I rolled over on top of Anna Kournikova when we both woke up the morning after her defeat in the Wimbledon final. I hardened quickly, in anticipation of the soft inside of her pussy walls. I teased her by rubbing my engorged head along her slit, causing her to moan with frustration. I grinned, I was in control. I pushed in a bit, releasing a squeal of delight from the Russian beauty. I quickly pulled out again, the head of my cock now covered in her pussy juices. I pushed in again, this time all the way, causing her to scream in pleasure, her eyes filled with pure lust. I slowly began to pull my cock out of her then violently push it back in, each thrust causing a groan from my lover. The slow pace was driving both of us crazy, but it made everything more pleasurable. My swollen dick was in heaven, surrounded by the velvety soft, warm walls of her pussy. I began to pick up the pace, and Anna began to buck her hips against my thrusts. I could tell she was getting closer to her climax with every powerful thrust from my cock. Low, seductive moans were uttering from her lips as my large cock gave her immense pleasure. Suddenly, she let out a scream and her pussy started to contract around my invading cock, making me cum as well. I let out a groan of relief as I emptied my balls into her more than willing pussy. She screamed again, still in the throes of orgasm,
"Oooooohh, yes, keep going, fuck me harder..." her voice died as her orgasm ebbed away. I pulled my softening cock out of her and collapsed onto the bed beside her.
I was driving home in my car, thoroughly depressed. Anna and I had been interrupted by her coach, knocking on the door and telling her that she needed to get up and prepare to go home. We had exchanged phone numbers and promised to get together again. As I arrived home, I noticed that my phone was showing a voicemail message. I played it,
"Hey, Grant it's me," Anna's voice said softly, "thank you for the great night we had together. I won't forget it in a hurry. I've posted tickets to the French Open to you as a little present, perhaps we might see each other while we are there." My heart leapt at the thought of another night with her. "I hope to see you again soon, and if I win the open, I may just have a little surprise for you," she giggled naughtily, "Bye bye" Then the line went dead.
Two weeks till the French open, and the tickets came through my letter box. Inside was a ticket to get me into one game in every round of the tournament, even the final. It even came with a plane ticket and a letter.
"Dear Grant,
I trust you are well. Hope you get these on time, and hope to see you at the tournament.
Lovingly yours
Anna"
Also enclosed, much to my surprise and excitement, was a picture of Anna. Not just any picture. She was naked and blowing me a kiss. Her perfect breasts hung beautifully from her body, her nipples erect. Her slim stomach and stunning ass made her figure all the more appealing. Her face was gorgeous, lips pouted in a kiss; I would never forget having those fantastic lips wrapped around my cock, giving me an underwater blow job. Just looking at the picture, my dick instantly grew hard and I decided to go and relieve myself. I gently stroked my stiff cock as I remembered every tiny detail of the night I spent with the Russian tennis star, every curve in her figure, every fold of her pussy, how sweet she had tasted, how soft her tits were. I closed my eyes, remembering just how sexy she had looked, with that look of utter bliss on her face as she came. I came quickly, groaning as my cum shot all over the picture of her. I cleaned up, and then went to bed.
I sat in first class on the flight over to France. It was my first time in first class and it was fantastic, the seats were great, each pair had a curtain you could pull round to get some privacy. I lay back with my CD player on. I closed my eyes and waited for sleep to come over me. I barely noticed the sexy brunette slip into the seat next to me and pull the privacy curtain round the pair of seats. I wouldn't have noticed had she not placed her hand on my crotch and give my member a quick squeeze through my jeans. My eyes shot open and I sat upright.
"Who are you?" I demanded of the visitor, removing my headphones.
"I'm Helen, I'm a tennis player, and Anna says hi." She dropped me a wink as she said this and my heart jumped. Anna? How? She continued speaking, "Anna told me about you...she speaks very highly of your cock. Anna has been training me for some time now, and she told me to um... keep you company on the plane as I'm not playing in the tournament." She smiled at me and straddled my lap in my seat. I didn't have time to ask any more questions before she was kissing me, her tongue exploring my mouth. Her hands groped under my shirt and she ran them over my chest. I overcame my shock and began to kiss her back. My hands felt for her small, pert tits and gave them a squeeze through the tight fitting top she was wearing that clung to her curves, accenting her hour glass figure. She fumbled with the buttons of my shirt and quickly had my top half naked; she kissed down my neck and down my chest. I fingered the bottom of her tight top and with one movement slipped it over her head revealing her tits, partially hidden behind a lacy bra. I quickly unclipped her bra and went back to fondling her. By this time her hands were working my trousers open, freeing my trapped dick. When she pulled my trousers and underwear to the ground she gasped as my eight inches sprang free, its purple head glistening with pre-cum. She conquered her astonishment instantly and began licking the shaft sending shivers of pleasure running down my spine. She took each ball in her mouth separately and massaged them with her talented tongue. She licked again from the base to the head and then took it all into her mouth.