THE TENNIS TOURNAMENT

The international tennis tournament was in town for two weeks. My agent Ada had asked me to be ready at short notice if any of the female players wanted to use me to unwind after a tough match.

After one tough match early in the first week of the tournament Ada phoned to tell me one of the top seeds was the winner and she needed a man’s company to help her wind down. “I can’t tell you her name, but you will recognise her as soon as you see her. Let’s just call her T2. Her hotel at eight tonight.”

I am Michael, in my late twenties, 72 inches tall, 168 pounds, a toned, fit body and genetically lucky to possess a large, thick cock, ten-inches when erect. I live in Sydney, Australia and used to moonlight as a gigolo or male escort.

That was before Ada asked me to work for her ‘exclusive agency’. “We have a wide ranging client list, males and females, and lots of constant work,” she told me as she auditioned me. “And we provide for some very kinky people, even famous people with lots of sexual fetishes.”

I quickly learnt Ada had a niche clientele of older women who enjoy watching their toy boy, lover or husband giving a blowjob to a younger well hung gigolo after they have watched her fucking him. It can be incredibly exciting for me if the woman is actively participating, a three-way, even more exciting if the woman has a sexy persona and a good body.

I did recognise T2 when I arrived, a young girl in her early twenties who was touted as one of the top seeds for the tournament. The first time I had seen her in person without her tennis uniform. A drop dead gorgeous blond, a size-10 blond wearing a hotel dressing gown and high heels.

I was a little surprised her coach was in the room with her, recognising her as a past women’s champion. Remembering her coach had always been rumoured to be one of the lesbian players on the circuit.

“T2 had a big win this afternoon, she has another big match in two days time. I want you to relax her and take her mind off tennis. Tell Roger what it is you want and need in order to relax you and take your mind off tennis honey.”

“I need a fuck, a really good fuck from a really well hung man, a man older than me, not a boy,” she told me in perfect English with an intriguing accent. Asking myself why are all the top tennis players European these days? Smirking when she asked, “Are you a really well hung man Michael?”

My cue to show the two women I was a really well hung man. Removing my shirt while I removed my shoes as I held T2’s gaze, dropping my slacks, my large cock obvious for the two women in my tiny black jock strap.