Studio Throat Lesson

The rain hammered the tall windows of the converted warehouse studio, each flash of lightning outlining Elena’s tight black yoga pants as she adjusted the softbox lights. My pulse hammered harder than the storm outside. I had signed up for her private evening “breathwork and alignment” session weeks ago, but the way her hazel eyes kept flicking to my mouth told me we both wanted something far filthier than downward dog.

“Lock the door, Jake,” she said, voice low and smoky.

I clicked the deadbolt.

She stepped closer, barefoot on the polished concrete, the faint scent of sandalwood and clean sweat clinging to her skin. Her cropped tank top clung to full breasts, nipples already tight against the thin fabric.

“I saw how you stared at my throat during class last week,” Elena whispered, fingers brushing the smooth column of her neck. “You want to fuck it, don’t you?”

My cock surged against my joggers. “Yeah. Badly.”

“Then stop being shy.” She dropped to her knees right there between the white seamless backdrop and a velvet chaise, looking up with bold hunger. “Unzip. I want to feel you stretch me.”

My hands shook only a little as I pushed the waistband down. My thick cock sprang free, heavy and already leaking. Elena licked her lips, then opened her mouth wide, tongue flat. I didn’t tease. I gripped the back of her head and pushed inside.

The first hot, wet slide past her tongue made her gag softly, but she grabbed my ass and pulled me deeper. Her throat convulsed around the head of my cock, tight and rippling. Saliva spilled from the corners of her stretched lips, dripping onto her tank top.

“Fuck, Elena… your throat is so tight,” I groaned, hips rocking.

She hummed, the vibration shooting straight to my balls. Her eyes watered but never left mine. I pulled back until just the tip rested on her tongue, then drove in again, harder. The obscene wet gluck-gluck filled the quiet studio, louder than the rain. Each thrust bulged her slender throat visibly, a moving ridge under smooth skin.

Elena moaned around my dick, one hand slipping between her own thighs to rub her pussy through soaked yoga pants. The fabric darkened as she got wetter. I tangled my fingers in her dark ponytail and started fucking her face in earnest, short, deep strokes that made her nostrils flare for air.

“Take every inch, baby. That’s it… good girl.”

She nodded frantically, throat fluttering wildly. I felt her swallow around me, muscles milking the shaft. My knees nearly buckled. I slowed, savoring the way her lips ringed the base, her nose pressed to my pelvis, until she tapped my thigh for breath.

Gasping, strings of spit connecting her swollen lips to my glistening cock, she grinned up at me. “More. Don’t hold back. I want you to ruin my throat tonight.”

I hauled her up, spun her around, and bent her over the velvet chaise. Her yoga pants came down just enough to bare her juicy ass and dripping pussy, but I didn’t slide into either. Instead I stood behind her, gripped her hips, and fed my cock back into her eager mouth from this new angle. The position let me thrust straight down her throat, balls slapping her chin with every plunge.

Elena’s muffled cries vibrated around me. Her hands clutched the chaise cushions as I used her face, long steady strokes that made her throat bulge rhythmically. Saliva poured from her mouth, soaking her tits, running in shiny trails down her stomach. The wet heat, the tight squeeze, the way she pushed back to take me impossibly deeper had me panting.

I reached around and shoved two fingers into her soaked pussy, curling them hard against her front wall. She screamed around my cock, the sound deliciously choked. Her walls clamped on my fingers as the first orgasm ripped through her, juices squirting onto the studio floor.

“That’s it, cum with my dick down your throat,” I growled, speeding up.

Her second climax hit before the first ended. I felt her throat spasm wildly, milking me until I couldn’t hold back. I buried myself to the root, balls tight against her chin, and unloaded straight into her belly. Thick ropes of cum pulsed down her throat while she shuddered and swallowed every drop.

When I finally pulled out, Elena collapsed onto the chaise, lips puffy and shining, throat visibly raw. She licked a stray bead of cum from the corner of her mouth and gave me a wicked, hoarse laugh.

“Next week’s private session starts with you tying my hands behind my back,” she rasped, already peeling off her soaked tank top. “And this time I want you to film it.”