Caroline Wozniacki

by itscalledhazing

story tags: tennis, anal, blonde, oneonone, bet, gambling

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Caroline's mouth gets her in trouble, can she get out of it?

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"Cause I give the best blowjob in the business!"

The shock rippled through the gathered press even the pretty tall
blonde behind the dozen microphones looked a little shocked at what she
had just said. Caroline Wozniacki was the current female world number
one tennis player. She had just lost in the second round of another
grand slam and now she was trying to answer the same tired, repetitive
questions that she had answered since she became the top ranking
player.

The question that warranted her shocking answer was the most common
question that she had been asked ever since she became world number
one, "Why exactly are you rated the worlds best?" She had become bored
with the question and so as a joke she had made the quip hoping that
the journalists could actually sense her sarcasm. Yet the shocked
reaction told her that the journalists had believed what she had just
said.

"Wait a second, I was just joking... I'm world number one cause I'm the
best player on the circuit and well the stats don't lie." she forced
herself to smile though in reality she was trying to work out how much
she would get fined if she left midway through the press conference.

The same person spoke up again, "But you're not!" he was now standing
up pointing his pencil at the annoyed looking Caroline, "I mean come
on; you can't believe you're better than the William's sisters or
Sharapova. They win grand slams yet all you win is competitions no one
knows or even cares about." Several times Caroline had tried to
interrupt him but failed as he carried on pointing his pen and arguing.
"Just take a look around; I think anyone in this room could beat you!"
the laughter rung out around the room as the man grinned inanely,
pleased with his put down.

His shit eating grin riled Caroline, she had been called rubbish lots
of time, she had been told that she would get her ass handed to her by
pretty much every woman on the circuit, but saying an overweight
journalist could beat her was one step too far. With anger etched on
her face she stood up too and threw down her challenge. "If any of you
dickheads can beat me then I'll gladly fuck you!" she glared into the
eyes of the journalist who had dropped his gaze in astonishment.

"You hear me! I'll fuck your fucking brains out if you can beat me.
Best of three games for everyone with a press pass then we'll see what
you have to say after I kick your asses." storming from the room she
left the journalists shouting for more questions.

Five minutes later an embarrassed looking woman walked out to face the
frenzied crowd who quickly calmed down. "Hello, I'm a representative of
Miss. Wozniacki. She would like me to say that she is deadly serious
about this offer and she will post more details on her website very
soon. That is all!" As she turned to leave, the journalists scrambled
for their smart phones and laptops searching for her website hoping for
something to appear but there was nothing there.

Quickly the journalists agreed to keep quiet about the situation, not
wanting to draw any attention to their once in a lifetime opportunity.
Fifteen minutes later and they had set up practice partners, booked
every single court available, and decided who would be challenging
Caroline first.

The people of Wimbledon had heard of tennis fever hitting the capital,
but having queues of middle aged men waiting by every court was
something totally different. Though even more unusual were their
screams of frustration when they missed a shot or hit the ball out of
play. Having watched hours upon hours of professional tennis, the
journalists naturally thought that some of it would have sunk in. Yet
even with continuous practice they weren't getting any better. By
nightfall most of them had given up and headed back to their hotel
rooms, their bodies aching from the unexpected workout. Those that
stayed were now reaching John McEnroe anger levels, smashing their
racquets to the ground in a fit of rage.

There was one however who was still on the practice court. He had only
come out when all the courts were free, giving him the freedom and
privacy he craved. His name was Craig Masters, an amateur journalist
for a free local paper who had been given a press pass for the day from
a close friend in the media department. In his mid-twenties, Craig was
an ex semi pro tennis player who had fallen into the trap of gambling.
Winning a regional tennis tournament at the age of twelve, he was
offered the chance to join a prestigious Spanish tennis academy, a
chance that he willingly took. It was whilst he was playing lower
ranking European tournaments that he first started to gamble. Shooting
up the youth rankings and beating several players in the top 100 senior
rankings only fuelled Craig's gambling problem. He found himself
placing bigger bets, which more often than not he lost, sending him
deeper into debt.

He was riding high on his latest victory over a top twenty seed when
the loan sharks caught up with him, demanding their money back. Unable
to find £20,000 in seven days, Craig was forced to become one of their
players. They would place a bet on when he would lose a game, how many
unforced errors he would make or how many double faults he would serve.
He would get a share of the profits of the bets with the majority of
his share going to paying off his debt. He really should have felt
ashamed, but the thrill of throwing a game just added to his adrenaline
rush.

Being in the pay of criminal gangs should have taught him the error of
his ways but instead he carried on gambling. Once more he found himself
living in a dream, anything he wanted the gang gave to him yet,
unbeknownst to him; the tennis association was starting to catch onto
his irregular tennis matches and began the process of police
involvement.

When Craig first found out about the investigation it had already been
going on for three months, he should have curved his spending, and quit
throwing matches, but arrogantly he believed he was indispensable to
the academy and therefore untouchable to whatever they could throw at
him.

The reality of the situation was rather different than Craig thought.
The loan shark gang Craig had become involved with were under police
investigation and once they had gathered enough evidence they made
their arrests. Craig was arrested on suspicion of match fixing and
found himself spending a week in prison. Luckily for him the police
couldn't find a direct link between him and the gang, all of his
instructions were given to him by a middle man and money handed over to
him via casino chips. Luckily for Craig he was left alone by the media
due to several high ranking Russian and Eastern European players also
involved with betting irregularities. Despite being released without
charge, the tennis association quietened his involvement and banned him
from participation in any tennis events.

Forgotten, disgraced and penniless he headed home, gratefully taking a
job his father managed procure for him working for the local newspaper
in the sports section. With his parents help and constant supervision
he managed to stop gambling and despite his their worries, he carried
on playing tennis. Re-joining his old club, Craig helped them win the
county's league for the first time in their history. Now four years
later at the age of twenty six he found himself at Wimbledon sitting in
a press conference gazing at Caroline Wozniacki as she tried to explain
why she had failed to win yet another grand slam.

Craig smiled to himself when he heard a journalist asked her about why
she was world number one. He had been waiting for the question to
appear and just like clock work it did, pulling out his pad he readied
his pencil for her answer. Caroline's answer began to sink in as Craig
reread what he had written.

"Cause I give the best blowjob in the business!"

He knew it was a joke but it still amazed him that she would even say
something like that, especially to a room full of sex starved middle
aged journalists. Clearing his head of thoughts of Caroline on her
knees with his cock stuffed in her mouth, Craig distantly heard the
same journalist ask her again about the top seed position.

Once more he readied himself for a proper answer, yet once more her
answer left him stunned.

"If any of you dickheads can beat me then I'll gladly fuck you!"

Subconsciously he wrote down exactly what she said before watching her
storm out followed shortly by the appearance of her assistant. After
the assistant had given Caroline's instructions, the journalist who had
questioned Caroline stood up

"Listen guys, I know what you're all thinking but we need to decide who
gets to go first. Now as we all have press numbers we'll put them in a
hat and then pick them out at random." The room quickly agreed.

Somebody went around and collected all of the numbers while another
prepared to pull numbers. Once everybody's number was placed in the
hat, the journalists, with a collective deep intake of breath, waited
for their number to be called out. There were only three people in the
room when Craig started to get worried that his number wasn't actually
in the hat after all. Finally the last number was called, double
checking that it matched his, he let out a huge sigh of relief and
trying to keep calm he walked from the room.

When he had first joined the other journalists Craig had kept his head
down in fear that some of them would have recognised him yet as the
days passed they rarely looked at him let alone speak to him. It did
help that he wasn't important enough to have his name on his press pass
and he had gained fifteen pounds of weight since his playing days. With
all of the practice courts in use Craig made his way to a weed infested
council tennis court, getting out his racquet and balls he soon felt at
home and he began running his drills.

Whilst Craig slammed down another serve, Caroline was across the other
side of the city trying to work out a way to get out of the whole
thing. She had been furious as she left the press room but now she was
safe in her hotel room the realisation of what she had just said was
starting to set in. Pacing around the room Caroline had thought of
backing out, covering her tracks by claiming it was all a joke that got
carried away. It was only when her assistant reminded her that a room
full of journalists with phones, camera and microphones had heard
exactly what she had said. Her assistant also mentioned that if
Caroline retracted the deal, her comments would be online and nobody
needed to explain to her the implications of that happening. That would
be a career ending mistake.

Seeing her in distress, her assistant and coach encouraged her to go
out on the balcony in her suite and check out her competition
practicing on the courts on the grounds of the hotel. They reassured
her that none of the journalists would be able to beat her, and by
beating them, she would be able to shut them up once and for all. As
she stood on the balcony overlooking the middle aged men sweat
profusely as they missed shot after shot she felt great. Laughing, she
headed back up to her room and left a message on her website telling
the journalists to meet her on the hotel courts at 11am the next
morning. Happily she fell asleep looking forward to the next day.

The next morning she was up early, after relaxing in the shower, she
had some breakfast followed by a massage before heading down to the
courts with a spring in her step. She was wearing the same outfit from
the tournament, a tight white dress that was cut low down on her chest
and finished high up on her legs. Underneath she also wore her white
lycra shorts to protect her modesty, she was ready for action and
judging from the gaggle of journalists already assembled she wasn't the
only one.

"Wow what a turnout! All right, before you come on the court you need
to sign this piece of paper. It has your name and address on top of it
so make sure that it is yours and then you can sign it. It's just a
reminder to not tell anyone about this or I will sue you and the
address part is for my friends who will pay you a little visit if you
decide to talk!" She smiled at the men as she pulled her racquet from
her bag.

"My assistant will hand them out to you and once you sign it we can
begin," she pointed at the first person lined up, "You! You're up."

Jogging onto the pitch she stretched briefly before flicking a coin and
calling out heads. She had won the toss and chose to serve as she
watched the first person slowly walked over to the opposite end of the
court with the racquet trembling in his hands.

Ten minutes later, and without scoring a point, the journalist grumpily
stalked off the court. One after one the journalists took their place,
a look of eager anticipation their faces before they were soundly
beaten.

Craig finally got down to the courts just after midday when there were
only three journalists left, signing the document he talked to one of
the men and found out that Caroline had only lost six points all day
and only due to unforced errors.

Finally it was just him, Caroline, and her assistant left on the court.
Taking his place opposite Caroline he admired her tight body wrapped in
her skin hugging dress. He took another look at her perky chest and
noticed that she hadn't even broken a sweat. From watching the previous
match he could see that Caroline was getting cocky, trying trick shots,
drop shots and lobs, or making the rallies last for as long as possible
just for her amusement. Craig had actually been in the same position as
Caroline before, he had toyed with a opponent until finally the other
guy had threw his rack over the net and stalked off the court shouting
obscenities as he left.

Closing his eyes he muttered a silent prayer as Caroline flicked the
coin shouting out heads as she did. It seemed that someone had heard
him as he won the toss. Picking up two balls he suddenly became very
self aware of his small gut that protruded from his top. Shoving one of
the balls into his pocket he watched as Caroline tried to bounce the
ball on the frame of her racquet. "I'll serve first then," he yelled
over to her as he took his place on the base line and bounced the ball
twice before looking over at Caroline making sure she was ready.

He stopped for a second as he watched her bend over, swaying from side
to side waiting for his serve. From his angle he could see down her
dress and now he realised why all the other guys had failed to land a
serve, the view was just too distracting. Trying to rid himself of the
image he threw the ball in the air and swung his racquet, connecting
with the ball. It was his trademark body serve; the ball was aimed
directly at her and coming in fast. Shrieking in panic she fell to the
floor letting the ball sail over her.

"Fifteen love," he shouted over at her as she picked herself up looking
at him in amazement.

Smack the serve hit the far line and spun away from her outstretched
racquet, "30 love," quickly he moved to the other side. Waiting for
Caroline to get prepared he threw up the ball and hit the ball straight
down the line "40 love and that's game Mr. Masters!"

Each of his first serves went in though they weren't as fast as his the
first serve they were very accurate and with lots of spin. Of course it
helped that each time he let the racquet swing Caroline flinched
putting her at an immediate disadvantage.

Hitting the spare ball in his pocket over to Caroline he called out to
her, "One love to Mr. Masters, Miss. Wozniacki to serve!" His cheerful
voice irritated Caroline and she tried to come up with a witty response
but nothing came.

Picking up three balls she forced two into her shorts before bouncing
the other, she took a deep breath to ready herself as she looked over
at the man smirking on the other side of the net. As the ball was
thrown in the air Craig only had a split second to decide whether to go
to the left or right. Making up his mind he launched himself to the
left managing to get his racquet on the ball, sending it back to
Caroline who coolly dispatched her return straight at him hitting him
square in the chest.

The smarting in his chest was now starting to spread as he made his way
to the other half of his court. He was now fuming and that proved to be
his undoing as she aced him, with his mind elsewhere he didn't even
notice as the ball zoomed past.

Thinking back over the first two serves, Craig tried to remember
anything that Caroline had done that he could qualify as a weakness.
When he played against opposition there was always a tick or a tale
that gave him the advantage. Sometimes it was that they were young and
inexperienced, other times they just weren't any good, but there was
always something.

The only thing that stuck in his mind was that she brushed her hair
behind the ear on the same side that she was going to send the ball. He
only had two serves to go on but it was better than nothing. Readying
himself he watched her brush her hair behind her left ear, feigning to
her right he moved to her left and returned her serve down the line for
a winner. With Craig celebrating wildly, Caroline heard the voices in
her head telling her that she might not actually win this match.
Looking over the net she saw him hold up three fingers signifying how
many points left he needed to win.

The realisation that she could soon loose the match and her clothes to
this man was making her mouth dry and her heart race. Desperately, she
tried to think of a game plan but nothing was coming to mind, she
couldn't remember the last time she had been so nervous during a match.
Avoiding his gaze she pulled out a ball from her shorts and brushed her
hair behind her left ear before bouncing it on the floor.

It seemed that all her confidence had seeped from her and gone across
the net to Craig. His confidence was now sky high, he was even tempted
to try and toy with her. But he couldn't wait any longer, the quicker
he won the quicker he would be able to get his reward from her.

Noting that she had brushed her hair behind her right ear he readied
himself to receive the serve when she brushed her hair back three more
times. As he wondered exactly what the sign was supposed to mean,
Caroline was going through her service motion leaving him with no time
to move.

The ball came steaming down straight at Craig and quickly he raised his
racquet to protect his pride. The ball hit the frame and sailed over
her head as she charged towards the net ready for a volley. The ball
landed inside the baseline on Caroline's side, bringing the score to 30
all and Craig didn't wait to make sure that she knew about it.

He could almost taste the victory; he was playing for every single
journalist whom she had beaten. He just couldn't lose and as he watched
her serve sail wide he knew that there was someone looking favourably
down on him. Her second serve came towards him a lot slower, and with a
lot more spin on it. The ball hit the floor and hovered slightly in the
air just begging Craig to hit it, slamming the ball across the court.
She managed to return it down the line knowing that he couldn't reach
it. At the last second he decided to dive. Slamming into the floor he
felt his racquet vibrate in his hand as the ball struck the strings and
flew into the empty court.

"Thirty, Forty!" His whooping voice rung in Caroline's ears as she
watched him pick himself up. "One more point and you're all mine!" He
laughed as he skipped back to the base line.

Taking a deep breath, she tried to relax herself before throwing the
ball to the air and swinging her racquet. She kept her eyes on the ball
though soon she wished she hadn't as the ball bounced out.

As Caroline dropped her head in despair Craig couldn't help but rub it
in. "Out!" He yelled loudly, "Second serve Miss. Wozniacki!"

Caroline Wozniacki

by itscalledhazing (UID 1298984)

https://www.literotica.com/s/caroline-wozniacki

Caroline's mouth gets her in trouble, can she get out of it?

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She tried to ignore his taunts and get herself back in a positive frame
of mind but his deep voice echoed around the court again. "One love and
a break point, Mr. Masters!"

Unable to get into a positive frame of mind, Caroline felt like she was
going to cry, doubts were flying around her head. She knew that her
second serve was poor and now she had to rely fully on it. Taking a
deep breath she threw the ball up and struck it cleanly, following up
her serve she saw it hit the top of the net. The ball bounced up from
the impact, she willed it to drop on his side. As it dropped down, it
fell once more on the net before slowly dropping to the floor on his
side. Caroline lifted her hands to celebrate then she saw exactly where
the ball landed, it was out!

In the next ten seconds her whole body seemed to loose all its
structure. Slumping onto the floor she began weeping uncontrollably
whilst Craig celebrated wildly on the other side.

"Come on! Who's the best...? Woooo!" His voice reverberated around the
court as he threw his racquet in the air and stumbled over the top of
the net to kneel next to Caroline.

"Game! Set! Match! Craig Masters!!" He whispered in her ear, "now to
claim my reward!"

Without lifting her head she muttered, "Best of five?"

"Ha you must be joking. Come on, up you get, you need to fuck my brains
out. Well unless you want to do it right here," he looked around the
court, "actually that could be pretty fun!"

He got to his feet dragging Caroline up with him. "You know I'm really
tempted to jump on you right here!"

She turned to give him a cold stare before shoving past him to her kit
bag, using his silence as a chance for her to think about how to get
out of the arrangement but nothing appeared.

"Your room or mine?" Craig had shuffled up behind her, "Though I
suppose I need to check my parents aren't there first! That would be
embarrassing." He chuckled as his eyes were drawn to her ass sticking
out as she rummaged around in her bag.

Unable to resist the temptation his hand reached out and grabbed her
firm ass. He let out a gasp of appreciation something that wasn't
shared by Caroline. Turning around she grabbed his hand from her ass
and gripped it tightly as she hissed at him. "We're going to my room
and you'll have half an hour to do what you want but I never want to
see you ever again! Agreed?"

"I want one hour at every gland slam until you finally win one!" He
kept on eyeing up and down as he spoke.

"You'll get one hour now and that's it forever! You say no and I'm
gone." She growled at him daring him disagree with her.

"Deal, you are so much better at negotiations than tennis!" Craig joked
as Caroline purposely ignored his jibe.

She walked back inside followed by Craig, explaining to anyone who
looked their way that they were doing an interview. Though a good lie,
her voice still cracked when she spoke. When they got to her floor she
checked the hallway for her assistant and coach before quickly ushering
Craig into her lavish hotel room. It wasn't really justice to call the
room a room. It was technically an apartment with extravagant
furniture. Dropping her bag to the floor she headed straight for the
bathroom.

"I'm just going to freshen up then I'll be back out." Her voice wasn't
as venomous as it was on the court. She had come to the realisation
that the whole situation could have been a lot worse, and in some
warped way she saw it as a punishment for failing in the grand slam. As
she went to close the door behind her, it bounced back, revealing Craig
standing grinning inanely.

"My time starts now!" He tried to sound commanding but it came out an
octave higher. Grasping her hips he picked her up and carried her to
the bed before dropping her on it. Craig paused at the foot of the bed,
staring down at her. Her blonde hair was splayed out around her as she
stared up at him wondering what he was going to do. His eyes dropped to
her chest looking at her hard nipples jutting out from her thin dress.
Then smirking, he grabbed hold of her lycra shorts tugging them down
her soft hips, giving him his first glimpse of her glistening shaved
pussy.

Shuffling out of his own shorts he freed his cock before climbing onto
her pausing only when he could feel her thick plump pussy lips cushion
the tip of his shaft.

"W...wait...," she spoke softly, but one look into his eyes told her
any protest was futile, only receiving a grunt as he pushed forward.

"Fuck...," he let the word slowly escape his lips as he continued to
force his shaft into her. Her eyes opened wide whilst he continued to
groan. Thrusting the rest of himself into her, the roll of her eyes and
sharp gasp told him everything that he needed to know. He placed her
legs on his shoulders and bent down to kiss her light pink lips whilst
he pulled his cock from her. As he broke the kiss he slammed back into
her a loud gasp escaping her lips once they came together. Her eyes
fluttered each time he buried his cock inside her. Placing his hands on
her hips he lifted her hips from the bed grunting in her mouth as he
rutted against her.

Caroline was desperately trying not to get aroused but with his cock
stretching her and continuing to thrust inside her she couldn't help
it. Dropping her hands to his ass she dug her fingers in as she wrapped
her legs around him and returned his kiss. Feeling his cock throb
inside of her, she expected him to be near finishing but he kept on
thrusting until suddenly, he stopped. Squeezing his ass harder she was
reluctant to let him go, yet it was at that point Craig picked her up.
It felt to her that she seemed to sink deeper on his shaft as he turned
and slammed her back against the thin hotel wall causing it to shudder.
She whimpered before biting down on his shoulder as he thrust up into
her.

"Fuck you're tight," he grunted in her ear as his hands cupped her firm
ass, kneading each firm cheek.

Caroline could feel her climax nearing but Craig beat her to it,
burying his shaft into her, standing on his toes as all his muscles
strained. He had tried to warn Caroline, yet all that came out was a
strained yelp. Staggering back onto the bed he let her fall on top of
him as he flooded her pussy.

"No... no!!" She cried out in disappointment as he continued to fill
her up. Her frustration was two fold, first he had no condom and
secondly, she was so close to her own orgasm.

Flicking her hair back he took her head in his hands and kissed her.
Disentangling her legs from around his hips, Caroline pushed herself
off of him, letting his cock flop onto his stomach. Despite being so
close to an orgasm she shook off the disappointment and stood, picking
up her dressing gown as she did. Feeling his cum dribble down her legs
she made her way to the bathroom leaving a trail on the floor. She
grabbed a towel from the floor and threw it at Craig, "Clean up and get
out. Close the door behind you."

Taking hold of the bottom of her dress she slowly pulled it over her
head, in the brief time she had her eyes covered Craig had moved in
behind her. Quickly he whipped his shirt off and wrapped his hand
around her firm stomach pulling her against him.

"I... I said you could go now." She tried to sound angry but with his
fingers tweaking at her nipples it was hard to keep her cool. Keeping
his fingers on her nipple he turned her around and lifted her chin
forcing her to look up at him.

"I'm gonna go when you've fucked my brains out and as you can see..."
he tapped his head before continuing "... its still here." Cupping her
breast in his hand he carried on speaking. "So seeing as I'm going to
be here, I might as well take a shower!"

She let Craig take hold of her hand and pull her into the large shower
area before he closed the door behind them. She turned on the shower
enjoying the warm water rush over her body for a brief moment, she
actually forgotten she wasn't alone. Craig meanwhile was enjoying
himself immensely as he watched the water bounce off her firm body. He
walked around to face her knowing that she could sense him, but she
continued to ignore him. Picking up the shower gel he poured some onto
his fingers before reaching out to her taunt stomach, rubbing the
lotion into a lather.

Caroline shuddered from the initial impact of his fingertips, but his
soothing circular motions soon had her letting out small mews of
pleasure. He avoided her breasts and moved to her shoulder and neck
massaging them using the same technique his trainers had used on him in
his playing days.

When he pressed down with his thumbs on a couple of pressure points,
she let out a small groan; he had used the same technique on every girl
he had been out with and he never regretted it.

Gradually his fingers deftly moved towards her breasts before moving
back to her neck. Caroline was starting to get annoyed, being so close
to orgasm. His sensitive fingers were taking her close to the brink but
each time he moved down toward her breasts he deliberately avoided
them.

When he pulled away from her she was ready to jump him but she was
saved when she felt his hands cradle her ass. He focused on one cheek
at a time, straying dangerously close to her rose but withdrawing at
the last second.

As time passed he got more forceful touching her pussy lips then moving
to her asshole, she was starting to get used to his hands when he took
it to the next level.

Moving towards her rosebud he forced a thumb inside, hearing her swear
loudly as her muscles tried to relax around the intrusion. This was a
new experience for her but his forceful nature was a big turn on for
her.

His other hand was working on her pussy, flicking her clit before
pushing his finger inside in synch with the thumb in her ass. When he
felt her ass relax around his thumb he moved his hand from her pussy to
her ass and forced his other thumb alongside it inside her ass.

"Wh... what are you doing?" she grunted at him in pain as he slowly
stretched out her asshole. He decided to not tell her what his plan was
as he doubted it would help her relax.

Keeping his thumbs in her ass he stood up he quickly pulled them out
and replaced them with his cock.

"Please... w...wait..." her panicked pleas weren't enough for him as
she felt her tight asshole split to accept his cock. "Ahhh fuck..." she
hissed as he continued to push forwards.

Squirting more shower gel onto his exposed cock he feed his length into
her not stopping until his groin met her firm ass. Looking down he
admired her tight anal muscles as they stretched around his cock.
Trying to relax, Caroline continued to grunt, yet all he could do was
grin.

"I always wondered what 'your mouth shouldn't write cheques that your
ass can't cash' meant, and now I know!" he sniggered as her muscles
slowly started to relax, freeing his cock from her vice like grip.

Pulling his shaft from her he applied more gel before pushing back in,
this time his passage was far smoother and her satisfied groan told him
she enjoyed it too. Now with her ass more used to his cock he began to
pick up speed.

In between each grunt Caroline was starting to enjoy the full feeling
of her ass, the hot water cascaded down on the two of them. The steam
rising up blocked her view of everything that was happening but she was
definitely feeling it.

"Oh God!... fuck my ass," she grunted as she pulled her nipple. "I'm
sooo close..."

"How does the world number one like my cock in her ass?" he sneered at
her whilst he pulled her hair forcing her back to arch.

Slapping her ass he buried his cock her ass and stopped, "I'm waiting
for an answer?"

Caroline grunted in anger, she needed his cock but she didn't want to
beg for him, she was too proud. It was at this point that he slowly
pulled his cock from her ass until his tip was the only part left in
her ass.

"Shove that cock inside me... I'm soo close..." she screamed as he took
a hold of her nipple and tweaked. The sharp pain set off a trigger
inside her and she totally lost control.

Her pussy spasmed as her legs shuddered violently, she would have
fallen to the floor but his arms hooked underneath her stomach keeping
her upright.

Craig kept on thrusting in but he knew he couldn't last much longer,
with her ass muscles flexing around his cock sending him into
overdrive.

"Fuck I'm cummin..." He grunted as Caroline could only murmur in
response.

Burying his cock in her ass he let loose load after load filling her
ass as her orgasm started to finally fade.

She slumped forward resting against the glass feeling his swollen cock
twitch inside her as he gradually stopped spurting.

Turning her around to face him he slowly dropped to the floor pulling
her down with him as he kissed her neck and face whilst she continued
to shudder. Feeling the water rush off them he continued to grin
inanely.

"Now if you did that to all the journalists, none of them would ever
say a bad word to you ever again." Craig chuckled as he punctuated each
word with a kiss.

Caroline let out a feeble laugh, she would have said a witty remark but
she was too tired to do anything but rest her head on his chest. For
the next ten minutes Craig let her rest as he slowly began to stroke
her body, massaging the shower gel into her skin, focusing on her
breasts and pussy as she murmured in pleasure.

It took them another half an hour until they could finally leave the
shower under they own power. Having spent that amount of time naked
with a woman he had fantasized about daily, Craig was now ready for
round three.

When they got into the bedroom he watched as Caroline dropped onto the
bed. Unable to resist the temptation he quickly followed suite. He
slowly moved on top of her, letting his cock force its way inside her
whilst he showered her face and neck with kisses.

Having cum twice already Craig took his time slowly moving in and out
of her whilst she moaned in pleasure. Moving to her pert breasts he
took them in his mouth, sucking on them as he gently increase his pace.

Wrapped in each others arms Caroline could feel herself getting closer
to her climax. As he tensed, she scratched at his back and pulled him
closer letting the pleasure wash over her.

Whilst she climaxed, Craig continued to thrust in and out, kissing her
cute face wrinkled in pleasure. Rolling over onto his back he pulled
her with him as he let his climax take hold of him, filling her up for
the third time that day. He pulled her into an embrace and kissed her
on the cheek, "best hour ever!" he laughed as Caroline rolled away from
him.

"Alright then there's the door, use it." she looked at him with distain
on her face.

"Come on, how about the last hour? I think you enjoyed it too." he
kissed her brow as he flicked her nipple.

"I lost to you on purpose, I just needed a cock and you were the best
looking guy I could find." she pushed him away from her as she closed
her eyes signalling the end of her conversation.

"Ahh so now you think I look hot..." he shrugged. "I'll take that, I'll
just write down my number so when you get better at tennis you can give
me a call." he laughed again as he pulled on his clothes.

Writing his number on the pad he opened the door. Smiling he reached
for his phone and turned around as he took a picture of Caroline naked
on the bed. Three pictures later and her eyes flickered open. Knowing
his luck was up he ran with her protests ringing in his ears.

"Game. Set. Match. Mr. Craig Masters!"

Story Tags: tennis; anal; blonde; oneonone; bet; gambling

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