jenna !

One day when you returned home you saw a piece of paper stuck on the door. It was an advertisement saying that a new tennis school was opening in your area and that the first lesson was free.

"Maximoff Tennis Club" according to the paper.

Nearby there was a tennis school where some kids from your neighbourhood used to go to learn. Because they were usually the ones looking for some professional future, the most interested. But also couples used to go there on weekends to have some fun. You had never been there, but according to the comments you heard it was a good school. If this new club wanted to compete with the existing school, it would have to make a lot of effort.

The truth is that you were not very interested, you left the paper in a drawer and your life went on. That is until new rumours began to circulate. "Maximoff Tennis Club is great" "Maximoff Tennis Club is the best thing that ever happened to the city".

And apparently it was true. As the weeks went by, even people who lived a little further away started to go there. And finally, when curiosity got the better of you, you decided to go too. What did you have to lose? The first class was free and if you didn't like it, no one was going to force you to go.

A girl greeted you when you arrived at the club.

"First time?"

"Yeah, I live nearby, I wanted to see what it was all about."

"Okay. I need you to fill out this form with your details, just to put on record that you've already made use of the free class."

Once you did that, she told you where the locker rooms were and also how to get to the court after that.

From the locker room you could hear the sound of the ball hitting the ground and the sound of the tennis player hitting a serve. There was music playing in the background as well.

The tennis court was empty by now, except for who you assumed was the instructor. He was wearing shorts and a white T-shirt, with a towel over his shoulders with which he was drying his sweat. And you almost dropped your racquet on the floor. Was that why that club was popular? Because of that silver-haired man? If so, you understood. The man, who must have been in his thirties, smiled at you when he saw you.

"Good morning!" he said to you, his slightly long hair glistening in the sun "I'm Peter Maximoff, I haven't seen you around here before... I'll remember you."

"Hi. Yes, I'm new." you replied, shaking his hand. And you also told him your name "Nice to meet you, Peter."

"Same here" Peter looked you up and down with little disguise and smiled again "Shall we get started?"

It soon became clear that Peter was more than just an adonis, he did know how to play tennis and it showed.

"Not bad for your first time" he told you after several tries. You were clearly distracted by him and Peter knew it. "But you could do better."

Peter left his side of the court, went to where you were and stood behind you. Literally glued to your back.

"Hold the racquet like this" he whispered in your ear, as he took your hands between his to guide you. "And swing the racket gently...yes like this."

You gulped as you felt him hard against your ass, Peter was still pressed against you and his chin rested on your shoulder.

Wanting to feel him even more, almost by instinct, you brought your ass even further back against him. Peter chuckled.

"You like that, baby?"

"Yes" you replied as one of Peter's hands slid under your uniform.

"How much do you want me?"

"I've never wanted someone to fuck me this badly" you admitted.

"Wow. You sure are sincere."

"Why deny it, right?"

"I like the way you think."

Peter turned you around to kiss you, but you stopped him.

"Can anyone come and see you?"

"No, no one's coming. The receptionist is definitely not coming and she just called my students to cancel today."

"What, how do you know?"

"Tsk. My receptionist is like my sister, she knows when someone is going to really like me and she's never wrong."

"Oh, look at you. How arrogant you are, what if the other person doesn't want to? Or if they don't like men?"

"In that case they can leave like any other student. What the fuck, I'm not going to force anyone to do what they don't want to do. Besides I know how to read people, instinct doesn't fail. If it's no, that's fine. But if it's yes, well... let's find out now."

Peter leaned his face close to yours and although part of you wanted to tell him no because of that air of arrogance he had, the other shouted yes because he was fucking hot. And that part you listened to. You closed the distance and let him kiss you.

His hands gripped your ass firmly and he kissed you even more passionately. You did the same and started touching his crotch. You had never done anything like this before, having sex in a public place, but as Peter started rubbing more and more of his cock against you, the more intense everything became, and the less you cared about what people would say.

"I have a fantasy" he told you, kissing your neck. And he confessed it in your ear.

"Pervert" you replied, winking at him.

You jumped the net, passing to the other side, while Peter stood there and through one of the holes of the net he put his cock. You, kneeling, took it into your mouth.

"Shit," he moaned, "God! yes, like that, babe."

Peter held on to the edge of the net while you kept sucking. The faster you did it the more pleasure he felt. His knuckles were white.

It's not that Peter fucked every adult that came to take lessons with him, he wasn't always that lucky, but the times he had done it couldn't compare to this.

Peter was a grateful man and he was going to do everything he could to make sure you enjoyed sex too. Even though you were already doing it.

"Come here," he said to you. Peter took you in his arms, lifted you up and as he did he kissed you again.

Even that night, as you lay in bed thinking about what that moment had been like, you couldn't understand how he did it. But Peter did it.

He got you to put your feet on the edge of the net as he grabbed you from behind and finally penetrated you. It was like sitting up in the air but being fucked by the hottest tennis instructor you had ever seen. It was also the strangest place you had ever been fucked.

The tennis net was moving along with his thrusts. You two were moaning so much that maybe even his friend could hear you (but she couldn't because she was listening to music with headphones).

When your muscles, because of the strange position, started to ache, you came down from his arms, but you never stopped fucking. Peter laid you down on the clay court and kept moving inside you. He knew you had cum a while ago, but he was ready for you to do it again. He still had energy.

"Please, Peter, don't stop."

"I don't plan to, baby" he replied. He kept thrusting into you while kissing your breasts. The fact that you continued to moan in his ear like that was the stimulation he needed. When his tongue licked your sensitive nipples, you cum again.

"Oh, God..." you moaned, against his shoulder.

"I know you can cum again, baby. yes? Do it for me."

"Again?" you didn't know how he could keep up that pace, as if you were just getting started. Your heart was pounding and your body was satisfied, but the thought of cum for the third time in one round was just too attractive. You didn't remember if it had ever happened to you before. Maybe it hadn't. At that moment you didn't even remember your name.

"Yes, again."

Peter saw you nod and smiled. He put your legs around his hips and his movements were rougher and more intense than before. Your overstimulated pussy soon reacted again to the pleasure this man was giving you and made you cum for the third time.

But he who was not ready yet, although close, pulled his cock out of you to lie between your legs and started to eat you. You couldn't believe it, you were almost shouting with pleasure. It couldn't be what was happening to you. You were sure that no drug could match that pleasure. Between kisses on your clit and his tongue fucking you, you managed to cum a fourth time.

Peter's energy was finally coming to an end and when he entered you again, it only took a couple of thrusts for him to finally cum this time.

Both of you, trying to catch your breath, lay naked in the middle of the tennis court.

"If I die now, I think I'd be okay," you said with a chuckle. Peter laughed too.

"But I hope you don't die. We still have a second set to play."

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You itched to continue to move on him, your hips rocking almost imperceptibly back and forth in order to try and gain some traction. Colin shot out his spare hand, gripping the top of your thigh in silent order to stop moving. But you couldn’t. You had both been so painfully close to release and now your high had receded due the interruption. His harsh grip on your thigh only fuelled your intense arousal and you whimpered softly as you picked yourself off his cock slightly, only to slide down its length once more. Colin shuddered, his eyes drifting closed at the movement. His grip on your flesh tightened to the point of pain when he shook his head tightly, clearing his throat before continuing to engage in conversation through his phone. You were tempted to snatch the damned thing from his and chuck it across the room, but instead opted for another experimental rise and fall on his cock, wanting nothing more than for Colin to buck his hips up into you as he had been doing before answering the phone, allowing his cock to plunge even deeper inside you. With a poorly repressed broken moan, you repeated the action slowly, drawing out the pleasure that the simple movement gave you. Below you, Colin’s eyes shuttered, his jaw clenching as he listened to whoever was talking on the phone whilst putting all of his might into ensuring that his own pleasure remained inaudible.  You clit pulsed steadily as you seated yourself fully back onto cock, reaching forwards to grip onto the collar of the shirt that you had unbuttoned to display the strong panes of his chest. Your need to touch him, to feel him, was indescribable and so you let your lips convey your desperation for him, kissing, nipping and licking along his collarbones, up his throat and to his chin. He emitted the smallest of groans when your teeth closed over the underside of his jaw, his head pressing further back into the pillows to give you better access to his soft skin as you sucked at the flesh you had clamped in your hold, releasing moments later to run your tongue over the small hurt. But still, Colin remained on the phone, his voice getting progressively higher and breathier with desire as you leaned in once more to trail your teeth and tongue to the other side of his jaw. “Yes, I’ll talk to him about it when I’m in the office tomorrow and call you back.” Your stomach leaped at his unsteadily spoken words, hopeful that the conversation was soon to be over. Colin’s sharp jaw bone was pronounced beneath your tongue as you trailed your lips across it, lingering to plant several soft bites and kisses to his skin. As you did so, you pushed your hips down, aware that you had slipped halfway off his cock in the process of leaning over his body.  He seemed to grow even harder as you did so if that was even possible, pressing into you with more persistence. This drew more wetness to flood from your filled cunt, pooling slightly at the base of his dick. You moved your lips to the shell of his ear, licking up its softness once before letting out a breathless moan, knowing exactly what it would do to him before walking your hands back down his body, slowly pushing yourself upright again. You sunk further onto him, your own head tipping back and your mouth parting slightly. Below you, Colin’s swallow was audible, his eyes now glued to your body as you trailed one of your hands down to your cunt, rubbing at your clit harshly as the other hand came to grapple with one of your tits, fondling the soft mound whilst you pleased yourself. Colin’s eyes were wholly dark as he watched this, his mouth going utterly dry as you let out a soft gasp, your eyes drifting closed. Your fingertips brushed against the very bottom of his shaft as you drew ever larger, harder circles onto your clit, drawing in a hissing breath. That small touch almost had him shooting his cum up into you. Colin adjusted himself, leaning forwards whilst propping himself up on one elbow and reaching forwards, batting away the hand that worked feverishly on your clit.  His eyes flicked up the yours as his fingers replaced where your hand had just been, muttering a casual “yes” of agreement into the phone as three of his fingertips came to rest on your clit, beginning to work in painfully slow circles. He knew just how much pressure to apply to have your eyes rolling and your body jolted slightly as his fingers drew even more pleasure from you. Unable to stop yourself, you once again began to rock back and forth on Colin’s cock, gasping when he brushed against that hidden spot deep within you that had your toes curling with each forward rock of your hips. Your other hand moved from where it entertained your tit, both hands raising to clamp over your own mouth as your pleasure mounted and mounted, a light sweat breaking out all over your febrile skin, a series of pants falling from your mouth and slipping through the barrier your fingers had made. “Yeah, of course. Well thanks for getting in touch with me. As I said, I’ll ring you tomorrow after I’ve spoken to him about it and let you know what he says... yeah, no problem. Okay, bye.” Colin’s phone was thrown to the floor within a second of hanging up, his hands coming to grab onto your hips. “You wanna fuck me so badly, huh?” He demanded through gritted teeth, his nails digging into the skin of your hips as you were finally allowed to resume your audible moans.  “Then go on. Fuck me. Fuck yourself on my cock until you can’t hold yourself up anymore.”  You whimpered at his roughly spoken words, merely being able to nod pitifully at his order as you picked yourself all the way off his cock before slamming yourself back down on it fully. Again and again and again. Colin fell back against the pillows as your ministrations began to draw deep moans and muttered encouragements from him, his eyes flicking between your ecstasy-twisted face and the bouncing of your tits as you fucked yourself furiously on his dick. “Colin.” His name was a drawn out sigh on your lips and it seemed to be a sort of unleashing for him, as he began to crash his hips up to meet yours, fucking you savagely with a force that drew all the breath from your lungs. A broken shriek fell from your parted lips, your chest heaving for a satisfying gulp of air as he rutted into you, the force of his upwards thrusts causing your body to bounce under his strength; you had to work in order to stop your body from being thrown off him. Crying out, you fell forwards onto Colin’s chest, your legs giving out as waves and waves of intense pleasure slammed into you, each ripple of euphoria bringing you closer and closer to release. “Colin, I -” You gasped when his hands fell onto your ass, holding your body to his and ensuring that you couldn’t maneuver so much as an inch away from his cock as he pounded you. “Look at me.” He growled, his nails scraping your soft skin as he trailed his hands up your spine, finding your hair and yanking your head back. With a bleated cry, you slid your pleasure-hooded eyes to his, Colin’s unusually rough treatment of your body both surprising you and turning you on immensely. Your body shook, tears welling in your eyes as the pleasure he was giving you had you almost reduced to sobs. “Are you gonna cum?” You nodded, his hands holding your hair tightly and forcing your head to tip back even further, fully exposing your throat to him. Colin hummed roughly at your response. “I’m gonna - I’m gonna cum, too. Your little pussy is gonna make me - ah... cum.” You blinked, trying to clear your blurring vision as you nodded, your mouth fully agape as you nodded, not being able to find the words to verbally encourage him to his own release.  Without warning, Colin slammed up into you, his swollen head hitting deep against your sensitive walls. That single thrust caused your eyes to roll, Colin’s own orgasm barrelling into you at the sight of the whites of your eyes, your pupils lost in pleasure. He released your hair as you moaned with abandon, his arms wrapping around your shoulder blades to pull your face onto his chest, his own pants and low groans filling your ear. Your body writhed soundlessly on his as he kept your orgasm prolonged by continuing to thrust into you, his cum shooting deep and being held within you, his seed hot as it coated your inner walls. Your fingers trembled as you grappled with the material of his shirt, needing to grip onto something in a futile attempt to ground your mind that was lost to abundant pleasure. Colin recovered before you did, murmuring encouragements as you quivered, trapped in the throes of the intense aftershocks of your orgasm, your knuckles white as you gripped onto his shirt. “Fuck.” You exhaled weakly, not even trying to lift your head as Colin chuckled, leaning to press kiss to the top of your head. “Are you alright?” You nodded into his chest, the energy needed to lift yourself off his cock evading you.  You fell silent, enjoying the warm security of Colin’s tight hold around your shoulders, the way your head rose and fell with his laboured breathing as he, too, worked to recover from the intensity of his own orgasm. Your eyes drifted closed. After several minutes, when you had finally recovered enough energy to consider shifting off his now limp dick, you cracked open an eye. “That phone call better have been damn important.” Colin’s responding laugh rumbled through you, causing you smile as you pushed yourself up, lifting a leg to dismount from him and engaging in the familiar race against gravity as you trotted for the bathroom, Colin’s cum threatening to spill down your thighs. 

“Keep your eyes on me or I’ll pull out”.

You look into his black eyes with a pleading gaze, but his expression or pace doesn’t soften. In fact, he thrusts into you harder, almost challenging you to keep your eyes open. After a few perfect hits against your sweet spot, you yell out his name and get ready for permission to cum. Kai bites his lip and lets out a long groan, and right as you feel him tense and get ready to give you his load, your own orgasm arrives and makes your body shaky in extreme pleasure. You grip onto the couch harder than before and shut your eyes, whimpering and whining away as it comes. But before you have time properly experience your release, Kai pulls out completely and picks you up to look at him by the grasp on your neck.

You look at him and immediately realize from his angry expression what you did wrong. As you open your mouth to apologize, he lets go of your neck making you gasp for air. He stomps over to his dining room table, the table at which you did most of your pinky swears, grabs one of the chairs. He sets it down forcefully in front of the mirror. Though he doesn’t come to the couch to get you, a simple dominant look from him makes you immediately run over to him. He sits down on the chair and pushes you over his lap. You hang your head down in shame and bite your lip, getting ready for a brutal spanking. But instead, he tangles his left hand through your hair and turns your head towards the mirror. 

“This is what happens when you disobey the Divine Ruler, little lamb, you know this”, he says way too calmly. When Kai’s angry and aggressive, it’s very easy to get him out of his temper, he may throw a few chairs and flip a few tables, but the anger will run out and he will be peaceful soon enough. But when Divine Ruler is disappointed, enraged, or provoked: he’s calm, and that brings much greater trouble. Tears well up in your eyes, looking at his peaceful expression, and as he rubs his hand over your cheek, you already know you will not be able to sit down for a week or two. He looks at your bare ass in the mirror and lifts his arm above his head, and you mentally get ready for a harsh blow. You clench your jaw in terror and he tugs at your hair to make sure you watch.

“Watch yourself in the mirror”.

You nod obediently, as best as you can against his grip, and he slams his stiff hand on your cheeks, making you cry out. He exhales happily, watching your eyes glisten with tears and your hands inch to soothe your aching ass. Although you knew it wasn’t allowed, your hands can’t stop themselves from getting close to your cheeks to rub them. Kai, however, has other plants, and certainly doesn’t allow it. He lifts his rigid hand above his shoulder once again delivers a harsh slap in the exact same place as last time. You quickly blink to get the tears out of your fuzzy eyes and hope that Kai doesn’t notice. He looks at you in the mirror, and smirks at the tears rolling down your cheeks. Kai didn’t particularly get turned on at you crying, but instead watching you break apart. He couldn’t help but inspect your body in the mirror as you shook slightly and shivered at his every touch. As he runs his hand up your thigh and approaches your burning ass, you hitch in a breath and stiffen your whole body. He slides his finger over the red mark he left on your ass, and you flinch at his gentle touch. He suddenly grabs your ass cheek and squeezes it making you wince as you watch his veiny hand in the mirror. He clicks his tongue three times and sighs.

"Not enough”, he simply says, and looks at your ass. “I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson”.

You let out a sob and look up at him pleadingly. “I’m so sorry for disobeying you, Divine Ruler, please believe me, I’ve learned my lesson…”, you beg, not wanting him to spank you anymore. It was a never-ending cycle, because as your cheeks got redder and the spanks hurt more, you were less likely to be able to keep your eyes open. He sighs listening to your pathetic begs and lets go of your hair. Your head immediately thrusts down but you push it up and begin to get off his lap, but sharp smack to your ass tells you to stay still. You wince quietly and watch Kai undo his belt, and he looks you in the eyes with furrowed eyebrows and folds the belt in half.

“Nonono please- I’m so sorry-”, you cry, watching his large hand get a tight grip on the end of the belt. He raises his eyebrow at your whining, and cups your wettened cheek with his hand. Though at first the gesture seems nurturing, you understand the purpose when he forcefully turns your head to stay facing the mirror, watching him punish you. He quickly whips the belt down on your ass cheeks and you yell out pained cries but managing to keep your eyes open. He smiles down warmly at you, and rubs your crying cheek with his thumb.

“Please no m-more”, you beg, taking great care to not sound whiny. Divine Ruler hates whiny brats. “Please allow me to serve you”.

Kai looks at your begging face for a few seconds, and drops the belt to the floor. You hold back a sigh of relief, knowing that he is still in charge, and could turn this around any second. He picks you up swiftly and sits your aching red ass on his unzipped crotch. You wince at the contact and hold onto his thighs. He looks at you in the mirror and leans into your neck.

“I want those pretty eyes to stay on me at all times, understood?”, he demands lowly. You nod furiously and keep perfect eye contact. He leans his head back, away from your neck and grabs your thighs, squeezing them possessively, hopefully leaving marks.

“Now, you are here to serve me, remember?”, you nod enthusiastically, but when his expression doesn’t change, and still searches for a proper answer, you whisper, “Yes, Divine Ruler”.

“Ride me”.

“Yes, Divine Ruler”, you echo.

You shakily pick yourself up and sink down on his rock-hard cock. Punishing you always immensely turns him on. He pushes down on your thighs for you to sit down quicker and he fills you up completely, immediately touching your cervix, and your sore ass touching his pelvis. The sudden movement and rough touch make you wince and shut your eyes instinctively, but instantly opening them fully and looking at Kai to see whether he noticed. He lets out a dark chuckle in your neck before wrapping his hand around it, and whispering in your ear.