[MF] How I Ended Up Fucking My Improv Instructor Inside The Class Theater

My natural response to almost anything is, “no” or at least it was at one point. In my late teens and early twenties, I was a pretty shy guy. I was anxious all the time and had trouble getting out of my own head, which seems to be a common problem for people. I’m not trying to claim I was special or damaged. The only reason I’m telling you all this is to make you understand how terrifying it was for me to join an improv class. I’ve always wanted to either try improv or stand-up, but my anxiety would never let that happen. Just the thought of it would make me feel physically ill.

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But here lately, I’ve been making a conscious effort to try new things, to step out of my comfort zone and live life. This is probably because I’m in my mid-20s now and feel life slipping away.

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Wow. Okay, this is starting to sound depressing. You came here to read a hot sex story! DON’T FEEL BAD FOR ME! I’M GOOD, AND I’M GETTING BETTER…I PROMISE! LAUGH, SMILE, FLOWERS, CAKE, LOVE…ALL THAT GOOD STUFF.

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So yeah, a few months ago I jumped right into the madness and joined an improv class. To say I was nervous during my first class is an understatement. I was sweating, my heart was racing, I didn’t eat the entire day. I was within walking distance to the class, and I remember leaving two hours early to walk there, so I could walk around the neighborhood and listen to music. I tried listening to some shit that would pump me up, but all it did was make my heart beat faster.

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I entered the theater 20 minutes before class was scheduled to begin, which is apparently super early in the improv community. I thought people would be gathering, getting ready for class, stretching, staying hydrated. But no, only the owner and the instructor of my class were inside. The owner, we’ll call him Tony, was super nice and also super gay. He was hilarious and made me feel calm for a few seconds. My instructor, we’ll call her Britney, looked to be a few years younger than me. She had the most beautiful smile I had ever seen. I know that sounds cliche, but her smile is probably the only thing keeping Jesus from coming back and sending us all to hell.

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Britney was short (maybe around 5’2) and was wearing overalls with a white t-shirt underneath. Even through all the fabric, I could tell she had larger than average tits. She was tan, but not “I’m addicted to tanning” tan. Her face/look was similar to [Britney Spears in Crossroads](https://s2.r29static.com//bin/entry/0de/x,80/1745693/image.jpg).

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She, just like Tony, was super friendly. Of course, my anxious/paranoid brain was thinking, “Of course they’re nice! They want my money!” but those thoughts didn’t last long. After the first 30 minutes of class, I was starting to feel more comfortable. The awkward introductions were out of the way and we were just focused on supporting each other during various improv games. In one game, we picked a character from a hat and had to be that character while being “interviewed” by a reporter. After being interviewed, the reporter got to guess who you were. I believe I was playing an Amish dude who was trying to escape his family.

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After class was over, I felt a wave of happiness I hadn’t felt in a long time. Not only was I proud of myself for stepping out of my comfort zone, I was feeling good about myself because I felt like I was decent at it. As I was leaving the theater, Britney came up to me and grabbed my arm and said, “Hey, you were fantastic! So happy you joined our little community.”

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The next week, I arrived early again, but this time it was because I was excited. Tony hadn’t arrived yet, so it was just me and Britney. We talked for 5-10 minutes, mostly about comedy. One thing I noticed was that she was very touchy. A hand on my shoulder during a shared laugh, grabbing my hand to show me something only feet away. And even though I noticed it, I didn’t think much about it because that’s kinda the personality she had. Toward the end of class, we were playing a game of clap-ins, which is where you stand with your back against the wall and watch a scene play out in front of you. When you feel like you have something to contribute to the scene, you clap in, everyone freezes, and you join the scene. You can bring in who you want and tag out who you want.

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Britney clapped in at one point and dragged me in with her as her “husband,” which again, is not a big deal. Two minutes earlier someone got dragged in as a talking lizard. Obviously it’s all pretend.

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But then the next week, she did it again. This time I was her boyfriend, and the next week? Her secret lover. But still, I didn’t think anything of it because we did have good chemistry. She probably tagged me in because we played off each other well. In one scene, I had to “meet her parents” for the first time and tell them we were pregnant and moving to Japan for my new job. They were not happy.

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Anyway, I had paid for two months of class. One month was in the books. I was no improv master, but I was getting more and more comfortable being goofy in front of people. I truly enjoyed it. During week five, I got to class just a few minutes before it was scheduled to begin, which was unusual for me. Before class, everyone waits in the lobby area, so when I arrived, most everyone was already there. I waited off to the side until everyone started walking toward the theater.

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As I walked behind the group, Britney came up to me and locked arms with me, “How come you didn’t say hi to me before class?” she asked.

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“You were talking to people when I came in,” I replied.

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“So if we get married one day, and there’s a group of people talking to me at our wedding, are you just going to ignore me?”

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“Of course not, I…”

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“Always say hi to me,” she interrupted and then walked off to start the class. That’s the first time I thought she was legit flirting with me. But again, this is a humorous environment, so who the fuck knows what’s real. After class ended that night, Britney walked up to me and asked if I was free on Friday to help her get the theater ready for an event. You see, during days where the theater doesn’t have class, they’ll rent out the space to companies to make extra money. I said yes (obviously) and spent the next two days thinking about it.

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When I arrived Friday afternoon, the door to the theater was closed. I knocked and Britney answered a few seconds later. I was momentarily stunned as she was wearing an incredibly sexy sundress, [similar to this](https://ae01.alicdn.com/kf/HTB1LnJfRXXXXXb7XFXXq6xXFXXXN/Summer-sundress-Women-clothing-Sexy-floral-Dress-2018-beach-Tunic-boho-Backless-Ladies-Dress-open-back.jpg_640x640.jpg). I had never seen her in anything outside of overalls, t-shirts and jeans. And while she was hot in just jeans and a t-shirt, she was a fucking showstopper in a short dress. She hugged me and welcomed me inside.

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“So we just have to move all these chairs to the back room and then clean up a bit,” she said as we walked through the theater.

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“Sounds good. Is anyone else coming?” I asked, trying to sound super casual.

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“Nope! It’s just you,” she smiled, “Thanks again for coming. I could do this by myself, but it’s nice to have company.”

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We got to work moving chairs and cleaning up. About 45 minutes in, we were close to being done. She was right. She did not need my help for this. This was clearly a one person job, but I certainly didn’t mind. I loved being around Britney, and she seemed to enjoy being around me. Once we were finished, Britney offered me a cold water from the vending machine and we sat down on the edge of the stage.

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“That was quick,” I said.

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“How dare you talk to me like that!” Britney responded in a Russian accent, which is the only accent she knew how to do.

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“What?” I asked, clearly confused.

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“You say that to me again, and I swear, I’ll…I’ll bite off your fingers and feed them to my guineas.”

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“Guineas?”

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“Oh, so now you don’t even remember the guinea pig farm we founded together? WHO ARE YOU? WHERE IS THE MAN I MARRIED?”

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I looked at her and it finally clicked…she wanted to improvise. I responded in my own terrible accent, “Maybe if you’d spend a little more time at home, you’d see me! But no, every hour of every fucking day, you leave me for those dirty little things.”

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*GASP* “Dirty little things?!?” she yelled before slapping me gently on the face. “How dare you speak of them like that!”

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“Oh, Lidiya. You know I love it when you slap me.”

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“You’ve always been a bit of a freak,” she slapped me again, harder this time.

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“You better stop”

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“Or what?” she asked.

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“Or I might have to take you right here on this cold floor” I replied.

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She slapped me again. I grabbed her shoulders, holding her in place. “Do it,” she said, still in her Russian accent. I moved in and pressed my lips against hers. We kissed passionately. I was super confused, “Was this real? Is this what she wants? WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING? ARE WE STILL IMPROVISING?” were all the thoughts going through my head as Britney (Lidiya?) slipped her tongue inside my mouth. I moved my hands down her sides until they rested just above her thighs.

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She briefly pulled away from the kiss, “Make love to me,” she said as Lidiya. UHHHH, OKAY. We went back to kissing.

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After minutes of intense kissing and hands going all over the place, I kissed down her neck to her chest. She tilted her head back and I pulled down her dress, revealing her gorgeous tits. My mouth explored every inch of them. I pressed them together and went from one nipple to the other, licking, biting and sucking. Her hands moved through my hair as she let out a little moan. As I continued to make love to her breasts, Britney reached down and started to unbuckle my pants. She was having a bit of trouble, so I pulled away from her tits and helped her the rest of the way. She pulled them down to around my knees and wrapped her hand around my cock. We kissed again. She stroked my cock as our tongues got to know each other.

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And then she climbed on top of me. She moved her panties to the side and guided my cock inside her warm pussy. As my cock slid into her, I reached around and squeezed her ass roughly. All this time I had been focusing on her tits, I didn’t even realize she had a lovely ass. She slowly worked herself up and down, “Mmm. Yes,” she said, and it was NOT in an accent.

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After a few minutes of squeezing and slapping her ass, I moved my right hand to my side to support myself as I brought my body up to meet hers. I knew from previous sexual encounters that women loved the friction this created against their clit. I wrapped my left arm around her back and held her close as she wiggled around on my cock.

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She moaned some more. Not a loud moan, it was almost breathless. “Fuck yes,” she whispered. Her tits were rubbing against my face, so I stuck my tongue out to let it brush against her nipples, “Yes, yes, ” she cried out as she moved faster on top of me. I could tell she was getting close, so I didn’t change anything up. I kept my same position until I felt a wave of warmth rush over my cock, “Oh fuck, fuck,” she moaned, her movements becoming more sporadic. I could feel her thighs shake against me.

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I was doing everything I could to not cum in that moment. If she would have moved a little more, there would have been no stopping it, but thankfully she hopped off my throbbing cock and got down on her knees in front of the stage. She pulled down her dress a little more and wrapped her hand around my cock. She got maybe four to five strokes in before I came all over her tits. A few drops landed on the floor. She continued to stroke me, briefly rubbing the head of my cock against her nipple.

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A minute or two later, she pointed down at the cum on the floor and said, “Look at the mess you made!” in her Russian accent, “We have guests coming any minute now!” we both laughed. But seriously though, the people who were renting out the theater were coming, so we moved quickly to clean everything up, including ourselves.

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“Thanks for helping out,” she said as we walked out of the building.

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“Yeah. It was fun. We should do it again.”

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“Maybe” she said with a wink.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/as24lz/mf_how_i_ended_up_fucking_my_improv_instructor