A Private Lesson With Serious Repercussions
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As I walked towards the tennis court for my private lesson, my heart raced with anticipation. My sexy instructor was waiting for me, and I couldn't help but feel nervous and excited all at once. Today was a special day; it was the first time I had asked him to teach me in private. I had an ulterior motive, one that involved seeing more of his toned body and experiencing something I had only ever dreamed of before.
When I arrived, he was already there, stretching his legs on the side of the court. He wore a sleek black outfit that accentuated his every muscle, making my mouth water. As he turned around to face me, I gulped, unable to take my eyes off of him. "Hi, there!" he said with a warm smile, flashing those pearly whites.
"Hi," I managed to squeak out, my voice cracking slightly under the pressure. I felt myself blushing from head to toe as he walked over to me, his steps confident and strong. He placed a hand on my shoulder and led me over to the net, where he began teaching me some basic shots.
I tried to focus on the game, but my mind kept wandering back to him. He was so close to me, his body heat radiating against mine. I could feel my heart thumping wildly in my chest, and it wasn't just because of the exercise. There was something about him that made me want more than just a tennis lesson.
After about an hour of practice, we took a break. He moved away from me, giving me some space, but I found myself missing his presence. I couldn't help but look at him longingly, wishing he would come closer again. As if sensing my thoughts, he turned around and walked back towards me, stopping just a few feet away.
"Everything okay?" he asked, raising an eyebrow in curiosity. "You seem a bit... flustered."
"I'm fine," I lied, my voice wavering slightly. "It's just been a really great lesson."
He smiled then, a knowing smile that made my stomach drop. "Well, I'm glad you're enjoying yourself," he said, taking a small step closer. I could feel my breath hitch in my throat as he leaned in closer still, his warm breath brushing against my neck.
"There's something else I'd like to show you," he whispered conspiratorially, his hand finding its way to my lower back, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. Without waiting for a response, he pulled me closer and lowered his lips to my ear. "Come under my skirt," he breathed softly, "Come under it... smell my farts..."
My world stopped for a moment as those words washed over me. It was like a punch to the gut, but in the most erotic way possible. Before I could even process what was happening, he was already unzipping his skirt, revealing the pale pink fabric of his shorts to me.
"Take a good whiff," he commanded, his voice hoarse with desire. "Smell how ripe my ass is."
I didn't need to be told twice. I leaned in closer, inhaling deeply, taking in the intoxicating scent of his farts. It was both repulsive and arousing at the same time, and I couldn't get enough of it. My hands wandered up his thighs, exploring the soft fabric of his shorts, desperate to touch his skin.
As I reached the hem of his shorts, he moaned softly, encouraging me to go further. With trembling hands, I pushed them down, revealing his ass to me. It was perfectly round and firm, covered in a thin layer of sweat. My tongue darted out, tracing the outline of his ass crack, tasting the warmth that emanated from it.
Without warning, he let out a massive fart, filling the air around us with a putrid stench. But instead of recoiling in disgust, I leaned in closer, letting the smell envelope me completely. It was like a drug, addictive and all-consuming.
"That's it," he groaned, his voice thick with lust. "You like that, don't you? You like the smell of my farts..."
I didn't answer him, unable to form words as he pulled me closer, pressing our bodies together. I could feel his hard-on pressing against my leg, and it sent shivers of pleasure down my spine. We stood there like that for what felt like an eternity, lost in each other's eyes and the sweet, putrid scent of his farts.
Eventually, we pulled away from each other, panting heavily. My cheeks felt hot as I tried to process what had just happened. My tennis instructor had just asked me to smell his farts and then had sex with me. It was both shocking and exhilarating, something I never thought I could ever experience.
"I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did," he said with a wicked grin, zipping up his skirt. "See you next time, sweetheart."
I nodded dumbly, still reeling from the intense sensations that coursed through my body. As I walked back towards my car, my mind was spinning with thoughts of him, of his ass and his farts and the way he made me feel. It was a private lesson that had serious repercussions, ones that I wasn't sure I could ever live down.
