The Coach’s Pet: Victoria’s Secret Training

In the opulent enclave of Beverly Hills, nestled within a gated community, I, Victoria, was born into a world of unimaginable luxury. My family's residence was a testament to my father's immense success, featuring a sprawling estate with a seven-car garage, an Olympic-sized pool, and a tennis court. The household staff resided in their own quarters, and the mansion boasted fifteen bedrooms and twenty bathrooms. Tennis became a significant part of my life when my mother, a former trophy wife, introduced me to the sport at the exclusive country club.

My mother, though not a skilled player, used tennis as a means to maintain her figure and socialize with other affluent women. By the age of six, I was already outplaying her on our private court. Recognizing my natural talent, the country club pro, a former professionally ranked player, suggested I be tutored by the legendary Martina Navratilova, who was known to work out at the club daily. Her athletic figure and tan, a result of endless hours outdoors, were as legendary as her tennis prowess.

One day, my mother approached Martina, asking if she would assess my potential. Martina, with her record of being the world No. 1 in women's singles for 332 weeks, agreed to give me a try. She had me hit some balls, corrected my swing, and then pitted me against the club's best player. Within minutes, she stopped the match, turning to my mother with a confident smile. "If Victoria is willing to work hard and stay committed, I can make her a junior champion and a pro. But I need complete control of her training and lifestyle. She'll live with me, go to school, and learn at least three languages. That will be the only time she is out of my control."

My parents, after a brief discussion, agreed to Martina's terms, and I moved into her modest three-bedroom home. Martina's master bedroom was adjacent to her private bathroom, while Kim, the maid, and I shared a bathroom between our rooms. Kim, a charming Japanese woman with a slender figure and striking black hair, was often seen naked, and I grew comfortable with her casual nudity. Our mornings started early, with me rising before dawn for tennis practice, followed by school and language classes.

Kim and I often crossed paths in the bathroom, and our familiarity grew. She would often feel my butt and pussy, her touch becoming a familiar and exciting part of my routine. I kept these encounters a secret, enjoying the sensations she aroused in me. My days were filled with intense tennis training, language lessons, and a strict diet to maintain my fitness. Weekends were slightly more relaxed, but the rigors of my schedule left me exhausted and soundly asleep each night.

One evening, while relaxing with a novel, I heard a thud from upstairs. Curious, I investigated and found the source of the noise coming from Martina's bedroom. I approached the door, hearing muffled voices and sounds that piqued my curiosity. I opened the door to find Martina and Kim naked on the bed, engaged in a passionate embrace. Kim was on her knees, her wide butt and puffy labia majora exposed, while Martina lay beneath her, her creamy white thighs and dark pubic hair visible.

Startled, I fled the room and curled up in a chair downstairs, trying to hide. Martina soon found me, her silk dressing gown revealing her naked body beneath. She sat on a footstool in front of me, her legs parted to expose her vulva. "I'm sorry you saw that," she began, her voice soft. "Kim and I share a special bond. She told me about your encounters in the bathroom, and it turned me on. I had to make love to her."

I listened, fascinated, as Martina shared her own story of discovery. She revealed that her parents had hired a male pro to train her, and it was during her junior tennis days that she realized her lesbian tendencies. "I fell in love with an older woman, my agent, and we shared a room when I turned pro," she confessed. "Are you going to tell your parents that I'm a lesbian?"

"No," I replied, my eyes fixed on her crotch, inhaling her intoxicating scent. "I won't tell anyone."

Martina leaned closer, her gown falling open to reveal her firm, round breasts. She cupped one, squeezing it gently. "You're about the age I was when my roommates introduced me to sex. It was thrilling to have girls eat my pussy while another sat on my face. I learned to eat pussy and rim assholes."

Her words sent a shiver down my spine. She placed her hand on the back of my neck, pulling me into a deep kiss. Her tongue explored my mouth as she laid me on the carpet, opening my blouse and pulling up my skirt. She fingered my pussy through my panties, her touch sending waves of pleasure through me. I moaned as she fed me her breast, instructing me to suck her nipple while she masturbated me with her right hand.

My first orgasm was overwhelming, my legs quivering with the intensity of the sensation. Martina pulled her finger out of my vagina, holding it under my nose so I could smell her musky aroma. She wiped her finger on my upper lip, then stuck it into my mouth. I sucked on it, tasting her pussy. Before I could react, she straddled my body, walking up on her knees until her vagina spread over my face. I was drowning in her slimy fluid, my throat raw with the taste of her.

Kim entered the living room, announcing that dinner was ready. She was wearing only an apron, her small breasts and black-haired pussy exposed. Martina stood up, helping me to my feet. We joined Kim in the dining room, the sight of their nearly naked bodies distracting me as we enjoyed a delicious meal.

After dinner, Martina led me to the couch, removing my clothes before we sat down. We hugged and kissed passionately until Kim returned with coffee and cookies. She sat across from us, her apron barely covering her crotch, her small breasts exposed. The three of us sipped coffee and enjoyed cookies, the atmosphere charged with anticipation.

As soon as Kim left the room, Martina took me into her arms, kissing me softly. "Kim became my maid after I met her at Wimbledon," she explained. "She was studying culinary arts in France and accompanied her patron to the tournament. We've been together ever since. I don't know if you're aware, but I'm married to Julia Lemigova. She's visiting relatives in Russia and will love you as much as I do when she gets home."

I was stunned to learn she was married, but my thoughts were soon forgotten as Kim returned, kneeling in front of us. She placed a hand on each of our thighs, her touch sending a jolt of excitement through me. Everything else faded away as I felt Kim's mouth on my pussy, initiating my first ménage à trois. The experience of having two pussies to suck on while getting eaten out was unlike anything I had ever imagined.