Deep Stretch After Class
The moment Lena bent forward in downward dog, her tight yoga pants hugged the curve of her juicy ass so perfectly I forgot how to breathe. Sweat glistened along her spine under the low lights of the massage studio where she held her private evening sessions. I’d signed up for “restorative yoga” but every Thursday it felt like pure torture—wanting to bury my face between those cheeks while she corrected my form with that calm, smoky voice.
“Nice alignment, Marcus,” she murmured, sliding her hands down my back. Her fingers lingered at the base of my spine, pressing just hard enough to make my cock twitch against the mat. “But your hips… they’re still too tight. Let me help you open up after class.”
The other two students left quickly, the door clicking shut behind them. Lena locked it without a word, then turned to me with a wicked little smile that destroyed any illusion of professionalism.
“You’ve been staring at my throat all night,” she said, stepping close enough that I smelled the light coconut of her skin. “Every time I demonstrate a pose. Don’t think I didn’t notice.”
My voice came out rough. “Hard not to when you keep tilting your head back like that. Makes a man think dirty thoughts.”
She laughed softly, already dropping to her knees on the thick rug between the massage table and the mirrored wall. “Good. Because I’ve been wet since the first sun salutation imagining your thick cock stretching my throat. Take it out.”
I shoved my shorts down. My cock sprang free, heavy and veined, already leaking at the tip. Lena’s eyes widened with hunger. She wrapped both hands around the base and stroked once, twice, then opened her mouth wide.
“Fuck my face, Marcus. Don’t be gentle.”
I grabbed a fistful of her dark ponytail and pushed forward. Her lips stretched obscenely around my girth as the head slid over her tongue and bumped the back of her throat. She gagged once—wet, filthy sound—then moaned and relaxed, letting me sink deeper. Her throat convulsed around me, hot and rippling, saliva already spilling from the corners of her mouth.
“Shit, Lena… your throat’s so fucking tight.” I pulled back until just the tip rested on her tongue, then drove in again, harder. Her eyes watered but she kept them locked on mine, mascara starting to run. Every thrust made her throat bulge visibly. I could see the outline of my cock sliding in and out under the smooth skin of her neck.
She grabbed my ass with both hands and yanked me forward until her nose pressed into my pelvis. Her throat spasmed wildly, milking me. The wet glucking noises filled the quiet studio, mixed with her desperate little hums of pleasure. I held her there, balls resting on her chin, feeling her fight for air before I finally let her pull back, gasping.
“More,” she rasped, voice already hoarse. Strings of thick spit connected her swollen lips to my glistening cock. “Fuck my throat like you mean it. I want to feel you tomorrow when I teach.”
I didn’t need telling twice. I stood over her, feet planted wide, and started pounding her face in earnest. Long, deep strokes that made her gag and choke beautifully. Tears streamed down her cheeks but she never pulled away. Instead she reached between her own legs, rubbing her soaked pussy through her yoga pants while I used her mouth.
The massage table creaked as I bent her over it next, her upper body draped across the padded surface so her head hung off the edge. Perfect angle. I slid back into her waiting throat from above, fucking straight down into her gullet. Her tits spilled out of her sports bra as she arched, nipples hard. I reached down and pinched them while my hips slapped against her upside-down face.
“Gonna cum,” I growled, feeling my balls tighten. “Want it down your throat?”
Lena made a muffled, eager sound around my cock and squeezed my thighs. I buried myself to the root and exploded, pulsing thick ropes of cum straight into her stomach. She swallowed convulsively, not wasting a drop, her own fingers frantically circling her clit until her body shook with a muffled orgasm.
When I finally pulled out, she was a beautiful mess—red face, ruined makeup, chin covered in spit and a few stray drops of cum. She licked her swollen lips and smiled up at me, voice completely wrecked.
“Same time next week, student?”
I laughed, still catching my breath, already imagining how much deeper I could go after another “private session.”