David’s POV.
The entire ride to the gym was laced with silence but then that fucking chemistry was palpable.
I couldn’t stop stealing a glance at Vera while I twirl the steering. Thank goodness I didn’t
get us into an accident. It would have been worse.
Vera’s body is blessed with everything a woman needs. The way her boobs wrap around the sports bra was so amazing.
Without even trying, she got me horny. Hell, it was punishment taking that ride with her and my cock was stiff as a rod.
That’s the main reason I split ways with her the instant we arrived in the gym.
Those who came for yoga class pile up in a corner and Vera decides to join them.
I thank heaven she isn’t here with me. I can’t
imagine seeing her porcelain skin glistening with a sheen of sweat or watching her sports bra drenched, making her God-given breasts transparent enough for me to see.
Trust me, I won’t be as concentrated as I am now if she’s here.
I groan, tugging on the pull-down machine, my biceps and shoulders flexing at the movement.
From here, I can hear the grunts and little noises Vera and others are making.
The yoga instructor, a man, booms his commands and the students comply.
“One…two…three…” He belts out.
I keep focus, pulling the machine. I try not to entertain thoughts about her. I can’t do it. It’s risky.
After a while, I head over to the rowing machine, allowing it to stretch my legs.
Sweat drips from my face, down to my body. My white thermal shirt is now drenched. My hair is slick.
I pull off grunts, keeping focus until I hear the loud gasping sound coming from across the room.
I pause my movements as the voice registers in my mind.
It’s Vera’s, I think to myself.
Out of curiosity, I wind my eyes behind and…
Fuck! I cuss.
My eyes bulge, and spurts of jealousy aise in my bloodstream.
The fucking ass yoga instructor has his hands wrapped around Vera’s waist as she struggles to get the “downwards dog” position others have switched to.
Hell, his lower body…his groin is pressing damn right into Vera’s ass.
At that, I unknowingly release a growl.
How dare he do that? Touch what’s meant to be mine?
Fuck that shit! I spit under my breath and then I emerge to my feet, sauntering across the room to the place they’re in.
“Oh, shit…” I hear Vera’s words, and pants.
Damn, is she enjoying what he’s doing? Letting her have a feel of his cock? That thought flames my anger, and I don’t pause my moves. Not at all.
“It kinda hurts.” She says. Others take snippy looks behind at them but the fucking, horny yoga instructor doesn’t give much attention.
He strictly presses himself into her.
“Yeah, like that…bend more. There…buck your hips backward…slow…there, right there…” He gruffly says.
Totally giving off the evidence that he’s rocking himself
into her.
Vera’s pants keep assaulting my ears until…
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***Vera’s pov.***
A hot yoga instructor? Oops.
It’s not what I intended while coming here. Not at all but when we came in and I saw the dude…I knew he was the type I usually watch in porn videos that fucks his students.
Of course, my assumptions weren’t wrong. It was right. From the moment David moved across the room to exercise, the hot man pinned me with his gaze.
Watching my every move. Every talk.
The other ladies here for yoga seem to flirt with him. So it’s not weird when he starts flirting with me.
Everyone was literally enjoying it.
It’s like it’s their norm and they welcome every new member by just watching and grinning.
All the while I’ve been here, lying on the Yoga mat, struggling to get into the right position as others, which seemed difficult, the yoga instructor, Martin had been looking all around me like a hawk.
Unmistakably showing off his cock that’s jutting out from the flimsy briefs he’s wearing.
Truthfully, I must say the man’s blessed in the right places. It must be the reason most women here are throwing gazes at him.
But then…it’s not lost on me that the three thick women at the front had their gazes pinned on David. Like he’s a meat they’d love to devour.
I heard them whispering they’ve always wanted David to fuck them since he’s known to be a womanizer.
That got me angry. I knew this is what happens whenever he goes out. Anywhere. And this is me confirming my thoughts.
Hell, every other shit I’ve been doing since then has been forced.
Until it occurred to me that I could actually use Martin to my benefit.
Speaking of which, Martin stalks slowly to my side as we all lay on our mats doing the “corpse pose.”
He looms over me, talking something about “breathe slowly” with a glint of lust in his eyes.
It’s then that I mistakenly looked up and I saw his cucumber dick. I snapped my eyes up and saw Martin grinning, knowing I had seen his open invitation.
Really? This is awkward but then who am I kidding? It’s not my first time knowing shit like this happen. I mean, my former coach and I do enjoy each other back at school.
Only, Martin ain’t the one I’m getting juiced up for. The man is right across the room.
But I know better than not to use the perfect tool presented to me.
At that, I grin up at Martin. The man seems incredibly happy that I’ve fallen for his ruse.
Of course, he doesn’t know better than I do.
I play along with him. Allowing him the opportunity to touch me the littlest chance he gets.
At some point, he leans close and whispers. “Boobs are so soft. I bet you pussy will be too.”
I allow my lips to release a short moan but it’s not loud enough for David to hear from here. And I want him to. That’s the main reason I’m doing this.
However, those around us heard my moan and nod…grinning at my informal initiation into the team of members that fuck each other in yoga class.
After a while, we keep going.
When Martin instructs us to switch to the “downward dog” pose, I find it a little
difficult.
Martin grabs the opportunity and runs behind me. He traps my waists into his palm and grinds himself into me.
Hell, that cucumber cock presses into the crack of my ass without a single shame.
I don’t know when a gasp escapes my mouth. This is…overwhelming at best. Having a hot yoga instructor run his cock into my ass in the name of trying to help me get the position right.
So nasty. Pleasing, literally. If it’s not for David, I would have allowed this man to suck my pussy while others watch.
I start imagining things like Martin sucking my cunt while the other women hold my hair back, breathing kisses onto my face. Maybe others might be devouring my nipples. You know, those nasty, sweet scenes.
It’s a huge fantasy I’d want to try.
Although, in this case…instead of Martin devouring me, David does. He becomes the yoga instructor who’s talking dirty to me and doing other things I crave.
However, little did I know the gasp I let out this time around reached David.
It’s only when I heard his throaty, broody voice did my head snapped up.
“Get your fucking hands off of her.”
The authority that laces his voice makes Martin pull away from me in a snap of speed.
“Oh, Mr. Truman.” Martin stutters, stepping back as David crowds his space. Now, everyone in the gym is watching us. “I was only trying to help her…you know…get the pose right.”
I stutter out in a beat to defend Martin. “Yes, daddy. He was just helping me…” but David knows better, that’s the reason he isn’t buying my words.
Moving deeper into Martin’s space, the young man booms clearly scared shitless about what David might do.
David doesn’t speak, he only curls his fingers into a fist.
“Chill man…” Martin pleads. “it isn’t what you’re
thinking.” The words leave his mouth frantically.
“Don’t you ever lay your fingers on my daughter…”
Martin’s already nodding before David could finish.
I’m startled by the hint of jealousy and possessiveness in his voice.
Of course, no one else will notice it. They’ll think he’s trying to protect me, his daughter. But I know better.
David’s claiming me as his.
I suck in a lungful of breath, still wallowing in thoughts but suddenly a calloused hand grips mine tightly.
With a startled gasp, I look up to see David tugging me away. His muscles wrenching, flexing.
“Wait no…I’m not done doing yoga.” I say to get him riled up.
It did. When we suddenly emerge inside another room, a small and empty one, David pins me against the wall.
“Like hell, I will let you finish that fucking practice…”
To be continued…