The events of part 2 occur before the Grand Slam mentioned at the end of part 1.

A few months ago, Liam Green, the CEO of the sportswear company, RunFit, wanted to raise his company’s profile by signing professional athletes. However, his marketing staff was only able to land Harper Moen, a once-promising tennis player who failed to live up to expectations. Still just 21 years old, Harper was motivated to earn a larger sponsorship deal to help build a better staff around her. Combined with that motivation and general horniness while doing the shoot in the Nevada desert, Harper ended up fucking several of RunFit’s ad shoot staff, including the CEO himself.

Since those events, Harper had made a point to have sex before a tournament. However, as the tournament went on, the positive effects of having orgasms diminished, and her agent, Kyle Amane, was unable to keep satisfying her as his own energy waned.

Kyle often thinks about that day in the desert. As much as he enjoyed his private times with her, he realized that not many could keep up with Harper, and she requires multiple partners. Harper’s new sports psychologist, Dr. Naomi Forrester, agreed. Harper, Kyle, and Dr. Forrester then worked together to put together a new team. Along the way, RunFit’s CEO helped with the bills.

That brings us to Montreal, Canada, on the eve of a major tournament.

Franz Gerson is a 51-year-old tennis coaching legend with a phenomenal track record. He mentored Grand Slam champions, and then suddenly, it came crashing down. His last protégé was Canadian Colton Mercer. The 30-year-old was once a promising player before he flamed out, never reaching the heights the media said he could. He never did figure it out.

“So, I’m here,” Franz said sternly to his former student. Colton was always handsome with great flowing dark hair and piercing blue eyes. However, his good looks were wasted as he often sported a permanent scowl once the losses mounted. On this day, the former prodigy looked brighter.

“I have a new hitting partner,” Colton answered.

“The woman?” Franz scoffed.

“That’s why I asked you here,” Colton asked. “I’m asking for you to meet her. She wants you as her coach.”

“I don’t coach women,” Franz dismissed. “They don’t have the stamina.”

“Oh, she has the stamina,” Colton laughed. “Look, you’re not getting calls. You’re on your last legs. I’m on my last legs. And if there is anything I learned from Harper, it’s that you gotta enjoy it.”

“Enjoy? Tennis is hard work!”

Colton sighed. “Look. You fit the criteria she’s looking for.”

“Obviously. I’ve coached Grand Slam winners. Present company excluded,” Franz said with a grin.

Colton let out a self-deprecating laugh. “Asshole. But no. Your personal life wouldn’t complicate what she’s trying to do.” Franz was confused and curious. “Stop being a dick. Just fucking meet her. Look. I couldn’t figure out how to get to that next level, and now it’s too late for me. She’s still young, and now she’s assembling a staff to help her get there.”

Later, Franz walked along the river before sunset. Colton was right. They were both flame-outs. Why does he act like he is still coaching champions? He didn’t come all the way from Switzerland just to enjoy tennis. One good look. One meeting.

“So, what we have concluded is that there is a correlation between my waning confidence mid-match and lack of sex and orgasms,” Harper said to the group of men before her. The content and her outfit didn’t match her business-like demeanor. Instead, she was dressed in RunFit sportswear that barely covered her body. Her ass cheeks were hanging out of her tight shorts, and her sports bra stopped just below the sternum, showcasing her strong midsection.

Franz expected her to meet each prospective member individually. He almost walked out the moment he saw four other men in the room. But it started to make sense to Franz. He expected to meet in a public place, like a tea café or a restaurant. Instead, they were in a penthouse, provided by the CEO of RunFit. Franz was often distracted by the view outside the windows—a sweeping view of the Montreal skyline. It also had a diagonal laylight. However, Franz would never admit that his eyes often wandered towards the half-naked, gorgeous tennis star in front of him.

“So, what I am asking is that part of your job includes fucking me.” A few of the men exchanged glances. Colton appeared to be in the know. “And part of the reason why I asked you here all at the same time, well…”

Her agent pressed play on the television. It showed a close-up of a woman getting simultaneously fucked in both her vaginal and anal holes. Then the camera cut to a wider shot, revealing it was Harper. A few of the men gasped.

Harper continued, “I mean, there’s the obligatory fuck before a tournament. Then I’ll need a few of you on match day. You’ll have to do most of the work. But I also want to work sex into training to simulate long matches. I’ll do most of the work then. And of course, I wouldn’t mind having a fuck just to fuck every so often.”

“Wait, individually, or at the same time?” The physical trainer asked. He was the only other American in the room besides Harper, and close in age to Colton. She preferred someone in North America, as this would be the person she would spend the most time with.

“Both,” Harper’s agent answered. Kyle stepped up. “We may need two on standby on match day. Without getting into the fine details, we’re trying to find that balance between being methodical with scheduling and letting things happen organically.”

“This seems unprofessional,” Nik Perrakis said. He was the prospective physiotherapist in the room, all the way from Greece. He has worked with Colton before. His comment was almost a fake-out. He had been staring at her ass all evening. “But, if it is you asking for it, this could be exciting for me.”

Harper smiled warmly. “Great! And I guess, the reason why we’re meeting like this…” she paused to find her words. Then she shrugged her shoulders and laughed. “For obvious reasons, we can’t legally bake ‘fuck the athlete’ into the contracts. And we need to know that you are all okay with sharing me.”

“And what if we flake after tonight?” Keyshawn asked.

“Planning on dining and dashing, Keyshawn?” Harper joked. “I’m not going to complain about having your dicks in me.”

“Okay. I’m in. For tonight at least,” Keyshawn was trying to pretend he was still on the fence. Everyone was trying to pretend. Harper never bought it. The moment each of them walked in, she saw their eyes melting in lust.

Franz exchanged a look with Nik Perrakis, who looked only a few years younger than him. “I expected you to find younger men,” Franz said. “Why Mr. Perrakis and I?”

“I asked for each of you because of a combination of various criteria,” Harper answered. She pointed at the various men fucking her on the TV. “As you can see, they are all different people from different places. You are all different people from different places. I’m also not asking you to exclusively fuck me. Well, maybe we need to lock it down a few days before a tournament. I want your giant loads in and on me.”

Harper’s organic transformation from business to horny nymph was apparent. Franz’s cock involuntarily pulsed at the thought.

“Gerson,” Harper said. “You’re the only one who hasn’t agreed, yet.”

He was thinking about his prejudices before tonight, how he refused to work with women, and the reasons why. He’d be a hypocrite, made a turncoat only by lust. But then he looked at those eyes. Harper was far wiser than he realized.

He hearkened back to his earlier conversation with Colton. “She knows you’re a misogynistic asshole.”

“Tell me then, why would she still want to work with me?” he scoffed.

“Because you’re still one of the best, and that’s what she wants to be. And she’ll do anything to reach the heights she believes she can.”

But it’s a lie. He would only be agreeing because he wants to fuck her. Kyle showed him the number before he walked it. It was lower than he was used to, and far less than what Colton paid him before.

But when he lifted his eyes back to Harper, her top was off, and Colton was behind her, caressing her breasts in front of the group. The rest of the men shifted uncomfortably, each of their cocks hardening in their pants. The agent, Kyle, was already stripping off his clothes. He didn’t bother with undergarments, knowing what would transpire this night.

The lights dimmed. The TV was still on, as if being displayed as a guide. This is what she has already done. Her pussy, her ass, and her mouth were all available. Cum poured from all of her holes. Franz’s cock hardened.

Back to reality, Harper had spun around, bent, and slowly peeled her shorts down. Her ass and pussy were theirs to see. She was fully naked. Her body was glorious. Every male crotch in the room shifted.

Colton lay down on the ottoman in front of them. Surrounded by the men, Harper leaned back against Colton and guided his cock in. They watched as Harper’s cunt engulfed him. The creases in her chiseled abs shifted as she swayed her body. Her erect nipples pointed straight to the ceiling.

“Oh, fuck,” Harper moaned softly as Colton pushed himself deeper in her. He then pushed against her back and helped her up. She straddled his cock and bounced. Her breasts shifted with each rise and descent. Her eyes were fixated on Franz. It was then that he realized she wanted him the most—at least for employment reasons.

Nik stepped in front. He saw the video. He saw her fucking and sucking dick at the same time. His pants dropped. He was nearing fifty, and his gut was protruding, but Harper still wanted him. She didn’t hesitate, grabbing his cock with one hand and engulfing the head with her mouth. Franz listened to her muffled moans as she sucked the other older man in the room. Her head movements matched her bouncing on Colton’s cock. Franz’s cock was about to break the zipper of his slacks.

Harper lifted off Colton’s cock, but stayed there. She leaned back, with Colton helping prop her up. Nik stepped forward and aligned his cock to Harper’s pussy. He plopped it against her pelvis and then pushed forward, giving himself to Harper. “Oh, god!” Nik moaned. “She’s… oh, fuck.” Colton scooted back, and Harper sat in front of him. He caressed her breasts as Nik found his rhythm. The physiotherapist was having a blast, unable to hide his grin as his cock pummeled the young star.

After a minute or so, she lifted her pelvis. With Nik still fucking her, Colton had a little difficulty finding her asshole. But then, Nik absolutely pounded into Harper and gave Colton the force he needed to penetrate Harper’s ass.

“FUCK!” Harper screamed. “Motherfucking god! Yes!” The initial pain passed, and Franz could see how much she loved it.

Then she started riding Colton. Nik had to stop his thrusting, but soon enough, he synced with Harper. When she dropped onto Colton, Nik relented. When she lifted, he fucked her. Colton had Harper’s hips and was timing the fucks as well. Then they increased the pace. The cocks in her ass and pussy acted as pistons, increasing the RPMs as they continued to fuck.

“Oh, god. Yes! Fucking yes!” Harper smiled with an open mouth. This is what she wanted—chemistry. Now they were moving like burnout cardio. Her abs hardened, and Franz saw every muscle. He admired her dedication, her will, and that fucking hot body.

Nik was the first to moan uncontrollably.

“Do you want to cum in my mouth?” she asked. “I want you to fill my mouth. I want to taste that load.”

Colton helped push her forward. Nik fell back onto the couch next to Franz. Harper turned into a blur and was already on her knees and between his thighs, jerking and sucking his cock. Nik screamed as the first of his load erupted from his cock. The rope flew into the air, landing on Harper’s hair and shoulder. The second went half as high, but still got altitude. It landed on Harper’s face. Then she took him, taking the next thick ropes of cum inside her mouth. She moaned in satisfaction, sucking more from him like a cum-sucking vampire. Franz saw the glint in her eyes—he saw the monster who had an insatiable lust.

With cum still spilling from her mouth, she fell back to the ottoman. He started with her fingers, then worked his tongue, pleasuring her insides. Harper moaned, but never broke eye contact with Franz. Her body shivered as the young dark-skinned man sucked on her clit. Colton sat behind her and fondled her breasts.

When it was time, Harper mounted Colton. This time, her ass was facing Franz, and he watched as that perfect glute rose and fell and the cock disappeared and reappeared as a glistening wet mess. Colton was tall and had a cock to match. Franz’s aloof face finally cracked a gleeful smile watching that incredible ass fuck that long cock. Keyshawn stood over her, legs apart, then lowered himself until his cock was pointing straight down. Her asshole was his target. Keyshawn, himself, was well-endowed. Harper briefly stopped her fucking to allow Keyshawn a more stable landing pad. He pushed down, cock penetrating, and suddenly, he was in.

Franz had the perfect view of the double penetration. Two thick cocks penetrated the young woman simultaneously. After a solid minute, they found their rhythm, this time pushing into Harper at the same time. With each thrust, Harper shouted and grunted. Franz watched the tape. Whether he agreed to be her coach or not, he knew he would get hard watching Harper’s matches. He wouldn’t be able to erase her sexual grunts from his memory. When she slammed a tennis ball with all of her might and let out a grunt, she would make the same sound as two cocks pummeling her. As the ball pounded back and forth past the net, he would see two cocks pounding her holes.

“Urgh! Gugh! Gurgh! Uuuuuhhh!” Harper grunted each time Keyshawn and Colton pounded her. “Mmff! Gugh! Ummph! Fuck!”

They shifted positions, and Kyle came into the mix. Harper mounted her agent in reverse cowgirl, taking him in her ass. Keyshawn fucked her pussy, and Colton had Harper suck his cock. Franz watched as her perfect body was fucked in every hole. Her body was glossy with sweat. He realized she didn’t tire. Her stamina was impressive. The sweat started forming puddles in the valleys created by her muscles. Little streams flowed. Her hair was messy and drenched at the hairline. She had her hair up. This would be the same look she had late into a match. How could he watch her matches and not think of this night?

The three men began to groan. Their orgasms were building, building, and building. They were close. And them being close sent her into a fury. Her orgasm arrived suddenly, and her body erupted. She released Colton’s cock from her mouth and shouted, “FUCK! Oh, my FUCKing GOD! AHH! Ahhh! AaaahhAAAAHH!!”

Her body shook as her screams died. Her eyes went white. Rather than slow down, the men in her increased their pace, fucking her like frenzied animals. Their own loads were in their chambers. All three men grunted and groaned, and then went silent. Just for a moment, like the silence before a storm. And then… they shouted together, joining Harper in her orgasmic melody. Her voice cracked as her orgasm took over. Sour pleasure and the satisfaction as semen filled her pussy and her ass. Colton unleashed an erratic surge of cum across her face and breasts. There were the imaginary sounds of cymbals clashing as their loads filled her. Loads covered her.

Keyshawn relented, his cock popped out, and thick ropes of cum decorated her body. He grabbed his own cock and jerked it, beckoning the last of his first load. His cum and Colton’s cum met along the creases of her abdomen. Semen dirtied the ottoman. Semen was in Harper’s ass. Semen was all over her. And then, her body went limp, and she fell back against Kyle.

Only one man hasn’t fucked her yet and given her cum. Franz was naked, lying on the couch. Harper didn’t rest. She dismounted the men and stepped forward. Her body was slippery with sweat and cum. Semen was dripping from her holes. Franz didn’t care. He wanted her. Someone’s cum in her or not. Fuck that. It’s fucking hot. She straddled him on the couch, cum spilling still. The head of his cock pressed against her entrance.

“Whatever you decide tonight, I’m still going to fuck you. I’m still getting that cum from you,” Harper stated. “But I hope you stay. I hope you want to be my coach. I hope you want to fuck me—all the time.”

And then she dropped herself, taking Franz’s entire cock at once. Her pussy was still warm and tight. Franz let out an audible gasp as she took him, then moaned frequently as she fucked him. The cum on her body mixed with her sweat, but it only made Franz hornier and harder. Four other men watched as Harper fucked the 51-year-old man she hoped would be her coach. Franz’s eyes wandered from her perfect pelvis, the lines created by her fit abs, the crease where her sternum met her breasts, her slim neck and toned shoulders, and finally to her piercing sapphire eyes.

Her pussy was delightful. He felt her summoning all of his energy to his crotch. Her cunt pressed against his urethra. They each felt each other’s every texture.

“Jesus, fuck!” Harper shouted. Her pussy tingled each time she dropped herself onto him. She loved the way he filled her. The fact that he was old and the fact that he was slightly overweight—these facts only made it dirtier. She wanted to fuck her coach. She wanted to use her body to convince him. It’s so wrong. Unethical. But holy fuck does it turn her on. Her pussy baked as she rode him. Then all of the energy gathered, and she exploded. “Oh, my god! Yes! FUCK yes!”

She threw her body about in a frenzy. Her head thrown back, her back arched, and her pussy pulled against Franz’s cock. He felt her pussy shiver, sending him into a craze. Their lust collided where his cock met her pussy. Semen filled her once more. The first spurt of cum plastered her before he even knew he was having an orgasm. There was a delay, and his cock finally exploded into a mindblowing moment. He grew lightheaded as semen transferred to Harper’s uterus. Harper’s vision blurred as her orgasm took over. Her body numbed, but Franz caught her arms and didn’t let her fall. His pelvis convulsed involuntarily as more cum surged. The only thing Harper could feel was that transcendent orgasm, and the cum that was filling her.

Franz used what was left of him and pulled her back to him. They embraced and kissed. His cock was still thick inside of her. At that moment, Franz made his decision. His lawyer was going to be pissed that he didn’t let him consult or look over the contract.

“Now that I am officially your coach, you’ll have to do what I ask,” Franz said before the ink was yet dry.

Harper laughed, “Like, tonight?”

“This minute, yes.”

What Harper saw was a deep lust. It was hidden and buried by professionalism, but she had liberated a demon. She grinned.

“You’re going to keep fucking us tonight,” Franz said. “Even when you’re tired. Then in the morning, Nik will take care of you.”

And that’s how it began. Harper loved her team. She loved as they filled her to the brim that night, taking turns between fucking and resting. There was a cacophony of cum. Her hot body was lathered in a mixture of sweat and semen.

Harper did well in Montreal, then had a successful run in New York for the Grand Slam, losing to the eventual champion in the quarterfinals. Her ranking shot up, and despite being exhausted, she had a celebratory fuck with her team.