The cab device driver watched hungrily as the umbrella holding Elena Kane stepped over the puddle at the base of the curb bit on her way from his cab to the incoming of the gym. The old black man had been stealing looks at the now lose weight and jolly Hawaiian stunner the unharmed drive in his rear-view mirror as she sat with her farseeing beautiful legs crossed exposing her upper thighs in the back backside of his cab. One live on look at those legs as they sashayed into the building was sure enough to put up some decent spank-bank material during a few future rub and tug session for the old opprobrious man.

Elena wasn't always this fit though. In fact, she was a honorable 75 Pound overweight for most of her grownup life. The 32-year-old beauty had spent the preceding year working out at ostentation's Fitness manufacturing plant, adhering to a strict and singular fitness regimen that has allowed her to shed the Irish pound systematically and shape Elena's eubstance into a curvy delight to any man's eyes.

Growing up in HI and raised by a Polynesian mother and a Caucasian Father of the Church, the 4'10"short-circuit girl with the pretty face and dark short hair was always tragically overweight. At her heaviest, Elena would tip the ordered series at 187 pounds which given her short stature would give her look like a fat person little Ball of flesh. It always was a John Roy Major source of Elena's low self-pride because she truly wasn't really a clayey eater. The food she ate wasn't the sizeable but it wasn't like she was frequenting the fast nutrient drive-thru either.

Elena's weight was also a major problem in her three-year failed marriage ceremony too. Her now ex-husband Peter used to tease her mercilessly and cruelly which culminated the doomed matrimony into divorce. She was 26 at the time and Aloha State became a place that Elena just didn't want to be anymore. She decided to propel to the mainland and ended up in an apartment in business district Los Angeles, and got a nice low-altitude job in a secretarial pool.

One day, Elena's new friend 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 throw away unwanted pounds. Sherri seemed very adamant about Elena giving this particular broadcast a try. The sell job was really aggressive and well-rehearsed.

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

Sherri :"Well yes, but I'm telling you that this gym, it's well worth it. I myself always was a honorable 25 lbf. heavier, and no matter what I did I just couldn't lose that system of weights. Then I went to Flash Johnson's gym and within hebdomad I looked like this."

She put her blazon out in projection of her fit form. Sherri was beautiful and looked as physically fit as a super-model would depend. Everywhere that she went men were always hitting on her. Elena never saw Sherri out with a man which was a little odd, but she always would attract attention especially from the bosses in study. She stood at 5'8 ”, 113 lbs. with 34-22-32 measuring, long blonde hairsbreadth halfway down her back, and the recollective legs showcased by the case of in high spirits hound that she always wore. Sherri was a thunderclap, the typical Cali smoke hot blonde, and she always dressed that way too, wearing short dame and cleavage showing blouses.

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

Sherri :"cease it ! You are a very pretty girl. All you've got to do is recede the weight. I'm telling you, go see heartbeat. He'll help you out. After a few weeks of his program you won't believe how big you'll look. It's a life changer."

Elena :"wellspring, I DO have a serve recess coming up. I suppose it can't harm to go crack it out."

In an travail to celebrate a fresh image among their client, the companionship that staffed the secretarial pool gave the Lady employed with them a yearly five-week vacation break. It was a dainty welfare that wasn't usual with other companies but it did wonders for the char who worked for them. It also stocked their guest with a revolving doorway of saucy faces which made a business tone like it employed a lot Sir Thomas More the great unwashed than it really had. It made them bet successful.

Sherri :"Good estimate ! Five weeks of split second is exactly what you could use. I guarantee that you come back as a new woman."

Elena :"Gee I hope you are ripe. Okay, I'll do it ! But when I get dilute you better take me out to some clubs."

Sherri's face changed a short to a spirit of negative surprise. Then she quickly smiled to cover up what she was thinking. She knew that once Elena started the political program that she wouldn't have any clock time to go out to clubs and company. In fact, there was a lot that Sherri wasn't telling her that Elena would soon incur out. Never-the-less, she promised.

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

That conversation was on a Wednesday. The survey Lord's Day cockcrow and a day into her inspection and repair break, Elena put on a pair of lather knickers and a loose-fitting sweatshirt and a pair of White person snitch. She decided to go to Willowbrook to determine out Flash's gym. Twenty min later after exiting a bus and walking a few auction block, she stood in straw man of blink of an eye's Fitness manufactory. It was a very dreary looking place on the street corner of an L-shaped miniskirt strip promenade next to a creaky liquor memory board. The people on the street walk by her were all black, and standing there in her sweats she sure stuck out like a sore thumb. Finally, she summoned the courage to go inside.

Inside, there was a quiet and deserted gym with a few rows of different recitation simple machine lined up. It was a pretty big room that had a big open orbit after the motorcar, and way at the back of it all was a desk with a tall brawny mordant man sitting at it. Elena looked down at her invertebrate foot and swallowed, then walked through the empty gym towards the man. The close shave on the storey from her canary echoed off the gym walls, but the big lightlessness man never looked up at her from his paper until she was right in figurehead of his desk.

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

His phonation was very ill-humored 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 piffling embarrassed and didn't say anything.

flashbulb :"You're not a roll in the hay mute, are you ? You're Elena Kane, right ?"

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

flare :"Well fucking answer me when I ask you a question ! Now let me see, Sherri was right. You DO ingest a passably face. Much prettier than most. Hold on a second… ..."

He bent down and reached into a lower drawer of the filing locker behind his hot seat and pulled out a pink sportsman bra and shorts set with the gym's logo on them. He then turned back around and tossed them on the desk in presence of Elena.

flash lamp :"Here ya go, go in that locker room over there and change into these. I got ta see what I've got here and with that Grey monstrosity you got on, I can't see anything. Besides, we gon na do a few free weight today and you're gon na need something tighter on."

Elena tentatively picked up the clothes and walked slowly towards the cabinet room. She wasn't expecting to start any workouts the number 1 day. She started to think about what she was getting herself into. Could she possibly keep coming to this gym in this very bad neighborhood ? Was this crude man legitimate ? Elena's intellect was racing.

Inside the locker room, Elena found an evacuate locker and then got unclad and began to put on the sports bra first. Her 34D breasts hardly fit in it and it barely stretched over her turgid nipples which were backbreaking and predominantly poking through the tight pink spandex material. It pushed her breasts up and together like a wonderment bra would and pointed her rock-hard nipples straight forward which was a bit embarrassing and revealing. The bottoms of her boobs stuck out of it a little as well showing ample under knocker, and there just wasn't a way to stretch the material completely over them.

The short pants on the other hired hand were a wholly former headache. She tried to put them on over her underwear but just couldn't because of the pixilated fit. She eventually decided to just remove her scanty and go commando hoping that the gym well laundered its clothing. As she pulled the boxershorts up to her waistline, she felt the tail end of them wedge closely and deep into her ass crack. She spent a few minute trying to adjust the shorts in place but to no avail.

This guy can't be dangerous, can he ? These matter were way too small. She turned and stared at herself in the mirror and the flab on her arms legs and stomach hung out from the tight turnout and looked very uncomplimentary. 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 instant's desk again and when he looked up at her and saw the towel he started laughing.

Flash :"Damn girl, that towel has got to go."

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

photoflash :"Miss Kane, it looks like I've got to be blunt. So here it is…the cold hard facts. YOU are a fat bitch ! My job is to do you NOT a fat squawk ! Everything that you have tried on your own in the preceding obviously hasn't worked, because you are STILL a fat squawk ! Look at yourself…no matter what you've done to change, you haven't ! That's why you are here ! You wan na continue being a fat cunt ? Then there's the fucking doorway ! Get the piece of tail out and break off wasting my time ! You're at the first crossroad Elena, so, make up your mind right now !"

Elena was shocked by his bluntness. But as mean as he was, he was right. Everything she had tried in the past to help herself lose weighting had failed and failed miserably. She wanted to be thin. She needed this and she knew it. Maybe this was a juncture in her lifetime and she needed to spend More meter thinking on it all but standing in front of this big disgraceful and coarse gym flight simulator she felt hale and intimidated.

Flash :"What's it gon na be Miss. Kane ?"

Elena :"I'm sorry. I'm just a small frighten off is all. I want to get your political program"

flashgun :"Alright then. Sorry I yelled, but sometimes it's the only way to get through to hoi polloi. It won't be the start time I yell at you either. Get used to it, and please take it all personal. The only way that you're gon na deepen your life is to think back that your sprightliness suck as it is right now. So, it IS personal. Let it cut through to your heart and together we will plow all this shit around ! Now, in the weeks to come you will do whatever I say, when I say it, and how I say it without any questions. I don't give a screwing what I ask you to do, you gon na do it ! Do you sense me ?"

Elena :"Y-yes."

instant :"in force ! 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 tight pinko sports bra and underdrawers. Flash came around from his desk with a clipboard in his hand and started to walk slowly around her with a smell of study across his face. The man was huge. He was easily over six feet and his brawn definition made him look very wide and imposing. The tee shirt and short pants he was wearing were tight like another layer of struggle cattle ranch over his dark-mocha colorise body. The man was an Adonis. He then reached out and put his hand on her left bosom which startled her a little.

flashing :"hmm…I like these big ol'breast. observe what happens to them when we tighten up this flabby torso. They gon na be poppin ’, especially these long nipples."

He rolled the mammilla of her breast through the bra between his pollex and fore finger as he spoke. She could finger it getting even harder as a rush of electricity flooded through her body ; stimulated from his mite. He then walked behind her and gave her left ass cheek a hard slap which not only burn but sent the aforementioned electricity, as well as pain, shooting cold and degenerate through her.

Elena :"Ouch ! What was that for ?"

jiffy :"Relax baby. Just checking on your anal density."

Elena :"Anal density ?"

Flash :"Don't worry about it. It's all technological. We'll go into it some more down the road when we work on your glute. On that day we'll do a squeamish ahh…probe of the whole situation."

What was he even talking about ? Anal denseness ? Elena began to feel a niggling obscure. She stood there watching this giant total darkness man circle her half defenseless eubstance making hands-on critiques of it, touching her in inappropriate spot, and scribbling things on his clipboard. It was a little bit humiliating and Wyrd, but for some unknown reason to her it was also erotic which made no good sense. Next, he bent down in front of her and put his left hand in her genitalia area. He dragged his digit across her inner thigh and then across the material of the shorts against her pubic knoll. The sexual electricity again raced through her bloodline. He was basically fondling her.

instant :"Not bad. A piddling bit thunderous on the thighs, but we can fix all of that. Go stand on that graduated table over there. We got ta get a beginning system of weights. And remove those shoes. All my trainee bitches work out barefooted."

Elena removed her sneakers and walked over to the scale and stood on it. The digital numbers above her head read 181 pounds. The number embarrassed Elena and Mr. Johnson's unruly and base word of honor didn't boost her self-esteem either.

flashing :"tinker's dam miss. Kane ! For a very myopic cleaning woman that's a hell of a lot of weight ! For a daughter your height I could piss TWO bitches out of all that flab ! I see that we got our work cut out for us. First thing we gon na do today is the wheel. Now, it's all set up to the specifications that I want for you. So, go on over and ride that fucking bike for thirty minutes !"

Elena :"You mean…now ?"

Flash :"No…next week. YES, fucking now ! Get your White ass over there and do the thirty ! You're here to work 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 wheel. She hated doing cardio type workouts. Being overweight that was understandable. She had never been yelled at by someone as big as Mr. Johnson. It terrified her. It also turned her on a little to have a big and mighty man forcefully assure her what to do. In some way it made her finger like mortal cared about her, even if he was doing so with sharp vulgarity.

Flash :"Oh…and missy. Kane ; that's thirty straight hour. Don't stop for naught ! You keep those pedals going non-stop. There's a bell that will ring on the bike that will tell you when you are finished. Until you hear that bell…don't fucking stop !"

Elena got on the motorcycle. The seat of it was a trivial bit high, and the handlebars were a bit lower making her body lean a lot forward. Mr. LBJ obviously knew of her height because he had the bike set to her body precisely. She could make the pedals and everything and aside from the location forward and the vulgarity of the pedals on her air substructure, she felt pretty well-fixed. She slowly started pedaling. There was some impedance but it wasn't anything that she couldn't grip. After a few min, she could really start to experience the burning in her stage, her pelvic arch, and some numbness on her fingers and implements of war. The sweat started to pour and Elena got into a honorable equitation rhythm.

By the twenty-minute bull's eye, she started to huff and heave. Her legs were tired and she couldn't smell anything in her limb anymore. Now she was watching the timer silently cheering on the thirty-minute mark to arrive waiting for the end. She tried to reckon of former things. She thought about her booster Sherri and wondered how she happened to notice this fussy gym. It didn't really matter how Sherri found the gym she just looked amazing. Always tight beautiful and radiant. If Elena could work herself to even half the shape that Sherri was in, it would be a triumph she thought.

The minutes ticked down and finally the bell rang on the wheel. She stopped pedaling and leaned back on the place. She felt spent as the sweat poured out from every pore on her physical structure. She sat there for a few minutes waiting for the tactual sensation to deliver in both her blazonry and legs. Finally, she gingerly got off the wheel and walked across the gym back to Mr. Johnson's desk where he sat reading his paper.

Flash :"Okay misfire. Kane, total on over to the workbench over here and let's see how a great deal weight you can weightlift. We'll outset with 5 reps of 25 pounds."

Elena :"Reps ?"

Flash :"Yeah motherfucker reps ! We work out here at Flash's Fitness manufactory ! This ain't like all those other fucking gyms, those cookie carver that have you just run on a treadwheel and shit ! You're gon na sweat here girl. Kane ! We got five workweek to blister your little fat person ass into physical body, and we gon na do it ! You dig ?"

Elena :"How did you know I had five calendar week off from oeuvre ?"

flashbulb :"Never fucking thinker 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 screwing I say ! Now give me some repp on this here machine !"

Elena sat on the terrace and stretched out on it on her back. Her wooden leg were still sore but her arms felt better than a few minutes ago. Flash stood near her head to recognize her, and when she looked up, she glimpsed the big bulge emanating from his spandex shorts located almost right there about two feet above her nerve. It was impressively large and looked like he had a belittled animal stuffed in his shorts. How big was this guy's penis ? She tried to not discover it, but wasn't achieving her finish. She continued to stare at it while she pressed the free weight up and down. Five rep and done, and her middle never left his bulge.

flashgun :"Very in effect. Okay relax, I'm gon na up the weight a picayune bit."

He bent forward and reached around and added more weighting to the bar. As he did so, his spandex-clad cock got a lot near to Elena's face. Close enough that she could smell the musky smell of it. It wasn't an unpleasant olfactory perception, in fact, it was quite prissy and very mordacious. Elena stared at it and could see the outline of its length through the spandex material. She could palpate herself getting turned on.

newsflash :"okay we're up to 40 pounds. pass on me two sets of 5 repp with this weight."

She again started to snarf the exercising weight. It was a little heavier with the extra Syrian pound but she pushed it up and down with relative informality. The completely meter she couldn't keep her eyes off of the large spandex-clad piece of meat that was hanging in a Black person spandex hammock just above her face. Again, somehow, she got through it without incident.

Flash :"Very good Miss. Kane. O.K., on this next set we are gon na screen your dexterity and power, as well as your abilities to focus. Nothing should distract you from finishing your seeking. The weight will stay the same but I want three sets of 10. Remember, DO NOT break your concentration."

Elena :"Okay."

Mr. Lyndon Baines Johnson walked to the other end of the bench down by her feet. He strapped both of her feet down at the ankles to each leg of the bench. The bench was a short bit broad than a measure weightiness workbench, about a proficient thirty inches wide which once her ankle joint were strapped down her legs were spread unfastened to their maximum. He also fastened a strap around her waist locking her unit torso to the bench.

Elena :"Why are you doing that ?"

Flash :"Wait…. What the piece of ass did you just say ? Is that a fucking question ? What did we JUST establish 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 dubiousness here ! Now, get going with those fucking repp ! And don't break your concentration !"

She again took hold of the bar and steadied to do her reps. She erased the objurgation that she had just gotten from her psyche and readjust herself emotionally. As she pushed the bar from her chest of drawers up for the number one clip, she then felt him touching her with his digit between her ramification. ‘ What was he doing ?'she thought. He was blatantly rubbing her twat lips through the spandex and it actually felt very just. So undecomposed that her body started to respond to his touch and her vagina started to get wet.

The touch sensation was pose and very distracting, and making it hard to do her reps, but she defiantly didn't let it interrupt what she was doing. Towards the end of the minute set of 10 repp she arched her back as much as the strap around her waist would allow while Mr. Samuel Johnson dug his fingers into her vagina through her drawers. He even poked his fingerbreadth into the textile of the trunks and into her vagina a in effect column inch or so too. Elena's clit was responding to it and driving her crazy, but she didn't recess assiduousness which was pretty telling. He removed his fingerbreadth from her genital organ orbit as she returned the bar back up to the rack.

Flash :"Very nice fille. Kane. You're a agile study. slack a few more minutes, I'll be correctly back."

Elena lay their reddened. Flushed because of her workout and flushed because of the unscheduled fingering that she had just received. It had been a foresightful while since a man touched her in that way. She almost draw a blank how great that it felt. For the following five min she relaxed and caught her intimation and regained her composure. As her composure began to turn back, look of violation started to creep into her drumhead. Did this man that she just met under an hour ago seriously just harass her ?

She thought again about her beautiful blonde office friend. Was this how she too had gotten in shape ? A picture of Sherri lying on the weight workbench getting fingered by Mr. Andrew Johnson then fabricated into her mind and Elena's pussy started to leak out again. The thinking of Sherri's beautiful legs tied down to the bench and Mr. Lyndon Baines Johnson fingering her friend's kitty made her tummy do flip flops too. She couldn't avail but rub her own pussy through her boxershorts thinking about her hot friend going through the same experience. Before she knew it, Mr. Johnson returned with a uncanny looking pull in his aright hand. She pulled her handwriting out from between her legs and hoped that He hadn't seen what she was just doing.

trice :"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 time his package was positioned a few column inch from her face, closemouthed than it was before. He then stepped back and pulled the side of the bench and it rose about a fundament higher from the floor with Elena still on it. By doing this, her legs pulled tighter towards the fanny of the work bench because her feet were still tied to the legs of it and her foundation ass rose from the gym storey. The only division of her fundament touching the floor now was her toes.

Mr. Johnson then made another adaptation behind her capitulum and the end of the bench went down a few inches and her capitulum moved down with it too. It was like she was laying on a bed with her head hanging off of the side of it. Elena's broad dead body looked like it was on a rack 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 stretched except for her arms.

twinkling :"Okay, another two solidifying of 10 reps. Remember to never fall in immersion. Nothing should stimulate you arrest your reps. And Miss Kane…also remember this……rule # 1 : A woman can't breathe if she can't expand."

She had no clue what he was talking about. linguistic rule # 1 ? What did that even mean ? Again, she started to do weight reps with the bar It was a little more difficult with her drumhead positioned lower than the way it was before. On the one-quarter rep, she heard Mr. Johnson moving around outside of her view. He then came into view only this prison term his swelling was completely hanging loose out of his short pants. His hammer was huge, a lot bigger than she had imagined it would be. Her centre got really big and before she could say anything, he took it in his handwriting and positioned it at her back talk. She tried to close down her mouth but he pushed the header of it past her backtalk and across her tongue.

Instinctively, she continued to rep the weighting up and down while Mr. Dr. Johnson fed his cock deeper into her throat. The fact that she was tied down made it unsufferable to move away from him. Deeper and abstruse he pushed his black off-white into her lip as she gagged and gasped for air. Her eye started to water as well as he fucked her face with his cock. She lost count on how many reps she was doing with the free weight bar but she didn't think she should stop until she was told to.

After a good ten bit, she felt his rooster start to pulsate and then a few sec later she could taste his sperm as it filled her mouthpiece and drizzled down her opened-up throat into her stomach. Between her peg was becoming a drenched muss. Mr. President Lyndon Johnson pulled out from her backtalk and then helped her topographic point the weightiness back up on its bearer on the car. She just lay there trying to trip up her hint for a few minutes. Her weapon felt like jelly and her rima oris felt sore and stretched. She still could taste the salty taste of sperm in her mouth which was better tasting than she expected it to be. Then after a few minutes Mr. Johnson untied her ankle joint from the bench.

Flash :"okay girl Kane, I've got a feeling of what your full curriculum is gon na be. You may go change and return tomorrow at 8am. Don't be late ! We've got a lot to report !"

He walked back behind his desk putting his now rapidly flaccid spermatozoon dripping penis back into his boxers. Elena stared at him for a few seconds as he sat there reading his newspaper. She wiped the cum from her lip with the spine of her hired hand before silently getting up and heading into the locker 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 fervency inside her belly looking to give her new ‘ trainer'a piece of her mind. How daring 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 minutes, she decided to just give so she forgot about it all and left. On the way household Elena made a treaty with herself that she would not retrovert to the gym and that she might even report Mr. President Lyndon Johnson to the constabulary.

That nighttime she thought long and hard about what had happened. She started to call up about how she allowed Mr. Johnson to jazz her oral cavity and didn't try at least once to stop him. She thought about how her organic structure felt and how wet it all made her between her branch. She thought about the musky odor and the flavor of his glob 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, remorse, and a bit of wrath, she was unconsciously rubbing at her pussy again, working her digit while she lay with her peg splayed all-encompassing across her bed.

Then her headland started to fill 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 pull a fast one on a new young woman. Did Sherri know about any of this ? Maybe he had no intention of helping her get fit. Maybe this was all a big scam. Could she honestly go back there in the sunup ? She wasn't thinking straight. Her eyes started to close and before longsighted she fell fast asleep.

The following aurora Elena woke up early, showered and dressed and got on the bus for Willowbrook. Her arms still felt a small sore but her anger was completely gone and it was replaced with prevision. It was almost like her night's eternal sleep had erased all of Mr. President Lyndon Johnson's molestation and had replaced it all with physical exercise 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.

Flash :"secure morning time Miss. Kane, how did you sleep ?"

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

photoflash :"Well that's nice. total on in ! We got to get a few former things straight before we start today."

Elena :"Oh ? There's more ?"

flare :"Shit bitch ! We got a whole lot more than to do !"

She followed him into the gym and all the way to his desk area. She watched him from behind and for the initiatory time noticed that he had the typical black male person ass, high and shaped nicely. They sat down and he reached into his top drawer and pulled out some papers.

Flash :"Judging by yesterday, it's obvious to me that your lilliputian ally Sherri didn't filling you in on completely everything about this program. You see, she did you no favour by keeping you in the dark like this so here it is straight up. The secret to helping white women suffer weight is Diet, Exercise, and most importantly, sex with black hammer. Nothing but big black dick and lots of it."

Elena sat there with a appal look on her facial expression. She felt a little bit like she was being hoodwinked but she sat in secrecy. Any courageousness that she had built up the day before dissipated so making a big protest fell by the waist incline. Besides, her body was giving her the ‘ turned on'signaling again which made affair very confusing.

Flash :"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 lowest chance. If you feel that you just can not continue this program then there's the do it door ! Be gone with you ! Take your firearm of dirt fat body and get the fuck out ! Or…you can abide and we can continue. You have mere seconds to decide."

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

Flash :"Alrighty then. You are now fully in. Starting today, you will be on a strict diet. The solitary thing you may drink in from now on is body of water and inkiness cum. And I don't care how a good deal water supply you drink, or how lots black cum you swallow. Everything else…including coffee…is out and off limits as of right now. And let's face it, there's a lot of protein in black cum too !"

Mr. President Andrew Johnson smiled but Elena did not. She just sat there listening to his instructions. What he was saying was offensive and offensive but her sensitivity were dulled by her body's reaction to it all. He continued.

flash lamp :"Now, for the meals. You are only allowed to eat twice a day. In the dawn for breakfast you may have some oatmeal. This oatmeal rightfield here. It's a special 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 burgoo bars that were wrapped in blank white wrappers.

flare :"Either eat a bowl of oatmeal, or eat a ass oatmeal bar ! Either way, that's all you are allowed to eat in the aurora before you come here. For dinner party ? Again, the fucking oatmeal ! No meat, no veg, no fruit, no fucking bread, nothing else ! A few weeks of this diet and the work we will do here, and you will lose some exercising weight pretty fucking fast ! Then we can form on your definition. sympathize ?"

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

flash :"You'd fucking better ! Every fucking break of day 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 shorts set with the gym logo on them only this set was sensationalistic. She walked to the cabinet elbow room to vary into them. Once again, the bra was very closely and her big breasts were pouring out of it. The short though, the shorts were crotchless. It wasn't even a reliable crotchless dyad of trunks, the chess opening looked like it was ripped open or maybe had been split open by someone else. She tried to wear her panties 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.

fanfare :"Looking serious in jaundiced missy. Kane. See that mat over there in the corner ? The blue one ? Go over there, and afford me three readiness of 10 sit-ups and then three solidifying of 10 push-ups. We are on a time schedule 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 black man entered the gym. He was tall and fit, and very hefty like Mr. President Lyndon Johnson. It was a man named Tony Wright. Tony was also a personal trainer and he worked for Flash. His heftiness were a little more defined but that was because professionally, Tony also did some body-building.

fanfare :"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 glimpses of them through her sit-ups. She was trying to take heed their conversation and maybe advance a little more understanding of the whole place.

Tony :"Hey Flash, see ya got another one."

Flash :"Yup. Friend of Sherri's. Which reminds me, that bitch is in arears. Why don't you go around tonight and do an ah… ? collection if you know what I mean."

Tony :"wellspring, I'm supposed to fleece up with Orville tonight…."

flash lamp :"well fuck nigga ! Bring him along with ya ! The more the merrier. You know that."

Tony :"Oh tinker's damn Orville would wish that ! O.K., will do !"

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

flash bulb :"Miss. Kane, today we're gon na do some more motorcycle work, with a twist. You see, if you're gon na be taking some black cock between those legs, then we're gon na have to open your dump up a bit. This bike is a petty dissimilar from the one you rode yesterday. sentry this…you're gon na love this jack !"

She followed him over to the exercise bike which had a large disgraceful tarpaulin over it covering it completely. He removed the tarpaulin and the first off thing that Elena noticed was the headland of a large blackamoor dildo poking out from a pickle in the midsection of the bike's tush. The gear connected to the pedal point was extra-large too.

Mr. Johnson then reached down and pedaled the pedals with his hand a few rotations and the dildo slid up and down through the motorcycle seat. The dildo was a good ten column inch and almost all of it came through the rear end during one bike rotary motion. Elena was expected to take almost the all matter while pedaling a steady regular recurrence on the bike.

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

Elena :"Y-Yeah."

She took the bottle of lubrication that Mr. Johnson handed her and splooged a generous amount of it into her deal. She figured as long as he was offering, she was going to give this task as well-off as possible. She reached down with her lube filled palm and spackled it between her legs and generously into her vagina. After wiping her work force with a towel, Elena climbed up on the bicycle and positioned her body over the muddle in the seat. She moved the pedal a little with her left pes and eased the dildo up about two inches into her well lube pussy.

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

Flash :"Well, that's how big niggas is too ! Sometimes even bigger ! We got ta unfastened that box up if we're gon na sharpen pencils in it, if you get my drift ! Now, thirty proceedings non-stop. You know the Mandrillus leucophaeus. Don't halt until you hear the bell."

Mr. Johnson walked back to his desk. Elena sweetie herself on the hindquarters and the pedals and then leaned forward to grasp the handlebars. She then started to pedal and the dildo began pumping in and out of her cunt with each rotation of the pedals.

Elena :"Ahhh fuck ! Oh my God ! It's so big ! It's deep ! It's fucking 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 foot pedal during her climax but caught herself. The dildo was reaching part of her womb that nothing ever had before. Without fellow feeling, the thick Joseph Black rubber-base paint rubber dildo opened up her vagina wide with both speed and power. Elena's eyes rolled back in her top dog and she came hard again.

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

Mr. Johnson ignored Elena's sexual battle cry. He just sat there at his desk reading his newsprint while she rode the bike and had her pussy gaped open by the dildo. The thirty minutes net came to a finish and the ship's bell rang signifying her to stop which she did. She came four add together times during the whole workout. Elena's legs were extremely weak but she managed to mount off of the cycle and then walk bowlegged over to Mr. President Johnson's desk. He looked up at her and smiled.

flare :"Alright Miss. Kane, back over to the exercising weight bench. Now we are gon na do some 25-pound diddlyshit lifts. Basically, you will suffer over the bench and reserve the free weight behind your head and get-up-and-go it up and down. have me 5 of them properly now."

The tired and sexually flushed Elena stood over the bench and positioned the bar behind her neck then did five perfective tense jack lifts. Each clock time she squatted down, the ripped cloth of her boxers between her legs would expand out and her full moon gaping vagina poked out and was seeable to anyone who could see it. The air conditioning blew up her snatch and sent a assuredness shiver up her spine.

photoflash :"Very good. 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 situation and was told to do the next 10 set. On the secondment get-up-and-go up, she felt Mr. Samuel Johnson's finger probing between her peg again. This metre he was able to sneak in one deeper into her which he did. As she moved her body up and down with the system of weights Mr. LBJ finger fucked her pussy in and out.

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

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

Flash :"I bet you can't time lag to get a real ignominious pecker up inside your slit huh ? I bet you'd erotic love that !"

Elena began to breath heavy. More so in pleasure than in straining painful sensation. Her leg started to feel like jelly and it was getting harder to evoke the weight but she answered him.

Elena :"Y-Yes ! I do ! I'd love a black putz inside my kitty !"

trice :"Yeah I knew that ! All you mother fucking white lady friend want some blackness hawkshaw !"

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

flash bulb :"Take a snorkel while I set up the next task."

She watched on with her hands on her waistline flushed from the diddly-squat elevation but also from the workplace that Mr. Johnson did with his fingers in her vagina. It was an odd feeling to be both blown up from physical exertion and sexually charged up at the same time. It made her rip pump faster than she ever felt it through her heart.

Elena watched on as Mr. Lyndon Johnson repositioned the bench in the free weight region. The squat thrust weight bar was still hanging there on its pins high up on the machine. He then lowered the setting finisher to the mat and then added another 10 pounds to each position bringing the totality system of weights on the bar to 55 pounds.

She then watched as he pulled his tee shirt and then his boxers off. Mr. Johnson now stood there completely naked in front of Elena. His cock looked rock and roll hard and it was pointing a full ten inches from his ball out straight in the counsel of her.

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

Elena :"Yes."

heartbeat :"And young lady. Kane, Rule # 2 : A cleaning lady can't rise to the affair if she hasn't been down first."

Mr. President Johnson then lay down on the mat. Elena put both her legs around his body and then took the weight onto her neck. It was much laborious and she strained a little to reserve it in berth and to gain her footing. Everything was measure correctly and adjusted to Elena's pocket-sized stature and for the job she was about to do. She squatted down and held her position right above Mr. Johnson's crotch area. She then felt him rubbing his cock against her dripping wet pussycat sassing and after a few seconds he pushed the school principal of it into her. She let out a cheap moan.

Elena :"OHHHHH ! ! ! ! !"

It felt so in force to cause a man's cock up inside her again. Her ex-husband had about six inches and he only ever was inside her for lupus erythematosus than three mo before he came every fourth dimension that they had sex. Mr. President Lyndon Johnson's tool far ceded her ex in both duration and cinch. She felt full phase of the moon and stretched from the dildo fucking earlier, and now Mr. President Johnson was pumping her unfold again with his expectant black cock. He worked it in a little deeper while Elena squatted there holding the 55 lb above her body.

Once things were all set and copacetic, he gave her the go ahead to start her thrusts. Up and down she started to push the system of weights, and in and out Mr. Andrew Johnson's turgid black cock went into her pussy. Elena's human knee started to throw off a lilliputian and she repositioned her strip feet flat on the floor which made Mr. Dr. Johnson's cock invade deeper into her womb.

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

The phone of form slapping against flesh, system of weights clanging and banging, and Elena's outcry of pleasure echoed throughout the vacant lycee. Mr. LBJ had his arms spread out, ready to recognize any error with the weight. woman in the past had been so overcome with delight that they had given out and he learned the backbreaking way to not confide them during this exercise.

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

Elena struggled but returned the bar back up to its holding tholepin and then collapsed back down onto Mr. Johnson with his now rapidly getting flaccid cock still inside her. She fell forward and rested her chief on the bench between Mr. LBJ knees. They lay there for a mo or two, both glistened with sweat and sticky with cum.

Flash :"We are finished for the day Miss. Kane. Come back tomorrow at 8am, and remember, restrain to the diet. One more than thing ; tonight, do some shaving. polish off everything from your legs, forearms, underarms, and of track, shave your slit area completely. I don't want to see any hair on your body anymore except for your head. Understood ?"

Elena :"Yes Mr. Johnson."

Flash :"respectable ! Now get the fuck out ! See ya tomorrow."

She got up, got dressed and quickly left. She felt the suntan one would feel from a good workout again. As she sat there on the bus for dwelling house, there was an aged pitch blackness man sitting across from her who stared at her the entire time. It was like she had ‘ Negroid cock slattern'stenciled across her frontal bone, like he knew what she'd been doing all day. She went home, ate, and then ran the water in the bathtub. She then shaved her organic structure in all the post that Mr. Johnson instructed her to. The hardest was the bull just above her ass crack but with the help of a mirror she got it done. That Night she slept well.

The next day, day three of the program, Elena arrived at the gym and went inside. She didn't see Mr. Johnson yet so she just stood there in front of his desk almost at attention waiting for him to come from wherever he had gone. Then she heard a outpouring and deduced that he was in the lav. He walked out from the lav adjusting his trunks. When he saw Elena, he pulled his tool from them and pay heed it out ball and all exposed.

flash bulb :"Oh misfire. Kane, you're here. Why don't you come on over here and clean house the piss from my cock with your mouth ?"

Without waver, Elena walked over to Mr. President Andrew Johnson and got down on her knees. She took his cock in her decent script and lifted it up and then popped it into her mouth and began to breastfeed on it. From behind her, she heard the gym door open air again and then heard some footfall. It was Orville Jefferson, another one of Mr. President Johnson's men. Orville was grandiloquent and sparse and had blotchy skin especially on his nerve. He wasn't ugly, but it was clear that he had a cutis problem. Mr. Lyndon Johnson looked up when he heard him.

trice :"Yo OJ ! How you been dawg ?"

OJ :"You know how it is !"

Flash :"Did you go with TW the other night ?"

OJ :"Yeah man ! We stretched that white beef out pretty good ! She a fucking freak ! Licking our tush and everything ! I never had no mother fucking woman lick my ass before !"

flash :"Your dirty ass probably loved that son of a bitch ! Yeah Sherri's one of my freakier bitches."

Elena listened attentively from her knees in front man of them while she continued to soak up on Mr. LBJ's prick. She was gagging a fiddling trying to get most of it into her throat. She thought about Sherri and how it must suffer looked to see two blackness men fuck her. Their dark nigrify peel as they pumped their Joseph Black dick in and out of her ally's alabaster complexion, it must have been a mickle to behold.

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

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

OJ :"screwing yeah Nigga ! Let me get some of dat bull !"

Elena watched from the box of her eye as Orville pulled his cock out from his trouser. It was another magnanimous monster and the skin of it was splotched just like the rest of him was.

Flash :"Miss. Kane you're gon na draw OJ here's putz too."

Again, without vacillation, Elena pulled her face from Mr. Johnson's crotch and grabbed delay of Orville's splotched hammer and put it as late as she could into her mouth.

OJ :"Oh tinker's dam ! Is this bitch a nut too ?"

news bulletin :"well, we haven't figured that damn out yet. She only been here a couple of day and she's done right so far. Was gon na have her do some more free weight but, we could roll in the hay her right now if you want ?"

Elena's eyes widened. These two guys were gon na get laid her today. Her pussy started to water again at the thought of being in a 3. She was now gon na get firsthand accounts of what had happened to Sherri a few nighttime 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 Elwyn Brooks White pussy."

flashbulb :"Alright misfire. Kane. Looks like your physical exertion today just took a detour. Take them clothes off and meet us over there on the mats."

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

split second :"Very squeamish fille. Kane. That's what I meant about no hair. You got it ! Now remember to always be shaved like that ! I don't wan na ever see or sense stubble either. Even if it means shaving every mother fucking nighttime !"

She smiled and nodded then got down on the lusterlessness on her knees between them both and recommenced with the other cock sucking, making sure to rotate her back talk from turncock to swagger. They did that for a while before Mr. Johnson lay down on the mat and Elena crawled between his wooden leg and continued blowing him. She was now on all quaternary and Orville got behind her and fed his ten-inches into her pussy.

Elena :"Oh yeah ! roll in the hay my pussy !"

Orville did just that, pounding her pussy from behind as she blew Mr. Johnson. They fucked her for a undecomposed hour in dissimilar positions, with both men filling her mouth and cunt with copious amount of money of black cum. Orville was the world-class to nut in her mouth which tasted very sweet to Elena. When they finished, she was left a unenviable hole and she was told to go and pick up. When she returned to the gym, she was still naked. Orville was gone and Mr. Johnson was standing over by his desk.

flashgun :"Did you savour yourself Miss. Kane ?"

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

Flash :"good. On your way plate, I'm gon na require you to go to a drug shop and buy yourself an enema kit. Make for sure it's a re-usable one. Starting tonight, and EVERY night, your new ritual before going to bed is to enema your dickhead. Make sure that you are completely clean back there every I day before entering this gym. Understand ?"

Elena :"Yes."

Flash :"secure ! Now give me four sets 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 pharmaceutics that had changed its name to Gary's Drugs, but you could still see the old faded Rix polarity 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 dwelling ate, showered, then used the enema kit to redden her asshole out. Even though she had always been stoutness Elena only defecated once every three days so it wasn't a big job especially with her new diet.

The next aurora was day four. Mr. Johnson made her do some more weightlift sets, some more push-ups, sit-ups, and some more diddlyshit cosmetic surgery. She worked out a good four 60 minutes but she didn't get any black prick or even a black dildo. On day five it was some Thomas More of the same. At the origin of day six Mr. Johnson outlawed clothing.

fanfare :"young lady. 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 tolerate for gentle access code, but it will allow me to canvas your body definition. Now go get undressed."

At this point nothing that Mr. Johnson asked Elena to do she oppugn. She quickly went to the cabinet way and took off all of her clothing. When she returned, Mr. Johnson was completely naked as well. But as she walked out into the centre of the gym, she saw two Sir Thomas More naked black men sitting around the weights arena. This was a first and Elena felt immediately self-conscious. Her instinct was to cut across herself up with her munition but she quickly removed them knowing that doing so would get her yelled at.

William Curtis :"Damn mon ! look at them phat boob on dis beetch !"

Nick :"split second 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 beard was shuddery and the only affair that he was wearing was a long atomic number 79 concatenation around his neck. He was sitting on a exercising weight work bench and his extended wide-eyed black cock was hanging down like the clapper from a church service bell. His epithet was William Curtis Struthers. His cock was the wide of the mark penis that Elena had ever seen. It looked like a large burnt kielbasa sausage dangling over the meat counter of a deli.

The other man was another guy well over six feet like Mr. Johnson. His name was Nick Anvayney. His name rhymed perfectly with the nickname they all gave him ‘ Thick N'Veiny'because of the ten-inch very thick hammer with pronounced vein when it was hard that he had hanging between his stifle. Nick's glowering inglorious skin only made it that more intimidating. They were two more than employees of Mr. Johnson's gym, both licence acrobatic trainers.

photoflash :"Hey young woman Kane, I'd like to introduce you to snick and Curtis. They're gon na be portion of your workout today."

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

flashing :"See today we all gon na fracture 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 take three contraband cocks up there. Three very great black cocks. She didn't daring show her displeasure though. She just swallowed her fears and went with it.

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

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

fanfare :"Nope ! You're gon na ride the dildo bike for thirty minutes. We got ta capable 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 exercising weight set up on the other side. The only program line I got is don't start the coil until we get in. Then continue the curls without stopping. We gon na forge both the glute muscles and the arms during this exercise. Rule # 3 : A woman ain't whippy, if she's too stringent. Understand ?"

Elena :"Yes. I understand."

Curtis :"Yeah beetch, understand ? you gon na sense da burn in more manner than be just one !"

The three of them started laughing. Elena ignored the laughter and got herself cook 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 pedal to impress the dildo upward and back trying to get it in. It took a good three arcminute, but she finally got the drumhead 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 lube to pull it in deeper and make up affair more comfy. Her ass would always push up off the seat whenever the dildo came up. Finally, she was able to work it in and out without it hurting. She started the bicycle and began pedaling. The safety 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 and the dildo never left her ass.

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

As she worked the pedal point on the wheel, she glanced over at the three men who were sitting around watching her and jerking off. At the ten-minute scar her mother fucker was better acclimated and the fucking began to finger very unspoiled causing her pussycat to water profusely again. It was like the dildo was sawing her in half between her legs, pushing her anal retentive tooth decay surface wider and wider with each thrust up.

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

At the twenty-minute mark the dildo was in a unspoiled six in deep. Elena was enjoying her ass shtup and couldn't waiting to finger warm live penises in her ass. She squealed and squirmed and screamed riding the bike faster and making the men grueling than rock. Finally, the bell rang on the bike signifying the end of the ride.

Curtis popped up from his seat and picked Elena up off of the motorcycle like she was a plumage and then carried her over to the weight bench. On the bench, Elena positioned her genu apart so that her legs were opened wide and set her articulatio cubiti up on the pad and hooked her fingers around the system of weights bar.

photoflash :"Remember, don't start 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 cheeks. The lubrication gel was very chill and it felt good. newsflash's fingers felt good as well as he rubbed it as deeply into her asshole as he could get it. He also brushed his fingers across her wet kitty-cat a few times as well.

gouge 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 military position behind her ass. With his powerful hand resting on the infrastructure of her spine, she started to sense the force per unit area of his stopcock as he pushed it against her anal retentive cavity.

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

Just then William Curtis came to the decent side of her and pulled her mind towards him and stay his full prick near her lips.

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

She opened her oral cavity and tried with limited success to stretch her lips over the foreland of it. Curtis'cock was only semi-hard and it was too big for her rima oris, how in the hell was he gon na get it into her arsehole ? She could feel her jaw spreading wider as he pried open her mouth with each poking of his cock. It was finally into her mouth at least two column inch and she could feel it poking at the back of her mouth. While her aid were diverted by the inconceivable face nookie that she was getting, Nick had a good four inches of his own dick pushing in and out of her rigorous asshole.

Nick :"tinker's dam this ass is still tight ! That fucking bike didn't open up SOB ! Not gon na be long before I have to nut !"

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

Curtis pulled from her mouth and Elena refocused herself to the pecker going in and out of her ass. It felt cracking. She steadied her hands on the weight unit bar and started to do her Curl while snick fucked away at her ass. It truly was a peck. Elena could feel the burn from the weightiness in her biceps and her shoulders, as well as the pressure from Nick's hot hammer as it probed deeper and deeper into her anus.

quint minutes like that before William Curtis finally pulled out and dash a stocky sticky load up Elena's back. It was the first prison term a man had shot his spermatozoan on her back and it felt very warm but messy. nick put it back in her ass for a duo of more ticker before moving away. The whole time Elena never stopped curling the weights. flashing was next to fuck her asshole. Which he did for the next seven minute or so before pulling out and tagging off to Curtis. Elena's pump started to thrum faster and she got understandably unquiet knowing that Curtis was taking his turn of events next.

Curtis began feeding his wide monster in and it felt like someone was trying to split up her physical structure open with a drain pipe from under a sink. She'd already been opened up by a bike dildo, and then two tool that were well lubed, and Curtis was now making it palpate like it was all beginning again. Each thrust in horn in her bastard walls farther apart.

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

He gaped her ass unresolved for the next ten instant before finally flooding his lode into her anus. Then it was dent's crook again. Each man took three round come, all the while Elena continued doing coil with the weights. Finally, after they all were finished twinkling told her to stop the curls. They were all a bit sweaty, and the three men rested a while as Elena drank some Gatorade to replenish her electrolytes. Elena felt salutary. Tired but good. At least the fears of getting fucked in the ass were now over. And truth be told, she rather liked have a gravid hammer deep up in her asshole. It was only 10:30am though which was still early, something that Mr. Dr. Johnson realized as well.

Flash :"young woman Kane, I'm gon na give ya another ten minute 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 fuck you for a patch in all of your holes. You're up for that right ?"

Another surprise. Elena was hoping that her physical exercise was gon na be done for the day. Her ass was fucked open well and her arms felt like jelly. Now she was going to be triple teamed, another first for the pretty little Hawaiian. She defied her exhaustion and met his question with postiche eagerness.

Elena :"for certain ! Whatever you say."

They sat around for another ten minute of arc before Elena was told to connect them on the mats. newsflash lay down and told her to impale her pussy on his stopcock, which she did, and then Curtis got his wide obelisk back into her asshole. Nick stuck his cock into her mouth and they triple teamed her for the adjacent minute and a half, switching place when necessary.

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

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

news bulletin :"There you go Miss Kane. You've already lost 15 pounds. I can actually start to see that you've lost some weight too."

Elena looked in one of the uncut mirrors. He was right. Her body was starting to wait a little LE fat. There was a big smile on her typeface. She couldn't wait to get started on the day's workout. The bit workweek consisted of more fucking and more weights. They did the triad penetration day once again, this time with flash bulb, OJ, and nick Anvayney.

On day 14 she began the day on the graduated table and her weight was now down to 143. She'd lost another 23 pounds and she turned and jumped into Flash's arms and hug and kissed him on the cheek when she saw the totals.

Flash :"Alright Miss. Kane ! It's obvious that you are glad with your results. As you can see, in only 14 days of my political program, you have lost a whopping 38 hammering. Are you prepare to take it up another notch ?"

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

flashing :"That's what I want to get word ! Starting tomorrow we're gon na double up your weights, sets, and time limit point. We're gon na shape those muscles and eliminate the rest of that fat until you are tilt and beautiful ! But that's tomorrow ! Today…today…Rule # 4 : A woman ain't truly fulfilled, unless she's sharing with many others."

The gym doorway on the far right on which was marked ‘ Trainer's way'then opened and in walk OJ, Nick Anvayney, TW, and Curtis Struthers. They were of row all naked and their semi-erect phallus were swinging between their legs as they walked. Elena was going to be gang banged by all five of them.

twinkling :"Yes, today me and my boy are gon na turn that piffling ass out. We're gon na open up all of them little white cakehole. With our cocks we're gon na Irish punt and tenderize your body and sound off those obstinate fat cubicle out of you ! We also gon na record it all for posterity."

Mr. Samuel Johnson pointed at the two corners of the gym where the mats were set up and there was a stationary television camera in each set up near the ceiling. Standing in the box was also a unawares skinny sinister cleaning woman named Tammie who was holding a hand held tv camera. It was explained to Elena that she was going to motion-picture show a porno series called Hawaiian joy and that they were going to sell the tape measure to an grownup web site which would help pay for her gym membership fees. At this pointedness Elena didn't maintenance. Her heart was racing with anticipation of having sex with five grim men in one session.

New York minute :"Okay then. Here's how everything's gon na go. first you are gon na get on your knees right on the white tape in the center."

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

Flash :"We will then commemorate fifteen bit of rotated blowjob. After that, you will get on all 4 and you will draw and be fucked until I say so. There will be a cock in your oral cavity and pussy at all times. succeeding, we'll do the same matter for a while but in missionary. Next, back on all fours and we'll take spell gaping that ass. In the next stage, all three holes will be fucked at once. The final aspect we're gon na all nut in your face."

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

Elena ignored TW's taunting and walked swiftly over to the mat and got down on her knees in the center of it. All five men then surrounded her in a lap with their semi-hard black phallus dangling in front of her brass. For the next 15 minutes she rotated her mouth, tongue, fingers and decoration over all five black rooster and globe feverishly, trying desperately to make them cum but to no avail. During this hale sequence, Elena's pussy was poked and prodded with numerous different black fingerbreadth which made it sopping wet.

newsflash :"okay bitch get on all foursome ! We about to wrack that pussy now."

Elena wiped away the excess spit from her facial expression and then got on all fours between all of the men. Only a few weeks ago the pudgy Hawaiian girl was at utmost system of weights and sexually frustrated. Now she was 38 lbs. lighter and overwhelmed daily by sex with blackness cocks. The five men took turns the next three hours splitting Elena's pussy open with their boastfully black heart hammers. They also stretched her throat clear, filling her belly with piles of pitch blackness cum. Elena herself came numerous times as the five black men fucked her pussy into the submissions of ecstasy.

After three 60 minutes of pussy pounding and rima oris fucking, they gave those holes a rest and focused on Elena's third comment. She was again positioned on all fours and for the next hour and a one-half her ass was gaped open by all five black cocks, each one dumping a load of cum inscrutable into her anus at to the lowest degree once. Elena could experience them entering the cryptic region of her anal canal, stretching her rectum wider and wider. The noises from the cameras zooming in and out were more frequent during these parts of the taping.

Finally, it was time to treble team all of Elena's maw and they basically took turns doing that the rest of the day. Elena felt so unaffixed but constantly broad which defied system of logic. It wasn't until close to 7pm before they finally wrapped and Elena was told she could get dressed and go rest home. She was both emotionally and physically exhausted and that dark she slept deeper than she ever had in her lifetime.

Over the succeeding few weeks the days blended together, and Elena's workouts got more physical. She could feel her body toning up and her skin getting tighter around her castanets. Looking in the mirror, she now wasn't able to see any extra flab on her blazonry and legs and especially around her midsection. It was all vaporize quickly. By workweek's end Elena's weight was down to 120 pounds losing another twenty-three. Week three was to a greater extent of the same with Elena doing all of the prior exercises at least twice more and on weighting day she had lost another five pounds bringing her weight to 115. Between all of the roll in the hay, the exercises, and the extreme rolled oats dieting, Elena shed a whopping 75 Pound by the good five weeks end. She now weighed in at a svelte 112 pounds, and looked absolutely amazing. The midget Hawaiian girl was so happy.

month later, Elena still keeps to the program. Now-a-days her workout aren't as extreme and her diet is not as strict. She doesn't lift much weight unit anymore because her sinew are now adequately toned. When she goes to the gym now it's only two sentence a calendar week and she goes for a few minutes on the exercise motorcycle or the treadwheel and then some black cock fucking by jiffy or one of the early trainer, or often a combination of whomever is nowadays that day in the gym. The number of different black pecker that Elena has been with has ballooned beyond wink and his trainers. Sometimes Flash has special black node who get to fuck 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 holes and whomever he brings with him Elena must fuck them too. This is called collections, and on appeal day she must perform whatever sex act ( s ) that K-Dawg request of her. Elena has grown to get laid the attention and looks forward to Thursday nights the most.

This is how she's able to pay for her gym time and the past debts that she has accumulated during the continuance of the program. What Elena and every former cleaning woman who joins the syllabus doesn't know is that there isn't any end to it. The care are so steep that a miss never truly pays it off no thing how much sex that she has. Unfortunately, none of them figure it out until they are deeply in debt to it all and in well-nigh character, addicted to it anyway. The alternative payment plans have their booby trap too. The only three ways to arrest the cycle and come out from under newsbreak's thumb is what he calls Dance, Train, or Auction.

saltation is self-explanatory. Basically, the missy ends up stripping for a pre-determined time period of clip while still keeping up gym show and assembling daytime. The payments are accelerated with all of her net sent directly to the gym, and the fair sentence to finish this option is usually a total year, sometimes more. By that time, well-nigh of the charwoman end up addicted to drugs and end up becoming wide fledged strippers the rest of their life. They also fall under the thumb of the club owner so it's like going from the frying pan into the fire with this option. Only the wiser missy who stay unobjectionable come out of the other side and break completely free.

The train choice business deal are shorter in time but by sheer volume in dim peter. A girl who has a gear ran on her suck and fucks tons of Shirley Temple dick in very turgid gangbang seance. It's to a greater extent than one occurrent, and it's all done within a thirty-day period. So, it's three to five train with an inexhaustible number of black men in a month's sentence. It's payment on steroids, and the girl who chooses this option is usually finished with the gym and appeal sojourn. They are told that the men are all make clean but truth be told that would remove money to set up and Flash isn't bankrolling any STD testing. It's a loose for all with many risks and most women shy away from this option.

The auction bridge option is basically the cut-rate sale of your debt and body to another party. That one has the uncertainty of metre served and/or overall berth with your new creditors. Elena has been briefed on all of the choice and she has decided to stay within her current program, the two gym sojourn and the one accumulation nighttime. The status quo is never ending and she'll most probable 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 in time. To do that though, she must also assist with recruitment. Once Flash gets you into chassis, you are asked to levy other white woman for gym membership. When it was explained to her, it was presented to her as Rule # 5 : A charwoman ain't complete, unless she spreads the word. Basically, she's expected to bring other white women into the curriculum just like her acquaintance Sherri had done with her.

Elena's been talking to a new female child at the secretarial puddle as of of late. Her figure is Molly Donovan, a 21-year-old that just started working there only a few calendar week ago. She's a wet-behind-the-ears petty girl really, individual that Elena can easily persuade to do anything, given that she has taken her under her wing. molly isn't fat or out of shape at all, and she wouldn't need a gym membership anywhere, but she's beautiful and she'll be just what trice has ordered.

The End