[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ucj4jh/how_to_train_a_yoga_slut_mf_hypnosis_outercourse/)
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Amy was positively glowing when she walked into the studio the next morning.
“Hi Jackson! I’m excited for our private yoga session today. Our last workout was great.” She had her bright blonde hair in a high, swaying ponytail again. But this time she had traded her yoga pants for a pair of spandex shorts that might make a pornstar blush. They were an olive green, with a thong-like outline on the rear. They barely came down past her groin and I could very clearly see the outline of her likely trimmed mound. Her top was another matching sports bra, this one so tight that I could see she had a barbell piercing through her left nipple.
My cock started to throb against my shorts as soon as she walked in. When she moved in front of me to enter the studio–giving me a full view of the way her thin shorts hugged each of her ass cheeks individually–I had a full-blown erection. I couldn’t stop thinking of our last session, when I used those perfectly round, firm cheeks to get off, blowing my sticky load up her spine and convincing her it was a “warming massage lotion.”
After our first time, I’d sent her home with some “calming” chamomile tea, which I could tell was already having an effect. It wasn’t just calming, it also had a few *special* ingredients that acted as aphrodisiacs. Her manner of dress and flirtatious attitude was a clear signal the tea was effective.
Upon entering the studio, I removed my shirt, casting it aside and revealing my broad, defined chest, and chiseled abs. Catching Amy’s eye, I noticed a surge of pink rise in her cheeks. She quickly looked away and placed her yoga mat in the center of the mirrored space. But her apparent embarrassment didn’t stop her from teasing me. She began to do loose stretches, getting warmed up while I notched up the heat.
She watched me watching her in the mirror as she bent forward, touching her toes and pushing her ass–still barely contained in those improper yoga shorts–in my direction. Then she turned to face me and did it again, this time squeezing her elbows in to push her breasts together. She looked up and smiled, catching my eyes as they fixated on her deep cleavage. I didn’t even bother to try to hide my full-on erection, which pushed proudly against my gray shorts.
I smiled in return as I clicked a remote, “A little bit of music.” Undulating waves of soft, ambient synthesizers filled the space between us. The music unfolded in a hypnotic fashion, changing just enough that it might carry you away on a linear excursion.
She settled onto her knees and looked expectantly at me. “Let’s begin with meditation,” I said, taking a step closer. “Cross your legs and put your palms on your knees. Close your eyes and focus on your breathing. Inhale and exhale slowly, like the gentle tide falling in and out. Slow, deliberate, rhythmic.”
Amy did as I instructed, closing her eyes and breathing deeply. Her chest rose and fell in a relaxed, but disciplined fashion. I walked slow circles around her–savoring the tight outline of her curves beneath her tight workout clothing–as I moved her towards a hypnotic state.
“Now, imagine you’re right there, by the tide, watching it roll in. You’re in a scant bikini, something wet with the salty sea breeze. Sand under your knees, between your tits, on your elbows. You’re laying on a beach towel when a man approaches, his shadow falling across your bare stomach. It’s clear before you sit up to see who it is that he has his cock in his hand. He’s pointing it directly at you, rubbing it as he regards your gorgeous body.”
My lips curled into a slight grin as I watched Amy’s hand move from her knee to her waistband. She tugged at it for a moment, hesitating. Then she moved towards her navel and smiled serenely. Her fingers crawled into her spandex shorts, clearly pushing into the thong beneath and then down to her clit.
I dropped my shorts–my hard cock springing forth and swaying mere inches from her half-open mouth. “Good. Very good, Amy. I’m going to blindfold you now.” After placing a black blindfold over my student’s eyes I took a step closer, rubbing my cockhead back and forth across her glossed lips.
“The man wants to use you. And you want him to do precisely that. You know that your body is a vessel for male pleasure. You want him to take whatever he wants. You part your lips and let him.” Her lips spread as I pushed into her mouth–slowly but surely dragging my erection over her tastebuds. She made room as I moved deeper, pressing towards her throat before pulling out.
Her finger moved more quickly as she leaned forward, trying to find me. I returned quickly enough, squeezing my now wet cock back between her plush lips. She was bobbing her head now, clearly entranced, sucking me noisily in the studio.
“That’s it, Amy. Stay in that place. You have to do this. You have to please this man. You noticed the way he was staring at your chest. Men always stare at your chest, don’t they? So you decide to take your top off, to let him grope you however he pleases.”
Without missing a beat, she crossed her arms to remove her sports bra, only pausing the blowjob for a moment as she tossed the olive top aside. She returned more energetically, sloppily slurping down my shaft. She was moaning loudly against me now, her hot breath colliding with the swelling heat of my cock. One hand still teasing her clit, her other shot up to lightly play with my balls. Her hands were soft and delicate. She must have known how full of cum I was. I could almost feel her weighing them, considering when I might explode against her tonsils.
Her generous tits began to jiggle as she pumped herself against me. I reached down to tease her nipple. I played with her barbell piercing, twisting it clockwise and then counter-clockwise, which elicited muffled squeals of pleasure from my yoga student turned slut.
My other hand wrapped around her high ponytail, fingers closing on the black scrunchie that held her hair in place. I began to exert my own force, shifting my hips forward and holding her ponytail like a handle. I pushed deeper and harder, colliding with her gag reflex–which already seemed well-practiced.
“You must suck a lot of dick,” I taunted as my thrusts grew rougher with lust. I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. How could I with her tits bouncing against my thighs? Her throat was gagging and contracting around my cock. Spit dribbled over her lips and down her chin in a thick, translucent wave.
I looked up at the ceiling as I drew near climax, pumping her head harder against my groin. “You knew he was close. You could sense it. You wanted nothing more than to taste his pleasure. You needed his cum. Wanted nothing else in the world. You knew it was your just reward for being a very good girl. A perfect little slut.” My words seemed to draw us both to orgasm–as I filled her mouth with a hot, sticky onslaught of semen she clenched her thighs and moaned through the fluid pouring down her throat.
My orgasm was almost too much. Though she tried to swallow it all, she choked, letting a thick dollop run off her chin and land between her tits. It ran slowly, like molasses, towards her belly button. When the shudders of my climax finally passed, I took my softening cock from her lips and wiped it clean across her pale cheeks.
I pulled up my shorts and then removed her blindfold. “Now, when I snap my fingers you can open your eyes.”
*Snap*
She blinked, looked up at me, and then down at herself. “Oh. Uh. Why am I topless? And…what’s that taste?”
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