logic in your thinking," Daniela said, eyeing David up and down. "I think that it's fair. Make me the gift then."

I smiled at Daniela, appreciative of the fact that she was prepared to do this for me, even if it was realistically what she probably should have done in the first place.

"Right then, we'll leave you two to the bedroom then," Ana said and David stood up and offered his hand to Daniela. She took it and stood to be lead away, leaving me alone with Ana.

Time passed and we had another drink as we chatted and waited for the other two to emerge from the bedroom.

"So you really are a lesbian then?" Ana asked me.

"Yes, I am," I replied, smiling, pleased that she had been the one to bring it up.

"So have you ever had sex with a boy?"

"Oh yes, just not for quite some time. 

"And what do you think of the fact that my David is in there screwing your Daniela?"

"Hmm, well I know she's probably enjoying it, so that's ok. It's not like he's going to replace me."

"Wow," Ana said, then added, giggling," I was kind of hoping at least for a bit of jealousy."

I smiled at her. "Let's just say that we haven't moved to a point of being completely exclusive in the sex department. We still choose to involve others at times. You've never been with another girl then?" Ana shook her head.

"Not even a kiss?"

"Nope, not even."

"Want to give it a try? I asked, hopefully."

"No thank you," she replied. 

"So are you as tempted as I am to peek on them?" I asked her.

"I don't know, how tempted are you?" she asked me.

"Very," I laughed.

"Then let's go watch," she said, standing up and walking purposefully toward the bedroom.

She turned the handle on the door and went in as I scrambled somewhat to keep up with the long strides of her gorgeously long legs.

As I entered, Daniela was on her hands and knees and David was kneeling behind her, hands on her hips as he thrust his cock in and out of her pussy. I salivated at the sight of her tiny breasts hanging slightly from her chest. They had both stopped at the intrusion, but Ana told them not to mind us and to simply continue. David immediately resumed thrusting his stiff cock into Daniela's pussy. They were both looking at me. I glanced from one to the other. David appeared somewhat smug, like he was saying, "Look what I'm doing to your girlfriend," whereas Daniela appeared somewhat wistful, like she was wishing that I was participating.

As Ana stood watching, I walked over to stand at the edge of the bed and then knelt down so that I was closer to Daniela's face. I brushed her cheek with my hand and then drew her lips to mine, my hand reaching to stroke her naked breast as David thrust in and out of her from behind. 

I glanced up and there was a look of pure, unadulterated lust on David's face as he watched me kiss the girl he was fucking.

"Fuck that's awesome," he said in response. I ignored him and simply kept kissing Daniela, occasionally glancing at Ana, trying to gauge if there was any sort of interest there at all. She was certainly paying attention, but seemed to be watching the cock end of things more so that the kissing end. 

Clearly seeing us kissing and me fondling Daniela was too much for David though and he thrust deep with his condom-covered cock as he orgasmed. Daniela slid off of his cock and slowly rolled from the bed. I stood up as well and ran my hands over her nakedness as we both eyed Ana. Her gaze moved from David's cock to us as I gently teased at first Daniela's nipples and then shifted a hand to her bald pussy, my fingers gently working away at her engorged clit. I stood beside her and slipped my right hand up between her legs from behind her, sliding my fingers into her wet pussy as my left hand teased at her clit, both Daniela and I staring at Ana.

She watched us, her eyes no longer moving away. Her face was a little flushed and she seemed to be having trouble finding something to do with her hands.

"I think she likes to watch," I said to Daniela just loud enough for Ana to hear before I sucked on her nipple. Daniela moaned, letting me know just how close to cumming she was. I was watching Ana's chest and it was heaving as her breathing quickened and started to come in short gasps. Daniela's breathing was matching hers and I worked my fingers determinedly on her clit until she exploded with an orgasm. 

Daniela gathered her clothes and dressed again and Ana escorted us to the door. I would have liked to have stayed and explored the possibilities a little further, but Daniela was ready to leave, so I accompanied her. At the door, Ana stopped to give us both a kiss on the cheek and when she did so to me, having to bend down, I placed a hand on her hip, allowing it to rest there long enough to give a gentle caress and then my fingers trailed away as she stepped back, a curious look in her eye.

Daniela managed to get us both tickets to the final game of the tournament and we watched with interest as Maria Sharapova and Ana battled it out. Personally, I sat there with my panties getting wetter and wetter, wishing that I was able to hold Daniela's hand, or better still, put my hand between her legs. But public life can be so limiting some times. 

In the end, Maria prevailed and we applauded raucously. Daniela seemed more excited than I would have considered usual for her but I wasn't' to understand until later. Daniela managed to get us back into the player's area and eventually, Maria and Ana arrived from the media frenzy and autograph hunters. Daniela congratulated Maria and offered her commiserations to Ana. I simply gave Maria a quick smile, knowing that I would get a better chance to congratulate her at some other time.

Daniela spoke to Ana for a few moments and then returned to me. I waved to Ana, smiling and she gave me a small smile in return. There was something odd about her expression, but I couldn't work out what it was. We had to leave and I didn't really think anything more of it.

Daniela and I spent another couple of days in Melbourne and the night before we were leaving, she insisted that we just order room service and stay in. We were in the process of deciding what to get when someone knocked on the door. It turned out to be Maria. We all happily greeted each other and Maria decided to stay and have dinner with us, which excited me, because I knew that there was a possibility that she might just become dessert!

We ate dinner together, and fooled around a little, feeding each other, teasing, making each other do silly things like eat a French fry from our cleavage, or a bean from an inner thigh. It steadily built the heat in the room and I knew that it meant that I was likely to get to eat Maria again that night. 

We had just finished dinner and were looking to send down for dessert (which we hadn't initially planned) because there was a sudden desire for fruit and cream to be added to our play when the door was again knocked upon. 

I ran over to it and peeped through the little viewer. Standing outside was none other than Ana Ivanovic! I quickly opened it and she smiled at me, stepping through the doorway when I stood aside to allow her in. She was on her own and I peeked out into the hall, looking both ways, surprised that she was unaccompanied.

"Hey Ana," Daniela said.

"Welcome Ana, I'm glad to see you," Maria replied. 

Ana stood nervously inside the doorway, having stopped only a couple of steps into the room.

"We were just going to order some dessert, would you like to join us?" I asked as I moved back to where the other two girls were sitting. She was watching me with that odd look in her eye again and I started to wonder if there was something going on that I didn't know about. I wasn't going to wait for someone to decide they should explain it.

"Ok, what gives?" I asked, eyeing Maria and Daniela. 

"Ana lost a bet," Maria replied, grinning. I raised one eyebrow at her, indicating that I needed more information, though my heart had suddenly started racing and butterflies set up an energetic dance in my tummy.

"Oh, what bet would that have been?" I asked, looking to Ana.

"That I would beat her in the final," Ana said. 

"And given you're lost, and you're here ... what was the penalty?" I asked, this time of Maria.

"That I could make a gift of her," Maria told me, smiling. "Daniela told me about her bet with Ana for the semi and I liked the idea so much that I decided I might see if she were up for the same thing."

"Wow," I said. Maria laughed and clapped her hands together like a little girl. 

"I know, and you haven't even heard the best part yet," Maria said.

"Tell me," I replied, conscious of how tight my nipples suddenly were, my thighs pressed firmly together, not even daring to breathe.

"I'm giving her to you," Maria said. 

"Really?" I asked, knowing as it left my lips that it was a silly thing to say.

Ana blushed. "yes," Maria said, "Daniela told me just how much you would like this so I bet that if I won I could give Ana to you ... and watch."

I grinned. "Well ... thank you!" I said to Maria, going over and hugging her, kissing her deeply in thanks. Daniela was grinning at my happiness and so I hugged and kissed her as well. Ana seemed to be in something of a state of shock. I went to her and took her hand, leading her back to sit on the couch with me. She came with me and sat next to me and I didn't let her hand go, holding it gently, enjoying the nervous heat that radiated from it into my palm.

"So, did you want a little time first? Perhaps dessert?" I asked Ana as the other two girls sat watching us.

"I ... I think I would like that," she said, clearly more nervous than she'd been at the start of the final of the Australian Open. 

We ordered dessert and sat around chatting, turning the tv on, not mentioning what was to come. Slowly Ana relaxed and I tried desperately not to touch her like I wanted to, instead limiting our contact to a little hand holding and the occasional brush of my fingers against her thigh or hip. 

Dessert arrived and we ate it demurely, not at all like we would have done had Ana not joined us. It had been my intent to eat mine of the breasts and pussies of the other two girls. But it was time to start prepping Ana for what was to come, so I fed her the occasional piece of fruit, dipping a strawberry in cream, popping it into her mouth. 

The third time I put a piece into her mouth, I deliberately ensured that some cream smeared from the corner of her mouth. She reached up with her finger to wipe it off, but I stilled her with a gentle hand on her wrist. Then I ran my finger quickly through the cream and continued along her bottom lip. She was watching me intently. My heart was going a thousand beats a second. I slid my finger into her mouth and scraped it back along her bottom teeth. Her lips closed over my finger and sucked gently as I withdrew it. 

I had to clench my thighs together in response. I picked up another strawberry and added a generous amount of cream. This time when the cream smeared, she made no attempt to fix it herself. I leaned across, leveraging myself up a bit to be at the right height, and licked the cream across her lip until my tongue slid between her lips.

I leaned in the little bit further that was required and felt her beautiful soft lips brush against mine as my tongue began exploring her mouth. I knew things were right when I felt her tongue respond to mine and begin to twirl and probe in its own right. 

I placed a hand on her waist and then quickly moved so that I was straddling her legs, sitting on them and kissing her, one hand in her hair, the other on her waist. 

We kissed for long moments before I finally gave Ana a chance to breathe again and take in what had happened.

"Wow," she said to me, smiling, "You really know how to kiss!" I beamed from the compliment.

"Oh I know a lot more than that," I said, lauging as I stood up. Then I offered her my hand and invited her to stand up.

She did so and I marveled again at how I seemed to pick giants to fall in lust with. Ana was wearing a simple blue summer frock and I reached out and placed my hands on her waist, pulling her close enough to kiss her again before taking her hand and leading her to the bedroom. Maria and Daniela were locked in a kiss, but quickly forgot that and took up a position beside the bed where they'd be able to watch.

I had Ana stand at the foot of the bed and then turned her around, my hands sliding over the fabric of her dress, touching her stomach, her waist, her back, but avoiding any of her erotic zones just for now. When she was facing away from me, I unzipped the back of the frock, exposing the gorgeously toned skin of her back. I turned her to face me again, the dress poised precariously on her shoulders now that the restraints had been released. 

My hands rested on her waist and then I slid them up towards her small breasts. My fingers brushed her ribs, my thumbs caressed under the breast and then I placed my hands completely over her breasts, feeling the heave of her chest as she stared down at my fingers gently caressing them.

I smiled at her and then shifted my hands to slip the dress from her shoulders so that it fell to the ground, pooling at her feet. I stared, mesmerized by the utter beauty of her athletically toned body. She stood there in a black satin bra and matching boy leg panties. My fingers reached out and began tracing along the lines of her underwear, across the top of her waistband, down the curve of the bra cup. Ana gave a little shudder at the contact and she was biting her bottom lip slightly.




Nikki and Ana Ivanovic



I slid down the shorts that I was wearing and quickly slipped my t-shirt over my head, daring to believe that this was actually going to happen. I then stepped in close to Ana so that my bra clad breasts pressed against her, just below her own due to the difference in our heights. I looked up to her and was delighted when she willingly bent her head to kiss me. Her tongue was more determined this time and my hands moved over her back, quickly up to her bra clasp to release it. I kept kissing her as I pulled it down from her shoulders to expose her, then stepped back to admire what I had revealed. 

Ana's breasts were a lovely size, firm and perched beautifully on her chest, her nipples erect from excitement. Her eyes sparkled when I finally tore my gaze from the rest of her body and I smiled at her. I pushed her gently back to the bed and she lay down, shuffling back until her long form was resting completely on the bed. 

I removed my own bra and then slipped my panties down, Ana watching me, as were Maria and Daniela, standing quietly to one side. Ana had eyes only for me though as I climbed onto the foot of the bed, my hand gently caressing her legs. I crawled over her, desperate to just rip her panties off and plunge my tongue inside her, but also wanting to make her first experience with another woman memorable for all the right reasons.

My fingers traced up her legs and across the fabric of her panties, brushing across her mound, but not going too close to her pussy, just close enough to tease her. Ana gasped slightly as my fingers passed over her mound and then her taut stomach. I traced her lower ribs, and then ran my fingers around the curve of her breast. As I moved closer to her, I straddled her waist and lowered my breasts, so that my nipples grazed across her skin, my mouth closing over hers to kiss her again.

I felt her hands on my waist and plunged my tongue firmly into her mouth to duel with her own as I allowed my weight to descend upon her, our breasts mashing together.

After minutes of kissing and my hands continuing to touch her, it was time to advance things. I kissed at her neck, nuzzling, travelling down across her collar bone, then back down over her chest. My right hand closed over her left breast and squeezed as my tongue licked and flicked at her left nipple before I sucked it into my mouth.

I heard Ana gasp and moan as my tongue caressed and rubbed at her stiff nipple as I played with it in my mouth. I toyed with it for awhile before deciding that I needed to do the same to the other. I moved my way across her chest to her left breast and licked at her nipple, flicking it with my tongue, swirling it around her areole and then sucking hard upon it. 

Then I started my slow progress down her incredibly flat stomach, licking and nibbling at her skin as I went. I reached the waist line of her panties finally and planted a kiss on her mound before running my tongue across the fabric, right down over her pussy. I could smell her intoxicating scent and feel just how damp the crotch was with my tongue. I pushed and probed a little and smiled to myself when I felt her push back at me, urging greater pressure against her most private of places. 

My fingers slipped beneath the hem of her panties and I started to slide them down. I moved so that Ana could move her legs together and after she lifted her bum off of the bed to accommodate the movement, I slid them slowly from her legs. My eyes were glued to the nice, slow revelation of her pussy. She had a neatly cropped strip of hair on her mound that disappeared down between her legs.

I pulled her panties all the way from her legs and then, discarding them gently applied pressure with my hands to separate them. I grinned up at Ana after I had taken the beauty of her pussy in. Once again I kissed my way back up her legs, though this time, I took little time with the lower half, desperate to reach my goal. 

I was back on the bed now and between her legs and I took a few minutes to gently explore Ana's pussy, running my finger down her slit, caressing the shortly cropped hair that remained on her lips. I parted her lips just enough to glimpse her clit, already ready for attention. 

I couldn't wait any longer though and lowered my head so that I could run my tongue up and down each side of he pussy. Then, finally, I slipped my tongue along her slit and tasted her. She was delightful and I heard a little whimper escape her lips as her hips bucked slightly as my tongue pushed between her lips. I slid it deep inside, wanting all of her, before moving up slightly to brush ever so lightly against her clitoris. 

To the side I saw Daniela and Maria, standing together, hands tangled in each other's clothing as they watched us and entertained each other. Daniela saw me glance her way and winked with a wicked grin as I returned to the pussy before me. 

I paid gentle and loving attention to Ana's pussy as I explored what she liked and what got her really going. I slipped two fingers inside her pussy and pushed them deep inside, curling them to stimulate her as I moved them back and forth, my tongue still working on her clit. 

I kept this up, building her closer and closer to an orgasm and when I sensed she was nearly there, stopped. She groaned as she realized that I had stopped pleasuring her. She looked at me curiously. 

I shifted on the bed and scissored my legs with hers so that I could grind my sopping wet pussy against her own. I reached out and took her hand and used that link to pull us close together, our sexes joined. I felt Ana grinding back and grinned at her, enjoying the fact that she was now actively participating more and more. 

Part of me wanted to cum and I started playing with my clit. Ana copied me and so our pussies were grinding together as we masturbated as well, but then I decided that I really wanted to be licking her when she did finally cum. I parted from her, Ana clearly disappointed again that she wasn't getting to finish off her pleasure.

I asked her to roll over onto her stomach and to stick her arse in the air. She looked at me a little quizzically, but complied. I moved behind her and thrust two fingers into her hole, sliding them rapidly in and out as my other hand started to work on her clit. Ana was getting really close to cumming now and I decided that there was one last thing I needed to do before it happened. I lowered my face down, close to her butt, and snaked my tongue out and licked around her anus. She squealed and flinched, but I did it a second time, this time finishing with my tongue flicking right across her butt hole. She didn't flinch so much the second time. 

But that was me having a bit of fun and I really wanted to finish her off, so I rolled her back over to her back and then dived in between her legs. I assaulted her clit with my tongue and could tell that Ana was glad to have the chance of relief. 

She exploded, juices running freely from her pussy as she orgasmed. I crawled up alongside her and kissed her, ensuring that she tasted the pleasure of her pussy on my tongue. 

"Wow, that was incredible," she said to me, smiling, her face flushed and her hair plastered across her face, sweaty from her enjoyment. 

"I'm glad you liked it," I replied, giving her a final kiss. I would have liked to have had her eat me, but she was so stunned by what I'd done to her that I don't think she even thought about the fact that maybe she could do something for me. Or perhaps she just wasn't ready to commit to that.

Regardless, we dressed and said our goodbyes, sending her on her way. Daniela and Maria more than made up for it later. 

That was the last of Ana I saw in Melbourne, but I am happy to report that we have indeed seen each other since. But perhaps that's for another time.



Nikki and Daniela Hantuchova



"Hello?" I answered my phone. 

"Hello, is that Nikki?" asked an accented voice on the other end of the phone.

"Yes it is," I said, my heart skipping a beat. I didn't know many people with accents and if this was who I thought ... well, then, wow!

"I don't know if you remember me Nikki, but I am Daniela." The words confirmed my suspicions and I was sure that she would hear my heart thumping through the telephone. Daniela Hantuchova was calling me!

"Oh my God, you are the last person I expected to call!" I said.

"Yes, well I can understand that, but believe it or not, I've thought about you often. And then I was talking with Maria the other day and your name came up and I haven't been able to get you out of my mind since."

"Wow, I thought that you were going to put me on your staff and have me tour the world with you ... but I wasn't surprised when you didn't. Aren't you in the middle of Wimbledon? I watched you play on telly the other night."

"God I'm sorry about that, it seemed so easy at the time and then everything happened quickly and we left Australia. I should never have told you that I would do it because I should have known that it wouldn't work out. But, now I am indeed at Wimbledon and that's where I'm calling from and I don't want you to watch me on the TV, I want you to watch me live."

"Ha, well I'd love to but there's this little bit of ocean in between us at the moment."

"That's why they have aeroplanes. Would you come and be my guest at my next game. Its in 2 days, you'd have to leave this afternoon to get there. Say yes, pack a bag and someone will be at your door with the ticket in half an hour."

"Holy crap, are you serious?"

"Yes I am serious. I want to look up into the stands and see your wonderful smile and then after my game, I want to see all of you again and I want to make up for not taking you with me last time."

"Wow, I can't get my head around this ... like you really want to fly me to London?"

"Yes, little Nikki, I want to fly you to London, have dinner with you, entertain you ... I want you Nikki."

"I must be dreaming surely ..."

"No my sweet, this is not a dream. And I can tell you that its really me, because you are one of only two people other than me that know that my fist fits in your pussy! Please say yes Nikki."

"Yes!" I exclaimed then squealed. "Oh my god, what do I pack, I need to think about this."

"Nikki."

"Yes?" I said, brought back to the conversation as my mind began to tumble in all directions.

"Pack enough clothes to get to London. After that, I'm going to buy you everything you'll need."

"No, that's too much Daniela, I can't accept that."

"Nikki, I have lots of money, I want to do this for you ... I left it too long to call and I want to spoil you ... you can spoil me in your own special way later."

"Well, ok then. Tell me though, how have you been?"

"I've been great, winning lots of games, though no tournaments yet, but that will come ..."

"And romantically?" I asked, wanting to know where I stood before getting on a plane to go see her.

"Nothing sweetie. I've had a couple of encounters, a bit of fun with Maria on tour, but nothing with any connection other than a need to satisfy an itch. And no one satisfies that itch like you Nikki."

The conversation drifted off to small talk as we caught up with what had been going on in our lives since the Australian Open where I'd met her when I worked as a ball girl.

"Hang on, someone's at the door," I told Daniela, walking to the front of the house to see who it was. I opened the door to find a courier standing there. He saw that I was on the phone and smiled, handing me an envelope and asking me to sign for delivery.

I did so and he turned and left. I opened the envelope and squealed into the phone. Inside was a ticket to London! Daniela was laughing on the other end of the line.

"I wanted to only get you a ticket here, but they told me you might have problems with customs if I didn't get you one going home as well," she laughed. 

"Oh my god Dani, my pussy is wet just looking at the ticket!" I told her, not even registering her comment about one way versus return flights. "Oh my god, this plane leaves in like 2 hours! I have to go Dani, I'll call you when I can!"

"I can't wait to see you Nikki, I'm going to make you cum so hard! Ciao Bella!"

I quickly rang a friend to arrange for her to look after my cat, telling her that something had come up and I'd be out of the country for a while, throwing clothes into my bag as I talked. She was concerned that something was wrong, but I assured her that everything was wonderful and told her if she wanted to escape her parents, she could sit my apartment for me. I rang my boss and told him I needed emergency leave. He said ok, but wasn't very happy with the lack of notice ... I just hoped I'd have a job to come back to when I returned. 

I looked at my bag and realised that I'd managed to throw all my best underwear in and only one t-shirt and a pair of comfy track pants. London, god, what should I wear? I threw a skirt and pair of jeans in and then a long sleeved top and thought, "Stuff it, I'll take her at her word and she can buy me what I need."

Giggling to myself, I called a taxi and then went outside to wait.

At the airport I bought a book to read on the plane, realising that I had a long trip ahead of me and then only 3 hours after my phone had rung, I was sitting on a plane to London, still not having managed to wipe the smile from my face. 

As I boarded the plane, I was surprised when the stewardess directed me to a business class seat! I'd not even looked at the ticket that closely. Wow, talk about luxury! I settled in to watch a movie as we cruised through the skies towards my great adventure as I was beginning to think of it.

The little map that they showed on the plane to tell you how far it was to go seemed to tick over so very slowly and I hadn't even reached Singapore the first leg of my journey yet!

It was late at night with most of the plane asleep that I started to really focus on what I was doing. At first there was fear and trepidation ... I'd just jumped on a plane to cross the world because a tennis star who I'd once had some fun with had sent me a ticket and asked me! How mad was that? Then I thought about that fun that we'd had, about how I'd spied Daniela and Maria Sharapova getting intimate after a game of tennis and then been sprung. The memory of their naked bodies stirred my loins as did the memory of the fact that their intimate twosome had become a dirty threesome that included me! I pulled the blanket over me and allowed my hand to slip inside the track pants that I was wearing.

It slid over my bald mound and my fingers began to tease between my lips, slowly drawing forth the moisture that accompanied my pleasure. My finger grazed over my clit and I smiled to myself, thinking about the fact that sometime in the next 24 hours, I was going to have one of the stars of world tennis teasing this bit of my anatomy for me. 

I closed my eyes and day-dreamed in the darked cabin of the plane, my fingers working slowly but persistently on my clit, tweaking it and rubbing it as I worked towards a climax. 

I had to bite my lip as I got closer, desperate to keep silent and yet determined at the same time to cum whilst on the plane, just to give myself something to tell Daniela about my excitement if nothing else!

With a final rub, I made it and felt my legs shudder and shake as I quietly exploded beneath my blanket. When I opened my eyes, I was surprised to see one of the stewardesses watching me. She was petite and slim and I'd been watching her earlier in the flight as she'd worked the cabin. She gave me an embarrassed little smile and turned away, breaking the connection between our gazes. 

Later in the flight as she was clearing things away, she stopped at my seat. "I hope you don't mind me saying, Miss Hall, but it was beautiful to watch you earlier."

I felt a blush rise in my face, both embarrassed that I'd been sprung but also pleased that she'd mentioned it to me. She wouldn't have done so if all it was going to be was another story to relate to the rest of the crew.

"Thank you," I said quietly.

"I only wish I could have helped you," she replied quietly, about to move away. 

"I think I'd have enjoyed that," I replied smiling as she turned. Her breath seemed to catch in her throat and she stopped a little suddenly as she realised that she'd been heard. 

"I'm sorry," she said, "I didn't actually mean to say that aloud, I mean, its against the rules and all. I'd appreciate it if you don't say anything."

"It's ok," I told her, smiling slightly, "I'm flattered. And as it happens, the thought of being intimate with you is highly arousing." The relief was clearly evident upon her face. I glanced down at her breast. The name tag said Lucy and the shape of her breast beneath her uniform was delightful, much fuller than my own. I almost salivated at the thought of undoing her buttons.

"Are you stopping long in Singapore?" she asked me.

"No, I have a connecting flight to London. I will only be there for an hour or two.

"Ahh, I was going to offer to show you the sights, such a pity. Unless you'd like a very personal tour of Changi Airport?" 

"Is there somewhere that you can take a personal tour?" I asked curiously.

"There's rooms available. I could get hold of one and join the crew in town later."

"Let me think about it," I told her, squeezing my legs together at the thought of stripping her uniform off of her. I watched her butt as she moved away. She was gorgeous and the thought of an encounter with her was very alluring.

I spent the next half an hour wondering about what I would do. Should I be doing this? I mean, Daniela was paying for me to fly over to London to be with her, should I then have sex with some hostie half way there? It felt a bit like cheating. But then I considered that I hadn't heard from Daniela since the Australian open. What did I expect once Wimbledon was over? As if she'd pay for me to fly around the world with her as her girlfriend.

I pushed the button to call for attendance. Lucy came down the aisle, possibly a little quicker than she seemed to move at other times. I glance across to see if anyone was looking. There were a number of guys that followed her down the aisle with their eyes. After all, who wouldn't look at this hot chick.

"Yes Miss Hall?" she said a little breathily as she reached my seat. I indicated for her to lean a little closer. 

"I'd be delighted to take up your offer of a tour, I whispered to her. My hand was between her thigh and the armrest. I rubbed it against her briefly, my nipples hardening, wishing I could part her blouse and see her cleavage.

"Wonderful," she said quietly. "Can I get you anything else?"

"I'd love a vodka and lemonade," I told her. For the last hour of the flight I was well attended to. Just before the seatbelt signs were turned on for landing, I made my way to the toilet. As I came out again, Lucy was standing by the bulkhead. I had to move past her. She faced and as I did so, thrust her breasts against me so that mine moved across hers. I was so ready to meet up with her! As she carried out the final check on the cabin before landing, she handed me a slip of paper. There were directions upon it, obviously being to where we were to meet up. I smiled at her and blew her a kiss as she moved away.

Off the plane, I asked for assistance to locate the place that had been identified on the piece of paper that Lucy had given me. Eventually I found it and was delighted to find Lucy waiting for me there. She held out a hand to me as I approached her and then took mine in hers, leading me inside. 

I found us in a little room with a bed and an attached shower and toilet. I hadn't even had a chance to say hello when Lucy turned to me and enveloped me in an embrace, her mouth seeking out mine to kiss me. I returned the kiss with the same passion that she gave it, melting into her as her hands began to caress my back and buttocks. 

"You have no idea how relieved I was when I let that slip and you took it this way," she said to me when she broke the kiss. Obviously she was referring to her comment on the plane. "I was sure that I'd just screwed my career just as it was getting going."

"Well, you're very lucky then," I laughed. "I'd been watching your butt up and down that aisle all day, not to mention the way that your blouse hugged your tits. 

"And I have been watching you since you got on the plane Nikki, you are simply stunning. 

"Ha, look who's talking," I said, stepping back to cast my eyes over her again.

"Would you like to freshen up?" she asked me, indicating the shower.

"Only if you're prepared to wash me," I smiled at her. 

"Try and stop me," Lucy replied. She began to remove her uniform, undoing her pants and slipping them to the floor. I sat on the bed and watched. Lucy raised an eyebrow at me. 

"Oh don't worry, I'll join you, first I want to watch you undress though."

"I can live with that." She was wearing black panties that hugged her bum wonderfully and I complimented her on the shape and tone of both that and her legs. Then she turned to me as she undid the buttons on her blouse. My eyes were glued to the parting fabric as she revealed a bra that matched her panties. I wanted to reach out and hold her magnificent orbs as they were thrust towards me in the movement of her reaching behind herself to release the bra clasp.

I licked my lips as she let it fall away, revealing two delightfully shaped breasts with erect, dusty pink nipples with large aureole. 

"Now they are perfect!" I said and Lucy blushed. Then she slid her panties down her thighs to reveal a neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair above apparently bald pussy lips. "I think I'm hungry," I said to Lucy, grinning.

"Your turn," she said to me. I stood up and pulled my t-shirt over my head revealing a pink cotton bra. Then I slid my track pants down my legs and was standing before her in the bra and a pair of white cotton panties. "Not exactly glamorous," I said, laughing, "But then I wasn't expecting this when I dressed."

"Oh that's fine Nikki, you look very cute, but I want to see what's under it all too!" I removed my bra to reveal my tiny breasts and then slid my panties down, standing before her naked. 

"Wow, you are wonderful Nikki," Lucy said before taking me in another embrace, her naked breasts now crushed against my own. Then she led me to the shower, which she turned on and adjusted before stepping under the spray of the water. I followed her into the alcove, letting the warm water cascade over me, washing away the weariness of the travel. 

Lucy's hands were quickly on my body, stroking and caressing me. She had soap in her hands and was soon kneading the tired muscles of my back. I leaned against the wall of the shower and she treated me to a delightful rub down. When her hands reached my buttocks, they paid extra attention, kneading and squeezing. One hand slid between my cheeks, down across my anus to where she rubbed against my bald pussy lips. I shifted my legs apart to give her greater access and groaned. 

Lucy slid two fingers inside my wet pussy and wiggled them around before withdrawing them and telling me to turn around. I happily did so and she started the process of washing down my front, playing with my nipples and breasts and then slowly working lower and lower until she was rubbing soap into my mound and then my pussy lips.

Standing up, Lucy removed the shower head from its holder and knelt down before my pussy. She used the fingers of one hand to spread my lips (again I shifted my legs apart) and then directed the stream of the water directly at my clit. I squealed at the contact and squirmed as the water massaged and washed over me.

Lucy sat back upon her heels with her knees spread apart before her and put the shower nozzle on the floor beneath her pussy so that it aimed up and washed against herself. Then she brought her tongue into contact with my pussy. I melted into her mouth as she delicately licked along first one lip, then the other and then finally along my wet slit. She probed and pushed with her tongue, working it in and out of me before focussing upon my clit where she ran it around and around and back and forth.

I moaned passionately as I felt myself building towards an orgasm, my hands playing across my breasts and pulling at my nipples. I looked down to see Lucy looking up at me and I smiled at her as I shuddered with a particularly intense contact between her tongue and my clit. She just seemed to redouble her efforts and suddenly I was cumming. My legs shook and my knees quivered as my insides exploded with my orgasm. 

Lucy gently licked at the results of my pleasure before standing up and replacing the shower nozzle in the holder. 

I pulled her to me and kissed her deeply, my hands seeking and finding her breasts. I squeezed them and played with them before bending my head to her nipple and taking it inside my mouth. I drew it deep inside and flicked the tip with my tongue, eliciting a pleasured moan from Lucy. 

I shifted one hand to her pussy and slipped a finger inside, moving it back and forth as I played her nipple across my tongue. 

"Let's get on the bed Nikki," Lucy said to me as I started to kiss my way further down her body.

"Fine by me," I answered eagerly. Lucy shut off the water and stepped out, picking up a towel and then handing me one as I followed her. We quickly towelled off, not too concerned about being completely dry and the Lucy grabbed me and threw me to the bed. I rolled off, laughing before she could jump upon me, then climbed on top of her instead. I pushed her back down on the bed and lay atop her, kissing her, feeling her nakedness against mine. 

Then I started to make my way down her body again, my tongue and lips trailing kisses and licks and my teeth the occasional teasing bite as I did so. Finally I pushed her legs far apart and took some time to examine her pussy. Her lips were devoid of hair, with a nice neat patch of cropped brown hair above. Her lips were inflamed with her desire, puffy and pink and I ran a finger across them, spreading them slightly to see the pale pink wetness that lay between. Then I slid my tongue between them and up towards her clitoris which I sucked on very briefly. 

Lucy moaned and I licked at her again, using my tongue to tease more of her pleasure fluid from her vagina. I pushed her legs upwards, towards her chest, lifting her butt from the bed. I ran my tongue from her clit, down her slit and then around her cute puckered little hole.

"What are you doing?" she asked me, tentative surprise in her voice.

"Relax, just enjoy it and go with it," I told her, flicking my tongue quickly back and forth in the entrance to her anus, then pushing slightly before licking all around it again. As I did so I used a thumb to begin to rub at her clit and Lucy moaned with pleasure. I continued to pleasure her, using my tongue on both her anus and between her pussy lips as my thumb rubbed expertly across her clit. Soon she began shaking and flinching, clearly approaching the point of her orgasm.

I kept going, not relenting until she squealed and came, her body shuddering with the pinnacle of her pleasure. As she came back to earth, I crawled up alongside her and kissed her, my face covered with the results of her pleasure. Lucy passionately kissed me back and thanked me for my efforts.

We spent a good quarter of an hour laying naked together, talking and getting to know each other whilst our hands gently explored each other's bodies. 

"What's taking you to London Nikki?" she asked me. 





Nikki and Daniela Hantuchova



"Someone is flying me to Wimbledon," I said, laughing at the look of shock on her face and how it sounded.

"Someone's flying you there? Isn't it nearing the end of the tournament?"

"Yeah, but this person obviously wants me there bad, I can scarcely believe it."

"And can I ask who that someone is?" Lucy probed. 

"I'm not sure, I think I'd better keep it to myself for now."

"Fair enough. Wow, how lucky, like a fairy tale," Lucy said wistfully.

"This is a fairy tale," I told her, "Getting picked up off the plane by a hot lesbian hostie and fucked in an airport hotel."

"Maybe a twisted one," laughed Lucy, rolling on top of me and kissing me. I put my hands on her butt cheeks and pulled, letting her know that I wanted her to move. She straddled my hips and dangled her breasts in my mouth and I sucked on her hard nipples, delighting in the play of them across my tongue. Lucy moaned and ground herself against me. I could feel her pussy sliding on my bald mound.

"I'm going to rub my pussy on yours now Nikki," Lucy told me, pulling her breasts away from my hungry mouth. She moved down the bed and lay opposite me, lifting my leg and sliding beneath it. She kept moving until I had her calf resting on my breast and mine on hers, our pussies touching each other, our wet lips mingled and smeared against one another. 

Lucy rocked rhythmically and I matched her, revelling in the feeling of our intimate parts pleasuring each other. I slipped a hand down to my clitoris and started to finger it, noting that Lucy was doing the same. We ground against each other and touched ourselves until we each came again, our juices mingling together as we shuddered and convulsed, pleasure sending spasms through our bodies. 

"Fuck that was good," I told her. 

"I know." We had to get out of bed after that and showered together again, kissing as the water cleaned away the mess of our pleasure, our wet bodies sliding beautifully against one another and threatening to make us attempt yet another bout of love-making. But the first call for my plane to board put an abrupt end to those thoughts and I threw my clothes back on.

"Goodbye gorgeous," Lucy said to me, as I waited in line to board the plane only minutes later. She handed me a piece of paper. "If you're ever in Sydney, feel free to give me a call."

I hurriedly dug a pen out of my hand luggage and took her hand. I wrote my number down. "In case you come through Adelaide some day," I told her. She smiled at me and I half wished I could stay here. But thoughts of my destination kept me moving in the line. As I walked up the aerobridge to the plane, I glanced back before turning the corner. Lucy was watching, smiling and waving. I waved back and got onto the plane.

Off I went, resuming my journey to Wimbledon and Daniela Hantuchova. I slept for most of the journey, figuring that I would get little time to rest at the other end, especially as Daniela would be playing the day I arrived.

As the plane began its descent to Heathrow, butterflies began dancing in my tummy. It was hard to believe that I was here. Just 26 hours ago, I'd been sitting at home planning on what to wear to work the next day and now I was about to land in London. How surreal. 

As I disembarked and made my way from the plane, I spotted a guy holding a sign with my name on it. I went over to him.

"Hello, Miss Hall is it? I'm here to take you to London. Let's collect your luggage, shall we?" I lapped up his accent and grinned at him.

"What's the weather like outside?" I asked him. 

"Beautiful Miss Hall, a lovely day to be in London."

"Hot? Like for shorts and a T-shirt?" I asked him. I noticed him glance up and down my body and take in the comfortable clothes that I had worn on the plane.

"Most certainly Miss."

"Excellent, then give me a couple of minutes before we get that luggage. I headed over to the toilets and grabbed a stall. I shed my comfy pants and pulled out a really short denim mini skirt that I'd packed for my arrival and then swapped my baggy t-shirt for a skin hugging pink number. I checked my face in the mirror, fixed my make-up and then went back outside, knowing from the brief look that my nipples were alive and evident beneath the fabric of the top. 

Darrell, as I was to find out the chauffer's name was later, simply stared at me, his eyes dancing over my body now that there was little to hide it from him. 

"Ready!" I said, grinning, enjoying his reaction.

"Uh, yes, certainly, this way Miss," he stammered, turning to lead me towards the baggage carousel.

With my bags in the car and Darrell driving, I headed into London.

"I'll be dropping you at the tournament Miss Hall," Darrell told me as we made our way through the city traffic. You'll find your ticket in this envelope and I'll drop your baggage at the hotel. I have been assured that Miss Hantuchova has everything under control. 

"Thanks Darrell."

I stepped out of the car into the surreal world of the Wimbledon tennis tournament. I clasped the ticket tightly in my hand and headed towards the gate, wondering when I would get to see Dani for the first time. 

I checked the schedule in the program that I'd been handed and glanced at my watch. That gave it away. Dani's game started in half an hour. I made my way to the court and took my seat and waited, my breathing slowly calming down. Then, as the crowd began to applaud, my heart leapt back into my mouth. Daniela strode out onto the court with Justine Henin-Hardenne. As she walked out, she glanced up in the direction of my seat and I quickly stood up, applauding raucously. A grin split her face as we made eye contact. I blew her a kiss and then she was all business, moving to the court-side seat to prepare for the game. 

I spent the next hour and a half watching her lithe body run about the court, wishing that I could do something to help as she wasn't winning. She tried valiantly, but in the end just wasn't good enough to over come Justine. 

Occasionally when they were swapping ends and once or twice before heading to the service line, Daniela would look up at me and smile. I really hoped that I wasn't enough of a distraction to be the cause of her defeat. 

As Daniela left the court, I blew her a kiss and made my way to the back of the stands, wondering what I was supposed to do next. 

I walked around surveying the crowd for a while and was then embarrassed to hear my name called over the PA to report to the administration office. I wandered around Wimbledon again, this time with a purpose and eventually found someone that could take me where I needed to go.

When I identified myself, the girl behind the counter asked me to follow her. She led me off out the back way and eventually, to the area reserved for players and officials. Inside, she took me through to where there were a number of players relaxing. Daniela was chatting to someone that I didn't know, but looked up as I was led into the area and clapped her hands and let out a squeal of glee. 

She came over and gave me a hug before taking my hands and looking me over. 

"Wow, nice outfit, you look hot!" she said quietly. I looked up into her eyes. I'd forgotten how tall she was. Alone on the tennis court, even in real life, there wasn't really anyone nearby to compare her to. 

Another girl in an official uniform walked past us to the girl that had led me in and I heard her querying her as to who I was as the two of them left the building. 

"I was so sorry to see you lose," I said to Daniela as my eyes continued to take her in. Her hair was wet, obviously from having showered, but her face glowed. 

"Oh well, it happens," she said philosophically. "It was easier to take knowing that I had something to look forward to after the game though." I grinned at her. "And it means that I have the rest of the tournament to do as I please!"

"Well that's got to be good for me," I laughed. "Though I am of course always happy to watch you run around in those tiny shorts that you wear on court."

"Yes, but now you can watch me get around in even less," she said with a wink. I laughed in response. "So, do you want to see some more tennis today, or she we get out of here?" Daniela asked me.

"I don't know. I'd love to spend time out of here with you, but at the same time, this is the first time I've ever been to Wimbledon and it would seem sacrilegious to not watch a bit more tennis.

"That's ok, I don't mind watching. Its always good to see how the people that beat you go ... gives you something to try and crack the next time you meet them. Maria's playing in a little while, shall we go admire her form?"

I had no need to ask who Maria was after the day that I'd first met both her and Daniela. 

"I can think of worse ways to spend the afternoon," I responded. Daniela laughed.

"Do you want a drink or anything? You can get whatever you need in here," she told me, leading me into the lounge. I tried not to stare around like a dumb-struck newbie, though given that that was exactly what I was, I probably failed. I couldn't believe that I was just casually walking through the lounge with world famous tennis players all around me. It was like a smorgasboard!

We grabbed some drinks and then Daniela sat me down in a quiet corner and we caught up.

"So how was your flight?" she asked me.

"Long!" I laughed. "And um, interesting too."

"Oh? What made it interesting?"

"Just something that happened along the way, but I'll tell you about it later, not here."

An announcement about the start of Maria's match on centre court came over the PA and Daniela led me off to watch the game. Again I was struck by how surreal this experience was for me as Daniela and I sat down in the part of the stand reserved for players and others with special access.

We both cheered for Maria during the match and we both kept making lewd suggestions about what we would do with Maria if she were to present us with the opportunity. Not to mention what we talked quietly about doing to each other. Maria won her match and we left happy.

"We'll let her be for now, but I'm sure we'll get to catch up before the end of the tournament," Daniela said as we abandoned the stand. "Let's get out of here, I promised to take you shopping and I intend to do just that ... and enjoy it!"

"Well if you insist," I replied.

"Oh I insist," she laughed. As we left the player's area, we walked past Martina Hingis, who said hello to Daniela.

"Hey Martina," she said and kept walking. I stared back over my shoulder, watching as we walked away. 

"Hey! Eyes over here sexy," Daniela laughed as she saw me staring.

"Oh, sorry," I said, caught out and a little flustered.

"You like Martina?" Daniela asked me. 

"Well, I've never met her, but I've watched her on telly a lot," I said, blushing. "And to be honest, she always looks so prim and proper, that in my head, I imagine she likes her sex really dirty!" Daniela laughed long and loud at that.

"I'll have to introduce you so you can ask her at some point," she said to me, still laughing. Then she spoke to a guy at the gate and stopped to wait. "They'll bring a car around and drop us at the hotel," she told me. 

When we arrived at the hotel, Daniela informed the desk that I'd be sharing her suite as her guest for the remainder of her stay and we went up to the room. It wasn't until we were finally inside the room that she finally pulled me to her and kissed me, our bodies pressed tightly against each other. 

"God you have no idea how much I've wanted to do that to you today," she said to me when she finally allowed us to break to breathe. 

"Then you should have," I said simply. 

"I know, but its just the media, sweetie. I just don't need that invasion yet. Its kind of gutless I know, but its bad enough with out the added pressure of coming out amongst it."

"Hey, that's cool, I understand. Its not like I've told my family I like to lick pussy and pull nipples," I said to her, reaching out and tweaking her small titties. 

Daniela kissed me again, her tongue probing my mouth and duelling with me. I slid my hand down the back of her shorts to feel her butt and felt her hand slip up under my skirt. 

"So," she said to me between kisses," do I take you shopping first or fuck you first?"

"Tough choice," I said, grinning.

"Right for that, we're going shopping," she said. The disappointment must have shown on my face. "Well, just think, the extra anticipation will make it all the better when I wrap my tongue around your clit and make you cum."

"Well don't be surprised when I tease you mercilessly, we'll be in public remember. I could just start hanging onto you like you're my girlfriend and we like to fuck each other ... or play with your cute titties."

"Now that would be really unfair ... "

"Don't worry, I'll only tease you in private," I said to her. 

She led me back down stairs and arranged a car to take us shopping. When we pulled up outside the shops she took me to, I felt incredibly under dressed. 

"I can't go in there!" I said.

"Why not?"

"Well probably because of the price tags for a start," I said to her. 

"Nikki, there's something you need to come to terms with. When you're with me, price tags don't matter."

"Oh god, I think I've died and gone to heaven," I said. 

"Not yet, but I'll take you there later," she said with a wink as she stepped out of the car and pulled me out with her. 

We walked into the shop and instantly there were two gorgeous girls greeting us. "Good evening Miss Hantuchova, how are you?" the one on the left said.

"Very well thank you. Tonight is about Nikki, we need a few things for her."

"Most certainly Miss Hantuchova. What did you have in mind?"

"Let's see, we'll need two lots of evening wear and enough casual stuff for a couple of days at the tennis too."

"Very well, what would you like to start with Nikki?" the assistant asked, turning to me. 

"Um, better start with casual I think," I replied, blushing. 

"Excellent, if you'll follow me? Will you be joining us Miss Hantuchova?"

"Most definitely," grinned Daniela. I was led into what in any other store would have been a display room, but apparently in here was a change room. It was bigger than the living room in my apartment back home! Daniela and I were left alone as the two girls went bustling off to acquire clothes for me to try on. 

"I'm going to love watching you get dressed and undressed," Daniela said to me. "I'm already getting wet just thinking about it." She spread her legs apart and revealed to me that she wasn't wearing underwear beneath the short skirt that she'd put on before we left the hotel. As I looked, she ran a finger up and down her lips, only stopping when she heard someone coming back to the change room.

The sales assistant returned with a selection of clothes and I set about trying them on, removing my top to reveal my small bare breasts, my nipples erect from the anticipation and excitement of getting naked in front of Daniela, especially because I knew that she wasn't about to let on that we were together in that sort of way in here. 

As I pulled the top that the girl gave me over my head, I thought I caught her staring at my breasts. I love the feeling of being checked out by another woman and I maximised her opportunities to do so in an attempt to confirm whether there was actually any interest there, or whether it was just my imagination. 

The girl's name was Jessica and as I continued to dress and undress, often standing about in only my panties, I was sure that she was in fact checking me out. I wondered how I could take advantage of the fact.

While she was out getting some other clothes for me to try on, Daniela walked around me (I was only in my panties at this point) checking me out. 

"I'm looking forward to getting you back to the hotel," she said to me. 

"I'm looking forward to getting back there myself."

"I think Jessica would like to take you somewhere private," Daniela said, her eyes studying my face.

"I get that impression too. I like the curve of her breasts, I bet they're lovely when they're free in the air."

"Yes, they are a nice size, aren't they, not too big, but not as small as you and I, either. 

Jessica walked back into the room with a couple of evening dresses at that point. They were very slinky and I checked myself in the mirror having tried the first one on. It clung to every curve of my body and the first thing that I noticed was my panties. Daniela obviously did as well.

"Jessica, do you think you could get Nikki some nice underwear to wear under this dress?"

"Of course Miss Hantuchova," Jessica replied. She left the room.

Upon her return, she handed me the tiniest scrap of material that could ever be called underwear. It was a sheer black thong and if I'd had any pubic hair, I am sure that I'd have had to remove most of it if this item of clothing were supposed to cover it. 

"Glad to see you got something conservative," I laughed as I took it from Jessica. She laughed along.

"Well, this dress does call for something a little more daring than the norm," she replied. She also handed me a black bra with satin cups. "I took the liberty of bringing this as well. It will enhance your bust slightly and should look delightful under the gown."

"I happen to like being bra-less, but I'll try it on just for you Jessica," I said to her, meeting her eye. She blushed and I felt an excited rush in my loins. Daniela sat by, watching.

"Oh don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with your breasts," Jessica said hastily, "its just for the ... er dress."

"It's ok," I said to her, smiling as I stepped out of my panties. I took my time putting them on a chair before returning to pick up the thong from where I'd left it, noting that Jessica's eyes followed me around the room, surely espying my bald pussy. I settled the scrap of material in place and then picked up the bra. 

"Could you please help me adjust it?" I asked. Jessica stepped closer to me and started fiddling with the straps of the bra and at one point cupped my breast as she settled it in place. I cooed quietly in her ear and felt her hand squeeze my breast more than was necessary for the fitting. Then I slipped the slinky black dress into place and paraded for Jessica and Daniela. 

"What do you think Dani?" I asked.

"Perfect. Now to find another one." I grinned at her and Jessica picked up another gown for me to try on as I slipped out of the first one. 

After trying on another five or so, we hadn't found another as good as the first one and Jessica went back to get more. Upon her return, I was surprised when half way through putting a dress on I heard Daniela say to Jessica, "Jessica, I hope you don't mind me saying this, but Nikki and I had a little bet. You see, Nikki likes girls a lot."

Jessica's eyes lit up a little at the statement and I held my breath wondering what on earth Daniela was up to.

"And Nikki seems to think that it would be impossible for me to get you to show her your breasts, which she assures me she believes would be perfect and tasty!"

"Dani!" I said, shocked, given that although I had told her that's what I'd thought of them, there'd certainly been no bet. 

"So Jessica, what do you think, is there some manner of tip I could provide that would see you show my friend your breasts?" Jessica was looking nervously from me to Daniela and back again, her eyes flicking up and down my body as she looked at me. 

"What sort of a tip did you have in mind?" she asked Daniela after a few more moments and I felt my stomach lurch at the prospect. Daniela crocked her finger and Jessica went close enough for Daniela to whisper in her ear. I didn't hear the figure, but I saw Jessica's eyes widen and her mouth form an 'o' in shock. Then she smiled at Daniela and moved away from her towards me. 




Nikki and Daniela Hantuchova



I watched as Jessica's hands moved to the front of the white blouse that she wore and slowly started unbuttoning their way down her chest. The blouse parted to reveal a white satin bra in the same style as the black one that she'd brought out for me earlier, though fuller in the cups of course. She tugged the tails of her shirt from her skirt and then allowed the shoulders to fall backwards to the floor, leaving her standing in just her bra before me. My tongue curled out across my lips as I salivated at the sight of her. 

Then her hands disappeared behind her to reach for the clasp of her bra. My eyes drank in the sight of her olive coloured skin and the contrast that it provided with her bra. Then the bra fell away to reveal two perfect breasts, each one capped with a small erect nipple. I desperately wanted to reach out and touch them, to feel their firmness and weight in my hands and to suck on the perfect nipples that capped them.

"Wow, your breasts are truly perfect Jessica," I said. She blushed in response. "Come and have a look Dani, they're wonderful."

"Sorry, you know me, if there's no dick I'm not interested," Daniela said to me. She was looking over Jessica's shoulder though and winked. I had to hold them. As I stood before Jessica, looking, I shed the current frock that I was trying on so that I was standing there in the black bra and minute thong and then stepped closer to her. She didn't move. She bit her lip a little tentatively, but didn't move away. I slowly raised my hand before me, inching it closer to her perfection, aware of Dani staring at me over her shoulder. My palm closed over her breast, the nipple stabbing outwards.

Jessica sighed at the contact and I squeezed her breast before lifting my other hand to her right breast as well. I fondled and played with them and Jessica just stood and took it, moaning occasionally, watching my hands as they manipulated her flesh. I released one and used the free hand to undo my bra before it too joined the pile of clothes on the floor. I opened my arms and pulled Jessica to me, her larger breasts crushed against my small ones as my mouth opened to kiss her. 

Our tongues met between us and danced together as our bodies attempted to become conjoined at the breasts. We continued to kiss for a few minutes before Jessica pulled away, blushing.

"I ... I'm sorry," she stammered, "grabbing her bra and starting to put it back on.

"Don't be," I said, not moving," but what's the matter?

"I just can't do this here sorry Nikki, if I get caught I lose my job, and I really don't' want to because I love working here. 

"Oh, that's ok, but I wasn't going to tell anyone. And Dani wouldn't, she just likes to see that I get satisfied since she won't do it herself for me ... right Dani?"

"Yes, because it's gross, I don't understand how you can do that with other girls, I just indulge you because our mother's are friends."

"Well I'm really sorry Nikki, perhaps some other time, could we meet somewhere perhaps?"

"Give me a phone number Jessica and we just might," I said to her. 

Not long after, we left the shop with a string of bags and a phone number. Dani teased me all the way back to the hotel about how hot I'd looked with the young Jessica draped in my arms.

"I thought you were going to get to fuck her right there," Daniela said to me as we made our way back into the hotel. 

"I was wondering where it was leading ... I couldn't believe you did that to me!?"

"What got a gorgeous chick to show you her perfect tits ... call it a present."

We threw the bags down and Daniela rushed at me, pushing me back onto the bed, straddling my waist and lowering her head to kiss me, her long hair cascading about us like a secret veil. 

"Time to cum!" she said, grinning madly at me as she then started to rip my clothes off of me. Soon she was straddling my left leg, her skirt bunched up and her bald pussy ground against my naked thigh as she sucked on first one nipple and then the other, her fingers tangled in my hair after having pulled my top from me. She kissed me and soon we were entwined together on the bed, hands exploring each other's bodies as our tongues duelled within our mouths.

Daniela's hands pushed at the pants that I wore and worked them off my legs, dragging my panties with them, exposing my bald mound. She worked her way down the bed until she could pull them from my ankles. Whilst she knelt between my legs, her eyes drinking me in, she pulled her own top off over her head and then removed her bra as well. I checked out her small breasts with her elongated and excited nipples standing proudly from her chest, begging me to take them in my mouth. I tried to reach out to pull on them, but Daniela slid out of reach, giggling. She lowered her face to my legs and started licking and sucking at my left inner thigh.

I felt her teeth as she bit my thigh, working her mouth closer and closer to my pussy. I spread my legs wide, desperate to feel her tongue slide along my pussy lips. I didn't have to wait long and sighed in ecstasy as I felt that first gentle touch as it ran along the left side of my pussy and then the right before slipping between my lips. 

Up and down my moist slit it travelled and in and out of my hole, teasing and licking, eliciting moans and squeals as electric pleasure spread through my body from between my legs. My hands tangled in her hair and encouraged her in her efforts. She began to lick at my clit and I knew that in my aroused state it wouldn't be long at all before I came. 

Daniela expertly worked me closer and closer towards my orgasm, but just when I thought she would allow me release, she'd back off and gently stimulate me without building it further. She pushed my knees up towards my chest and I felt her tongue work its way downwards from my clit, over my slit. She didn't stop, but kept going, her tongue working an ever-decreasing circle around my anus until the tip nestled right in the centre of my hole. She pushed slightly and forced her tongue to widen my anus, dipping inside before letting it slide out again and again ring around my puckered little hole.

Then I felt her finger pushing at my hole, sliding into my anus up to the first knuckle. She wiggled it a bit before pushing it further again. I put my hands behind my knees and pulled my legs wider apart. Daniela's eyes met mine and she grinned as she pulled her finger from my bum hole. She slipped a different finger into my pussy, getting it wet and slimy with my juices before tracing them over my anus. She repeated this a number of times before sliding it back into my butt hole. She slid it all the way home and I squealed as she then lowered her face to my pussy and started l licking back towards my clit. 

As her tongue circled around and around my little pleasure nub, she slid the finger back and forth in my anus and within moments, my body shook as I convulsed and came, my butt squeezing rhythmically at the finger buried in my anus. 

She crawled up along side me, sucking on my breast as my orgasm slowly subsided.

"You're such a dirty little slut Dani," I said to her as she kissed me.

"Yes, and you love me for it. But the thing that I like best is that you're just as dirty," she replied. 

"I am indeed," I laughed, moving on top of her, kissing her with my hair cascading about our joined faces. Then I began my assault on her body, starting with her nipples, biting and pulling and working them hard. She squealed in pain but kept telling me to continue. I sucked her nipple as hard as I could and then allowed it to slide from my mouth, my teeth scraping it as it escaped. As I did so, I drove my knee up against her pussy, feeling her hips move as she worked against me, rubbing hard. 

"God I want you to fuck me Nikki," Daniela said to me, her voice husky with desire. "I want your tongue in me, I want your fingers in me, I want you to make me cum."

"Well lucky for you that I want to do it to you then, isn't it?" I answered cheekily. I started to work my way further down her body, my teeth leaving red marks down her body as I went. Nothing serious, just enough to make her gasp and feel my teeth close over her skin. 

When I reached her pussy, I took my time to inspect it, admiring the colour of her inflamed lips, the swollen labia, the trail of juice that now extended down between her buttocks. I ran a finger lightly over her clit, enjoying the spasm that it sent through her body. I ran my finger gently between her lips, only up to the first knuckle, then sucked her juices from it as she watched me, desire scrawled across her face. I pushed her legs as far apart as I could and slid my finger through her pleasure again. This time all the way down to her anus where my finger pushed slightly at her hole. 

"Yes, Nikki, put your finger in my bum," she said to me, lifting her knees up to her chest as she'd had me do.

"No, roll over, get on your hands and knees," I told her. Daniela did so and I knelt behind her. I slid two fingers effortlessly into her pussy and pumped them back and forth, feeling her pushing back against each thrust. When I withdrew them I wiped them up over her anus, the tip of one finger then tracking around her puckered little hole, teasing her. 

I hooked the thumb of my right hand in her pussy and lowered my tongue to her anus, knowing that this was what she wanted. I circled closer and closer to her anus with it, my thumb sliding gently back and forth in her wet hole. Then my tongue found the centre of her butt and licked gently back and forth across it before driving inside, probing her anus. I withdrew my thumb and slid a couple of fingers into her pussy instead before working a third and then a fourth inside her. 

Daniela was encouraging me, telling me how much she liked me doing this to her. I worked my thumb into her pussy within my curved fingers and then pushed slowly and firmly into her pussy. Daniela groaned as my hand stopped, wedged at the row of knuckles.

"Do it Nikki, push," she said throatily, and I could feel her pushing back, urging me to get my whole hand inside her pussy. I forced my hand, feeling her open up and then it slid within her. I watched as my hand slid in up to my wrist, her lips clinging to me. I held it still and Daniela rocked slowly, feeling me within her. I looked at her anus again and then licked it. Daniela squealed her delight. 

With my tongue working her anus and my fist buried in her pussy, I reached under her with my left hand, sliding my fingers across her bald mound until I found her clit. Without pausing to give her a chance, the fingers of my left hand started to rub her clit and Daniela started moaning and crying out. It took no time at all to drive her to her orgasm and soon she was shaking and shuddering as her pussy contracted around my fist, squeezing and releasing as she was rocked by her pleasure. 

I withdrew my wrist slowly and lay beside Daniela, turning her head to me so that I could kiss her as my hands gently caressed her body. She happily returned my kisses.

Smiling at me, Daniela said, "I'm not finished with you yet. I want to taste you some more. I want to feel your tongue on my pussy whilst I lick you to another orgasm."

"Well gee, when you put it like that, how can I refuse?" I answered, giggling. Daniela wasted no time and soon she was on top of me, her head between my legs and her pussy thrust at my face. I licked and lapped at her pussy as she did the same to me. I felt every touch of her tongue on my lips and my clit and had to concentrate to remember that I was supposed to be pleasuring her as well.

True to her word, Daniela licked my pussy until I felt the familiar sensation of imminent orgasm. I gave up trying to please her and allowed myself the release of climax. I felt her fingers tracing across my lips as they twitched in the after-throes of my orgasm.

As it subsided, I resumed eating her pussy, this time able to concentrate fully on what I was doing until she too had a second orgasm.

It was the following morning that I finally told Daniela about my mid-travel encounter with Lucy. We were in the shower washing each other, rubbing each other's bodies under the spray of water when I realised that I hadn't told her what had happened. As I held her to me, I related the tale, wondering whether I was in fact ending something that I really didn't want to.

"Wow, that sounds like a wonderful experience," she said to me when I'd finished.

"You're not mad?" I asked timidly.

"No, I'm jealous if anything, no hostess has ever cracked on to me!" she laughed.

"I just wasn't sure as I continued travelling towards you whether you'd be upset that given that you're paying for me to come and be with you that I'd done that along the way. I felt like I'd betrayed you."

"Nikki, I'm an open minded person. I think given what happened in the dressing room when we were shopping last night you'd realise that. I am not in a position, as much as I might like to be otherwise, to call you my girlfriend and claim you for my own. And because of that, I have to realise that there are going to be other distractions for you. Hell, you might even fall in love and forget about me."

"Well, I must confess to being relieved that you feel that way Dani. Besides, I've no intent on falling in love with anyone before I fuck you again at least!" We finished in the shower and dressed to go to Wimbledon for the day where we sat together chatting, trying to avoid conversations that would give away the fact that we were so intimate with each other. I even went and sat away from Dani at various times because she was worried what might happen if the media kept seeing us together. Nothing appeared in the press in the weeks that followed so we must have succeeded in that.

That evening, Daniela told me that we'd be going out to an all girls tennis function in support of a charity. It was common for the players to bring along a female friend, so she saw this as the perfect opportunity for the two of us to go out together without arousing the sort of suspicion that she wanted to avoid. I was instructed to dress in the slinky black number that we'd found on our shopping trip and Daniela sat before me as I stripped out of my day clothes, watching me.

I pulled on the tiny scrap of material that passed for underwear and teased Daniela by taking an inordinate amount of time settling it into place over my pussy. Then I pulled on the bra and finally slid into the dress. I felt really really horny by the time that I'd smoothed it down over my hips. Of course then Daniela did the same thing to me as she dressed. Her dress was red and I noted that she had wonderfully sexy underwear that matched it. I decided that I would enjoy getting to remove it all from her body later that night. 

Once we were at the event, I followed Daniela around like a lost little puppy in a sea of the world's best women tennis players ... or as I liked to think of it ... heaven.

"Hey Dani," I heard someone say and turned to see Maria Sharapova standing there. I grinned as I took in her gorgeous body. I remembered all too well the last time that I'd been this close to her. She'd been naked and had participated in shaving my pussy amongst other things.

"Oh my god, Nikki isn't it?" she asked as she saw me turn to face her.

"It is and I'm impressed that you remember," I said to her as a grin unwittingly split my face.

"Well it was a memorable encounter you know. I can assure you that it doesn't happen at every event, does it Dani?"

"Well not the ball girl part at least," Dani laughed in response.

"So what brings you to Wimbledon? Business or pleasure?" she asked me.

"Pleasure, I'm here as a guest," I told her. Dani took my arm and held me close to her for a moment. 

"My guest and it is most certainly a pleasurable visit," she said smiling. 

"Well, if you two want some extra company at all, be sure to let me know," Maria said, smiling as she prepared to move on through the crowd.

"Maybe if you can win the event again, we'll throw you a victory celebration," Dani suggested.

"Sounds like incentive to me!" Maria kissed Dani on the cheek and then did the same to me. As she kissed me, her hand fell on my waist and gave a little squeeze. My body reacted instantly to even that slight touch. I then watched her move off through the crowd, greeting various people as she went.

"What do yo think, should we fuck her?" Dani asked me.

"Let's definitely keep it as an option," I told her.

We took our seats a little after that and I was surprised and delighted to find that Martina Hingis was sitting on the other side of Daniela to me. She was wearing a lemon coloured frock that clung nicely to her figure. We sat down and had a few drinks as the evening's proceedings unfolded and in the main exchanged small chat.

During a lull and with several drinks under her belt, Daniela asked Martina a question that found me blushing furiously.

"Hey Martina, I want to know something, do you like your sex dirty?" Martina choked on her drink a little before turning to Daniela.

"What?"

"Well my friend Nikki here has a theory and I thought that I'd test it out. She seems to think that because you always look so neat and proper and gorgeous that in bed you're probably a real goer who likes dirty kinky sex!" I found myself staring at my glass before grabbing it and sipping at it, trying to hide from Martina's gaze, to no avail of course.

"That depends on what you call dirty kinky sex I guess," Martina said, surprising me. 

"Good question, what do you call dirty kinky sex Nikki?" Daniela asked, turning to me. Now there were two sets of eyes boring into me, faces waiting expectantly for my answer. 

"Um, is there somewhere a little more private we can talk about this?" I asked quietly, too conscious of all the people moving about at this stage.

"Good idea," Daniela said, "What do you think Martina, care to come for a private chat?"

"Sure, its got to be better than sitting through the rest of this."

"The rest of it? You mean we're leaving completely? Won't you be missed?" I asked them.

"Naah, we're not being presented with anything and we've made an appearance for the main part, so it will be fine," she assured me.

"So, you're place or mine?" Martina asked Daniela as we made our way downstairs. 

"Where are you staying?" Daniela asked. They worked out that Martina's hotel was much closer than where I was staying with Daniela.

"You know I really only thought we'd step outside for a couple of minutes," I said to them as we made our way there in a chauffeured car.

"Well you were right to direct us somewhere more private Nikki," Martina answered, "All sorts of rumours start at those things. I was caught off guard or I would never have even answered."

A little bit later and we were inside Martina's luxurious hotel room. "So Nikki, I take it that from the fact that you're here with Daniela asking this question that you like girls rather than guys?" she asked me.

"Oh yes," I said, blushing.

"I always thought that you leaned that way Daniela," she then said. Daniela just grinned. 

"What about you Martina, does the fact that you've asked us to your room to talk about what's dirty and kinky mean that you too like girls?"

"Let's just say that I've tried both sides of the coin but I keep coming back to this one." She answered, smiling at me. "So tell me, now that we're here, what do you call dirty and kinky Nikki?" She grabbed us more drinks from the fridge.

"Well, I like to have a girl lick my anus," I said, smiling at Daniela, "And I've discovered what fisting is all about too."

"Well I have to agree with you about the butt-licking being dirty and kinky," Martina said, "but I've never tried it so I can't say whether I like my sex dirty and kinky based on that. And I've never been fisted or fisted another girl either." Daniela's eyes were sparkling as she revealed these facts to us. "Do you consider toys dirty and kinky?" 




Nikki and Daniela Hantuchova



"What sort of toys?" Daniela asked.

"Dildos. Strap ons, double headers ..." Martina said, a blush travelling up her face. 

"Sounds kinky enough to me," Daniela said. 

"And me," I said. "Though I've never tried a strap on or a double header, have you Daniela?"

"Oh yes," she said, grinning and I love it all.

Martina excused herself for a moment. She returned with her drink in one hand and the other behind her back. "So you wouldn't be adverse to trying some of these?" she asked, revealing a small bag that she dropped before us on the floor. Daniela pulled it open and laughed with delight. There was a collection of sex toys in the bag.

"Hell no," She replied. 

"I'm up for it!" I said, hardly believing that after all that had transpired, I could now say that I'd seen Martina Hingis' collection of sex toys!

"Then kiss me," she said, standing in front of me. I stood up, pleased that she was about my height. She reached out and placed her hands on my hips and I reciprocated as her face closed on mine, our lips parting and tongues meeting with desire. We kissed for some time and as we did so, I felt Daniela's hands start to explore under my dress. She was kneeling behind me with her hands running up my thighs and then her fingers were exploring my wet pussy.

I moaned into Martina's mouth and she bit down on my tongue, kissing me harder. I let my hands slip to her butt and pulled her dress up to reveal that she was wearing a thong. My hands caressed her butt, marvelling at its firmness ... one of those special things about sleeping with elite athletes I decided. 

I felt Martina's hands working at the clasp at the neck of my dress and then she was pulling it down, stepping back so that she could take in my body.

"Mmm, aren't you delightful," she said as she surveyed my underwear. "That thong is even smaller than mine!"

"Show me," I said. Daniela stood at this so that she too could watch. Martina pulled her dress over her head and was then standing before us wearing a skin-toned thong and bra. It was indeed larger than mine, but not so much as to be anything to disappoint. We both seemed to turn to Daniela at the same time and urge her to remove her dress so that she wasn't the odd one out. 

She quickly shed the red dress and stood before us in her hot underwear. Martina stepped up to her and kissed her, her head tilted back like mine to reach up to Daniela's mouth. I stood alongside the two of them, my hands caressing their taught bodies, marvelling at the pure beauty of their athleticism. 

Then I decided that I wanted to see Martina naked and as she continued to kiss Daniela, undid the clasp of her bra. She shed it quickly to the floor and I knelt behind her, pulling her thong from her butt and down her legs. As she stepped out of it, I ran a hand up between her thighs from behind. My fingers found her pussy and her legs willingly parted. I could feel hair on her lips and then grinned as I slid two fingers within her. I heard her groan at the penetration. I slid my other hand between Daniela's butt cheeks, slid the crotch of her thong aside and slipped two fingers into her wet bald pussy as well. 

The two girls continued to kiss as I pleasured them until Martina suggested that all this would be much better with all of us naked and on the bed. We separated long enough to clamber onto the bed and then Daniela and Martina were pushing me down and pulling my underwear from my body. 

Daniela latched onto my nipple and bit and sucked. Martina watched before reaching out with her hand to tentatively play with my other nipple. I looked across to take in her breasts. They were bigger than both Daniela and myself, but not overly so. And like Daniela, she had amazingly clear tan lines at both her thighs and the top of her breasts from the time she spent on the tennis court. I reached up with my hand so that I could take Martina Hingis' breast in my hand, squeezing gently.

The two girls continued to kiss my breasts and tease my nipples, occasionally breaking long enough to kiss either each other or me. After a while of this, I was getting really worked up and desperately wanted someone to start paying some attention to my pussy.

"So what about these? I said, grinning at Martina and picking up the bag, "are we going to get to play with them?"

"Yes!" Martina answered.

I dropped the bag on the bed and Daniela reached inside. The first thing that she pulled out was a large rubber dildo. Daniela pulled it from the bag, running her fingers over it. It was modeled on a penis, bigger certainly than anything I'd seen in the flesh. As she checked it out, I reached in and grabbed whatever came to hand. Again, it looked like a penis, but this one was attached to a leather plate at the base, with straps hanging from it. Obviously a strap on, I asked Martina, "So tell me, do you like to be the one wearing this, or the one impaled on it?"

She blushed as she answered me, "I like to wear it more, but I've been on both ends."

Daniela was now enthusiastically emptying the contents of the bag onto the bed. In addition to the toys that we had already removed, there was an orange rubber double ended dildo and a small thin vibrator.

"Not a bad collection,:" Daniela said, smiling at the continuously blushing Martina.

"Well its enough to make a trip away from home bearable," she giggled. 

"I've never tried one of these, care to give it a go Nikki?" Daniela asked me, picking up the orange double headed toy.

"Of course, I'd love to, though, given that its Martina's don't you think we should let her be on at least one end?"

"Probably a good idea," Daniela said, though Martina protested that she was happy enough to watch the two of us try it out before joining in. "Nikki's right Martina, you have to be on one end. And I want Nikki to be on the other."

There was a little bit of polite protestation, but soon I was laying on the bed and Daniela was rubbing the head of the orange toy across my bald lips. She then parted my lips and began sliding it inside me. She was moving it back and forth and I was beginning to moan and writhe with my pleasure when Martina started to move closer. She positioned herself at the other end of the toy and then shuffled herself towards me, hips first as Daniela guided the head between her lips. I watched it disappear between them as she inched closer to me. We scissored our legs so that we could work in counter point to each other, with Daniela guiding the action, kneeling alongside us, moving so that she could suck first on Martina's nipple and then upon mine.

Daniela's finger caressed my clit and I shuddered, noting that she was doing the same thing to Martina, causing her too to squeal and moan as she worked herself on the toy.

"I want you both to cum for me, Daniela was saying. She leaned forward and started licking at Martina's clit as she continued to finger my clit. Martina cried out and shuddered and I knew that she had cum. It meant that Daniela merely shifted her focus and moments later I was the one that was convulsing and shaking as an orgasm crashed my system.

Daniela wasn't about to allow things to peter out though and as soon as she saw that I was recovering, handed me the strap on. "Come on Nikki, I want you to fuck me," she said. I knelt up on the bed, sliding off my end of the double headed toy and started trying to put the thing on. Martina removed the other end from her pussy, and helped me to get it sorted. She was obviously well familiar with the way that the thing worked. 

As it was settled into place, Daniela, on her hands and knees, brought her head level with my fake cock. 

"I'm going to give you head," she laughed, opening her mouth and sucking back and forth on the toy. Martina laughed and smacked her butt telling her that that wasn't really what it was meant for. 

"If you keep smacking my arse like that, then I've no reason to stop," Daniela said cheekily to Martina. 

"Well in that case, I won't touch you," Martina replied.

Daniela faked disappointment before rolling over onto her back and spreading her legs. "Come and fuck me Nikki," she insisted. 

I moved between Daniela's long, slender legs, positioning the head of the strap-on so that it met her pussy. Daniela held her lips apart, ready, willing and desiring the penetration that I subsequently inflicted up on her. I slid the toy up inside her pussy until it wouldn't travel any further. Then I moved my hips back so that it slid out again. Then I started working it back and forth like I imagined a guy would when he was fucking her. I held myself over her so that I could see her face clearly as I fucked her. 

Martina's hand appeared between us, pulling and tugging on Daniela's nipple. And then her other hand was doing exactly the same thing to me. I turned my head to

the side so that I could kiss Martina and had a brief moment where I marveled at the fact that I was fucking Daniela Hantuchova with a strap on whilst a naked Martina Hingis pulled at my nipple and kissed me. It couldn't have been better if I'd sat and scripted it myself.

"Time to see if you like it dirty and kinky Martina," Daniela said from beneath me. We broke our kiss so that Martina could enquire as to what it was that she meant.

"I want you to move down between our legs, and when you're there, you'll see Nikki's gorgeous and delectable butt. I want you to use your hands to spread her cheeks apart and then run your tongue across her anus. Martina hesitated, but Daniela encouraged her, compelled her to give it a try. 

I didn't think that she was going to do it, but she moved and soon I felt my butt being spread apart by her hands. I looked over my shoulder and saw the apprehension on her face. I smiled reassuringly at her and let her know that I wanted her to do it. I saw her lower her face and I looked back at Daniela who had a look of query upon her face. As I felt Martina's tongue tentatively caress the limits of my anus, I grinned at Daniela to let her know that it was happening and then moaned loudly to let Martina know that it was being appreciated. 

The moaning worked and soon Martina licked my anus a little more assertively. I enjoyed it for a few moments before telling Daniela that I wanted her to ride me. Daniela read my mind and readily agreed. Soon she was on top of me, sliding her pussy up and down the shaft I had strapped to me. She leaned forward to kiss me, her tiny breasts rubbing against mine and I told Martina that she should now demonstrate her new-found skills to Daniela. 

Daniela soon moaned pleasurably as Martina ran her tongue around and across her anus. Daniela then told us that she wanted to turn around and ride me the other way so that Martina could lick her clit at the same time and make her cum

I moved so that my legs were off the bed and Daniela sat herself down upon the toy, her legs spread. Martina moved in between her legs and attacked Daniela's clit with her tongue. I slid a hand under Daniela's butt as she moved up and then back down again. I pushed the tip of one finger against her anus and Daniela pushed back against it. The combination of this and Martina licking her clit drove Daniela to the orgasm that she'd been seeking.

We took a few moments to gather ourselves. Moments that consisted of kissing and touching, gentle caresses and touches rather than the more insistent kind designed to drive you to the peak of pleasure. 

"I want to see the two of you on this," I said, picking up the orange double headed dildo. "I want you to get on top of her so that I can feed it into both of you," I said to Daniela. 

Martina lay upon the bed and Daniela rolled over on top of her, taking a few moments to lick and suck at her breasts before moving further up, the two of them kissing. I picked up the orange toy and bent it about its flexible mid section, aiming an end at each of their pussies before pushing it deep inside both of them. 

I pushed and pulled, working the toy slowly in and out of the two of them as they kissed and enjoyed each other. I ran my tongue across Daniela's anus and then pushed it inside, drawing pleasured moans from her. Martina asked her what was happening, but Daniela only said, "I'm sure that you'll get your turn."

Then I picked up the small vibrator. I pushed it inside Daniela's pussy alongside the dildo, stretching her and lubing up the vibrator before withdrawing it. I turned it on to a low speed and ran the tip across Daniela's anus before turning it off and pushing it inside. 

I worked it in and out of her anus for a few moments before Daniela suggested that she and Martina swap so that Martina could enjoy the experience as much as she was. They quickly swapped as I ran and cleaned the vibrator. When I returned, I eyed off Martina's cute little puckered hole as her pussy lips clung to the shaft of the dildo. I eyed the neatly trimmed pubes decorating her lips and wondered whether Daniela and I could talk her into letting us shave them.

I broke my reverie though and returned my attention to her anus. I lowered my head and ran my tongue over and around it, letting her feel a tongue on her butt for the first time. She flinched away initially; exclaiming with surprise, but soon was relaxing and actively enjoying my tongue as it worked her over, my hand continuing to work the dildo in and out of the two famous tennis players' pussies. 

I picked up the small vibrator and turned it on. Martina started to ask about the buzzing, but I didn't answer, instead running the vibrating tip of the toy across her anus. Martina squealed and moved forward away from the toy, but Daniela was telling her to relax and let herself enjoy it. I repeated the movement, nestling the tip of the toy against her puckered hole and Martina made a visible effort to relax. I turned the toy off and pushed gently but firmly. The shaped tip started to spread Martina's anus and I watched as it moved ever so slowly into her butt.

"I don't know about this," I heard Martina say.

"You'll love it, trust me," Daniela was saying as her hands caressed Martina's breasts, pulling and pinching at the nipples, probably in an effort to distract her I thought to myself as I continued to push the toy within her. 

Soon the small toy was buried in her anus with just enough for me to hold onto sticking out of her butt. I slowly started to pull it out and then pushed it back in again ready to repeat the movement. After another couple such repetitions, Martina was noticeably pushing back against the toy as I worked it inside her.

"Just one thing to finish you off," I said to Martina. I moved alongside and slipped my right hand under her belly and across the small patch of cropped hair until my fingers found their target – her clitoris. My left hand deftly turned the base of the vibrator and the fingers of my right nimbly danced upon her clitoris. 

If it had been a tennis match she'd have lost 6-0 6-0 she came so quick. She simply wasn't ready for the over-load of her senses and thrashed about atop Daniela as her body shook with pleasure. 

"Oh god, stop, please," she said, begging me. I allowed the still vibrating toy to slide from her anus and then removed her end of the double ended toy.

Martina rolled from Daniela to lay recovering on the bed. 

"I think she liked it," Daniela said to me, grinning. 

"I think you're right. Now spread your legs for me," I said. Daniela parted her legs and I pushed the end of the toy deep inside her before lowering my tongue to her pussy and licking her lips as they clung to the shaft before working up to the point where they met and attacking her clit. 

I worked my tongue backward and forward on her little erect love button and then worked the toy in and out of her at the same time. Daniela pulled on her nipples and told me to lick her hard, to fuck her with the fake cock and I did so willingly until she exploded with her own orgasm.

I sat on the bed, pleased with what had happened as the two girls recovered. Being the elite athletes that they were, it didn't take very long. Daniela started playing with Martina's breasts again and I knew that it was time for me to sink my tongue within the folds of Martina's pussy so that I could finally taste it. I told her exactly that.

"But I want to taste you too," Martina said to me.

"So 69 with her," Daniela said. Martina grinned and before I could do much, had pushed me back upon the bed so that she could climb on top of me. 

She undid the straps of the toy that I was wearing and pushed it to one side so that she could lick my pussy and I was soon presented with her wet pussy inches from my face. The fact that her height was similar to mine sure made it a bit easier than when I did this with Daniela and I took no time in wondering before running my tongue up her slit, feeling her doing the same to my pussy as well.

As I licked at her pussy, I saw Daniela move in behind and begin licking at Martina's butt. Martina's tongue drove into my pussy in reaction before I felt her suck hard upon my clit. I snaked a hand out and under Daniela so that I could pull hard upon her nipple the way that she enjoyed it. 

This continued until I could stand it no longer and felt that tension in my tummy that said my explosion was imminent. I stopped licking Martina for a few moments whilst she continued to assault my clit and then shook convulsively as an orgasm ripped through my body. 

Daniela pulled Martina from me and turned her over, taking her own turn to taste Martina's pussy.

"Turn around Daniela; I want to 69 with you, too."

I looked on as Daniela crawled over Martina's body, both of them biting and licking at each other's skin until they were in position. I watched as they licked each other, occasionally reaching out to touch one or the other's breasts before an idea entered my mind.

I re-attached the straps of the strap-on toy and moved in behind Daniela. Martina stopped licking and I thrust the toy into Martina's pussy, Daniela moaning with appreciation. I thrust into her a couple of times and then pulled the toy out. I saw Martina's eyes widen as I repositioned the toy and started to push with my hips to slide it into Daniela's anus.

It took a bit of sliding back and forth but soon the toy was well within Daniela's bum and I started to fuck her with it. Martina just watched wide-eyed until I told her to lick her clit and make her cum. That sweet smiling face that I'd seen on tv so many times was split by a grin before her tongue snaked out to address Daniela's button of joy. 

Daniela exploded. She twitched and shook, but didn't remove herself and I didn't let the toy slide out either. She had obviously stopped licking Martina, but resumed again as her butt still visibly clenched at the shaft of the strap on buried within it. I worked it back and forth slowly until I heard Martina cry out with an orgasm as well.

We all showered after that, the spacious alcove of the suite fitting us all comfortably. I lost track of how many orgasms I had that night, knowing only that we returned to bed and now and then one of us would wake and cause one of the other two to cum again before dozing of. 

The following morning, Daniela and I dressed in our frocks again and snuck out after saying goodbye to Martina, Daniela worried about being caught by the press in the same clothes that she'd worn the previous evening.

It appears we got away with it, because it's not in the papers; at least not yet. Daniela is out doing some publicity thing and I am here capturing my memories. Tonight we're going to meet up with Martina again. This time, Maria will join us and I'm taking my shaving kit. I want to see Martina's pussy hairless. 

But that's for another time ...



Nikki and her Brother



"I'm going to let your brother fuck me," Diane said to me.

"What the fuck?" I said to her, astounded. 

"Well I know he wants to. You've seen the way he hangs around whenever we're practicing. I've seen him looking at me like he's stripping my clothes off with his eyes. And you know what? It gets me hot!"

"Geez Di," I responded, "even if you are going to let him do that to you, what makes you think I want to know about it?" I couldn't believe that she'd even brought it up. Di and I were really good friends and I could tell from the way that she looked at my brother, not to mention the way she flirted and showed off when he was around that she was interested in him, but to have her announce that intention was more than I was ready for.

I cast my eye over Diana. She had long red hair that extended past her shoulders. She had an elfin look to her with high cheek bones and what I can only describe as squat lips that always reminded me of Angelina Jolie. Her lurid green eyes were studying me from beneath long, well cared for lashes as I looked her over. There was intelligence in those eyes, with a glint of mischief giving them life. 

Her legs were long and thin, matching her lithe frame. I thought she was a bit too skinny myself, but there were plenty of guys who followed her with their eyes whenever she walked through the grounds at uni. As she stood there in her aerobics outfit, I couldn't help but notice the way her mound protruded. Part of it was the fact that she was so skinny but whenever I noticed I couldn't help but think that it stood out more than others. Again I made a mental note to check out more chicks next time we were competing. I always seemed to forget and only had myself as a comparison. Her breasts were the other feature that didn't seem quite right on her frame. They were large c cups and stood out heaps on such a thin body. I know that my brother for one couldn't keep his eyes off them. Especially when like now, she was wearing a crop top that was little more than a bra.

"Well, he's your brother, I thought maybe you'd like the option to veto or something," she replied.

"Now if I said no, would that really stop you or would you just go about it without me knowing?" I asked her, grinning, knowing her all too well. The blush that crossed her face was enough for me. "Heck, you know him, and if you're prepared to put up with him and take that chance, I won't get in your way. Just remember though, you still have to practice and we have a competition coming up."

"I just said I'd let him fuck me, not that I wanted to date him," she laughed. When I started to explode, she quickly let me know that she was kidding and promised that nothing would get in the way of our aerobics comp.

Just at that moment, my brother Ed came home and Di quickly turned on the music and got me practicing with her. I knew it was just so that she could be caught in the middle of her moves by him, but went along with it. 

Sure enough, a couple of minutes later, Ed was there in the doorway, smiling and watching, clutching a drink in his hand. He was a year older than me and had been watching Di and I train since we'd taken up competitive aerobics two years ago. 

"Nice perve?" I asked him as we finished our routine and grabbed our towels and drinks. 

"Oh I'd give it fifty percent," he said. I could see that Di looked a little disappointed at this comment. 

"Only fifty?" I asked, "Why's that, it was a pretty flawless routine."

"Oh the routine was great," he said, "but you asked if it was a good perve. And whilst Diane here was perfect, I have to give you a zero because you're my sister."

"Oh nice. You're a bloke, can't you at least give an objective opinion? Or are all your opinions on chicks dictated from down there," I said, pointing at his crotch. As I pointed I looked and couldn't help but note that he appeared to have an erection. And not a bad sized one either! I wanted to slap myself for even noticing.

As I looked back up to his face, I found him looking me over. It was quite bizarre and uncomfortable to be honest, his appraising me like that. 

I am not as tall as Diane (who's about 5' 8") standing about 5'5"and I'm built with more muscle than she is, which when we were together tended to give people the impression that I was a nuggetty little power house. The reality was that I was quite thin, just not overly thin. A couple of inches less height and small breasts (a cups) did nothing to change the appearance. 

"Well if I have to be completely objective," Ed advised, "I'll lift it to ninety percent."

"Good enough, I won't interrogate you about the last ten percent," I said before telling Di that we should go and get changed. 

"You go ahead, I just need another drink," she told me. I knew when I wasn't wanted somewhere and headed off to my bedroom. I stripped off my exercise gear and headed into the shower, wondering how long Di would be and how much effect her sudden desire to bed my brother was going to interfere with our training.

"Hey," Di called out as she entered the bathroom that adjoined my bedroom.

"Hey yourself, I said, turning the water off and stepping out into the towel that she held out for me, "Thanks."

"So, what have you cooked up with my brother?" I asked.

"Just a date, we're going to the movies," she said. I could tell from the look on her face though that she was more excited than she was letting on. I tried to be happy for her and although struggling, muttered some encouraging words. 

I watched her as she stripped down whilst I towelled off. I wondered what it was about her that got my brother so worked up. I decided that it must be her tits as I watched them jiggle firmly as she moved about the bathroom. Her nipples were an extremely pale pink against her pale white flesh and I was surprised to see how far they were sticking out from the large areolae, a lot further than my own, which were quite small, neat little nipples.

I don't normally sit around checking other girls out and it was only in the context of what my brother might like to look at that I found myself looking on this occasion. None-the-less, I was surprised at the reaction that my own body was having as I watched her step into the shower stall, noting that she had a thin strip of pubic hair the same colour as that on her head leading down to her lips. 

Mine was brown, a different shade to the blonde hair on my head and I guess I'd not really thought that anyone would have hair of the same colour on their heads unless it was dark. To think that I was 18 and had never noticed that before. Weird.

A month later and we had just finished our competition. We didn't win, but we did pretty good. Di had been seeing my brother since that previous encounter and I asked her if she thought her being in a relationship had contributed to our performance (or the fact that we hadn't done better more importantly). That turned out to be a mistake. She was really pissed.

Some very fast-talking on my part soothed things over, but there was one little comment fired at me that stuck with me.

"Maybe if you got a cock in you, you wouldn't be so obsessed with this all the time!" she had said to me. I was a virgin. I tried to forget that she'd said it, but I just couldn't get past it. It really ate at me and as a result, our practices after that did start to suffer. It was partly because of the fight and the fact that it was taking time for us to really get over it and partly because she'd struck such a nerve with me. Every time I saw her, I was reminded of the fact that she was having sex and I wasn't.

Another month passed and we were coming up to another competition. This time Di suggested that we go over the video of the last performance so that we could try and work out what we needed to perfect. I jumped at the chance and she went to get the tape. As we sat watching it, I could tell that our friendship was back to where we'd been before the performance that we were watching. Everything was gelling again, which was great. 

Just as the tape came to the last phase of our performance, it went fuzzy and something else entirely came on the screen. I didn't realise what it was at first, but Di squealed and tried to grab the remote off me. It was just a picture of a bedroom.

"What's this?" I asked her, "Did you tape over our performance? You know we don't do that." I didn't get much response as she just jumped on me and tried to take the remote. I giggled and held the remote away from her, watching the screen. Diane appeared within view of the camera and I laughed. She was wearing her old school uniform. It clearly still fitter her everywhere except the bust, which was being strained somewhat by the large breasts that she'd developed since we'd been there together. Diane renewed her efforts to get the remote whilst I just laughed and giggled as she rolled all over me in her attempts.

Then I noticed my brother walk into the camera shot. He was wearing a pair of slacks and a shirt with a tie and I froze as he advanced upon the school-dress clad Diane and started to say something to her. Diane seized the initiative and grabbed the remote from me, hitting the eject button.

"Um Di," do I really want to know what's on the rest of that tape?" I asked, her, flushed from my exertions at holding her off.

"No, you really do not." She said, clearly blushing. The flush in her face extended right down her neck, "and probably to her tits I thought," laughing to myself.

"Well, can you copy the bit of the tape I do want to see so that we can review it?" I asked her, still giggling. 

"I think that's an excellent idea Nikki," she said very primly.

We arranged to meet again later in the week to have a final practice.

Over the time that Diane had been seeing my brother, I'd stopped once or twice to assess him objectively, just as I'd done with Diane when I wanted to work out what it was that he saw in her. I was surprised when I did to realise that he was actually bloody good looking. There'd always been plenty of girls around and my friends had always commented, but I'd just hidden in my little 'he's my brother shell' and told them they were deluded. 

He had a nicely defined jaw-line, gorgeous blue eyes (like me) and biceps and pecs to die for. He'd done gymnastics for years (our parents were big on us having sport in our lives) and hadn't really stopped training. It obviously still paid off. 

I even noted to myself one night as he left the dinner table that he had a cute, tight arse and completely shocked myself when one night I found myself wondering in bed what he would look like naked. I shuddered, thought of something else and went back to sleep.

A couple of days later, I was over at Diane's house for another rehearsal and she handed me a tape from two that were lying on top of her pile of competition videos. "This is the edited version," she advised, blushing. We went through our routine and happy, cleaned up before I could head home.

Whilst Diane was in the toilet, an impulse came over me. I checked the other video on top of the pile. Unlike all the other competition tapes, it was unmarked (as was the one she'd given me). I quickly switched them.

The whole way home in the car, I was all but shaking over what I'd done. I wondered if I even had the tape that I thought I had. Would I really watch it?

I admitted that I was curious to see what the two of them got up to. I wondered just how far the tape would go. That curiosity fought with the fact that it was my brother and best friend.

When I got home, I quickly said hello to everyone and then went to my room, shut the door and put the tape on. Our performance came on and I couldn't believe how nervous I suddenly was. I fast-forwarded until I saw Diane standing there in her school uniform. 

Ed entered the shot. 

"Now Miss Hayes," Ed said to her, "I need to talk to you about our school uniform policy."

"Yes sir," she said meekly.

"You know that the rules state that all girl's skirts are to be at least one inch below the knee in summer and I can clearly see that yours is not."

"Its an old one Sir, I spilt my breakfast this morning and it was all I had that wasn't in the wash."

"Never the less young lady, I think you clearly know that any transgression cannot go unpunished. I can't have every student coming in here claiming to have spilt their cereal just so that they can try and attract boys!"

Diane nodded and I couldn't help but think what a good job she was doing of acting the role of contrite student. 

Ed pulled a chair into view and sat down on it. "Now come here and lay over my lap and take your punishment Miss Hayes," he said. I giggled at the thought of the two of them playing out this scene. 

Diane walked over to Ed and knelt down next to him, then leaned over his legs, her breasts crushed against his thighs. Ed had her adjust her position until her hands were on the floor and her bottom suspended in med air over his thighs. He had to stop to adjust a clearly erect cock in his pants at one stage. That made me curiously aware of just how sexual it all was and I found my body reacting to the scene.

Then Ed flipped her skirt up and revealed a white thong sitting snugly between her pale butt cheeks. 

"My goodness, Miss Hayes, can you please state for me the underwear requirements of St Monica's Girls' School?"

"Um they have to be white?" she answered timidly.

"You know there's more to it than that Miss Hayes, white, cotton and of a moderate bikini cut or boy leg! These are simply unacceptable. I am afraid that I must punish you miss Hayes. And remember, this hurts me more than it hurts you." And with that, Ed slapped his hand across her bare arse cheeks. SLAP! I flinched at the power behind it and was stunned when a red hand print appeared on Diane's but. She didn't squeal though, she moaned!

SLAP! Another one on the other cheek. After a couple more, Diane spoke out. "Please sir, no more, I'll do anything, but please stop hitting me or I won't be able to sit down."

"Anything miss Hayes? That's quite an offer."

"Anything sir."

"Right well let's test this little theory Miss Hayes. Stand up." Diane stood up. I couldn't believe how sexy she looked in that slutty school uniform. "Right, now remove the offending underwear please." As I watched the video, Diane peeled the thong down from under her skirt, failing to give any glimpse of her pussy in the process.

"Now lift your skirt up for me Miss Hayes," Ed instructed her. She was facing away from the camera and I didn't see, but she gave Ed a nice long look at her pussy, holding her skirt up until Ed announced that that would do. For now."

"Tell me Miss Hayes, are you a virgin?' Ed asked her. Di nodded meekly in front of him. I giggled at this. Good role playing, if she was a virgin, I was a millionaire! " Have you ever seen a penis in the flesh?" She shook her head. "Well then, I have a treat for you.

As I watched, Ed stood and took off the slacks that he was wearing until he was standing with his erection (which I noted was a very nice size) pointing at the ceiling. Then he sat back on the chair. 

"Kneel before me Miss Hayes." Diane knelt before my brother and he spread his legs, glancing at the camera for once, trying to make sure that she was in shot. He then proceeded to 'teach' Di to stroke his cock.

After a couple of minutes, he told her that she had brought him to a point where she needed to be sure to finish the job and that that was what her mouth was for. Diane looked at him innocently and he instructed her on how she was to take his penis into her mouth and work it up and down, sucking on it and licking it with her tongue until he was finished.

"When will I know you're finished?" Diane asked and I laughed out loud.

"Oh you will know Miss Hayes, I'll shoot cum into your mouth. When you've swallowed it all and cleaned me up, you'll be done." Diane nodded and lowered her mouth over my brother's cock. 

I watched, mesmerised as my best friend's mouth descended over and over again down over the length of my brother's cock. When he came, Diane plunged her mouth down over it and sucked and swallowed until he stopped pulsing. 

"Very good Miss Hayes," he said afterwards. "Now, that takes care of the panty violation. I think next week you'll have to come back so we can deal with that indecent skirt. But I'll have to confiscate these," he added, holding up her thong. Until then, to remind you that you have violated this rule, you'll wear no panties to school. Is that clear?"

"Yes Sir," she answered. I heard a knock on my door and nearly freaked out. I finally found the stop button on the remote and stood up to answer it. I was stunned when I did stand to realise that my panties were soaked!

"You in there Nikki?" I heard my brother say.

"Yeah, hang on,' I said and went to find out what he wanted.

"Dinner's ready," he said as I opened the door to face him. "Are you alright? You look flushed," he said.

"Yeah, I'm fine I said, blushing. Tell Mum I'll be there in a sec.

Later that night, when I thought that everyone was asleep, I decided to watch some more of the video, now very curious as to how far it went.

As it played, it became apparent that Ed and Diane were now pretending that a week had passed. She had arranged her clothing again.

"Come in Miss Hayes," my brother said, sitting on the chair in the room. The door opened and Diane came in, closing the door behind her.

"Lift your skirt for me Miss Hayes, I need to ensure you met the conditions of our last appointment."

Diane lifted her skirt and revealed that she wasn't wearing any panties. I found myself staring intently at the sight of my best friend's pussy. She had a thin strip of cropped red pubic hair on her mound that led to her slit, which appeared devoid of hair.

"Very good Miss Hayes, maybe you can learn to follow instructions and rules after all. Now, I think its time for the punishment for your skirt violation. I don't think you girls quite understand the effect it has on a man when you prance around looking so slutty, so I am going to show you. Come and kneel before me Miss Hayes and suck on my cock like last week."

Ed dropped his pants to reveal his erect cock again and Diane knelt on the floor in front of him before taking it in his mouth and sucking up and down on it. 

I was unashamedly horny by now and found my fingers stroking my pussy through my panties as I watched Diane suck my brother's cock. 

"Very good Miss Hayes, now to show you what happens when young girls over excite boys. Stand up and put your hands on the back of the chair. Diane stood up and did as she was told and Ed moved in behind her, his erection pointing skywards. He lifted her skirt and turned her so that her butt was facing the camera. I loved the view of her pussy peeking from between her tight buttocks. Ed obviously did too because he moved the camera so that it had nice close up.

Ed used his fingers to start touching Diane, telling her the whole time that when girls put themselves on display, they had to expect that people would want to see, touch and try the merchandise. Then he told her she was going to find out what that meant as he pushed a finger into her wet hole. 

"Oh Sir," Diane moaned as his finger slid back and forth in her pussy.

"Now Miss Hayes, they tell me this hurts a bit the first time, but you can consider that the punishment for dress code violation." Ed stood behind Diane and pushed the head of his cock against her slick pussy lips. I could see Diane shift her feet to spread her legs wider and she called out in mock surprise as Ed slid is cock home within her pussy.

Ed jostled their position until the view clearly showed his cock sliding into her pussy, back and forth, her juices shimmering in the room's light on his shaft. I pulled the crotch of my panties aside and slid my finger over my own slit, running it through the moisture then pushing it inside my pussy.




Nikki



"Her climax peaked, and I could see her entire body heaved as if racked by giant waves. Wave after wave of sweet pleasure broke over her tender nude body. Her soft little toes and delicate feminine fingers flexed with each wave, as though she were grasping to take it all in. Each wave brought forth a cute little cry of surprise and lust - almost innocent in its youthfulness. She did look so innocent and sweet, laying there, coming of age and learning about the deepest of pleasures. I was so close to their fucking that I saw the contractions of her vagina around my husband's cock with each wave of ecstasy. She was so soft...so pure...so gorgeous....I want to make her come....I want to feel her naked pussy coming all over me...". 

Nikki's body was going over the edge of desire. She could barely speak, and she convulsed rhythmically as the pleasure overtook her. She had two fingers deep in her pussy, and moved them back and forth rapidly as she came. I had never watched a woman masturbate with such joyful abandon. It was magnificent to see. But throughout her orgasm the fantasies continued to flow from deep inside her in wild disconnected order, as though each orgasmic contraction brought a new level of forbidden lust and nasty desire. "...I want so much to lick her nipples and her pussy and suck her lips and her toes...I want to do her in her own bed and lick up her pussy juice after she comes....I want to teach her how to suck another woman's pussy....I love to have sex with young girls...Oh God ...I want to fuck her so much...I want to get caught licking her pussy...Michelle's horny little pussy...I want you to catch us and watch....I want you to jack off on her pretty little face while I suck her pussy ....Oh God...". Nikki came and came all over my couch, masturbating herself into a frenzied climax. She trembled and moaned with pleasure as each wave of her orgasm filled her beautiful lustful nude body from head to toe with a deep, wonderful, overwhelming sexual ecstasy. At last the orgasm subsided, and she lay back, spent. Her eyes were closed, and her lips slightly parted. Her head was still slightly arched back, and she gently and lazily caressed a breast with one hand, while the other hand traced slow idle circles over her pussy and pubic hairs. She was gratified, full, and complete at last.

All this time I had been barely touching my shaft, which stayed at rigid attention and threatened to go beyond at every slight touch. I slowly waited for Nikki to recover, lightly playing with myself and looking over her wonderfully glowing soft naked body. She looked so relaxed, inviting, and beautiful. I wanted so badly to go over to her, lay on top of her, and penetrate her warm wet sex - I imagined how wet, full and soft it would feel around my cock right after her orgasm. She lay like this for a long time, and I just sat and worshipped her body silently, fantasizing about every luscious curve. And in particular that soft inviting mouth...

At last, without opening her eyes she whispered "Mark, I know you want to come....I know your cock is so big and hard and feels so good...so ready to come...do you want to hear the end of the story?" My cock throbbed with a new level of urgency, and all I could muster was an out of breath "Uh-huh...yes...oh yes please..."

Speaking slowly and calmly, she continued her narrative. "After Michelle came, Jack turned her over. He fucked her from behind and slapped and played with Michelle's ivory-white smooth little ass. It looks cute in her cheerleader dress, but so much better in the nude, with a hard cock stroking in and out of her glistening pussy. Jack couldn't last long after his little slut's horny performance, and at last he pulled her onto her knees, in front of the couch. He sat on the edge of it, his enormous swollen cock sticking straight out. Michelle seemed to know what to do, and began to slowly rub the dick on her tender ruby lips and her face. She flicked her little tongue out and licked the end, tasting his pre-cum often. All the while her slender little hands were wrapped around his manhood - one around the thick shaft, the other underneath tickling and playing with his balls." At this point Nikki was out of her relaxed post-orgasmic trance. She was propped up on her elbow, actively watching me play with myself. I was used to playing with my erect cock, but not normally with an audience watching intently. But the grin on her face let me be uninhibited in playing with and stroking my cock, and freely letting my pleasure show. 

On she went with her story - "Every once in a while she slid her whole mouth down the cock as far as she could, which was only about halfway. Oddly enough, she looked even more pure and innocent with that big cock in her mouth, since her cute little features looked so out of place next to my husband's almost-squirting dick. A mouthful of dick is not a sight you normally associate with cute little teenage cheerleaders - or at least I don't." She raised an eyebrow inquisitively, as though to ask if I thought of Michelle that way. I was in the throes of passion, but managed a weak smile and shrug in acknowledgement. Of course I had fantasized about Michelle smiling and sucking with a big dick in her cute little mouth. It probably took about 2 seconds after I first met her last summer for that image to flash across my mind....boys will be boys.

"Of course you think of that, you nasty boy." She laughed at my implied acknowledgement of my perverted thoughts, and continued on. "So there she sat sucking and licking my husband's cock. I was still naked on the floor playing with myself, eagerly watching his dick for the first sign of eruption. I felt a little better that he wasn't going to put all his juice in her pussy - all we need is a paternity suit. And besides, this way I would get to watch it come out. He was on the edge of coming, I could tell - he was drawing it out, enjoying the moment, enjoying this cute little teen girl servicing his big cock. Does that turn you on to think of watching Michelle give head? She really does have the softest young glistening lips. Have you noticed that? I like the lip gloss she uses - it makes her lips always looks so wet and inviting, ready at any moment to get on her knees to pleasure a man's cock with her cute little mouth and face. Do you like that? Does that turn on your cock? Would you like to see Michelle with cum dripping down her face? You like it when girls lick your hard dick?" She was playing with me now...at each question I could barely murmur "oh...God..yes...I do". I could have cum any second, but I wanted to hear the end of the story, and savor and prolong the delicious pleasure of playing with myself in front of Nikki. Her gaze was like a soft gentle touch on the underside of my cock. I liked it that she was watching me do this. 

"Well Jack liked it too...the first squirt flew out and went in her hair. She smiled at her success and continued to rub, tickle, touch, and suck my man's orgasming cock. Another spurt came out in her mouth. I could see his balls contracting and his body shake with each spurt. She took it into her mouth all the way, and I could see that he spurted again with it all the way in there. I could see her startle a bit, and then a big thick blob of cum ran out the corner of her mouth and down her chin. She took it out to get her breath back but still her tongue flicked across the head and her little feminine fingers danced up and down his still-squirting tool. She looked up at him and smiled, enjoying the shower of his affection. As he looked down at her with wonder and awe, two more great spurts of semen squirted out of his dick, both landing across her pretty little face, making her look the the horny slut that she is. His cum looked so good on her face...do you like to come on girl's faces? Are you about to squirt your cum?" Now she could see I was irreversibly on the way to ecstasy. As she said these nasty things she began leaning forward, closer and closer, until her face was right in front of my erection, as though she was talking directly to my excited cock. Still staring lovingly at my dick, she whispered seductively but urgently "...You want me to suck on it while you come? I would love to do that for you..." 

I didn't need more of an invitation. I was over the edge and couldn't stop. I stood up and my hard cock went straight to her mouth. The head felt heavenly inserted at last into the inviting wetness of her mouth...her nasty horny mouth that told such uninhibited sexual stories. I immediately felt the undeniable swelling and throbbing, and at last released my pent-up desire. The first squirt went right inside her mouth. Then, like Michelle, she let it run down her chin as she grasped my cock and rubbed it all over her face. She smiled and looked up at me with her beautiful green eyes, and seemed to be enjoying, savoring, and making out with my still-squirting penis. Her slender feminine fingers worked with great skill up and down the shaft of my orgasming cock, and lightly behind my balls. I could tell she really knew how to suck cock. More semen came gushing out. The next spurt went clear over her head and landed on her back as she leaned over to suck me off. She aimed it down more, not wanting to waste any of my precious juice, and continued to let it squirt generously all over her face and lips, while she kissed and suckled all over my dick with lustful enthusiasm. After a few more spurts in the face, thinking that I was done, she opened her mouth to lick the tip of my dick and get the last of the juice. But the sexiness of her inviting mouth brought forth a last big squirt, which went all over her mouth, tongue and lips. The fresh semen all over her mouth lubricated it generously, so that the next delicious stoke of her mouth down my hard tool was luxuriously wet, warm, and slippery. As she let it slide deep into her mouth, cum dripped forth out of her mouth all the way down. As my orgasm subsided, she continued to suck and lick up and down the shaft, softly talking to me ..."Nice hard cock...I love it all over my face...did that feel good?...I'm so glad you let me do that just for you...". I was so wonderfully fulfilled and satisfied as I stood there receiving her lustful cock worship. 

Eventually I sat down. We relaxed for a while, recovering our composure. I noticed that instead of wiping my cum off her face, Nikki just sat back on the couch and let it drip freely. It dripped down her chin, over her breasts and down her tummy. I was a little afraid it would drip down to her pussy and make her pregnant, but she seemed unconcerned. I told her she looked very pretty like that - it was starting to make me horny all over again. She said "I wanted to leave it on me for a while....just like Michelle." I looked curious, and she explained. "After Jack finished cumming on her face, the cuddled for only a moment, and then apparently decided it was time to go. I wonder if Jack thought he should get her out of the house well before my scheduled arrival. Probably so. But instead of wiping her face off, she just got dressed, being careful not to wipe off the cum off as she got dressed. They laughed apparently at this, and as she finished dressing, he gave her a little kiss, avoiding most of his cum, but still getting a bit on his lips. They laughed and cooed about this. Meanwhile, realizing that they were done and about to come into the room, I was frantically collecting my clothes and throwing them on. I left the house and came over here. I didn't really think it through, but of course I was sexually on fire, after all that masturbating without an orgasm. It felt so good to let it go at last. Oh, God how I needed that orgasm."

"Felt pretty good for me too," I said. Nikki rose to get dressed, and like Michelle, left the cum on her face as she put on her bra and pulled her little sun dress over that hot horny body. She looked sexy puting her panties and pumps back on. At last she was finally dressed like she was when she arrived, except now with clear tracks of my dripping cum spurts across her pretty face. She walked over to the mirror and looked at herself, apparently pleased with the way she looked, posing and admiring. She did look very hot that way. I briefly thought of how nice it would be to go on a walk with her - exhibiting our lust so clearly on her face - the thought brought a fleeting rise out of my spent cock. Somehow I knew this was just the beginning of a summer of wild sexual exploration and adventure.

Epilogue : 

Eventually Nikki reluctantly wiped the cum off her pretty face, and went back home to have a talk with Jack. But that is another story. And we learned later the rather surprising reason Michelle left Jack's cum on her face - apparently she was less innocent than she looked. She and Jack were in the habit of patronizing a particular 1-hour photo developing booth. It turns out that they had been taking some pictures of their earlier sexual trysts, and always took them to be developed at the same time of evening, so as to hand them to the same overwhelmed young boy - a classmate of Michelle's. That was one of several of their kinky games - to tease and torment this poor boy to the point of squirting in his pants. She had sworn him to secrecy, saying she would share her experiences and photos with him if and only if he kept her secret. Their plan was to tease him and work him to a frenzy all summer and then at long last invite him over and let him fuck hot little naked Michelle. They eventually carried out this plan, much to his badly-needed relief no doubt. But that particular evening she was going over to see him with fresh cum on her face to pick up the photos of an earlier fuck with Jack. That was what they were laughing about as Nikki ran out of the house - they planned how she would meet the boy, and pretend not to know that she had cum on her face, and ask for the photos. 

When she got there, the boy looked at her curiously - she asked what was the matter, and he said cautiously "Um....what's that on your face?" 

She then swept up a big glob with her finger and said "Oh, that must be my lover's cum - I just now sucked his cock, and he squirted cum all over my face. He got me all naked and fucked me first, and I had a really great orgasm on his hard cock...mmmm, my pussy feels so good and wet right now. It felt so good to orgasm with his big hard cock filling me up, just like in these pictures." 

Then she proceeded to lick her fingers off and wipe the rest of it off her face and suck it down, looking straight at him and saying seductively "Mmmm, this stuff tastes so good...I love to lick the cum off of a boy's still-hard dick after he lets it go all over my face and mouth, " and so drive him to a new height of frenzied desire for her hot sexy young body.

Anyway, I saw these photos later, and discovered first-hand that their fucking and Michelle's young budding body were every bit as erotic as Nikki described. I can only imagine how that poor virgin boy felt handing beautiful, provocative Michelle her naked, sexually explicit photos, while she smiled back at him with the scent of her pussy still strong all over her body, and a man's fresh cum dripping all over her cute little face.