Helen, in a self defense class - part of the class

It really was convenient how even working alongside one of the organizers at the community center counts as high enough ranking to give the 'important community member' benefits. Now not only do I get access to their gym for free but I can sign up for the classes they advertise online at a 60% discount. As I finish up my workout I make sure to check myself out in the mirror before I go. I'm very pleased with the work I've put into my body, tone and slender but not skinny, with decent sized C breasts and a very shapely if not as big ass. Even my face people find attractive, black hair and hazel eyes, sometimes I'd just wish they could see past the good looks and actually look at me for my work ethic. "But sadly, some people will just do that" I think to myself as I leave the gym.

I check my phone and notice that I have a little under 10 minutes before my self defense class so I have some time to cool off. This was one of the classes the community center advertises and I was very pleased with this class so far. A class meant for women, taught by a women, on how to deal with potential risks and particularly sexual ****/****. The first two classes with her went really well so I'm hopeful for what else we might learn today.

After a bit of waiting I decide to look around the lobby a bit. While I notice some of the early people heading into the class there's something else that catches my eye. A creep, there's no other words to describe it, he's just watching as each of the women walk by and he's not even trying to hide his leering. Very scraggly unkempt hair and cloths, I feel I would've recognized something off about him even before the blatant stares. When he looks towards me we even make eye contact but he doesn't look away ashamed. He's clearly nervous from the bouncing of his knee and I hope he doesn't think that our eye contact was anything. "As if that guy would even have a chance with me. It's guys like him I'm taking this class for. The guys I want to be able to avoid and manage." As I finish my thought I decide to just head into the room early as well to avoid even more of his stares.

Entering the class I don't see anything out of the ordinary. It's one of those open rooms where one of the walls is just a big mirror, there are some not-so-comfortable benches along the side wall, and a couple of tumbling mats. I hope we actually get to use them today, I wouldn't be against learning a takedown or two. But with the instructor not here yet I just put my stuff under one of the benches and begin to idly chat with some of the girls that were also early.

"Kendra's a little bit late," I think to myself as I look at the clock on the wall "Everyone else is here and I didn't see an email from her so I wonder if anything happened to her." Just as I finish that thought I see Kendra enter into the room with... that same guy from earlier. Kendra is probably in her mid twenties, as she introduced herself our first week she mentioned how she has another job in HR for a company I didn't recognize. She also mentioned that she was a lesbian, currently dating someone, but with her short hair parted to one side and general dislike of men enough to teach this type of class it wasn't super surprising. What was more important was why that creepy guy from earlier here with her. "What the hell could he be here for?"

"Sorry about being late I had to set something up," Kendra said, looking a little dazed. "So here why don't you introduce yourself, uhh, sir, and then we can get started." As Kendra gestured to the man standing next to her as she started to put her stuff down along the mirror wall.

The man's face looked a little red and he hesitated for a moment watching Kendra put her stuff down before finally speaking, "Umm, hey. I can explain everything just would you all look at this real quick." As he spoke he pulled out something that looked a lot like a flashlight, cylindrical, with a couple of buttons on the side, and a see through lens with some light at the front. He turned away from all of us while pushing the furthest of the three buttons and-

I blinked.

The mans hands were at his side, he hadn't shown us anything, but he also seemed to instantaneously gain back some confidence with his next words, "Okay, it works on groups. So my name is John but you won't remember my name. I've been brought in as an assistant instructor and I- I'll let Kendra finish with the explanation."

Kendra then stepping out in front of us. "Thank you. For the past two weeks I've only taught you how to avoid potentially dangerous situations and some simple moves to get out of grabs. But now I think it's time you started to learn how to actually deal with someone trying to **** you. Today we'll be going through a couple of roleplay situations and I asked John here to be the example male who will '**** you' and you'll train against." She put air quotes around the term **** "So any questions before we begin?"

Everything made sense so far to me. I saw the stares he was giving me and my fellows before class so I know he'll be a professional at this but I do notice something so I raise my hand, "How realistic will these roleplay scenarios be?"

Kendra hesitated for a bit seeming to think and so John quickly responded, "Extremely. I want this to seem almost too close to reality. I want each of you to imagine said scenes when you're in them and the scene won't stop until you've either broken free or I've cum. Of course since you all signed up for this class you've asked for this so I won't be assaulting you for real." After Kendra quickly nodded, agreeing to what he said.

I didn't like it. I knew there was a chance that we'd have to go through this in the self defense class and he was right this wouldn't actually be ****. But something in the back of my mind was telling me something was wrong. I think it was the dread for if I had to be the subject for one of these scenes.

Kendra looked around the room as no one else spoke up so she said, "With no other questions I want to start by playing out one of those situations that should bring up a red flag and something you all should avoid." Kendra looked around the room before pointing to Cindy. Cindy was a blonde girl, senior in high school, turned 18 a couple months ago, she was very small probably like 5'2", she was a cheerleader for her school, and her parents were paying for this class so she could be a little more prepared for college. "Cindy if you could change into your cheerleading uniform for us."

It was a little unsettling how chipper Cindy was about this as she quickly responded, "Okay" and proceeded to strip out of her everyday cloths. Off came her shirt and pants which she just left on the ground as she walk over to her bag to get her uniform. She wasn't hiding much if I was to speak objectively. With A-cups and minimal ass Cindy was probably one of the girls that got lifted and thrown. It looked like John's eyes were going to pop out of their sockets when Cindy bent over to fetch her bag. "I guess that makes sense coming from a professional **** instructor he's reacting like this is his first time seeing a girl in her underwear."

Cindy changed into her uniform and stood at the front of the room where Kendra continued to give instructions, "So Cindy the scene is as follows; your school teams has just won a big game and you're at a party celebrating. Cindy you've had a couple of drink making you a little tipsy and John here is a friend of your from the team with you at the party."

As Kendra backed away Cindy started doing small jumps in place, eyes closed, and dancing to some unheard music. She would also sway and teeter in place like she'd had a couple drinks. Cindy should probably go into acting if she isn't already for this performance alone. John looked stunned for a moment before a small smirk appeared on his face and he approached Cindy.

To say John was dancing would be an overstatement, he was more just stepping from one foot the other right behind Cindy as he begin to speak, "Woooo! I can't believe we actually won."

"I know right. It's been so long since our school has won anything this big."

"Hey, how about I get us some drinks to celebrate."

Cindy slowed down her dancing to actually look at John. "I don't know. I've already had two and I don't want to overdo it before I'm even old enough to drink."

"C'mon, how often are you going to get a chance to celebrate like this and it's just one drink. You can trust me we're friends right."

"Fine but only ONE drink."

John walked off while Cindy went back to dance to her unheard music. John then made it to some imaginary drinks table, mimed opening something, before miming pouring something into a drink. Everyone in the class could see this, except Cindy, because when John returned and handed her the 'spiked drink' Cindy drank it without hesitation. John then whispered something into Cindy's ear.

Cindy started to sway, much more heavily then if she would have with any singular drink. John reached out to hold her with one hand grabbing her arm and the other around her back and cupping her chest. John spoke with an attempt at sounding concern but the look on his face gave away how excided he was, "Woah, Cindy are you okay?"

"I- I don feel my beth. Ima sit down real quick."

"Okay, lets find you a place you can sit down." John then started guide Cindy to one of the benches along the wall and sat her down. John quickly unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his dick. As Cindy sat on the bench looking knocked out John slowly put his cock next to Cindy's open mouth. As he began to insert the head Cindy's eyes quickly opened up. "Don't worry Cindy. Nothing is going on here. You can go back to sleep." As John continued to pump into Cindy's open mouth.

Cindy seemed to think for the scene she would fall back asleep as she closed her eyes giving John free reign to do as he pleased. Quickly John started to really fuck Cindy's face on his cock grabbing the back of her head as leverage.

Gack-gack-gack!

For several minutes there wasn't much noise apart from the wet sounds of spit on John's dick and the noises of that same dick being **** into Cindy's mouth. John begins to piston faster in Cindy's mouth with a concentrated look on his face as it becomes clear he's close to cumming. After only a couple more seconds of this he buries himself as deep in her mouth as he can before unloading. Cindy being in an '****' state seemed to automatically swallow some of it but also meant she couldn't handle everything as some of the cum came out of her mouth and landed on her chin and uniform.

After John pulled his cock out, wet and cum covered, he wiped it down on Cindy's uniform before putting his pants back on. At which point Kendra steeped forward, "Alright, good performance by everyone involved but that was about the only good thing that happened there. Cindy, what the hell happened there? Our first session was on stuff like this. Can you tell me what went wrong?"

Cindy immediately got up acting like nothing had happened. She didn't seem to care that some of her make-up was running or that there was cum now starting to dry on her face or cloths. "Well, you said John and I were friends so I trusted him when he went to get my drink as well as when he brought me somewhere to sit down."

Kendra gave a small sigh. "I'm not going to tell you to distrust your friends. But a majority of assaults are performed by people the victim knows. It's actually less likely to be a stranger then you'd guess. So even when your around people you know keep on guard for things that might seem off. Trust your gut and get out when you think you need to."

I nodded as everything she said made sense and corresponded to some of the stuff that I'd read online. Looking around I saw that the rest of the class either thought similar or were contemplative enough to listen to this information and learn from Cindy's mistakes. Kendra continued, "Remember that the best way to avoid being assaulted is to just avoid situations where you could be all together. However in the chance that someone tries to grab you let's go over, now with a man, some of the moves to quickly remove unwanted hands. It's about time we get the whole class involved so each of you will one at a time come forward, the situation will be that you're in a public setting such as a park or street, but it's just you and some other man who happens to be near you and he tries to grope you. I want each of you to play out that scene and show me how you'd break free."

I'm not a big fan of this review stuff. I know what it's important but I want to get onto something new. Thankfully we're only a class of seven so this shouldn't take long and we can get to the new stuff soon. With that I placed myself in the pseudo-line that was forming and Mia was the first to step forward.

Mia was a Hispanic woman probably in her early thirties and as she walked forward I knew immediately what John would try to grab. Mia had the largest ass out of the whole class. It was the kind of thing where I would sometime catch Kendra checking it out when she thought no one was looking.

As expected when John and Mia were walking past each other John quickly turned around and gave Mia's ass a large smack which echoed in the room. Mia quick to respond spun round and brough her hand up as if to hit John but she stopped just short before turning around and storming off. Of course Mia wouldn't actually hit John there, that would actually be **** and I'd be illegal to **** our assistant instructor. I did really like what Mia went with though. Quick and to the point. "That's exactly the type of thing I'm going to do if I get sexually harassed. Except I'll actually hit my aggressor when I'm getting harassed for real."

Second to go was Kalin, a redhead who was pretty average in every department. She didn't seem to pay much attention to this class though so I wasn't expecting her to be as straight forward as Mia. Kalin requested her scene to be at a convention and she was in cosplay. Interesting but I could see how this might play out.

Kalin sat down and pulled out her phone to act idle while John approached her and spoke up, "Hey nice cosplay. Mind if we take a picture?"

Kalin gave a little nod of her head although she looked board. I'd imagine she's gotten used to this sort of thing and was already expecting what would happen when asking for this. Sure enough as John sat down and took out his phone for a selfie his hand drifted a low to grab hold of Kalin's hip. "Excuse me, could you not touch me like that."

"Huh, oh, sorry."

John removed his hand from her waist raising it more to her shoulder but hovering to avoid contact. Kalin allowed the picture to continue but seemed to remain on guard. After the selfie John put his phone away and turned to Kalin. "How about a goodbye kiss?"

Kalin was shocked at the brazenness of that question, to be fair I was too, as she opened her mouth to respond John used the hand still hovering above her shoulder to pull her into a kiss. Kalin was frozen in a suspended state of fear so it took her some time to react and try to push John away. Her attempts were pretty much in vein as John was not only using his hands to hold them in place but feel up Kalin's body as much as possible. It didn't appear to be the most comfortable thing being entwined on this skinny bench. Both of John's hands drifted down by her back grabbing the sides of her butt feeling her up as he pushed his fingers between her and the seat. He'd then use one hand to hold her by her lower back while the other went up to massage Kalin's breasts. I even noticed Kalin's cheeks move as John explored her mouth with his tongue.

It took several minutes of this make-out **** later before Kalin was finally able to shove John away, get up, and scamper off. Kendra and some of the other members of the class were shaking their heads as Helen thought to herself, "If she'd paid more attention she'd have been able to free herself faster. Although she also broke the first rule of not stopping it before it could get that far. I wouldn't have even allowed the picture to be taken after his initial unwanted touch."

Next up was both Saori and Yuko a pair of Japanese sisters who asked to be together since they were inseparable anyway. They also requested some type of public transit where it was a bit more crowded, John was already there, and they would be near him when the found their seat. John seemed to agree as he didn't even get up from the bench waiting for the two to start.

Saori and Yuko approached having some type of conversation in Japanese as they got ready to sit down pretending like John wasn't there. Yuko managed to get to her seat at the far end of the bench perfectly fine but as Saori was trying to sit down between herself and John he quickly tried to shift himself so that Saori would be sitting directly on his lap. This didn't exactly work but a little bit of **** later and Saori was sitting on John's lap with Yuko to his right.

Yuko started to protest this while Saori tried to get up but unfortunately she wasn't that big of a girl so John's grip held firm as he started to have Saori grind on his crotch. Yuko's taken to giving John light taps on his head and face while keeping up her protests against her sisters molestation but John was unperturbed as he started to thrust his hips a little in his seat while one hand moved up to grasp a handful of Saori's B-cup tits while the other tried to sneak it's way into a quick grope of Yuko. Although the attempt on Yuko was much less successful as she was easily able to just stand up and get out of the way but now with all his focus on Saori he dove back into her body with full ****.

This pair also seemed to struggle for a bit because while Yuko was free she didn't want to leave her sister and they couldn't release her from John's grasp. After way too long it finally took Yuko pulling back, using her own body weight as leverage, and Saori turning to bring her hand to John's face (again not actually hitting him as they would never **** their instructor for real) at which point he reacted shifting his head giving and they got the opportunity to escape.

John now had a bulge that was much more visible in his pants after the make-out with Kalin and the molestation of Saori which concerned me a bit since I was up next. "I wonder what took the sisters so long to react. I've heard their culture is very non-confrontational so perhaps they just didn't want to start with hitting John. Whatever. I'll won't be like the last two groups and emulate Mia with a simple scene and quick reaction."

Kendra turned to face me. "Helen you're up. What are you doing?"

"I go on runs in a park near my place pretty frequently. He could just be a stranger who notices me, plus the fact that were alone, and tries to take advantage of me while I'm taking a break."

Kendra gave a slight nod before giving us a moment to get ready. Quickly I started to actually believe in this roleplay. I understood I was actually standing in one of the open-gym/yoga studios of the community center used for classes, with several women who were in the class around me. However the people began to fade away and I started to hear the early morning birds that I'd sometimes hear on my morning run. John moved behind me so he quickly disappeared from view as I was jogging. Since I was already in workout cloths my outfit felt perfect and I was starting to feel the fatigue that came from reaching the half-way point in my run. I decided that now was a good time to take a break as I saw the good drinking fountain approaching, the only one that was actually cool even during summer. I took a slight step off the trail and bent down to get a quick drink from the fountain.

I saw out of the corner of my eye a man running on the trail behind me. He didn't seem like the type to have done this normally but if he wants to try and take better care of himself I can respect that. Small warning signs started up however when he decided to stop right behind me. While it's possible he was also just waiting for a drink something in my gut told me otherwise. I stood up and turned around just in time for his outstretched hand to redirect from by ass to my chest. I felt his fingers sink into my breast with him trying to deliver some pleasure from this. It was there that I remembered the self defense class I'd taken so I grabbed a hold of this strange mans wrist and started to twist. The plan was to have him let go and then use his wrist to twist his body around while I stayed in control but I don't think I put enough **** into the movement so what ended up happening was he never let go of my breast and I ended up turning myself around facing away from him.

This was a more compromising position as the man was now able to grab both my tits with his hands feeling me up while also bringing me close to him and making it difficult to get out. As I continued to feel his hands mewling against my chest he pressed up against me and I could make out the outline of his erection even though both of our pants. I felt as one of his hands made its way down to try and sneak under my shirt, feeling his fingers trace along my skin enjoying the smooth feel while slowly snaking their way back up to my tit. The other was starting to press against my shirt trying to put pressure on my nipple and it was working as I could feel my nipples hardening, "Why did my tits have to be so sensitive?"

Behind me it wasn't much better as this man's humping started to get more aggressive. I started to move again, this time with my whole body trapped between his two arms I just started to raise my own outward to either break his grip or to slip out from under him. Given where one of his hands were this could potentially take off my top but that was worth it to be free of this. It seemed this time I would be slipping out from under his grip as I could feel my shirt and sports bra come off with this movement causing my tits to bounce free as I felt them hit my chest. But now that I was free from this man's perverted grasp I quickly started to run away while he's trying to recover. Leaving my shirt and sports bra behind in his hand.

As I moved away I could feel myself exiting the scene as the room and other students returned to the forefront of my mind. I turned back to see John standing by the bench of the room still holding my shirt and sports bra slowly feeling the material with his fingers. He was starring almost bug eyed at my exposed chest, my nipple a little bit hard from them being felt up during the scene. As I walked up to him I was thinking to myself, "Why is he being so weird about all this? It's just tits, this is all a part of his job." Before holding out my hand to actually say, "Can I have my shirt and bra back please?"

"If you want I can help you put it back on."

"What the fuck? No way I'd ever let you touch me like that unless we're in a scene."

John tilted his head looking stunned and hurt but since his hand was still outstretched I grabbed my cloths and started to put them back on.

The final two women had their scenes go by moderately quickly. After me was Amoura, the curvy black women, and she managed to handle her scene with almost as much grace and professionality as Mia. Lastly was Cindy who had changed back into her regular clothes but still had some cum drying on her face so John seemed very hesitant to actually try anything more with her. Very unprofessional of him to not be able to ignore that for the scene since Cindy would, probably, never actually look like that. During time when John had free moments I'd occasionally catch him throwing stares my way. Hard to tell if he was mad or just checking me out more but still with Cindy done the second exercise was over.

With that Kendra stepped forward to address us all, "Well done on the second exercise unfortunately this all took strangely longer then expected so we'll only be able to do one thing left. I've been teaching you all quick escapes because the average man is stronger then the average women so if any of you end up fully grabbed it's really hard to break free. Helen you did a great job showing the class a way to do so but next up I'm going to explain to you all a better way to break free while we go through our next scene."

John chose this moment to speak up starring right at me. "Let's have Helen there be the victim in this scene."

"Very well, Helen if you could step forward next to John, I'll explain the scene, and then we can get started and I'll help teach you the escape."

I shrugged and walked forward next to John who quickly gestured me off the side away from the class before reaching into his pocket pulling out some type of flashlight thing before speaking, "Hey before everything else gets started look at this real quick."

Before I even had a chance to react he shoved the light in my face and pressed the closest of the three buttons. Suddenly the blinding light made me feel pretty weak. I was still there but it was hard to pick up on anything in particular.

"You won't resist in this scene because you have a secret fetish for being **** that you won't show or tell anyone."

I blinked.

I stood there impatiently, waiting for whatever he wanted to say to me when I heard Kendra behind us, "Are you two ready for me to explain the scene?"

I just scoffed at John next to me before turning to give Kendra a nod of readiness when I see that she had set up a tumble mat on the floor. John comes up to stand beside me as Kendra continues to speak. "For this it'll be simple. Helen you're walking home at night because you had a shift that went late. John here will be a **** that grabs you while your on your walk before dragging you into the alleyway to **** you." She gestures to the map to represent where the **** will happen. "For this I want a couple of thing. First, assume no one else is around. Second, Helen don't actually scream but let me know when you'd start yelling normally. Lastly, since the point of this exercise is to learn how to escape from a grapple Helen you'll be completely surprised by his movement so don't react until you've been fully grabbed."

John puts his thumb up while I just move into position at one end of the room. I can see John standing ready on the mat, standing like one of the cryptids on the internet ready to strike. As I ready myself for the scene again things shift. This time it's late and while our town isn't large it also isn't small and on the road from the town house to my apartment is a shopping district I sometimes visit with several building groups. I pull out my phone to check Instagram and see how my most recent post is doing. As I turn past the shopping center and pass by the alleyway between the building itself and before the bank next-door, where shipping trucks will drop of their stuff, I'm suddenly grabbed. With one hand covering my mouth and the other wrapped around my stomach I was so shocked I froze, dropping my phone, as he begun to drag me into the alley.

I was thrown onto the floor as this man above me quickly undid his belt before pouncing on me. The fall was oddly soft for hitting concrete and I said to no one in particular, "This is where I'd start yelling since John's no longer covering my mouth." Very odd since it was just us two there. I started to try and shuffle my way out from under this man but he grabbed a hold of both of my writs, that compounded with him sitting on top of me the only thing I could do was flail my legs helplessly. "Sir! Sir! Please stop. There's no going back from this if you go further. What do you want? Do you want money I can give you what I have on me?"

"I think it's pretty obvious what I want." I shuttered at his response as I started to get a little turned on that it was happening. I'd never tell anyone that I was one day hoping to get **** but as he slowly pushed his hips back so he could bend down and kiss me I felt my chest swell with anticipation. As our lips touched I felt his tongue **** its way inside my mouth really feeling like it was trying to lap up at every crevice of my mouth. I was acutely aware that I was still in class as I heard the voice of Kendra telling me how to break free. Something about using my legs to **** him off but in truth I was only half paying attention. I tried since I wouldn't show anyone this fetish of mine but this couldn't even be classified as resistance.

As this man parted his lips from mine, a little bit of spittle showing our recent connection, I saw as his other hand went to start fishing off his pants. This caused me to notice that in my distraction he had put my wrists together so he could hold them with one hand. Again I was aware this was the time to escape, to pull my wrists apart since he wouldn't be able to hold both and kick myself free. But as his cock came into view, the dick that was going to forcibly take me, I opened my mouth in a false expression of stunned fear.

He shifted his whole body forward now using his free hand to tilt my head up slightly as he pushed himself into my mouth. While I put up the facade of a fight at first I surrendered to the head. As he kept pushing in his free hand left my head and went back down to my chest and I could feel the pleasure mounting. As he began to play with my nipples I moaned around his shaft which caused a shudder up his body. I started to dance my tongue along the shaft and head as he began his thrust pretending to try and fight his dick from within my mouth. I could feel my pleasure rise coupled with his as the hand folding my chest went even lower, taking off my pants, but keeping them around my ankles.

Since he had sufficiently prepped himself he shifted my pants-locked legs to the side so I was twisted and I'd stay on my back, as he moved my panties to the side, and lined himself up my **** slit. Both of us breathing heavy in anticipation we made eye contact before he began to push himself within my love tunnel. As I felt him pushing in inch by glorious inch we both moaned audibly as at least in my case this was seriously scratching a kink that was difficult to enjoy. Whatever voice I had that was trying to guide me into escape seemed to have given up at this point as with my pseudo-tied up legs, held down arms with now both of his own, and his weight above mine I don't think I could've gotten free even if I wanted to. Although I'd never say that. He however did decide to speak as he continued thrusting his hips into me, "You seem to be-- quite enjoying yourself-- for someone being ****."

"N- nonsense! This is just the body's-- natural reaction to pleasure. Gasp I'd never actually enjoy this." My response was just as breathy as his, as each time he'd penetrate me the plap sound his balls made on my butt I could feel, hear, and would cause me to pause a little in pleasure.

He however seemed to take my statement as a challenge, lifting his hips up slightly as he shifted my legs to start pinning down into me. Thrusting faster and harder the noises that we made became much more audible.

Plap-plap-plap-plap

As he took one of his hands he pulled up my shirt and began to play with my bare tits and he would occasionally flick and play with my nipples. I was so distracted by my own mounting pleasure that I didn't even register the fact that he's let one of my arms go to do this. I knew I was about to cum soon and from the swelling I could feel in his shaft I knew he was close as well.

"P- pl- please. Pull out- I'm not on the pill."

My final plea seemed to fall on deaf ears as his trusting didn't slow and shortly after he hilted himself as far down as gravity would let him before releasing. This forceful internal cumshot triggered my own impending orgasm which squeezed his dick only milking him further as I began to feel a warmth spreading around my inside.

After what felt like a full minute of pulsing cum entering my unprotected womb he pulled himself out. He moved his body forward trusting his shaft into my mouth hanging open from my own orgasm. I could taste the lingering sweetness of my own juices and the saltiness of his seed as he used me to clean him off. After which he stood up and the situation I found myself in began to change as my mind fully returned from the orgasm the class returned to me as well. I could fully register the others taking this class, John putting back on his pants, and Kendra who seemed really disappointed.

Some of the buckets worth of cum I could feel tricking out of my pussy and onto the tumbling mat underneath. I looked up to see John the assistant instructor out of breath but otherwise seemed pleased with himself, the rest of the class having varied expressions between confused, concerned, and curious, and Kendra the teacher looked at me with a very serious expression, "That went about as poorly as possible. Helen why didn't you listen to me when I was telling you how to break free?"

I'd never tell anyone about my desire for this so I had to come up with a quick lie, feigning nervousness I said, "I- I tried. I really did but in the panic of the whole situation I got a little lost and couldn't do it."

Kendra sighed a bit. "That's understandable. But we'll need to do this a couple more time so you can get that panic out of your system." John's head perked up at this comment while Kendra turned to the rest of the class. "Remember ladies while it's good to have that adrenaline pumping you want to not panic or else your adrenaline might not be the only thing pumping."

No one laughed at that and I knew enough to look ashamed as I could feel the load begin to trickle down my leg.

"But with that it looks like we're out of time. Just try to remember the thing I attempted to teach Helen and we'll pick back up here in out class next week-" Kendra stopped as John whispered something in her ear.

After the quick conversation between John and Kendra she continued, "As I was saying, we'll pick back up here next week. John will be joining me as assistant instructor again and he's thought of the brilliant idea that we might go over a **** roleplay on top of a couple other ladies playing through the scene Helen just did. Now I have a couple of things John wants clarified but you are all free to go."

Kendra turned back to John as he quickly said, "This was a fun class and I hope we can continue to enjoy ourselves in the future." Afterwards starting a private conversation with Kendra. I could see the perverted thought plainly on his face as he was talking to Kendra and scanning her body with his eyes.

"He's such a creep. I'm pleased I at least was paying some attention during my scene because even though I enjoy the idea of being ****. If it's someone like him doing it I'll probably use the moves I'm being taught to escape anyway." As the rest of the ladies started to get their things and march themselves out of the room I was **** to lag behind as I first had to fix up my panties and pull back up my pants. I could tell both from how wet I was plus that fact that I was still dripping some cum as it tried to escape me with gravity that I'd have to chance pants when I get home. "Hopefully my panties will keep it all trapped within me until I can get someplace private to clean myself up. Should I go out and get Plan B just in case? Shouldn't need to, I won't get pregnant since this whole roleplay thing wasn't really real in the first place."

After fixing myself up and grabbing my gym bag I noticed I was the last in the room apart from John and Kendra who were still talking, although I noticed John keep glancing side-long at me. But since class was over I made my way to the exit with the last thing I saw being John pulling out some strange flashlight looking thing before I closed to door to head home.

A/N: Hello horny people. You're looking at the story of a chronic lurker, I don't comment, I don't like stories, and I only follow or favorite things much more sparsely then I've seen many others do. Now I'm not sure (yes I am) the exact reason as to why this story caused me to break that silence (the irony of the story which inspired me, wanting to give literally anything back to the community, and short story so no commitment) but yes this makes it my first story.

I have written before although never of this style and not this publicly so feel free to give feedback. Although as a lurker I've never responded to that call before so ehh, you do you. Might not even respond to the comments to me. If the few responses I get are positive and I gain the inspiration to do so there are two more chapter of this I could release, conversation with the instructor after, and the next/future class.