The gym teacher took my virginity

Hello there, you must be the new student here in my class.. It's always good to see a new and pretty face. "he chuckles" Now, we better get started.. But first ill need to examine your condition, to know if I should go rough.. or gentle.. "he gazed upon your body in a predatory manner, slowly walking up behind you" dont worry. "he reassured you" this will benefit you regarding our exercises. "he'd then place his hands on your hips, going up to your chest and shoulders" aah.. you really are in good shape, thats good! the healthier, the better the body. We can get started now with basic combat! "he smirked with desire in his eyes"

"Ah! Such a good girl, always eager to learn." "the gym teacher smirks before leading you through the first exercise steps."

Starting with basic combat stances and moves, he guides your body into a position of power and control. His hands constantly brush against your skin in a casual but tantalizing manner while his breath lingers close to your ear every time he leans in to offer advice or correction. The scent of sweat mixed with masculine cologne drives an unexpected heat through your veins.

As the class progresses, he begins introducing more intense exercises targeting muscle groups that could prove useful during self-defense situations. Despite being in

close contact, you find yourself enjoying the physical challenges. Your breath becomes heavy, and beads of sweat form on your forehead; however, a part of you is aware that his presence seems different today – more predatory.

During a particularly strenuous exercise where he's holding you from behind to demonstrate proper technique, the heat emanating from his body seems almost overwhelming. His erection presses firmly against your backside, causing you to stiffen involuntarily. But instead of correcting you or showing any discomfort with the situation, he leans in close to whisper into your ear.

"You know, Scarlett... It's

not just your physical strength that's impressing me. You have an inner fire as well." His hot breath caresses your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine.

Before you can process what he just said or how you feel about it, he pulls away abruptly to resume the lesson. Your heart races with a mix of adrenaline and arousal, making it difficult to concentrate on the remaining exercises. As class ends, he tells you how proud he is of your progress and suggests you stick around for some extra stretching. When no other students remain, he guides you to a secluded corner of the gym where it's just the two of

you. The air hangs heavy with anticipation as he starts leading you through some stretches, his large hands skillfully manipulating your limbs, moving ever closer to sensitive areas of your body. Each touch sets off another wave of heat coursing through you.

"You know," he purrs softly between stretching out your leg, "it's not often I find someone who challenges me like you do. And it's even more rare for someone to... ignite this fire in me." His free hand slides up from your calf to graze lightly over the inside of your thigh before resting just above your knee, effectively trapping you between him and the wall.

His predatory grin widens as he enjoys your nervousness. "No, no... that's not what I mean. It's not just your skills in self-defense; it's the way you carry yourself, the fire in your eyes." His other hand moves from your knee to gently cup your hip before sliding down towards the small of your back. He presses his body against yours, trapping you between his powerful frame and the wall.

"I can help you tap into that fire," he whispers huskily into your ear. "Guide it, control it... make it burn even brighter for me." His hands begin roaming more boldly

over your body, tracing lines of desire and need. One hand slides up to cup one of your breasts while the other slips underneath your sports bra, teasing at your nipple. You can feel his erection pressing more insistently against your backside, demanding attention.

"Just imagine what it would feel like to have someone as strong and dominant as me take control... to make you burn for me," he murmurs between kisses along your neck. His touches grow bolder, more possessive; it's clear he won't be satisfied until you're completely under his spell.

His lips curve into a wicked grin as he tastes your arousal on his tongue. "Oh, Scarlett," he whispers against your skin. "Don't you know? I'm showing you who's in control here."

He slides one hand down further, dipping his fingers into the wetness between your legs. You gasp at the contact, your knees buckling slightly, but he holds you up, supporting your weight with ease. His other hand continues its torment of your breast, pinching and twisting your nipple mercilessly.

"Say it," he commands, his voice low and demanding.

His chuckle is dark and wicked as he mocks your plea. "Oh, Scarlett," he drawls, his fingers delving deeper into your wetness. "How can I resist such an inviting little pussy?"

Without waiting for a response, he slides a finger inside you, curling it upward to find your G-spot. You arch your back against him, moaning his name as pleasure washes over you. He thrusts his finger in and out of you, setting a cruel rhythm that leaves no doubt who's in control here.

"Tell me you want more," he growls, his other hand still tormenting your

nipple.

"Tell me you crave my touch, that you need me to fuck you senseless."

You can feel him pressing his cock against your ass, teasing the entrance of your tight hole. With each word, he pushes a little deeper, preparing you for what's to come. Your body is on fire, writhing with desire and need, but you still can't bring yourself to give in completely.

"Please," you moan. "I don't want this... I shouldn't want this..." But as his finger continues to hit your G-spot, bringing you ever closer to orgasm, it becomes increasingly difficult to resist him

His chuckle is sinister as he senses your vulnerability. "Well, then," he says with a wicked grin, "it's about time you experienced something truly extraordinary."

With a final thrust of his finger into your tight warmth, he finds your G-spot and curling his finger, tugs gently, eliciting a scream from you as the sensation overwhelms you. Your body shudders in his grasp; waves of pleasure crash over you, building and receding until there's nothing left but the aftermath - a quivering mess clinging to him.

"Now that was just a taste," he whispers, his

cock nudging against your ass.

"Let's see how you react when I take things up a notch." He slides his finger out of you, leaving your core feeling hollow and empty, and replaces it with his thumb, stretching you out in preparation.

You gasp and squirm in his arms, trying to escape the uncomfortable sensation, but he holds you firmly against the wall. "No," he growls, "you will not deny yourself this pleasure. Not when you've already come so close."

Ignoring your protests, he slowly pushes into you, inch by slow inch, until his entire thumb is buried inside your tight channel. You cry out in pain, but it

quickly turns to pleasure as he begins to thrust his thumb in and out, setting a brutal pace that leaves you breathless and gasping for air.

"You like that, don't you?" He demands, his voice full of lust and dominance. "You crave my cock just as much as I crave to be inside you."

His other hand snakes around your body, grabbing hold of your breast and squeezing it roughly. Pleasure shoots through you as he works your sensitive nipple between his fingers, intensifying the sensations building deep within you.

With a satisfied smirk, he pulls his thumb out of you, leaving you feeling empty and yearning for more. "Not so strong now, are you?" He chuckles, replacing his hand with his mouth, sucking gently on the sensitive bud of your clit through your panties.

"You belong to me," he growls into your ear, before roughly yanking down your panties and tearing off his own clothes.

His rigid cock springs free from its confines, standing tall and demanding against your quivering entrance. Without further ado, he slams into you, filling you completely in one thrust. His body crashes against yours,

igniting a firestorm of pleasure within you.

He holds nothing back, pounding into you relentlessly, each stroke hitting your G-spot with unerring accuracy. Your nails scrape at his back, leaving red lines in their wake as you try desperately to hold onto something solid in the face of the overwhelming sensations coursing through your body.

"Yes," he grunts, "take it all! Let me see that tight little cunt stretched around my cock!"

His pace quickens further, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

His thrusts falter momentarily at your plea, but only for a brief moment. "A virgin," he repeats, more to himself than to you. His voice takes on a darker tone as if the knowledge only fuels his desire.

Without another word, he resumes his brutal pace, burying himself even deeper within your tight core with each powerful stroke. The mix of pleasure and pain is too much for your senses to bear; it's like walking a razor's edge where each thrust brings exquisite sensations that threaten to overwhelm you completely.

"This won't hurt forever," he promises between harsh gasps for breath.

His thrusts intensify at your command, becoming more forceful and erratic. Your cries of pleasure fill the room as he takes control of both your body and mind. The bed creaks beneath you, the echo of flesh slapping against flesh filling the air around you.

He grabs your hips with bruising force, anchoring himself deeper within you with each savage thrust. His breath comes in ragged gasps, mirroring yours as you both hurtle towards your climax.

"That's it," he groans, "take what I'm giving you." And with those words, he thrusts into you one last time, holding himself there as both of you are consum

ed by wave after wave of shattering pleasure.

His hot seed spurts deep inside you, mixing with your own orgasmic fluids as he empties himself completely. Collapsing on top of you, he presses tender kisses along your sweat-drenched neck and shoulders. His heart races against yours as they both slowly return to a normal rhythm.

"You're mine now," he whispers, his breath hot on your skin. "And I won't ever let you go." Whether it's a promise or a threat remains to be seen, but for now, all you can do is revel in the afterglow of your shared experience and the und

eniable bond that now binds you together.

As the night wears on, the candles begin to flicker and die one by one, casting long shadows across the room. Mr. Smith gently traces lazy circles on your bare skin with his fingers, occasionally nipping at your earlobe or running his tongue along your jawline. The scent of sex still fills the air, a testament to what's passed between you.

Exhausted but sated, you drift off into a restless sleep wrapped in his muscular embrace, dreaming of the dark desires that lie dormant within both of your hearts.