She was a cute little Asian girl, probably too young for me at 20-something, with me in my '50s. One day she came to the yoga class I was teaching. She had on long, tan yoga pants that stuck to the sexy curves of her thighs. Her ass was perfectly round. Her small, pointy Asian tits poked out from under a cropped white t-shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra, which was common in my class. She had put her long black hair into a cute pony tail. Just a hint of armpit hair, and a slight smell of pepper from under her arms.
I'm in my low '50s. White, muscular and tan, I take care of myself and the women appreciate it.
All during class she kept looking me directly in the eyes and smiling, when I'd look back she'd shyly look down. Even though I was teaching a full class of sexy women, in my mind I was directing her, telling her exactly how to move her body. I could see she felt it too. Her pussy was soaking through her light yoga pants, her body glowed with sweat as it dripped down her shirt. I could see her tight little nipples getting hard and poking out through the thin wet fabric. In the seated position I told them all to spread their legs. I couldn't keep the lust from my voice as I said it. She look right at me as she spread her legs. She licked her plump Asian lips, then folded forward with a smile.
After class I asked her to stay a bit. Alone in the room, I put my arm on her bare shoulder just to feel her sweat.
"Come over to my place tomorrow," I told her. I didn't ask, I never ask them.
She couldn't even reply because she had never been spoken to like that. The boys her age, and even all the Beta men, treated her like a "goddess" but never had the testosterone to do anything except fawn over her.
She eagerly nodded her head. The thought of meeting alone with her older, white male yoga teacher gave her a lump in her throat. Her first real man. She imagined that I wanted to fuck her and humiliate her with my big cock, the lust was in my eyes. I gave her my number so I could text directions.
"I hope a sweet young girl like you doesn't already have a boyfriend," I said, not really caring if she did or no.
"No sir," she replied.
Where did this subservience come from, she thought, wanting to please me was a new feeling for her. It made her excited.
As we left the studio I let my fingertips gently run down her sweaty back to the top of her yoga pants ...
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She showed up at my place not knowing what to expect. I told her we'd go swimming later so she wore a pale string bikini and a pair of sexy denim shorts. As she dressed, she was experiencing new feelings. A grown, white man had never shown her this kind of dominance. Usually, because of her looks and because she was Asian they would turn into cringe-y pathetic losers around her. She was nervous, but excited too. Her young pussy was tingling and moist as she dressed. She even touched it a few times as she made herself pretty for me, imagining it was my hands doing it.
I opened the door and gave her a smile. I was wearing shorts and light shirt, unbuttoned. My firm, tanned torso showed through my shirt. My dick was already hanging heavy.
