Private lessons
“Caleb, you go ahead to class,” I told my son as I followed Sarge, the karate instructor, into his office. My heart was racing with excitement and nerves. I had been eyeing Sarge since the first time I had brought Caleb to class. His firm, muscular body and the way his sweatpants hugged his thick thighs had been a constant fantasy of mine. The office was small and cramped, but it had a strange allure to it that I couldn’t ignore. The faint scent of sweat and the sound of young boys grunting and shouting in the dojo outside made my pussy throb.
Sarge, or J.P., closed the door behind us and turned back towards me, his arms folded across his broad chest. His eyes raked over me, taking in my tight yoga pants and the way my nipples were poking through my thin top. “Mrs. Rogers,” he began, his voice a deep rumble that made me wet, “I noticed that Caleb’s been struggling with his form lately. I wanted to talk to you about his progress.”
“Oh, really?” I feigned ignorance, my voice a breathy whisper. “Call me Krissy, please. What seems to be the problem?”
He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to gently touch my arm. “Well, I think he might be distracted at home. Is everything okay?”
I knew that J.P. was aware of the divorce and Caleb’s dad leaving us, so I wondered what he was getting at with this. I leaned into his touch, my eyes dropping to his crotch where I could see the beginnings of an erection pushing against his sweatpants. “Everything’s fine, Sarge,” I lied. “I just have a lot on my plate, you know, being a single mom and all,” being sure to extra emphasis the single part for him in case he needed a reminder.
His eyes searched mine, looking for something, and then he took the final step that closed the distance between us. His hand slid from my arm to my waist, and he pulled me closer. “Maybe I can help you with that,” he said, his voice low and filled with lust.
My breath caught in my throat, and I looked up at him, my eyes wide with want. “How?” I whispered, wondering if we were still talking about Caleb’s karate lessons.
He leaned down, his mouth hovering just above mine. “How about I give you a private lesson, right here, right now?”
Without waiting for an answer, his mouth crushed down on mine, his tongue invading my mouth and tasting every inch. His other hand slid up to cup my breast, his thumb flicking my nipple through the fabric. I moaned into his mouth, my hands finding their way to his waist to pull him even closer.
He broke the kiss and pushed me down onto his desk, the papers and pens clattering to the floor. “Take your top off,” he demanded, his eyes burning with desire.
I obeyed, eager to feel his hands on my bare skin. He sucked in a breath when my top lifted, revealing my naked breasts. “Fuck, Krissy, you’re gorgeous.”
I felt a thrill at his words, a sense of power and desire that I hadn’t felt in a long time.
Sarge’s eyes feasted on me, and he reached out to squeeze my tits, his thumbs rolling over the sensitive tips. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he murmured, before leaning down to take one in his mouth.
I threw my head back and moaned as he sucked and nibbled on my nipples, his hand sliding down my stomach to the waistband of my yoga pants. He slid his hand inside, his rough fingers finding my slick pussy. “You’re already so wet,” he said, his voice filled with approval.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” I admitted, my voice shaky.
“Me too,” he said, his voice thick with lust. He pulled my pants down, along with my panties, and I kicked them off. My pussy was exposed and glistening in the dim light of the office. He stepped back and stripped off his sweatpants, revealing his rock-hard cock. It was thick and long, and I couldn’t wait to feel it inside me.
“Spread your legs,” he ordered. I eagerly obeyed, my legs falling open to give him full view of my shaved pussy. Sarge stepped closer, his cock jutting out towards me like a spear ready to conquer. He positioned himself at the edge of the desk, his cock hovering just above my wetness. “Ready for your lesson?” he smirked, and I nodded, my pussy practically begging for his touch.
With a swift movement, he slammed his cock into me, making me gasp. The sensation of his thickness filling me was overwhelming, and I could feel every inch of him as he pushed deeper. “You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned, starting to pump in and out of me.
“Oh, Sarge, yes,” I moaned, my hands gripping the edge of the desk as he fucked me hard. His cock hit all the right spots, sending waves of pleasure through my body with each stroke. “Fuck me like you mean it,” I told him, my voice raw with need.
He didn’t hold back, pounding into me with a ferocity that made the desk shake and the pictures on the walls rattle. “You’re a dirty little slut, aren’t you, Krissy?” he said, his voice gritty with lust. “You want this big cock, don’t you?”
“Yes, yes, I do,” I panted, my hips rising to meet each thrust. “I need it, Sarge, I need it so bad.”
His hand found my clit and began to rub it in circles, his thumb applying just the right amount of pressure. “You’re going to cum for me,” he said, his eyes locked on mine. “You’re going to cum all over my cock.”
The room was filled with the sounds of our fucking—his grunts, my moans, the wet slap of skin on skin. I could feel an orgasm building deep within me, a pressure that grew with each stroke. “I’m going to cum,” I screamed, my body tightening around him.
He slammed into me harder, his balls slapping against my ass, until finally, I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Fuck, you’re amazing,” he panted, “I want to feel you cum all over me,” he said, his eyes intense. I nodded, my body already on the edge. He began to fuck me faster, his movements deliberate and precise, hitting that spot deep inside me that made my toes curl. “I’m going to cum,” I moaned, my body trembling with the effort of holding back.
“Cum for me, Krissy,” he growled, his hips pistoning into me. “Let go and show me how much you love it.”
With a final, guttural groan, I did as he asked. My pussy clamped down on his cock as I came, my orgasm ripping through me like a tidal wave. I screamed out his name, my body shaking with the intensity of it all.
“That’s it,” he murmured, his strokes slowing as he felt me tighten around him. “You’re mine now, Krissy.” I nodded, still coming down from my high, my pussy pulsing around his cock.
Withdrawing his still-hard cock from my quivering pussy, Sarge told me, “Turn over, face down on the desk.” His command sent a fresh bolt of excitement through me, and I obeyed immediately, eager for whatever he had in store.
As I lay there, my breasts squished against the cool wood and my ass in the air, Sarge’s hands roamed my body, caressing my curves before landing firmly on my hips. “Spread ’em,” he said, his voice gruff, and I obeyed, feeling his hot breath on my neck as he positioned himself behind me.
I felt the tip of his cock probing at my wet entrance from behind. With one powerful thrust, he buried himself inside me again, filling me completely. “You’re going to be my little karate slut from now on, aren’t you?” he murmured, his hips moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm.
“Yes, Sarge,” I whimpered, my voice muffled by the desk. “I’m all yours.”
He gripped my hair and pulled my head back, exposing my neck to his hungry mouth. He bit down hard, making me gasp as he increased his pace. His cock pounded into me, the desk creaking and sliding with each forceful thrust.
“You like that?” he growled. “You like being my fucktoy?”
“Yes, yes,” I moaned, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Beg for it, slut,” he said, his hand coming down to spank my ass. The sting only heightened my arousal.
“Please, Sarge, fuck me harder,” I begged, pushing back into him.
He chuckled darkly, clearly enjoying my desperation. “Since you asked so nicely,” he said, and then he was pumping into me with everything he had.
My tits bounced with each slap of his body against mine, and the friction against the desk made me wetter than I already was as his cock reached new depths inside me.
“I’m going to make you cum again,” he promised, and I could feel his own orgasm building.
“Yes, Sarge,” I panted, “I’m going to cum on your cock.”
His hand tightened on my hip, his strokes becoming more erratic. “Do it,” he grunted. “Cum for me, you filthy little whore.”
And with that, I did, my body shuddering with pleasure as he slammed into me one final time, releasing his load deep inside my pussy. He groaned, his body tensing as he emptied himself into me, his cock twitching with each spurt of cum.
We stayed there, panting and sweaty, my body still trembling from the intensity of my orgasm. “That was incredible,” I murmured.
“It’s just the beginning,” he said, his voice still thick with lust. “Now, you’re going to suck me clean.”
I eagerly turned over, my pussy still throbbing, and took his softening cock into my mouth, tasting myself on him. “Thank you, Sarge,” I said, my eyes looking up at him adoringly.
“Anytime, Krissy,” he said, his hand stroking my hair. “But don’t tell anyone about our little secret, or you might get detention.” He winked, and I knew that our naughty karate lessons had only just begun. I slid off the desk, my legs wobbly from the intense fucking, and dropped to my knees before him. Sarge’s cock, still wet with our juices, stood proud and slightly less hard than before. I licked my lips and took the head into my mouth, sucking gently as I swirled my tongue around the sensitive tip. His taste was intoxicating, a mix of sweat and sex that made my stomach clench with desire.
“Good girl,” he murmured, his hand tangling in my hair. “Just like that.”
I bobbed my head, taking more of him into my mouth each time, my tongue dancing along the length of his shaft. He grew harder again, his breathing becoming more ragged.
“You’re a natural at this,” he said, his grip on my hair tightening. “You really want to be my slut, don’t you?”
I nodded, my eyes never leaving his. The word “slut” rolled off his tongue like a sweet promise, and I reveled in it. “I do, Sarge,” I said, my voice thick with lust. “I want to be yours.”
“Mmm,” he groaned, his hips starting to rock back and forth. “You’re going to be so good for me.”
My hands reached up to massage his balls as I sucked him deeper, I took him all the way in. His cock hit the back of my throat, and I gagged slightly, but I didn’t stop. I wanted to show him that I could take it all.
“Fuck,” he hissed, his hand guiding my movements. “You’re going to make me cum again.”
I moaned around his cock, the vibration sending shivers down his spine. His hips picked up speed, and I knew he was close. I sucked harder, my other hand playing with my clit.
Sarge’s eyes widened, watching me rub my clit, and he let out a deep groan. “You’re going to make me cum down your throat,” he warned, his voice strained with lust.
I nodded, eager for it, and he grabbed my head, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth, choking me slightly. I gagged, my eyes watering, but the sensation of his thickness filling my throat only made me more desperate to make him cum.
“Look at me,” he ordered, and I did, my eyes watering but focused on his. He began to thrust faster, his cock hitting the back of my throat with each stroke. “Take it all, Krissy,” he growled, and I felt the head of his cock hit the back of my throat.
I moaned around him, the vibrations of my voice adding to the sensation. His hand tightened in my hair, and I could feel the muscles in his thighs tense.
“Here it comes,” he grunted, and with a roar, he came, filling my mouth and throat with his hot, thick cum. I swallowed as fast as I could, not wanting to miss a drop.
When he finally pulled out, I took a deep breath, my eyes never leaving his. “Good girl,” he praised, stroking my cheek. “Now, get dressed. We can’t have you leaving here looking like you’ve just been fucked.”
I stood, wiping the last of his cum from my chin, and slipped my clothes back on, feeling a strange mix of satisfaction and embarrassment. As I left his office, I knew that this was just the start of something wild and deliciously sinful between us.
Bonus Content
I’m starting to find that I end up with multiple images that I have to choose from to be the featured image. I decided on this story that I wanted to include the others that were really hard to choose from. I hope you enjoy them as much as the story. 🙂
