Martial Arts After Class

It was after the martial arts class had finished, the instructor was getting a hand from one of his students with some of his gear to the back of his car. She'd trained with him for years having started her martial arts career as a teenager. Now in her early twenties, she felt a maturity within herself that she wanted to explore. And who better to explore with than the teacher she'd known for the past six years, who'd help her grow into the confident woman she was today.

As they finished putting things in the back, the student climbed up onto the tailgate of his ute and pulled him in by the belt, and slowly, but deftly undoes it, the top of his gi falling away, baring his chest. She runs her fingers through his chest hair. He wasn't expecting this, but wasn't complaining, he'd secretly had a desire that was being quenched

She untied her own belt, and took of her uniform top. She lay back, wearing only a restrictive sports bra, that pressed her breasts tightly against her chest. The cold metal of the back of the ute shocked her back. The restrictive sports bra wasn't restrictive enough to see her nipples harden, maybe from the cold, maybe from her actions being appreciated

The instructor, mesmerised by this sight, reached forward. Knowing he'd given her pushups earlier in class, he knew her pec muscles would be sore, but firm. He was right. He gave them a massage. If the hardening was from the cold, it certainly wasn't that any more

He dragged his hands down her body to her pants. She had the traditional style draw string pants. No elastic. He undid the knot to loosen the waistband. She lifted her hips, acknowledging his efforts, and willing him to go further. He pulled the dobok pants down halfway. Her legs draped over the tailgate let the pants fall in a crumpled heap on the ground. She was laying there in the back of his ute, sweaty from training, cold from the steel against her back, and burning up from desire, wearing nothing but underwear and a sport bra

He knew her legs would be sore, she'd been having trouble with that groin muscle, over exerted from her high kicks. He put his hands firmly on her thighs. He'd done this before, helping a student with injury recovery. This was physically the same, but was nothing like before. This was hot, passionate, daring. He pressed his thumbs in hard against her inner thighs. Massaging up and down. She immediately groaned in pain. Those muscles had worked hard for the past hour. She groaned in pain, but it wasn't just pain. His strong hands were dangerously close to crossing a line, again. Chest work was one thing, but this, this was more

He massaged firmly some more, pushing his hands hard against her thigh muscles, working up her legs, his fingertips brushing the bottom of her underwear. With each rub, his fingers went from brushing the edge of her underwear, slipping up just slightly over her underwear, then just a little under her underwear. She was eager for him to continue

He sensed it, his fingers now purposely exploring under her panties with each massaging rub. His thumbs pressing against her moistening underpants on the outside, and his fingers tickled underneath. She groaned with ecstatic pleasure. With the next rub, as his fingers slid under her pants again, she knew what she needed to do. He'd taught the class a thousand times. In a self defence situation, if someone grabs you, you immediately grab them back. They will be shocked, this gives you the moment to take charge of the situation. She snapped her hands down and grabbed his. Her hands on the outside of her underpants, his inside.

He wanted nothing to do with it, he is the instructor, who did she think she was, taking charge, he looked her in the eye, turned his hands upward and grabbed the upper waistband of her underpants from the inside and wrenched them down. She was shocked, but didn't resist. She knew he was bigger and stronger than she was, that's what she liked, but she started this. She wanted this. She couldn't wait for this to continue

Her panties met her dobok pants on the ground. He could see her naked pussy, glistening in the dim glow of the street lights He pulled her knees up over his shoulders and bent forward, burying his face against against her. It was sweaty, hot, wet, amazing. He didn't quite know what to do, a few minutes earlier he was putting his gear in the back of the car, now his face was pressed hard against her naked crotch. He didn't have to worry, she reached down and grabbed his head, pushing his face against her. He knew what she wanted, he stuck out his tongue to taste her. Sweet, salty, slightly acrid, completely arousing. He pursed his lips on her clit, letting his stubbled moustache tickle her most sensitive place. It was like a hundred little needles pressing into her. She's never felt that before, but she liked it. It hurt, but it hurt good

She let out a sound, "Mmhmm" as she ground against his face in rhythm with his tongue

He nibbled and tickled at her clit with his tongue and stubble. Simultaneously, he pushed a finger inside her. one and then two. As he licked he motioned with his fingers for her to come over. She definitely knew she was going to cum over. She threw her head back against the car in pleasure as he licked, sucked, tickled and stroked her pussy. She didn't have any control here. She thought she'd take him, but he was now taking her, and she loved it.

Her hands held onto his head, willing him to go harder, faster, bringing her to the edge of ecstasy. She clung to the precipice of pleasure before jumping over the edge in a raging orgasm like she'd never felt before. She squealed with delight, which just made him do more. Suddenly this pleasure turned, it wasn't pleasure, it was too much, it was agonising. Her clit was engorged with blood, every fibre of her being was focused on it's pulses as she felt him continue. She wanted it to stop, but remembered what he'd told her about pain before, MUST ENDURE. This was a lesson. She was still in class, and she was being schooled. Despite having cum harder than ever before, she pushed past the pain as he continued to torture her pussy with more licks, flicks and thrusts. She felt herself climbing the precipice again.

What had she gotten herself into?

She felt weak, her body exhausted from unbridled passion after an hour of hard training. She was taken, and he was still taking. Without warning, her engorged pubus erupted again in orgasm. She felt him giggle, clearly enjoying his power over her. She knew from years of self defence classes from him, you need to give as good as you get if you want to get out alive. It was her turn...

...She mustered up the strength to lift his head away from her. She didn't need any more. She got what she came for, and more. He took more than she wanted, and he needed to be punished.

Using her feminine wiles, she looked him in the eye and told him firmly, "Swap", just like he'd said in class so often, the attacker changed to the defender.

She jumped down from the tailgate, her bare arse exposed. Not what she wanted, she pulled up her pants, and pushed him up onto the tailgate, undoing his pants. She pulled out his cock. She wanted it inside her, but she knew he wanted that too, and didn't want to give it to him. Instead she reached down his shaft, and grabbed his balls. Slightly harder than pleasurable, he winced in pain. Straight away, she knew who was taking this lesson

She still had her crop top on, she pulled his cock against her belly and slid down, all the way, taking the tip against her lips. She flicked her tongue against the banjo string of his knob, teasing as she felt it swell even more. She took his whole knob in her mouth and gave it a suck, she felt his pleasure increase. Her hand was around his shaft, she stroked it up and down whilst sucking his swollen glans.

He lent back, letting her do the work as he enjoyed her skills. She pulled her hand away as she took his whole shaft in her mouth. She felt him pushing against the back of her throat, her tongue writhing around in her mouth, both for room and for pleasure. As she felt his pleasure increase, she sped up, sucking, writhing her tongue, she tasted the first hint of pre-cum, she stopped

Looking him in the eye, she pulled her mouth away. She could see the pain in his face, he was so close...

She had had her pleasure, her night could be done. She faced a choice:

A: she could finish him,

or

B: leave him high and dry

She stood up, just a bit, pulling his menacingly teased cock against her belly. She slid it up under her sports bra, nestling it between her plump breasts. She squeezed them together, in turn clenching his cock in her cleavage. She looked up at him again, he had a look of relief, his balls were so close to exploding, if she left him like that. She ground her chest along his shaft. The warmth of her skin against the front of his dick, and the rough feeling of fabric along the top. He had a mix of pleasures all at once. He pulled her in closer, she squeezed her boobs against him, as he thrust himself up and down her cleavage. She looked down at his knob peeping out the top of her bra, with each stroke, she gave it a lick or a kiss. He was so close, she knew it

She grabbed his shaft in her hand, squeezing it hard. It felt so strong, so warm, she never realised he carried such a weapon. His eyes looked down, there was his student, stroking his hardened cock up and down against her chest, it was such a turn on, he couldn't hold back.

His balls erupted, spewing forth their sticky contents all over her neck and under her chin. Squirt after squirt, she felt his hot sticky juices hit her throat.

She giggled. She knew what to do now. As soon as his pulsing stopped, she pulled his cock out of her bra and took it in her mouth again. This time sucking harder than ever before. He tensed up, he tried to take her head and pull it away. It was too much for him. She giggled again, stopped just long enough to give him a menacing look and told him, like he'd told her "MUST ENDURE" as she continued dominating him with her powerful tongue.