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Ass worship of a tennis ‘star’So this story is from my personal experience while coaching a girl on the wta tour 20 years ago. It revolves around one weekend in Munich when the top female players were competing at an indoor tournament. The girl I’d been coaching was due to play a semi final on the Saturday so on Friday we were practising hard, because she was scheduled to play none other than the world no.1 at the time Martina Hingis. The swiss Miss was Martina’s moniker, and I knew she could be quite feisty, but had no idea just how demanding she could be! After practise I’d been relaxing in the lounge when I saw her pass after having left the restaurant (we were staying in same hotel) I saw her give me a glance, so I nodded my head in recognition yet received no such greeting back. A few minutes later I was interrupted “I didn’t realise you were in the same hotel” I lowered the journal to see a vaguely disgruntled Swiss Miss in front of me; She sat down. I replied “yeah, it’s got the nicest view” semi sarcastically. She shrugged and while tilting her head slightly, gave a glimmer of a grin. Well, practise was good. I saw you practising. Said she, as she agitated a little in the seat. “Yeah no doubt” bahis firmaları I retorted. I was trying to keep small talk to a minimum, and I was surprised she was being so open with me, the coach of her opponent! My charge was in her room at this stage – about 2030 – and I figured she’d be staying there and getting an early night in preparation for her match the next day. Which is why I asked Martina if she wouldn’t be heading to get some rest pronto? To this, she replied with raising both her eyebrows and then flashing her grin. Now, if you don’t know Martina or rather, if you’re not aware of her image, let me tell you now, there’s not many men wouldn’t get a blood rush to the penis from that! Suddenly and quite remarkably, I was envisaging something quite different for the evening and I thought she was too..sure enough, after just a few seconds more of looking at each other she declared: well, I’m going to my room.what am I meant to do about that? I thought, I thought a lot of things, in quick succession..i watched her walk away, that remarkable, allicient ass of hers the focus of my attention..rush of blood to the head now and I shouted: what number?442..I arrived at her door about kaçak iddaa 10 mins after. I’d delibrrated even going. This could compromise a lot, in so many ways! And why was she doing this? Subterfuge in order to smear my reputation..I weighed it up and concluded nothing beats actually knowing. I was going to know, and sooner than I’d imaginedShe opened the door to me, “come in”. The room was neat, tv on and a few magazines spread on the bed. She stood by her window briefly. “Good view” I asked ironically; She turned and gave a wry smile. “It’s ok from where I’m standing” that was officially the ice broken. “Have you ever imagined fucking me” she said as she approached me. Emmm..standing half a foot from me now she pulls her track bottoms down to her ankles – revealing her white panties – turning around she shows me her ass, the same ass we all saw exposed, unashamedly through journalistic photos of candid upskirt flashes a couple of years before. Martina was barely 16 at the time of those photos, 18 now, yet somehow that was forgotten, for that summer when she dazzled at Roland Garros and Wimbledon, everyone fell in love with the teenagers cute face and cuter butt! This was all going through kaçak bahis my mind as she proceeded to her bed..still wearing her sneakers, sweatpants around her ankles and training jacket on top; she flung her shoes off, bottoms came off next, unzipped her jacket and threw it on the ground. There she was, white knickers and a grey T-shirt – Sergio tacchini brand. She walked over over to the window again – it was raining – and picked up a tennis ball, turned round, and looking quite irate, threw it into the bathroom while mumbling something. She approached the bed again and pulled down her panties as she mounted it. On all fours, on top of the bed, facing me, she says “eat my ass!” Her concentrated stare at me only broken to turn and present to me her delicious ass! I didnt hesitate to get stuck right in, I thought: well I couldn’t ask for a better dessert..I pretty much devoured her asshole for a couple of hours, in varying positions – a real turn on, for both of us.she sat on top of me and rubbed her ass all over my face – immensely delightful the best part was looking up into her eyes, while she lay legs raised, and I licked her asshole vigorously.what a sensation! As for the match, it was a forgone conclusion, Martina won and as she said after the ass worship session: whatever the outcome of a tennis match, it’s always win-win for you now. She was right!this story is fictional and only serves for imaginative titillation

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