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Chaste Ch. 01 free porn video
It was a beautiful day outside, and so the self-defense class was moved onto the back lawn. The class was comprised of 7 women and one reluctant boyfriend, most of the females being eighteen-year-olds, bored college students on break. A pair of the girls flirted with the instructor outrageously, and Chastity vowed to herself that she would never let her daughters speak to a grown man that way. He was obviously amused by their antics, his responses were veiled insults that’d the girls didn’t seem to see through. His smile was sharp at the corners, and made her feel sad.
She regretted this whole idea, wishing that she had her brothers nearby to learn this from. Still, she knew she needed help – even after moving out of town, the house was broken into. She was thankful that she and the kids hadn’t been at home, but it was too much for her to think she could sit back and do nothing, and still be safe.
She wouldn’t start by buying a gun. *I believe in walking before careening down a ski slope on rollerskates, thank you very much.* It could be a possibility in the future, but only after training and making sure that it would be a very last resort.
Maybe that was good enough reason never to get one – She didn’t think she could ever use it.
At any rate, she was starting out slow and steady, learning self defense. She had put new and supposedly better locks on the doors, reinforced windows, and gotten a motion-sensor light for the front porch.
Now it was time to actually put her hands on someone.
She watched with a cold feeling in the pit offers her stomach, her heart racing, as the instructor began working hands-on with each girl, showing her how to handle a would-be assailant. She told herself that her fear was irrational, the man wasn’t here to hurt her, only to teach.
It wasn’t that easy. He was huge, his muscles pronounced in a way that suggested he was a bodybuilder. She blushed as she thought of it, as if that were too personal, as if she were undressing him with her mind.
She was getting annoyed with her own unconscious mind.
She had to get herself under control before she started hyperventilating, and so she moved away from the group.
Standing in the shade of a tree, her eyes on the movements that she had paid to learn, she planted her feet and raised her arms over her head, stretching to the limit while breathing slowly and deeply in through her nose. She stopped listening to the giggling girls flirting, the instructor’s deep laugh, the couple arguing as they practiced the moves, and the pair of older women gossiping. She listened instead to her heart thumping, breathing slowly and concentrating on slowing the rhythm.
It wasn’t working. His hands caught her eye, she was suddenly focused on his fingertips as they grazed a woman’s arm, straightened her posture just so. Like a punch in the gut, she realized that she wanted him to touch her.
Shock and dismay had her squeezing her eyes shut, blocking out the sight and the awareness of reality.
*I’m not that kind of person. I’m responsible, honest, respectable. Hormones? Nope. I’m above it.*
She ignored the faint thought beneath her little pep talk.*liar…*
One last deep breath and she felt the air in her center, below and behind her belly button. It was warm, tingling, alive inside her body. She was strong. She could handle this. She opened her eyes.
He towered over her, hard as stone and just as silent.
Her shocked gasp burned her lungs as it ripped roughly in and her knees locked, making her stumble painfully back.
‘Whoa, you ok there?’ He reached out to steady her, concern warming his dark eyes. She kept out of his reach, but barely.
‘Yeah, yeah fine. I was…*centering my qi.* just concentrating. On the wrist grip. I don’t think I can…throw somebody.’
He grinned affably and the light of him took her breath away. ‘Didn’t you see all the others do it?’ She looked at the girls doing cartwheels, the older ladies chatting animatedly. They had all thrown him over their shoulders.
‘Yes, but…they’re not…me.’
The light faded and his smile was gone. A grave tone fell over his voice, making him sound more frightening than he looked. ‘Oh…do you have a special condition?’
She blushed though her cheeks were already pinkened by his nearness.
‘No! No, I just…I just don’t think…I mean I think I don’t get it, there must be something I’m missing.’
All business now, he crossed his arms over his chest. ‘ I just need to make sure. I know you filled out the medical disclaimer, Chastity, or I wouldn’t have let you into the class.’
Her sudden abashed feeling made her angry. She hadn’t done anything wrong! ‘I’m not dishonest, just insecure.’ She stepped back and crossed her own arms, the tree against her back. It was a bolster, and she was grateful for it.
‘I see.’ Was that a look of distate?
Heat suffused her cheeks and she didn’t think anymore, only felt. He directed her and she followed the instructions, her hands trembling but her face determined.
Soon, she was looking down at him on the ground, something in her on the brink of release.
He grinned up at her. ‘See? What’d I tell you? You can do it.’
But Chastity wasn’t mollified. ‘You staged it. You’re too big, strong, graceful and skilled to NOT have.’
He stopped, one knee on the ground before her, and gave her a look she couldn’t quite read.
‘You need more proof, then? Mrs. Doubting Chastity?’
Her chin thrust upward, she nodded curtly. ‘If I’m *actually* attacked, the guy – singular. God help me if its plural – isn’t going to *leap* over my shoulder, and even if I threw him, that doesn’t mean he’d submit.’
He stood fully, dusting the grass and dirt from the back of his legs. ‘You’re absolutely right.’
He looked into her eyes. ‘That’s why this is the beginner level series.’
She flushed at the dismissal in his tone, and looked around to see most of the other women had gone, and the younger women that were left were watching them closely.
Her blush deepened and she suddenly despised him, walking away from her now with such a cocky posture. All men were alike, she had to remember it.
…
The week had gone by in a hectic blur for Chastity, with work piling up and kids being kids. When the day came for self-defense, she strongly considered hiding in the basement for an hour and a half. She could drink a glass of wine and read a smutty romance novel, the babysitter would still get paid and she could recharge her drained batteries.
She changed into her workout clothes and went anyway, cursing herself on the drive.
When she entered the room they were using for class that day she noticed that attendance had dropped severely. With only five minutes left until time to start, there were a mere four women in the room.
The muscle-bound trainer stood near them, talking about nutritional supplements. Chastity’s stomach flipped in her belly and her pulse skyrocketed.
His skin seemed so smooth. She wondered what it felt like to run her palms down his chest.
‘Chastity.’
She nearly jumped out of her skin as he called out to her. ‘Uh..sir?’
He frowned and she noticed the way his lips angled slightly downward.
He laughed. The sound set of shockwaves in her lower belly.
‘Call me Mike. Mike is an easy name to remember.’
Another blush took her by storm and she nodded, staring at the floor.
‘Listen, it’s about time to start, why don’t you partner up with me for the next demonstration?’
Could she refuse?
For the next hour she was in turmoil, stumbling over herself and being set aflame by his slightest touch and his teasing when she inevitably made a mistake.
He had to do a lot of touching, correcting her posture, moving her into position. By the end of the cl
ass he stood and spoke to the other women with his hand resting gently on her shoulder. She trembled the entire time.
She barely noticed as they wrapped things up and the other women, all older, left the room without making demands on Mike’s time and attention.
Not that she wanted it.
But as she turned to gather her things and go, his hand fell onto her shoulder. She jumped violently at the touch, and trembled from head to toe when his grip became tight and heavy.
‘You’re afraid of me.’
She jerked her shoulder away, anger suddenly washing out all the other unidentifiable feelings. ‘I’m not afraid of you.’ She spat, ‘I don’t LIKE you. I don’t TRUST you. That’s all, and there’s nothing wrong with that.’
‘There is when you’re not learning a single damn thing. I’m trying to teach you to defend yourself, but as you are, you won’t use a single tactic.’
Defensive and belligerent, her chin came up again as of its own accord and she glared hotly at him. ‘What do you propose to do about it if that’s the damn case?’ She fisted her trembling hands.
He didn’t sneer or laugh at her, but regarded her somberly. His eyes melted into her and his lips magnetized her gaze.
‘Remedial lessons.’
She didn’t understand him for a moment, as her ears seemed to block themselves off for no real reason. She blinked up at him and he waited patiently for her to grasp it.
‘You mean extra time with you.’ She finally said, her voice almost a whisper.
‘Exactly. You’ll see that I’m harmless, really.’
She shook her head, shaking away the cobwebs that he put there. ‘I don’t have the money ‘
‘I won’t charge you’
‘My babysitter does ‘
He flinched and she smirked at him for an instant. ‘Reality bites, doesn’t it?’
His eyes returned to meet hers, and all her bravado drained away at the hot look in his eyes.
She stepped back and shivered.’I think it’s best I don’t come back.’
‘I’ll come to you.’ He was so insistent, and she didn’t understand. Worse, she was growing increasingly aware of the thick wetness spreading down her thighs. She was so wet she was soaking through her leggings. She wondered if he could smell her.
‘That sounds like a threat.’ Her voice was tiny. She hated it, hated this feeling that he was giving her, hated knowing that she would be back, that she would accept extra lessons if he insisted one more time.
He turned his head away from her, hands on his hips. He let out a sigh and took a deep breath before continuing.
‘Chastity I’m not threatening you. I’m going overboard, maybe, but I’m not a threat. I’m attracted to you. That makes me feel a little bit…territorial.’ when he looked up again, his eyes were clear and his face passive. ‘I’m sorry to have made you feel uncomfortable. There is no other trainer for this course, though, and I really do worry for you.’
‘Do you worry about all the women you teach?’
‘No, Chastity, just the ones that look like victims, ripe for the plucking.’
She was speechless for a moment. Who did he think he was? She was no victim!
‘So you’re sexually attracted to victims?’ Her voice held contempt.
‘I’m sexually attracted to smart, spirited women with strength.’ The smolder was back in his eye and he stepped toward her slowly. ‘I want to protect victims, teach them how to protect themselves.’
‘You’re… contradicting…’ she backed away from him, only to bump into the wall behind her.
‘A victim is someone who would let people run over her because she thinks it’s easier or better that way.’ He stopped less than two feet from her, and she could feel heat emanating from him as if he were a radiator.
‘A victim is someone who has been hurt and learned that she will be hurt again, it’s only a matter of time.’ His voice softened.
‘I…took this class so that…i could…’
‘Defend yourself. But you’re not, Chastity. I taught a move in class today that would have me on my knees if you used it.’
She blinked and then remembered. But she finally saw his point – she was so overwhelmed by the feelings flooding her that she didn’t, couldn’t act.
‘I have to…’ she coughed, shook her head, and straightened her spine.
‘I have to get home. If you’re willing, I can come in on Monday morning, from 9 to 11.’
He stepped back, and she felt as if she had won a tug-of-war contest
‘I’ll be in the loft above the basketball court.’
She nodded and practically ran from the room. She could smell herself with every step, and was sure that he had, as well.
She fought off the thoughts of what it might be like to have sex with Mike.
He was attracted to her. That changed everything.
…
Monday morning saw her nervous and wired. She arrived a few minutes after 9 and passed people walking laps in the gym to get to the stairs. She noticed how they all walked in pairs, chatting animatedly. She envied them for a moment, and then made her way up the steps.
She found a door to one side of the bleachers, and inside was a large open space lit by natural light from the high windowa lining one wall that spanned the length of the building.
Thick mats covered the wooden floor, and in the middle, Mike was moving a mam-shaped dummy into place.
Why didn’t they have the class up here? Despite the smell of dust and age, it seemed perfect.
‘You came.’ He grunted, wiping his hands on his sweaty shirt. ‘I was worried.’
‘About?’ She looked at the dummy, a molded silicon torso and head. It wasn’t as big as Mike, but still it was bigger than she thought she could deal with.
‘About you going mouse on me.’
She looked at him finally, wanting to avoid it. His brown eyes sparkled with amusement. He liked to tease.
Two could play at that game.
‘Well if I was a mouse, I’d be scaring YOU, wouldn’t i?’
He grinned and her heart flipped. ‘Are you calling me an elephant?’
‘If the elephant saddle fits.’
She kept her face straight, but it was a struggle when he laughed so infectiously.
What was it about him laughing that turned her on so much?
She did her best to pay attention, to keep up with him. And ignore the distraction of her growing lust. She was almost sure that he was distracted as well, if the way he lingered close each time he had to touch her.
The difference between this session and the last was huge. Chastity practiced blocking and by the end of their two hours, she felt confident. If she couldn’t stop an attacker, she at least wouldn’t look like an idiot for trying.
She also realized the reason why this room wasn’t used for the class, as they both poured sweat.
She had never realized how a sexy a man could look in a sweaty gray T-shirt.
And the smell – nothing like any man she had ever known. He smelled sweet and musky, a strange combination, but one that excited her. She could hear people walking and talking downstairs, and realized that they probably couldn’t hear her.
The thick mats would be perfect for…
‘So, since you did so well today, shall we go ahead with the class, or do you want to meet again before then?’
He was leaving it up to her, and she wasn’t sure what that meant. She just knew what she wanted.
‘Can we meet again on Wednesday?’
…
Wednesday, he taught her the shoulder throw again, insisting that she practice on him. It was an uphill battle – she simply couldn’t believe that a 5’3′ woman weighing 121 lb. could throw such a huge man.
She got into a rhythm, and by the end of the first hour he was mock-attacking her from behind, and she was tossing him over her shoulder like a rag doll.
‘Uncle.’ He lay on the mat. His brown eyes smiling up at her. ‘I can’t take much more of this.’
She grinned mischievously. ‘Giving up, huh? I conquered the immortal Hun!’ She
playfully put one foot on his chest and raised her arms I’m victory.
He groaned, a purely sexual sound, and she realized too late that she might as well be shoving her wet pussy into his face. She stumbled backward.
‘Chastity. You didn’t do anything wrong, okay?’ He had risen to his knees, reaching out to steady her. His hands were burning through her clothes as he placed them on her hips.
‘Okay.’ She whispered. She was frozen in place with his hands on her, his head level with her belly. She felt an ache that started in her pussy and expanded until it seemed as if her whole body were throbbing.
‘You did well, and I’m proud. You’re all caught up with the class now.’
‘Yeah.’ She smiled, but she knew it was weak. Neither of them moved, but stared at each other silently for a moment.
He stood up slowly, his hands sliding up her ribcage. She trembled and fought back the moan.
He stared hard down at her before stepping closer, their toes almost touching.
‘I want you.’ He said it with no hesitancy, no guilt or shame. The words, his voice, his body heat, all had her aching from her neck to her knees. She wanted him, too.
He slowly leaned down, his fingertips moving up slightly.
She tilted her chin up and met his kiss unafraid.
His lips claimed hers and his tongue teased her, working her mouth open to accept him. It didn’t take much, and she whimpered when his body heat melded with hers. Her nipples hardened as they were crushed between the two.
His kiss opened a floodgate in her, and she moaned and slid her hand under his shirt, experiencing his warm, sweat-slicked skin. She didn’t notice when they moved down to the mat, or how he had gotten her shirt off.
He pulled the top of her sports bra down below her breasts, forcing them together and upward, her hard nipples teasing him. When he wrapped his lips around first one, and then the other, she had to cover her mouth to contain her moans.
In barely a second he whipped off his own shirt and she reached for him, wanting to touch and kiss and lick every inch.
He was too impatient to let her have her way, and covered her body with his as he kissed her, one knee between her thighs, pressed against her heat.
It was real, it was actually happening, and Chastity gasped as she looked up and saw those eyes burning down on her.
‘I want to see you.’ It was a rasp and a growl. ‘I want you naked on the floor for me, now.’ She didn’t register the act of removing her clothing, but soon she was completely undressed, lying on the floor.
It was incredible, there was so much to it. Being wanted by the man she wanted, being naked while he was clothed sent a chill up her spine. The sounds of the people in the gym seemed clearer now, and her heart raced not only with lust, but with fear.
Most of all, it was the way he devoured her with his eyes that made her melt, the fluid literally pooling on the mat beneath her pussy.
He surveyed every inch of her, sometimes turning her body, but whatever he looked at, she didn’t feel self-conscious.
No, she felt beautiful, sexy, powerful. Like Aphrodite, she drew him into a trance of lust.
Her eyes stayed locked on his as he pushed down his pants. He was a predator, climbing into place over her . Her breath came in shallow pants, and tiny moans escaped her.
‘Quiet now, my little chaste sparrow.’ She could feel him probing at her wetness.her whole body trembled in anticipation.
He covered her completely, and she wrapped her legs around him as he thrust deep and hard into her
It took her breath away, and she gasped as he began thrusting into her slowly, filling her in a way she hadn’t felt before. His lips captured her rising moan and his hands fisted in her hair to keep her head still.
He moved slowly at first, but couldn’t maintain patience as the pressure in both of their bodies built. She raised her hips to meet each thrust, clenching him tight each time he slid out, and he could feel her body quivering on the edge.
He bit her lower lip and pulled her hair, and she dug her nails into his back as they both reached that point and plummeted over it.
Tangled together, bodies covered in sweat, they lay silent for a moment. Neither wanted to move, to break the spell, or face the reality of what they had done.
Chastity sighed, and Mike pulled back to look down at her. He searched her face, and what he saw there had him slipping reluctantly out of her arms, gathering their clothes.
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