Author's Note:
This story builds on my other ones starting with
"Unique Rewards of Yoga"
and
"Unique Rewards of Yoga -- Her Story."
I won't repeat ALL of the details in those other two stories, since these all overlap. If you read just this one story, you'll still know what's going on. But I recommend you read those other two stories, if you want better descriptions of the videos and more details of the yoga reward sessions. Each of the three stories is basically the same thing, from different points of view.
For those who have read the other two stories, in this one you'll learn why and how the yoga instructor came up with her monthly rewards sessions.
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Intro
Entering the studio through the door in the corner, the room was a large square, over twenty feet wide with a twelve-foot-high ceiling. Shelves along the far-right wall held the usual yoga accessories, mats, hand weights, silks for aerials, etc. The wall with the entrance doors held a bench stretching along the length to the right accessory wall. And there were mirrored panels to the left of the doors, covering that wall from floor to ceiling.
The sexy blonde instructor walked across the room and grasped a handle on the far, movable wall across from the entrance door. Walking along, she folded the wall accordion-style until it fit into its place in the corner, revealing the eight-foot-tall plywood façade spanning the length of the room right behind it. This new faux wall had a door on the left and three two-foot-wide sets of short black curtains, which looked as if they were covering paintings. Each set of curtains was at waist height, and each illuminated by a small spotlight positioned a few feet above.
When the masked men filed into the yoga studio, they quietly lined up along the bench, and the instructor gave her signal, "... Now let's see who wants to have some fun." Then raising her voice, " ... Ladies, whenever you're ready."
A squeaking of small wheels could be heard, and one of the two-foot-wide sets of black curtains parted with a bare ass coming through the waist high opening. A woman had her legs pulled up and back, folded back along her sides, the spotlight now highlighting her sex in all her glory. Two more bare asses soon came through the other two sets of curtains. The three women were on their backs, lying on movable tables, sliding their bodies out halfway through those curtained openings. Their sex was obscenely sticking out there in the spotlights, spread open in the "Happy Baby" yoga pose. On the other side of that wall, they would be holding a bare foot in each hand and pulling down, thighs spread open along their abdomens. But naked, their most private areas were now exposed to the studio side of the wall, as if works of art for every man's fantasy!
The more than a dozen men in the yoga studio applauded and shouted out their catcalls: "Oh, yeah!" "Beautiful!" "Wow, I only HOPED for this!" "Oh, my gawd! My fantasy came TRUE!"
Denise, the instructor raised a hand to quiet the crowd, saying, "Okay, you all know the rules: No more than one hour, but the ladies can leave anytime they want. It might end earlier when the last woman leaves. Play nice, take turns, make them feel appreciated, and help them have their own fun, so they'll want to stay the whole hour. And you all know me from yoga class. If you get outta line, I can kick the ass of every one of you! Don't make me do it. Now it's time for all of you to strip down and have some fun!"
One guy quickly walked over to the first bare butt, unzipped his pants to pull his stiff dong out, and he began quickly thrusting into that pussy. A second guy went to the center woman and knelt in front of her as he dove in, sucking on her clit while reaching down to fish his own rod out. A third guy apparently knew what was going to happen and he had undressed as soon as he entered and while Denise talked. He walked with his long thick snake in hand, stroking it as he went to the woman on the far right. Sliding his member up and down her gash, he found his target and shoved his hips forward, thrusting in to start fucking her. As the other guys were lining up behind those first three men, they were all stroking their hardening cocks ...
The yoga instructor eyed the erotic scene with envy, feeling frustrated that she'd have to wait until much later to relieve her own growing needs.
Two Years Earlier
"Bye, ladies. Thanks for coming, and I'll see you three again on Sunday," I said as we left the large studio. It seemed a waste of space with this room over twenty feet wide and more than forty feet long, ... just for me and three students. The largest of my classes could easily be done in a room half this size. But this was the only building available for rent in this upscale neighborhood, rather it was the only one I could afford to start my business two years ago. And this business needs to be where the money is, where the soccer moms and trophy wives could afford to pay for yoga classes.
We walked through the long, empty waiting room, and my clients left through the building's front door. The next ones would probably come just minutes before my next session.
I went into my office at the other end of the long waiting room, taking a ten-minute break before my next class. Sitting at my computer, I looked at the schedule: A husband & wife, and two other women, all four of them paying monthly as regulars who signed up online for this next class.
Harry and Dianna! The fifty-ish pervy lawyer and his wife. Dianna was very attractive and shapely, his arm candy, trophy wife. She was one of my first regular clients, paying for a month at a time and coming here five days per week, sometimes staying for two sessions. After two months, she talked her husband into joining her here at least twice per week. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath and let it out slowly, forcing myself to relax to prep for the next hour of humiliation, knowing he'll be staring at me.
Glancing down at my chest, there's only so much I can do to hold them in. But they'll still sway and jiggle in this sports bra, as I move through various poses. And the skintight yoga pants on my long legs provide the flexibility I need when changing poses, without allowing cloth to bunch up at the joints. It's just that they look like they're painted on me. But I chose colors and patterns for my outfits which at least try to draw the eye away from my groin.
When Dianna asked her husband to join her in my yoga classes, I suspect by the way he stares at me, he only agreed just to watch me spreading my legs. I'm surprised that he doesn't go spend his money at a strip club, tossing dollar bills between the legs of the naked women, instead of paying to watch my yoga-pants covered thighs spreading for him. Maybe he's just into hot blondes. But I NEED the clients, and those two do pay well.
After two years, we ALMOST have enough students paying to cover the building rent and to pay Glenda as an assistant instructor to handle a few of the sessions. I need an assistant, so I don't have to be here all day, every day of the week! But I've almost burned through all my new business loans and savings. If I don't get more clients soon, I'll need to close the studio!
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"O-kay, everyone, roll onto your back and assume the Happy Baby pose," I said, as I rolled to my back and turned sideways to the four students nearing the end of the session. It's the first pose I teach the new students, so I don't need to talk them through it. Lying on our backs, we raised our knees, bending the calves to grasp a bare foot in each hand, and pulled our feet, forcing the legs down beside our torso to rock slowly side-to-side.
Harry was at the far end of their line, my butt now pointed his way, with my legs spread open. It didn't matter which way I turned in this position. I didn't even have to glance at him to know he was looking at me. If I had my head toward him, he'd be looking down my body between my boobs thrust up with my knees pressing the mounds together. I may as well just turn my ass toward the perv, so he can stare at it with my legs pulled back.
It's not that I'm overly sensitive about men staring at me. I've come to expect it since I grew to be a tall, slender, busty woman in college, when working on my degree in physical fitness. He's a guy, and that's the way men think. But I find it frustrating that I'm trying to run a business, and ... Oh, I don't know! He has money, and I don't! And I feel like I have to put on a show for him and those other men in my other classes. I wished they could appreciate the health benefits I'm trying to teach them!
"Take a deep breath, ... hold it, ... now let it out to relax," I told the class, as much for them as for myself.
It's at times like this I often wish I could have opened a Tae Kwon Do studio. I could enjoy taking money from guys like Harry, paying me to kick them in the head! But I was only a fifth Dan Black Belt, and Master's studio was just a block away. So, I chose to focus on teaching yoga for muscle tone, flexibility, and relaxation.
Rotating up to sit with my legs crossed in my Easy pose and facing the others, "That's it for today," I said. "Thank you for coming," and I heard Dianna giggle. She leaned over to Harry and tried to whisper saying
'I wish! Just wait until I get you in the car!'
I know some of these yoga poses give people ideas, spreading our legs open, and some of the people get excited. But I wish they could forget about sex all the time and stop making comments like that. I've been so busy with getting this studio running, coordinating the business contracts, advertising, applying for licenses, inspections, cleaning, running the sessions, and just trying to make ends meet with the MONEY, ... I haven't had TIME to find a nice guy to properly fuck me! And sometimes their banter during and after class gets to me, in ways I can't take time to relieve!
Rising to my feet, as I walked to the studio door, I overheard Dianna and Harry talking to the older woman, Doris, one of the two others in our class. It doesn't take much to hear others talking in this room, when there are so few people, and that's the only conversation going on. But I was surprised to hear Doris saying, "I wish I had someone entering me in that Happy Baby pose." I would have expected Harry to say something like that, wanting to do that to her in my class!
"Well, you can't have Harry, I need him to do ME," Dianna said. "Maybe you could go to one of the other classes and ask one of those guys?"
"Women can't do that!" Doris said sternly. "Once a woman asks a man to have sex, he assumes she's always available and the harassment for more after that would never stop!"
The other girl in the class piped in with "And I'd be worried about getting an STD from a guy I don't know doing me. But I can still fantasize about it."
As I held the studio door open for them to walk out, Harry walked past me, grinned, and winked at me, as if in a conspiratorial way. I merely smiled and shook my head dismissively, the unspoken signal
