Secrets Are Forever

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by Juana (address withheld by request)

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My martial arts instructor was at least 30 yrs my
senior. He looked very young and handsome in the
face…and had the physical strength of being 30 years
younger. I had so much admiration from him. He was a
traditional Korean Sabunim, and he taught us as a father
teaches his children. I won many trophies in the state
grand championships. I didn’t realize how well known and
respected he was until I would tell the judges who my
instructor was. Things began to change after one
evening…

I have a White German father and a Black Cuban mother.
My father was a military soldier, and always wanted for
me to be able to protect myself. He introduced me to the
world of martial arts. I won’t say which kind or
anything because this is a true story. I married and
divorced at an early age. My father became even more
protective after I left my abusive husband. He insisted
that I get more involved in self defense.

My martial arts instructor was at least 30 yrs my
senior. He looked very young and handsome in the
face…and had the physical strength of being 30 years
younger. I had so much admiration from him. He was a
traditional Korean Sabunim, and he taught us as a father
teaches his children. I won many trophies in the state
grand championships. I didn’t realize how well known and
respected he was until I would tell the judges who my
instructor was. Things began to change after one
evening…

I was coming out of the dressing room with my duffle
bag. All of the other students had left. Class was over
and I was ready to head home. I heard his voice call me
into his office. My heart was beating so fast as I
walked into his office respectfully…

“Yes sir?” I asked in a choking voice.

“Come over to me” he spoke so coolly, moving his chair
back a bit. I put down my bag and walked over to him. I
stood directly in front of his chair, feeling a bit
awkward.

“How old are you Juana?” he asked, rising from his seat
to stand right before me.

Nervously I replied “25 sir…”

He moved much closer to me, and placed his hands on my
round hips. My heart began to race in confusion, as his
hands travelled to my ass. I sucked in my breath, afraid
to move a muscle. I stood stiff as a statue, not knowing
what to do. I just stood there as his hands began to
roam overtop of my jeans and upwards.

“Have you been a good girl,” he whispered into my neck.

“Yes sir,” I said quietly. My nipples stiffened inside
my bra as his fingers found my breasts. His hands then
grabbed my arms “Come with me” he said. I followed him
as he opened the door to the smaller back office. I had
never seen this room before, and I was surprised to find
it. My heart was pounding as he closed the door behind
us. Deep fear began to set in me as I backed away, until
I was up against the wall.

“Don’t try to run away. You cannot escape me. I know you
want to know what is like… I see the way you look at
me… I can feel it in the way you feel. You desire me
and you are curious” he said. I felt his words echoing
through me as a drug. I knew that he was 100% right. I
had fantasies about him before, but I always dismissed
them. I thought they were nasty wrong thoughts, and I
tried to ignore them in every possible way. This felt so
wrong, I didn’t know what to do…

He moved closer until I could feel his breath against my
skin as he commanded “Take off your pants now.”

My hands nervously undid the buttons to the camouflage
pants. His fingers tugged at the rubber band that held
my hair up in a ponytail. My hair fell softly around my
shoulders as he tossed the rubber band to the floor.

“Why do you wear clothes like this? Answer me,” he
asked. “Your such a pretty girl. You should wear
feminine things to show your body.”

“I… I wear it because I don’t want to bring attention
to myself sir,” I stammered.

“Your taking too long, hurry up,” he said as he grabbed
my hands and moved them out of the way. He then undid my
pants quickly and pulled them down.

“Go on, step out of them,” he demanded.

I stepped out of the pants now standing there only in my
tee-shirt and panties. His fingers rubbed over the
crotch of my panties… I began to tremble as his
fingers felt over my private sex. I couldn’t believe he
was touching me in such a way. I didn’t know whether to
feel excited or afraid. I felt so frightened and just
stood there shaking against the wall. He pulled my
panties down quickly. I watched as he then unzipped his
pants and took them off. He pulled off his golf shirt,
revealing his matured muscled chest. I couldn’t believe
I was seeing his bare chest.

It looked very nice and healthy for a man his age. Asian
men age so well! I couldn’t keep my eyes off his chest
and arms, and then I felt myself blushing and looked
away.

“Don’t look away! Look at me,” he ordered. I looked to
see his hard, excited penis sticking straight out at me.
He grabbed my trembling hand and placed it firmly over
it. His mouth went over mine with soft kisses. His
breath tasted minty and fresh, as his tongue went inside
my mouth. We kissed and kissed as he guided my hand back
and forth on his penis.

He whispered while still kissing me, “I like you. I want
you so much, I never had a black girl before, only with
my wife and noone else. Oh my god, you’re so pretty and
so good. Your a good girl, so innocent, such smooth
light skin.”

My hand was still on his erect penis as his hand lifted
my tee-shirt and bra up, exposing my breasts. My body
was quivering as he stared at my light brown nipples.

“Amazing,” he breathed as his fingers began to rub over
them.

“I always wondered what your nipples would be like,” he
whispered kissing them carefully, “They are big and
round like childbirth.”

A chill went down my spine as he sucked on my left
nipple, and his fingers firmly pinched and pulled at the
other. I gasped, feeling my vagina tensing up. I felt so
sexually aroused and could not help but to moan softly
at the feeling he was giving to me. I felt my nipples
stiffening even harder by the moment. He grabbed my hand
at that moment and pulled me over to the small leather
couch.

He ordered me to lie back and spread my legs. My legs
were trembling and I was still very nervous.

“I said to spread your legs now,” he said to me.

I spread my legs a little bit, but not very much. His
strong hands pried my legs apart as he lay on top of me.
His hands held my arms down firmly on the couch.

“There is fear in your eyes” he said “Are you afraid of
this?”

I nodded slowly, “Yes sir… but we shouldn’t do
this…”

“Shhhh, this is between us. Do not tell anyone about
this.”

I closed my eyes tight as his hard penis penetrated my
tight wetness. I tried to catch my breath as it pushed
inside me harder.

“Its very tight” he whispered “You have been such a good
girl Juana.”

I tried to hold in my sobs but it felt a mixture of
pleasure and pain. He thrust and thrust, as his fingers
dug into the flesh of my arms. I whimpered as he was all
the way deep inside me. His hands went to my thick,
curly hair and stroked it softly, as his thrusts became
lighter and more gentle. He sniffed the soft strands of
my hair, inhaling its strong scent of jasmine shampoo.

Deeper and deeper he pushed and then faster. My heavy
breasts were bobbing around wildly as our bodies shook
together. I cried out as his penis began to swell inside
me. His hand went over my mouth, covering my sobs. He
grunted as his thrusts became aggressive and rough
pushes. I felt myself orgasming strongly and my sobs
became soft repeated moans. His hand slid away from my
mouth and gripped my hips so tightly.

He spurt deep inside me, and I felt it as he released
his juices from his penis. My vagina began to quiver
intensely as my honey began to pour from it. I lay there
quivering in orgasming ecstasy and he held my body…
kissing my breasts and neck.

He sat up and stared down at me. I lay there unsure and
feeling so awkward. He covered himself with a towel from
a nearby cabinet and left the room shortly. I lie there
confused, and feeling so strange. He came back into the
room wet from shower water, and smelling strong of fresh
soap.

“Go and clean up. Hurry!” he ordered me. He handed me a
towel from the cabinet and motioned for me to go to the
shower. I showered and dried off with the towel. I
stepped into the dressing room and pulled out some extra
clothes from my locker. I went to his office and stood
near the doorway.

“Come here,” he said. I walked into the room as he stood
before me.

“You must not tell anyone what happened. If you do, it
will be trouble… do you understand? I am a respected
man. If they know all of this, it will be problems.
Okay?” he said to me.

“Yes sir,” I answered. His lips kissed my lips briefly
as he said “My wife is the only woman I have ever been
with. Besides her was my first wife. I am a faithful man
and I don’t want my wife to find out.”

I nodded quietly, “Yes… I understand.”

He slid a 100 dollar bill inside my pocket, and patted
my ass like I was a child or something.

I went into the hallway and sat down on the lounge
chair, putting on my socks and shoes…

Tears rolled down my cheeks softly.

END