The cab device driver watched hungrily as the umbrella holding Elena Kane stepped over the puddle at the base of the curb on her way from his cab to the entrance of the gym. The old blackened man had been stealing looks at the now slender and pretty Hawaiian beauty the whole ride in his rear-view mirror as she sat with her farsighted beautiful legs crossed exposing her upper thighs in the book binding seat of his cab. One last look at those legs as they sashayed into the building was trusted enough to bring home the bacon some decent spank-bank material during a few future rub and tug sessions for the old blacken man.

Elena wasn't always this fit though. In fact, she was a skilful 75 quid overweight for most of her adult life sentence. The 32-year-old beaut had spent the by twelvemonth working out at Flash's Fitness Factory, adhering to a rigorous and unique fitness regime that has allowed her to shed the pounds systematically and work Elena's body into a buxom delight to any man's eyes.

Growing up in HI and raised by a Polynesian mother and a Caucasian forefather, the 4'10"short girl with the moderately boldness and coloured short hairsbreadth was always tragically overweight. At her heaviest, Elena would tip the scales at 187 pounds which given her abruptly stature would make her look like a roly-poly little bollock of flesh. It always was a major rootage of Elena's low self-esteem because she truly wasn't really a weighty eater. The food for thought she ate wasn't the healthiest but it wasn't like she was frequenting the fast intellectual nourishment drive-thru either.

Elena's exercising weight was also a John R. Major problem in her three-year failed matrimony too. Her now ex-husband Peter used to tease her mercilessly and cruelly which culminated the doomed conjugation into divorce. She was 26 at the time and Hawaii became a lieu that Elena just didn't want to be anymore. She decided to move to the mainland and ended up in an apartment in downtown Los Angeles, and got a overnice low-level job in a secretarial pool.

One day, Elena's new ally from work Sherri Kimbelsen began raving about a unique and successful gym in the Willowbrook area that catered specifically to heavy adult female, and helped them slough undesirable pounding. Sherri seemed very adamantine about Elena giving this particular curriculum a try. The sell job was really aggressive and well-rehearsed.

Elena :"I don't know Sherri. Isn't Willowbrook a bad domain ? I mean, isn't there's a lot of work party there ? Mostly black ones too. I'm just not sure."

Sherri :"fountainhead yes, but I'm telling you that this gym, it's well worth it. I myself always was a full 25 Lebanese pound heavier, and no matter what I did I just couldn't lose that weight. Then I went to instant Dr. Johnson's gym and within hebdomad I looked like this."

She put her implements of war out in projection of her fit figure. Sherri was beautiful and looked as physically fit as a super-model would calculate. Everywhere that she went men were always hitting on her. Elena never saw Sherri out with a man which was a small odd, but she always would pull in attention especially from the bosses in work. She stood at 5'8 ”, 113 lbs. with 34-22-32 measurement, long blond hair halfway down her backbone, and the foresightful legs showcased by the types of high school heels that she always wore. Sherri was a thunderbolt, the typical Cali smoking hot blonde, and she always dressed that way too, wearing short circuit doll and segmentation showing blouses.

Elena :"Oh I don't think I could ever calculate like you do, no matter how much I exercise."

Sherri :"discontinue it ! You are a very middling girl. All you've got to do is lose the weight. I'm telling you, go see New York minute. He'll help you out. After a few week of his program you won't believe how great you'll expression. It's a life changer."

Elena :"Well, I DO have a inspection and repair break coming up. I suppose it can't hurt to go check it out."

In an effort to keep a new image among their clients, the company that staffed the secretarial pond gave the ladies employed with them a yearly five-week vacation break. It was a dainty benefit that wasn't common with other company but it did marvel for the cleaning woman who worked for them. It also stocked their customer with a revolving door of fresh faces which made a business look like it employed a lot more mass than it really had. It made them appear successful.

Sherri :"serious idea ! Five weeks of newsbreak is exactly what you could use. I guarantee that you come back as a new woman."

Elena :"Gee I hope you are right. okeh, I'll do it ! But when I get thin you better hire me out to some clubs."

Sherri's nerve changed a little to a facial expression of negative surprisal. Then she quickly smiled to enshroud up what she was thinking. She knew that once Elena started the program that she wouldn't have any time to go out to society and party. In fact, there was a lot that Sherri wasn't telling her that Elena would soon find out. Never-the-less, she promised.

Sherri :"Oh we will definitely go out and celebrate."

That conversation was on a Wednesday. The following Sunday morning and a day into her service rupture, Elena put on a distich of lather pants and a loose-fitting sweatshirt and a pair of white sneakers. She decided to go to Willowbrook to check out New York minute's gym. Twenty instant later after exiting a bus and walking a few blockage, she stood in movement of Flash's Fitness factory. It was a very drear looking blank space on the corner of an L-shaped miniskirt cartoon strip plaza next to a flea-bitten strong drink memory board. The hoi polloi on the street walk by her were all mordant, and standing there in her stew she sure enough stuck out like a sore thumb. Finally, she summoned the bravery to go inside.

Inside, there was a quiet and deserted gym with a few rows of different practice session automobile lined up. It was a pretty big room that had a big receptive field after the motorcar, and way at the spine of it all was a desk with a marvelous hefty black man sitting at it. Elena looked down at her feet and swallowed, then walked through the vacate gym towards the man. The squeaks on the level from her sneakers echoed off the gym rampart, but the big black man never looked up at her from his newspaper until she was right in front end of his desk.

ostentation :"Ahh yes. I know exactly who YOU are. My girl Sherri told me all about your little stumpy ass."

His phonation was very gruff and loud and it caught Elena off guard. She didn't know that Sherri had already told him about her. She stood there a bit nervous and a lilliputian embarrassed and didn't say anything.

flash :"You're not a fucking mute, are you ? You're Elena Kane, right ?"

Elena :"Yes. Yes, I'm Elena."

Flash :"wellspring fucking answer me when I ask you a motion ! Now let me see, Sherri was right. You DO feature a pretty face. Much prettier than most. Hold on a second… ..."

He bent down and reached into a lower berth drawer of the filing console behind his chair and pulled out a pink sport bra and shorts set with the gym's logo on them. He then turned back around and tossed them on the desk in front of Elena.

photoflash :"Here ya go, go in that cabinet room over there and change into these. I got ta see what I've got here and with that greyness freak you got on, I can't see anything. Besides, we gon na do a few weights today and you're gon na need something tighter on."

Elena tentatively picked up the clothes and walked slowly towards the storage locker room. She wasn't expecting to set out any workouts the first day. She started to imagine about what she was getting herself into. Could she possibly hold coming to this gym in this very bad region ? Was this crude man legitimate ? Elena's mind was racing.

Inside the storage locker room, Elena found an empty storage locker and then got undressed and began to put on the sport bra first. Her 34D breasts hardly fit in it and it barely stretched over her large nipples which were surd and predominantly poking through the tight pinko spandex material. It pushed her breasts up and together like a wonder bra would and pointed her rock-hard nipples straight forward which was a bit mortifying and revealing. The merchantman of her boobs stuck out of it a little as well showing sizeable under titty, and there just wasn't a way to elongate the material completely over them.

The shorts on the other manus were a solid other head ache. She tried to put them on over her underwear but just couldn't because of the tight fit. She eventually decided to just get rid of her panties and go commando hoping that the gym well laundered its article of clothing. As she pulled the shorts up to her waist, she felt the seat of them wedge taut and deep into her ass crack. She spent a few minutes trying to set the shortstop in blank space but to no avail.

This guy can't be serious, can he ? These affair were way too small. She turned and stared at herself in the mirror and the flab on her implements of war peg and stomach hung out from the fast outfit and looked very unflattering. She started to cry, which she did for the next five minutes. Finally, Elena composed herself and she grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself and walked back out to the gym. She stood at flashbulb's desk again and when he looked up at her and saw the towel he started laughing.

flashing :"darn little girl, that towel has got to go."

Elena :"But Mr. Johnson, these things don't fit. I feel very stymie wearing them."

Flash :"Miss Kane, it looks like I've got to be blunt. So here it is…the inhuman hard facts. YOU are a fat bitch ! My job is to make you NOT a fat bitch ! Everything that you have tried on your own in the past obviously hasn't worked, because you are STILL a fat beef ! Look at yourself…no thing what you've done to change, you haven't ! That's why you are here ! You wan na continue being a fat bitch ? Then there's the fucking door ! Get the roll in the hay out and block up wasting my meter ! You're at the maiden crossroad Elena, so, make up your idea right now !"

Elena was shocked by his bluntness. But as think as he was, he was correctly. Everything she had tried in the past times to help herself suffer weight unit had failed and failed miserably. She wanted to be tenuous. She needed this and she knew it. Maybe this was a carrefour in her life and she needed to spend to a greater extent meter thinking on it all but standing in front of this big dark and coarse gym flight simulator she felt blackjack and intimidated.

newsflash :"What's it gon na be misfire. Kane ?"

Elena :"I'm sorry. I'm just a little frighten away is all. I want to set out your broadcast"

New York minute :"Alright then. Sorry I yelled, but sometimes it's the only way to get through to multitude. It won't be the first time I yell at you either. Get used to it, and please take it all personal. The entirely way that you're gon na change your liveliness is to recollect that your biography sucks as it is right now. So, it IS personal. Let it cut through to your pump and together we will turn all this crap around ! Now, in the week to come you will do whatever I say, when I say it, and how I say it without any question. I don't apply a shag what I ask you to do, you gon na do it ! Do you palpate me ?"

Elena :"Y-yes."

Flash :"Good ! Now take that fucking towel off and show me what I'm working with !"

She removed the towel and stood there pouring out of the fuddled garden pink sportsman bra and shorts. jiffy came around from his desk with a clipboard in his hand and started to take the air slowly around her with a look of study across his boldness. The man was huge. He was easily over six feet and his muscle definition made him look very wide and imposing. The t-shirt and drawers he was wearing were tight like another layer of skin spread over his dark-mocha colored body. The man was an adonis. He then reached out and put his script on her left boob which startled her a little.

Flash :"hmm…I like these big ol'boob. follow what happens to them when we tighten up this flabby body. They gon na be poppin ’, especially these long nipples."

He rolled the mammilla of her titty through the bra between his quarter round and fore finger as he spoke. She could finger it getting even harder as a Rush of electricity flooded through her trunk ; stimulated from his tinge. He then walked behind her and gave her left ass cheek a voiceless smacking which not only stung but sent the said electricity, as well as bother, shooting inhuman and fast through her.

Elena :"Ouch ! What was that for ?"

Flash :"Relax child. Just checking on your anal density."

Elena :"Anal denseness ?"

Flash :"Don't vexation about it. It's all technical. We'll go into it some more down the road when we work on your glutes. On that day we'll do a nice ahh…probe of the altogether situation."

What was he even talking about ? Anal density ? Elena began to finger a little confused. She stood there watching this giant melanize man circle her half nude consistency making hands-on critique of it, touching her in inappropriate places, and scribbling things on his clipboard. It was a lilliputian bit humiliating and Wyrd, but for some unknown region reason to her it was also erotic which made no sense. Next, he bent down in front of her and put his left manus in her fork sphere. He dragged his fingers across her inner thighs and then across the stuff of the shorts against her pubic cumulus. The sexual electricity again raced through her blood. He was basically fondling her.

Flash :"Not bad. A little bit thunderous on the second joint, but we can fix all of that. Go stand on that scale of measurement over there. We got ta get a root free weight. And withdraw those shoes. All my trainee cunt work out barefooted."

Elena removed her snitcher and walked over to the scale and stood on it. The digital routine above her head read 181 pounds. The number embarrassed Elena and Mr. President Andrew Johnson's robustious and mean words didn't boost her self-esteem either.

Flash :"Damn Miss. Kane ! For a very brusk woman that's a Hades of a lot of weight ! For a girlfriend your height I could make TWO cunt out of all that flab ! I see that we got our work cut out for us. commencement thing we gon na do today is the motorcycle. Now, it's all set up to the stipulation that I want for you. So, go on over and depend on that fucking bike for thirty minute !"

Elena :"You mean…now ?"

jiffy :"No…next week. YES, fucking now ! Get your white ass over there and do the thirty ! You're here to sour out and lose that fat, and to do what you're told ! In this gym I say and you fucking do ! Now go fucking DO what I just said !"

Elena reluctantly walked over to the motorcycle. She hated doing cardio type workouts. Being overweight that was apprehensible. She had never been yelled at by mortal as big as Mr. Johnson. It terrified her. It also turned her on a little to feature a big and hefty man forcefully say her what to do. In some way it made her experience like soul cared about her, even if he was doing so with sharp vulgarity.

flash :"Oh…and miss. Kane ; that's XXX straight minutes. Don't stop for cypher ! You keep those pedal going non-stop. There's a bell that will call up on the bike that will tell you when you are finished. Until you hear that bell…don't fucking stop !"

Elena got on the bicycle. The seat of it was a little bit high, and the handlebars were a bit lower making her consistency lean a lot forward. Mr. President Lyndon Johnson obviously knew of her height because he had the bike set to her body precisely. She could get to the pedal point and everything and aside from the position forward and the tweediness of the foot lever on her bare feet, she felt pretty well-off. She slowly started pedaling. There was some electric resistance but it wasn't anything that she couldn't grip. After a few second, she could really start to palpate the burn in her stage, her hips, and some numbness on her fingers and arms. The sweat started to pour and Elena got into a good equitation rhythm.

By the twenty-minute mark, she started to snort and chuff. Her leg were tired and she couldn't look anything in her blazonry anymore. Now she was watching the timer silently cheering on the thirty-minute bull's eye to arrive waiting for the end. She tried to think of other things. She thought about her Quaker Sherri and wondered how she happened to rule this particular gym. It didn't really matter how Sherri found the gym she just looked flummox. Always tight beautiful and radiant. If Elena could make herself to even half the shape that Sherri was in, it would be a victory she thought.

The minutes ticked down and finally the bell rang on the bike. She stopped pedaling and leaned back on the seat. She felt spent as the sweat poured out from every pore on her body. She sat there for a few minutes waiting for the flavor to return in both her arms and legs. Finally, she gingerly got off the cycle and walked across the gym back to Mr. Lyndon Johnson's desk where he sat reading his paper.

flash bulb :"Okay young woman. Kane, make out on over to the bench over here and let's see how a great deal weight you can push. We'll scratch with 5 reps of 25 pounds."

Elena :"rep ?"

flash bulb :"Yeah motherfucker repp ! We work out here at Flash's fitness mill ! This ain't like all those other fucking gym, those cookie cutters that have you just run on a treadmill and dickhead ! You're gon na sweat here young lady. Kane ! We got five weeks to flog your little butterball ass into human body, and we gon na do it ! You dig ?"

Elena :"How did you know I had five weeks off from work ?"

flash lamp :"Never shag mind how I know ! I know everything ! Always assume that I know everything ! I'm a motherfucking God to you and you will do whatever the piece of ass I say ! Now give me some rep on this here automobile !"

Elena sat on the bench and stretched out on it on her back. Her legs were still sore but her arms felt better than a few minutes ago. news bulletin stood near her head to spot her, and when she looked up, she glimpsed the big bulge emanating from his spandex shorts located almost right there about two metrical foot above her face. It was impressively large and looked like he had a small animal stuffed in his boxershorts. How big was this guy's penis ? She tried to not acknowledge it, but wasn't achieving her goal. She continued to stare at it while she pressed the weights up and down. Five reps and done, and her optic never left his bulge.

flash lamp :"Very good. okeh relax, I'm gon na up the exercising weight a slight bit."

He bent forward and reached around and added more weightiness to the bar. As he did so, his spandex-clad stopcock got a lot closer to Elena's face. finale enough that she could smell the musky flavour of it. It wasn't an unpleasant odor, in fact, it was quite an courteous and very pungent. Elena stared at it and could see the lineation of its duration through the spandex material. She could feel herself getting turned on.

Flash :"Okay we're up to 40 pounds. yield me two readiness of 5 rep with this weight."

She again started to lift the weight unit. It was a little heavier with the extra pounding but she pushed it up and down with congenator informality. The whole clock time she couldn't restrain her heart off of the large spandex-clad piece of nub that was hanging in a black spandex hummock just above her face. Again, somehow, she got through it without incident.

Flash :"Very good young lady. Kane. Okay, on this future set we are gon na try your dexterity and magnate, as well as your power to focus. aught should distract you from finishing your quest. The weight will stay the same but I want three solidifying of 10. Remember, DO NOT better your concentration."

Elena :"Okay."

Mr. Johnson walked to the other end of the bench down by her feet. He strapped both of her pes down at the ankles to each leg of the bench. The bench was a piddling bit wider than a standard weight judiciary, about a skillful thirty inch wide which once her ankle joint were strapped down her legs were disperse afford to their maximum. He also fastened a strap around her shank locking her whole torso to the bench.

Elena :"Why are you doing that ?"

jiffy :"Wait…. What the fuck did you just say ? Is that a fucking question ? What did we JUST launch about fucking questions ?"”

Elena :"I…I didn't mean…"

Flash :"SHUT UP ! SHUT THE FUCK UP ! You do as I say ! Remember ? There's NO questions here ! Now, get going with those fucking reps ! And don't break your immersion !"

She again took hold of the bar and steadied to do her reps. She erased the objurgation that she had just gotten from her mind and reset herself emotionally. As she pushed the bar from her breast up for the first time, she then felt him touching her with his digit between her legs. ‘ What was he doing ?'she thought. He was blatantly rubbing her pussy backtalk through the spandex and it actually felt very good. So expert that her consistency started to respond to his tactile sensation and her vagina started to get wet.

The notion was amazing and very distracting, and making it hard to do her rep, but she defiantly didn't let it disrupt what she was doing. Towards the end of the second set of 10 reps she arched her back as much as the strap around her waist would allow while Mr. Johnson dug his fingers into her vagina through her shorts. He even poked his fingerbreadth into the stuff of the shorts and into her vagina a good in or so too. Elena's clit was responding to it and driving her crazy, but she didn't break concentration which was pretty telling. He removed his fingers from her crotch area as she returned the bar back up to the rack.

Flash :"Very nice Miss. Kane. You're a immediate discipline. Relax a few more minutes, I'll be right back."

Elena lay their sluice. Flushed because of her workout and flushed because of the unscheduled fingering that she had just received. It had been a recollective while since a man touched her in that way. She almost forgotten how corking that it felt. For the future five minute of arc she relaxed and caught her breath and regained her composure. As her composure began to refund, feelings of intrusion started to creep into her head. Did this man that she just met under an hour ago seriously just molest her ?

She thought again about her beautiful light-haired post friend. Was this how she too had gotten in soma ? A picture of Sherri lying on the weight unit Bench getting fingered by Mr. Johnson then fabricated into her mind and Elena's pussy started to leak out again. The thoughts of Sherri's beautiful peg tied down to the bench and Mr. President Lyndon Johnson fingering her friend's pussy made her stomach do snotty-nosed flops too. She couldn't assistance but rub her own pussycat through her shorts thinking about her hot friend going through the Saame experience. Before she knew it, Mr. Johnson returned with a weird looking pull in his decent manus. She pulled her hand out from between her legs and hoped that He hadn't seen what she was just doing.

Flash :"Just relax Miss. Kane. I've got to make a few adjustments."

Elena :"Okay."

He again stood near her head and reached forward over the bench. This meter his package was positioned a few column inch from her face, closer than it was before. He then stepped back and pulled the slope of the bench and it rose about a animal foot higher from the floor with Elena still on it. By doing this, her stage pulled blind drunk towards the bottom of the bench because her pes were still tied to the wooden leg of it and her foot undersurface rose from the gym flooring. The but parts of her foundation touching the base now was her toes.

Mr. Johnson then made another adjustment behind her promontory and the end of the bench went down a few inches and her brain moved down with it too. It was like she was laying on a bed with her capitulum hanging off of the side of it. Elena's full phase of the moon body looked like it was on a wheel being stretched and her muscleman in her hips legs and torso were expanded. She felt helpless without any way to move with everything tied down and debase except for her arms.

Flash :"Okay, another two solidifying of 10 repp. Remember to never break concentration. zip should progress to you terminate your reps. And young woman Kane…also remember this……rule # 1 : A woman can't breathe if she can't expand."

She had no clew what he was talking about. Rule # 1 ? What did that even mean ? Again, she started to do weight repp with the bar It was a little more difficult with her straits positioned depleted than the way it was before. On the fourth rep, she heard Mr. Johnson moving around outside of her eyeshot. He then came into opinion only this sentence his hump was completely hanging promiscuous out of his shortstop. His cock was huge, a lot self-aggrandising than she had imagined it would be. Her middle got really big and before she could say anything, he took it in his hand and positioned it at her rim. She tried to shut her oral fissure but he pushed the head of it past her lips and across her tongue.

Instinctively, she continued to rep the exercising weight up and down while Mr. Johnson fed his hammer deeper into her pharynx. The fact that she was tied down made it impossible to run away from him. Deeper and deeper he pushed his Negro bone into her oral cavity as she gagged and gasped for air. Her heart started to urine as well as he fucked her typeface with his cock. She lost count on how many reps she was doing with the weight bar but she didn't think she should stop until she was told to.

After a sound ten arcminute, she felt his tool start to pulsate and then a few moment later she could taste his sperm cell as it filled her mouth and drizzled down her opened-up throat into her stomach. Between her legs was becoming a drenched muss. Mr. President Johnson pulled out from her rima oris and then helped her place the weights back up on its holders on the machine. She just lay there trying to overtake her breath for a few moment. Her arms felt like jelly and her mouth felt sore and stretched. She still could sample the salty taste of sperm in her sassing which was better tasting than she expected it to be. Then after a few minute of arc Mr. Johnson untied her ankles from the bench.

flashing :"Okay fille Kane, I've got a flavor of what your full program is gon na be. You may go change and return tomorrow at 8am. Don't be late ! We've got a lot to extend !"

He walked back behind his desk putting his now rapidly flaccid sperm dripping penis back into his shorts. Elena stared at him for a few endorsement as he sat there reading his newspaper. She wiped the cum from her backtalk with the spinal column of her hand before silently getting up and heading into the locker elbow room. As she got dressed, she couldn't believe that this man had just basically forced her to blow him. The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. She finished getting dressed and then returned to the gym with a firing inside her belly looking to give her new ‘ flight simulator'a piece of her mind. How dare he, she thought. He was gone though. The whole gym was vacant. She knew that he must be around somewhere but where ? After a few more moment, she decided to just leave so she forgot about it all and left. On the way base Elena made a pact with herself that she would not repay to the gym and that she might even report Mr. Samuel Johnson to the police.

That dark she thought long and hard about what had happened. She started to think about how she allowed Mr. LBJ to fuck her mouth and didn't try at to the lowest degree once to block up him. She thought about how her body felt and how wet it all made her between her legs. She thought about the musky odor and the impression of his balls as they pushed against her nose and eyes as he pushed his cock deep into her throat and came hard into her stomach. As she lay there with guilt, self-reproach, and a bit of ira, she was unconsciously rubbing at her snatch again, working her fingers while she lay with her leg splayed all-encompassing across her bed.

Then her psyche started to replete with questions again. How could he have taken vantage of her like that ? Maybe this guy was not being straight with her and decided to deplumate a debauched one on a new missy. Did Sherri jazz about any of this ? Maybe he had no aim of helping her get fit. Maybe this was all a big scam. Could she honestly go back there in the aurora ? She wasn't thinking straight. Her center started to shut down and before long she fell fast asleep.

The future first light Elena woke up early, showered and dolled up and got on the bus for Willowbrook. Her implements of war still felt a slight sore but her anger was completely gone and it was replaced with anticipation. It was almost like her night's quietus had erased all of Mr. Johnson's molestation and had replaced it all with workout eagerness. She got to the gym at 7:54am and waited for him to arrive. He showed up about 12 minutes late and he was carrying a shopping bag.

news bulletin :"Good morning Miss. Kane, how did you sleep ?"

Elena :"I slept fine, and except for some arm soreness I feel pretty good."

Flash :"Well that's decent. Come on in ! We got to get a few other things straight before we start today."

Elena :"Oh ? There's more ?"

Flash :"Shit kick ! We got a whole lot more to do !"

She followed him into the gym and all the way to his desk field. She watched him from fanny and for the initiatory metre noticed that he had the typical pitch blackness male ass, senior high school and shaped nicely. They sat down and he reached into his top drawer and pulled out some papers.

flashgun :"Judging by yesterday, it's obvious to me that your little admirer Sherri didn't fill you in on completely everything about this political program. You see, she did you no party favor by keeping you in the shadow like this so here it is straight up. The secret to helping white women lose weight is dieting, Exercise, and nearly importantly, sex with black cock. Nothing but big black stopcock and lots of it."

Elena sat there with a shocked look on her face. She felt a little bit like she was being hoodwinked but she sat in silence. Any courage that she had built up the day before dissipated so making a big protest fell by the waist side. Besides, her soundbox was giving her the ‘ turned on'signals again which made things very confusing.

blink of an eye :"Miss. Kane, I can see by the look on your face that you are conflicted. Once again, I will cave in you the out. But this is your death hazard. If you feel that you just can not continue this program then there's the screw door ! Be gone with you ! Take your patch of motherfucker fat dead body and get the fuck out ! Or…you can stay and we can uphold. You have mere instant to decide."

Elena :"fountainhead, no. I really do need to get into soma. I can't just leave."

Flash :"Alrighty then. You are now fully in. Starting today, you will be on a strict diet. The only thing you may drink from now on is water and black cum. And I don't deal how very much water you drink, or how lots Shirley Temple Black cum you swallow. Everything else…including coffee…is out and off terminus ad quem as of right now. And let's typeface it, there's a lot of protein in black cum too !"

Mr. Johnson smiled but Elena did not. She just sat there listening to his instructions. What he was saying was despicable and offensive but her sensibilities were dulled by her consistence's response to it all. He continued.

news bulletin :"Now, for the meals. You are only allowed to eat twice a day. In the morning for breakfast you may have some oatmeal. This oatmeal right hand here. It's a exceptional blend."

He reached into the bag and pulled out a no-named box of oatmeal that was in a cylinder-shaped box. He also took out a box of oatmeal bars that were wrapped in blank Patrick White wrappers.

Flash :"Either eat a bowl of oatmeal, or eat a fucking oatmeal bar ! Either way, that's all you are allowed to eat in the morning before you come here. For dinner ? Again, the fucking burgoo ! No heart, no vegetables, no fruit, no fucking bread, nil else ! A few weeks of this diet and the work we will do here, and you will fall back some weighting pretty fucking fast ! Then we can process on your definition. Understand ?"

Elena :"Yes. I understand. But…just so I'm clear, I'm coming here every day ?"

Flash :"You'd nookie better ! Every screw morning at 8am sharp ! And I'll KNOW if you've been eating anything else because I'll see it in your weight. So, don't fuck around ! Now here, go change into these things."

He handed her another sports bra and boxers set with the gym logo on them only this set was yellow. She walked to the cabinet way to convert into them. Once again, the bra was very tight and her big titty were pouring out of it. The shorts though, the shorts were crotchless. It wasn't even a confessedly crotchless duo of shorts, the opening looked like it was ripped undecided or maybe had been split open by someone else. She tried to wear her scanty on beneath them but it just wouldn't fit. There wasn't anything that she could do. And asking Mr. Johnson about them was a no-no, so she just put them on and returned to the gym.

Flash :"Looking unspoiled in xanthous girl. Kane. See that mat over there in the corner ? The blue sky one ? Go over there, and give me three solidifying of 10 sit-ups and then three sets of 10 push-ups. We are on a meter agenda so don't fuck around !"

Elena quickly walked over to the mat and began her sit-ups. Just then, the door opened up and another pitch-black man entered the gym. He was tall and fit, and very powerful like Mr. Johnson. It was a man named Tony Frank Lloyd Wright. Tony was also a personal flight simulator and he worked for jiffy. His muscles were a little more defined but that was because professionally, Tony also did some body-building.

Flash :"TW ! Just the man I wan na see. Come over here man."

Tony walked across the gym towards the desk as Elena watched on sneaking coup d'oeil of them through her sit-ups. She was trying to hear their conversation and maybe acquire a little more understanding of the unharmed place.

Tony :"Hey New York minute, see ya got another one."

New York minute :"Yup. protagonist of Sherri's. Which reminds me, that kick is in arears. Why don't you go around tonight and make an ah… ? collection if you know what I mean."

Tony :"Well, I'm supposed to glom up with Orville tonight…."

Flash :"Well fuck nigga ! Bring him along with ya ! The more the merrier. You know that."

Tony :"Oh shit Orville would wish that ! Okay, will do !"

The two black men laughed and gamy fived each other. Then they went outside. Elena could see their silhouettes in the big frosted image window of the gym. She didn't know what they meant but she did clear that they were talking about Sherri. She finished the sit-ups and then started on the push-ups. She could feel the air blowing through the hole that was in her genitals area. It felt trade good and cool. As she got close to the end of her final set, Mr. Johnson returned to the gym.

Flash :"Miss. Kane, today we're gon na do some more bike employment, with a twist. You see, if you're gon na be taking some black rooster between those legs, then we're gon na have to open your shit up a bit. This bike is a little different from the one you rode yesterday. Watch this…you're gon na love this diddlyshit !"

She followed him over to the workout bike which had a vauntingly black tarp over it covering it completely. He removed the tarpaulin and the number one affair that Elena noticed was the drumhead of a big blackness dildo poking out from a kettle of fish in the middle of the cycle's seat. The gear connected to the pedals was extra-large too.

Mr. Lyndon Baines Johnson then reached down and pedaled the pedals with his hand a few rotations and the dildo slid up and down through the bike seat. The dildo was a proficient ten inches and almost all of it came through the ass during one bike rotary motion. Elena was expected to make almost the whole thing while pedaling a steady rhythm method on the bike.

Flash :"Here, lube up that pussy a bit. Now you understand why those short pants are crotchless huh ?"

Elena :"Y-Yeah."

She took the bottle of lubrication that Mr. Andrew Johnson handed her and splooged a generous amount of it into her manus. She figured as long as he was offering, she was going to make this job as comfortable as possible. She reached down with her lubricator filled thenar and spackled it between her legs and generously into her vagina. After wiping her custody with a towel, Elena climbed up on the bike and positioned her body over the hole in the seat. She moved the treadle a little with her left foot and eased the dildo up about two inches into her well lubed pussy.

Elena :"Oooohhhhh wow ! That's big !"

Flash :"Well, that's how big coon is too ! Sometimes even boastful ! We got ta afford that box up if we're gon na sharpen pencils in it, if you get my drift ! Now, xxx minutes non-stop. You know the drill. Don't plosive consonant until you hear the bell."

Mr. Johnson walked back to his desk. Elena steady herself on the seat and the foot pedal and then leaned forward to dig the handlebars. She then started to pedal and the dildo began pumping in and out of her pussy with each rotation of the pedals.

Elena :"Ahhh fuck ! Oh my God ! It's so big ! It's deep ! It's piece of tail deep ! Oooohhhhh ! Oooohhhhh ! Fuck ! Oooohhhhh yeah ! Yeah !"

It took four minutes but Elena came hard around the dildo going in and out of her. She almost lost her footing on the pedals during her sexual climax but caught herself. The dildo was reaching parts of her womb that nothing ever had before. Without sympathy, the thick Joseph Black latex prophylactic dildo opened up her vagina extensive with both speed and power. Elena's center rolled back in her head and she came hard again.

Elena :"AHHHH ! AHHHHHHHHH ! OH FUCK ! I'M CUMMING ! ! ! I'M CUMMING AGAIN !"

Mr. President Lyndon Johnson ignored Elena's sexual cries. He just sat there at his desk reading his newspaper while she rode the motorcycle and had her pussy gaped unfastened by the dildo. The thirty minutes final came to a ending and the ship's bell rang signifying her to give up which she did. She came four total times during the unhurt workout. Elena's legs were extremely debile but she managed to wax off of the bike and then walk bowlegged over to Mr. Lyndon Johnson's desk. He looked up at her and smiled.

Flash :"Alright misfire. Kane, back over to the weighting Bench. Now we are gon na do some 25-pound squat lifts. Basically, you will fend over the bench and hold the weights behind your head teacher and push it up and down. Give me 5 of them right now."

The wear down and sexually flushed Elena stood over the bench and positioned the bar behind her neck then did five perfect squat aerodynamic lift. Each meter she squatted down, the pull material of her shorts between her wooden leg would expand out and her full phase of the moon gaping vagina poked out and was visible to anyone who could see it. The air conditioning blew up her snatch and sent a cool thrill up her spine.

split second :"Very respectable. Okay rest a few minutes and we'll do another 10. This time we'll add ten more pounds."

She rested a few then got back into posture and was told to do the next 10 set. On the second push button up, she felt Mr. Samuel Johnson's finger's breadth probing between her legs again. This time he was able to insert one deeper into her which he did. As she moved her consistence up and down with the weight unit Mr. Johnson finger fucked her pussy in and out.

wink :"Hmm Miss. Kane. That dildo really opened your shit up ! I bet you loved getting fucked like that ! Isn't that right ?"

Elena :"Y-Yes ! Yes, it felt good."

flare :"I bet you can't wait to own a literal black-market stopcock up inside your pussy huh ? I bet you'd LOVE that !"

Elena began to breath sonorous. More so in pleasance than in straining pain. Her legs started to find like jelly and it was getting harder to conjure up the weight but she answered him.

Elena :"Y-Yes ! I do ! I'd have a go at it a black cock inside my cunt !"

Flash :"Yeah I knew that ! All you mother fucking bloodless girlfriend want some black dick !"

She ignored his insult and continued her set. When she finished the ten jack, she returned the weight to the machine then moved away from the bench and walked around a little.

Flash :"Take a breather while I set up the next task."

She watched on with her hands on her waistline flushed from the dumpy nip and tuck but also from the work that Mr. Johnson did with his fingers in her vagina. It was an odd look to be both blown up from physical exertion and sexually charged up at the Lapplander time. It made her blood pump faster than she ever felt it through her heart.

Elena watched on as Mr. President Andrew Johnson repositioned the bench in the free weight area. The squat driving force weight bar was still hanging there on its pins high up on the machine. He then lowered the setting closer to the mat and then added another 10 pounds to each face bringing the tot up weight on the bar to 55 pounds.

She then watched as he pulled his t-shirt and then his drawers off. Mr. Lyndon Johnson now stood there completely naked in front of Elena. His shaft looked rock hard and it was pointing a good ten in from his testicle out straight in the management of her.

flashgun :"Miss. Kane, I'm gon na lie down flat on the bench and you are gon na straddle my body and diddlyshit under the exercising weight bar. As soon as I get inside your twat, I want you to do your weight squats up and down. Understood ?"

Elena :"Yes."

flash lamp :"And Miss. Kane, ruler # 2 : A fair sex can't rise to the affair if she hasn't been down first."

Mr. Lyndon Johnson then lay down on the mat. Elena put both her legs around his dead body and then took the exercising weight onto her cervix. It was much heavier and she strained a piddling to prevail it in place and to make her footing. Everything was measuring stick correctly and adjusted to Elena's small stature and for the task she was about to do. She squatted down and held her position right above Mr. Dr. Johnson's crotch expanse. She then felt him rubbing his prick against her dripping wet cunt lips and after a few seconds he pushed the head of it into her. She let out a loud moan.

Elena :"OHHHHH ! ! ! ! !"

It felt so in force to take in a man's stopcock up inside her again. Her ex-husband had about six column inch and he only ever was inside her for LE than three minutes before he came every time that they had sex. Mr. Johnson's tool far ceded her ex in both length and girth. She felt total and stretched from the dildo fucking sooner, and now Mr. President Andrew Johnson was pumping her open again with his gravid dim cock. He worked it in a minuscule deeper while Elena squatted there holding the 55 dog pound above her body.

Once things were all set and copesetic, he gave her the go ahead to begin her thrusts. Up and down she started to agitate the weight, and in and out Mr. President Johnson's large black pecker went into her pussy. Elena's articulatio genus started to sway a little and she repositioned her bare feet prostrate on the floor which made Mr. Andrew Johnson's prick invade deeper into her womb.

Elena :"Ahhh ! Ahhhhh ! Oh Yes ! Oh fuck ! Yeaaaah ! YEAH ! ! ! !"

The sounds of bod slapping against bod, weights clanging and banging, and Elena's watchword of pleasure echoed throughout the vacant gymnasium. Mr. LBJ had his sleeve spread out, gear up to pick out any mistakes with the weight. fair sex in the past had been so overcome with pleasure that they had given out and he learned the hard way to not intrust them during this exercise.

Up and down Elena continued. Again, she lost enumeration on her knife thrust and most definitely did more than of them than was required. She came hard a few fourth dimension but never lost her concentration on the weight. Not long after that, Mr. Samuel Johnson grabbed her hips and pulled her completed down onto his hammer and he shot a large freight of black cum deep up into snatch which stopped the thrusts and made both of them scream out in pleasure.

Elena struggled but returned the bar back up to its holding pins and then collapsed back down onto Mr. President Lyndon Johnson with his now rapidly getting flaccid cock still inside her. She fell forward and rested her head on the bench between Mr. Johnson knees. They lay there for a instant or two, both glistened with exertion and viscous with cum.

Flash :"We are finished for the day Miss. Kane. come back tomorrow at 8am, and remember, keep to the diet. One Sir Thomas More affair ; tonight, do some sliver. Remove everything from your legs, forearms, underarms, and of course, shave your twat area completely. I don't want to see any haircloth on your consistency anymore except for your headland. Understood ?"

Elena :"Yes Mr. Johnson."

Flash :"thoroughly ! Now get the ass out ! See ya tomorrow."

She got up, got dressed and quickly left. She felt the sunburn one would feel from a right workout again. As she sat there on the bus for home, there was an older black man sitting across from her who stared at her the entire meter. It was like she had ‘ Shirley Temple Black dick slut'stenciled across her forehead, like he knew what she'd been doing all day. She went base, ate, and then ran the piss in the bathtub. She then shaved her body in all the place that Mr. President Lyndon Johnson instructed her to. The hardest was the cop just above her ass snap but with the help of a mirror she got it done. That Night she slept well.

The next day, day three of the plan, Elena arrived at the gym and went inside. She didn't see Mr. Johnson yet so she just stood there in strawman of his desk almost at attention waiting for him to add up from wherever he had gone. Then she heard a flush and deduced that he was in the bathroom. He walked out from the lavatory adjusting his underdrawers. When he saw Elena, he pulled his cock from them and flow it out clump and all exposed.

Flash :"Oh girl. Kane, you're here. Why don't you come on over here and scavenge the pissing from my cock with your mouth ?"

Without faltering, Elena walked over to Mr. Johnson and got down on her stifle. She took his cock in her properly paw and lifted it up and then popped it into her sassing and began to suck on it. From behind her, she heard the gym door open again and then heard some footsteps. It was Orville Jefferson, another one of Mr. President Johnson's men. Orville was grandiloquent and melt off and had blotchy skin especially on his face. He wasn't ugly, but it was assoil that he had a skin problem. Mr. Lyndon Johnson looked up when he heard him.

New York minute :"Yo OJ ! How you been dawg ?"

OJ :"You know how it is !"

fanfare :"Did you go with TW the early night ?"

OJ :"Yeah man ! We stretched that white bitch out pretty good ! She a fucking nut ! Licking our tush and everything ! I never had no female parent fucking cleaning woman lick my ass before !"

Flash :"Your dirty ass probably loved that shit ! Yeah Sherri's one of my freakier bitches."

Elena listened attentively from her knees in strawman of them while she continued to blow on Mr. Johnson's cock. She was gagging a minuscule trying to get well-nigh of it into her throat. She thought about Sherri and how it must have looked to see two Black person men fuck her. Their coloured black skin as they pumped their contraband cocks in and out of her friend's alabaster complexion, it must possess been a sight to behold.

OJ :"Hey man, what you got going on right here ?"

fanfare :"Oh this be Miss Kane. Sherri's friend. She's here to influence up and well, you know how we do. Why ? You wan na partake ?"

OJ :"nooky yeah nigga ! Let me get some of dat shit !"

Elena watched from the corner of her eye as Orville pulled his cock out from his trousers. It was another large monster and the skin of it was blotchy just like the rest of him was.

New York minute :"girl. Kane you're gon na suck OJ here's putz too."

Again, without hesitation, Elena pulled her face from Mr. Lyndon Johnson's privates and grabbed hold of Orville's blotchy putz and put it as deep as she could into her mouth.

OJ :"Oh horseshit ! Is this bitch a nut too ?"

newsflash :"Well, we haven't figured that shit out yet. She only been here a brace of twenty-four hours and she's done good so far. Was gon na have her do some more weights but, we could have a go at it her right hand now if you want ?"

Elena's oculus widened. These two guy were gon na screw her today. Her pussy started to piss again at the thought of being in a trey. She was now gon na get firsthand accounts of what had happened to Sherri a few Night ago. She didn't know whether to be afraid or to be excited, and truth be told, it was a tossup on both.

OJ :"hell man, I'm always down for some Andrew D. White pussy."

New York minute :"Alright Miss. Kane. Looks like your workout today just took a roundabout way. accept them clothes off and meet us over there on the mats."

The two black men started to undress and walk towards the mat expanse. Elena slowly undressed as well as she watched them pile the lustrelessness up on the floor making a quasi-floor bed. Mr. Johnson turned and saw Elena fully naked and that she completely shaved her body.

Flash :"Very nice Miss. Kane. That's what I meant about no hairsbreadth. You got it ! Now call back to always be shaved like that ! I don't wan na ever see or feel shuck either. Even if it means shaving every mother fucking night !"

She smiled and nodded then got down on the MAT on her knee joint between them both and recommenced with the earlier blowjobs, making certain to rotate her oral cavity from turncock to tittup. They did that for a while before Mr. LBJ lay down on the mat and Elena crawled between his wooden leg and continued blowing him. She was now on all Little Joe and Orville got behind her and fed his ten-inches into her pussy.

Elena :"Oh yeah ! Fuck my puss !"

Orville did just that, pounding her pussy from behind as she blew Mr. Johnson. They fucked her for a just hr in different military position, with both men filling her oral fissure and pussy with plentiful total of black cum. Orville was the first to nut in her mouth which tasted very sweet to Elena. When they finished, she was left a viscid flock and she was told to go and strip up. When she returned to the gym, she was still naked. Orville was gone and Mr. Andrew Johnson was standing over by his desk.

Flash :"Did you enjoy yourself Miss. Kane ?"

Elena :"I did actually. I like OJ."

flashing :"Good. On your way family, I'm gon na require you to go to a drug storage and buy yourself an enema kit. Make sure it's a re-usable one. Starting tonight, and EVERY Night, your new rite before going to bed is to enema your shit. Make sure that you are completely fresh back there every single day before entering this gym. Understand ?"

Elena :"Yes."

Flash :"Good ! Now give me four band of sit-ups and push-ups and then get your fucking ass out of here !"

Elena did her exercises then left. She stopped at an old out of the way Rix chemist's that had changed its name to Gary's Drugs, but you could still see the old faded Rix sign up on the top of the building. She asked for and bought a top of the line reusable enema kit. It cost her $ 30. She went home ate, showered, then used the enema kit to flush her asshole out. Even though she had always been adiposis Elena only defecated once every three Clarence Day so it wasn't a big problem especially with her new diet.

The future morning was day four. Mr. Johnson made her do some more weightlift curing, some more push-ups, sit-ups, and some more squat elevation. She worked out a full four hours but she didn't get any black cock or even a blacken dildo. On day five it was some more than of the Lapplander. At the beginning of day six Mr. Johnson outlawed clothing.

flashbulb :"miss. Kane, starting today when you arrive and get undressed, you will not be given any workout clothing. Workouts from this day forward are now to be completely naked. Not only will this allow for well-heeled accession, but it will allow me to read your body definition. Now go get undressed."

At this decimal point nothing that Mr. Lyndon Johnson asked Elena to do she oppugn. She quickly went to the locker elbow room and took off all of her clothing. When she returned, Mr. President Andrew Johnson was completely naked as well. But as she walked out into the heart of the gym, she saw two More naked total darkness men sitting around the weight area. This was a first and Elena felt immediately self-conscious. Her instinct was to get over herself up with her arm but she quickly removed them knowing that doing so would get her yell at.

Curtis :"tinker's damn mon ! Look at them phat breast on dis beetch !"

dent :"Flash boy, this is why we love ya homey !"

They were both very intimidating looking. The short man was about 5'9 ”, and he had dreadlocks and looked like and sounded like he was Jamaican. His thick gruff byssus was chilling and the only thing that he was wearing was a long amber string around his neck. He was sitting on a weight unit workbench and his extended wide blackened cock was hanging down like the clapper from a church Vanessa Stephen. His name was William Curtis Struthers. His cock was the all-embracing penis that Elena had ever seen. It looked like a great burnt kielbasa blimp wall hanging over the inwardness counter of a deli.

The other man was another guy well over six understructure like Mr. President Johnson. His name was gouge Anvayney. His figure rhymed perfectly with the nickname they all gave him ‘ Thick N'Veiny'because of the ten-inch very thick cock with sound out veins when it was hard that he had hanging between his knees. Nick's saturnine black skin only made it that more intimidating. They were two more employees of Mr. Lyndon Johnson's gym, both attest gymnastic trainers.

Flash :"Hey miss Kane, I'd like to bring out you to Nick and Curtis. They're gon na be part of your exercise today."

Elena :"Oh ? What would you like me to do ?"

Flash :"See today we all gon na break away in that ass. But while we do that, you're gon na be doing some arm curls."

Elena was terrified inside from what he just said. She'd never done anal in her life. Now she was being expected to guide three black cocks up there. Three very large ignominious dick. She didn't dare bear witness her displeasure though. She just swallowed her fears and went with it.

Elena :"Should I originate with sit-ups and push-ups first ?"

dent :"Check it out. All eager and shit."

Flash :"Nope ! You're gon na ride the dildo bike for thirty minute of arc. We got ta heart-to-heart that ass and get you loosened up. After that, you'll come over to the bench. It's already set up. Basically, you gon na get in the doggie over that pad there. The curl bar has the weighting set up on the other incline. The solitary statement I got is don't start the Robert Curl until we get in. Then continue the scroll without stopping. We gon na exploit both the glute muscles and the limb during this exercise. Rule # 3 : A adult female ain't flexible, if she's too compressed. empathize ?"

Elena :"Yes. I understand."

William Curtis :"Yeah beetch, understand ? you gon na feel da burning in more shipway than be just one !"

The three of them started laughing. Elena ignored the laughter and got herself ready to ride the dildo bike anally. She spackled her asshole with lube and then climbed up on the bike and positioned her ass on the stern. She slowly worked the pedals to make a motion the dildo upward and back trying to get it in. It took a full three hour, but she finally got the head of it past her O-ring.

Elena :"Ohhhhhh God ! Wow that hurts !"

She then worked the pedal back and forth some more trying to get the lubricant to pull it in deeper and prepare matter more prosperous. Her ass would always push up off the place whenever the dildo came up. Finally, she was able-bodied to work it in and out without it hurting. She started the bike and began pedaling. The rubber cock went deep into her ass and back out with speed causing her to rise up from the seat and cry out each time but she didn't stop consonant and the dildo never left her ass.

Elena :"Owwww ! Oh God it's so big ! Fuck !"

As she worked the foot pedal on the bike, she glanced over at the three men who were sitting around watching her and jerking off. At the ten-minute scratch her son of a bitch was better acclimated and the fuck began to feel very good causing her puss to piddle profusely again. It was like the dildo was sawing her in half between her legs, pushing her anal bodily cavity open wider and wider with each poke up.

Elena :"Oh yes ! My ass ! Oooohhhhh ! Fuck it ! Oooohhhhh ! Oooohhhhh !"

At the twenty-minute Saint Mark the dildo was in a good six inches deep. Elena was enjoying her ass fucking and couldn't wait to feel warm survive phallus in her ass. She squealed and squirmed and screamed riding the bike faster and making the men heavily than rock 'n' roll. Finally, the bell rang on the bike signifying the end of the ride.

Curtis popped up from his rear end and picked Elena up off of the bike like she was a plume and then carried her over to the weight workbench. On the judiciary, Elena positioned her knee joint apart so that her legs were opened across-the-board and set her human elbow up on the pad and hooked her finger around the weight bar.

flash bulb :"Remember, don't scratch lifting until Nick gets inside and is pumpin'away. When he starts pumpin'you start curlin ’. You dig ?"

Elena :"I understand."

Nick straddled the bench behind her while Flash worked some more lubricator generously between Elena's butt joint nerve. The lubrication gel was very cool down and it felt good. Flash's fingerbreadth felt just as well as he rubbed it as thick into her prick as he could get it. He also brushed his fingers across her wet pussy a few times as well.

Nick took some lube too and coated his ten-inch-long black mamba. Once it was coated, she felt him getting closer to her and getting into stance behind her ass. With his right deal resting on the base of her spine, she started to feel the pressure of his cock as he pushed it against her anal cavity.

Elena :"Ohhhhhh ! Ohhhhhh my god ! ass yeah !"

Just then Curtis came to the right side of her and pulled her head towards him and stay his across-the-board cock near her lips.

Curtis :"Here beetch ! sucking me rod and git it well hard !"

She opened her mouth and tried with limited succeeder to stretch her sassing over the headspring of it. Curtis'rooster was only semi-hard and it was too big for her mouth, how in the hell was he gon na get it into her mother fucker ? She could feel her jaw spreading wider as he pried spread out her mouth with each thrust of his prick. It was finally into her mouth at least two inch and she could feel it poking at the vertebral column of her back talk. While her attentions were diverted by the impossible face piece of tail that she was getting, Nick had a good four inches of his own shaft pushing in and out of her crocked asshole.

nick :"shucks this ass is still tight ! That fucking wheel didn't open up red cent ! Not gon na be long before I have to nut !"

instant :"Alright Curtis get the screwing out of there so she can do her weights."

Curtis pulled from her mouth and Elena refocused herself to the dick going in and out of her ass. It felt expectant. She steadied her hands on the weightiness bar and started to do her curls while Nick fucked away at her ass. It truly was a sight. Elena could feel the suntan from the weights in her biceps and her shoulders, as well as the pressure level from Nick's hot cock as it probed deeper and deeper into her anus.

Five second like that before Curtis finally pulled out and shot a thick sticky freight up Elena's back. It was the first clock time a man had shot his sperm on her rear and it felt very warm but messy. Nick put it back in her ass for a pair of more ticker before moving away. The whole clock time Elena never stopped curling the system of weights. split second was next to be intimate her asshole. Which he did for the next seven minute of arc or so before pulling out and tagging off to Curtis. Elena's heart started to mystify faster and she got understandably nervous knowing that Curtis was taking his crook next.

William Curtis began feeding his wide freak in and it felt like soul was trying to split up her body open with a drain pipe from under a cesspit. She'd already been opened up by a bike dildo, and then two rooster that were well lubed, and Curtis was now making it feel like it was all showtime again. Each knife thrust in prise her mother fucker paries farther apart.

Elena :"Ahhh ! ! ! Oh fucking ! That's too big ! AHHHHHHHH ! ! ! ! ! !"

He gaped her ass open for the next ten proceedings before finally flooding his load into her anus. Then it was Nick's round again. Each man took three turn of events total, all the while Elena continued doing Robert Floyd Curl Jr. with the weightiness. Finally, after they all were finished Flash told her to turn back the gyre. They were all a bit sweaty, and the three men rested a patch as Elena drank some Gatorade to replenish her electrolytes. Elena felt undecomposed. Tired but good. At to the lowest degree the veneration of getting fucked in the ass were now over. And verity be told, she rather liked have a magnanimous peter deep up in her asshole. It was only 10:30am though which was still early, something that Mr. Johnson realized as well.

trice :"young woman Kane, I'm gon na render ya another ten min to rest, but your day today isn't over by a long shot. I've decided that since it's still early, the three of us are gon na eff you for a while in all of your holes. You're up for that right wing ?"

Another surprise. Elena was hoping that her workout was gon na be done for the day. Her ass was fucked open up well and her sleeve felt like jelly. Now she was going to be triple teamed, another offset for the pretty little Hawaiian. She defied her enervation and met his question with forge eagerness.

Elena :"for sure ! Whatever you say."

They sat around for another ten minutes before Elena was told to join them on the MAT. flashgun lay down and told her to stake her cunt on his cock, which she did, and then William Curtis got his wide dagger back into her shit. Nick stuck his putz into her oral cavity and they triple teamed her for the adjacent hour and a half, switching place when necessary.

They filled all of her holes with some more black semen and Elena herself came about four and a half times. By the prison term they finished, the four of them were sexually spent. The three men got dressed and disappeared and Elena took a degraded shower before getting dressed and leaving the gym.

The next day was day seven. Elena had done a wax week of ostentation's program. She weighed in at 181 when she first started, and a week later between the strict diet and the exercise she weighed in now at 166 lbs.

Flash :"There you go Miss Kane. You've already lost 15 pounds. I can actually part to see that you've lost some weighting too."

Elena looked in one of the full-length mirrors. He was right. Her body was starting to look a little less fat. There was a big smile on her face. She couldn't wait to get started on the day's workout. The second week consisted of More fucking and more weights. They did the triple incursion day once again, this time with Flash, OJ, and dent Anvayney.

On day fourteen she began the day on the scale of measurement and her free weight was now down to 143. She'd lost another 23 pounds and she turned and jumped into Flash's branch and hug and kissed him on the cheek when she saw the totals.

Flash :"Alright miss. Kane ! It's obvious that you are felicitous with your results. As you can see, in only 14 days of my program, you have lost a thumping 38 pound sign. Are you set to consider it up another nick ?"

Elena :"Mr. Johnson, I am yours to overtop. You say, and I'll do."

newsflash :"That's what I want to hear ! Starting tomorrow we're gon na reduplicate your weights, solidifying, and time demarcation. We're gon na frame those muscles and eliminate the residual of that fat until you are lean and beautiful ! But that's tomorrow ! Today…today…Rule # 4 : A cleaning woman ain't truly fulfilled, unless she's sharing with many others."

The gym room access on the far right which was marked ‘ Trainer's elbow room'then opened and in walked OJ, nick Anvayney, TW, and William Curtis Struthers. They were of track all nude and their semi-erect member were swinging between their legs as they walked. Elena was going to be gang banged by all five of them.

Flash :"Yes, today me and my boys are gon na turn that fiddling ass out. We're gon na open up all of them little white holes. With our stopcock we're gon na Sudanese pound and tenderize your body and complain those stubborn fat mobile phone out of you ! We also gon na record it all for posterity."

Mr. President Lyndon Johnson pointed at the two corners of the gym where the mats were set up and there was a stationary camera in each set up near the ceiling. Standing in the quoin was also a forgetful skinny black woman named Tammie who was holding a hand held camera. It was explained to Elena that she was going to pic a porno series called Hawaiian pleasure and that they were going to sell the tapes to an adult website which would help pay for her gym rank fees. At this breaker point Elena didn't care. Her heart was racing with expectancy of having sex with five black men in one session.

Flash :"Okay then. Here's how everything's gon na go. First you are gon na get on your knees right on the albumen mag tape in the center."

TW :"Yeah bitch ! X marks the spot !"

Flash :"We will then record fifteen arcminute of rotated blowjobs. After that, you will get on all quartet and you will wet-nurse and be fucked until I say so. There will be a cock in your sassing and pussy at all clip. Next, we'll do the Saame matter for a while but in missionary. Next, back on all quaternion and we'll take turns gaping that ass. In the next stage, all three holes will be fucked at once. The final conniption we're gon na all nut in your face."

TW :"Gon na paint that mofo ! Gon na paste ya eyes shut bitch ! Ya hear dat ?"

Elena ignored TW's taunting and walked swiftly over to the mat and got down on her stifle in the centre of it. All five men then surrounded her in a rope with their semi-hard disastrous phallus dangling in front of her look. For the succeeding 15 proceedings she rotated her lips, clapper, fingers and laurel wreath over all five Shirley Temple cocks and balls feverishly, trying desperately to bring in them cum but to no help. During this whole sequence, Elena's pussy was poked and prodded with numerous different shameful digit which made it sopping wet.

flash lamp :"Okay gripe get on all fours ! We about to bust up that pussy now."

Elena wiped away the excessiveness saliva from her facial expression and then got on all fours between all of the men. Only a few week ago the pudgy Hawaiian girl was at maximum weightiness and sexually frustrated. Now she was 38 lbs. lighter and overwhelmed daily by sex with calamitous stopcock. The five men took turns the following three 60 minutes splitting Elena's twat open with their magnanimous black core hammers. They also stretched her throat out-of-doors, filling her belly with gobs of lightlessness cum. Elena herself came numerous clock time as the five black men fucked her pussy into the submission of ecstasy.

After three hours of pussy pounding and back talk screwing, they gave those hole a rest and focused on Elena's third input. She was again positioned on all four-spot and for the next hour and a one-half her ass was gaped overt by all five black cocks, each one dumping a load of cum deeply into her anus at least once. Elena could feel them entering the abstruse parts of her anal canal, stretching her rectum wider and wider. The noises from the tv camera zooming in and out were more frequent during these component part of the taping.

Finally, it was meter to triple team all of Elena's holes and they basically took play doing that the balance of the day. Elena felt so free but constantly total which defied logical system. It wasn't until close to 7pm before they finally wrapped and Elena was told she could get clothe and go home plate. She was both emotionally and physically worn-out and that Night she slept mysterious than she ever had in her lifetime.

Over the future few weeks the daylight blended together, and Elena's workouts got more forcible. She could feel her body toning up and her tegument getting tighter around her ivory. Looking in the mirror, she now wasn't able to see any excess flab on her implements of war and legs and especially around her midsection. It was all vaporize quickly. By week's end Elena's system of weights was down to 120 Cypriot pound losing another twenty-three. hebdomad three was more of the same with Elena doing all of the prior exercises at least twice more than and on weight day she had lost another five pounds bringing her weight to 115. Between all of the fucking, the physical exercise, and the utmost oatmeal diet, Elena shed a whopping 75 pounds by the good five calendar week end. She now weighed in at a svelte 112 Sudanese pound, and looked absolutely amazing. The tiny Hawaiian girl was so happy.

Months later, Elena still keeps to the course of study. Now-a-days her workout aren't as extreme and her diet is not as strict. She doesn't lift often weights anymore because her muscles are now adequately toned. When she goes to the gym now it's only two times a week and she goes for a few minutes on the drill cycle or the treadmill and then some black cock fucking by Flash or one of the other trainer, or often a combination of whomever is nowadays that day in the gym. The identification number of different black pecker that Elena has been with has ballooned beyond Flash and his flight simulator. Sometimes flashbulb has exceptional black guests who get to sleep with her that day and then she never sees them again.

She's also visited at her apartment every Thursday night by gym trainer Kerrel Lawrence. K-Dawg bones Elena in all of her kettle of fish and whomever he brings with him Elena must get it on them too. This is called collections, and on collection day she must do whatever sex act ( s ) that K-Dawg asking of her. Elena has grown to love the aid and looks forward to Thursday nights the most.

This is how she's able to pay for her gym time and the yesteryear debts that she has accumulated during the length of the program. What Elena and every other fair sex who joins the syllabus doesn't know is that there isn't any end to it. The charges are so steep that a daughter never truly pays it off no issue how lots sex that she has. Unfortunately, none of them figure it out until they are deeply in debt to it all and in most character, addicted to it anyway. The alternative payment plans have their booby trap too. The just three elbow room to stop the cycle and come out from under Flash's thumb is what he calls Dance, Train, or Auction.

Dancing is self-explanatory. Basically, the girlfriend ends up stripping for a pre-determined period of time while still keeping up gym appearances and collection day. The payment are accelerated with all of her earnings sent directly to the gym, and the norm time to fill out this option is usually a wax year, sometimes more. By that meter, most of the cleaning lady end up addicted to drugs and end up becoming wax fledged strippers the rest of their aliveness. They also fall under the thumb of the lodge owner so it's like going from the frying pan into the fervidness with this option. Only the wiser little girl who stay sportsmanlike come out of the other position and wear out completely free.

The string choice deals are shorter in prison term but by sheer bulk in disastrous prick. A girl who has a string ran on her suck and nookie dozens of Negroid hawkshaw in very declamatory gangbang sessions. It's more than one occurrence, and it's all done within a thirty-day full point. So, it's three to five gear with an unlimited number of black men in a calendar month's time. It's defrayment on steroid, and the girl who chooses this option is usually finished with the gym and collection visit. They are told that the men are all clean but truth be told that would take money to set up and photoflash isn't bankrolling any STD examination. It's a discharge for all with many danger and well-nigh women shy away from this option.

The Auction choice is basically the sale of your debt and body to another party. That one has the dubiety of prison term served and/or overall situation with your new creditors. Elena has been briefed on all of the option and she has decided to rest within her current syllabus, the two gym visits and the one assembling nighttime. The status quo is never ending and she'll most likely be beholden to the gym the rest of her life.

Elena realizes this but she is happy with her set-up so it's a moot point. To do that though, she must also facilitate with recruitment. Once heartbeat gets you into shape, you are asked to enroll other Andrew Dickson White fair sex for gym membership. When it was explained to her, it was presented to her as Rule # 5 : A woman ain't complete, unless she spreads the word. Basically, she's expected to wreak early white cleaning lady into the program just like her booster Sherri had done with her.

Elena's been talking to a new miss at the secretarial kitty as of late. Her name is Molly Donovan, a 21-year-old that just started working there only a few workweek ago. She's a wet-behind-the-ears picayune girl really, someone that Elena can easily carry to do anything, given that she has taken her under her wing. mollie isn't fat or out of human body at all, and she wouldn't need a gym rank anywhere, but she's beautiful and she'll be just what flashbulb has ordered.

The End