Private Tennis Lessons

My friend Dylan has always been a huge tennis fan. I can't really say the same for myself. My knowledge of tennis only goes as far as watching a few games of Serena Williams on tv. But that's not to say I'm clueless about the game, either. I get the general gist of it. You know, smack a small yellow ball over a net better than your opponent. Or is it a green ball? Whatever! I'm not going to have that stupid argument with Dylan again! 

Needless to say, I'm not very good at smacking a yellowish-green ball over a net. At least not better than Dylan. He's been clapping me every time we stepped on the court. But Dylan doesn't rub it all in my face. He's actually very supportive of me improving my game. Probably to make things fairer and to have someone else to practice with before his tournament games.

"Hey man, your groundstroke wasn't so bad that time. You're really improving. I would help train you, but I can only afford time for some quick matches before I have to meet up with my coach. But there's this personal trainer I've read about online who's apparently one of the best. He's got 5-star reviews across the board! I really think you should check him out!"

Personally speaking, I'm not the type of person to hire personal trainers for other sports I play, like soccer or golf. But hearing all these great things about this guy, in particular, from Dylan convinced me to give it a shot. And I don't regret that decision one bit. Sure his teaching methods are a bit odd and downright strange at times, but I've been seeing results since I started his program last week. Therefore I don't question it.

Today he said we were going to practice my stroke. So I packed my skimpy tennis bra, white boy shorts, and a girly tennis skirt. Strange, I know. Just don't tell Dylan about that part. Upon arriving at his private tennis court, I was met with the same odd question he asked at the beginning of every other practice session.

"So what will it be today, girly? Amelia, Madison, or Reilly?"

"Umm, how about Amelia today." I always felt extremely good after a good training session with the Amelia technique.

"Excellent choice, dear," my trainer smiled and winked as he handed me my tennis racket and ball. I couldn't help but bite my lips. He was so dreamy, and I loved how flirty he got during my practice. For the whole hour, I couldn't get my eyes off his crotch. He even caught me staring at his dick once. I tried to play it off by brushing my long blonde hair to the side as I quickly glanced away, but my flushed face wasn't doing me any favors.

*Jeez, girl, you're such a slut! Pull yourself together. Just cuz you're horny doesn't mean you should be thirsty over this hunk of a man!*

I was able to maintain my composure for the most part. Well, that was until we started working on my stance. Having my trainer's body all up against mine was driving me mad. His muscles massaged and rubbed against my soft sensitive skin. I felt a shiver move all across my body, but I was able to stop myself from uncontrollably squirming. But the moment his face was next to mine, his manly scent rose up my nose and into my head. I instinctively let out a soft feminine moan that, no matter what, would have eventually escaped my lips.

"It seems, cutie, that you're ready for the last part of your training today. Hurry up and pick up any loose balls lying around and meet me, you know where," my trainer whispered into my ear as he kissed my cheek lightly.

Giggling, I skipped around the court, picking up all the tennis balls as quickly as possible. As I bent over for my first ball, I felt a quick hand smack my firm ass. Letting out a cute yelp, I realized my pussy was getting so wet now I could hardly think straight.

When I finally finished, I found the sexy man in the bathroom of his luxurious mansion. I was practically drooling at this point. I only had one thing on my ditzy mind right now, to taste all of this man's delicious cum. Getting to work, I wrapped my plump lips around the tip and shaft of his throbbing cock. With a final grunt, the man shot his warm semen down the back of my throat, which I gladly swallowed in pleasure.

"You did great today, Amelia! I want you to; take a shower and, afterward, leave a five-star review on my website about how great your experience was today. Oh, and don't forget to schedule our next appointment. I'm sure your mind has slowly regained enough intelligence to complete these tasks. If you do good, I might even let you work on more than just your stroke next time!"

My mind was still a bit giddy, but I managed to conjure up the question. Maybe I should bring Dylan along for our next appointment.

Christmas Miracle

Every year during the holidays, my mom spends many hours adorning our household with an absurd amount of Christmas decorations. After the divorce, my mom has painstakingly tried to get my brother and me into the Christmas spirit. I guess she thinks it would help us cope with the fact that our dad isn't around anymore. But to tell you the truth, it just annoys the hell out of me. Finding out that she cheated on my dad with our neighbor was like a punch to the gut. I wish I could say I didn't, but I honestly hate her for it. That's why I usually sleep in on Christmas morning; I can't stand the memories and thoughts associated with this holiday. But this morning wasn't going to be like any other morning. 

Suddenly a thundering crash, almost like an explosion, shook my room. The shattering of ornaments and glass lifted me from my cozy bed. In a panic, I rushed out of my room and down the stairs to check on my mom. Upon reaching the bottom of the stairs, I froze in shock at the sight before me. A sparkling red sled attached to an actual reindeer protruded from the broken wall of our living room. Before I could say anything, a tall and muscular man began to emerge from the settling dust, dressed in a fluffy red coat.

"Sorry about your living room Angela! I'm sure my elves will be more than happy to fix it for you once we're done," the strange man explained in a husky voice. "Now, shall we get on with it?" 

"Get on with what exactly?" I asked, stepping forward and making my presence clear. 

"Huh, what a surprise! You must be Victor. Your mother has told me all about you." He laughed, "I'm sure your mother has told you a thing or two about me, and if not, I'm sure you can guess who I am based on the time of year." 

 "Ummm? You're not saying...your-"

 "Victor!!! Go back to your room right now!!!" my mom exclaimed in a panicked tone. 

 "Are you serious! NO!! First, you cheat on dad, and now you bring another man into our house who's some weirdo claiming he's Santa Claus!! Don't tell me you've been sneaking him in here all this time!! Wow, I can't believe you, mom!! Yeah, you don't gotta tell me twice. I'll leave but don't expect me to stay with you any longer. I'm packing my things!" 

 "Now hold on, son. That's no way to speak to your mother. I think this year you should tag along for our bonding session." 

 "Nick, wait!! You said you'll leave my children out of this!! As long as I served their punishments, you wouldn't touch them!! Nick, please!!"

 "Punishments? What the fuck are you saying, mom!?" 

 "You see, Victor. You have been on the naughty list all these years, which means you have to serve your punishment. It's only fair. I know you understand. Traveling the world in a single night to deliver presents can be extremely tiring for anyone, especially me. That is why I like to blow off steam and simultaneously finish my final task of delivering punishments. You know the saying killing two birds with one stone." 

 "Victor, run!! Get out of he-" 

 "Let's get you two ready for the special occasion."

 Laughing and reaching into the droopy sleeves of his coat, the strange man grabbed a fistful of white powder that resembled snow but not quite. This powder seemed to have a magical glow that allowed them to drift towards my mom and me in an almost seeking manner. The cloud of this powder completely obscured my view but not before I caught a small glimpse of it making its way upstairs where my brother Ethan was sleeping. 

 Suddenly a burning sensation completely engulfed me. My body began to stretch and shift as the room around me grew. Long silky brown hair cascaded down my back as my face grew soft and feminine. My flat chest blossomed into a pair of bouncy tits held softly by a silky red bra matching the Christmas theme. At the same time, my ass tripled in size as my clothes morphed into sexy red lingerie that accentuated all of my new curves. Next, my eyes rolled back as an electrical pleasure overtook the region between my legs. My cock shriveled away as a wet gaping pussy took its place, yearning to be filled. Finally, the moment the Santa hat materialized on top of my head, my mind entered a fight between my old and new thoughts. 

 "You three look beautiful, girls. Turn into horny sluts for me craving my cock! Oh, and as you play with your tits, tell me how much you want me to fuck you. I want to make sure my new babes are all properly mentally conditioned to my liking." 

 The moment the words left his lips my soft hands began playing with my busty breasts. I tried to fight the urge to suck his cock, but the hat must have some ability to alter my mind because it started getting harder and harder to stay in control of my thoughts. I looked to my right to try and distract myself. I made eye contact with my mom, who was already lost in the spell. Years of pleasing this man must have weakened her mind to the point where she can switch into her second persona in an instant. Next to her, I saw my brother Ethan already overtaken by the spell. Seeing him drooling and saying how much he wants a cock in his pussy made me lose my initial train of thought as the mind-altering hat finally consumed my consciousness. I turned to face my master with a giggle and a beaming smile.

"Oh, master, please! Let me have a taste of your cock. Destroy my pussy and make me yours, please!"

 Grabbing my hand, the hot hunk led me to the living room couch, where I made sure to show off my fat ass. Maybe if I can make master horny, he will fuck me sooner. All of a sudden, my normal mind raced back as the man took my hat off. 

 

 "Did you like that slut? How did unwavering love for me feel? Pretty good, huh. I wouldn't be surprised if you wanted me to put the hat back on. 

 My face grew red in embarrassment but not because of all the things I said in my slave-like state, but because of the fact that he was right. It did feel good to love him and yearn for him. I have never felt such purpose and pleasure in my life before. Not once. 

 "Tell you what. If you're a good girl, I will fuck you without the hat. What do you say?" 

 I timidly rested my hot body across the sofa with my voluptuous ass hanging in the air, beckoning for his cock. I fell captive to the high libido and horniness of my bouncy body. I wanted this. I needed this. I want to enjoy every second of it, but with my own mind, not the hazy and cloudy mind of a slutty bimbo. 

 

 

"fuck me..." I whispered shyly. Testing these new words with my sultry voice was turning me on so much that I decided to just let go completely. "Fuck me, baby. Punish me for being a naughty girl, daddy."

 

The next hour was a roller coaster of sex and pleasure. I loved this body so much. But more importantly, I loved how the man owned my pussy. His hand pressing down on my head made me feel so vulnerable and submissive. I orgasmed probably a dozen times before he finally shot his warm sticky cum all over my face and tits. Then we just lay there basking in the sweat and heat of unmatched lovemaking. Kissing his lips and hugging him, I was sure he was going to take me back with him to the North Pole, where he apparently lives. I wouldn't mind. I would serve him and make love to him every night if it meant more of his cock. It didn't hurt to ask. I was willing to get on my knees and beg if that's what it took.

 

 

"My love, please take me wi-," my voice was suddenly cut off by his subsequent command.

 "Go with your mother and brother and swing those tits. The elves will be here shortly for their round of fun too."

 

 

Feeling somewhat betrayed, I scooted between my mom and Ethan with a smile that also betrayed my true feelings. I thought I was his and only his. I wanted to yell out to him. *Please take me with you!! How about another round with this tight pussy!! Anything, please don't leave me!!* But to no avail, the man left. Stuck in this loop, I thought, maybe wearing the hat wouldn't have been such a bad thing after all.

Thanks for reading!!! I know it's not Christmas yet but I was feeling the holiday spirit 😳. I decided to make a blog because I was thinking of making an interactive cyoa type of story. I always found those fun but I know they're kind of hard to write so I'll try to work on that. I also hope some images from my past captions work on the blog. It's really bare bones right now, but I'll try to improve it.😓 Well thanks for reading I hope you all enjoyed and Happy Thanksgiving!!