The Instructor

My friend and I saw him for the first time in front of our school. He was there to teach self defense but he wasn't dressed in some lame-ass costume with patches sewn all over it like those tards at the mall. He looked normal, well if normal includes muscles that pressed against his shirt and ink covering his arms. I wasn't the only girl to notice him. The black girls made a bee line for him. Something about a guy who knows martial arts and black girls, I have no idea what it is. I decided to hang back and listen to what he had to say.?Women can defend themselves just as well as any man. You may not be as strong as a man but karate is about the mind, not just the body. Learn to use your mind to control your body and you'll be ahead of any attacker. An attractive woman needs to know how to control her mind if she is attacked. Look for a weak spot and know what to do and you'll be able to get away from even the strongest man.? My friend got bored of the talk and told me she was going to go hang out with some of our crew. I didn't even look away. His eyes were dark brown, deep, and soulful. He had a scar that went across his right eyebrow and then just under his eye. I was dying to know how he got it. I was dying to know where else he had scars. I wanted to move closer but a crowd had piled around him now. Students, both guys and girls, wanted to know if he actually had skills or if he was just another geek trying to make money. ?I need a volunteer.? He said and his eyes scanned the crowd. I was surprised when he stopped on me and called to me. I hesitated but he said with a power beyond normal speech, ?Come here, you are perfect for our demonstration.? When he looked at me with those big brown eyes, I wasn't about to say no. I pressed through the crowd of students and walked into the opening that they had made.?First I want you to relax. Act like you are walking to your car after shopping at the mall. You are alone in the parking lot. Some guy comes up behind you and...? Then he swoops in behind me and grabs me by the neck and pulls me to him. I fucking nearly had a heart attack! ?What did you think of that?? He asked.?I think you could have done anything to me you wanted.? I said. I didn't actually mean it like it came out but the snickers of students around us made my face flush red. He smiled slightly and then said, ?I certainly could have. I could have broke your neck or cut off your air and knocked you out or I could have simply held you and taken your purse. The point is, I had you and in seconds I could have done anything Üsküdar Escort I wanted.?Yes, he could have.?But there were several opportunities if you had been using your mind and not reacting out of fear. My side was open. I was extended forward and off balance. My face was close to you and that gave you several good targets.? He motioned for one of his buddies and then went through the same thing again. His buddy tried to grab him but in seconds, well actually more like half a second, his buddy was flung to the ground and he had shoved a fist into the guys neck! ?That was just one of many techniques I could show you if you joined my class.?I joined. A few months later I was training with him. The classes were brutal. Most of the people from my school had dropped out within the first week. I kept going. I wanted to learn how to do what he showed us and I was devoted. I believed. Now I stood in front of him and his fist was hovering just millimeters from my face. I hadn't been able to block him and he could have knocked through my skull if he had wanted. ?You know why I would have been able to hit you just then?? He asked. I didn't reply. I was still reeling from the speed at which he struck out at me. He was as fast as a viper and just as deadly. He stood close to me. Fuck, I could smell his sweat and see his muscles. ?I was able to get you because you aren't trained to react. When you are trained then you can defend yourself without even thinking. Your problem is that you think about it too much. Fighting, any style of fighting, isn't about thinking it is about knowing your body and allowing your deeper mind to take over. It is about thinking without thinking. You have to learn to give yourself over and submit to the moment.?He looked at me for a long time. I thought he was waiting for an answer but I didn't know what the proper response should be so I just said, ?Yes Sir.? He smiled. He was beautiful when he smiled. Wrinkles formed at the corners of his eyes and made him look stronger. I wanted him to strike at me again. All that power and muscle unleashed. It was only when he walked back up to the front of the class and yelled for everyone to get in attention stance that I realized my breathing was deep, erratic and worst of all loud enough for others around me to hear. That night I masturbated in my bed thinking about his power and that punch. I imagined him striking the air, muscles flexing, arms covered in inked designs. What were his tattoos? Dragons? Naked women? It didn't matter to me Üsküdar Escort Bayan because I already worshiped the strength in those arms and his powerful voice booming out to the class telling me to submit. I wanted to submit. My fingers sank inside the tender little hot pink folds of my secret flesh and I rubbed around my naked little tiny pleasure bud until I was moaning and opening and closing my thighs. I touched my breast, my smallish swell of soft white skin with the delicate little pale rose bud nipple that was so small and soft. I imagined kneeling before him, worshiping his power and strength and reacting without thinking, totally submissive to the moment. What would he ask me to do? The thought of doing whatever he desired sent a wave of warm passion through me and down between my thighs until I cried out and sank three fingers into my sticky soft pussy. I came and my body curled in until I was balled up and crying. As I cried and kept my fingers down inside my silky moist pussy and then I closed my eyes and brought my hand to my mouth so I could taste myself and fall asleep. My cum clung between my fingers like summer taffy or melted white marshmallow puff cream. I licked my fingers and tasted my sex and suckled until I fell asleep.?What are you doing? You call that a punch? What are you trying to attack, sick butterflies? I think the butterflies would win! That's the sickliest punch I've ever seen.? He said and touched my arm. I felt heat flush through me and I know my pale skin flushed pink. He seemed surprised by my reaction to his touch and removed his hand for a second like a child caught in the cookie jar. I smiled as warmly as I could muster but already I felt myself getting wet. He placed his strong hand around my arm and grabbed my fist. He pulled my arm out straight and made sure that it was good and ready and then he opened his other hand and forced me to punch him in the palm of his hand. ?Now hit me like that.? He said and I was eager to please so I punched with all my might and hit him more on the thumb than the palm of his hand. He smiled and said, ?That was a little better, I think you might scare a puppy with that punch.? but now his voice was calm, friendly. I didn't care for it. I immediately thought of ways to make him come back over and yell at me again. My body craved his voice, his muscled body tensed and ready to fight. We began kicking and I made sure to do it wrong. He ignored me at first, moving from student to student and helping them but finally he Escort Üsküdar could ignore me no longer. He came over and stood in front of me and I made sure my kicks were low, off balance, not on target, and most of all weak.?What is this? What are you trying to kick at? If you are attacking the wall then I think you've made progress but if you are trying to kick your target then you are pathetic. I've seen better kicks from a five year old.? He said but he was trying to control his anger. Why? Why wouldn't he yell at me? What did I have to do? But I could see the frustration in his face and the muscles in his jaw tensing and releasing. I wanted him to grab me, force me down and fuck me. I was already sloshing wet. Instead he grabbed my leg when I kicked out and threw it back down. ?Kick harder, show me some power.?I kicked softer.?Oh GOD! That was sickening! You really are hopeless. What the hell was that? KICK HARDER!? He yelled. I think he was actually angry at me. I was ready to attack him. I wished I hadn't worn a bra. Would he be lost in the sight of my breasts, my budding little nipples protruding as they always do. I tried to stop thinking of his mouth on them. I kicked again but this time I lost my balance and fell to the floor. I honestly didn't do it on purpose. I'm not used to this and I don't know how to turn my feet. He rolled his eyes in frustration and walked away.?Stay after class and I'll work with you. I can't waste time on this right now.? He said.The rest of class was torture. He wouldn't help me. I played dumb. I asked obvious questions. I kicked out like a five year old again. I even considered falling down again but decided that it was stupid and would just make me look foolish. After class I stayed. I waited. I felt my muscles burning. What would he do with me??Ok, we are going to work just on your punches and kicks. I want you to work on what I show you between now and the next class.??Ok.? I said.He went over the kicks and punches. He didn't touch me. I wanted him to touch me and yell at me again but he didn't. I tried asking stupid questions again but it made no difference. He wouldn't show the force gave out in class. He was trying to be gentle with me. Damn it. I didn't want gentle. I wanted him to yell, scream, and force me to do whatever he liked.?Sir?? I said knowing that was the wrong thing to call him.?Sensei, I've told you that a thousand times. It is Sensei, are you stupid?? ?Don't call me stupid!? I yelled. Anger flashed on his face.?Why the fuck are you here? You are obviously not interested in trying to do karate. Are you here just to make my life miserable? I can't believe that you are wasting my time. What do you want out of this class? Answer me!??I do. I want to learn, I want you to teach me. I'll do anything you ask.??Ok, now show me a real kick!??Yes Sensei.? I said.