You make Caroline suck the racquet

“Lick it.” You tell her, holding the racquet handle right in front of Caroline’s beautiful face.

“Excuse me?” Caroline spluttered, as if she didn’t believe what you just told her to do.

“Lick the handle.” You repeat waving the thing before her, her wide blue eyes following the racquet in your hands.

The pretty Dane stares up at you for a couple of seconds and then, resigned to her fate, open her mouth and extend her pink tongue, touching the tip of the racquet handle with it.

“That’s it, Caroline,” You say. “Start licking it.”

Caroline swipes her tongue a few more times over the tip of the handle as you grin down at her. Suddenly she leans back, glaring up at you.

“Is there a point to this?” She asks with anger in her voice. “It seems like you want me to give a blowjob to my racquet!”

You make a show of scratching your chin. “Now that you’re talking…” You let the sentence hang. “Yeah, let’s go with that, start sucking.”

The blonde looks up at you with an expression that’s a mix of anger, shock and disbelief. You point at the racquet and raise your eyebrow at her. After a few seconds, she sighs deeply and focuses her attention on her racquet in your hand.

You watch in amazement as Caroline leans forward and takes the first few inches of the racquet handle into her mouth. Her cheeks bulge and you can see that she indeed started to suck her own tennis racquet. Her head starts to bob up and down as she sucks the handle in a sloppy manner, the wet noises making your cock grow hard in your pants.

“Yeah, Caro, suck your racquet,” You taunt her. “Suck it like you would do on a real cock.”

Her blue eyes shoot up and angrily lock with yours as you reach down with your other hand and caress her blonde hair. She was now taking more of the handle inside her mouth.

“Good girl,” You continue. “I’m sure that if your beloved racquet could cum, it would explode all over your pretty face really soon.”

You’re not sure if it was your dirty talk or the lewdness of simulating a blowjob on her racquet, but Caroline began to really get into it, sucking hard on the handle. She even brought her hand to it, stroking the base like it would help the object to orgasm.

You had to control yourself to not jump on her, your cock straining painfully inside your pants at the sexy display the tennis player was giving you. You notice that the racquet handle was already glistening with her saliva, so you held her head, stopping her.

“Alright, Caro,” You say in a ragged voice. “It’s slick enough, now what to do with it?”

You swear that you saw Caroline swallowing hard at your unspoken suggestion.