Seles vs Graf
by Imorol
Disclaimer: The following is all fictional (probably) and shouldn’t be taken as
an account of real events (possibly).
Monica Seles couldn’t believe it. She was at the top of her game since the
stabbing in Germany and had been
beating Stefi Graf in this match until the German had somehow managed to up her
own game remarkably.
Monica was one of the players on the WTA Tour who were involved in the antics
that went on after the matches
and did not want to loose to Graf. Monica knew what Graff liked to do to those
she defeated on the court. But
eventually the German defeated
her in the final two sets. After picking up her
equipment, Monica walked
dejectedly off the court followed by a smiling Stefi Graf. Stefi was watching
Monica walk off the court, thinking of
the things she was going to do to the tennis player that had proved to be such a
challenge for her before the
stabbing. Though Stefi was horrified at what had happened, she had to admit that
it had helped her own career.
Once in the changing rooms, Monica put her stuff aside and sat down on a bench
waiting for Graf to arrive.
Once Stefi entered the changing room she walked straight up to Monica and looked
down at her. The American
player looked back. Stefi loved the almost pleading look in Monica’s eyes,
asking the victor to leave her alone, just
this once. But Graf had been waiting to get Monica for a long time now and
wasn’t about to let her go
unmolested.
Reaching down, Stefi took hold of her tennis skirt and lifted, revealing her
sweat and juice soaked panties. With
her other hand she flipped off Monica’s cap. Gripping her by the back of her
head she pushed the Americans face
into her crotch.
“Smell me, Monica, and know you are beaten,” Graf said with a smile. The smile
quickly changed to a gasp of
delight as she felt and heard Monica begin to sniff her sweaty, juicy crotch.
Monica’s degradation had begun.
Monica knew the rules that many of those on the WTA Tour obeyed, and dropped to
her knees when Graf pushed
her head forward. She could already smell the German’s excitement, and knew she
was going to have to please
Stefi before she would be allowed to leave. So she put her nose up to Graf’s
panties and began to sniff. Even
though she didn’t really want to do this, Monica found herself becoming aroused
as she often did when she had
lost to an opponent and had been forced to perform sexual acts on the other
women. Even as she smelled the
slightly fishy smell emanating from the white cloth before her, Monica smiled to
herself. It seemed that all the
women in the WTA got off on having their defeated opponent sniff their knickers
as everyone seemed to start
things off with a panty sniff.
Still holding Monica’s head, Graf pulled her forward, spreading her legs a
little more to ensure that Monica’s face
was fully in contact with her crotch.
“Lick me now,” said Graf, and was pleased when Monica immediately began to lick
her pussy through her wet
panties. She shuddered when Monica scrapped her clitoris with her teeth and
responded by humping her crotch
against the American’s face, racing towards a quick cum.
When Stefi had told her to lick her, Monica knew that once the German got going
that there was no turning back
until she was fully sated. Knowing there was nothing she could do about it,
Monica drew her head back a bit and
extended her tongue to the wet cotton in front of her. The smell of Graf’s
crotch was strong, but the taste was
even stronger. Monica couldn’t remember tasting a stronger pussy before, and
despite herself began to lick Stefi’s
panties.
The German’s pussy was clearly visible in the now saturated panties and Seles
ran her tongue repeatedly from the
bottom of the cleft right up to the little nub of her clit and back again.
Monica began to really enjoy the smell,
taste and heat coming off Graff as she had done a number of times with other
players. Changing tactic, Monica
began to suck at Graf’s gusset, right over the super heated pussy underneath.
There was an almost immediate
increase in pussy juice as Graff began to cum, humping her crotch harder and
harder against Monica’s face.
Monica was so hot and horny herself that she spread her kneeling legs and
reached down and began to rub her
own pussy, staining her own shorts. Even as Graf’s sex released more juice,
Monica could feel her own juices
seeping through her shorts and dampening her fingers.
Grabbing Monica’s head, Stefi directed her sucking mouth directly over her
engorged clit. Within seconds Graf
came in her panties and in Monica’s mouth. Stefi let out a moan as she imagined
Monica’s face under her skirt
covered in her nemesis’ pussy juice. Still holding her head, Stefi drew the
American’s face out from under her skirt.
She looked down and grinned widely upon seeing her own juices all over Monica’s
face.
“Take off my panties,” said Graf.
Now not looking directly at Stefi’s face, Monica licked her lips clean of
Stefi’s juice as she reached under the
German’s tennis skirt. Monica took hold of the waistband and slowly pulled them
down. Stefi had raised her skirt
again so she could watch Monica do as she was told. Monica couldn’t help but
stare at the panty gusset and
pussy that she was exposing. She felt a trickle of juice leave her own pussy and
add itself to the amount already
staining her shorts. She became uncomfortably aware of the scent of her own
arousal rising from her crotch and
looking up into the Germans face, knew that Stefi could also smell it.
After stepping out of her panties Stefi had Monica lay face-up on the ground.
Turning to face Seles’ feet the
German squatted over her face, slowly lowering her crotch. Placing her knees to
either side of Monica’s arms, Graf
reached behind her to take hold of Monica’s head. She used her opponent’s nose
to guide her arsehole to Monica’s
mouth.
“Lick my asshole, Monica. Make it nice and clean.”
As Graf lowered her crotch to her face, Monica became increasingly aroused. She
knew what Graf was going to
have her do and found the perversity of it a great turn on. When the command
came, Monica instantly stuck out
her tongue in search of the dark rosebud. Finding it, she used her tongue in
broad strokes several times before
using the tip of her tongue to run around the rim of Stefi’s anus. Monica felt
Graf lean forward slightly then felt a
hand brush repeatedly over her own crotch, stroking her pussy through her
shorts. When her clit was pinched
savagely, Monica bucked up and her tongue sunk deeply into the anus she was
licking. Graf responded by pushing
down on Monica’s clit with a finger and wriggling her arse on her face.
Reaching down to play with her own clit, Stefi discovered that she was much
wetter then she had thought she
would be. Reaching over, Stefi grabbed a hold of her discarded panties and
forced them inside her vagina. While
still rubbing Monica’s clit, Graf manipulated her own in order to make sure her
panties were thoroughly soaked.
Feeling Monica’s tongue tiring, Stefi raised herself from her face and sat on a
bench. With Monica watching her,
Stefi leaned back and spread her legs wide, raising her short skirt as she did.
Pointing to a spot in front of her she
said to Monica, “Kneel.” Once the American was in place Graf said, “Pull my
panties from my pussy.” As Seles
reached forward with her hand, Graf stopped her saying, “No, use your mouth.
Pull them out one centimetre at a
time and make sure they end up in your mouth.”
Monica knew that Graf was not a lesbian but was involved in these post-match
antics as a form a psychological
warfare against her opponents, degrading them in order to throw them off their
game when next they met. If Graf
lost, she still participated as it was part of the rules obeyed by all those
involved. Monica herself was bi-sexual
and enjoyed the sexual antics for pleasure, at least when she was in charge,
although she had to admit to herself
that she often got off doing the things that others would make her do.
Leaning forward, Seles took hold of the panties with her teeth and slowly pulled
until a ‘fresh’ centimetre of cloth
was showing. As she continued to pull the panties centimetre by centimetre,
Monica realised that Graf was having
her eat her panties. Once the panties were fully in her mouth Seles couldn’t
stop herself from sucking on the juice
soaked underwear.
Seeing Seles sucking her panties, Graf reached forward and took hold of a corner
of the garment sticking out of
the other woman’s mouth. Monica continued to suck the panties as they were
slowly pulled from her mouth. Graf
sniffed at her own panties and was surprised to find that there was almost no
trace of her scent on them. Monica
had sucked her panties clean.
“Take your shorts off,” Graf ordered Seles. “Turn around and bend over as you do
it.”
Monica stood up and turned her back to the German. Bending at the waist she
reached to her waistband and
slowly pulled her shorts down. She knew that Graf could easily see how wet her
pussy was, once her shorts
stopped sticking to her crotch and were pulled down. She pulled them down over
her shoes and stepped out of
them.
Standing up, Graf had Seles lay down across a wide bench. The bench had a rail
running a meter and a half above
it from which clothes could be hung. The rail was supported by poles that were
driven through the bench. Graf
had the American spread her legs so that her knees were spread around two of the
poles. This was a little
uncomfortable for Seles, but excellent for what Graf had in mind for her. The
wide-spread position forced the lips
of Seles’ vagina to open up. Stefi leaned forward and sniffed at Monica’s
crotch, inhaling the rich aroma of the
American’s highly aroused pussy.
After placing a couple of thick towels under Monica’s arse, Graf took two
lengths of nylon and tied Monica’s legs
to the two vertical poles at her knees. Taking two more lengths Graf tied them
first to the poles then pulled them
up to Monica’s shoulders, looped them under her arms and tied the end of the two
lengths back to the poles. Graf
did not want Monica to be able to move too much for what she had planned. The
look of mixed confusion and
worry on Monica’s face pleased Graf.
Graf stepped over to a row of lockers and pulled out a sports bag. Moving back
to the bench, Graf kneeled down
between Monica’s splayed legs. Reaching into the bag she pulled out an inch
thick dildo. She had purposely
brought dildos and not vibrators as these were to be used to degrade Seles, not
give her pleasure. She placed the
tip of the dildo at the entrance to Monica’s pussy and glanced up to see Monica
looking down at the sex toy. With
a smile on her face, Graf plunged the dong straight into Monica’s vagina. She
knew the American was too wet for
the move to hurt, but would have done it had the woman been dry. Not to her
surprise the dildo moved easily in
and out of Monica’s pussy. But then again, it was only there to get lubrication.
Pulling the dildo out, Graf aimed it
at Seles’ small anus and began to push against the small hole with a steady
pressure.
Seles tried to back away from the dildo but couldn’t. She forced herself to
relax, to accept the intrusion but
because of the constant pressure found it hard to do. Monica was not an anal
virgin. Some of her former lovers,
both male and female, had been into anal sex, but she was not so used to it that
she could control her anus
enough to open it at will. Eventually Graf forced the dildo up Monica’s arse,
delighting in the pain evident on the
American’s face.
Leaving the dildo wedged in Monica’s arse Graf reached back into the bag and
withdrew a two-inch thick dildo.
This she inserted into Monica’s vagina. Taking hold of both dildos, Graf fucked
her victim in both holes at the same
time, ramming them in and out at the same time, both going in, both coming out.
She quickly noticed that Monica
had become used to the size of the toys and was even beginning to enjoy her
mistreatment.
Deciding it was time, Graf pulled both dildos from Monica’s body. Putting the
smaller one aside, she replaced it in
Monica’s arse with the thicker one. Seles was not watching and gave a yelp as
she felt the dildo being pushed
into her arse, stretching it further. It hurt but she quickly accepted it.
Seeing this, Graf reached back into the bag
and removed an even larger dildo, this one three inches thick. She quickly
inserted it into Monica.
As the larger dildo slowly entered her pussy, Monica could feel her anus begin
to tighten up around the 2-inch
dildo already in her. As the bigger dildo continued on its path, the pain
increased in Monica’s arse. When she
thought she could take no more, Monica felt the thick head of the dildo finally
enter fully into her pussy. Just as
she was thinking that the worst was over, Graf gave a mighty shove forcing the
entire length of the dildo up
Monica’s vagina until it rammed against her cervix. This sudden movement caused
the dildo in her arse to change
its angle as it was also pushed in deeper. Monica cried out at the sudden flare
of pain in her crotch.
Looking down between her spread legs, Monica looked and saw the smiling face of
Stefi Graf as she began to push
and pull the dildos in and out of her pussy and anus. Monica was thankful that
the German alternated the strokes
so that as one dildo pushed in the other moved out. Once again, Monica’s body
got used to the size of the dildos
invading her and she began to enjoy it.
She was close to having her first orgasm when Graf suddenly pulled both dildos
out of her orifices. The sudden
wrenching of the dildos from her body startled Monica. But before she could
complain Graf forced the 3-inch thick
dildo into Monica’s arse. The pain was the worse thing she had ever felt, much
more painful than the knife that
had cut into her in Germany. Monica cried out for her father as Graf forced the
dildo deeper through her anus and
into her rectum.
Once the dildo was seated all the way inside Monica’s backside, Graf stepped
around the bench and knelt at
Monica’s shoulder. She placed the other woman’s head against her breast and
stroked her head, trying to soothe
her pain away. Graf did not have any real wish to hurt the woman, but knew that
by trying to comfort her, after
causing her so much pain, would just add to her confused thoughts the next time
they played against each other.
Monica cried into Graf’s chest until the pain ebbed away. As she had cried, her
sobs had wracked her body and
her anus had clenched repeatedly against the dildo until the pain had gone away,
leaving behind a full and numb
feeling in her arse. She also became aware of the softness of the breast her
face was pressed against, and the
hard nipple poking her cheek. Turning her head slightly, Monica began to lick
and suck at the hardened nipple
through Stefi’s clothing.
Feeling Monica’s mouth trying to suck on her nipple, Graf quickly pulled away,
moving back between the
American’s legs. Not letting Seles see what she was doing, Graf removed a tube
of thick lubricant from her bag.
Pouring a small amount onto her hand she quickly covered her right hand with a
layer of the lubricant. Taking hold
of Monica by her hip, Graf slammed her fist into the gaping vagina before her.
Monica reared against her restraints as the other woman’s fist plunged deep into
her. She screamed in agony as
the fist was pushed deeper into her body until it pushed insistently against her
cervix. As Monica screamed, her
entire vagina squeezed down on Graf’s fist, causing her more pain. As Graf began
to work her fist around inside
her pussy, Monica began to adjust once again until the pain became a dull ache.
As she continued to fuck Seles’ pussy with her fist, Graf reached over and
picked up her opponents shorts. She
raised them to her nose and sniffed the gusset. The odour was strong and
pungent. Apparently Monica had been
highly aroused before she removed her shorts. Graf stood up, keeping her fist in
Monica, and pushed the gusset of
the shorts into her victim’s mouth, gagging her and preventing her from
screaming anymore.
Squatting back down, Graf pulled the three-inch thick dildo from Monica’s arse.
As soon as the dildo was clear,
Graf pulled her hand from the gripping vagina and forced her fingers and palm
through Monica’s anus and into her
rectum. She could feel Monica’s anus grip her around the wrist. Not satisfied
with having just her fist in Monica’s
arse, Graf reached for the tube of lubricant and covered her forearm with it.
Taking hold of Seles’ hip again, Graf
began to force her arm up the American’s arse.
Monica couldn’t believe the pain coming from her arse. She had heard that Graf
was rough with her victims, but
had never expected this. She was glad that she had been gagged with her shorts.
Not because of the flavour,
something she would normally enjoy, having tasted her own juices plenty of
times, but because she knew if her
screams were to be let out, people would rush to help and she would be
disgraced.
Graf was beside herself with arousal. She couldn’t believe that she was forcing
so much of her arm up Monica
Seles’ arse. She was near to her elbow before she couldn’t fit any more inside
her opponent. She began to fuck
Monica’s arse with her arm, pulling out to her wrist then plunging back into the
elbow. As she plunged in and out
she began to rotate her arms and move it in circles. Much to her surprise this
opened Monica up enough for her to
insert her arm above the elbow. The heat she could feel all along her arm
aroused Graf like nothing she had ever
felt before. She could see that she was causing Monica a great deal of
discomfort if not out right pain, but she
didn’t care, it just felt so great to her.
A sudden idea struck her. Graf reached back for the lubricant and emptied the
tube around and into Monica’s
vagina. Dropping the tube, Stefi rubbed her hand through the gel covering the
gaping vagina before her. Once her
hand was covered in the lube Graf pushed her hand into Monica’s pussy. The
feeling was wonderful to the
German. The heat alone was great, but the added pressure the move brought
against her arm as Monica’s anus
tightened was out of this world. Without even touching herself, Stefi Graf
shrieked and came, juice pouring from
her own pussy and dripping onto the hard floor beneath her. The more she fucked
her hands into Monica Seles,
the more juice she produced until there was a small puddle on the floor.
Exhausted, Stefi slowly pulled her hand from Monica’s pussy. She looked at the
ravaged vagina, seeing it gaping
open and slack. She had stretched it so much that she could see clear through to
Monica’s cervix. She then
turned her attention to her arm, elbow deep in Monica’s arse. As slowly as she
could, Graf withdrew her arm. She
looked at the violated anus of Monica Seles and waited for it to close. After a
few minutes the sphincter muscles
began to very slowly close. Satisfied that Monica’s arse was closing up Graf
washed her arms.
Returning to Monica, she untied the American. She watched as the woman very
slowly removed her shorts from
her mouth and sat up. Graf had an amused look on her face as Monica stood. She
had been so thoroughly fisted
that she could not stand with her legs fully closed.
“Are we through. Is it over?” asked Monica. Her voice was blank as if she were
in shock.
“See the puddle of my cum on the floor? Suck it up.”
Monica gingerly got down on her hands and knees. As she lowered her face to the
puddle of girl cum and began to
suck up the juice Stefi stripped naked. Once all the juice had disappeared into
Monica’s mouth and she looked up
at her, Graf reached down, pulled Monica’s tennis skirt up and spanked her hard
across her sore pussy.
“You can go now. See you on the court next week,” said Graf as she turned and
headed for the showers. She
knew that she would have a massive advantage over Seles the next time they
played.
Monica slowly got to her feet. She could not close her legs or stand up straight
due to the aches in her pussy and
arse. Unable to walk properly, she picked up her stuff and shuffled to her own
changing room. Despite the pain
and discomfort, Monica had to admit to herself that she had enjoyed the fisting
and knew she would try it again,
although maybe with someone a bit gentler then Stefi Graf.