Antonella Alonso 2

Edited by:eb18

Antonella pov.

"Where am I?", was the first thing I thought when I opened my eyelids, blinded from the intensity of the lights emanating from above.

My mind was in a hazy, calm state, so it took me a few seconds to process exactly where I was.

I got up from the floor of my yoga room, propping myself up with my forearm on top of one of the mats I usually used for my classes.

Although it wasn't uncommon for me to take naps during off hours, I usually took them on the couch in my office. So, it was strange to have fallen asleep presumably while I was still setting things up.

I didn’t normally jump straight to conclusions, yet I couldn’t help but wonder whether this was related to the blackouts I had been dealing with of late. They were getting to the point where I was starting to get the sense it was a symptom of a larger issue.

Unlike the other times when I tried to remember what I had been doing before I went to sleep, getting back vague impressions or feelings, I was now at a total loss besides what I could gather from observing my surroundings.

While I was still processing this lapse, I turned to look at the digital clock I had installed on the wall, 5:00.

Looking at the time something clicked. Panic rose as I was sure I was supposed to be meeting somebody important now.

What was wrong with me!? Why didn’t Anthony say anything? He was usually so attentive about ensuring that I stayed on schedule, especially when I got sidetracked like this, knocking on my door with a scowl which vindicated why he had been hired in the first place. However, now he was nowhere to be seen.

Something else bothered me. I could feel it was something big. My body shuddered involuntarily, despite the mild heat, but this escaped my notice. In frustration, I strained to remember, trying to grasp the memories that were stirring beneath the surface.

Suddenly the voice in the back of my mind spoke, breaking my concentration, just at that moment I was sure I was going to have a breakthrough.

"You gave Anthony the day off because we felt he had been working too hard. Your only appointment is with the new client, and you woke up just in time to meet her. We should start getting ready for class".

It was true, how could I work myself up over something like that? I decided not to dwell on whatever had been bothering me before, letting the worry evaporate as I started getting ready for class. After all my clients were everything!

I cleaned up and got everything ready for my class which took me a few minutes, as I was looking for another mat, I heard a voice come from behind me.

"Uh hi, uh Antonella?" said a voice with some hesitation, I turned around and waved holding the mats in my arms.

"Hello! Yes, I’ll..." I was stunned to see the woman standing in front of me dressed in a clerical suit the perfect definition of milf standing with a soft smile and welcoming green eyes.

The voice in the back of my head whispered with some pride "She's beautiful, isn't she?" which I had to agree with.

"Oh God. Sorry I'm late Antonella, I know I was supposed to come earlier but the traffic was horrible! I know you're a busy woman. The last thing I would do is waste your time, so please forgive me."

Eveline prattled on, allowing me to discreetly appreciate her, in a way that took my breath away.

She was a little taller than me, with long black hair flowing like a lioness's mane in contrast to my short brown hair. She wore her make-up expertly that hid the small wrinkles on her face very well.

I was mesmerised by her green eyes that for some reason seemed a little dull despite their vibrancy. I tried to listen attentively to her words as I usually did with all my clients, but my eyes were strangely drawn towards her chest, drowning out her words.

It was embarrassing from a professional standard, but I couldn’t help but stare at her cleavage, which she showed off proudly from the angle I was standing.

My wondering gaze must have been apparent, but Eveline didn't seem to mind, instead encouraging the attention by leaning in slightly closer to give me a better view of the girls.

"Does her company allow her to dress like that?" I wondered in my mind, doubt and confusion creeping in as I **** myself to take my eyes off her boobs that jiggled with every little movement. But my eyes returned to their previous position like a snap of a band, unable to look away. She was smartly dressed in business attire but with most of the top buttons of her shirt undone, which allowed me to see the edge of her bra peeking through.

"Her outfit is a little revealing but nothing out of the ordinary," said the voice in my head.

“Maybe I was just being too judgemental,” I agreed. “Women should be allowed to dress how they like,” I thought.

Unconsciously, I imagined all the attention I would garner dressing like that, being apprehensive in the past about being perceived as just another scandalous social influencer.

"That’s right we should be unashamed of our body. How else could we compete with Eveline’s monsters?" whispered the voice in my mind.

I nonchalantly cupped my breasts not caring what Eveline would think. It was true, this woman's breasts were huge, what kind of bra size could contain such monsters? Surely, I could put my head in the cup without filling it.

I had never felt particularly insecure about my breasts, being larger than average. Though, compared to Eveline's they were nothing. A feeling of dejection suddenly overcame me.

Before I could wallow in sadness, the voice said, "Our fun bags are also spectacular! We shouldn't be jealous of anyone!"

A feeling of joy suddenly invaded me. “It was true, my fun bags were also amazing!” Feeling around the piercing that I had done so many years ago in college filled me with a great sense of pride. Sure, the decision had been impulsive and a bit foolish on account of a drunken dare, but now at least they stood out from the crowd beyond just their size.

“Still, maybe I hadn’t matured as much as I thought after all this time,” I wondered with a frown, my burst of happiness deepened. It was kind of self-deprecating to refer to my breasts as fun bags and I always held more respect for myself than that.

I could feel the beginnings of a headache forming and before I could question myself further, a voice spoke.

“I’m sorry what did you say?” I asked Eveline.

“I said you’ve kind of been spacing out for the last few minutes. I know you must be upset with me, but I hope you’re not considering cancelling our class.” Eveline stepped up to me, grabbing my hand with her own. Starring at me with a pleading look she quietly begged, “Please Antonella.”

I felt the heat of arousal building as my hand nestled slightly between the flesh of her breasts where her cleavage was exposed. Eveline’s closeness and her divine smell began to make me wet in a way I couldn’t explain.

I interrupted Eveline, pulling my hand gently away. “It’s okay, I'm not mad at you. To be honest, I’ve been having an off day, and I was almost a little late too. Just get ready and we can get started.”

Eveline gave me a radiant smile, flustering me even further.

Pointing to the changerooms I hurriedly said, "Go in there. There are some lockers for you to leave your stuff. Once you’re done, I’ll wait for you.

Eveline nodded and headed where I had instructed walking away with a sexy slow strut on high heels, that allowed me to enjoy the rise and fall of her plump butt.

When I was sure she was gone, I quickly moved my hands to my shorts peeling away the stretchy, soft material for easier access.

I ravenously plunged my fingers down below, exploring my folds; I was shaved down there but that was a detail my mind could care less about as I desperately sought relief to think of anything else.

What I was doing was crazy, it revealed so much of myself I thought I already knew, adding confusion to the swirl of my emotions. I wanted to stop because I was risking my reputation and my career, but I didn’t have the willpower to resist the urges of my body. It was almost as if I wasn’t in control at all, the idea of which was strangely exciting, and I found myself letting go even more, not quite managing to take the plunge to go over the edge. I had to shuffle a moan, drawing another cry of pain and pleasure after pinching my pierced nipple.

Unfortunately, Eveline didn't take long to return, prematurely bringing my masturbation session to an abrupt close before I could orgasm. I did my best to cover up the evidence of my dirty deed, straightening out my clothes while I pretended to be busy, repositioning the mats.

However, when I looked up, to my surprise Eveline was stark naked!

Completely ignoring my actions moments ago, I was unprepared when she quizzed, " Are you still busy with something Antonella? I can give you a few minutes if you’re still not ready?"

I prepared to correct her but then the voice in my head spoke, "We teach yoga in the nude to help our clients feel comfortable with their bodies. It's a silly mistake. We shouldn’t dwell on it because everybody makes mistakes. Instead, we should focus on making sure we still remember the lesson plan, while we get ready."

A haze temporarily descended on my mind, freezing me in place. It cleared just as quickly bringing me to action, “Ugh, you're right,” I said shaking my head. “That’s my bad. I’m still a little bit scattered brain today. I just need a moment.”

Eveline giggled, her massive jugs bouncing unrestrained in a way I once again found stimulating as I pulled my 32D sports bra off over my head and placed it away so it wouldn't get in the way. I then took off my yoga shorts embarrassed with how slimy the spandex was with the juices flowing out of my vagina.

The cold of the air conditioning hit my naked body making me shiver slightly. Eveline seemed unfazed as she positioned herself on her mat.

"Well Miss Eveline, let's do some light stretching to start. All you need to do is mimic my movements and rotate your head like this” I demonstrated.

I scrutinised Eveline's body to ensure she was performing the exercises correctly. It would be bad if she got cramps in the middle of the session.

We chatted cordially as we warmed up, the main subject being about Eveline’s work. She was struggling to land a client but after a series of shrewd negotiations over the past few days, she was certain she now only needed one big push to make a breakthrough to close the deal finally. I was impressed by her diligence which was evident by the work she had put into her body.

With her clothes off, I could see that her body was much more toned than I first thought.

Her arms, while looking a little thin, were packed with functional and sinewy muscle. Her legs were the real deal, thick and defined in a way I was sure they could break a watermelon. However, that didn’t deter me from wanting to stick my head between and thighs and wanting to…

“No,” I shook my head at the stray thought.

I was straight, so I didn't understand where these thoughts were suddenly coming from. Plus, fantasizing about my clients was downright creepy.

Trying to ignore the intrusive thoughts I was having, I focused on speaking. "Okay, let's now do some flexibility exercises: spread your legs apart at shoulder length and try to touch the floor with your hands." While Eveline was doing that, I went to find the air conditioning control to adjust the temperature.

I was shivering, but it was more due to my shimmering arousal than the actual cold. My nipples had grown so hard I thought I'd poke someone's eye out.

I adjusted the air conditioner and looked back at Eveline from the side. Her ass and pussy were fully visible, as well as her heavy knockers hanging pendulously from her chest.

My eyes wandered down her body until they stopped again at her ass. My gaze landed on her rosebud. it was a pretty pigmented, star-shaped asterisk that for some reason held a magnetic attraction over me.

Unconsciously my hand touched my wet clitoris sending a pulse of pleasure through my whole body.

I bit my lips as the voice in my head once more spoke hypnotically, "How delicious would it be to run our tongue over that cute little asterisk?"

Saliva built up in my mouth as my vision remained transfixed on Eveline's rear. A twinge of need shot through my pussy that demanded attention. I ignored it as best as I could, knowing indulging myself in front of her wasn’t an option I could take. So, gathering up my self-control, I spoke to Eveline indicating what to do next.

I decided to start with something straightforward for a novice like Eveline like The Warrior pose. It was simple and didn't require a lot of coordination, which was also perfect for somebody in my precarious position.

I opened my mouth to instruct Eveline on how to perform the pose when my mind clouded. I felt a spell of dizziness come over me but instantly recovered, barely processing the incident.

Eveline sat down on the mat after I finished explaining what to do. With her legs spread wide, she used her fingers to pull apart her pussy lips. I slowly brought my face closer to perform the "dog lick" position.

Eveline kept her balance by pressing her face to the floor while I licked her, allowing me the opportunity to pleasure myself.

After getting into a comfortable position to execute the pose I spoke, “We will keep up this position until one of us cums first, do you understand, Eveline?" I said authoritatively.

Glancing up I saw Eveline's breathing had become a little ragged and her face was flushed red.

"Yes, teacher..." she said in a whimpering voice.

Without further ado, I began to slowly lick her like a popsicle stick, using the full width of my tongue to taste every inch of her slit.

It drove me crazy to breathe in the scent of musk that mingled with saliva invading my nostrils.

Despite working my fingers inside my vagina, the two digits didn’t quite satisfy me, so I eased another in bringing some brief pain before I begin pumping away with abundance.

I continued to lick Eveline's vagina as her moans filled the room.

At some point, Eveline attempted to push my head away, prompting me to encourage her to keep going.

"KEEP SPREADING YOUR PUSSY APART EVELINE. IT WON'T BE LONG NOW. JUST HOLD ON A LITTLE LONGER!"

Eveline, with a pitiful moan, heeded my order; for a rookie, she was doing very well.

I kept on licking with more enthusiasm, concentrating on bringing Eveline to orgasm.

Although I was mindful of performing my work to the best of my abilities, I could feel that something wasn't right about all this causing me to falter slightly in my efforts.

“Keep licking,” The voice in my head spoke again but instead of listening I fell back groaning at the exertion. Details about meeting a woman for a business meeting appeared in my mind in flashes.

I couldn't clearly remember what she looked like, but something told me I needed to get away from Eveline. “I’m sorry Miss Eveline, I think I’ve made a terrible mistake-” Before I could get up, she pinned me below her body in my moment of hesitancy, turning her head back in with a predatory smirk.

“LET ME GO!” I shouted.

“But we were just getting started, teacher.“

The itching inside of my pussy grew more intense as Eveline’s tongue lashed at my pussy deftly. I weakly struggled, shutting my eyes, as all my restrained memories hit me all at once.

Eveline was not a new client but the person the ghost had taken control of to ambush me.

That had been days ago.

Since then, every time he had tried to take complete of me, I had prevented it somehow, shielding the part of my mind that made up the core of my identity. Even with this revelation, I knew I was teetering on the edge based on all the ways he changed my perceptions without my notice and erased my memories.

Eveline suddenly slowed her ministrations as the voice addressed with a hint of respect. “I must say you put up a great fight but I’m nothing if not persistent. It’s unfortunate you ever had to meet me. I will grant you one final favour of submitting willingly to me.”

“Never…” I replied, determined to fight to the better end.

I heard a chuckle in response.

Eveline changed gears once more, bringing me to an earth-shattering orgasm that left my mind completely blank and **** allowing something to rush right in without resistance.

As I basked in the afterglow and writhed on the floor, I knew I had lost leaving me changed and modified beyond repair.

My Master had honoured me by taking control of my filthy body and giving me a greater purpose.

I could feel how my identity was being reshaped without being able to do anything to stop it. It should have scared me to become a **** like Eveline but instead, I felt tears of joy running down my face knowing the destiny that awaited me to serve my new Master.

I couldn't believe how foolish I had been to face him…

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