If your head isn’t in the game you will get seriously fucked up by me !
Karate is a contact sport. If your head isn’t in the game, you could get seriously fucked up — even during practice.
I’m thinking about my ex when a wheel kick comes out of nowhere and cracks me in the noggin.
And down I go.
When I come to, class is over, the dojo lights are out, and Sensei Hakura is cradling my head in her soft, yet powerful hands. An ice pack sits upon my swollen cheek.
“And he’s finally awake,” she says with a warm smile. “I was beginning to think I might have to call an ambulance.”
I sit up and take in the quietness of the empty room. The clock above the Japanese flag reads 9:30 p.m.
“Damn. Have I really been unconscious for an hour?”
“Yep. That was quite a hit you took. Normally, you would have dodged it. What happened?”
I sigh. “I’ve been really… distracted lately.”
“Yeah, no shit. But by what?”
When she’s teaching, Sensei is all business. You won’t even see her smile.
When she’s not standing in front of a class, she’s a completely different person. She’s got a sharp, biting wit, and isn’t afraid to say exactly what’s on her mind.
Though, even when she’s being cheeky, there’s a wisdom in her eyes that makes you want to bare your soul to her.
“My girlfriend left me for another guy,” I say. “A meathead on a wrestling scholarship.”
“A wrestler? Pff. You should totally kick his ass. Let’s see him put you in a half Nelson after you’ve exploded his ribs with one of your spinning back kicks.”
I look at her sideways.
“I’m kidding, of course,” she says finally. “You know my stance on physical confrontations.”
“Yeah, well beating him up wouldn’t solve the problem anyway. It wouldn’t make me better at — ” I stop myself. Sensei may be wise beyond her years, but this is too personal. Too embarrassing.
And the fact that she is so hot makes it even worse. “Never mind,” I say.
She puts a hand on my shoulder. “Come on, you can tell me.”
“I, um… I wasn’t able to satisfy her.”
“Were you too fast or too slow?”
“Huh?”
“Did you cum too quickly, or were you so nervous that you couldn’t get it up?”
This feels weird. I’ve never talked about this with anyone. Of course, my ex is probably blabbing to all of her friends anyway, so what does it matter?
“The first thing.”
“I figured as much. Don’t feel bad; it’s normal for guys your age.”
“Guys my age? How old do you think I am? How old are you?”
Her eyes narrow.
That last part just slipped out. It’s disrespectful to ask anyone their age, but it’s especially bad to ask your teacher.
“I’m 41,” she says finally. “And I’m guessing you’re what, like 18 or 19?”
Damn. I knew she was older than she looked — she’d have to be in order to have amassed so much knowledge and experience — but I assumed she was still under 30. Not only is her skin as smooth as a baby’s ass, but she’s also got perfect posture and a youthful voice.
“I’m 19,” I say. “And, honestly, it doesn’t help to know that I’m not the only 19-year-old with this problem. Apparently, this wrestler she’s seeing can go all night.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be dismissive of your pain. But this is a problem that can be solved. And, like most things in life, it can be solved with karate.”
“What do you mean?”
She pulls open the top of her gi to reveal a tight sports bra underneath. Having breasts as large as hers must be a disadvantage in the ring. They’re giant pillowy targets that should slow her down and throw off her balance. It makes her seven national championship titles that much more impressive.
“What’s the first tenet of this dojo?” she asks.
I briefly look away from her cleavage to sneak a peek at the plaque at the front of the room. I should have remembered — it’s in Japanese.
“Indomitable spirit?” I guess.
“No, that’s number five. Number one is self-control. And how do you develop self-control? Through number three, which is discipline.”
She unties my belt and lets my gi jacket fall open. “Your kicks and punches are the strongest in the school,” she says. “But sometimes you forget the basics.”
My pecs tighten reflexively at the unexpected touch of her hand. “Uh, what are you doing, Sensei?”
“Teaching you karate, of course. That’s my job, isn’t it?”
“Ok, but…” I trail off as her hand glides down to my stomach. The anticipation of where she’ll go next causes my pants to inflate like a homecoming parade float.
“Relax and take long, slow breaths,” she says. Her hand comes off of my skin and hovers a millimeter above my pitched tent. I can feel the heat radiating from her.
“I want you to imagine that you are standing naked in a freezing-cold river. The water rushes past you and stings your flesh, and blood is siphoned from your extremities to warm your core.”
She makes light contact outside my pants and gently strokes my growing bulge. My whole body tenses. She moves the icepack from my face to my crotch, then presses her thumb into my injured cheek.
It kills.
“Ah, fuck!”
“You’re ok,” she says. “Focus on the icy water. Focus on the pain, but don’t let it overwhelm you.”
I feel her delicate fingertips slip underneath the elastic waistband of my boxers. Inch by inch, she crawls closer until she reaches the head of my cock.
“Long, slow breaths,” she whispers.
She pulls my pants and underwear down and takes me fully into her hand. For several seconds, she just holds it. When my heart adjusts to the sensation, she begins to stroke.
And I panic.
Suddenly, I feel the evil forces of an untimely orgasm building in my balls. It’s like a pot of boiling water, threatening to spill out onto the stove.
She squeezes my shaft at the base with a steel grip, and the urge to bust a nut temporarily dissipates.
“Where I’m grabbing you isn’t exactly a pressure point, but it works like one. Let this lesson be a useful arrow in your quiver of sexual tools.”
She strokes me a few more times, slowly going from base to tip. Every once in a while, she runs her nails around my frenulum. My cock twitches and she grabs it once more.
“You’re doing very well so far,” she says. “But let’s move on.”
“Move on?”
She smiles. “I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere. In the meantime, practice what you’ve learned so far.”
She disappears into her office. While she’s gone, I alternate between jerking myself off and grabbing the base the way she did. I don’t have the hand strength she does, but I’m starting to understand exactly where to put pressure.
She finally returns with two metal folding chairs and sets them up facing each other a few feet apart.
“You know that demonstration I do where I lie across two chairs and have someone smash cinderblocks over my stomach with a sledgehammer?”
“Uh, yeah. Am I — ”
“Not exactly. But get into that position.”
I lie my upper back on one chair and put my feet up on the other one. Engaging my core muscles, I lift my ass off the floor.
“No matter what other sensations you feel, I want you to focus on nothing but keeping your body straight.”
“Yes, Sensei.”
For 30 seconds, she watches me as my muscles go from cold to warm to burning. Once she sees my legs start to shake from fatigue, she takes my cock into her mouth.
Her tongue is as agile as the rest of her. She swirls around the head of my dick, then works her way down to the base without choking.
The fact that there are teeth in the mix provides extra incentive for me to keep perfectly still. If my glutes were to suddenly give out, pre-ejaculation would no longer be my biggest problem. I guess this is a lesson about perspective as much as anything else.
As exhausted as my legs and abs are, it’s not quite enough to completely distract me from Sensei’s mind-blowing blowjob. Thirty seconds into it, I feel the panic returning.
When she senses what’s happening to me, she bites gently down on my shaft. It has the same effect as the gripping technique. Even just having my cock simmer in her mouth feels like too much stimulation until I force myself to think about the spasming muscles in my lower back.
One way or another I can’t hold this position forever. She starts and stops the blowjob a few more times before finally releasing me. As soon as her face is clear, my ass drops with a thud onto the mat.
At this point, I’m sweating as much as I am after a sparring match. My mind is tired, too — from the intense concentration. As I’m catching my breath, she strips out of her gi.
Seeing her glorious body is a revelation. She’s thick and powerful without being overly muscular, and her enormous tits seem to defy gravity.
“Are you ready for the next lesson?” she asks.
I nod.
“Good.” She moves the chairs further apart. “Now, I want you to do your best Jean-Claude Van Damme impression.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously.”
She helps stabilize me while I put one foot on one chair and the other foot on the other chair so that I’m in a full split. If my legs were mad at me before, they’re downright furious now.
Once she’s sure I’ve reached the intended level of discomfort, she pours my water bottle onto her chest.
“Have you ever fucked a pair of tits before?” she asks.
“No, Sensei.”
“Don’t worry; I’ll take it slow.”
Before I have time to process what’s happening, she sandwiches my cock between her knockers and begins to stroke. They’re soft and fluffy, like the clouds in heaven.
Every time my tip peeks out from the top of her peaks, she flicks it with her tongue. All the while, she’s looking into my eyes, watching for signs that I’ve reached my limit. As it was with the other exercises, she pauses when I get close, then resumes after I’ve had a chance to settle down.
I’ve never wanted to cum so badly in my life. The pain in my adductors as I hold the split is nothing compared to the pleasure in every nerve ending of my cock.
Just as I’m about to cross the point of no return, she stops.
“You’ve done very well today,” she says. “And you’ve more than earned your orgasm. But before I let you cum, we’ve got one more test: my pussy.”
She licks her fingers and rubs her clit, and gets wet immediately. “The good news is you can come down off of those chairs. The bad news is, you can’t cum inside me, so you’re still going to have to be strong.”
By the time I’m back on the floor, my entire body is so spent that I almost don’t feel her rubbing my cock across her moist pussy lips. It’s exactly the kind of teasing that would have made me explode earlier. Her method must be working because I seem to have already built up somewhat of a tolerance to the sensations.
But my confidence fades the minute she slips me inside her pussy and starts riding me. It feels like I’m rolling down a steep hill towards an alligator-filled pond. I grab her tits and hold on for dear life.
Even as she’s bouncing up and down on my cock, I can tell she’s aware of where I’m at. Which is good, because I no longer have the energy to hold back. After her nimble hands, warm mouth, soft tits, and wet pussy, I just can’t take it anymore.
“I’m gonna cum, Sensei!”
With ninja quickness, she hops off of me, takes my dick in both hands, and aims it at her tits.
“Cum for me, Gakusei! Come on, you’ve earned it!”
“Yes, Sensei!”
And then it happens. My cock erupts like Mount St. Helens, splattering her from chest to chin, knocking her back onto her heels.
Afterwards, she lies down next to me and rubs my spunk into her skin.
“That was very good for your first lesson,” she says.
“My first lesson? Does that mean we’re going to do more of this?”
“This was merely one milestone on your new journey towards manhood. You’ve increased your stamina, but you still have a lot to learn about pleasing a woman. You’ll earn your black belt once you can make me cum.”
“Do you think I’ll ever be as good at sex karate as I am at regular karate?”
She laughs. “I have faith in you. After all, you do have an excellent sensei.”
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