Wimbledon. A district and town of South West London, but the first thing you get when you look it up on the internet is the tennis results. Wimbledon is the home of the Lawn Tennis Association and hosts one of the most prestigious tennis tournaments in the world.

The internet contains abundant footage of top-class tennis players, umpires, line judges and ball boys and girls, all captured on high definition. What it doesn’t capture is what goes on behind closed doors, and it certainly doesn’t capture what happens after the event, whether in the dressing rooms or top-class hotels.

Petra Sveltetit from the Czech Republic recently won the open ladies championship for the third time in a row. She beat newcomer Jenny Gilbert in straight sets, six-four, six-two. Her behaviour on-court was exemplary, accepting decisions, rarely challenging the umpire and a constant friend to the ball boys and girls. Throughout the championship, she always had good things to say about all the officials, and it was no surprise to find that they wanted to assist and be on the court that she was playing on. Few ever made the grade but those that did were taken into Sveltetit’s confidence with a few favourites.

During the recent finals match, Sveltetit had to be taken out of the game for a few minutes to recuperate from a shot that had caught her between her legs. It wasn’t a particularly nasty blow, though the ball was travelling at over seventy miles an hour at the time. The main reason for taking the time to recuperate was because of the immediate and sudden shock to her pussy; it felt like it had been ravished by the biggest dildo in the world or slapped hard by a clit-paddle from the most accomplished Dom. Her clit needed time to calm down, though she would say that it never actually resumed its non-sexual state after it had been hit that hard. Petra compared it to being switched on at the mains and now there was no chance for her to be switched off because there was only one way to achieve that.

This happened on the first match of the second set and it was the main reason for her to finish the match as quickly as possible. Petra’s arousal was evident and the more she played, the more her pussy rubbed against the seam of her shorts, the more wanton she became. At one point in the fifth game of the second set, she closed her eyes in ecstasy as she served an ace. She was lucky, for if Gilbert had returned the serve, she would most likely have missed it.

There was little information in the newspapers to suggest that Sveltetit conducted herself inappropriately during the night, and during the day she smiled as if she were friends with everyone. No one saw the odd piece of paper she pocketed from her bag. No one saw her do anything but accept balls from the teenagers that manned the back of the court. No one saw her drop pieces of paper on the floor from her pocket that the ball boy or girl had to pick up.

The nonchalant shake of her head was all it took to make them keep the paper when it was handed back to her. They would pocket it as a souvenir for sure. Afterwards, they would read it before becoming excited by the words written on it and then they would ultimately act on it.

Sveltetit only picked the ones that she had formed some rapport with, some build-up of energy, whether it was a smile or a laugh or a secret glance.

Melissa Evans was one of the girls chosen and she definitely had rapport with Petra. She was chosen a year ago in the same way and it was all she could do to be on centre court for the final. She practically bribed everyone, in the nicest possible way, to be a ball girl at the back of the court. And it had worked.

Petra, of course, recognised her from their last meeting, but it was a while before she decided to drop the paper close to Melissa’s feet. Melissa didn’t even bother handing it back to her, she knew what it meant and she pocketed it with a huge grin on her face, all the while looking out for any other dropped pieces of paper that may have landed near any other ball boys or girls. As far as Melissa could see, no others were deposited, but then, Petra had a habit of being very discrete.

Melissa was thankful that the game ended early and didn’t go to three sets. The trophy was won by Petra Sveltetit and was hoisted high in the air. The cameras clicked incessantly, interviews were given and four hours after the final had finished, Sveltetit collapsed on her hotel bed. It was a long day. Peacefulness invaded her whole body, though she had to concentrate hard to push aside the constant hum that invaded her ears and a reminder of people cheering. The shower beckoned her and after spending a good ten minutes on the bed, she started to peel off her clothes, making her way to the shower room and the inviting hot water.

Petra ordered the evening meal in her room. The fact that she was staying put for the evening didn’t go down very well with her manager. There were people to meet and influence for her upcoming grand slams, but she was firm with him and insisted she had time to herself after such a gruelling final. Her manager relented, of course, and Petra had her way and a quiet evening to herself.

Petra entered the hot water with her thumb and finger teasing her nipple, getting herself ready for the evening, an evening that had been triggered by that ball hitting her crotch and turning her on. Her clit tingled. She was fortunate that it was the last game otherwise she could have been in a randy state for the rest of the competition.

It didn’t take long with the hot water flowing over her body for her finger to tease her pussy, but she dare not take it too far; after all, she had plans for her pussy.

ooOoo

Melissa Evans walked casually into the foyer of the Ritz. Everything that needed to be covered was covered, all but the white socks and pumps that poked from below the hem of her long black coat. She couldn’t help but smile at herself as she strode confidently to the lifts. She realised that glances from men in the foyer were aimed at her but she had this ability to swipe them to one side. One of the lift doors had opened and she dashed towards it before the gentleman that had already walked into the lift started to close the doors.

Melissa looked at the floor lights and noticed that floor seven had already been pressed. She stood back from the doors and glanced at the man next to her. Her mouth nearly dropped open with shock and she looked away quickly. It was the umpire from the final game with Petra. Melissa wondered whether he recognised her, but thought it unlikely. At that moment all manner of thoughts sprinted through her head. What was he doing here? And what was he doing travelling to the same floor as her?

Melissa never had the heart to look the man in the face a second time and stared at the level indicator with her tongue in her cheek while the lift whizzed upwards. A gust of air swept up her coat and brushed over her pussy causing it to spasm, and thus causing her to clench her buttocks in response. It was a welcome diversion. When the doors opened, she exited the lift quickly and headed off to room 708 without as much as a glance behind her. When she arrived at the door, she raised her hand to knock and noticed that the gentleman was approaching her; the worst thing was that he was slowing down and coming to a halt. Melissa knocked on the door while looking him in the eyes before glancing quickly to the trouser department for a quick shifty.

The man just smiled at her and held out his hand.

“Richard,” he announced, “Richard Cavanagh.”

“Melissa Evans,” she replied, taking his hand in a weak handshake.

Her thoughts crystallised and she concluded that he must know what she knows. Surely! They both looked at the door to Sveltetit’s apartment; seemingly ignoring each other’s presence.

ooOoo

When the door opened, Petra smiled at Melissa and then glanced sideways at Richard. She bit her lip.

“I see you two have met,” she grinned. “Good, at least we won’t have to go through those awkward introductions.” She wore a long black gown that was opaque but her wonderfully shaped breasts were outlined by the backlighting that came from inside the room.

Petra opened the door wide and held her hand out into the room. Melissa entered first followed by Richard. Both of them stopped when they had reached an area that represented the lounge and consisting of a sofa and chair, both of which were neatly placed facing each other.

To one side was a counter that shared the lounge with the kitchenette area. A sort of home from home for travelling tennis stars. Petra placed two envelopes on the counter and stood to face her guests.

Petra’s finger came upon Melissa’s ear and traced its way to her jawline. Petra’s mouth opened of its own accord as she took in the girls beauty.

“I never thought we’d meet again,” she whispered, staring more in the direction of Melissa’s breasts that were hidden by the black coat. Her fingers continued their journey along her red lips and down to her chin. It rested there for a while. She wanted to kiss her, but not until the deal had been sealed with both of them.

“Why don’t you take off that coat, hang it up over there,” Petra pointed to the coat stand that nestled in the corner between the kitchenette and the bedroom.

“Richard,” she announced in a booming voice, “so glad you could make it tonight.” A gasp left her mouth at the last moment as if to heighten her excitement. Her bright blue eyes glistened like they were diamonds and her short boyish blonde hair was brushed backwards; held in place with gel. Petra opened one of the envelopes that she held and pulled out a wad of twenty-pound notes. She fanned them in front of him and placed them down on the counter.

By the time Melissa had returned, Petra was opening the second envelope to do the same. She stopped what she was doing and bit her lip at the sight of Melissa in short socks, white pumps and wearing a T-shirt of the Lawn Tennis association which barely came down to her waist. Her breasts pushed hard at the cotton material which must have been two or three sizes too small and her bare pussy glistened with expectation. Petra couldn’t believe she had turned up wearing next to nothing under that coat.

Richard issued the statutory ‘fuck’ when she paraded in front of him.

“Yes,” Petra smiled, “fuck, indeed. Isn’t that the prettiest cunt you’ve ever seen, Richard?”

Richard nodded. “Ye…”

“So, here’s the deal,” Petra cut off Richard before he could fully agree with her. Two thousand pounds each in twenties and all you have to do is fuck each others brains out. Any questions?”

Richard looked at Melissa and then towards Petra. Melissa did likewise, but at least she remembered the last time. How could she forget! It was her initiation into this world of Tennis-star sex.

Melissa took the lead, “None from me,” she replied. Richard nodded his approval.

“Well then, Richard. You’d better undress and show this girl what you’ve got in those trousers of yours.”

Petra and Melissa moved away from the counter and stood midway between the chair and the sofa. Petra couldn’t help but move Melissa along by placing her hand on her smooth and delectable buttock. Both of them turned and watched Richard discard the clothes that he wore. He never once glanced in their direction until he turned around to show off his eight-inch cock that needed a little attention to rise just another inch. Richard slowly walked towards Melissa. 

“You’d better make this a dirty fuck, because I need it,” commanded Petra.

She opened the waistbelt of her gown and let it fall to the floor. Melissa sucked in some air between her teeth and Richard did likewise as the garment fell to the floor. She was toned to perfection. Her breasts, while not large, were just right for her frame with each breast topped by a glorious red nipple. Her pussy was shaved just like Melissa’s and her long legs accentuated the journey to her inner depths. The globes of her ass shone like the setting sun as she turned towards the chair. Petra smiled inwardly. She knew what she looked like naked but the sounds they both made were music to her ears.

“It’s your serve,” she indicated to Robert before stepping back and sitting in the chair opposite the sofa.

Melissa stepped in towards Richard as Petra sat on the chair and started to caress her breasts. She watched both of them intently and was intrigued by how Melissa’s head stared straight at Richard’s chest hairs without looking up into his eyes. She breathed on his skin. She kissed him between his nipples as her hand came upon his rising cock. Melissa squeezed it before tugging at it slowly and sensuously. All the while, kissing his chest. It was an act of outright eroticism. Two strangers touching, eyes closed, kissing. One of them pulling and encouraging a huge erection.

Eventually, Richard’s hands rested on her shoulders; stroking her neck before rippling their way across her shoulder blades to the outermost edges of her arms. With his cock now stiff and fully erect he allowed his hands to circle inwards to cup her full breasts.

“Beautiful,” said Petra, “beautiful.”

They both looked towards the sound and smiled as Petra pulled on one of her nipples; extending it towards them in some sort of offering before she let it go for it to spring back to her breast. The wobble was insane. Her gaze was firmly on the curving cock that was nestled in Melissa’s grip and it became obvious that she wasn’t addressing her guests in the slightest.

“Love-Fifteen, I think. Don’t you agree, Richard?”

Melissa smiled, she knew the scoreline was coming. She waited for it, and she knew that Petra would introduce the scoring system sooner than later.

“You’ll need to pull your shit together, Richard, if you want to beat this slut. Look what she’s doing to you.”

Richard grimaced. His lips curled up at the edges but Melissa just kissed his nipples and tugged at his dick. Pre-cum oozed from the slit and she quickly spread it over his delicious circumcised head. Melissa grinned inwardly and hoped she would have him spurting in no time at all. There was a brief moment where her hands were raised so that her T-shirt could be removed but as soon as it did, her hand was back on his thick cock and she seductively tugged at it. Encouraging it to lose all control.

She manoeuvred her body so that her back was aimed slightly towards Petra in the hope that if he did spurt, she could direct the uncontrollable strands of liquid silk over Petra’s body. Her actions were halted by Richard’s hand that had found its way between her legs and announced its intentions in no uncertain way. His fingers thrust along her pussy and her legs were spread with sudden force. Two fingers pushed inside her and a loud gasp left her lungs empty of air, it was closely followed by a pleasurable sigh that burst from her mouth. Melissa found herself on tiptoes as Richard’s fingers thrust into her waiting cunt. His other hand half balanced her, half grasped her right breast; squeezing it hard and pinching the nipple as much as he could. He concentrated on wetting his fingers as much as he could.

“Fuck, now that’s definitely Fifteen-All,” announced Petra. Her own hand had clawed its way down her body and was stroking the uppermost part of her wet slit. Her lips curled up at the sight of the scene before her. She desperately wanted to engulf Richard’s cock between her lips but that wasn’t how this game was supposed to be played.

Melissa tugged harder at Richard’s dick but she couldn’t get a good grip with the way her body was being pushed about. His violent actions saw her take a step backwards towards the sofa; falling on it when her legs had nowhere else to go. Her thighs spread open as she fell, aided and abetted by Richard’s hands. By the time she landed flat on the sofa, his tongue was inside her cunt licking it and probing it. Eating her out like a fierce animal.

“Thirty-Fifteen,” announced Petra. “You go for it, Richard, eat that fucking cunt out. I bet she tastes fucking wonderful.”

Melissa moaned, already down a point and likely to go down one more as her cunt was used and abused by a mouth that wouldn’t let go. Wouldn’t let up. Richard sucked and licked her pussy and cunt like it was a piece of prime steak.

Petra’s fingers had also found her cunt and were lavishing the juices all over her fingers. With one hand covered in slimy juice, she lifted it to her mouth but not before replacing it with her other hand first. She sucked on her fingers as she watched Richard, the umpire that had ruled over her very last game at Wimbledon, eat the pussy of the ball girl before him.

She remembered Melissa very well. Last year she was only seventeen and raw. Petra could see how much she’d changed, especially the way she leaned back into the sofa and opened her legs even wider so that Richard could get his whole mouth on her snatch. And in fairness, his tongue was all over it. The previous year though, there were four of them, two ball boys and two ball girls. Petra had planned it that way so that she could conduct a mixed doubles match between the four of them. Melissa lost that game with her partner as the other pair seemed to have a lot of experience sexually. It was worth every penny of the four thousand pounds they received between them.

It wasn’t long before Melissa was moaning out loud. Petra was looking at her and thinking what a beautiful girl she was. She needed to get her reward but at what cost, another point. Richard lifted his head just enough to rest his tongue on her clit and he licked it. Flicked it hard with his muscle. Tongued her clit raw until she started to moan and groan. And there it was – the final admission.

“Fuck, I’m cumming,” Melissa let the guttural groan rip from her throat.

Richard never let up for one moment until he was satisfied that Melissa would cream over his face. Her juices flooded his mouth and her vice-like hand grasped the back of his neck as she lifted herself forward and pulled his head into her juicy cunt. Her mouth uttered words that no one could hear. Her eyes locked with Petra’s. They glared at each other in frenzied lust and as Petra’s fingers fucked her cunt, Melissa bucked her hips and moaned across the void between them.

Petra nodded her approval. “Forty-Fifteen,” she announced finally. “You’ve got her at breakpoint, what now big boy?”

What now indeed? Thought Richard.

After prising Melissa’s hands away from his head he struggled upwards and pointed his cock at the juicy succulent cunt that gaped wide open. He thrust forward, his cock on autopilot; a self-guided missile seeking out wet pussy, but the sudden movement of Melissa twisting her body sent him off to one side. Melissa pushed Richard over as he landed on the sofa and she quickly gathered up his head and thrust it between her breasts. With his sight removed and his hearing impaired, she mounted him and sunk her pussy down over his throbbing cock. It was a gutsy move on her part.

Melissa was finally on top. “You wanna get fucked?” She teased.

Richard’s cock felt the full impact of Melissa’s cunt. To say she was fired up and on heat would be an understatement. Her cunt rippled over Richard’s cock while her body pinned him to the sofa. Her bottom shook and vibrated and her insides sucked at his pride and joy. Richard, sucked on her tits as much as he could while savouring the pleasure that the rampant and juicy wet pussy was providing.

“Forty-fucking-Thirty. Fuck, I’m cumming too,” announced Petra.

Melissa didn’t have time to look around at Petra’s face as she climaxed, she was too busy fucking herself to a second orgasm. Every muscle on her body felt it. Her only hope was to bring him off before she climaxed. Fortunately, she managed it and Richard had no option but to grip her hips and pull her onto his cock as he spurted his jism deep inside. Melissa moaned several times but held back that all-important scream that is associated with such powerful orgasms.

Although Petra was still recovering as they both fucked, she gave Melissa the benefit of the doubt and awarded the match accordingly.

“Deuce,” Petra announced. “You lost two breakpoints there, what the fuck are you going to do now? Give in?”

Richard kissed Melissa, throwing her off guard. It was the one act she hadn’t expected but the taste of her pussy on his lips was an added bonus. With it, came a thrust from his hands moving her body upwards. Pushing her onto her front he climbed between her legs and thrust his cock back into her wet cunt. He pulled back on her hips to bring her bottom up towards him.

When he looked at Petra, all he saw was a lascivious grin on her face. Her fingers fucked her cunt like a piston as she watched them fuck their brains out in front of her. It was just what she wanted. What she needed. She loved watching their animalistic frenzy. Here they were, pillars of the Lawn Tennis community fucking on her sofa for a few purple bits of plastic. She knew what he needed to do to take the advantage, but did he?

Richard withdrew his cock from Melissa’s pussy, grabbed it and took aim. His lubricated cock pushed at her little star and before Melissa could even utter a word of shock, his cock was past her sphincter and on its way into her black hole.

Melissa moaned. Richard moaned. Petra moaned.

“Advantage Richard,” She announced. “Could this match be over?”

Melissa was determined it wouldn’t be, but she knew that if she let him thrust that cock into her a few times she would be a whimpering mess and end up squirting all over the plush fabric.

Petra was gearing herself up for match point. Her fingers thrust inside her pussy. Her legs, which were now dangling over the arms of the chairs allowed her other hand to rest on her bottom. Fingers pushed into her cunt and anus at the same time.

“Fuck the slut and take the match,” she ordered.

Richard pressed hard on the small of Melissa’s back to hold her struggling body in place. His cock pistoned in and out of her arse. His other hand slowly reached forward to grab her hair, though he was cautious about making any sudden moves because he knew how quickly she could react. He didn’t want to lose the advantage now. Now while he was so close. At last, he had her hair in his hands and that gratifying moan that came out of her mouth left him in no doubt that the match would be his. His other hand pressed down hard on her back and his cock fucked her arse as quickly as he could. Pushing her ever onwards.

Yes, he was climaxing too, but he could hear Melissa make those undeniable sounds that her orgasm was upon her and he concentrated on making her voice be heard the loudest. He pushed into her at some speed. Fucked her raw and fast. Her cunt was leaking, visible streams of cum dripped onto the sofa and no amount of biting her lip could help hide her moans and groans and finally, she succumbed to his glorious yelps of success. His hands punched the air in victory.

Petra’s orgasm was seconds behind Melissa’s. She too had squirted over the chair as she powered her fingers into her arse and cunt at the same time. She loved the sight before her. Relished in every act her guests performed. To her, the very act of taking someone up the arse, and for them letting them do so, was the most primal act of all.

It took a matter of forty seconds before Petra uttered the final words.

“Game, set and match to Richard.”

Richard naturally, patted himself on the back, but in all truthfulness had to admit that he owned the better equipment and was playing with good quality balls from start to finish.

As soon as Richard released Melissa’s hair she pulled herself free, got up from the sofa and glared at Petra.

“Call yourself a fucking umpire,” the volume of her voice started low but the raspy and angry nature of her words could not be misinterpreted.

Melissa took two steps towards Petra.

“He served two fucking double faults in that match and you watched it – and you still said fuck all,” her voice higher this time causing Petra to glare back at her, uncertain as to how to respond. She had never before been spoken to in that manner before. Not while she was paying for the privilege.

“He even swore. And you know what happens to people who swear on the court?”

This time Petra nodded but did not realise what she was nodding for.

Melissa dropped to her knees, her hands spread Petra’s thighs and she pushed them over the arms of the chair. Her body peeled backwards.

Melissa’s face delved between her legs until her mouth came upon her sodden pussy. She licked it. Sucked it. Probed it. Lapped it. Spat on it. Slapped it several times which seemed to make Petra utter filthy words at her.

This wasn’t how the game was supposed to go.

Melissa’s thumb of her left hand entered Petra’s anus and the rest of her fingers curled up behind it; cradling her bottom in the palm of her hand. The thumb of her right hand nestled down on her clit with the rest of her fingers pushing down tight onto her belly while she tongue-lashed her cunt.

Petra came hard. So hard, that even her hands could not push Melissa’s head away from the multiple orgasms that were exploding like firecrackers from within her cunt.

From nowhere, Richard piped up.

“And this is for giving me that foot fault earlier.”

He had climbed onto the chair as Petra’s eyes were closed in orgasmic bliss. He had jerked his cock to perfection because no sooner had she opened her eyes than the contents of his balls landed on her face and open mouth and she was forced to swallow his third load of spunk for the evening. Both of the other loads were slowly leaking out of Melissa’s cunt and arse and was staining the precious carpet.

It seemed that the umpire had been well and truly put in her place. An event that had never, ever occurred in the past because Petra made a point of never messing with the fuckers.

Melissa gave Petra’s cunt one last lick before she got up to use the bathroom. Richard sat opposite her on the sofa and watched her. Wondering to himself what kind of woman she was? What was she like to live with? Why she did this? And who else knew about it? Though according to the papers there were no boyfriends or girlfriends on the immediate horizon and none of this kind of behaviour had ever made the tabloids.

Their eyes locked together and that unwritten bond held firm between their eyes.

I won’t tell if you don’t.

And then there was the money. What were four thousand pounds to Petra? Look what she had just earned that day for an excellent game of tennis.

Petra smiled. Richard smiled.

“What is everyone smiling about?” asked Melissa when she came back into the room, dressed in only her white socks and pumps. Her pussy, red from the battering but still serviceable.

“I think,” Petra began, “you had some valid points about the double faults. We should have a rematch.”

Melissa looked from Richard to Petra. “Then it’s my serve first,” she announced.