6. Pilates & Yoga Instructor Ha Yeon-su (33/Divorced♡)
Oh? The way it engulfs my cock in one smooth thrust, like it's eagerly snapping it up—I'm stunned. Ever since my lower half got supersized, no pussy has taken me this effortlessly, without a hint of resistance. It's not like she's some worn-out slut with a loose hole. Sure, her body screams "fuck me" from the outside, and she's probably had her share of dick, but this feels tighter than stretched-out ever should... it's exactly like those custom onaholes from my favorite hentai doujins, molded just for me. First time for this kind of perfect fit, and since it's my first time inside Ha Yeon-su, I can't quite pin down why. Maybe all that foreplay paid off. At least the end is still snug. A little more push and it'll give, but I guess no one's ever properly poked her cervix before.
"...What's wrong?"
While I'm marveling at how it slid in so effortlessly, she glances over, her hand still pressing my forehead back with the back of her palm. She must think it's weird that I've frozen up.
"Nothing. I'm moving now."
"W-wait... Your thing's so big, don't go too deep..."
Squish... squelch.
"Hngh?!"
"Whew, looks like no one's ever reached the bottom. I'll open you up nice and proper."
"Nngh! Ah! W-wait... aaah... hngaaan!"
"What're you waiting for? You're gushing like a faucet already—I'll break you in and fuck you good. Just hold that pose, Instructor."
"Haa, hiit! No! You're too biiig!"
For someone writhing like an octopus, she develops fast. Once I start pistoning, it clings perfectly. All that slick juice makes every thrust smooth and sloppy.
"Aaah... there, ngh! It's starting to feel good... haat! Nngh, hng!"
She was just screaming in agony, but now she's loving it—love juices squelching out with every pump. The instructor who was teaching classes at the academy just minutes ago is soaking the bedsheets in a perfect circle from her crotch.
Now the fun really begins. Turns out Ha Yeon-su's not just slutty on the outside—inside too. Her whorish moans are pitch-perfect, loud and shameless. Is this what they mean by perfect sexual chemistry? I can't hate this version of her. Maybe it's because I've only ever blackmailed my way into pussy before—this cooperative, seamless fuckdoll is top-tier. Watching her pant and gasp while I force it in? Perfection. The blissed-out face every time I stab deep? Rewarding as hell. And the thrill of eyeing those wide hips bucking atop my cock, that ideal female form. Each thrust makes her curves ripen even juicier.
"Fuck, Instructor, you taste so good... How many guys have you let hit this?"
"Haat, d-don't say that..."
"What can I do? You're moaning like a bitch in heat even though you're only doing this 'cause I blackmailed you. It's driving me crazy."
"It's not like thaaat! No, nooo...!"
Her words lose all credibility when she throws her arms up, gripping the sheets by her head in shivers. I lean down and nibble that tasty-looking nape and earlobe.
"Haaang...♥"
Pressing my chest against hers with just the right weight seems to ground her—she lets out even lewder moans. Every time I tease her to orgasm, her body lifts off the bed, and I can't stop slamming my hips down to pin her.
"Alright, you seem satisfied, Instructor. Time for me to bust the first load."
The second I finish, she clamps her spread thighs shut, wrapping her legs around my calves and locking tight. At the same time, those thick pussy lips squeeze down hard, biting my cock.
"Whoa, squeezing like that outta nowhere!?"
"Hngh, hnnnggggghhh♥"
After all that teasing, she's right on the edge too—climaxing as she milks me. Most girls stretch their legs out, but Ha Yeon-su hugs my shoulders tight. That sloppy pussy turns vice-grip at orgasm. Must be all that Pilates—took me so casually at first, but now she's clamping tighter than a virgin. The pressure breaks me; before I know it, I'm dumping my load without even fully feeling my own peak. Might as well be yogurt she's squeezing out of me.
"Haa... haa... haa......"
As her climax fades, she slowly peels away. In this situation—and showing her squirting side from the jump—she's embarrassed, covering her face with the arms that were just clinging to me while she catches her breath.
I pull back too, yanking my cock out. A fat glob of cum dangles like fruit at the condom tip. I tie it off and set it on the bedside table. While we rest, I stroke her signature thick thighs and chat.
"Your squeeze is killer, Instructor... Squeezing out my cum like instinct at the end. Getting baby fever?"
"N-no! It just happened... First time with a monster like that..."
"Like the big dick, huh? Screaming your lungs out the whole fuck—you were starving for man meat."
"...Shut up."
"Who'd believe you were blackmailed into this?"
"A-anyway! We're done, right!?"
"Done with what?"
She bolts up, fuming—not just mad, but fired up.
I've vented my pent-up lust on her so far, but there are still missions to clear. My weary club perks up again, and she sits up, hand over her mouth.
"It's hard again... You're going right back at it?"
"Haven't jerked off in five days since cutting off academy visits. Call it one load a day—I've got four more in the tank easy."
True to my word, I swap condoms and I'm back to full mast, same as when we started. She averts her eyes but they keep drifting to the cock that just wrecked her.
Unlike the BJs I've devoured, this one's got stamina and obeys eagerly. Time for the next order.
"Your turn to work this time, Instructor."
"Work how...?"
"Nothing fancy. Just do what you always do."
"...What I always do?"
Her face mixes excitement and dread half-and-half.
"Relax. It's basic stuff you do at the academy every day."
The first sub-mission was obviously yoga-sex. I call it out, and she squints but whispers "zero-two"—magic words—and reluctantly slides off the bed. She grabs one leg with her arm, pulls it back, stretches the other—the basic warrior pose, most iconic in yoga. I've memorized the names from lurking at her classes.
"...Like this?"
Even a beginner pose looks pro in her hands. No—it's her. She pulls it off with elegant curves, flaunting that body. Just like the untouchable Pilates pro from the studio stage. I can't hold back.
"Hngh!?"
I spin behind her and slot into the pose. Height difference, but a knee bend fixes it.
"Hey, wait—!"
"Hey now. Focus on the pose. This counts as one of your gag-order demands."
"E-even so, your cock's too biiig... ah! Can't hold the pose like thiiis...!"
She gripes but balances like a champ. Takes my unreasonable demand like it's her job.
"...Aang♥"
But in return, I lick her neck from behind, grope those tits hard, steady her core with my other hand on her abs.
"Talk big all you want—you're holding steady. Done a lot with guys?"
"L-like I'd ever."
"Why waste that yoga talent?"
"...Not what I learned it for."
She glances back, a bit miffed.
"No normal guy demands this pervert shit! You're the first total psycho."
"And you're nailing the pervert demands."
"To keep my mouth shut, I have no choi—"
"You stripped top-off and danced on cam first. Blackmail or not, you're enjoying it now, right, Teach?"
"......"
She dodges the question, face turned away—up to your imagination if that's a yes or no. Anyway, she aces my demands. Next, forward fold—like an old flip phone snapping shut. So hot I fuck her through it and bust another. Mission's three rounds, pose per—new rubber on. Then we hit the bed for tree pose on our sides, like a sideways person kanji. Basically doggy. Her killer lower body and ass make a stunning view; I shake my hips like an idiot, lost in it.
"Hngh, ngh! What the hell are you made of! Cum and keep going like it's nothing...!"
"Young blood, baby! You're no slouch either—drooling from that lower mouth!"
"I-I'm only doing this 'cause you forced me... n-no choice...!"
"Sure, sure. Fuck, our chemistry's insane. Feels so good stirring your guts, Instructor."
"......"
"Don't stop—keep those orgasm moans coming!"
"Ngh! Hngh, nnggggh!"
Her thighs quiver on all fours and toes. She cums light, clamping so hard I go with her. Squelch! Condom off, fresh one on. String of crazy poses has me beat too, but one mission left. Bed soaked in sweat and squirt. The drenched Ha Yeon-su sprawls with unfocused eyes, whispering.
"Haa... haa...... Still... more?"
"Last one—hang in there. Stay put; I'll handle it."
I sneak my phone nearby and overlap her. Unlike the wild fucks before, we pull the thin blanket over, savoring slow grinds from those wide hips.
"Nng... ah... hnn... "
"Feeling good?"
"S-so-so! ...Slow's not bad either."
"Good, you like it. Mind if I snap a pic?"
"Pic...? ...Ah!"
"Oops."
She spots my phone and jerks her head—blurry like a failed cat pic.
"What're you taking!?"
"Don't worry. Just a souvenir."
"Delete it! More blackmail? Leaking online?"
"I'd snap blackmail right out in the open? Covered you with the blanket all gentlemanly."
"Delete it now!"
She's on high alert, face stone-cold.
"C'mon, trust me. Worst case, you got my info from the academy—sue me later if I leak."
"Trust you—? Ngh... hng...♥"
I soothe her with slow, teasing rolls.
"First time with lines this killer—gotta commemorate. Last round, so let me keep a fap souvenir?"
"......"
"No way I'd share a gem like this. Right?"
"......One pic only."
"Deal! Just one."
No hard sell needed. Since she's cool, I pull the blanket and pose her sitting, properly framing. Hide her face for anonymity with her hand—makes her look even sluttier, clumsy pose and all.
Click!
Nude Ha Yeon-su wrapped around my waist, clinging—prime spankbank material for my collection.
Mission fully cleared. But fresh condom's out—might as well get my money's worth. Lay her back, blanket on, slow hip rolls again. Like married-couple sex, lazy and intimate.
"Nng... ha. Haa... ngh, nnggggh! ...Haa."
Drained at last, I cum to her loosening grip. Exhausted, I flop beside her, recharge a bit, then rise. Fondle her heaving tits in the afterglow, gather clothes, say goodbye.
"Felt good."
"......"
"You were great, so per our deal—no blabbing ever. Keep that YeouTV hobby secret and enjoy."
"W-wait!"
As I head for the door, she shoots up, arm outstretched to stop me. Freezes like a statue a while, then withdraws with "Never mind..."
Leaves a pang, but the
screen on my phone forces me out.