Personal Training
"Come on, keep your hands up!"
A loud crack fills your ears as Shimada's foot makes contact with your head, the floor coming up to meet you. Hitting the mat, you roll onto your back to see your sparring partner pounce on top of you, pushing her way into half guard before you manage to wrap your legs around her and pull her close. Her sweaty skin glides across your own as she digs her forehead into your chest, fighting to pull herself into a full mount. As you strain to hold her in place, the buzzer sounds off and the two of you collapse onto the floor, panting.
"Good job! You're getting better with ground work!" Shimada picks herself up gradually, offering a hand and pulling you to your feet. Training at the dojo this past month has been a good time, and certainly great exercise, but you've never felt more sore in your life. You've never been that interested in martial arts before but having a sensei like Shimada really keeps you focused. Her boundless positivity and praise make you want to keep improving, and she's not too hard to look at either. Pulling off your gloves, you head to the locker room to rinse off. As you tug your shorts down and lay them on the bench, you hear the water running. You didn't see anyone else enter as you were training, but you shrug and head in anyway.
Walking into the shared shower area, you see a figure at the end wreathed in steam. The water is so hot even the drops bouncing off the ground sting your skin. Twisting the knob of a faucet in the middle of the room, you notice a white tipped tail poke through the haze and cover yourself instinctively. Quickly running out, you grab a towel and wrap it around your waist, waddling to the entrance to make sure you didn't walk into the wrong locker room. Poking your head out, you see 'MALE' plastered in the center of the door and you consider waiting outside until she finishes. Before you can make a decision, a hand on your towel pulls you back inside and you spin to find your shishou naked in front of you.
"Sh-Shimada sensei, I didn't mean to walk in on y-" stammering nervously, you back up against the wall, Shimada keeping hold of your towel and pulling it free.
"Hey, don't be so jumpy!" Shimada stalks forward, placing a hand against the door beside your head. "I figured since we were alone in the dojo, we could do some extra bonding."
Turning your head, you force yourself not to stare at the glistening form in front of you, trying to mold yourself into the wall at your back. Unfortunately, the image of Shimada's toned stomach dripping water remains burned into your mind, and your uncovered cock begins to rise to meet her.
"I'm not sure that's a great idea shishou..." your eyes dart back to Shimada's body every few seconds as she inches closer. Pressing up against your side, the tall taiga reaches down to wrap a hand around your half hard length, her lips brushing against your ear before slipping her tongue in. Your knees buckle almost immediately at her touch but an arm around your waist guides you gently to the ground, her fingers still squeezing and stroking your cock to full length. Letting out a quiet moan, your head falls back as she rubs the tip slowly, her tongue worming its way back into your ear. The tip of her finger rests against your slit, pulling back a string of precum, her free hand playing with your nipple. Sitting against the wall, Shimada brings you in front of her and wraps her arms around your torso, pulling your legs apart with hers and stroking you gently with one hand. Soft kisses trace from your shoulder to your neck and you collapse into her embrace as she plays your body like an instrument. Your sensei's breasts squish into your back as you tremble, her hand slowing down as she nibbles on your ear.
"Hey, try to hold out as best you can, okay?" her thumb rubs the head steadily, milking more pre from your cock. "Think of this as more training."
Shimada's free hand remains pressed across your chest, her finger tracing around your nipple and flicking across it lightly. Every touch of her hands and lips brings you to the brink of orgasm, but you're left shaking without release every time as she keeps you on the edge. Your body shakes in her grip, cock dripping pre steadily with every new stroke. You can feel cum beginning to rise, but Shimada removes her fingers from your cock, gripping your balls firmly.
"P-please sensei, I can't take anymore..." you whine, her digits squeezing and rolling your nuts around in her hand. Your cock twitches helplessly with every pulse of your heartbeat, a line of precum falling to the locker room floor.
"Just hold on a little longer, you're doing so well," Shimada whispers. "It'll be worth it, I promise."
Gritting your teeth, you try to focus on anything else as your shishou works you over, grasping her thigh desperately. A relative eternity later, Shimada whispers, "Cum for me.."
A massive surge of cum explodes from your cock, Shimada aiming your eruption upwards to let it all fall on your intertwined bodies. Stroking you faster, she makes sure every drop is drained from you, squeezing from the bottom and running her fingers up your shaft to bring out the last of your cum.
"Good boy!..." she coos, licking slowly up your neck. Collapsing entirely, you're lowered to the floor gently by your tiger sensei as she smiles down at you. Trying to catch your breath and regain your senses, Shimada crawls across your body, licking every pearl white deposit you left on your skin. Small kisses trace down your stomach, your waist, until her lips wrap around your cock, sucking softly and working you back to full mast. Shimada's hands slide up and down your sides, resting on your hips as her head bobs slightly, tongue swirling around the head of your cock.
"Mwr nt unn yt!" she proclaims with her mouth full. Propping yourself up on your elbows, you watch her orange hair sway with every movement. Forcing herself down, she takes you into her throat and presses her lips to the base, holding in place and swallowing around your cock. You can feel yourself growing inside her mouth until you're back to a full erection, Shimada slipping you out slowly with a pop. Giving the head a kiss, she stands up over you, offering you a hand up.
"Come on, gakusei. Time to show me what you can really do." pulling you to your feet, Shimada leads you to a bench and crawls on top of it lazily, stretching out along the surface with her hips raised. Your shishou's rear sways back and forth, tail twitching in the air, until you step forward and hold her still, lining yourself up with her soaked slit. Rubbing the head of your cock against her briefly, you push gently, the heat of her body enveloping your length as you sink in completely with a soft moan.
"That's it, give it to me." Shimada purrs encouragingly, looking back at you and pressing her rear firmly to your hips. Her tail wraps around your wrist as you lose yourself in the warm walls squeezing your cock, finally shaking yourself free and thrusting carefully. Clutching her hips, you work yourself in and out of her heated embrace, reluctantly pulling back just to slam back in immediately. Shimada's enthusiastic moans echo throughout the locker room as she rocks back against you, her pussy crushing your cock with convulsions. Ten minutes of vigorous thrusting later, Shimada claws at the wooden bench and cries out, soaking your crotch as she cums. Her tail clasps tighter around your wrist, holding you still as she comes down from her orgasm and sprawls out on the bench.
"Fuck, that was great..." she murmurs, arms hanging over the sides of the seat "Alright, time for round 2!"
Rolling off the bench, Shimada pulls you close and kisses you passionately, keeping your body tight against hers as her tongue pushes past your lips. Running your hands weakly across her back, you return her kiss, trying to keep your balance and wrestling her tongue with your own. Turning gradually, Shimada breaks the kiss and lowers you onto the bench, standing over you. Lowering her hips, she swallows your cock once again and grinds furiously, biting her lip. Resting your hands on her thighs, you let your shishou use you for her own pleasure, the genki tiger girl placing her hands on your chest as she rides you. Nails sink deeper into your skin and her hips smack against your own as you push up to meet her.
"Keep... it up... you're really... hitting... ah!" Shimada shudders and clutches you tight, her eyes rolling up. Letting out a long sigh, she returns to bouncing on your cock excitedly.
Running your hands up your shishou's sides, you make your way to her breasts, squeezing and kneading them softly. Watching her abs flex and relax as she impales herself on your throbbing cock, you try to keep yourself from blowing too early. Unfortunately, Shimada has other ideas, pinning your wrists above your head and pressing her lips to yours, kissing you deeply while her hips jackhammer over yours. Writhing beneath her, you cum deep inside your sensei's pussy, groaning as her tongue drags up your neck.
"There you go, let it all out..." she breathes into your ear, her hips grinding frantically, milking you of all you have. Stars flash in front of your eyes as Shimada rides you through your orgasm, clutching at her desperately. Depositing every drop isn't enough, Shimada's hips keep rocking after you finish, keeping you hard inside her.
"Come on, one more!" she grins, sitting up on you,
"I.. need a break..." you gasp, chest heaving. Sadly, your protest falls on deaf ears as Shimada braces her hands on your chest, her hips turning into a blur over your waist. The constant stimulation forces a second smaller orgasm, your whole lower body turning to jelly due to your shishou's efforts, and bit by bit your vision fades. The last thing you see is Shimada's enthusiastic grin as she rides you into cumming a third time before you finally black out.
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