Dirty Yoga
"Namaste, and welcome to yoga class for complete beginners. My name is Gary and I'll be your instructor for this session. Close your eyes, lie down and just relax. First off, we're going to practice breathing. Picture the most relaxing scene you can imagine and take a long deep breath. Feel the clean air filling your lungs with good health and positive energy. Hold your breath for 5 seconds. Exhale all the negativity and tension. Then again. In with the good, out with the bad," he said as he walked around the room. His all-female class was full of 20 - 35 year olds decked in brightly-colored yoga outfits that left very little to the imagination. They were predominantly athletic types -- toned calves, rock hard abs, sinewy arms, the works -- and very easy on the eye. Even after working professionally as a yoga instructor for 2 years, he still worried about embarrassing erections that came with no warning and very visible discomfort. Before the class began, he had noticed Iman, the dark-skinned girl right at the back of the class with short curly hair and hazel eyes. They made eye contact several times and he eventually said hi to her as he made his rounds meeting his students as they arrived and set up. The handshake had lingered a bit too long and he felt a spark of excitement in his chest as he smiled, walking towards the front of the class.
As they demonstrated his instructions, in varying poses, from the mountain and tree poses to the downward dog and child's pose, he observed each woman intently, often walking to each one to assist where he felt the need. As Iman attempted the child's pose, he came up beside her and whispered, "relax your back more". The view of her perfectly-sculpted ample-sized bum from above mesmerized him and within seconds he felt a blood rush to his manhood. Not again, he thought to himself as he went back to the front of the class. During the five-minute water cooler break, Iman walked up to him to ask about effective stretching exercises she could do at work in less than 10 minutes. She managed to slip him a business card as she walked back to her yoga mat at the back of the class. On the back. the outline of her lips in plum lipstick. He couldn't remember the last time any woman had made such brazen advances at him. He couldn't help but focus intently on her. Her coy smile and seductive gaze had drawn him in.
As they worked through the poses once again, he performed his routine inspections, walking around the class, as his students, eyes closed, did their best to follow his instructions. While on the Chaturanga Dandasana, the four-limbed staff pose, he knelt beside Iman and whispered "great form" in her ears. Everyone was facing the floor, eyes closed. Before he stood up, he gently ran two fingers between her legs and within moments, a little wet patch became barely visible between her yoga pants. 15 minutes later, the class was over and 10 minutes later, the yoga studio was empty save for Iman and Gary. He locked the entrance and exit to the studio and without saying a word, he walked over to Man, who was kneeling upright on her yoga mat. She pulled down his shorts and briefs in one fell swoop and hungrily enveloped him within her mouth. She pulled him towards her and within moments her tongue was caressing his balls as his erection grew inside her mouth. His eyes were closed. She began to bob her head up and down on him leaving his erection, dripping wet.
She bent over and he returned the favor, as he stripped down her yoga pants revealing nothing but her perfectly shaped caramel butt cheeks. He spread her thighs apart and slid his tongue into her. Her juices were already flowing copiously as she spread her cheeks apart to aid the exploration of his tongue. Without warning, her straddled her and began to tease her with his mushroom top. Each movement getting a little more of him wet from her juices. He slid into her effortlessly and began the slow rhythmic motions exploring her depths. He explored her slowly, thrusting gently but very deliberately. He kissed the back of her neck, her ears, her shoulders, pinning her hands down as she surrendered completely to him. Her eyes were closed, her moans gentle but he had no doubt about her pleasure. As she jerked up and down on him, he knew she was close to her first orgasm and only at that point did she let out an audible shriek as her body rocked. He remained still, deep insider her until the jerking of her hips had come to a halt.
She decided to flip the script and pin him down on his back as she straddled his wet throbbing erection again. She knew he would be spent in 20 pumps and she was bound to make each one count. She lay flat on his torso, their lips locked, their tongues exploring each other. Her hips were the only thing that moved as she bounced up and down on him. 1, 2...his hands caressed her back and ran down her spine. 3, 4, 5, 6...she was upright, her breasts swaying from side to side, as his hands caressed them and teased her nipples between his fingers. 7, 8, 9...he smacked her tight little butt gently goading her to ride him harder. 10, 11, 12, 13...his hands were on her hips as he guided her movements up and down on him, pushing her down on him as hard as his strength would allow. 14, 15, 16...they made eye contact and the coy smile on her face told that she knew he couldn't take any more. 17, 18, 19 and 20...his face and body rigid as he flooded her with his cum, spurting his load into her depths. His head fell back to the yoga mat as he exhaled heavily.
He woke up naked, still on the yoga mat. There was nobody in sight but he could hear footsteps from the open door. His next class was about to start. Shit!
As they demonstrated his instructions, in varying poses, from the mountain and tree poses to the downward dog and child's pose, he observed each woman intently, often walking to each one to assist where he felt the need. As Iman attempted the child's pose, he came up beside her and whispered, "relax your back more". The view of her perfectly-sculpted ample-sized bum from above mesmerized him and within seconds he felt a blood rush to his manhood. Not again, he thought to himself as he went back to the front of the class. During the five-minute water cooler break, Iman walked up to him to ask about effective stretching exercises she could do at work in less than 10 minutes. She managed to slip him a business card as she walked back to her yoga mat at the back of the class. On the back. the outline of her lips in plum lipstick. He couldn't remember the last time any woman had made such brazen advances at him. He couldn't help but focus intently on her. Her coy smile and seductive gaze had drawn him in.
As they worked through the poses once again, he performed his routine inspections, walking around the class, as his students, eyes closed, did their best to follow his instructions. While on the Chaturanga Dandasana, the four-limbed staff pose, he knelt beside Iman and whispered "great form" in her ears. Everyone was facing the floor, eyes closed. Before he stood up, he gently ran two fingers between her legs and within moments, a little wet patch became barely visible between her yoga pants. 15 minutes later, the class was over and 10 minutes later, the yoga studio was empty save for Iman and Gary. He locked the entrance and exit to the studio and without saying a word, he walked over to Man, who was kneeling upright on her yoga mat. She pulled down his shorts and briefs in one fell swoop and hungrily enveloped him within her mouth. She pulled him towards her and within moments her tongue was caressing his balls as his erection grew inside her mouth. His eyes were closed. She began to bob her head up and down on him leaving his erection, dripping wet.
She bent over and he returned the favor, as he stripped down her yoga pants revealing nothing but her perfectly shaped caramel butt cheeks. He spread her thighs apart and slid his tongue into her. Her juices were already flowing copiously as she spread her cheeks apart to aid the exploration of his tongue. Without warning, her straddled her and began to tease her with his mushroom top. Each movement getting a little more of him wet from her juices. He slid into her effortlessly and began the slow rhythmic motions exploring her depths. He explored her slowly, thrusting gently but very deliberately. He kissed the back of her neck, her ears, her shoulders, pinning her hands down as she surrendered completely to him. Her eyes were closed, her moans gentle but he had no doubt about her pleasure. As she jerked up and down on him, he knew she was close to her first orgasm and only at that point did she let out an audible shriek as her body rocked. He remained still, deep insider her until the jerking of her hips had come to a halt.
She decided to flip the script and pin him down on his back as she straddled his wet throbbing erection again. She knew he would be spent in 20 pumps and she was bound to make each one count. She lay flat on his torso, their lips locked, their tongues exploring each other. Her hips were the only thing that moved as she bounced up and down on him. 1, 2...his hands caressed her back and ran down her spine. 3, 4, 5, 6...she was upright, her breasts swaying from side to side, as his hands caressed them and teased her nipples between his fingers. 7, 8, 9...he smacked her tight little butt gently goading her to ride him harder. 10, 11, 12, 13...his hands were on her hips as he guided her movements up and down on him, pushing her down on him as hard as his strength would allow. 14, 15, 16...they made eye contact and the coy smile on her face told that she knew he couldn't take any more. 17, 18, 19 and 20...his face and body rigid as he flooded her with his cum, spurting his load into her depths. His head fell back to the yoga mat as he exhaled heavily.
He woke up naked, still on the yoga mat. There was nobody in sight but he could hear footsteps from the open door. His next class was about to start. Shit!
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