Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 17

KEIRA’S POV

My yoga session the next day was scheduled at the beach ten kilometres away from the city. I had been driving for hours and I felt exhaustion wash through me. I regretted not getting a cab like Natasha had suggested. How did her opinion always end up right?

The beach house soon came into view and I heaved a sigh of relief. I had already started thinking about how I would tear down my hair if I did not arrive in another hour. And as I picked out my mat and duffel bag, I looked forward to the session- it should help with the exhaustion I felt.

After flashing my membership card at the reception, I was directed to a secluded part of the beachfront where my instructor and the other members had already begun stretching.

Oh great! Not only did I drive two exhausting hours, I was also late. I hoped the instructor would not notice me as I sneaked in and dropped my bag and spread my mat. His back was turned to us so that was a plus.

Some members scowled at me but I ignored them, instantly getting into form and shut my eyes. I slowly began to squat, like the others were doing. Soon I was in sync, taking deep breaths as I went, freeing my thoughts and focusing on the sound of the wave crashing on the shore.

We had switched forms and I wobbled. The instructor was behind me in an instant. His large hands held my waist in place and for a second, my breathing quickened.

“Close your eyes and breathe,” his lips were behind my ear now and I almost choked on my spit at the raspy sound.

Concentrate, Keira. Concentrate.

I almost choked on my spit when he pressed his crotch to my bum and I felt his hard on. I could already imagine the sweet sensation that duck will bring me.

No, Keira. This is supposed to help you heal, not become worse.

“I know you were late, Miss Temple.” He said slowly.

I swallowed at the sound of my name.

“We should do something about that,” he added and I knew exactly what he meant.

My p***y dripped in excitement. Yes yes yes. It seemed to chant.

“Wait behind after,” he instructed and left my side to go attend to another woman.

The session soon came to an end and I felt excitement course through me as I packed up and watched the other members file out.

“Spread your mat and lie on it.” He said

“Wait out here? In broad daylight?” I shrieked.

He smirked. “This will be more fun, trust me. Now do as you are told.”

I quickly obeyed. Okay…this actually felt exhilarating. We could get caught.

“Now, touch yourself.”

I palmed my boob and the other hand found my clit in my leggings and rubbed.

And as he circled me, watching me like lunch served on a table, I heard my pulse pound in excitement.

“Hmmmm…” I licked my lower l*p as I gasped for air.

I pinched my nipple and massaged my clit faster. My p***y was so wet that my juices soaked my leggings. “Ah…f**k.” I closed my eyes, my mouth slacking as I oohed in pleasure, Clint on my mind.

I opened my eyes to see the instructor tug down my leggings and the air brushed against my sensitive clit. F**k, this felt extremely good.

I looked towards the entrance, thankfully no one was coming.

I felt his lips cup my clit and he sucked. “Oh f**k. Shit.” I yelped. “Do not stop doing that please.”

He rolled his tongue languidly and tugged the bud lightly with his teeth and sucked again. “My god. Hmmm. Ooh.”

I came furiously with my toes curled and my eyes shut tightly. He switched our position, so he was beneath me while I was on top. I was not sure when he removed his shorts, but he was bare now, hard and ready for me.

I straddled him and reached down to stroke his huge shaft. Then I started to lower and fill myself until he was deep inside me. “Shit. You are so huge.” I felt my eyes water.

“F**k me now,” I told him.

Slowly, I felt his h**s begin to rock back and forth.

“Damn you are so tight.” I could feel him struggle to restrain himself as he quickened his pace.

“Ahhhh…oh my god. Yessss.” I m****d in pleasure.

“You feel so good,” He m****d into my neck as he worked my p***y.

I began to move against him, meeting his harsh thrusts. “Yesssss…faster. Harder. F**k me nice and good.”

My lips moved to his neck as I rode him. Our pace intensified and I rocked faster and harder against his pelvis. I pecked his neck as we f****d.

“Hmmm…” he g*****d.

My instructor’s breath became intense and strained. My face locked into his shoulder and I m****d into his neck. “I am almost there. Yes please…damn.”

He rocked against each me, forcing himself deeper, and deeper into me until he hit my G-spot.

“Right there…yes…just like that.” I squealed and threw my head back in pleasure. “Oh yes f**k.”

He gave up all restraint and wrapped his arms around me. His h**s pounding into my dripping p***y, juicing me dry.

“F**k me, you feel so good,” I m****d into his neck.

“F**k,” he m****d out.

He gripped me and set the rhythm at an ever increasing pace.

“F**k, f**k, f**k, f**k,” I m****d.

“F**k, I think I am going to cum.” He mumbled.

“Oh my f*****g god…that was so hot!” I said as his strokes slowed down and we paced our breathing.

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The drive home was torturous. I definitely had a good time with the instructor, but I did not understand the guilt I felt.

I tried so hard not to think about the last embarrassing session with Clint. I had outdone myself and Clint had sent me away. Did I really not have a stop button for s*x? I wondered as I pushed the door to my apartment open.

I dumped my stuff at the door and hurried to my bathroom. The pain in my chest threatened to suffocate me.

I locked the door and turned on the shower. I sat under the water, fully clothed and cried my heart out.

Clint was trying so hard to help me, and here I was sabotaging every one of his efforts. Was I really irredeemable?