Finally got into my yoga teacher’s pants [FM] [anal]

Claudia’s my yoga teacher, and she’s fucking hot. Not that that’s why I picked her class, but she’s a cutie. Latina, petite, stacked, with a great ass, and the sexiest smile. And she wears these gym uniforms that’re so tight they could be painted on. Every Saturday, Monday, and Wednesday, I go to her class and watch the fabric cling to her hot little body, it’s pattern swelling and bending and stretching as it contorts to contours.

“Knees spread, hips in the air,” she says, demoing a lift, her ass towards me, like I’m supposed to stare.

She turns to look at the class’s technique, the layers of her wavy bronze hair spilling down her shoulders.

“Almost,” she says, walking over. Her hands reach out, steer my thigh, direct my motion. “There, better,” she smiles. Her eyes sparkle.

It’s a miracle I don’t have a boner for, like, the entire 45 minutes of her class.

Claudia is bent backwards, back arched, tits out.

“Watch my form,” she says. Lunging, giving us a face full of ass.

Standing, leaning to the side, her tits bounce and hang.

Straightening up, then diving down and touching her toes. Ass high, hints of cameltoe between toned thighs.

Class after class I gawk, but I’m improving too. I’m getting fit, getting lean. Cardio to get me in shape, weight-training to get me toned, and yoga to get me flexible. Claudia tracks our progress on a chart. She’s great at motivation.

Today I swipe in, and Claudia’s standing beside the check-in desk, looking glum.

“I’m not forgetting what day it is, am I?” A lame joke. It’s a Tuesday, not my usual day with her.

“You know, Mr Simon,” she says with a hint of accent, “You’re the most serious client we have.”

“Whadya mean?”

“I’m supposed to have a class…” she glances at the clock, “Starting twelve minutes ago. Eight students. But not one of them is here.”

“Those jerks!”

“I know,” she says, “But you. You are here everyday, never missing. And it shows.” She’s got an appreciative grin on her face as her eyes scan up and down my body, punctuated with a knowing flick of her eyebrows. “Your progress, you’re looking good, Mr Simon,” she says.

I am not accustomed to being ogled. I force a chuckle I do not feel. “Hah, thanks.”

“And no, it’s not your day, but…” she tilts her head towards the yoga studio, “You could have me for the remainder of the hour, if you want me.”

“Err, what?” Have her?

“They already paid me for the time, even if they’re not using it,” she says, “So how about taking me for yourself? Ready for some yoga one-on-one? I’ll show you some new positions.”

Alone with Claudia? Are you kidding me? “Sure,” I say, “Sounds like fun.”

“Oh no, Mr Simon,” Claudia shakes her head, “No fun. I’m going to ride you hard.”

“Haha.” My voice cracks nervous. English isn’t her first language, do I tell her about the double entendres? But she’s turned away, walking to the studio. I follow her. I would follow that ass anywhere.

We start with the basics, loosening up, doing warm-up stretches. Prepping for more extensive forms to follow. It’s just like a regular class, except Claudia is now only inches from me, observing my every move.

I wither under her critical gaze. But she reaches out, “Almost, Mr Simon, but let me adjust you, set you right.”

She pulls me into position, guides my torsion, extends my stretches. Her hands are on my arms, my chest, my legs. Her touch is gentle and guiding, but it’s like electricity, exciting me on a chemical level.

I am on the floor, legs out, and she leans over me. I get a face full of tits, large round and glorious, and they’re so close I could lick them. She aligns my arms and then sits back, looking pleased. I’m objectifying her, and the thought triggers something, hitting me with a tinge of guilt.

“A good workout is like foreplay, no?” she says, smirking.

“Huh?” Did I hear that right?

She glances meaningfully at my crotch, and I follow her gaze. I blush.

My cock is bulging out against my shorts. Last week I switched to new, tighter gym clothes to celebrate my new, fitter self, but now I’m flush with embarrassment. My old shorts were baggy, but with these new ones, they’re all the time pressing against my junk, so I hadn’t noticed that I’ve got an erection shoving out against the thin, tight fabric. It’s shape is unmistakable. “I–oh my… I’m sorr–”

“No no, Mr Simon,” she cuts me off and winks, “These things happen, I am not offended.” She glances again at my crotch and licks her lips.

My cheeks burn with shame. I avoid meeting her eyes.

“Lie flat on your back,” she says.

“I’m not sure that that’s such a good–”

“Do not be serious,” she cuts me off, “Yours is not the first hard penis I have seen in my yoga studio. It’s quite common. Getting aroused, even it happens to women.” She glances again at my crotch. “But with us it’s less obvious.”

“Ummm, ok,” I mumble, laying back, willing my erection to go away. But it’s defiant, towering out from my crotch. I am going to die of shame.

We somehow continue on the routines, twisting, flexing, bending, holding. I grunt and strain, but my mind keeps running back to my crotch. My erection will not subside. It’s the damned tight shorts, squeezing my balls, pressing back against my cock as it fights to stand at attention.

“Looking good, Mr Simon,” she says, standing across from me. I glance her way, and she’s biting her lip, gaze fixed on my crotch. My cock is tenting the shorts something obscene, my fat circumcised head clearly outlined in the shiny black material.

“I, uh–”

Claudia cuts me off. “Just one change,” she says, reaching across me, my erection brushing against her leg as she does. It’s nothing, an accident.

But then it happens again on the next pose. And again a third time. Maybe she doesn’t notice?

“Hey now, Mr Simon,” she says, “You just can’t keep that thing away from me, can you?”

“It’s– I’m sorr– I don’t–”

“Listen to you stammer,” she chaffs, a smirk on her face.

Am I just imagining this? There’s no way she’s teasing me, right? This is just my horny brain made even hornier by these damn too-tight shots. I’m paying her to train me, and I’d be a major asshole if I misinterpreted her friendliness.

“I like them when they’re nice and big like this.” She points at my dick. It swells against the fabric in a shameless bulge.

I choke. “What?”

“You are so silly,” she says, “Being embarrassed by such things. Isn’t this why you train? To feel good yes, but also to look good? Being healthy and fit is sexy, no?”

“I mean, well, yeah,” I babble.

“And in tighter clothes, you feel sexier, no?”

I’m blushing hard. “Uh, I guess…”

Her grin spreads, her eyes glinting. “Guessing is not necessary. I can see it in all of your body. So if your penis also wants to show off, I will enjoy the view, like you enjoy the view of my tits.” She hunches her shoulders, shaking them, making her breasts bounce.

“Uhh… I don’t…”

“You’re not a good liar, Mr Simon,” she says, “I know you like watching them. They are nice, no?” She cups them, squeezes. My jaw drops.

“But anyway,” she continues, “We should do this new routine. You will like this, it will make you better at sex.”

I splutter, “What?!”

Claudia’s running her hand up against her crotch, rubbing her fingers against her pussy. “If you want to be good at sex like me, you cannot be having weakness or cramping in the groin area.” The swell of her sex is outlined in the silvery material and she smiles on proudly. “It is not enough to simply be excited, Mr Simon. Every man has a hard penis. No, you must have the endurance and training to use your penis to its full potential.” She forms a ring with her thumb and forefinger and makes a stroking motion.

“Ohmygod…” I gasp, and she giggles.

“With my pussy,” she says, “I train it to be very tight, to have complete control.” She gyrates her hips with precise, deliberate motions.

I whimper.

“So, yes,” she says, “These poses will be more complex. They are for two people. I invented them and they need your help.”

She lays down prone, shoulders underneath her, back arched. “Now accompany me. Lay on top, hips on mine, and grab my shoulders.”

I’m on top of her, my cock pressing against her ass, trying to do what she says.

“Now thrust!”

“What?”

“Thrust with your hips,” she says, “Push into me, pull on my shoulders.”

I thrust, and my erection jabs through layers of clothing, between her ass cheeks, and against her crotch. She grunts, “Yes! Hold there, perfect.” What are we doing?

With the next pose she is straddling me, her ass on my chest while she holds my legs. Then I am holding her up, wheelbarrow style, my dick once again pressed against her. Then she has me grip her torso, my hands just below her tits, their weight hanging against my hands while she wraps her legs around me. I am deliriously horny.

“You should be proud,” she says, our bodies pretzeled together, “You’ve built up much strength, very nice tone, a truly stiff penis. Your girlfriend will love these changes.”

Oh. Yeah. Her. “Sure,” I grunt. My erection is shoved against Claudia’s thigh.

“What, she does not? Is she afraid of a man with muscles?” The heat from Claudia’s sex soaks into my leg.

“Things’re fine.”

“That’s sad,” she pouts, “’Fine’ is only one step from ‘bad.’”

“I guess.”

“So, what, she leaves you alone, and you have to masturbate?” she giggles.

My eyes go wide. “Wh–”

But Claudia cuts me off, “It’s not a bad thing. Not always. To masturbate can be a workout, too. Depending.”

She grinds her pussy against my thigh, her tits fill my vision. “Depending on what?” I squeak.

She ignores my question. “Will you be thinking about me when you next masturbate?” She says it matter-of-factly.

My chin is rubbing against her tits. “Yes,” I say.

“And I will be thinking about you,” she says, “And your marvelous stiff penis, so happy to see me.” She tilts her head, looking pensive. “Maybe we can do each other a favor, no?”

“What do you mean?” I know what she means. I don’t know why I said that.

Claudia rolls her eyes. “I will masturbate you, and at the same time, you will masturbate me.” She grinds her pussy into my thigh, harder. “Do you agree?”

My head spins. I grab her ass with both hands and she shoves my face down into her chest. “Yes,” I say, voice muffled by her shirt.

She moans into my ear, her tongue flicking over my skin. “I knew you’d say yes.”

She sits next to me, taking my hand and placing it on her flat belly, then smiling at me. My hand slides down underneath her waistband and finds her clit, already swollen and excited. She groans, her eyelids fluttering as I tweak her, my fingers stretching the fabric of her pants as they slide through.

“Yes… like that…” she says through clenched teeth.

Meanwhile, her hand is in my shorts, her fingers wrapped around my shaft, which she is slowly stroking.

I lean her onto her back and tug her pants down. She gasps, but pulls her legs back to her chest, tucking her ankles behind her head. It’s an incredible sight, her excited pussy spread in my face, her tight asshole just below. “Oh fuck,” I mutter.

“Give me orgasms,” she says, running her finger up through her pussy lips.

I run my tongue up, tracing the path of her fingers, drinking in her heat. Maybe this is crossing the line beyond masturbation, but she doesn’t seem to mind. I tongue her clit while my fingers slip inside her, and she moans.

“My ass, too,” she hisses.

Oh. Ok. I leave my hands on her pussy, rubbing her clit, thrusting into her, and bring my head down and tongue her asshole.

She whimpers, “Dios mio,” her eyes going wide. “Fuck yes, fuck…”

He ass puckers, clenching, spasming as her breaths come fast and ragged. “Fuck me,” she says, “Put your cock in me.” Her voice is pleading, desperate.

I kick off my shorts and kneel, pulling her up with me. She’s on all fours in front of me, my cock bouncing against her ass. She arches her back, knees spread, presenting me the most wonderful view. Arousal drips from her tight pink pussy, my spit glistens on her asshole.

I rub the head of my cock, swollen and purple, against her pussy lips. I bring it back, tease her opening, putting pressure against her sex, feeling her quiver.

“No,” I say.

“Do it,” she keens, “Use me, use my body.” She pushes, but I pull back.

My voice is stern. “All these months in your class, watching you stretch and tone your ass. Working yourself tighter, tighter, tighter… it’s your ass I need.” I slide my cock until its resting against her pucker, precum dripping from it, smearing against her cheeks.

She gasps. “Yes!” she says, “Please, yes!” But I’m already pushing inside, my cock beginning its long violation of her asshole.

She grunts as I shove in deeper and deeper, slowly penetrating her, relishing the moment, enjoying the incredible sight of my cock disappearing into Claudia. She’s tight, so amazingly tight, my cock is in heaven. I shove in until my hips rest against her butt and pause to collect myself.

“Fuck…” she whimpers, body trembling. But she doesn’t know what I’m planning.

I lean down and wrap my arms around her, then stand up holding her to my chest. She’s not heavy, or I’ve gotten strong, but either way I’m able to prop her there, her weight in my arms, knees pinned to her sides, my cock deep in her ass.

We face the mirrored wall, making eye contact in the reflection, and I can see the amazement in her face. I reach a hand down and rub her clit, her eyes going even wider.

Then with my hips, I pump my cock in and out. Her eyes roll back in her head, her body is mine to control, and I fuck away. This is how I cum. I want to tell you that I lasted and lasted, and truth be told I don’t know how long it really is. But watching Claudia get off in the mirror, mixed with the astounding tightness of her asshole, well, it is overpowering, and soon my balls are tensing and cock twitching and I’m blasting a full load into her.

Afterwards, I’ve cleaned up and am out on the gym floor, working my routine. Claudia strolls up, a full smile on her face, the kind that’s natural, uncontrollable.

“How did you like my special class?” she says.

“I feel like I owe you dinner,” I say.

“Won’t your girlfriend be jealous?”

“Forget about that,” I say, “It’s over. The past. Are you free tonight?”

Her grin widens. “Yes, I believe I am.”

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