“Just keep an open mind, okay? This is your first time here, and the classes can get a little crazy but I swear it’s worth the money. He goes through a lot of real world scenarios.”
Skeptical as he was, Robert followed his girlfriend down the street, passing storefront after storefront, until finally reaching one with large glass windows. With almost no decoration, the only indicator that it was self-defense class was the small foldable sign propped near the door.
“Self-Defense for Women” the text read below a familiar black fist logo.
Unsure if they’d complain about him joining, Robert continued inside with his girlfriend, finding the other women sitting on yoga mats and waiting for the instructor to show up. Only getting a few looks, they found an open spot near the side and sat on the floor, now waiting like everyone else.
Getting a good look around the room, there was a typical martial arts vibe that most defense classes had. Some batons on the walls, stun-guns, foam knives, extra thick mats and foam blocks for demonstrations, along with colored belts, framed licenses and some banners that, most odd of all, displayed phrases that were very divisive and anti-white.
Despite it, the female crowd was made entirely of white women, who seemed very excited about the class. Robert’s girlfriend had joined in their whispered conversations too, remarking on how great the instructor was, how much they enjoyed the previous classes and how they felt so much safer with what they had learned.
Only a few minutes passed before a door was heard opening in the back, and suddenly everyone grew quiet. Finally the room’s back door opened, and the class full of women sat up straight as a tall and athletic black man stepped out from the back, grinning broadly at how many women had joined today’s lessons.
“Welcome, Ladies!” he said, scanning the crowd and pausing when seeing Robert.
His looks of surprise turned to a smile when Robert’s girlfriend raised her hand, seemingly embarrassed.
“I brought my boyfriend today,” she admitted, sounding almost … annoyed. “Is that okay?”
There was no hesitation in his answer. “That’s completely fine, Rachel! In fact I think it’ll make today’s session even better, because now I have someone to assist me with each of the scenarios!”
“Assist?”
“That is, if he doesn’t mind lending a hand.”
Robert felt a little overwhelmed, already being asked to help out the instructor. The black man also had a certain air about him, a boastfulness and energy that was hard to match. Every line he spoke was delivered not as a shout, but with a volume of excitement that had the women beaming.
Now being stared at by all the women, Robert cleared his throat and nodded, getting off the floor and to his feet again.
“Fantastic! You’re really gonna enjoy this, pal! Why don’t you come join me and tell everyone your name?”
Shuffling out of the crowd and towards the black man, it became very clear which of them was in better physical shape. Where the black instructor was muscled and wearing a tanktop and shorts, Robert was thinner, wearing longer clothes to conceal his lack of physicality.
“Well uh, I’m Robert, Rachel’s boyfriend.”
“Awesome! And have you ever been to a self-defense class before?”
“Uh, no I haven’t.”
“That’s perfectly fine! We’re gonna get you caught up to speed, and we’ll start teaching the girls to defend themselves in case they’re in a bad situation. Sounds good?”
“Sure.”
“Great! Okay well let’s start off by getting everyone warmed up! Can’t defend ourselves if we’re cold and slow moving, right?”
All the women agreed with big smiles.
In typical fashion, the instructor began the session with a series of simple exercises designed to get everyone’s heart rate up. Swinging their arms, doing squats, jumping jacks, stretches and even basic kicks and punches.
Robert stood at the front of the class beside the instructor, following along with the movements until everyone started getting a little winded. The instructor of course had more stamina than them all, and after a brisk warm up, he seemed entirely unphased.
“Okay I think that’s enough. Time to start the real fun! So Robert, let me walk you through what we do here.”
Still nervous, he stood quietly, trying to pretend he wasn’t winded while the black instructor waved his hands around as he spoke, his energy levels still much higher than Robert’s.
“So we’re going to use made-up scenarios that the girls might encounter in daily life, and help to educate them on how best to handle it. Make sense? So for example: say Rachel here has decided to go for a late night run through the park. It’s been a long day, work sucked, and she just wants to clear her head and burn off some energy. Well during that run, suddenly there’s some weirdo waiting in the bushes to jump her! How could she defend herself if he somehow managed to grab her?”
While the instructor had phrased the situation like an example, he ended up waiting on Robert to actually answer. A little caught off guard, he thought for a moment after looking over at his girlfriend, and running the idea through his head.
“Try to … kick him in the balls?”
A big smile crossed the instructor’s face. “That’s exactly what the girls said the first time! Now it’s not a bad idea of course, but in the heat of the moment, when a large man is grabbing and wrestling with you, it might not always be possible! Plus, if you add in the possibility that he expects you to try that, he might not leave himself open for it, so you need to think of something else!”
Robert nodded along.
“Okay, so on the wall over here we have some safety padding that you can wear. Slips under your clothes, ties with a strap. I want you to put it on, and we’ll act out the Weirdo in the Park scene.”
Gathering what he was told, Robert began fitting himself with various pads and foam protection gear, including a soft trainer like helmet. It took several minutes, but as he outfitted himself the instructor took time with the women to explain how the exercise would go.
Robert picked up bits and pieces of their talk, but still felt clueless about what was next. Luckily the instructor went over it once more, ready to start their first lesson as the girls set up some foam blocks, building a makeshift wall.
“Okay so the first thing we’ll do is have you hide behind these, waiting to jump out and grab whichever girl passes by.”
Robert nodded, moving into position behind the blocks.
“So remember, you’re safe in the pads, and she’s going to try and fight you, so don’t go easy! Really try to grab and wrestle her down! You and I know she’ll likely try to hit you in the groin, so be prepared for it.”
Nodding more, he set himself in a lower crouched position, looking ready to pounce. The very idea of jumping a girl in the park felt wrong to him, but of course it was something he’d never actually do. Still, to help the girls learn to defend themselves, it also felt a little rewarding.
“Now Janet, you’ll be the first to jog by and get grabbed. Just do whatever you feel is right, flail, punch, kick, it’s all about projecting yourself and being confident! Don’t be afraid to yell and get loud, that might save you life if you’re ever in a real situation like this. Also I paid to have this studio soundproofed, so don’t worry about the neighbors.”
Giving a signal, the young attractive girl now began walking down the room past all the foam blocks they had set up to be hedges. Robert was able to move around behind them, picking where he could jump her from, and when she passed by one, he lept out behind her, grabbing her from behind before attempting to drag her back behind the foam blocks.
For all the kicking and yelling, it found it very difficult to wrangle her down and behind the blocks, even as she punched, kicked and scratched at him. The instructor had been right too, as she went for his groin almost immediately.
Thankfully he was prepared, and after a bit more struggle their little pretend encounter was over. Giving full marks for both sides, the instructor praised the girl for making a lot of noise and making it very difficult for Robert to drag her away, while also giving him credit for making it as realistic as possible.
The next few sessions all went in similar fashion, and it seemed like Robert was getting the hang of things. Of course the instructor had other plans, as he now began talking about the next level of lessons, the at home scenarios.
“Okay! So Rachel might not have mentioned this about the class,” said the instructor, his tone still energetic and bouncy, “but these next lessons can get a little personal.”
“Personal?”
“That’s right, you see not every woman is going jogging in the park at night! No, sometimes self protection is needed in your own home, even against people you know!”
The girls all seemed to grin and nod, as if they knew exactly what he meant. Unsure, Robert remained quiet, letting the instructor continue.
“A lot of modern relationships are complicated, sometimes there are disagreements about the correct path to happiness, you feel me?”
Robert didn’t, but he nodded anyway.
“Great, I knew I had a good feeling about you! I half expected you to act like a lot of the other boyfriends that come in here, but you never once mentioned the flags or had a problem with them.”
With a grin, the dark skinned instructor gave a casual point to the banners in the room, the ones with black fists and rows of white figures bowing to it.
Slowly the pieces were starting to come together, but Robert’s trusting nature had made it too late to complain about it now. Whatever happened next, he’d just have to roll with it, too shy to make a fuss, and too afraid of looking stupid.
“Okay, so why don’t we start with a simple one?”
“Uhhm … sure,” he agreed, not sure what might happen next.
“Alright! Me and Rachel will kick things off, so go ahead and take off your protection equipment, and step behind the tower of foam blocks.”
Doing as he instructed, he watched Rachel happily race into place beside the instructor with a large smile. Removing the protection and putting it aside, he also watched the girls help as they brought over a chair and some yoga mats, setting them in front of the chair while some others built up the foam wall Robert was supposed to stand behind.
“Okay,” said the instructor, “when you’re ready Robert, get behind the blocks and wait for my signal okay? You’ll do great.”
“Sure.”
Nervous, feeling the tension and knowing something was different, he could feel his heart racing as he stepped behind the large foam blocks. Unable to see anything, he listened as the women giggled, the chair squeaked, clothing rustled and a sigh or two escaped someone’s lips.
It felt like he was behind the blocks for at least a full minute before anyone said anything, but finally the wait was over.
“Mmhh, okay, Robert … here’s the scenario: You’ve just worked a full shift at your job, another rough day … you’ve been yelled at a lot, the boss was an asshole and you’re worried they docked your pay. Nnghh … so you finally get home, you’re ready to kick back and relax with your beautiful girlfriend … so you open the door, walk into your living room … aaaaand-”
Robert could hear familiar noises now, but that last line was clearly his que to step out from behind the foam block. Taking a deep breath, he swiveled and turned the corner, stepping out to get a full view of what was happening.
In the chair sat the dark skinned instructor, his pants down around his ankles while Rachel sat on the yoga mat below, on her knees, and very clearly sucking his cock without a hint of shame or shyness.
Robert was frozen, unblinking from the shock of what he was seeing.
“Oh shit, yo boyfriend home early gurl-” said the instructor, his voice and demeanor changing completely, likely to fit the “made-up” scenario.
“Oh fuck, honey! Th-this isn’t what it looks like!”
Clearly they expected Robert to do something, to get angry and attack them, start shouting or crying, but he simply stood there like a deer in the headlights, staring at Rachel’s lips as they rubbed across the black man's long veiny cock, his low hanging balls cupped in her soft white hand.
The instructor broke character for a moment, looking left to right with an expression of confusion.
“Uhh … Robert? Hello? Angry boyfriend?”
He still didn’t move.
Rachel stared at him, her lips moving from the shaft to the leaking purple head, sucking the tip even as he watched.
“Well shit this is a new reaction,” chuckled the instructor, “can one of you girls snap him out of it?”
Now moving his hand to the back of Rachel’s head, he made no effort to stop the blowjob, guiding her down and letting her please him all she wanted. Robert had zoned out so hard, he never noticed the girl approaching.
A quick smack to the face and he was jostled back to his senses, blinking and shaking his head slightly as he remembered what he was supposed to do. Now his hands shook, nerves taking over as he tried to wrap his head around the situation.
The easiest thing to do was be angry, and so he went with it.
“Wh-What the fuck,” he said quietly, seriously. “Rachel what the fuck!?”
“Mmhh?” she replied, her mouth full of dick.
“Yo, chill out white-boy … we’ll be done soon.”
Robert had never been a violent person, but with the excuse of being in a self-defense class, he began marching toward them, his fists balled. Clearly he was no match for the instructor, but in such a heated moment being rational had gone out the window.
The instructor now grinned, spreading his legs a little wider, clearly not about to jump up or defend himself. Instead he moaned, fueling Robert’s anger as he approached. Then, just when he was close enough to do something, and it looked like he might take a swing at them, Rachel’s fist shot out, and connected perfectly to Robert’s balls.
A blackout pain overwhelmed him, and after stumbling backwards Robert quickly collapsed on the floor, cradling his manhood. An orchestra of mocking laughter now filled the room, with every single girl almost doubled over in hysterics.
“Mmhh, fuck that was perfect Rachel!” praised the instructor, his cock still in her mouth.
Allowing her to suck him for a few more seconds, he eventually stood from the chair, his hard cock bouncing and swinging as he pulled up his pants and stuffed it away. The bulge and outline remained of course, even as he stepped across the room to help Robert up.
“I bet you weren’t expecting that, huh?”
The anger he had a moment ago was now gone, replaced with pain and a sense of isolation. Still, he struggled to get to his feet, unsure how to react with everyone staring at him.
“You did great, man,” praised the Instructor, “that’s exactly how most white boyfriends would react if they walked in and caught their girl blowing a black guy … but that’s just one scenario of many that these women might find themselves in.
They need to know how to stay calm and handle it, and at the same time, white-men like yourself should learn to control your anger, and know how to properly act if you’re ever in such a situation, right?”
Robert wasn’t sure how to react, but it seemed like they believed he was just acting. If he rolled with it, perhaps it wouldn’t get awkward and they could simply move on. He’d need to have a long talk with Rachel later, but in the middle of this class there was little he could do about it.
“Uhh … Y-Yeah of course, we uh … gotta learn.”
Robert continued to wince as his balls throbbed in pain. Struggling to stand upright, he had plenty of chances to glance at the instructor’s crotch, seeing the bulge and having a mixture of conflicting feelings.
“Okay, well I’ll give you a few minutes to recover, and in the meantime the girls and I will set up the next scene!”
Stepping aside, Robert limped his way off to the side while the girls moved the foam blocks to create a new imaginary scene. Pushing the larger blocks together to make a bed, the girls all chattered, giggled and hovering around the instructor.
Hoping to have a chance to talk to Rachel, no such opportunity arose as everyone quickly took their places, ready for the next scene. Now afraid of taking another shot to the balls, Robert made sure whatever this next lesson was, he wouldn’t lose his head over it, even as the black instructor stroked himself through his pants.
“Okay,” he began with his usual boisterous voice, “this next scenario takes place late at night when everything has calmed down, and you and your man are relaxing in bed together. Come on up, Robert.”
Surprised, it was he who would be laying in the bed this time, with Rachel joining him, cuddled up like they did almost every single night. It felt better to lay down, and with Rachel by his side, even stroking his thigh and groin, he felt a tad better about the situation.
Of course this was merely the set up, and he knew something else was about to happen. That’s when the instructor stepped away, and disappeared behind the same foam blocks Robert had.
“It’s late,” came his voice, “you and your man are relaxed, but feeling a little naughty.”
Rachel got into character immediately, already stroking Robert’s cock through his pants. Shockingly, even with the dull pain in his balls, his manhood awakened. She unzipped his pants, allowing him to wiggled them down as she began kissing him. For a moment he forgot everything else happening, that there were a dozen other women watching, that they were snickering, that this was part of a self-defense lesson.
Of course the taste of the black man’s cock entered his mouth after a few seconds, and while his cock didn’t go soft, he was certainly pulled out of the fantasy for a moment.
“You’ve both been looking forward to this,” the instructor’s voice came, “it’s been a while.”
It had actually been a while, and Robert wondered if they had somehow planned all this out ahead of time. Of course that couldn’t be, since Rachel was hesitant to even let him join her for the class. Only after some begging did she let him come, and now he understood why.
“That’s when there’s a sudden loud noise in the other room! A bang, a crack, did someone just break into your home?”
Rachel sat up, her hand still on Robert’s cock and squeezing. “What was that?” she asked, her acting very serious.
Doing his best to join in, he sat up too. “I-I don’t know … “
“Well go see!” she prodded him.
“Uhm, maybe we should just call the police.”
“Robert! Go check on it! Aren’t you the man of the house? Aren’t you supposed to protect me?”
He understood what she meant. This was supposed to be what to do if someone broke into their home. Of course if it were real he’d either lock the door and call the police, or get a weapon, neither of which he had access to now. Still, he shamefully tucked away his erection before getting out of the fake bed.
“Hurry! Go see!” she continued to prod.
“Fine, I’m going! Jeez, probably just the wind or something,” he added.
Stepping toward where the instructor was hiding, he felt butterflies in his stomach for a moment, suddenly unsure just how far the black man would take this. After all, he had already had Rachel suck his cock, and if he was willing to go that far-
“Surprise white-boy!” shouted the instructor as she spun around and grabbed Robert by the throat.
The women all gasped as he was pushed back into the “bedroom” and man-handled. Their difference in strength was clear, and while Robert tried to fight back, there was nothing he could do against someone so much bigger and stronger than him.
“Where the fuck you hidin’ the good shit-” he shouted, shaking Robert before backhanding him across the face.
The hit landed hard, and clearly not faked. The loud smack had all the girls gasp, some covering their mouths, others reaching between their legs. Shoved back, the instructor asked again, but then seemed to notice Rachel on the bed.
“Oh shit … Oh y'all were about to get down, huh? Mmhh, shit I think I could help with that … seein’ how yo weak ass white boyfriend can’t stop me … maybe I’ll just steal some white pussy tonight. What’chu think, white-boy? Play it smart, and I might let you have a good view while you watch.”
With his ears ringing from the hit, Robert couldn’t believe his cock was still hard, even with everyone still watching. The instructor clearly had an idea in mind about how this should go, and while Robert didn’t want to conform, he clearly had no other options.
“Pl-Please, sir,” he whimpered, the hand on his throat relaxing so he could speak better, “please let me watch.”
“Mmhh, I like that … you wanna, watch, do ya white-boy?”
“Robert!” Rachel shouted, sounding betrayed.
“I-I’m sorry, honey,” he continued, knowing what the instructor wanted to hear him say, “b-but he’s better than me … h-he can give you the pleasure you deserve.”
A big smile crept across the instructor's face, and several of the women in the room giggled.
“Yeeah, das right,” he chuckled, already lowering his pants while Rachel did the same. “Okay, white-boy, you sit right there on yo knees … and you watch.”
Pulling her to the edge of the foam mats, Rachel was already on all fours by the time Robert could sit up and look. Behind them both, he now had a view from below, looking up between the instructor’s legs to see his girlfriend’s shaven pussy, its lips being spread as his long dark cock pushed against her.
The entire class of women had gathered around now, all of whom had started masturbating. Unsure what to do, Robert rubbed the sore spot on his face before beginning to touch himself, knowing he couldn’t fight back, knowing they all might gang up and hurt him if he actually tried to stop the sex.
Just how long had his girlfriend been coming here? How long had she been getting fucked by this black man? All the nights she refused sex, all the smirking during the lazy handjobs, was it all because of this?
He wanted to cry, but managed to hold back his feelings.
“Mmmnhh, ooh that’s some tight pussy … fhuuck yeah.”
Robert lowered his head, feeling a crushing sadness in his chest. Slowly the sounds got louder, faster, the plap plap plap of their sex filling the room as all the women moaned around them, clearly waiting on their turns. How much longer would this lesson last? Would he fuck them all? Should Robert just leave without saying anything?
“Uunnhhh, fhuck yeah, fuckin’ some white-boy’s girl is the best!” grunted the instructor, the line between his acting voice and real voice blurring.
Robert wondered if all the other women had boyfriends and husbands. Was the self-defense class a total front, or were they being taught how to handle their spouse in case they were caught cheating, and needed to defend themselves? It all seemed to make sense.
“How’s the view white-boy? Nnuughh … you like watchin’ these black nuts? Mmhh … you wanna see me creampie her, right? See dis violent nigguh nut in yo girl? Let’s hear it, pinkie!”
As humiliated and hurt as he was, Robert had also become sexually deprived over the weeks. Cuckold that he was now, the desire for sexual enjoyment was already overriding his brain. Lowering his pants and getting a firm grip on his own dick, he blushed as the women snickered at him. If his relationship was already ruined, why not make the most of it while he could?
“Y-Yes sir,” he croaked, needing to clear his throat, “please cum inside my girlfriend.”
“Nnghhh! Fhuck yeah! That’s what I wanted to hear, white-boy!”
With everyone masturbating, the home intruder scenario played out to completion with the instructor eventually reaching orgasm. Rachel had wrapped her legs around his waist, kissed him repeatedly and praised him for being so strong and dominating, until eventually he unloaded everything into her unprotected pussy.
Robert had the best view from behind, watching his balls contract and tense up as his asshole winked with each jet he shot inside her. Their moans filled the studio, until finally they relaxed, and the black cock was very slowly removed from her, allowing his cum to spill everywhere.
Robert had cum too, his much smaller load squirting against the side of the foam mat and tiled floor. As powerful and enjoyable as it was, it soon became clear that the class was far from over.
“Mmnnhh … fuck that felt good,” said the instructor as he stepped back, turning and nearly hitting Robert in the face with his cum and pussy juice covered cock. Robert couldn’t look away.
“Th-Thank you, sir,” he blurted, “please take anything you want from our home.”
For a moment it was clear that the instructor had forgotten they were playing out a scene, but when it dawned on him, he went straight back into character.
“Y-Yeah! Dats right, bitch! Next time you hear a brotha come knockin’ you get on yo knees and let him in proper!”
With that, the intruder scenario had finished, and the women of the class surrounded the instructor, groping at his cock and kissing him, as if he were some famous celebrity. Robert merely tucked his sore cock away, and went to check on Rachel who was still laying on her back, legs spread, pussy oozing cum.
That’s when an opportunity arose, and with everyone else distracted by the instructor, Robert shuffled himself up between her thighs. Her face was covered with her arm, clearly resting and in the afterglow of a strong orgasm, but Robert saw his chance, hoping to salvage the situation, and to keep his girlfriend.
Rachel jumped in surprise, a moan escaping her lips as she moved her arm and looked down between her legs. There was Robert, his eyes locked onto hers, as his tongue invaded her pussy, eating her out as tenderly as he could, despite the sloppy mess of cum that filled his mouth.
Her surprise was only matched by the pleasure on her face, as she realized there wouldn’t be a big fight between them. Robert had somehow embraced the situation, and with her thighs closing on his head, she laid back and sighed, letting him continue as the instructor and girls watched, grinning.
After so much excitement, a small break would be needed for the couple, but while they rested the class had yet to reach its finale. There were still several lessons remaining, and plenty of horny women who wanted their turns, who needed to experience a home invasion, or a mugging, or several other scenarios that were planned.
Once Robert and Rachel were ready, the fun would resume, and things would only get more extreme.
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Skeptical as he was, Robert followed his girlfriend down the street, passing storefront after storefront, until finally reaching one with large glass windows. With almost no decoration, the only indicator that it was self-defense class was the small foldable sign propped near the door.
“Self-Defense for Women” the text read below a familiar black fist logo.
Unsure if they’d complain about him joining, Robert continued inside with his girlfriend, finding the other women sitting on yoga mats and waiting for the instructor to show up. Only getting a few looks, they found an open spot near the side and sat on the floor, now waiting like everyone else.
Getting a good look around the room, there was a typical martial arts vibe that most defense classes had. Some batons on the walls, stun-guns, foam knives, extra thick mats and foam blocks for demonstrations, along with colored belts, framed licenses and some banners that, most odd of all, displayed phrases that were very divisive and anti-white.
Despite it, the female crowd was made entirely of white women, who seemed very excited about the class. Robert’s girlfriend had joined in their whispered conversations too, remarking on how great the instructor was, how much they enjoyed the previous classes and how they felt so much safer with what they had learned.
Only a few minutes passed before a door was heard opening in the back, and suddenly everyone grew quiet. Finally the room’s back door opened, and the class full of women sat up straight as a tall and athletic black man stepped out from the back, grinning broadly at how many women had joined today’s lessons.
“Welcome, Ladies!” he said, scanning the crowd and pausing when seeing Robert.
His looks of surprise turned to a smile when Robert’s girlfriend raised her hand, seemingly embarrassed.
“I brought my boyfriend today,” she admitted, sounding almost … annoyed. “Is that okay?”
There was no hesitation in his answer. “That’s completely fine, Rachel! In fact I think it’ll make today’s session even better, because now I have someone to assist me with each of the scenarios!”
“Assist?”
“That is, if he doesn’t mind lending a hand.”
Robert felt a little overwhelmed, already being asked to help out the instructor. The black man also had a certain air about him, a boastfulness and energy that was hard to match. Every line he spoke was delivered not as a shout, but with a volume of excitement that had the women beaming.
Now being stared at by all the women, Robert cleared his throat and nodded, getting off the floor and to his feet again.
“Fantastic! You’re really gonna enjoy this, pal! Why don’t you come join me and tell everyone your name?”
Shuffling out of the crowd and towards the black man, it became very clear which of them was in better physical shape. Where the black instructor was muscled and wearing a tanktop and shorts, Robert was thinner, wearing longer clothes to conceal his lack of physicality.
“Well uh, I’m Robert, Rachel’s boyfriend.”
“Awesome! And have you ever been to a self-defense class before?”
“Uh, no I haven’t.”
“That’s perfectly fine! We’re gonna get you caught up to speed, and we’ll start teaching the girls to defend themselves in case they’re in a bad situation. Sounds good?”
“Sure.”
“Great! Okay well let’s start off by getting everyone warmed up! Can’t defend ourselves if we’re cold and slow moving, right?”
All the women agreed with big smiles.
In typical fashion, the instructor began the session with a series of simple exercises designed to get everyone’s heart rate up. Swinging their arms, doing squats, jumping jacks, stretches and even basic kicks and punches.
Robert stood at the front of the class beside the instructor, following along with the movements until everyone started getting a little winded. The instructor of course had more stamina than them all, and after a brisk warm up, he seemed entirely unphased.
“Okay I think that’s enough. Time to start the real fun! So Robert, let me walk you through what we do here.”
Still nervous, he stood quietly, trying to pretend he wasn’t winded while the black instructor waved his hands around as he spoke, his energy levels still much higher than Robert’s.
“So we’re going to use made-up scenarios that the girls might encounter in daily life, and help to educate them on how best to handle it. Make sense? So for example: say Rachel here has decided to go for a late night run through the park. It’s been a long day, work sucked, and she just wants to clear her head and burn off some energy. Well during that run, suddenly there’s some weirdo waiting in the bushes to jump her! How could she defend herself if he somehow managed to grab her?”
While the instructor had phrased the situation like an example, he ended up waiting on Robert to actually answer. A little caught off guard, he thought for a moment after looking over at his girlfriend, and running the idea through his head.
“Try to … kick him in the balls?”
A big smile crossed the instructor’s face. “That’s exactly what the girls said the first time! Now it’s not a bad idea of course, but in the heat of the moment, when a large man is grabbing and wrestling with you, it might not always be possible! Plus, if you add in the possibility that he expects you to try that, he might not leave himself open for it, so you need to think of something else!”
Robert nodded along.
“Okay, so on the wall over here we have some safety padding that you can wear. Slips under your clothes, ties with a strap. I want you to put it on, and we’ll act out the Weirdo in the Park scene.”
Gathering what he was told, Robert began fitting himself with various pads and foam protection gear, including a soft trainer like helmet. It took several minutes, but as he outfitted himself the instructor took time with the women to explain how the exercise would go.
Robert picked up bits and pieces of their talk, but still felt clueless about what was next. Luckily the instructor went over it once more, ready to start their first lesson as the girls set up some foam blocks, building a makeshift wall.
“Okay so the first thing we’ll do is have you hide behind these, waiting to jump out and grab whichever girl passes by.”
Robert nodded, moving into position behind the blocks.
“So remember, you’re safe in the pads, and she’s going to try and fight you, so don’t go easy! Really try to grab and wrestle her down! You and I know she’ll likely try to hit you in the groin, so be prepared for it.”
Nodding more, he set himself in a lower crouched position, looking ready to pounce. The very idea of jumping a girl in the park felt wrong to him, but of course it was something he’d never actually do. Still, to help the girls learn to defend themselves, it also felt a little rewarding.
“Now Janet, you’ll be the first to jog by and get grabbed. Just do whatever you feel is right, flail, punch, kick, it’s all about projecting yourself and being confident! Don’t be afraid to yell and get loud, that might save you life if you’re ever in a real situation like this. Also I paid to have this studio soundproofed, so don’t worry about the neighbors.”
Giving a signal, the young attractive girl now began walking down the room past all the foam blocks they had set up to be hedges. Robert was able to move around behind them, picking where he could jump her from, and when she passed by one, he lept out behind her, grabbing her from behind before attempting to drag her back behind the foam blocks.
For all the kicking and yelling, it found it very difficult to wrangle her down and behind the blocks, even as she punched, kicked and scratched at him. The instructor had been right too, as she went for his groin almost immediately.
Thankfully he was prepared, and after a bit more struggle their little pretend encounter was over. Giving full marks for both sides, the instructor praised the girl for making a lot of noise and making it very difficult for Robert to drag her away, while also giving him credit for making it as realistic as possible.
The next few sessions all went in similar fashion, and it seemed like Robert was getting the hang of things. Of course the instructor had other plans, as he now began talking about the next level of lessons, the at home scenarios.
“Okay! So Rachel might not have mentioned this about the class,” said the instructor, his tone still energetic and bouncy, “but these next lessons can get a little personal.”
“Personal?”
“That’s right, you see not every woman is going jogging in the park at night! No, sometimes self protection is needed in your own home, even against people you know!”
The girls all seemed to grin and nod, as if they knew exactly what he meant. Unsure, Robert remained quiet, letting the instructor continue.
“A lot of modern relationships are complicated, sometimes there are disagreements about the correct path to happiness, you feel me?”
Robert didn’t, but he nodded anyway.
“Great, I knew I had a good feeling about you! I half expected you to act like a lot of the other boyfriends that come in here, but you never once mentioned the flags or had a problem with them.”
With a grin, the dark skinned instructor gave a casual point to the banners in the room, the ones with black fists and rows of white figures bowing to it.
Slowly the pieces were starting to come together, but Robert’s trusting nature had made it too late to complain about it now. Whatever happened next, he’d just have to roll with it, too shy to make a fuss, and too afraid of looking stupid.
“Okay, so why don’t we start with a simple one?”
“Uhhm … sure,” he agreed, not sure what might happen next.
“Alright! Me and Rachel will kick things off, so go ahead and take off your protection equipment, and step behind the tower of foam blocks.”
Doing as he instructed, he watched Rachel happily race into place beside the instructor with a large smile. Removing the protection and putting it aside, he also watched the girls help as they brought over a chair and some yoga mats, setting them in front of the chair while some others built up the foam wall Robert was supposed to stand behind.
“Okay,” said the instructor, “when you’re ready Robert, get behind the blocks and wait for my signal okay? You’ll do great.”
“Sure.”
Nervous, feeling the tension and knowing something was different, he could feel his heart racing as he stepped behind the large foam blocks. Unable to see anything, he listened as the women giggled, the chair squeaked, clothing rustled and a sigh or two escaped someone’s lips.
It felt like he was behind the blocks for at least a full minute before anyone said anything, but finally the wait was over.
“Mmhh, okay, Robert … here’s the scenario: You’ve just worked a full shift at your job, another rough day … you’ve been yelled at a lot, the boss was an asshole and you’re worried they docked your pay. Nnghh … so you finally get home, you’re ready to kick back and relax with your beautiful girlfriend … so you open the door, walk into your living room … aaaaand-”
Robert could hear familiar noises now, but that last line was clearly his que to step out from behind the foam block. Taking a deep breath, he swiveled and turned the corner, stepping out to get a full view of what was happening.
In the chair sat the dark skinned instructor, his pants down around his ankles while Rachel sat on the yoga mat below, on her knees, and very clearly sucking his cock without a hint of shame or shyness.
Robert was frozen, unblinking from the shock of what he was seeing.
“Oh shit, yo boyfriend home early gurl-” said the instructor, his voice and demeanor changing completely, likely to fit the “made-up” scenario.
“Oh fuck, honey! Th-this isn’t what it looks like!”
Clearly they expected Robert to do something, to get angry and attack them, start shouting or crying, but he simply stood there like a deer in the headlights, staring at Rachel’s lips as they rubbed across the black man's long veiny cock, his low hanging balls cupped in her soft white hand.
The instructor broke character for a moment, looking left to right with an expression of confusion.
“Uhh … Robert? Hello? Angry boyfriend?”
He still didn’t move.
Rachel stared at him, her lips moving from the shaft to the leaking purple head, sucking the tip even as he watched.
“Well shit this is a new reaction,” chuckled the instructor, “can one of you girls snap him out of it?”
Now moving his hand to the back of Rachel’s head, he made no effort to stop the blowjob, guiding her down and letting her please him all she wanted. Robert had zoned out so hard, he never noticed the girl approaching.
A quick smack to the face and he was jostled back to his senses, blinking and shaking his head slightly as he remembered what he was supposed to do. Now his hands shook, nerves taking over as he tried to wrap his head around the situation.
The easiest thing to do was be angry, and so he went with it.
“Wh-What the fuck,” he said quietly, seriously. “Rachel what the fuck!?”
“Mmhh?” she replied, her mouth full of dick.
“Yo, chill out white-boy … we’ll be done soon.”
Robert had never been a violent person, but with the excuse of being in a self-defense class, he began marching toward them, his fists balled. Clearly he was no match for the instructor, but in such a heated moment being rational had gone out the window.
The instructor now grinned, spreading his legs a little wider, clearly not about to jump up or defend himself. Instead he moaned, fueling Robert’s anger as he approached. Then, just when he was close enough to do something, and it looked like he might take a swing at them, Rachel’s fist shot out, and connected perfectly to Robert’s balls.
A blackout pain overwhelmed him, and after stumbling backwards Robert quickly collapsed on the floor, cradling his manhood. An orchestra of mocking laughter now filled the room, with every single girl almost doubled over in hysterics.
“Mmhh, fuck that was perfect Rachel!” praised the instructor, his cock still in her mouth.
Allowing her to suck him for a few more seconds, he eventually stood from the chair, his hard cock bouncing and swinging as he pulled up his pants and stuffed it away. The bulge and outline remained of course, even as he stepped across the room to help Robert up.
“I bet you weren’t expecting that, huh?”
The anger he had a moment ago was now gone, replaced with pain and a sense of isolation. Still, he struggled to get to his feet, unsure how to react with everyone staring at him.
“You did great, man,” praised the Instructor, “that’s exactly how most white boyfriends would react if they walked in and caught their girl blowing a black guy … but that’s just one scenario of many that these women might find themselves in.
They need to know how to stay calm and handle it, and at the same time, white-men like yourself should learn to control your anger, and know how to properly act if you’re ever in such a situation, right?”
Robert wasn’t sure how to react, but it seemed like they believed he was just acting. If he rolled with it, perhaps it wouldn’t get awkward and they could simply move on. He’d need to have a long talk with Rachel later, but in the middle of this class there was little he could do about it.
“Uhh … Y-Yeah of course, we uh … gotta learn.”
Robert continued to wince as his balls throbbed in pain. Struggling to stand upright, he had plenty of chances to glance at the instructor’s crotch, seeing the bulge and having a mixture of conflicting feelings.
“Okay, well I’ll give you a few minutes to recover, and in the meantime the girls and I will set up the next scene!”
Stepping aside, Robert limped his way off to the side while the girls moved the foam blocks to create a new imaginary scene. Pushing the larger blocks together to make a bed, the girls all chattered, giggled and hovering around the instructor.
Hoping to have a chance to talk to Rachel, no such opportunity arose as everyone quickly took their places, ready for the next scene. Now afraid of taking another shot to the balls, Robert made sure whatever this next lesson was, he wouldn’t lose his head over it, even as the black instructor stroked himself through his pants.
“Okay,” he began with his usual boisterous voice, “this next scenario takes place late at night when everything has calmed down, and you and your man are relaxing in bed together. Come on up, Robert.”
Surprised, it was he who would be laying in the bed this time, with Rachel joining him, cuddled up like they did almost every single night. It felt better to lay down, and with Rachel by his side, even stroking his thigh and groin, he felt a tad better about the situation.
Of course this was merely the set up, and he knew something else was about to happen. That’s when the instructor stepped away, and disappeared behind the same foam blocks Robert had.
“It’s late,” came his voice, “you and your man are relaxed, but feeling a little naughty.”
Rachel got into character immediately, already stroking Robert’s cock through his pants. Shockingly, even with the dull pain in his balls, his manhood awakened. She unzipped his pants, allowing him to wiggled them down as she began kissing him. For a moment he forgot everything else happening, that there were a dozen other women watching, that they were snickering, that this was part of a self-defense lesson.
Of course the taste of the black man’s cock entered his mouth after a few seconds, and while his cock didn’t go soft, he was certainly pulled out of the fantasy for a moment.
“You’ve both been looking forward to this,” the instructor’s voice came, “it’s been a while.”
It had actually been a while, and Robert wondered if they had somehow planned all this out ahead of time. Of course that couldn’t be, since Rachel was hesitant to even let him join her for the class. Only after some begging did she let him come, and now he understood why.
“That’s when there’s a sudden loud noise in the other room! A bang, a crack, did someone just break into your home?”
Rachel sat up, her hand still on Robert’s cock and squeezing. “What was that?” she asked, her acting very serious.
Doing his best to join in, he sat up too. “I-I don’t know … “
“Well go see!” she prodded him.
“Uhm, maybe we should just call the police.”
“Robert! Go check on it! Aren’t you the man of the house? Aren’t you supposed to protect me?”
He understood what she meant. This was supposed to be what to do if someone broke into their home. Of course if it were real he’d either lock the door and call the police, or get a weapon, neither of which he had access to now. Still, he shamefully tucked away his erection before getting out of the fake bed.
“Hurry! Go see!” she continued to prod.
“Fine, I’m going! Jeez, probably just the wind or something,” he added.
Stepping toward where the instructor was hiding, he felt butterflies in his stomach for a moment, suddenly unsure just how far the black man would take this. After all, he had already had Rachel suck his cock, and if he was willing to go that far-
“Surprise white-boy!” shouted the instructor as she spun around and grabbed Robert by the throat.
The women all gasped as he was pushed back into the “bedroom” and man-handled. Their difference in strength was clear, and while Robert tried to fight back, there was nothing he could do against someone so much bigger and stronger than him.
“Where the fuck you hidin’ the good shit-” he shouted, shaking Robert before backhanding him across the face.
The hit landed hard, and clearly not faked. The loud smack had all the girls gasp, some covering their mouths, others reaching between their legs. Shoved back, the instructor asked again, but then seemed to notice Rachel on the bed.
“Oh shit … Oh y'all were about to get down, huh? Mmhh, shit I think I could help with that … seein’ how yo weak ass white boyfriend can’t stop me … maybe I’ll just steal some white pussy tonight. What’chu think, white-boy? Play it smart, and I might let you have a good view while you watch.”
With his ears ringing from the hit, Robert couldn’t believe his cock was still hard, even with everyone still watching. The instructor clearly had an idea in mind about how this should go, and while Robert didn’t want to conform, he clearly had no other options.
“Pl-Please, sir,” he whimpered, the hand on his throat relaxing so he could speak better, “please let me watch.”
“Mmhh, I like that … you wanna, watch, do ya white-boy?”
“Robert!” Rachel shouted, sounding betrayed.
“I-I’m sorry, honey,” he continued, knowing what the instructor wanted to hear him say, “b-but he’s better than me … h-he can give you the pleasure you deserve.”
A big smile crept across the instructor's face, and several of the women in the room giggled.
“Yeeah, das right,” he chuckled, already lowering his pants while Rachel did the same. “Okay, white-boy, you sit right there on yo knees … and you watch.”
Pulling her to the edge of the foam mats, Rachel was already on all fours by the time Robert could sit up and look. Behind them both, he now had a view from below, looking up between the instructor’s legs to see his girlfriend’s shaven pussy, its lips being spread as his long dark cock pushed against her.
The entire class of women had gathered around now, all of whom had started masturbating. Unsure what to do, Robert rubbed the sore spot on his face before beginning to touch himself, knowing he couldn’t fight back, knowing they all might gang up and hurt him if he actually tried to stop the sex.
Just how long had his girlfriend been coming here? How long had she been getting fucked by this black man? All the nights she refused sex, all the smirking during the lazy handjobs, was it all because of this?
He wanted to cry, but managed to hold back his feelings.
“Mmmnhh, ooh that’s some tight pussy … fhuuck yeah.”
Robert lowered his head, feeling a crushing sadness in his chest. Slowly the sounds got louder, faster, the plap plap plap of their sex filling the room as all the women moaned around them, clearly waiting on their turns. How much longer would this lesson last? Would he fuck them all? Should Robert just leave without saying anything?
“Uunnhhh, fhuck yeah, fuckin’ some white-boy’s girl is the best!” grunted the instructor, the line between his acting voice and real voice blurring.
Robert wondered if all the other women had boyfriends and husbands. Was the self-defense class a total front, or were they being taught how to handle their spouse in case they were caught cheating, and needed to defend themselves? It all seemed to make sense.
“How’s the view white-boy? Nnuughh … you like watchin’ these black nuts? Mmhh … you wanna see me creampie her, right? See dis violent nigguh nut in yo girl? Let’s hear it, pinkie!”
As humiliated and hurt as he was, Robert had also become sexually deprived over the weeks. Cuckold that he was now, the desire for sexual enjoyment was already overriding his brain. Lowering his pants and getting a firm grip on his own dick, he blushed as the women snickered at him. If his relationship was already ruined, why not make the most of it while he could?
“Y-Yes sir,” he croaked, needing to clear his throat, “please cum inside my girlfriend.”
“Nnghhh! Fhuck yeah! That’s what I wanted to hear, white-boy!”
With everyone masturbating, the home intruder scenario played out to completion with the instructor eventually reaching orgasm. Rachel had wrapped her legs around his waist, kissed him repeatedly and praised him for being so strong and dominating, until eventually he unloaded everything into her unprotected pussy.
Robert had the best view from behind, watching his balls contract and tense up as his asshole winked with each jet he shot inside her. Their moans filled the studio, until finally they relaxed, and the black cock was very slowly removed from her, allowing his cum to spill everywhere.
Robert had cum too, his much smaller load squirting against the side of the foam mat and tiled floor. As powerful and enjoyable as it was, it soon became clear that the class was far from over.
“Mmnnhh … fuck that felt good,” said the instructor as he stepped back, turning and nearly hitting Robert in the face with his cum and pussy juice covered cock. Robert couldn’t look away.
“Th-Thank you, sir,” he blurted, “please take anything you want from our home.”
For a moment it was clear that the instructor had forgotten they were playing out a scene, but when it dawned on him, he went straight back into character.
“Y-Yeah! Dats right, bitch! Next time you hear a brotha come knockin’ you get on yo knees and let him in proper!”
With that, the intruder scenario had finished, and the women of the class surrounded the instructor, groping at his cock and kissing him, as if he were some famous celebrity. Robert merely tucked his sore cock away, and went to check on Rachel who was still laying on her back, legs spread, pussy oozing cum.
That’s when an opportunity arose, and with everyone else distracted by the instructor, Robert shuffled himself up between her thighs. Her face was covered with her arm, clearly resting and in the afterglow of a strong orgasm, but Robert saw his chance, hoping to salvage the situation, and to keep his girlfriend.
Rachel jumped in surprise, a moan escaping her lips as she moved her arm and looked down between her legs. There was Robert, his eyes locked onto hers, as his tongue invaded her pussy, eating her out as tenderly as he could, despite the sloppy mess of cum that filled his mouth.
Her surprise was only matched by the pleasure on her face, as she realized there wouldn’t be a big fight between them. Robert had somehow embraced the situation, and with her thighs closing on his head, she laid back and sighed, letting him continue as the instructor and girls watched, grinning.
After so much excitement, a small break would be needed for the couple, but while they rested the class had yet to reach its finale. There were still several lessons remaining, and plenty of horny women who wanted their turns, who needed to experience a home invasion, or a mugging, or several other scenarios that were planned.
Once Robert and Rachel were ready, the fun would resume, and things would only get more extreme.
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This was written as a weekly short from my Sinister Shorts Series.
You can find it, and dozens more like it through my SubscribeStar's discord/google drive!
