Buffy Beaten update

“I think it’s time for some exercise.”

Ampata stood in front of the glass door to the Sunnydale Tennis Club, admiring her reflection, with her tight-fitting tennis dress almost blinding in its pristine whiteness. The shadows her ripe curves cast on her body, breasts and hips jutting out through the tight-fitting fabric, made her look all the more voluptuous, and her caramel skin pleasingly contrasted with the antiseptic white. Above her breasts, the material turned to an off-white mesh, which covered her cleavage and the neck of the dress, further tantalizing the viewer with how much of her body was to be seen and how much more was to be imagined.

She pulled the door open and stepped through into the air-conditioned environs of the understated club, immediately noticing the blandly handsome man behind the counter. His face lit up when he saw her. 

“Hello again,” Ampata cooed to him. She had already taken the trouble to sign up with the club, and flirted with him a bit in the process. All a trap prepared far in advance. “So nice to see a friendly face when you’re new in town,” she further simpered, though she had already forgotten the man’s name. But knowing the effect her body and her favor had on him was far more important than that. “I’m in need of a tennis partner. Know anyone who could keep up?”

“Besides me?” he quipped as expected. Ampata dutifully laughed, and he went ahead and checked the computer. “Let’s see the schedules… ah, you’re in luck.”

He nodded out the window. Ampata followed his gaze and, like it really had been left to chance, saw Giles out practicing his serve—perhaps trying to clear his head after she’d stirred up such confusion in his well-ordered life with some personal pleasure. 

“That’s Rupert Giles. He’s signed up for doubles today.”

Ampata leaned slightly across the counter, allowing her mesh hemline to slip down her cleavage. “I think we’ve met. Could you make him my partner, por favor?”

The man melted at her tactile use of Espanol. “Certainly. Just as long as you promise to return the favor.”

“Oh, I will,” Ampata said, already forgetting the man again to think of better things in her future.

Five minutes later, she enthusiastically shook hands with Giles, her face lit up with a smile. The last thing he’d expected was her lovely form confronting him with all its charms, the remembrance of how wonderfully she’d treated him, in a social environment where he was used to only the well-off and the aged—a welcome relief from his usual time spent with teenagers.

“Ampata? What are you doing here?” he asked her.

“Playing,” Ampata answered, her eyebrow arched. “It’s good to get out of the house, isn’t it? Unless perhaps the house is as nice as yours. I’m sure I could spend all day and all night there.”

Before Giles could respond, their opponents arrived. Ampata didn’t bother to concentrate much on the game. She preferred to focus on Giles’s lean legs, the polo shirt stretched taut across his broad chest, and the occasional flicker when they brushed against each other, as she made sure to do frequently. 

She and Giles won the first set, lost the second, tied, and finally it was Ampata’s serve to break the tie. She bounced the ball a few times, then tossed it high, wound the racket back, and struck the ball full force for a wonderfully placed ace, winning it for them. 

In his unthinking jubilation, Giles threw his arms around her. Ampata breathed in his scent, sandalwood cologne not quite concealing the sweat he’d worked up under the California sun, and then she brushed her lips against his, wiggling her hips to his, feeling the jolt that went through his manhood as he lost his investment in the game and became totally enthralled with her.

“Do you want to keep playing?” Ampata asked him and Giles couldn’t help but respond with a happily boyish grin.

***

Ampata led Giles out the tennis club’s rear entrance to where her newly purchased van was parked, old and beat-up but still reliable. Ampata unlocked and opened the backdoor to reveal a thick carpet on the floor, cushions piled up in the corners, and stereo speakers built into the sides. It was clear the van had a history.

Ampata climbed in on all fours, padding to the curtain that separated the back of the van from the driver and passenger seats. There, she flipped over onto her back, spreading her thighs, showing Giles she wore nothing underneath her tennis dress. The thought that there had never been anything in the way of seeing her pert ass or bare cunt besides the few inches of the dress’s skirt brought Giles up short. While he was frozen, Ampata reached between her legs, rubbing her pussy with the palm of her hand, spreading its initial wetness all over her folds.

“I’m ready,” she purred, rubbing herself harder. “Come on, don’t waste time. I need it, Giles. I need it inside me.”

Giles realized that anyone could see this situation developing in the parking lot of the tennis club—that perhaps the smartest thing to do was shut the backdoor and walk away—but he couldn’t. His erect cock was so conspicuous at this point that turning around would be as conspicuous as leaving the backdoor open.

He climbed inside, closing the door behind him. With the windows blacked out, the van of ill repute became a perfect little hideaway from the world. Giles shuffled on his knees up to where Ampata’s long legs were spread. She watched hungrily as he undid his belt, then dragged his zipper down. Ampata sat up, her hand shooting to the front of his pants, reaching inside to touch his stiff prick.

“Oooh, you’ve got it nice and hard for me, Mr. Giles, real nice and hard.” She closed her fingers around his thick shaft and pulled it out into the open air, her eyes feasting on how big it was, how long, the cockhead throbbing and dripping with precum. Her fist pumped up and down its enormous length. “Give it to me now, Mr. Giles. Let me have your cock.”

“I want you to have it,” Giles muttered, almost talking to himself. His erection dripped precum onto the carpet like he was marking his territory. “I want you to have it…”

Ampata rolled over onto her stomach, grabbing a cushion to stuff under her groin so that her ass stuck up in the air, an offering to Giles’s maleness. She rocked her hips against the pillow, shaking her ass for him, a nice juicy target for all his fucking.

“Slide it into me,” Ampata hummed. “I’ll take it all!”

She felt his touch on the backs of her knees, his knowing fingers provoking all the sensitivity there, then working their way up her thighs to feel out all her softness, all the little morsels of pleasure in her tender flesh. Finally his hands were on her buttocks, surely gripping their roundness, thumbs digging between her asscheeks to allow him to open them up. With her flesh gaping wide, he fed his erect member into her. His cockhead eased into the sheer wetness of her arousal, Ampata shuddering with pleasure as she felt him spreading her even more with the intrusion, then outright trilling as his hard, hot manhood throbbed with lust inside her folds.

“Hhhn! I love it! I love having you inside me! Now fuck me, fuck my pussy, mi rei!”

But Giles was as stupefied with pleasure as she was. He savored the unfamiliar feel of her young, tight womanhood around his cock. She was the one discontent, the one who needed more, and Ampata thrust herself back onto his cock, taking it deep into her dripping sex. She didn’t stop until she felt his bloated balls pulsing against her, his cock throbbing even harder inside her walls, practically shaking her apart with its earthquake force. 

“Yes, take it, take all of it,” Giles groaned, hands now clawing into her hips, holding her steady as he rammed into her over and over again. Appetite whetted, temptation promised, he became a dog in heat, with Ampata happy to be his bitch.

Ampata shook with his thrusts, her hair flying everywhere as he fucked away at her hungry little cunt. Her breasts jiggled as he bucked into her. Ampata wished she could caress them without her dress in the way, but she couldn’t summon up the wherewithal to get out of the tennis dress, not while Giles was plunging his cock all the way into her. She grabbed another cushion and desperately headbutted it, grunting each time. Her passion was already demanding to explode.

“Que rico! Que rico!”

Giles reached under her slender body, cupping her breasts, his hands tighter than ever around them. Ampata looked down to see his big hands crushing her chest, provoking sensations in her that not all the clothes in the world could dull.

“Yesss!” she gasped. “Stick it in me, Mr. Giles, I want to come! Just keep fucking me, ohhh, fuck me till I come, fuck me just like that…” She ducked her head, hearing only the wet slap of his member conquering her wet pussy, filling her slot again and again, pumping out her aroused juices so they spilled all over her crotch and thighs.

“So good!” Giles moaned. “So good inside your damned cunt—“

“Yes, fuck me, I’m yours to fuck!”

“Here it is, Ampata!”

“Do it!”

“I’m going to come!”

“I want it so much, mi amor! Just come right inside me!”

“Yes, Ampata!” 

Giles pulled Ampata’s womanly hips as tight to his groin as he could get it, sending his cock almost to her womb. She felt the thick cockhead take whatever tightness was left in her cunt, stretching her out for all time, pulsing and dripping inside the virgin territory that he’d now claimed. And that was before she felt the hot rush of his cum shoot inside her, rivers of it, thick and smoldering as it left his cock in potent throbs. Each time she felt his sweet cum fill her a little bit fuller, she whimpered in satisfaction. It only took two such spurts before she came herself.

“Gh, do it, yes, YES!” Ampata cried, thrashing all over the floor of the van, constrained only by Giles’s impaling cock holding her in place, his weight pinning her down. She came all over his prick, shuddering, kicking, pounding her fists on the floor, her cream pouring out of her in stupefying waves of liquid wonder. As best as her spasming body could, she threw herself against Giles’s weighty frame, smacking against his loins as she pumped his length for more hot cum.

She bucked and writhed so hard that Giles slipped out of her, but he acted fast, shoving her down onto his back and rutting his bursting cock against her belly, emptying the rest of his load onto the belly of her dress. On the white backdrop of her tennis dress, his sperm seemed to gleam like crystal. His hands crushed her full breasts, fingernails digging into the mesh until it was rent through.

“Come, come all over me, Giles, yes, your cum feels so good, it’s all over me, so fucking good!” Ampata shuddered one last time, her cream spilling out of her in a last convulsive wave, a warm flood of contentment that she basked in long after it had technically ended. She laid there, letting Giles bang away at her warm body, fucking the very idea of her until there wasn’t any seed left in his balls. Then he pulled away from her, cum covering her dress and smeared onto his tennis whites as well, the sight of it as omnipresent as the smell suddenly pressing in in the enclosed space.

“I guess we’ll have to change,” Ampata giggled. “Why don’t you take us back to my place, Mr. Giles? I’ll put on something just for you…”