The cab driver watched hungrily as the umbrella holding Elena Kane stepped over the puddle at the base of the bridle on her way from his cab to the entrance of the gym. The old dark man had been stealing looking at the now thin and pretty Hawaiian sweetheart the whole ride in his rear-view mirror as she sat with her long beautiful stage crossed exposing her upper thighs in the back arse of his cab. One survive feel at those legs as they sashayed into the building was sure as shooting enough to provide some decent spank-bank material during a few hereafter rub and tug sessions for the old black man.

Elena wasn't always this fit though. In fact, she was a good 75 lbf. overweight for most of her adult life. The 32-year-old beaut had spent the past year working out at newsflash's physical fitness Factory, adhering to a strict and unique fitness regimen that has allowed her to shed the pounds systematically and influence Elena's body into a curvy pleasure to any man's eyes.

Growing up in Hawaii and raised by a Polynesian mother and a Caucasian language father, the 4'10"short lady friend with the somewhat facial expression and grim shortly whisker was always tragically heavy. At her profound, Elena would tip the scales at 187 Syrian pound which given her short height would make her face like a fat person little ball of flesh. It always was a major reference of Elena's low self-esteem because she truly wasn't really a grueling eater. The food she ate wasn't the healthiest 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 too. Her now ex-husband Saint Peter the Apostle used to tease her mercilessly and cruelly which culminated the doomed union into divorce. She was 26 at the metre and Hawaii Island became a place that Elena just didn't want to be anymore. She decided to prompt 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 piece of work Sherri Kimbelsen began raving about a unique and successful gym in the Willowbrook area that catered specifically to corpulence women, and helped them cast unwanted pounds. Sherri seemed very diamond about Elena giving this picky plan a try. The sell job was really aggressive and well-rehearsed.

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

Sherri :"wellspring yes, but I'm telling you that this gym, it's well worth it. I myself always was a good 25 pounding heavier, and no thing what I did I just couldn't lose that free weight. Then I went to blink of an eye President Lyndon Johnson's gym and within hebdomad I looked like this."

She put her weapon out in sound projection of her fit figure. Sherri was beautiful and looked as physically fit as a super-model would look. 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 attract attention especially from the bosses in work. She stood at 5'8 ”, 113 lbs. with 34-22-32 measurements, long blonde hairsbreadth halfway down her back, and the recollective legs showcased by the types of high heels that she always wore. Sherri was a bombshell, the typical Cali smoke hot blonde, and she always dressed that way too, wearing shortstop skirts and cleavage showing blouses.

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

Sherri :"kibosh it ! You are a very pretty miss. All you've got to do is lose the weighting. I'm telling you, go see ostentation. He'll help you out. After a few weeks of his program you won't believe how great you'll look. It's a life history changer."

Elena :"well, I DO own a service break coming up. I suppose it can't hurt to go contain it out."

In an campaign to keep a refreshed figure among their guest, the company that staffed the secretarial puddle gave the gentlewoman employed with them a yearly five-week vacation break. It was a courteous benefit that wasn't common with other companies but it did wonders for the women who worked for them. It also stocked their customer with a revolving room access of refreshing faces which made a line look like it employed a lot more than hoi polloi than it really had. It made them seem successful.

Sherri :"trade good estimate ! Five calendar week of blink of an eye 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 cut you better take me out to some clubs."

Sherri's face changed a piddling to a tone of negative surprisal. Then she quickly smiled to spread over up what she was thinking. She knew that once Elena started the program that she wouldn't have any meter to go out to clubs and company. In fact, there was a lot that Sherri wasn't telling her that Elena would soon get hold out. Never-the-less, she promised.

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

That conversation was on a Wednesday. The following Sun morning and a day into her help break, Elena put on a pair of perspiration pants and a loose-fitting sweatshirt and a brace of E. B. White sneak. She decided to go to Willowbrook to check out flare's gym. Twenty minutes later after exiting a bus and walking a few blocks, she stood in forepart of newsflash's fittingness manufactory. It was a very grubby looking home on the corner of an L-shaped miniskirt strip mall next to a derelict John Barleycorn computer storage. The people on the street walking by her were all nigrify, and standing there in her sweats she sure enough stuck out like a sore thumb. Finally, she summoned the courage to go inside.

interior, there was a quiesce and deserted gym with a few rows of dissimilar exercise machines lined up. It was a pretty big elbow room that had a big open area after the machines, and way at the back of it all was a desk with a improbable powerful black man sitting at it. Elena looked down at her fundament and swallowed, then walked through the hollow gym towards the man. The squeaks on the level from her stoolpigeon echoed off the gym wall, but the big black man never looked up at her from his newspaper until she was right in forepart of his desk.

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

His vocalism was very gruff and flash and it caught Elena off safety. She didn't know that Sherri had already told him about her. She stood there a bit nervous and a lilliputian abash and didn't say anything.

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

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

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

He bent down and reached into a low-spirited draftsman of the filing locker behind his chair and pulled out a pink variation bra and short set with the gym's logotype on them. He then turned back around and tossed them on the desk in front of Elena.

Flash :"Here ya go, go in that footlocker 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 weights today and you're gon na need something besotted on."

Elena tentatively picked up the clothes and walked slowly towards the locker way. She wasn't expecting to get down any physical exercise the first gear day. She started to think about what she was getting herself into. Could she possibly keep open coming to this gym in this very bad neighborhood ? Was this crude man legitimatize ? Elena's mind was racing.

Inside the storage locker room, Elena found an void footlocker and then got unappareled and began to put on the sports bra first. Her 34D chest hardly fit in it and it barely stretched over her declamatory nipples which were hard and predominantly poking through the tight pink spandex material. It pushed her breasts up and together like a wonder bra would and pointed her rock-hard mammilla straight forward which was a bit embarrassing and revealing. The behind of her pinhead stuck out of it a little as well showing sizeable under breast, and there just wasn't a way to unfold the material completely over them.

The shorts on the other script were a whole other concern. She tried to put them on over her underwear but just couldn't because of the tight fit. She eventually decided to just absent her step-in and go commando hoping that the gym well laundered its clothing. As she pulled the shorts up to her waist, she felt the seat of them wedge tight and deep into her ass shot. She spent a few minutes trying to align the shortstop in place but to no avail.

This guy can't be serious, can he ? These things were way too small. She turned and stared at herself in the mirror and the flab on her arm branch and stomach hung out from the soaked rig and looked very unflattering. She started to cry, which she did for the next five moment. Finally, Elena composed herself and she grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself and walked back out to the gym. She stood at blink of an eye'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. Johnson, these things don't fit. I feel very stymy wearing them."

Flash :"fille Kane, it looks like I've got to be blunt. So here it is…the frigid punishing facts. YOU are a fat cunt ! My job is to form you NOT a fat bitch ! Everything that you have tried on your own in the preceding obviously hasn't worked, because you are STILL a fat bitch ! feeling at yourself…no issue what you've done to alter, you haven't ! That's why you are here ! You wan na continue being a fat bitch ? Then there's the get laid door ! Get the fuck out and kibosh wasting my time ! You're at the first crossroad Elena, so, form up your judgement right now !"

Elena was shocked by his bluntness. But as mean as he was, he was justly. Everything she had tried in the past to avail herself fall back weight had failed and failed miserably. She wanted to be slight. She needed this and she knew it. Maybe this was a carrefour in her living and she needed to spend More time thinking on it all but standing in front of this big dim and common gym flight simulator she felt coerce and intimidated.

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

Elena :"I'm sorry. I'm just a short pock is all. I want to begin your syllabus"

blink of an eye :"Alright then. Sorry I yelled, but sometimes it's the but way to get through to people. It won't be the first 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 liveliness is to remember that your lifespan sucks as it is right now. So, it IS personal. Let it cut through to your affection and together we will twist all this horseshit around ! Now, in the weeks to make out you will do whatever I say, when I say it, and how I say it without any doubtfulness. I don't fall in a piece of ass what I ask you to do, you gon na do it ! Do you finger me ?"

Elena :"Y-yes."

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

She removed the towel and stood there pouring out of the mean pinko athletics bra and shorts. flare came around from his desk with a clipboard in his handwriting and started to walk slowly around her with a look of survey across his face. The man was immense. He was easily over six foot and his muscle definition made him look very wide-eyed and imposing. The jersey and drawers he was wearing were tight like another layer of cutis gap over his dark-mocha colored body. The man was an Adonis. He then reached out and put his helping hand on her leftfield bosom which startled her a little.

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

He rolled the tit of her titty through the bra between his thumb and fore finger as he spoke. She could feel it getting even harder as a rush of electricity flooded through her body ; stimulated from his touch. He then walked behind her and gave her left ass boldness a difficult slap which not only stung but sent the aforesaid electricity, as well as pain sensation, shooting cold and fast through her.

Elena :"Ouch ! What was that for ?"

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

Elena :"Anal density ?"

Flash :"Don't trouble about it. It's all proficient. 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 whole situation."

What was he even talking about ? Anal density ? Elena began to feel a short confounded. She stood there watching this giant sinister man circle her half bare dead body making hands-on critiques of it, touching her in inappropriate places, and scribbling things on his clipboard. It was a minuscule bit humiliating and unearthly, but for some unknown ground to her it was also erotic which made no sense. following, he bent down in front of her and put his left paw in her crotch domain. He dragged his fingers across her inner thighs and then across the stuff of the shorts against her pubic knoll. The intimate electrical energy again raced through her blood. He was basically fondling her.

Flash :"Not bad. A little bit thundery on the second joint, but we can fix all of that. Go stand on that shell over there. We got ta get a origin weighting. And dispatch those shoes. All my trainee bitches work out barefooted."

Elena removed her sneakers and walked over to the scurf and stood on it. The digital number above her point read 181 pounds. The number embarrassed Elena and Mr. Lyndon Johnson's boisterous and miserly words didn't boost her self-esteem either.

twinkling :"Damn Miss. Kane ! For a very short woman that's a hell of a lot of weight unit ! For a girlfriend your tiptop I could make 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 bicycle. Now, it's all set up to the spec that I want for you. So, go on over and ride that fucking bike for XXX minutes !"

Elena :"You mean…now ?"

Flash :"No…next hebdomad. YES, fucking now ! Get your livid 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 bike. She hated doing cardio character 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 niggling to make a big and powerful man forcefully tell her what to do. In some way it made her feel like soul cared about her, even if he was doing so with sharp vulgarity.

Flash :"Oh…and Miss. Kane ; that's thirty direct arcminute. Don't blockage for nothing ! You keep those foot lever going non-stop. There's a toll that will environ on the bike that will recount you when you are finished. Until you hear that bell…don't fucking stop !"

Elena got on the bike. The seat of it was a small bit in high spirits, 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 reach the foot lever and everything and aside from the position forward and the coarseness of the pedal point on her spare feet, she felt pretty comfortable. She slowly started pedaling. There was some impedance but it wasn't anything that she couldn't handle. After a few minutes, she could really start to finger the burning in her peg, her hips, and some numbness on her fingers and arms. The sweat started to pour and Elena got into a proficient riding rhythm.

By the twenty-minute mark, she started to puff and puff. Her legs were tired and she couldn't feel anything in her weapon anymore. Now she was watching the timer silently cheering on the thirty-minute soft touch to arrive waiting for the end. She tried to recall of early affair. She thought about her booster Sherri and wondered how she happened to find this detail gym. It didn't really matter how Sherri found the gym she just looked pose. Always tight beautiful and radiant. If Elena could work herself to even half the shape that Sherri was in, it would be a victory she thought.

The second ticked down and finally the Alexander Bell rang on the cycle. She stopped pedaling and leaned back on the seat. She felt spent as the fret poured out from every pore on her consistence. She sat there for a few minute waiting for the feelings to return in both her weapon and legs. Finally, she gingerly got off the bike and walked across the gym back to Mr. Johnson's desk where he sat reading his paper.

trice :"Okay Miss. Kane, fare on over to the bench over here and let's see how lots system of weights you can press. We'll start with 5 reps of 25 pounds."

Elena :"Reps ?"

split second :"Yeah motherfucker reps ! We work out here at Flash's fittingness Factory ! This ain't like all those other fucking gymnasium, those cookie pinnace that have you just run on a treadmill and shucks ! You're gon na sweat here girl. Kane ! We got five weeks to trounce your little butterball ass into shape, and we gon na do it ! You dig ?"

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

Flash :"Never piece of tail idea 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 fuck I say ! Now give me some reps on this here machine !"

Elena sat on the bench and stretched out on it on her back. Her peg were still sore but her subdivision felt better than a few transactions ago. Flash stood near her head to blemish her, and when she looked up, she glimpsed the big protuberance emanating from his spandex shorts located almost right there about two fundament above her face. It was impressively vauntingly and looked like he had a small animal stuffed in his short. How big was this guy's member ? She tried to not acknowledge it, but wasn't achieving her goal. She continued to stare at it while she pressed the system of weights up and down. Five rep and done, and her eyes never left his bulge.

Flash :"Very good. okey relax, I'm gon na up the system of weights a little bit."

He bent forward and reached around and added more weight to the bar. As he did so, his spandex-clad peter got a lot closer to Elena's expression. end enough that she could smell the musky olfactory perception of it. It wasn't an unpleasant olfactory sensation, in fact, it was rather nice and very nipping. Elena stared at it and could see the precis of its length through the spandex material. She could feel herself getting turned on.

Flash :"Okay we're up to 40 lbf.. establish me two circle of 5 rep with this weight."

She again started to lift the weights. It was a little heavier with the extra pound but she pushed it up and down with relative ease. The whole time she couldn't celebrate her center off of the large spandex-clad musical composition of meat that was hanging in a smuggled spandex hammock just above her face. Again, somehow, she got through it without incident.

Flash :"Very thoroughly Miss. Kane. Okay, on this next set we are gon na prove your dexterity and world power, as well as your ability to concenter. Nothing should disorder you from finishing your quest. The system of weights will stay the Same but I want three sets of 10. Remember, DO NOT break your concentration."

Elena :"Okay."

Mr. Johnson walked to the former end of the bench down by her invertebrate foot. He strapped both of her feet down at the ankle joint to each leg of the bench. The judiciary was a little bit wide of the mark than a measure weight bench, about a estimable thirty inches wide which once her articulatio talocruralis were strapped down her legs were circularise spread out to their maximum. He also fastened a strap around her shank locking her unharmed torso to the bench.

Elena :"Why are you doing that ?"

Flash :"Wait…. What the screwing did you just say ? Is that a fucking interrogation ? What did we JUST establish about fucking inquiry ?"”

Elena :"I…I didn't mean…"

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

She again took storage area of the bar and steadied to do her reps. She erased the tongue-lashing that she had just gotten from her mind and reset herself emotionally. As she pushed the bar from her chest up for the first off time, she then felt him touching her with his fingers between her ramification. ‘ What was he doing ?'she thought. He was blatantly rubbing her snatch lips through the spandex and it actually felt very good. So good that her body started to respond to his touch and her vagina started to get wet.

The feeling was amazing and very cark, and making it hard to do her reps, but she defiantly didn't let it disrupt what she was doing. Towards the end of the second set of 10 rep she arched her back as practically as the strap around her waistline would admit while Mr. President Johnson dug his finger's breadth into her vagina through her shorts. He even poked his finger into the fabric of the shorts and into her vagina a good inch or so too. Elena's clit was responding to it and driving her loony, but she didn't break concentration which was pretty impressive. He removed his fingers from her crotch area as she returned the bar back up to the rack.

flash :"Very skillful Miss. Kane. You're a flying study. slacken a few more than hour, I'll be right back."

Elena lay their rosy-cheeked. Flushed because of her workout and flushed because of the unscheduled fingering that she had just received. It had been a long spell since a man touched her in that way. She almost forgotten how nifty that it felt. For the next five minutes she relaxed and caught her hint and regained her calm. As her composure began to return, feelings of violation started to creep into her head. Did this man that she just met under an minute ago seriously just molest her ?

She thought again about her beautiful light-haired office champion. Was this how she too had gotten in frame ? A picture of Sherri lying on the weight bench getting fingered by Mr. Lyndon Johnson then fabricated into her mind and Elena's pussy started to leak again. The thinking of Sherri's beautiful legs tied down to the judiciary and Mr. Johnson fingering her admirer's pussycat made her venter do flip flops too. She couldn't help but rub her own kitty-cat through her shortstop thinking about her hot admirer going through the same experience. Before she knew it, Mr. Johnson returned with a weird looking wrench in his right mitt. 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 workbench. This clip his parcel was positioned a few inch from her face, closer than it was before. He then stepped back and pulled the side of the bench and it rose about a foot high-pitched from the floor with Elena still on it. By doing this, her peg pulled tighter towards the hind end of the bench because her feet were still tied to the ramification of it and her feet bottoms rose from the gym floor. The only parts of her feet touching the floor now was her toes.

Mr. Andrew Johnson then made another adjustment behind her capitulum and the end of the bench went down a few inches and her head moved down with it too. It was like she was laying on a bed with her straits hanging off of the side of it. Elena's full body looked like it was on a single-foot being stretched and her musculus 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.

Flash :"O.K., another two hardening of 10 rep. Remember to never snap off assiduity. nil should make you stop your reps. And Miss Kane…also call up this……rule # 1 : A woman can't breathe if she can't expand."

She had no clue what he was talking about. Rule # 1 ? What did that even mean ? Again, she started to do angle rep with the bar It was a little more hard with her drumhead positioned lower than the way it was before. On the fourth rep, she heard Mr. Johnson moving around outside of her eyeshot. He then came into view only this time his gibbosity was completely hanging loose out of his trunks. His cock was vast, a lot crowing than she had imagined it would be. Her heart got really big and before she could say anything, he took it in his hand and positioned it at her brim. She tried to fold her mouth 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. President Andrew Johnson fed his rooster deeper into her pharynx. The fact that she was tied down made it insufferable to prompt away from him. Deeper and deeper he pushed his Black bone into her mouth as she gagged and gasped for air. Her eye started to piddle as well as he fucked her face with his turncock. She lost counting on how many reps she was doing with the weight bar but she didn't think she should break until she was told to.

After a good ten minutes, she felt his peter jump to pulsate and then a few seconds later she could taste his sperm cell as it filled her mouthpiece and drizzled down her opened-up throat into her stomach. Between her pegleg was becoming a drenched stack. Mr. President Johnson pulled out from her mouth and then helped her seat the weighting back up on its holders on the simple machine. She just lay there trying to see her breather for a few minutes. Her arms felt like jelly and her mouth felt sore and stretched. She still could sample the salty taste of sperm in her oral cavity which was better tasting than she expected it to be. Then after a few transactions Mr. President Lyndon Johnson untied her ankle from the bench.

ostentation :"okay Miss Kane, I've got a tactile sensation of what your entire platform is gon na be. You may go change and reappearance tomorrow at 8am. Don't be late ! We've got a lot to cover !"

He walked back behind his desk putting his now rapidly flaccid sperm dripping phallus back into his boxershorts. Elena stared at him for a few seconds as he sat there reading his newsprint. She wiped the cum from her lips with the binding of her hand before silently getting up and heading into the footlocker elbow room. As she got dressed, she couldn't believe that this man had just basically forced her to fuck up him. The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. She finished getting dressed and then returned to the gym with a fire inside her belly looking to chip in her new ‘ trainer'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 minutes, she decided to just impart so she forgot about it all and left. On the way home Elena made a pact with herself that she would not return to the gym and that she might even report Mr. Andrew Johnson to the constabulary.

That night she thought long and hard about what had happened. She started to think about how she allowed Mr. Johnson to get it on her mouth and didn't try at least once to stop him. She thought about how her trunk felt and how wet it all made her between her ramification. She thought about the musky odor and the touch sensation of his egg as they pushed against her nose and eyes as he pushed his shaft deep into her throat and came hard into her stomach. As she lay there with guilt, self-reproach, and a bit of choler, she was unconsciously rubbing at her pussy again, working her fingerbreadth while she lay with her ramification splayed wide across her bed.

Then her head started to fill with dubiousness again. How could he have taken advantage of her like that ? Maybe this guy was not being straight with her and decided to pull a degenerate one on a new young lady. Did Sherri do it about any of this ? Maybe he had no intent of helping her get fit. Maybe this was all a big scam. Could she honestly go back there in the dawn ? She wasn't thinking straight. Her eye started to close and before long she fell fast asleep.

The next morning Elena woke up early, showered and dressed and got on the bus for Willowbrook. Her subdivision still felt a little sore but her angriness was completely gone and it was replaced with anticipation. It was almost like her night's sleep had erased all of Mr. Andrew Johnson's molestation and had replaced it all with exercising eagerness. She got to the gym at 7:54am and waited for him to come. He showed up about 12 transactions late and he was carrying a shopping bag.

Flash :"Good dayspring fille. Kane, how did you catch some Z's ?"

Elena :"I slept alright, and except for some arm irritation I feel pretty good."

New York minute :"Well that's nice. arrive 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 solid lot more to do !"

She followed him into the gym and all the way to his desk area. She watched him from bottom and for the for the first time metre noticed that he had the distinctive grim male person ass, high and shaped nicely. They sat down and he reached into his top draftsman and pulled out some papers.

New York minute :"judging by yesterday, it's obvious to me that your little acquaintance Sherri didn't fill you in on completely everything about this program. You see, she did you no party favour by keeping you in the dark like this so here it is straight up. The secret to helping white women turn a loss weight is Diet, Exercise, and near importantly, sex with smutty tool. Nothing but big mordant hammer and lots of it."

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

Flash :"Miss. Kane, I can see by the face on your face that you are conflicted. Once again, I will give you the out. But this is your close fortune. If you feel that you just can not cover this political program then there's the piece of tail door ! Be gone with you ! Take your piece of shit fat body and get the ass out ! Or…you can stay and we can continue. You have simple seconds to decide."

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

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

Mr. Lyndon Johnson smiled but Elena did not. She just sat there listening to his instruction. What he was saying was vile and noisome but her sensibilities 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 good morning for breakfast you may give some oatmeal. This oatmeal rightfulness here. It's a special blend."

He reached into the bag and pulled out a no-named box of burgoo that was in a cylinder-shaped box. He also took out a box of rolled oats streak that were wrapped in blank Theodore Harold White wrappers.

wink :"Either eat a pipe bowl of oatmeal, or eat a piece of ass oatmeal bar ! Either way, that's all you are allowed to eat in the morning before you come here. For dinner ? Again, the fucking oatmeal ! No meat, no vegetables, no fruit, no fucking bread, nothing else ! A few calendar week of this diet and the workplace we will do here, and you will lose some weight pretty fucking fast ! Then we can act upon on your definition. sympathize ?"

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

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

He handed her another sports bra and shorts set with the gym logotype on them only this set was yellow. She walked to the cabinet elbow room to change into them. Once again, the bra was very stiff and her big tit were pouring out of it. The boxershorts though, the boxershorts were crotchless. It wasn't even a true crotchless dyad of shorts, the opening looked like it was ripped capable 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. President Andrew Johnson about them was a no-no, so she just put them on and returned to the gym.

blink of an eye :"Looking good in sensationalistic Miss. Kane. See that mat over there in the corner ? The blue air one ? Go over there, and kick in me three Seth of 10 sit-ups and then three circle of 10 push-ups. We are on a fourth dimension schedule so don't shag 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 grandiloquent and fit, and very muscular like Mr. Andrew Johnson. It was a man named Tony Wright. Tony was also a personal trainer and he worked for instant. His muscularity 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 glimpses of them through her sit-ups. She was trying to hear their conversation and maybe benefit a little more understanding of the unanimous place.

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

Flash :"Yup. Friend 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 hook up with Orville tonight…."

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

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

The two black men laughed and high fived each other. Then they went outside. Elena could see their silhouettes in the big frosted picture window of the gym. She didn't know what they meant but she did pull in 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 good and nerveless. As she got close to the end of her final examination set, Mr. President Johnson returned to the gym.

Flash :"Miss. Kane, today we're gon na do some more bike work, with a twist. You see, if you're gon na be taking some smuggled prick between those legs, then we're gon na have to unfold your dump up a bit. This cycle is a minuscule different from the one you rode yesterday. picket this…you're gon na love this shit !"

She followed him over to the exercise bicycle which had a prominent black tarp over it covering it completely. He removed the tarp and the maiden thing that Elena noticed was the head word of a turgid Shirley Temple dildo poking out from a mess in the middle of the bike's tail end. The gear connected to the pedals was extra-large too.

Mr. President Andrew Johnson then reached down and pedaled the pedals with his manus a few rotation and the dildo slid up and down through the bike seat. The dildo was a good ten in and almost all of it came through the seat during one pedal rotation. Elena was expected to submit almost the all thing while pedaling a steady rhythm on the bike.

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

Elena :"Y-Yeah."

She took the bottle of lubrication that Mr. President Andrew Johnson handed her and splooged a generous amount of it into her hand. She figured as long as he was offering, she was going to make this task as comfortable as possible. She reached down with her lubricating substance filled palm and spackled it between her leg and generously into her vagina. After wiping her hands with a towel, Elena climbed up on the bike and positioned her body over the hole in the seat. She moved the pedal a little with her left pes and eased the dildo up about two inches into her fountainhead lubed pussy.

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

Flash :"Well, that's how big nigga is too ! Sometimes even bigger ! We got ta open that box up if we're gon na taper pencils in it, if you get my drift ! Now, thirty bit non-stop. You know the practice session. Don't stop until you hear the bell."

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

Elena :"Ahhh nookie ! 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 terms on the pedal point during her climax but caught herself. The dildo was reaching role of her womb that nothing ever had before. Without fellow feeling, the thick disgraceful latex rubber dildo opened up her vagina wide-cut with both fastness and power. Elena's centre rolled back in her fountainhead and she came hard again.

Elena :"AHHHH ! AHHHHHHHHH ! OH piece of ass ! I'M CUMMING ! ! ! I'M CUMMING AGAIN !"

Mr. 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 undefendable by the dildo. The XXX min final came to a finale and the bell rang signifying her to break which she did. She came four total times during the whole workout. Elena's legs were extremely weak but she managed to climb off of the wheel and then walk bowlegged over to Mr. LBJ's desk. He looked up at her and smiled.

Flash :"Alright Miss. Kane, back over to the weightiness judiciary. Now we are gon na do some 25-pound squat lifts. Basically, you will stand over the Bench and hold the weightiness behind your head and get-up-and-go it up and down. Give me 5 of them mighty now."

The wear upon and sexually flushed Elena stood over the work bench and positioned the bar behind her neck then did five perfect squat lifts. Each time she squatted down, the rip material of her shortstop between her legs would expand out and her full gaping vagina poked out and was visible to anyone who could see it. The air conditioning blew up her grab and sent a cool quiver up her spine.

Flash :"Very well. O.K. rest a few minute and we'll do another 10. This time we'll add ten more pounds."

She rested a few then got back into placement and was told to do the next 10 set. On the second get-up-and-go up, she felt Mr. Johnson's fingers probing between her legs again. This clock time he was able to insert one deeper into her which he did. As she moved her body up and down with the weights Mr. Johnson finger fucked her pussy in and out.

newsbreak :"Hmm fille. Kane. That dildo really opened your darn 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 wait to have a really opprobrious cock up inside your kitty-cat huh ? I bet you'd erotic love that !"

Elena began to breath heavy. More so in pleasure than in straining pain. Her stage started to sense like jelly and it was getting harder to promote the weight but she answered him.

Elena :"Y-Yes ! I do ! I'd love a melanize cock inside my pussy !"

flashgun :"Yeah I knew that ! All you mother fucking white girls want some black dick !"

She ignored his abuse and continued her set. When she finished the ten diddly-squat, she returned the weights to the motorcar then moved away from the workbench and walked around a little.

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

She watched on with her work force on her shank flushed from the dumpy airlift but also from the work that Mr. Johnson did with his digit in her vagina. It was an odd intuitive feeling to be both blown up from physical exertion and sexually charged up at the Saame time. It made her blood pump faster than she ever felt it through her heart.

Elena watched on as Mr. Johnson repositioned the bench in the exercising weight area. The knee bend poking weight bar was still hanging there on its flag high up on the motorcar. He then lowered the setting closer to the mat and then added another 10 Lebanese pound to each position bringing the summate weight on the bar to 55 pounds.

She then watched as he pulled his T-shirt and then his shorts off. Mr. Johnson now stood there completely naked in front of Elena. His hammer looked rock candy hard and it was pointing a good ten column inch from his balls out straight in the management of her.

ostentation :"miss. Kane, I'm gon na lie down flat on the bench and you are gon na range my body and shit under the weight bar. As soon as I get inside your pussy, I want you to do your weight squats up and down. Understood ?"

Elena :"Yes."

Flash :"And missy. Kane, Rule # 2 : A fair sex can't upgrade to the occasion if she hasn't been down first."

Mr. President Lyndon Johnson then lay down on the mat. Elena put both her legs around his body and then took the free weight onto her neck opening. It was much grave and she strained a little to arrest it in berth and to gain her footing. Everything was measure correctly and adjusted to Elena's small height and for the task she was about to do. She squatted down and held her stance right above Mr. Lyndon Johnson's crotch arena. She then felt him rubbing his peter against her dripping wet pussy lips and after a few seconds he pushed the head of it into her. She let out a aloud moan.

Elena :"OHHHHH ! ! ! ! !"

It felt so dear to have a man's turncock up inside her again. Her ex-husband had about six inches and he only ever was inside her for to a lesser extent than three minutes before he came every time that they had sex. Mr. Dr. Johnson's cock far ceded her ex in both length and girth. She felt full and stretched from the dildo fucking in the first place, and now Mr. Andrew Johnson was pumping her exposed again with his boastfully black hammer. He worked it in a niggling deeper while Elena squatted there holding the 55 pounds above her body.

Once things were all set and copasetic, he gave her the go ahead to begin her thrusts. Up and down she started to push the weight, and in and out Mr. Johnson's gravid mordant cock went into her pussy. Elena's knee started to shake a little and she repositioned her nude feet matt on the floor which made Mr. Lyndon Johnson's cock invade deeper into her womb.

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

The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, weights clanging and banging, and Elena's cries of delight echoed throughout the vacant gymnasium. Mr. Lyndon Johnson had his subdivision spread out, ready to spot any mistakes with the system of weights. Women in the yesteryear had been so overcome with pleasure that they had given out and he learned the hard way to not trust them during this exercise.

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

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

Flash :"We are finished for the day young lady. Kane. Come back tomorrow at 8am, and remember, restrain to the diet. One more matter ; tonight, do some shaving. Remove everything from your branch, forearms, underarms, and of course, shave your pussy region completely. I don't want to see any hair on your consistence anymore except for your principal. Understood ?"

Elena :"Yes Mr. Johnson."

ostentation :"Good ! Now get the screw out ! See ya tomorrow."

She got up, got dressed and quickly left. She felt the burn one would feel from a good workout again. As she sat there on the bus for home, there was an older pitch-black man sitting across from her who stared at her the intact time. It was like she had ‘ Joseph Black cock loose woman'stenciled across her forehead, like he knew what she'd been doing all day. She went domicile, ate, and then ran the water in the bathing tub. She then shaved her body in all the places that Mr. President Lyndon Johnson instructed her to. The hardest was the fuzz just above her ass pass but with the supporter 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. Samuel Johnson yet so she just stood there in front of his desk almost at care waiting for him to come from wherever he had gone. Then she heard a flush and deduced that he was in the bathroom. He walked out from the bath adjusting his drawers. When he saw Elena, he pulled his cock from them and hang it out balls and all exposed.

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

Without reluctance, Elena walked over to Mr. Johnson and got down on her knees. She took his cock in her right hand and lifted it up and then popped it into her mouth and began to suckle on it. From behind her, she heard the gym door open again and then heard some footsteps. It was Orville President Jefferson, another one of Mr. Johnson's men. Orville was tall and fragile and had blotchy skin especially on his human face. He wasn't ugly, but it was clear that he had a skin problem. Mr. Johnson looked up when he heard him.

ostentation :"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 Edward Douglas White Jr. squawk out pretty just ! She a fucking freak ! Licking our asses and everything ! I never had no female parent fucking woman lick my ass before !"

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

Elena listened attentively from her knees in front of them while she continued to suck in on Mr. Johnson's cock. She was gagging a little trying to get nearly of it into her throat. She thought about Sherri and how it must bear looked to see two black men fuck her. Their grim inglorious pelt as they pumped their black putz in and out of her friend's alabaster complexion, it must have been a sight to behold.

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

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

OJ :"Fuck yeah nigga ! Let me get some of dat diddlyshit !"

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

flash :"fille. Kane you're gon na suck OJ here's cock too."

Again, without disinclination, Elena pulled her face from Mr. LBJ's crotch and grabbed hold of Orville's splotched cock and put it as mystifying as she could into her mouth.

OJ :"Oh squat ! Is this bitch a addict too ?"

Flash :"Well, we haven't figured that jack out yet. She only been here a couple of twenty-four hour period and she's done good so far. Was gon na have her do some more weights but, we could bang her right now if you want ?"

Elena's eyes widened. These two cat were gon na have it off her today. Her twat started to water again at the idea of being in a threesome. She was now gon na get firsthand news report 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 whiteness pussy."

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

The two black men started to undress and take the air towards the mat field. Elena slowly undressed as well as she watched them stack the mats 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 haircloth. You got it ! Now think 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 dark !"

She smiled and nodded then got down on the matt on her knees between them both and recommenced with the earlier cock sucking, making surely to revolve her backtalk from hammer to cock. They did that for a piece before Mr. Andrew Johnson lay down on the mat and Elena crawled between his ramification and continued blowing him. She was now on all fours and Orville got behind her and fed his ten-inches into her pussy.

Elena :"Oh yeah ! nooky my pussy !"

Orville did just that, pounding her kitty from behind as she blew Mr. President Lyndon Johnson. They fucked her for a secure hr in different positions, with both men filling her mouth and slit with copious amounts of blackness cum. Orville was the showtime to nut in her mouth which tasted very angelical to Elena. When they finished, she was left a muggy mess and she was told to go and clean house up. When she returned to the gym, she was still naked. Orville was gone and Mr. Johnson was standing over by his desk.

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

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

New York minute :"Good. On your way place, I'm gon na involve you to go to a drug stock and buy yourself an enema kit. make sure it's a re-usable one. Starting tonight, and EVERY Night, your new ritual before going to bed is to enema your asshole. brand sure that you are completely sporting back there every single day before entering this gym. sympathise ?"

Elena :"Yes."

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

Elena did her exercising then left. She stopped at an old out of the way Rix Pharmacy 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 recyclable clyster kit. It cost her $ 30. She went home ate, showered, then used the enema kit to blush her asshole out. Even though she had always been overweight Elena only defecated once every three days so it wasn't a big problem especially with her new diet.

The succeeding morning was day four. Mr. Johnson made her do some more weightlifting sets, some more push-ups, sit-ups, and some more squat cosmetic surgery. She worked out a goodness four hours but she didn't get any black tool or even a contraband dildo. On day five it was some Thomas More of the same. At the start of day six Mr. Dr. Johnson outlawed clothing.

Flash :"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 defenseless. Not only will this appropriate for easier access, but it will allow me to take your body definition. Now go get undressed."

At this level nothing that Mr. Dr. Johnson asked Elena to do she oppugn. She quickly went to the locker way and took off all of her wearable. When she returned, Mr. Lyndon Johnson was completely naked as well. But as she walked out into the midsection of the gym, she saw two more naked Negroid men sitting around the weights area. This was a first of all and Elena felt immediately self-aware. Her instinct was to cover herself up with her implements of war but she quickly removed them knowing that doing so would get her yelled at.

Curtis :"red cent mon ! Look at them phat titties on dis beetch !"

Nick :"newsflash 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 whiskers was chilling and the lonesome thing that he was wearing was a long gold Ernst Boris Chain around his cervix. He was sitting on a system of weights bench and his lengthy wide melanize cock was hanging down like the clapper from a church buzzer. His gens was William Curtis Struthers. His shaft was the widest penis that Elena had ever seen. It looked like a large burnt kielbasa sausage hanging over the meat retort of a deli.

The other man was another guy well over six invertebrate foot 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 turncock with enounce veins when it was hard that he had hanging between his knees. Nick's shadow total darkness cutis only made it that more intimidating. They were two more employees of Mr. Johnson's gym, both certified athletic trainers.

flashgun :"Hey missy Kane, I'd like to acquaint you to nick and William Curtis. They're gon na be region of your workout today."

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

Flash :"See today we all gon na smash 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 admit three Negroid cocks up there. Three very prominent smuggled putz. She didn't daring establish her displeasure though. She just swallowed her fear and went with it.

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

gouge :"agree it out. All eager and shit."

Flash :"Nope ! You're gon na ride the dildo bike for thirty mo. We got ta open that ass and get you loosened up. After that, you'll come over to the judiciary. It's already set up. Basically, you gon na get in the barker over that pad there. The curl bar has the weight set up on the other side. The exclusively instruction I got is don't start the curlicue until we get in. Then continue the curls without stopping. We gon na play both the glute muscles and the weapon system during this employment. regulation # 3 : A woman ain't flexible, if she's too tight. Understand ?"

Elena :"Yes. I understand."

William Curtis :"Yeah beetch, understand ? you gon na find da burn in more elbow room than be just one !"

The three of them started laughing. Elena ignored the laughter and got herself ready to razz the dildo cycle anally. She spackled her dickhead with lube and then climbed up on the wheel and positioned her ass on the tail end. She slowly worked the pedal point to motivate the dildo upward and back trying to get it in. It took a good three minutes, but she finally got the head of it past her O-ring.

Elena :"Ohhhhhh God ! Wow that hurts !"

She then worked the treadle back and forth some more trying to get the lubricator to overstretch it in deeper and construct things more comfortable. Her ass would always push up off the seat whenever the dildo came up. Finally, she was able to puzzle out it in and out without it hurting. She started the motorcycle and began pedaling. The golosh cock went deeply into her ass and back out with f number causing her to arise 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 ! fuck !"

As she worked the pedal on the bicycle, she glanced over at the three men who were sitting around watching her and jerking off. At the ten-minute cross her whoreson was better acclimated and the fucking began to find very full causing her pussy to water profusely again. It was like the dildo was sawing her in one-half between her legs, pushing her anal retentive cavity outdoors 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 good six in deep. Elena was enjoying her ass fucking and couldn't waiting to feel fond live member in her ass. She squealed and squirmed and screamed riding the bike faster and making the men harder than rock music. Finally, the Melville Bell rang on the bicycle signifying the end of the ride.

Curtis popped up from his seat and picked Elena up off of the wheel like she was a feathering and then carried her over to the weight Bench. On the terrace, Elena positioned her knee joint apart so that her pegleg were opened wide and set her elbows up on the pad and hooked her digit around the weight bar.

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

Elena :"I understand."

Nick straddled the judiciary behind her while Flash worked some more lube generously between Elena's butt cheeks. The lubrication gel was very cool off and it felt good. Flash's finger felt good as well as he rubbed it as mysterious into her bastard as he could get it. He also brushed his fingerbreadth across her wet pussycat a few fourth dimension 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 position behind her ass. With his decently hand resting on the base of her spikelet, she started to feel the pressure of his cock as he pushed it against her anal retentive cavity.

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

Just then Curtis came to the right incline of her and pulled her head towards him and stick to his full cock near her lips.

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

She opened her mouth and tried with bound achiever to stretch her lips over the headspring of it. Curtis'pecker was only semi-hard and it was too big for her mouth, how in the the pits was he gon na get it into her asshole ? She could feel her jaw spreading wider as he pried open her back talk with each thrust of his cock. It was finally into her mouth at to the lowest degree two inches and she could feel it poking at the book binding of her mouth. While her care were diverted by the insufferable nerve fuck that she was getting, nick had a good four column inch of his own prick pushing in and out of her sloshed asshole.

gouge :"Damn this ass is still tight ! That fucking bike didn't open up shit ! Not gon na be foresightful before I have to nut !"

twinkling :"Alright William Curtis get the fuck out of there so she can do her weights."

Curtis pulled from her mouthpiece and Elena refocused herself to the putz going in and out of her ass. It felt capital. She steadied her hired man on the weight bar and started to do her Robert Floyd Curl Jr. while Nick fucked away at her ass. It truly was a heap. Elena could sense the burn from the free weight in her biceps and her shoulders, as well as the pressure from ding's hot rooster as it probed recondite and deeper into her anus.

Five minutes like that before Curtis finally pulled out and photograph a thick sticky load up Elena's back. It was the 1st fourth dimension a man had shot his spermatozoan on her back and it felt very ardent but messy. snick put it back in her ass for a couple of more pump before moving away. The all time Elena never stopped curling the weighting. Flash was next to fuck her arsehole. Which he did for the next seven mo or so before pulling out and tagging off to Curtis. Elena's heart started to beat out faster and she got understandably nervous knowing that Curtis was taking his turn next.

William Curtis began feeding his wide monster in and it felt like someone was trying to split her torso subject with a drain pipe from under a sink. She'd already been opened up by a bike dildo, and then two cocks that were well lubed, and Curtis was now making it feel like it was all beginning again. Each thrust in pried her asshole wall farther apart.

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

He gaped her ass open for the succeeding ten minutes before finally flooding his load into her anus. Then it was nick's turn again. Each man took three go tote up, all the while Elena continued doing curls with the weights. Finally, after they all were finished Flash told her to stop the scroll. They were all a bit sweaty, and the three men rested a piece as Elena drank some Gatorade to replenish her electrolytes. Elena felt good. Tired but right. At to the lowest degree the fears of getting fucked in the ass were now over. And truth be told, she rather liked have a large cock deep up in her asshole. It was only 10:30am though which was still early, something that Mr. President Johnson realized as well.

Flash :"Miss Kane, I'm gon na give way ya another ten proceedings 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 spell in all of your holes. You're up for that right ?"

Another surprise. Elena was hoping that her physical exertion was gon na be done for the day. Her ass was fucked open well and her weapon system felt like jelly. Now she was going to be triplet teamed, another maiden for the middling little Hawaiian. She defied her debilitation and met his enquiry with role player eagerness.

Elena :"Sure ! Whatever you say."

They sat around for another ten minutes before Elena was told to connect them on the mats. jiffy lay down and told her to impale her kitty on his prick, which she did, and then Curtis got his wide of the mark dagger back into her cocksucker. nick stuck his cock into her mouth and they triple teamed her for the future hour and a half, switching home when necessary.

They filled all of her gob with some more Joseph 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 exhibitioner before getting dressed and leaving the gym.

The next day was day seven. Elena had done a full week of flare'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 start 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 petty less fat. There was a big smile on her face. She couldn't wait to get started on the day's physical exercise. The minute hebdomad consisted of More screw and more weights. They did the three-bagger penetration day once again, this meter with ostentation, OJ, and Nick Anvayney.

On day fourteen she began the day on the scale and her weighting was now down to 143. She'd lost another 23 lb and she turned and jumped into trice's arms and hug and kissed him on the impertinence when she saw the totals.

flashbulb :"Alright fille. Kane ! It's obvious that you are happy with your resolution. As you can see, in only 14 24-hour interval of my syllabus, you have lost a whopping 38 pounds. Are you ready to take it up another notch ?"

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

flashgun :"That's what I want to hear ! Starting tomorrow we're gon na double your weights, sets, and time demarcation line. We're gon na shape those muscles and eliminate the rest of that fat until you are tip 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 door on the far right field which was marked ‘ trainer's room'then opened and in walk OJ, snick Anvayney, TW, and Curtis Struthers. They were of course all naked 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 little ass out. We're gon na unfold up all of them lilliputian white hole. With our stopcock we're gon na pound and tenderize your consistency and plain those stubborn fat mobile phone out of you ! We also gon na record it all for posterity."

Mr. Johnson pointed at the two corners of the gym where the mats were set up and there was a stationary tv camera in each set up near the ceiling. Standing in the corner was also a short skinny disastrous adult female named Tammie who was holding a hand held camera. It was explained to Elena that she was going to film a porno serial publication called Hawaiian delectation and that they were going to sell the taping to an grownup web site which would help oneself pay for her gym membership fees. At this power point Elena didn't fear. Her heart and soul was racing with anticipation of having sex with five Black person men in one session.

Flash :"okay then. Here's how everything's gon na go. number 1 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 record 15 minutes of rotated blowjobs. After that, you will get on all fours and you will suck and be fucked until I say so. There will be a rooster in your mouth and kitty at all times. Next, we'll do the same thing for a while but in missionary. Next, back on all fours and we'll take bit gaping that ass. In the succeeding stage, all three mess will be fucked at once. The last scene we're gon na all nut in your face."

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

Elena ignored TW's taunts and walked swiftly over to the mat and got down on her human knee in the center of it. All five men then surrounded her in a roundabout with their semi-hard disastrous penis dangling in front end of her face. For the next 15 minutes she rotated her lip, tongue, fingers and palm tree over all five black shaft and lump feverishly, trying desperately to make them cum but to no help. During this unharmed sequence, Elena's cunt was poked and prodded with legion different black finger's breadth which made it sopping wet.

Flash :"Okay bitch get on all 4 ! We about to wreck that purulent now."

Elena wiped away the excess saliva from her face and then got on all quartet between all of the men. Only a few weeks ago the pudgy Hawaiian girl was at maximum weight and sexually frustrated. Now she was 38 lbs. lighter and overwhelmed daily by sex with ignominious cocks. The five men took turns the following three minute splitting Elena's pussycat open with their large calamitous heart hammering. They also stretched her throat undecided, filling her venter with gobs of black cum. Elena herself came numerous times as the five black men fucked her pussy into the submissions of ecstasy.

After three hours of cunt throbbing and oral fissure fucking, they gave those holes a rest and focused on Elena's third base input. She was again positioned on all quadruplet and for the next hour and a half her ass was gaped outdoors by all five black rooster, each one dumping a onus of cum trench into her anus at least once. Elena could feel them entering the deepest portion of her anal canal, stretching her rectum wider and wider. The noises from the cameras zooming in and out were more haunt during these share of the taping.

Finally, it was time to treble team all of Elena's holes and they basically took turns doing that the balance of the day. Elena felt so loose but constantly full which defied logical system. It wasn't until close to 7pm before they finally wrapped and Elena was told she could get robed and go dwelling. She was both emotionally and physically spent and that Nox she slept deep than she ever had in her lifetime.

Over the next few workweek the years blended together, and Elena's exercise got more physical. She could feel her torso toning up and her skin getting tighter around her bones. Looking in the mirror, she now wasn't able-bodied to see any overindulgence flab on her weaponry and peg and especially around her midsection. It was all evaporating quickly. By workweek's end Elena's exercising weight was down to 120 pounds losing another XXIII. Week three was more of the same with Elena doing all of the prior exercises at least twice more and on weight day she had lost another five pounds bringing her system of weights to 115. Between all of the screwing, the exercises, and the uttermost rolled oats diet, Elena shed a whopping 75 pounds by the full five weeks end. She now weighed in at a slim 112 pounds, and looked absolutely amazing. The midget Hawaiian daughter was so happy.

calendar month later, Elena still keeps to the program. Now-a-days her workouts aren't as extreme and her diet is not as strict. She doesn't lift a great deal weights anymore because her sinew are now adequately toned. When she goes to the gym now it's only two sentence a week and she goes for a few hour on the exercise bike or the treadwheel and then some black stopcock fucking by Flash or one of the other trainer, or often a combination of whomever is demonstrate that day in the gym. The number of different black dick that Elena has been with has ballooned beyond ostentation and his trainer. Sometimes instant has particular disgraceful guests who get to bang her that day and then she never sees them again.

She's also visited at her apartment every Thursday night by gym trainer Kerrel Sir Thomas Lawrence. K-Dawg off-white Elena in all of her yap and whomever he brings with him Elena must fuck them too. This is called collections, and on collection day she must do whatever sex act ( s ) that K-Dawg requests of her. Elena has grown to screw 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 tense debts that she has accumulated during the length of the program. What Elena and every early woman who joins the political platform doesn't know is that there isn't any end to it. The charges are so immerse that a lady friend never truly pays it off no matter how much sex that she has. Unfortunately, none of them figure it out until they are deeply in debt to it all and in about grammatical case, addicted to it anyway. The alternative defrayal plans have their pitfalls too. The only three ways to arrest the cycle and come out from under Flash's pollex is what he calls terpsichore, Train, or Auction.

saltation is self-explanatory. Basically, the daughter ends up stripping for a pre-determined period of time while still keeping up gym appearance and aggregation day. The payments are accelerated with all of her earnings sent directly to the gym, and the average fourth dimension to complete this option is usually a full class, sometimes more. By that time, almost of the women end up addicted to drugs and end up becoming broad fledged strippers the rest of their lives. They also fall under the thumb of the golf-club owner so it's like going from the frying pan into the fervidness with this option. Only the wiser girls who stay blank come out of the other side and break completely free.

The Train selection deals are shorter in metre but by sheer volume in mordant cock. A girl who has a train ran on her sucks and ass tons of black dick in very expectant gangbang seance. It's more than one occurrence, and it's all done within a thirty-day period. So, it's three to five caravan with an unlimited number of blackamoor men in a calendar month's time. It's payment on steroid hormone, and the girl who chooses this option is usually finished with the gym and collection visits. They are told that the men are all clean but truth be told that would carry money to set up and split second isn't bankrolling any STD testing. It's a free for all with many risks and nigh women shy away from this option.

The vendue pick is basically the sale of your debt and body to another party. That one has the doubt of time served and/or overall situation with your new creditors. Elena has been briefed on all of the choice and she has decided to stay on within her electric current syllabus, the two gym sojourn and the one collection 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 help with recruitment. Once Flash gets you into shape, you are asked to inscribe other white charwoman for gym rank. 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 contribute other egg white women into the course of study just like her friend Sherri had done with her.

Elena's been talking to a new girl at the secretarial pond 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 trivial girl really, soul that Elena can easily persuade to do anything, given that she has taken her under her wing. mollie isn't fat or out of configuration at all, and she wouldn't need a gym membership anywhere, but she's beautiful and she'll be just what flash bulb has ordered.

The End