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The stories I write are fiction and fantasy alone, written for my pleasure and hopefully yours.

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Switching yoga studios was the best thing I’ve ever done! I have never been so motivated and I am going up to 3 times a week! My new trainer Chris is a little intense, but he has been extremely encouraging yet somewhat unorthodox in his methods. He has me listening to mindfulness playlists and drinking detoxing herbal teas both during and in between sessions. They must be helping because I always feel so relaxed after a session and I’m feeling looser than I ever have. I feel open and I am able to clear my mind.

I’m excited to walk into the studio, I use the side entrance like Chris instructed. Today I smell incense and hear the soothing tones of the mindfulness tracks playing, this playlist sounds new. I decided to wear my new cobalt blue sports bra with the front zipper and black high waisted tights that make my ass pop. I’ve been feeling so frisky lately. I put my hair in a high ponytail and wore my new glossy cherry pink lip gloss. I never used to care about what I looked like for my workouts before, but Chris says it will strengthen my self-image. I do feel sexier somehow.

I lay out my mat and kneel to practice my breathing exercises before the session starts, I think he called it the Nadu pose? Chris is big on punctuality and breathing. I’ve noticed he can be a bit strict, so I focus on my breathing. Soon enough I hear the side door open, and Chris stands before me with a tea.

“Hey Jen, this one is new and should help clear your mind and is good for joint health. Drink it up and we will get started”, he hands it to me and asks, “what do you say?”

“Thank you, Chris, I know manners are important” I say as I look up at him through long lashes.

I can feel his intense grey-green eyes on my cleavage and I blush. Somehow it is ok to feel his eyes on me and I don’t cover up as I normally would. He reminds me that I should pay attention to my posture at all times, and I straiten up which only seems to push my tits out further. He stands over me waiting for my cup, it must be expensive or something because every drop seems to count.

The moment I finish he grabs the cup and instructs me to close my eyes and continue my deep breathing while he gets ready. The incense is strong today and I hear him turn the sound system up. I feel him approach close behind me followed by the weight of his hands planted firmly on my shoulders; I can feel how close his body is to mine. He pulls my shoulders back and tells me to just breathe and wait for the tea to help relax me.

I start feeling it already, maybe it’s a combination of the tea and the soothing sounds or Chris’s presence but I feel so relaxed and warm inside. The warmth travels from my chest down deep between my legs. I have to shift a little when the feeling starts to overwhelm me; I notice a significant wetness flooding my panties and possibly soaking through my tights. I squirm and blush bright red until I feel Chris squeeze my shoulders as he tells me to breathe through any distractions overtaking my mind. He tells me to clear my mind completely and that I will need to let all my guards down if I want to experience all the benefits of this session.

I can’t ignore the increasing warmth pulsing between my legs but I feel my mind settle completely, the warmth takes over me and I am no longer bashful in the slightest. It’s like I can feel my bodies physical sensations and am aware but don’t have control over my mind, letting go feels like such a relief.

My breathing starts to match timing with Chris’s hands rhythmically squeezing my shoulders. He walks directly in front of me; I don’t even flinch noticing the rather large bulge in his pants so close to my face.

“I think you are finally ready for your real training to begin” he says in a calm but confident tone. He pulls his pants down and I continue breathing while looking at the more defined outline of his cock in his tight black underwear. He looks down at me while he lowers them too and his erection springs up quickly. I notice how thick he is and my eyes widen as they trace from the largest balls I have ever seen up his hard shaft and perfectly proportioned head. I have never cared to notice such detail in a man before. The skin looks so tight, he is so wide, and I see a small drop of clear fluid on his tip.

It took me a while to notice but my mouth has been hanging open since he undressed causing my jaw to drop. For some reason I don’t even close it. He reaches out and pets my hair, his large hands trace over my forehead and softly down my cheek towards my chin. He tells me I am ready and to remain mindful of my breathing. Then he grabs my ponytail and uses it to adjust the angle of my mouth. With his other hand he directs the head of his cock to my lips.

“Stick out your tongue out of your pretty mouth for me please”.

He doesn’t ask and apparently doesn’t need to because I comply; the warmth has replaced any resistance I would normally have. He watches intently as he wipes the wetness from his tip onto my tongue and tells me to taste it. I close my watering mouth and notice the bittersweet taste of the viscous fluid.

“Good girl”.

Hearing those words from him increases the warmth and the pulsing becomes a throbbing I couldn’t possibly ignore. He reaches down and slowly starts to unzip my top; the pressure of the tight sports bra gradually releases until my tits bounce free. The air hits my warm flesh and my nipples harden instantly.

More throbbing…

He slides my top down off my shoulders and it hits the floor behind me. “Very good”, I hear his soothing voice say before he grabs my ponytail again and directs me toward his cock again. I don’t need to be asked to open my mouth it just happens. Everything is just happening.

More throbbing…

The distinct head of his cock slides past my lips and over my tongue, it seems never ending as his hard shaft moves to the back of my mouth, as far as it will go.

“Just relax your mouth and breathe” he says before his hand puts pressure on the back of my skull, pulling me in. Apparently, that wasn’t as far as he could go as my breath is cut off and the pressure continues in my throat.

Throbbing…

Involuntary tears well up in my eyes and just before I reach my limit, he pulls out enough that I can continue my breathing. He pulls it all the way out and leaving a thick string of saliva between us that eventually falls to my bare chest.

“This is a very important breathing exercise, remember your posture” he pauses, examining me like an exotic creature at the zoo. His attention shifts, “I notice you left lip gloss here, please clean it off”. He gestures to the pink cherry flavored ring just over halfway down his now shiny shaft.

He advances toward my mouth again and I lick as his cock bobs in front of me. “Use your hands to hold it and touch my balls while you clean up your mess”. I comply and soon taste the cherry flavored lip gloss as I lick all around his cock. His balls feel heavy but tight in my hand as I gently explore the textures with my fingers.

More throbbing and more wetness…

He then grabs my hair and forces his way to the back of my mouth again. I focus on my breathing as I was told. I notice all of the finer details of his cock while my tongue explores it, and he advances it slowly. “Breathe now” he says firmly just before he pushes deeper. His hand finds the back of my head again and after some more pressure I feel an audible “pop” as he pushes into my throat. The tears well up again and start to stream down my cheeks. I feel a rocking motion as he tries to work deeper and my body tries to swallow automatically. I feel my cheeks get hot and hear “Yes! That’s a good girl!” Before he quickly pulls out and I gasp, almost loosing my balance.

Throbbing…

I can see how slippery and shiny his cock looks. I feel the wetness running down my chin and spilling onto my chest but do nothing about it.

“Move into the Hero’s pose” he says, and I push my chest out as I feel him rub the wetness over my breasts. He reaches for an oil that he pours on my tits as he rubs the slippery mixture all over them. Kneading and cupping me firmly before pinching my nipples and making an approving noise. I remain in hero’s pose and breathe, looking up toward his face for direction.

Throbbing…

“Now move into cow pose for me” he says as he walks around me; I move to my hands and knees, arching my back. “Eyes front, posture is important” he reminds me as he places a flat hand on my lower back forcing me to arch further. He lowers his body down behind mine and runs his hands over my shoulders and down my sides, over my breasts pulling the oil backward as he moves. He slides his hands down and lets them rest on the crease of my hips where he squeezes.

He sighs and says, “this just won’t do, you need the oils on your skin for full effect”. Then he hooks his fingers into the hem of my tights and works them down, over my ass and down my thighs. His fingers then gently grab the fabric of my thong and he pulls upward, applying pressure to my warm, wet cunt.

Throbbing…

He keeps pulling in the same rocking rhythm he used to push the boundaries of my throat, exploring it with his cock. The motion causes me to become more aware of my increasing wetness. Soon my soaked panties are also pulled down leaving me even more exposed and dripping, now he knows how wet I am too. His fingers reach down and explore my slick pussy lips. Slicker than the gloss on my cherry flavored lips. He makes an approving sound and continues to explore like he is going to have to map it out later or like he is reading braille. Not removing his fingers, he uses his other hand to drip more of the sexy smelling oils onto my ass cheeks before spreading the slippery wetness around.

Throbbing and needy…

He stimulates my clit like he is telling me to cum with Morse code and I somehow understand it perfectly. He puts weight on my lower back with his firm oil covered hand, so I don’t jolt when he suddenly slides two fingers deep inside of me. Pressure on my back is barely noticeable once I feel the pressure and stimulation in my cunt. My needy cunt. I let out an involuntary grunt like an animal in heat.

Chris moves his fingers in and out of me expertly, his other hand firmly planted on my lower back as if to steady me; its like he is preforming a procedure on me that certainly feels therapeutic. I felt the throbbing increase with the tingling electric pulses his fingers provoke as they are buried in my warmth.

He lets me reach an edge of pressure overload before pulling them out. He spread my wetness up towards my ass and pulls the slick oil downwards to my ass crack. I could feel his body shift followed by the weight of his cock as it slides between my ass cheeks. He adds more wetness from his still leaking cock. He adds the precum to the other fluids and seems to enjoy watching them all mix together. Maybe that imagery is just in my head but that is what I picture him doing as I feel my need for more increasing. I feel him push my ass cheeks together so they surround his slippery cock as he rocks back and forth. I don’t want him to cum before he fucks me and gives me what I need but I am not in control right now.

Throbbing and need…

“Move into child’s pose and keep your ass up please, you are an excellent student and excelling quickly through the lessons. Such a good girl, you are doing great. Keep your pussy pushed up for me. Focus on your breathing, I shouldn’t need to remind you at this point”, his voice fills my ears with more need and anticipation.

Chris runs his hands up my back as I press my chest and face down to the cool yoga mat. I stretch my arms out above my head, feeling the finer details of the mat with my fingertips. He fixes his hand to the back of my neck and reminds me to hold the pose. I feel his hand grip the crease of my hip as the head of his cock rubs up and down my aching pussy lips. Pressure increasing each time he slides over my swollen clit and engorged fuck hole.

Throbbing and urgency…

I had to ignore the desire to push backwards into him so I could feel him inside of me, but more importantly I had to hold the pose as instructed. I moan when he focuses more on my entrance and slowly starts to push himself inside. I’m sure my wetness must be coating his shaft as it leaks out of me. I hear a few light taps and hear wet sticky sounds fill the room as he teases my pussy lips with his cock. I hear him growl in approval before sinking himself into me fully and growling louder. It is like I have been programmed to take whatever he gives me and love it.

He rocks a little deeper inside of me and squeezes my hips harder. He pushes even further and I am almost pushed out of my position if not for his strength holding me in place. The pressure inside of me is overwhelming and like nothing I have ever felt before. The sensitivity in my needy pussy is at an all new high. He starts to thrust and each time he pushes deeply into me a current shoots up my spine while the pressure at my entrance increases with his girth. He is so thick, the pressure is everywhere all at once.

Throbbing and pressure…

My breathing becomes taxed, I hold my breath at times. I have given up all of myself and everything else is just pleasure at this point. So much of this seems out of my control. I can’t believe how good it feels to let go. My mind is so clear.

I hear him tell me to cum for him and let go. He tells me to cum on his big cock and give myself to him. He tells me I am doing very well at taking all of him inside of me. It’s an important part of my training he says. Between thrusts and his own labored breathing, I hear him tell me he needs to be able to let go too and experience this connection so he can get as deep into me as possible and deeper into the exercise.

I mumble and breathe erratically as I feel the pressure mounting. I am so close, the smooth friction his cock gives me pushes me to climax. I am one with him in this moment. Waves of tickling pleasure flow outward from my clit and I feel my wetness increase suddenly as I squirt all over his cock and balls. I grip the edge of the yoga mat as the waves continue. I feel a sudden slap followed by a burning sting on my ass cheek. He then spreads my cheeks apart and slows his pace while he watches his cock disappear into my tender pussy. He begins to moan consistently.

“Good girl, I can see your cum all over my cock and now it’s my turn.” His voice sounds lower and hypnotic. He lowers his body weight onto mine and pushes my legs straight into a prone position.

His arms wrap around my upper body and neck, I feel his arm and hand across my breasts and squeezing my tits. He has secured me in place and I couldn’t move even if I wanted to. The thought never even crossed my mind for some reason.

He thrusts harder and deeper. I feel his balls press into me and his cock feels harder somehow. Sometimes he is so deep it hurts but I focus on my breathing like I was told. He grips my flesh like he is going to tear into me; he moves faster still and then holds himself deep. He is rocking like he did earlier and grunting loudly in my ear before he starts to make satisfied moans and milks the last of his cum deep inside of me.

When he eventually pulls out of me, he spreads my ass cheeks wide and seems to take a keen interest in how my pussy looks. He rakes his fingers down my back before getting up instructing me to get dressed, telling me I can use the private staff bathroom to freshen up.

When I am done, he appears professional once again. He scheduled my next session and gives me a new playlist along with a new tea to try. He tells me I made excellent progress today as he processes my payment. Apparently, I get a discount for advancing in the sessions.

Next thing I know I am driving home and feeling so relaxed. I am once again so grateful I decided to try a new trainer. This is a completely different experience that seems to be working great. I’m looking forward to my next session with Chris soon. He asked me to wear my hair in braids next time and I don’t even question why, I am sure he knows best, he is the professional after all.