50 Dirty Tales of One Direction

1. The Yoga Instructor (H.S)

Alyssa

My black eyes were set on my hot yoga instructor, Harry Edward Styles. This wasn't my first time attending this class and I had to say I'm shocked to find such a divine, sexy man here. His fine chest, those hard six pack abs.

The only reason I'm staying in his class is because of this fine British man. He is also the reason why I haven't worn any underwear today, not because so he can notice my wet self but so I can touch myself through my yoga pants.

"Okay, let's continue this next meeting." His deep British accent announced.

I got up from my mat and started to fold it hurriedly so I can pleasure myself in the bathroom while I'm still turned on by this sex god. Many of the people had left already, I was about to bring my mat up and leave when a miracle happened.

"Alyssa, can I speak to you." It wasn't a request, it was a command.

Nervously, I gulped and faced him. Oh my god. His tanned and tattooed chest were near me and his olive green eyes looked down at me.

"Yes, Harry?"

"Turn around for me." He huskily said to my ear.

I did and saw my reflection in the mirrored room. Harry was looking at my back, I wonder why. I gasped when his manly hand slowly lowered from my shoulder down to my ass. He slightly slapped it and I moaned in pleasure and pain.

Then his fingers lowered and went to my yoga pants covered pussy. His middle finger ran up and down my slit through my pants and I whimpered.

"Why aren't you wearing any underwear?" He asked, staring at me.

The room was empty and I couldn't bring myself to answer his question. To my lack of words, he pulled me closer and bit my earlobe.

"I bet I know why." His fingers still playing with me. "Its because I make you horny and after our session you touch yourself because your itching to."

"Yeah, tha-that's why." I managed to say.

He seperated my legs widely and looked at the mirrored wall facing us. He touched my erect clit and it was visible through the cloth. A finger circled it roughly and he secured me from falling by wrapping an arm around my stomach. His muscular chest was against my back.

"It fucking turns me on." He whispered, he quickened his finger and my toes curled. I touched myself through the pants but Harry slapped it away.

"Dirty girl, I'll be the only one whose gonna touch you." He stopped and I whined.

"Why'd you stop?" I rubbed my thighs together to get some friction with my clit.

He let me go and laid my mat down. He ran a hand through his curly long hair causing some muscles contract and I bit my lip.

"Bend down here, facing the mirror." His voice full of authority.

I did, I spread my legs and bent down, I stared at my own reflection and saw Harry licking his lips. He stared down at my bum and my obvious vagina.

He bent down behind me and placed his two hands at my behind. Kneading them and massaging. "Do you want me to taste you?" He spoke.

"Please, I want your tongue all over my tight pussy." I pleaded.

Through my yoga pants, I felt Harry place a kiss on my nub. He swirled his tongue all over and his saliva seeped through the material. I cursed loudly when he sucked and licked my pussy. The cloth on my crotch was damp and I bet the outline of my genitalia was visible.

"Mmmm, delicious." He murmured against me. His tongue dipping inside me along with the leggings. It was the most sexiest feeling yet.

A finger rubbed on my clitoris while his tongue did wonders and his mouth sucking me. My moans filled the room along with Harry's dirty mouth. I could feel myself nearly coming when Harry fastened and added another finger on my clit.

"Don't come yet." He warned.

"I can't hold it..." I was gripping my mat tightly.

I closed my eyes and I heard a ripping of fabric behind. I gasped when cold air struck my dripping hole. He had ripped the area of my crotch.

He reattached his lips against my flesh. "Fuckk!" I yelled.

My nub was now uncovered and he nibbled on it, bringing me on edge. I felt two fingers slip inside me, curling and thrusting.

His teeth grazed over my perky lump. And there my walls tightened on his fingers but they still pumped.

"Come for me, Alyssa." He kissed my clit.

Harry's hands retracted and I felt liquid dripping on my pussy. Some went down on my mat.

"Face your dirty hole on the mirror." He said.

I followed his command and I saw cum on my vagina. A trail slid down my thigh. I felt so dirty, Harry eyed me and kissed me ass cheek. A long finger wiped through my slit, cum coating its tip.

He put it down my lower lip. "Taste yourself."

I took it in my mouth and sucked his finger. I finished and swallowed the sour juice.

Harry got a tissue from his training bag in the corner of the room and cleaned me. "Next time, I'll wreck you." He slapped my ass.

"I'll be waiting." I got up and looked at my torn pants.

Harry chuckled at the sight and gave me a blue short. "Take it."

I smiled. "Thanks."

"No problem, love." He winked.