1. Fucking My Karate Master


    Date: 12/20/2017, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: DarkSide, Source: LushStories

    I was becoming a couch potato from the many years of working in an office. I eventually decided that I needed to get fit. After seeing the advert for Karate lessons in a shop window I decided to pop along to the local Dojo to see whether I could tease my ageing body back to suppleness and the fitness that I craved. Why Karate? I guess it's because there's something to aim for, a grading belt every now and then with the final black belt being the ultimate aim. It was also a return to something I knew. I had nearly received my black belt many years before, but I gave up. I also hate gymnasiums. To me, they are so boring and uninspiring. I pondered my return very carefully. I found my last Karate Gi that I had hidden away in the attic. It was too small, and the belt only just fitted around my waist. I looked at the suit in despair. Was I really that thin when I did this sport last? I shook my head and then started to browse the internet for a new one. I certainly had no intention of turning up to my first lesson looking like a novice even though I knew that I would have to start as a white belt. While I waited for the suit to arrive, I ventured to the Dojo to chat with the Master and sign myself up. As my luck would have it, it was her day off and the lessons were being taken by her understudy, Marcus. We chatted for quite a while and I assured him that I would be turning up the following week. The last time I did this sport it was almost male oriented. How times had changed! ...
    The next week saw me enter the Dojo and introduce myself to Katrina. The first thing that struck me about her was her bright red hair, natural, and vibrant. We chatted for a while and I filled her in with all the details of the past and why I had given up the sport. She seemed genuinely interested in my story and in me. She actually offered me to start a little higher than my white belt, which took me by surprise. However, I declined, telling her that I would rather earn the belts after such a long time away. I think she was impressed with my attitude. I was shown my place, amongst the fifteen or so other students, and we started with the stretching exercises. I just knew I was going to pull a muscle. I was the sort of guy that has to put everything into it. I had not done any exercise in about twenty years and even though I was extremely unfit. Though, in my head, I could do it all and more. Katrina was a good instructor. She visited every one of us in turn giving us each some private time. I seemed to get quite a bit of time with her. That may have been because I had just started, or perhaps it was because she felt she could bring me on faster because of my past. I didn’t care which it was, I was glad of the tuition. I had forgotten so much. My movements had become loud and clunky and I was heavy on my foot and I knew that I needed the movements to be light and flighty. My breathing was rushed at times and not controlled in the slightest. I had a lot to re-learn. Times had ...
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