The Tennis Temptress

The Tennis Temptress The Tennis Temptress

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

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Jerry didn't realize that when he agreed to coach Debbie in her tennis matches that the closeness between them would result in both of them cheating on their partners, but the sex becomes a part of her success on the tennis court.

Summary

Jerry didn't realize that when he agreed to coach Debbie in her tennis matches that the closeness between them would result in both of them cheating on their partners, but the sex becomes a part of her success on the tennis court.

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Submitted: March 06, 2016

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The Tennis Temptress

Debbie Dalton had known since her pre-teen years that she could be successful playing tennis. She was tall with long strong legs and her serve often intimidated her opponents. When she first joined the USTA at her parent’s urgings, she nearly won many of her matches without much of a struggle, but she never got the trophy.  Just after she turned 19 she was approached by Jerry Grayson, a local tennis pro. He convinced her that with some serious attention to her faults and hard practice, she could move well on the circuit and make money.

The following year had been a bitter sweet time for Debbie; she was away in training sessions and didn’t see her boyfriend except for on weekends. Then when she went on the road to play more lucrative matches, the weekends with him became fewer and fewer.

She had become close to Jerry, her coach, because they traveled so much together. They always stayed in separate rooms, of course. He was older and married to a previous tennis pro, but he was empathetic to Debbie’s loneliness and frustration. The upside to the whole arrangement was that Debbie was indeed getting better and more competitive.

When she reached and won the quarterfinal match for the first time in her career, she realized the social attention and financial gain of her growing success, and she took a quick flight home to be with her boyfriend to share her excitement. And her body. Her aggressiveness in bed surprised them both and she assumed the dominant role easily.

When she returned to her hotel room next to Jerry the following Monday morning he banged on the connecting door to her room before she had even unpacked.

“Where have you been?” He fumed. “You need your rest before the match tomorrow!”

“I feel relaxed and rested, don’t worry Jerry,” she responded.

 

The following day Debbie entered the court for the semifinal match with the poise and confidence of a seasoned player. During the warm ups she was almost radiant and her shots went exactly where she wanted them. She beat her opponent in two straight sets, 6-2 and 6-2 and had energy left to spare.

That night she and Jerry were in her room and discussed her strategy for the finals, set for the next afternoon.

“By the way, Deb, you were spectacular out there today. You were ready; I’m proud of you,” Jerry complimented.

“That’s because I flew home and fucked away my anxiety, Jerry. I need a little relaxer the night before a big match to loosen me up, not just dinner and a nap.”

“Well, tomorrow is important and there’s no time for you to fly home again, Deb; we can’t afford that.”

Debbie surprised him by pressing herself against him, circling her arms around his neck. She drew her face close to his. Jerry wanted so badly to kiss her, to take her, but he didn’t think it was the right thing for her. His wife had been a tennis pro on the circuit at one time and she would assume that Jerry would be sleeping with Debbie anyway, but he didn’t want Debbie to be serious about him.

“Jerry, I’ve seen you watching me when I’m dressing and undressing, pretending to be focusing on my tennis when in reality you were focusing on my legs.”

“Deb, you know I’m not going to sleep with you; I think it’s too much to expect from me. Yes, I’ve looked at your body and you make me hot, but I don’t think fucking you will help your game.”

She kissed him on the lips softly and pressed her lips firmer until his lips responded. She felt his cock pressed between them. She smiled to herself and thought, “Got you, you fucker.” She decided to play with him and at least get what she felt she needed to play well. She stepped back and quickly disrobed, her eyes glued to his. Jerry’s eyes moved with her hands as she peeled away her clothing, a piece at a time. He made no move to stop her.

When she was standing naked before him she spread her legs and crossed her arms over her chest. “Go down on me, Jerry.” She said.

He stood mesmerized and reluctant, although he wanted her body. “What?” he asked.

“You know you want to lick me, to see if I taste as good as your wife. Come on, then, give me the relaxation I need to play well tomorrow; lick my pussy, Jerry, and make me come.”

He hesitated for what seemed like minutes to her but was actually seconds, and then he knelt on the carpet between her feet. She knew he wanted to do this by the look on his face as he extended his tongue and slid it through her dark brown patch, seeking her wetness. Soon his tongue was exploring her depths and he closed his eyes.

Debbie could hardly contain her excitement, having him submit so easily to her needs. His face was warm between her thighs as his tongue lapped into her, searched inside her again and again. His hands found the cheeks of her ass and he pulled her lower body against him. She held his head for balance and let his mouth have her body.

When Jerry’s lips captured her clit, Debbie gasped and held her breath; she was already close to a climax and she wanted it badly. But she also wanted to postpone it, savoring the pleasure of his mouth on her pussy, and the power she felt standing over him. Unfortunately for her, Jerry was so engrossed in his task that he doubled his efforts, and she reluctantly let her orgasm take control of her body.

Her legs shook such that she almost fell, but Jerry held her in place until her shuddering and moaning came to a slow halt. When he moved away from her, his face glistened with her juices. His eyes told her that he was hers for the asking, for the taking.

Debbie stumbled to the nearest chair and sat down, exhausted but satisfied for the moment. This would be enough to ease her anxiety for tomorrow’s match. Soon she walked by Jerry as he still sat on the carpet and stroked his face with her hand as she passed. When she was back in her room she closed the connecting door.

 

The next day Debbie struggled in the finals match against a lower ranked player and they ended up in a tie breaker. The tie breaker lasted almost 30 minutes but Debbie finally gained the advantage and then won with two ace serves. She was ecstatic, jumping up and down on the court. As soon as she received her trophy and hurriedly left courtside and rushed directly to the hotel, skipping the usual media circus and a shower in the locker room.

When Jerry realized she had disappeared he went back to the hotel and knocked on the connecting door between their rooms.

“Come in, Jerry; I’ve been waiting for you,” she called.

When Jerry opened the door, Debbie was standing by the bathroom door in a robe; her hair still wet from an obviously recent shower. As he entered and closed the door behind him, Debbie opened the robe to reveal her naked body, still pink and glowing from her hot shower. The contrast of her dark pubic mound and the white robe immediately drew his attention. He knew he had to fuck her and that she wanted it as much as he.

He undressed as he crossed the room. Debbie dropped the robe and strode towards him. As soon as they met she pushed him to the floor. He tried to play with her small breasts as she kissed him and he was hard in seconds. Feeling his arousal between them, Debbie reached down and guided it inside her. She sat up with her hands on his chest and rode his cock at a furious pace. Jerry tried to warn her but she was on fire.

Jerry grunted and jettisoned his load into her within five minutes. He relaxed his body underneath her and she promptly reacted.

“Don’t stop, Jerry, I didn’t come…”

He rolled her over and clambered slightly away. “Get on your knees,” he said.

As soon as she was on her knees Jerry reinserted his cock into her wet pussy. Grabbing her hips he began to move his hips against her. She reached under and her fingers found his balls. She toyed with them until his cock was fully erect again and plunging into her. Jerry held on to her hips and thrust into her as hard as he could.

Debbie’s fingers worked on her clit. She moaned constantly as his cock began working her up into an orgasm. “Oh yeah…that’s it…..that’s it…don’t stop…..that’s it, just like that!”

Jerry felt her pussy contracting on his cock and he plunged faster, his sweat dripping off his chest onto her backside. Her fingers were still moving on her clit and as soon as he heard her announce her orgasm, he joined her. She backed against him as his cock exploded inside her. He let go of her hips and let her use his cock until she was satisfied. When it finally fell free of her pussy, she lay down on the carpet, out of breath but smiling broadly.

“Oh fuck, Jerry, that was hot; so good. Thanks.”

Jerry lay beside her on the carpet, not sure of what he should say or feel. “I know; I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time, Deb, but I didn’t think you would let me.”

Debbie smiled and rolled into his arms and kissed him with a quick peck on the lips.

“Well, now you know that the night before a match is an open invitation, and to keep things in perspective, only the nights before a match, okay?”

“I’m okay with that,” replied Jerry.

Then Debbie began to laugh, “But I need to play a LOT more matches!”

 


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