Alone with Teacher

Alone with Teacher

Friday nights were always slow at the dojo, that’s one reason why Vince scheduled the self-defense course at that time. At 8:00pm, if no one showed up for the class, he was free to go home and do whatever he wanted. That typically meant going out to shoot pool at the local bar, going out on a date, if he was lucky, or even just going to see a movie.

The 7:00pm class generally had a few students in it, and tonight they were working on their Kung Fu forms when Emmanuelle walked in the door. Vince looked at the door as she entered and nodded to her. She bowed in the traditional Shaolin salute to him, which he returned. She moved into one of the chairs in the waiting room, slid her gym bag beneath it, and watched, waiting for her class.

The students were located around the room, one with a sword, swinging and stabbing as he moved through his pattern. Vince was working with an intermediate female student, helping her find the right position standing on one leg, with her hand spearing the throat of an imaginary attacker.

Emmanuelle shivered unable to believe the way he was affecting her. He put his hands on the woman, adjusting her position slightly and then correcting her each time she moved into it. Emmanuelle couldn’t wait to feel his hands on her like that… touching… caressing… squeezing…

She shook her head, shaking free of those thoughts. She could feel her heat and wetness below, could feel her nipples hardening behind her t-shirt. God, she wanted to fuck him so badly she could hardly stand still.

Five minutes later and the class was lining up, facing Vince. Their black pants and white t-shirts emblazoned with the school logo over the heart kept them all looking like an actual group instead of three random strangers. They bowed and he shook their hands as they walked off the floor.

“Happy Birthday, Sifu,” the most advanced student said, starting a cacophony of similar statements.

Vince smiled, raising his hands embarrassed. “Thank you. Thank you. It’s no big deal.” His smile melted Emmanuelle’s heart, too. “Please take some cake home… I don’t need all of this,” he said laughing, pointing to the sheet cake sitting in the waiting room.

“Any plans?” asked another.

“No… just relaxing for the weekend… doing some work on the house.”

The students got their coats and shoes on and one-by-one wandered out the door, gym bags in hand. The night was brisk, the wind whipping into the school, but it wasn’t raining or snowing at all. Vince was happy for that small relief. He certainly didn’t want it to rain on his birthday.

“Thank you,” Vince called to each. “See you guys next week!”

He moved to his desk, sat down and wrote a few notes in his three-ring attendance binder. Emmanuelle just listened to the music, enjoying the light, bouncy beat of one of the latest alternative rock songs playing on Vince’s iPod.

Normally, Emmanuelle would have moved into the workout area and started warming up a little, but tonight she was caught in her chair, trying to surreptitiously watch Vince. Five minutes later, Vince looked up from his writing.

“Well, Emmanuelle, it looks like you’re the only student in class tonight. You’re certainly welcome to take off if you’d like. But, if you want to stay, I’ll work with you.” Vince said, standing.

Emmanuelle stood, too, looking at Vince and realizing how excited she was getting just thinking about being alone with him. She smiled shyly. “Yeah, that’s fine… I’ll stay.” Her eyes trailed down his body. His t-shirt hid most of his body, but it made him look so damn good. And the loose pants he wore allowed him to move freely, but would hide little. She glanced at his groin. She wondered how he’d feel through the thin material and if he was starting to get hard. Suddenly remembering where she was, she looked up to see Vince watching her. She realized how flushed and embarrassed she felt. She walked out onto the workout floor behind him, hands behind her back. She could feel her nipples hardening, pressing into the front of her shirt. She knew Vince could tell she was excited.

Vince grabbed some hand pads from the rack in the corner of the room. “We’ll start warming up with some elbows and knees.” He held the pads and directed Emmanuelle to perform her repetitions. Every strike was easier, stronger, and faster. She struck the pads time and time again.

The arm strikes helped distract her from her desire to be with Vince, but only marginally. The more they moved together through the exercises, the more fun she had with him, the more she felt attached to him. He was so easy-going and fun to be with.

“Ok,” he finally said, setting the hand pads aside. “I want to work on some rape defenses this week, starting with the guard position.” He knelt on the padded floor and urged Emmanuelle to kneel, too. “Do you remember the guard?”

Emmanuelle mentally reviewed what she’d learned so far. “Uh… no…”

“Ok, no problem,” he said, laying on his back. “The guard position is where you want Kuzey ankara escort to be whenever you’re on your back. Move up here a second.” He opened his legs, inviting Emmanuelle to move up between them. He smoothly wrapped his legs around her waist, locking his feet behind her. “The guard is more powerful than just lying there, allowing you to control your opponent.”

Emmanuelle’s heart beat more rapidly, his legs felt so powerful around her waist and the intimate contact was almost too much for her. She knew staying was probably a mistake. She wasn’t going to be able to handle this kind of undivided and intimate attention from him, even if he weren’t interested in what she was. Even so, the front wall of the school had large windows across it, making the view from the parking lot wide open. He wasn’t about to fuck her with that kind of visibility.

He moved his hips and legs, throwing her to one side and then the other, making her almost lose her balance and fall to the floor. “See?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

“Then, added to that is the position of your hands to minimize their striking. You put one hand behind the neck like this,” he said, grabbing her neck with his right hand and pulling her forward. She was practically laying on him now, her head beside his. “And then you wrap your arm over and grab the triceps with the other arm.” As he grabbed her arm and pinned it, she realized just how trapped she’d be in this position.

“So you can’t punch me with your right hand because it’s trapped and if you even tried to hit me with your left hand, you’d punch yourself in the face.”

She was so close to his neck and face. Her body was practically laying on him. She could smell his cologne mixed with the sweat from the previous classes. The muskiness was intoxicating to her. She closed her eyes for a moment, loving the feel of him against her, loving his smell.

She felt him release her but took a moment to collect herself and move off him.

“So, now you put me in the guard,” he said, moving into position between her legs. She wrapped them around his torso and locked her ankles as instructed. She was painfully aware of her ragged breathing and the wetness between her legs. She grabbed the back of his head and his arm, pulling him down and into her as he had demonstrated. With her body on the bottom, she was even more aware of the intimacy of this position. She knew that if she moved just right, she’d feel his hard cock against her wetness and knew that she’d cum just from the contact. She wished he’d just take her, right then and there… she wouldn’t even put up a struggle.

“Now, let’s look at a choke defense from your position,” he said, almost startling her. He sat up on his arms so that he was looking down at her. Her hair was laying behind her on the mats, a beautiful backdrop for her. He felt his cock twinge, felt his mind wander to the possibilities. But he was a professional. He had to control himself.

“Let’s say I put my forearm on your throat like this,” he said, putting pressure on her throat. “As you can see, I can exert a lot of force against you and hurt you. But your defense is simple. Put your right hand on the inside of my arm, pulling it down into your chest. Put your left arm at the elbow, also holding it at your chest.” She moved her arms into position, taking a lot of the stress off her neck, making the choke less dangerous.

“Now, use your legs to help push me away… yeah… just like that… then with a quick push of your legs, then your left arm… yeah… wrap your right arm around my neck and grab your bicep. Just like that,” he said, his voice suddenly a little stressed. “Now you just squeeze until I pass out…”

She squeezed and within seconds he was tapping her arm, signaling that he was trapped. She felt a thrill go through her body. She could be in control. He tapped again, a little harder, and she released. Vince sat up, his face red from the blocked blood flow. He smiled, pleased that she was so good with the move.

She practiced it several times, each time nearly making Vince pass out, until it felt more natural before they moved to another move.

“Ok, here’s the next choke,” he said, putting both his hands on her throat lightly. Emmanuelle shivered, loving to be choked during sex. It felt so raw, so controlling. God she wanted him!

“Ok,” she said, her face flushed with excitement. She squirmed, adjusting her legs around his waist, feeling his cock so close to her. Her pussy felt so damn hot. She knew he was getting hard.

“All you do is grab my wrists with both hands, put your calves on my shoulders, and push your knees in while pulling my wrists outward.”

She followed his instructions until he said, “tap, tap,” unable to physically tap otherwise. They repeated the choke and counter several times, once again. She shuddered from the repeated choking, repeated near-rape scenario. She was near breathless and her pussy was tingling. She desperately wanted Vince to choke her like this while he thrust into Maltepe escort her, again and again, slamming into her wet pussy. His last hold was more firm, more real. She could feel his heat, his desire. His grip on her throat was strong, really choking her this time. She flipped her legs up, grabbing his wrists. She pushed her knees in hard, going far harder than before. He eased his hold, fearing she would break his arms otherwise as she stared into his eyes, face flushed, her pussy tingling incessantly.

When she released him, he sat between her legs for a moment, breathing hard, looking down at her. He finally grabbed her wrists, holding them tight against the floor and leaned down over her. “Now what would you do to escape?” he asked seductively. His face was so close.

She shook excitedly, her pussy so wet, so needy. “I don’t want to escape,” she whispered, licking her lips excitedly.

He looked down at her. Her eyes were half closed, her breasts rising and falling with her heavy breaths. Her hard nipples poked into her shirt, even through her bra. He felt her hips move, trying to push into him, trying to slide against him. Suddenly he leaned down, kissing her hard. Her body shook, her lips and tongue worked against his as he aggressively attacked her mouth.

It only lasted a moment, then he released her and stood.

“Grab some water,” he said, breathing hard, taking her hand and helping her up. She walked to her gym bag and grabbed her water, taking a drink. She was warm, flushed.

“I’m going to grab some pads for throws,” he said, moving to the supply room behind his office. He opened the door and disappeared through it as she watched. As if drawn by a magnet, her feet began to step toward it. The door was open and she could hear him rummaging around inside as she approached. When she reached the door, she silently stepped through it.

Vince had his back to her, putting a box on the shelf in the back of the closet. He felt her presence and turned, looking at her. His face showed his extreme restraint, as if afraid of what might get unleashed. His chest heaved with his breathing, his hands clenching and unclenching repeatedly. She was already in the room, where she wasn’t supposed to be. There was no way to back out gracefully now. For a few seconds there was silence, only the sound of their heavy breathing.

“I want you…” she said, her voice faltering. She licked her lips, her mouth feeling so dry.

Vince took a step forward, his expression blank. He cocked his head. “You want… what?”

Her breathing was uneven and fast. She felt like she was already close to an orgasm and the intensity of his gaze wasn’t helping her find her voice. She took a step forward as well.

“I want…,” her voice faltered again, but this time only for a second. “I want you to fuck me.”

She whispered it, knowing it was barely audible, and looked at the floor. Her body was warm and flushed, every hair on end, every nerve tingling. She felt Vince’s eyes on her and told herself the worst he could do was say no, and she could turn around, leave, and never come back. The all-encompassing fixation of wanting him overruled humiliation in her as the room stayed silent for a few seconds.

Vince’s motions were deliberate as he moved toward and then past her. Her eyes widened. She didn’t move.

She heard the door close, a quiet, solid thud. She sensed that he was still in the room with her, sending a jolt of heat through her that almost made her dizzy. She barely breathed as she started to turn around. And then he as already back in front of her. He moved so close he was almost touching her, close enough that she felt weak, but not actually making contact. He looked down at her.

“You want me to fuck you,” he repeated slowly, emotionless.

She trembled, wanting to touch him, but feeling frozen. She was still looking at the ground and nodded.

He reached forward with one finger and lifted her chin up, lifting her eyes to his. Vince pushed forward and kissed her, hard, his body pressing against hers as she hit the stack of mats behind her. She thrashed against him, her hands pulling at his t-shirt as she fought to breathe. She felt like she could already cum.

Vince placed a hand behind her neck, the other gripping her waist, pulling her body even closer to his. She pulled at his t-shirt again and he let go of her as he pulled it over his head and off. He reached down and roughly pulled hers off as well, then returned his hands to the solid grip on her body and his mouth on hers in an unrelenting kiss. She could feel his erection against her leg as he slowed down and eased back.

Vince’s eyes blazed into hers as he ran a finger from her collarbone down to the top of her bra. Slowly he pulled her bra up, grabbing her breasts with a firmness just short of painful. He bent forward, taking a firm nipple between his lips and sucked hard. Her legs buckled, her mouth opened in a gasp of pleasure.

He then grabbed her arm, twisting it suddenly, pinning Mamak escort it behind her back and turned her to face the mats. With his free hand he released the clasp of her bra. He pushed her into the stack of mats, that was just over waist high, pressing his body behind her.

He released her arm, ran his hand up the back of her neck and grabbed her hair near the scalp. She whimpered as he kissed and nibbled on her neck, his warm flesh against her back, her pussy starting to drip. He then lowered his hand and yanked her workout pants and panties down to her knees. Pushing her torso further up onto the mats, her legs were lifted and he pulled them completely off, tossing them to the opposite wall.

She wanted him to throw her down, ram his cock into her and fuck her hard, taking full control of her. She tried to wiggle impatiently, but the grip he had on her was strong and overpowering. She felt his breath on her ear, steady in comparison to her almost frantic panting. She caught her breath as he pulled her hair, pulling her head back roughly.

“Well, conveniently enough Emmanuelle, I want to fuck you, too,” he whispered smoothly, and her legs trembled.

She whimpered desperately. He hadn’t even touched her pussy and she felt a climax fast approaching. “Vince,” she pleaded, desperate to be touched.

He slid his hand over her ass and between her legs, smoothly, powerfully, sliding over her pussy and clit. She gasped and climaxed as soon as he touched her, an orgasm bursting forth in a rush so overpowering she almost felt she’d lose consciousness. Steady, unabated screams rang through the small room as Vince held her balance with his unyielding grip of her hair. His hand stroked her hard, his fingers invading her pussy again and again.

When her orgasm finished, she felt limp, her entire body slick with sweat, legs shaking and hanging like strings over the stack of mats. He grabbed her leg and lifted it, laying it up on the stack of mats, spreading her thighs wide apart. His hand smacked her ass cheek, hearing her whimper excitedly. He knelt on the floor and pressed his mouth against her labia, thrusting his tongue inside her.

She heard his eagerness echoing off the walls as he licked her pussy and, breathing excitedly, heard her own primal grunts of pleasure echo off the walls. His hands grabbed her ass, squeezing and pushing her harder into the mats, keeping her legs spread wide. His tongue slashed against her clit, over her sensitive moist, pink flesh. His lips trapped her labia, sucking them into his mouth again and again, nibbling on them with sharp teeth.

Her juices dripped from her, ran like water down her legs as she came again and again from his ravaging tongue. “Oh my God,” she whimpered, desperately clawing at the mats beneath her, as her orgasms overwhelmed her. She felt so limp, so weak and helpless.

She felt him move away at last, felt his hot breath and relentless tongue finally leave her pussy and give her a second to breathe. Her body felt the loss. She almost missed his mouth.

His hand grabbed her ass roughly as he stood, holding her cheek firmly in his palm. She heard the rustling of clothes and realized he was sliding his workout pants down and off his legs, making him completely naked. She felt pangs of desire, wanting to see his cock, to feel it in her hands, in her mouth.

“I want your cock,” she whimpered, dropping her leg to the floor, turning and kneeling before him. Her hands went directly to his cock, cradling it gently. It’s firmness and power excited her. She slid them up and down his length. He was so hard, so big. She loved the feel of the soft skin surrounding the steel-hard flesh beneath.

She leaned forward, licking the underside completely, from the base to the tip, tasting him for the first time. He groaned when their eyes met, hers half closed with yearning, as she licked him like an ice cream cone. Her mouth was watering, she wanted him so badly. She was looking up at him as she opened her lips and slid his hard cock into her mouth slowly, in by inch, going as deep as she could.

Her lips closed on him as she pulled back to the tip, sucking, her tongue swirling underneath him. She continued, sliding up and down his length, moaning with each stroke. She loved feeling him in her mouth, loved tasting him, loved gagging on him. She felt his hand touch her head, pet her as she deep-throated him again and again.

She slid her hands back to cradle his ass as she forced him even deeper into her mouth. She could feel him entering her throat and felt him shiver as she swallowed around the head. She gagged a little before pulling him out and used the spittle on his shaft to stroke his length.

He hissed as he inhaled sharply, watching her hands slide up and down his length, twisting slightly. He closed his eyes for a moment, the surge of desire building within him so strongly. He had to control it, he thought. If she only knew what he might do to her… what he wanted to do to her…

Emmanuelle watched his cock slide between her hands. It became so hard and swollen. She knew it would feel so good inside her and could barely wait to feel it slide into her achingly moist center. Her hands felt so feeble holding it, stroking it as she knelt before him. She loved feeling so submissive to him.

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