Sam was on her back as he drove his large cock deep inside of her. As a 27 year old agent, she had developed a reputation for busting management's balls and getting mega deals for her client athletes, and Dave Williams was no exception. Earlier in the day, she had secured a 5 year 80 million dollar deal for the starting pitcher with the Yankees. Now they were securing the deal as he pounded into her body.
Samantha, or Sam as she was known around the locker rooms had always felt an attraction for the female body and scent, but she found sex with women was just too tame and too easy, and she needed a bit of a challenge and liked her sex a bit on the rough side. She was a bit on the stocky and muscular side at 5'5" and 165 pounds but her beautiful face and sexual skills never left her wanting for a partner.
As Dave kept thrusting, she felt him slowing, and knew it was time to take matters into her own hand. She wrapped her thick legs around his 6'3" 240 pound muscular frame and grabbed his shoulders to twist and bulldog him off her and toss him to his back. She was able to keep his thick cock inside of her and without missing a beat, began to ride him hard and fast, slamming her hot pussy into his balls.
It amazed Sam that a prime male athlete in perfect shape could be so totally "taken" and she had yet to find a man who could come close to match her sexual prowess. She was hoping for at least one orgasm from Dave, but as she pounded him savagely and bit into his chest and neck, she knew she was going to have a bad case of female "blue balls" and would have to service herself later.
The spunk and fight had disappeared from Dave, disappointing Sam, so she continued to pummel him with her pussy as he lay rigid defensively beneath her as she played the role of the aggressor. Dave tried to meet her animal thrusts, but was no match for her as she rode him like a woman possessed, and sank her teeth into his neck, nearly drawing blood.
All Dave could do was lay helpless under her attack and let the uncontrollable passion build. He had long ago lost all control to this beautiful sturdy woman, and began to writhe and moan as her pussy continued to milk him. Hearing him beg and moan had removed the challenge and excitement for Sam, so she decided to finish him off, sucking roughly on his neck as she thrust faster, causing him to tense every muscle in his body, and thrust up into her exploding in a huge orgasm crying out in ecstasy.
As his cock began to soften, Sam figured that the fun and games were over for the night. God, she longed for that feeling of total ecstasy with a partner, but if the crème de la crème athletes of the male species couldn't match her sexually and provide that missing fire, she was not likely to find it with mere mortal men.
Sam accepted the accolades from Dave of how great the sex was, kissed him goodbye and sent him on his way before getting herself off with her vibrator and turning in. Tomorrow was going to be a busy day as she checked out a new 18 year old tennis phenom playing Maria Sharapova in the finals at the US Open.
Sam arrived at Ashe stadium well before the final got underway. Maria Sharapova was a known quantity hawking everything from perfume, to cameras to tennis balls. Her young teen opponent, Jamie Summers however, had come out of nowhere to make the finals, and the fact that she wasn't yet represented by an agent made Sam salivate.
Sharapova entered the court first, followed by the 18 year old high schooler. Samantha knew that all eyes were probably on the statuesque Sharapova with her model's face and body, but when she caught a glimpse of Jamie, she couldn't contain an audible gasp. Unlike Sharapova's long lean lines, Jamie was more compact and full bodied. Samantha estimated that she was probably 5'7" and 170 pounds. The 170 pounds was incredibly placed as Sam took in the full breasts, thick calves and thighs and full round buttocks.
Jamie was wearing a one piece outfit with the top molded to her breasts like a sports bra, with thin material encircling her neck and leaving her large tanned arms bare. When Jamie raised her arm to take practice serves, Sam noticed tufts of brown hair in her armpits, and had to smile to herself.
"Hmmm. Spunky little lady has a mind of her own and a rebellious streak in her. No slave to female fashion for this girl"
What was it about this young teen that caused her stomach to do flip flops? She had never felt this sexual urge or excitement over anyone, especially a woman, who seemed to exhibit a strong dose of being a tomboy, mixed with the development of full-bodied voluptuous woman.
The National Anthem was followed by a Blue Angels flyover, and then the match was on. If the young teen felt any butterflies, they were not in evidence as she went up an early break on Sharapova, then held her serve for the rest of the set to go up 6-4, winning the first set.
Sharapova called on all her experience and was able to come back and win the second set in a hard fought tie-breaker. The third set was equally impressive and the 23,000 fans were going ballistic, letting both players know how grateful they were at the high quality of tennis. The match had gone nearly three hours as the 3rd set tie-break ended, with Sharapova hitting a blistering passing shot to take the championship.
Sam couldn't remove her eyes from the sweat drenched top of the young beauty as she could plainly see the nipples protruding from the material. The sweating gleam of her body only added to the feeling of unexplainable lust that Samantha was feeling. She knew that she would have to talk with this young teen. Ideally, she would die for a chance to hold this strong young woman in her arms, but if she couldn't have that, she would love the chance to represent her as her agent.
Sam waited for the awards ceremony, a lame interview with Bud Collins, and for Jamie to shower and change. She finally saw the young beauty exit the women's locker room and stepped up to introduce herself.
"Excuse me Ms. Summers. I wanted to tell you what a great match you played."
"Thank you. Would you like me to sign your program?"
Sam smiled and reached into her pocket for a business card. "No, I was just wondering if I could have a bit of your time, to discuss possibly represent you in your career."
Jamie took the card and studied it.
"Samantha (Sam) Justice. Well well well. You're legend precedes you. Ball-busting agent to the stars so they say. My High School coach told me that if I ever went Pro, I should look you up. I never dreamed Ms Ball-buster could be so attractive though."
Sam felt her heart skip a beat and her face grow crimsoned as the young woman surveyed her body from head to toe. She had always been the one to be in control of every situation, so how could this confident young teen be making her feel like a nervous school girl?
Samantha took a deep breath and tried to return to business to regain her composure. "I'm staying at the Waldorf Historia on Park Avenue. If you don't have plans with your family, I would love to discuss possibly representing you over dinner. The Bull and Bear restaurant in the hotel is known for their cuisine, and I imagine you worked up a bit of an appetite out on court."
"That sounds good. You wouldn't mind if I sent my family on their way and got a ride with you would you?"
"Not at all. I have the black Beamer parked over there."
