How to Train a Yoga Slut [M/F, Hypnosis, Outercourse]

Normally, there would be a few other girls around for morning yoga, but I arranged the schedule so that it was me and my newcomer. I wanted the opportunity to get her started on my regiment without any other distractions. She arrived a few minutes early, bleached blonde ponytail swaying high above her shoulders and–despite the fact that we were about to engage in *hot* yoga–an obvious touch of foundation and eyeliner. She was wearing a trendy spandex teal sports bra with matching yoga pants. It would be an understatement to say that her ass looked good, clasped between that tight, near-sheer fabric. It looked *outstanding*. And she seemed quite aware that I’d be looking, tossing her head back to address me with a flirtatious grin over her shoulder as I lead her back to the yoga studio.

“Amy, right? I’m Jackson, I’ll be your instructor today.”

“Nice to meet you, Jackson.” She said as she placed her bag down inside the studio and unrolled her purple yoga mat.

I turned up the temperature and switched on some light, beat-less ambient music suffused with the sounds of waves crossing. I sat cross-legged in front of my pupil. “Alright, ready?”

She nodded, her ponytail bouncing enthusiastically.

“Let’s start with cow pose. It’s simple. All fours.” *Like you’re about to take me from behind,* I thought. She flipped over dutifully, spreading her knees even with her shoulders and placing her palms solidly on the mat.

“Okay, now arch your back into a bend. Reach up towards the ceiling. There you go.” I moved to her and inspected her posture. The heat was really starting to kick in now and I felt a bead of sweat running across my brow. I do a circle around you, scratching my chin thoughtfully. “That’s great, now let’s transition into downward dog. You can fall forward, then push your ass high into the air, like you’re moving your body into a triangle.”

She slowly shifted her stance and seemed unbothered by the way I referred to her backside. I circled her again, letting my lean, athletic body loom over her.

“Good, good, but you need to push your hips back a little more.” I placed one palm against her abdomen and the other on the small of her back. I straightened her out, pushing her ass high towards the ceiling.

“That’s better,” I let my hands slip down to her waist, holding my student in place for a long moment. I could feel my erection beginning to push against my black slacks. “Hot in here, eh? I really should have changed before coming in. Do you mind if I take off my shirt?”

I pulled my black polo over my head before letting her answer, tossing it down near the room-length mirror. A thin layer of sweat was starting to form along my well-defined chest.
One droplet drips off my chin and runs down my happy trail, stopping right at the hem of my pants. “You’re doing great Amy,” she looks up at me as I give her an impressed smile. “If you don’t mind, I’m going to slip out of these pants. I don’t want to get them sweaty, right? When I do hot yoga, I like to really turn up the dial.”
I stood just above her, so that when she looked up–her body still held like a triangle with her firm ass pushing towards the ceiling–she had no choice but to stare towards my groin. I slowly unbuckled my belt and unzipped my slacks, letting them fall to my ankles.

“Ah, that’s better.” I kicked off my pants, pushing them towards the edge of the mat. I did an overhead stretch with each arm, leaving Amy to stare at the thick bulge pressing against my skin-tight black boxer briefs.

Finally, I move. I walk around your body slowly, inspecting your posture. “Good, Amy, this is good. I can tell you’ve done this before.” My voice is dripping with a sly, knowing tone. “Now, let’s move back to cow pose.”

She falls back to her knees, pushing out her ass and then thrusting her chest forward enough for me to get a view of her cleavage. I traced my way behind her again, spending a moment staring at her arched ass. I could feel my cock pressing hungrily against my boxers. Normally, I wouldn’t push a girl this hard on her first day. But there was something special about Amy, she seemed receptive to the music.

It was a special record, something I had put together myself to lull my students into a kind of suggestible trance. I could tell from how quickly she was moving her body between poses that she was eager to please me.

“Okay, Amy, something I like to do with cow pose are these little pulses. They really work out your core. You’re going to curl your back up like a cat stretching after a nap. You know how they tend to arch their back? I’m going to put my hand right on your lower back. I want you to flex your core, so that you’re pushing your hips up against my hand. Then down. Then up again. Now, let me turn up the heat before we start.”

I walked to the thermostat, turning it up a few degrees while Amy held her pose. I returned and placed my hand on the small of her back, pushing the waistband of my boxers down at the same time. My heavy cock sprung out, pointing along her spine. I took a few steps forward and rested my balls just against the cleft of her ass, barely grazing the fabric of her tight pants. I know if she looked into the room-length mirror, she’d see me holding my cock just above her ass, but I decided to take the chance. “Okay, keep your eyes closed and…go.”

She began to curl her back up, pressing the slick spandex of her pants against my erection on every pulse. I spoke loudly, firmly, rhythmically, “In. And out. In. And out. That’s it, keep it up Amy. No counting. Just follow my voice.”

Oh wow, she seems really susceptible to the music… I thought while feeling her ass bounce against my firm erection. I was fully engulfed by her ass cheeks now—at least as much as possible while she’s still tightly confined to her yoga pants. Her breathing was steady, focused, and I could tell she was focused on her inner sensations, so she seemed oblivious to the fact that something was pressing down on her while both my hands were gripping her waist.

I stared down at her backside for a while, imagining how it might look clad in nothing more than a simple pink thong. Actually, I didn’t have to do much imagining. The color of her pants were so light and they were stretched so tightly that I could clearly see the outline of her thong slipping against my erection every time she arched her back.

“You’re doing great, Amy, keep it up.” I moved the thumb of my right hand over my hard shaft, so that I could push myself down harder between her cheeks. “That’s it, Amy, go faster. Really flex your abs.”
A thin strand of precum îs dangled between the tip of my member and the spandex of her pants. I start shifting my hips back and forth lightly, rubbing myself against her. God, I really just want to fuck her right here. I know she won’t have progressed far enough yet to make that a reasonable possibility, but I decide to see how much of an effect my words and the hypnotic music are having.

“Okay, take a deep breath and really arch your back towards me. I’m going to do something you’re probably unfamiliar with, but it’s very common in hot yoga.” I curled both of my hands beneath the waistband of her pants. I began to pull them backwards, sliding down her hips, “Don’t worry, this is standard fitness stuff. It’s just like getting into a bikini, right?”

Slowly but surely, I moved the tight fabric over the alluring curve of her ass and down to her thighs, where I allowed the tight waistband to hold her legs together.

“You see? This will cool you down and also add some resistance.” I had to keep myself from grinning stupidly at my ridiculous justification. “Now, take one more deep breath and fall to your stomach.”

She falls to her taut stomach with the light slap of bare flesh meeting a rubber mat. Her beautiful ass stared back at me, plump cheeks held firm between a thin pink band.

“Did you wear that thong for me?” I was growing bold now, teasing Amy about her taste in underwear. She rubbed her thighs together, squirming beneath me, and even from behind I could tell she was blushing.

Once she’s on her stomach, seemingly accepting my command without question, my hands grow more exploratory. Beads of sweat drop from my sculpted abs as I lean over her body, roaming along her bare waist and then down to her exposed ass.

“That’s it, really loosen up,” I say as I knead her cheeks. “You want to be perfectly relaxed in this position.” I moved forward, sitting my muscular frame on top of her thighs, such that my exposed cock hovered just above her thong. I decided to push this really far, because it’s clear that Amy’s either in the mood or the music is having a very strong effect. I don’t like to waste good opportunities.
I reached over her head into my bag, where I retrieved a small plastic bottle. “Okay, hold still, you’re about to feel a warming sensation. It should be very relaxing.” Yep, the warming sensation of lube. I cracked open the bottle and drizzled it onto her ass and lower back. I rubbed it in, turning Amy’s skin a lovely slick sheen beneath the low lights.

I did my best to distract her while pushing my thick shaft between her cheeks, digging it under the thin fabric of her thong. “I want you to tell me about one of your fantasies. Pick something very relaxing. Don’t be shy.”

One of my hands held onto her hip for leverage as I began to slide my slick cock between through her ass cheeks. The other reached up to press down on her head, pushing her face into the mat. “Go ahead, Amy. Close your eyes and dream.”

She let out a slight moan and shifted her hips against me, as though she knew I were fucking her ass cheeks at that very moment. Then, beneath my hand, she began to tell me about a dirty fantasy. “I keep dreaming about being *used*. Do you know what I mean? Not just fucked. But used purely for my partner’s pleasure. Maybe he’ll grab me by the hair while I’m practicing yoga–like I am now–and shove himself down my throat. Then he’ll cum on my face and tell me to finish my workout while he watches his sperm drip off my chin.” She giggled. “Oh god, what am I saying. I’m feeling lightheaded…”

Her body is putty beneath my strong hands. I continued to distract her from the sensation of my erect cock sliding beneath her thong by aggressively rubbing her lower back and ass. Even so, my breathing grew more intense as I felt the incredible pleasure offered by her firm ass cheeks wrapped around my sensitive member. She was slick and wet from the warming lube and I slid so easily up and down.
Strands of precum broke from the tip of my cock and landed along her pristine, exposed skin, leaving a sticky trail of my pleasure while I thrusted harder and faster. “Good, Amy, you’re doing great. Fall into your fantasy. Keep your eyes closed tight. It’s important to practice mindfulness.”

I’m almost delirious with glee on the inside: I’m going to come on her and she’s not even going to know it. Or, at least, she’s not going to quite understand what transpired. She’s clearly lost in herself, squirming beneath my hands and sinking into her sexual fantasy.

I looked into the mirror, appreciating how subservient her body appeared arched beneath me, her ass pushed slightly in the air while I thrusted along the curve of her cheeks. Faster. Faster. I knew I’d orgasm at any moment.“Good girl, Amy, keep your eyes closed. Lose yourself. I’m going to put some warming lotion on you now. It might feel a little sticky, but don’t worry, it’s great for your skin. And for relax—ah!”

I let out a short huff as I felt myself explode across her lower back. My bare balls were pressed against the bottom of her pussy–where I could feel her wetness–I sprayed several thick ropes of cum up her spine. The furthest landed squarely in on the teal fabric of her sports bra. I kept her face pressed into the mat while I emptied myself, my cock convulsing against her rear.

I quickly grabbed a nearby towel to clean up, leaving Amy mostly cum-free, but still rather sticky. Catching my breath, I spoke again, “Okay, now I want you to count down from thirty and open your eyes. Slowly come back to me.”

Finally, I stood up, but still straddled her body. I pushed my softening cock back into my boxers while waiting for her to come to.

She whispered, her cheek still pressed against the mat, “When can we do this again?”

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