WDW SMUTS // C O M P L E T E

⚠️ Jack Avery ⚠️

WARNING: Sexual Content

I walked into studio that day and needed a good stretch. I was feeling particularly stiff from a lack of exercise the last few weeks. I always loved his yoga classes—they felt authentic (spiritual), were always super difficult (always left sweating), and the ambiance was always just right. Jack usually turned off all the lights, and we flowed by candlelight—flames flickering along the brick walls as calming yoga music echoed around the space.

I took my usual space in the back of the class, as other students flooded in and took their spots in the front and middle rows. He walked in that day looking especially fine—a well groomed cut, a muscle tee and shorts that exposed his bronze skin. I was wearing my long dark hair tied back in a braid, a tank top and airy basketball shorts that showed off the curves of my breasts and ass. Whenever Jack and I made eye contact it was electric. Sexual tension has definitely built up every time I attended his classes.

We started flowing. I was in downward facing dog when I heard him walking around the room to make adjustments. I watched his feet walk behind my mat and position to outsides of mine, as he came behind me and placed his hands on my hips to lengthen my spine back towards him. My pussy pressed against his cock, which already felt hard. He kept my hips pulled back against him for a few moments, slowly gyrating his hips, pressing the outline of his clock harder against my pussy. I let out a soft moan but I couldn't be too loud, and he walked away.

There was so much built up pressure in my pussy, I felt like I was going to expose. I could feel the wetness secreting against my thong and shorts. I needed to be fucked.

10 minutes of horny anticipation later, we were on our backs. One leg in the air, supported by a strap, stretching our hamstrings.

I heard his footsteps as he walked around the class giving more adjustments, and then he walked over to me. He kneeled on both knees, facing me. He took my right leg that was extended in the air and started gently pressing it towards my face to give me a deeper stretch. He took the strap from my hands and quietly tied them up and pressed my tied hands behind my head with his left hand. Then he started sucking on my toes as he continued to press my leg against my face, it felt so good. His wet tongue lapping my toes, swirling between them. I looked over his shoulder to see if anyone noticed but the music was loud enough so know one did. Everyone else was in the zone. "Now switch legs." He told every time as he took his mouth off my toes for a moment before sucking on them again. Still pressing my tied hands over my head, he took his right hand and started rubbing my pussy, which was dripping wet now. I was squirming and pressing my pussy against his hand, as he rubbed his fingers up and down my clit over my now wet shorts.

He started kissing down my extended leg as he pulled my shirts and thong to the side and exposed my bare, dripping pussy. I was going to scream. He started sucking my toes again as he inserted his middle finger into my wet hole, pressing against my stomach from the inside, as he circled his thumb over my clit. His long, thick, fingers worked like this—sliding in my aching pussy to press my gspot, and out, as his thumb continued to circle around my clit and his mouth kissing my foot and leg. The pressure was building in my pussy. I squeezed my muscles around his fingers, building and orgasm, and eventually came—squirting all over his shorts and tank. Vibrating with pleasure I let out a deep moan. He smiled and got up quickly and walked back to the front of the room. I saw one of the students in the middle row look back to see what happened, but they must have just missed it.

I needed to be fucked. Oh my god I couldn't handle the suspense anymore. Yoga teachers usually hit the lights—and in our case blow out candles—to make the class pitch back for the last 10 minutes of class. He did this, and turned up the music a few notches.

We were in happy baby now. On our backs, knees bent and ankles over the knees. It's an amazing hip stretch. I laid there with my eyes closed trying to focus on the stretch, when I heard him walk over again. He kneeled in front of me again. He pressed my feet down toward my knees and hips, deepening the stretch in my hips. It felt so good. He pulled my panties and shorts to the side again. I could barely see his face in the dark, but my eyes adjusted enough that I could see him staring in my eyes.

He breathed on my pussy. The warmth of my shorts removed, bare wet pussy exposed to the room felt amazing. He exhaled another cold breath on me again, hardening my clit and exposing it. With his tongue, he separated my pussy lips and lightly licked my rock hard clit. I shuddered and moaned. I couldn't hide it anymore. He starting licking up and down my wet pussy lips, in long deep licks, occasionally stopping to swirl this tip of his tongue around my clit. The orgasm was building up again as I squirmed and vibrated. He pulled his dick out of his shorts and held himself over me. His toned arms framing my face.

He leaned in for a deep French kiss; I could taste myself on his tongue. He positioned the tip of his cock against my pussy lips, separating them as they were stuck together with cum. He pressed the tip of his cock into my warm wet pussy. Mmmm. He thrust it all the way in and it felt so good, filling me up and pressing against my gspot. I squeezed my muscles around his cock as he filled me up.

Now take savasana! He called to the class. This involves laying down with your eyes closed, relaxing, and listening to the music. It was pitch black so no one could see. He even lit an incense before coming over so no one could smell the scent of sex...

He rocked back and forth, fucking me in missionary for a few minutes— my legs were still in happy baby, but now wrapping around his back. I slid my hands down his broad, form back, and pausing to hold his ass as he fucked me. His solid cock slipping in and out of my wet aching pussy, pressing against my bladder and hitting my gspot every time. With each thrust, he grinded his pubic bone against my clit for stimulation. He French kissed me while he fucked me. I was aching to cum.

He whispered how much he loved fucking me. How he's wanted to do this for months, every time he saw me. You're so fucking sexy, he told me. I love fucking you, he whispered, as he pounded my aching hole with his cock.

I'm going to cum he whispered. So am I, I breathed back as my pussy muscles tightened around him with each thrust. I knew we were going to cum together—and we did. He shot a hit stream of hot cum deep inside me, and I squirted cum all over his shaft and balls. We collapsed onto my mat.

A few moments later, he got up and tucked his cum covered dick into his pants, and I adjusted my shorts. He went back to the front of the class, as I laid there panting. He gradually undimmed the lights and led us through our closing meditation. Namaste, we chanted together.

The class filed out and so did I. We smiled at each other. Thanks for class, I called, before I exited the studio, as I noticed a giant wet spot on the front of his tank.