After-Hours Downward Dog

The moment I locked the office door behind the last employee, the air between us thickened with raw want. Lena, my blonde yoga teacher, stood barefoot in the empty conference room wearing nothing but tight black leggings and a cropped tank that barely contained her full tits. Her long golden hair was pulled into a messy ponytail that swayed every time she moved. I was her only remaining student tonight, and we both knew this private session wasn’t going to stay professional for long.

“You’re late, Jake,” she said, voice low and teasing as she rolled out two mats side by side. “Thought maybe you chickened out after last week’s… adjustments.”

I dropped my bag, eyes locked on the way her leggings hugged the curve of her juicy ass. “Couldn’t stop thinking about how your hands felt on my hips. Figured we should finish what we started.”

Lena’s blue eyes darkened. She stepped close enough that I could smell her coconut lotion and the faint musk of her skin after a long day. “Lock it properly. No one’s coming back till morning.”

The second the deadbolt clicked, she grabbed my shirt and yanked me into a hungry kiss. Our mouths crashed together, tongues sliding hot and wet. I groaned into her, hands sliding down to squeeze that firm ass I’d stared at for weeks.

“Fuck, Lena… you’ve been driving me crazy in those classes,” I muttered against her lips, already rock-hard.

She laughed breathlessly, nipping my bottom lip. “Good. Because I’ve been wet every time you bent over in those shorts. Get on the mat. I want to stretch you out my way.”

I dropped to my knees. Lena peeled off her tank top, freeing her heavy breasts, pink nipples already tight. She shoved her leggings down next, revealing a smooth, glistening pussy with a neat little landing strip of blonde hair. No panties. The sight made my cock throb.

“Jesus, you’re soaked,” I said, voice rough.

“All your fault.” She kicked the leggings away and stood over me, legs spread. “Eat my pussy first, Jake. Make me cum on your tongue before I ride that big dick.”

I didn’t need telling twice. Grabbing her firm ass, I buried my face between her thighs. Her scent was sweet and heady. I licked a long, slow stripe up her slit, tasting her dripping juices, then sucked her swollen clit hard. Lena’s hands fisted in my hair, hips grinding against my mouth.

“Oh shit… yes, just like that,” she moaned, voice echoing in the empty office. “Fuck, your tongue feels so good. Deeper… suck my clit, baby.”

I slid two fingers into her tight cunt, curling them against her front wall while I flicked my tongue fast over her clit. Her legs started shaking. The wet, obscene sounds of my fingers pumping in and out filled the room along with her gasps.

“I’m gonna… fuck, I’m cumming!” she cried out.

Her pussy clenched around my fingers, a hot gush of cream flooding my tongue. I kept licking through her orgasm until her knees buckled and she pushed me back, panting.

“Pants off. Now.”

I stripped fast. My thick cock sprang free, veins pulsing, head already leaking. Lena licked her lips at the sight.

“God, it’s even bigger up close.” She dropped to all fours on the mat, arching her back in a perfect yoga arch that spread her wet pussy and tight pink asshole for me. “Fuck me like this first. Hard. I want to feel every inch.”

I knelt behind her, rubbing my cockhead up and down her slippery folds, teasing her clit. Then I pushed in, slow at first, watching her tight blonde-trimmed pussy stretch around my girth.

“Fuuuuck,” she groaned, pushing back. “So deep… stretch me, Jake. Give me that fat cock.”

I gripped her hips and slammed the rest of the way in, balls slapping her clit. The wet smack of skin on skin mixed with her filthy moans. I started pounding her, long deep strokes that made her tits swing beneath her.

“Yes… yes… harder! Fuck my pussy like you own it,” she begged, voice breaking.

I reached forward, wrapping her long blonde ponytail around my fist and pulling her head back. The new angle made her cry out, walls fluttering around me. Sweat slicked our bodies, the office air thick with the scent of sex.

After a few minutes I pulled out, cock shiny with her cream. “On your back. I want to watch those tits bounce while I fuck you.”

Lena flipped over, spreading her legs wide. I hooked her ankles over my shoulders and drove back in, grinding deep. Her blue eyes rolled back, mouth open in a silent scream as I hammered her G-spot.

“Cum on my cock, Lena. Let me feel that tight pussy squeeze me.”

She reached down, rubbing her clit furiously. “I’m so close… don’t stop… oh god I’m cumming again!”

Her whole body convulsed. Hot spasms milked my dick as she squirted a little, soaking the mat beneath us. The sight and feel pushed me over. I buried myself to the hilt and unloaded, thick ropes of cum flooding her pulsing cunt until it leaked out around my shaft.

We collapsed in a sweaty, panting heap. Lena traced lazy circles on my chest, her golden hair fanned out across the mat.

“Same time next week?” she whispered, smiling wickedly.

“Only if we skip the actual yoga next time.”

She laughed and kissed me slow. “Deal. But I might still make you hold downward dog… while I sit on your face.”