[Story Poll] Special yoga courses with the Wii Fit Trainer (Patreon)

The following story includes intense sexual content, and elements of foot fetish, such as footjobs. All characters depicted in this work are adults.

Note: The content of this story is purely fictional.

“Did you know that sitting at the computer for hours at a time boosts the risk of obesity, heart disease, type 2 diabetes, and some types of cancer, Anonymous?” The doctor said to me, reviewing my medical record. “Regular exercise is one of the best things you can do for your health.”

Those words were like a death sentence for me. I had to do something, but what? There is no gym near my house, and my long and demanding working hours make it impossible for me to get far from my daily route.

Then, as if destiny was calling me, I saw a yoga workshop a few meters away from my office. It was ridiculous that I hadn't noticed until now. I was greeted in the reception area by a girl with quite pale skin (maybe she was a foreigner), and a ponytail, who scanned me.

She was kind and explained to me everything I should know. But there was a great picture on the wall, which shows a cutie seated forward, in a bend yoga pose, and exposing both soles. So, I can't help, but I take a look at them from time to time. Fortunately, the receptionist didn't notice.

None of the class times had fitted into my schedule, so after she thought about it, she suggested an alternative: private sessions. “A special service.” She emphasized. The price seemed to be a bit high, but the girl insisted that it was just what a guy like me needed.

Finally, the day had arrived, and I couldn't be less motivated. I took my stuff and headed to the yoga workshop. I was at the arranged time, but to my surprise, the place was like a ghost town. Even the reception was empty.

“Hi, there! Are you ready for our first class?” A woman appeared behind me, scaring the shit out of me.

I turned around, and there was the receptionist who greeted me the first time. I didn't know she was one of the teachers.

She had pale white skin, and her body was well endowed, with a subtle muscle definition in the shoulders and thighs, being her waist trim and curvy. She was wearing a blue tank top and black spandex yoga pants, but no shoes.

She introduced herself as the Wii Fit Trainer, and after patting me on the back to cheer me up, she accompanied me to one of the rooms, where the class was about to begin. 

“Excuse me, trainer. Where is everybody?” I asked while I was putting on the floor my yoga mat. “I know it's almost 11 at night, but we seem to be the only ones in the whole building.”

“You're right, Anon. We are the only ones around here.” She smiled at me. “After all, this is a private session, and I need you to not lose your focus.”

Then, she asked me to please stand on my feet, spreading them equally apart. “Loosen your shoulders and stay relaxed.” The pale woman added.

“Now, let's work together on Deep Breathing.” She continued giving me instructions, placing both of her hands on her stomach. “Slowly, lower your diaphragm, and inhale deeply. And exhale slowly by raising your diaphragm and deflating your stomach.”

I followed her instructions, attending to detail. At least, until I looked down, and I could take a look at her toes. They were long and slender, perfectly shaped. Her nails were unpolished, but it was clear that she took care of them. I was sure she had just received a pedicure. I know she kept talking because I could hear her voice, although I wasn't paying attention to her words anymore.

“Now, let's take a look at the jackknife.” The trainer stated. “First, watch me as I do this exercise. Place both feet together. Lie on your back, with both your arms stretched out. And raise your legs and upper body as if forming a V-shape.”

The thing is, when she lifted her legs, she put both of her soles right on my face, pressing them against it. I tried to remove her feet away from me, taking them by the ankles, but she pressed both harder, scrunching her toes this time.

Her soles were slightly dirty but had this nutty, and sweet scent. And they were so smooth, and wrinkled, that my dick became hard as soon as I felt the heat of them on my face. I was so surprised that I didn't realize that she could notice how aroused I was.

“Excuse me, what are you doing?” I asked, being my voice muffled by the meaty bottom of her feet.

“The first time I saw you, something told me that you were the kind of guy who spends a lot of time in front of a screen, playing video games or jerking off.” The Wii Fit girl replied to me, rubbing her soles all over my face. “And perverts like you come to our yoga courses all the time, only to take a look at the bare feet of our female clients. That's why I offered you our special service. That way, you receive more than you expected, and our other clients can take their classes without being disturbed.”

“I was looking to do some exercise. That's all.”

“Oh, yeah? Then, why couldn't you take your eyes off the picture of the barefoot girl at our reception?” She lowered her legs down, and extend one of them, pointing my crotch with her right foot. “And what about that bulge in your pants?”

“I'm serious, miss. It's not what you think, I swear!” I said, trying to cover up my erection with my hands.

“Just lie on your back, and pull it out.” She smiled.

After I did that, the Wii Fit Trainer turned over, and lying on her belly, positioned each of the balls of her feet on each side of my cockhead to hold it, and to give me a reverse foot-job. “And remember, Anonymous. Inhale deeply, and exhale, relaxing your stomach to let the air back in naturally.” She instructed.

“Okay, let's begin.” The yoga teacher stated. “Form a V-shape at the first inhalation, then lower yourself at the exhalation, thrusting your hips, and slipping your penis between my arches, and repeat.” She added as both of her feet moved up and down, all along the entire length of my shaft.

“That's it, keep breathing even as you tighten your muscles. Great job, keep it up!” She kept giving me positive vibes as I was following her instructions.

The movements of that woman were confident, and she was so skilled, her pair of pale beauties didn't lose my member even once. Not to mention that her toes kept scrunching and spreading with each stroke, making her tendons to pop out, which I found provocative.

She stopped every time she felt my meat pulsating between her arches and squeezed them tightly together as if she tried to impede me from ejaculating. But the trainer's efforts were useless because I started to feel the precum coming out, wetting her pronounced wrinkles.

“Are you feeling your abs tightening, Anon?” She asked.

Unable to respond, I can't help but just moaned and erupt. My dick shot a big blob to the air that landed on her pants, and feet, coating her silky soles.

“Quite impressive!” The Wii Fit girl noticed and turned her head back, opening her eyes wide, gasping surprised.

My seed was already dripping off her heels, even her toes, but after the initial reaction, she didn't seem to care. She just continued stroking my flaccid member.

“That was pretty good. Isn't it? Well, doing this every day could help you tighten your abs even further.” She commented.

“What does that mean?” I panted.

“It means: See you tomorrow at the same time.” She responded, taking a towel to clean the mess I made. “I mean, only if you are satisfied with our session.” She smiled.

“Of course, teacher… I'm more than satisfied.” I smiled back, lying on my back like a tired animal.