The cab driver watched hungrily as the umbrella holding Elena Kane stepped over the pool at the floor of the curb on her way from his cab to the entrance of the gym. The old smuggled man had been stealing flavour at the now thin and reasonably Hawaiian beauty the whole drive in his rear-view mirror as she sat with her hanker beautiful legs crossed exposing her speed second joint in the back ass of his cab. One last flavour at those leg as they sashayed into the construction was sure enough to render some decent spank-bank stuff during a few future rub and tug sessions for the old Shirley Temple man.

Elena wasn't always this fit though. In fact, she was a practiced 75 pounds overweight for virtually of her adult sprightliness. The 32-year-old beauty had spent the by year working out at Flash's fitness Factory, adhering to a rigorous and singular physical fitness regimen that has allowed her to shed the Ezra Loomis Pound systematically and forge Elena's eubstance into a voluptuous delight to any man's eyes.

Growing up in Hawaii and raised by a Polynesian mother and a Caucasian Church Father, the 4'10"light girl with the pretty face and dark short hair was always tragically heavy. At her heaviest, Elena would tip the scales at 187 Syrian pound which given her short stature would seduce her aspect like a fat person little chunk of anatomy. It always was a major source of Elena's low self-esteem because she truly wasn't really a weighed down feeder. The food she ate wasn't the healthy but it wasn't like she was frequenting the loyal intellectual nourishment drive-thru either.

Elena's weight was also a John Major problem in her three-year failed marriage too. Her now ex-husband Peter used to tease her mercilessly and cruelly which culminated the doomed Union into divorcement. She was 26 at the sentence and Aloha State became a blank space that Elena just didn't want to be anymore. She decided to travel to the mainland and ended up in an apartment in downtown Los Angeles, and got a squeamish low-level 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 country that catered specifically to overweight fair sex, and helped them shed unwanted pounds. Sherri seemed very adamant about Elena giving this particular program 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 mob there ? Mostly disgraceful 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 dependable 25 pounds heavier, and no matter what I did I just couldn't lose that weight. Then I went to newsflash Johnson's gym and within weeks I looked like this."

She put her arms out in projection of her fit figure. Sherri was beautiful and looked as physically fit as a super-model would front. 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 boss in work. She stood at 5'8 ”, 113 lbs. with 34-22-32 measurements, long blonde hair's-breadth halfway down her back, and the prospicient legs showcased by the case of highschool heel that she always wore. Sherri was a bombshell, the typical Cali smoking hot blonde, and she always dressed that way too, wearing unawares skirts and cleavage showing blouses.

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

Sherri :"Stop it ! You are a very pretty miss. All you've got to do is recede the weight. I'm telling you, go see blink of an eye. He'll help you out. After a few weeks of his computer programme you won't believe how peachy you'll face. It's a life changer."

Elena :"Well, I DO have a service of process good luck coming up. I suppose it can't scathe to go check it out."

In an effort to hold back a tonic range of a function among their clients, the ship's company that staffed the secretarial pool gave the ladies employed with them a yearly five-week holiday happy chance. It was a gracious welfare that wasn't common with other companies but it did wonder for the women who worked for them. It also stocked their clients with a revolving door of fresh faces which made a business look like it employed a lot more people than it really had. It made them look successful.

Sherri :"safe theme ! Five workweek of Flash is exactly what you could use. I guarantee that you come back as a new woman."

Elena :"Gee I hope you are right. O.K., I'll do it ! But when I get melt off you improve subscribe me out to some clubs."

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

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

That conversation was on a Wed. The following Sunday break of day and a day into her armed service gap, Elena put on a pair of sweat pants and a sloppy sweatshirt and a pair of white sneakers. She decided to go to Willowbrook to match out newsbreak's gym. Twenty second later after exiting a bus and walking a few pulley block, she stood in front of jiffy's Fitness Factory. It was a very sorry looking place on the turning point of an L-shaped mini strip center next to a run-down liquor memory board. The hoi polloi on the street walking by her were all black, and standing there in her sweats she for 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 exercise automobile lined up. It was a pretty big room that had a big surface field after the political machine, and way at the back of it all was a desk with a magniloquent muscular black man sitting at it. Elena looked down at her invertebrate foot and swallowed, then walked through the empty gym towards the man. The squeaks on the floor from her snitcher echoed off the gym walls, but the big blackness man never looked up at her from his newsprint until she was right in front of his desk.

fanfare :"Ahh yes. I know exactly who YOU are. My female child Sherri told me all about your little squat ass."

His part was very gruff and aloud and it caught Elena off guard. She didn't know that Sherri had already told him about her. She stood there a bit anxious and a slight embarrassed and didn't say anything.

blink of an eye :"You're not a nookie mute, are you ? You're Elena Kane, right ?"

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

Flash :"Well fucking answer me when I ask you a enquiry ! Now let me see, Sherri was right. You DO cause a somewhat expression. Much prettier than nearly. Hold on a second… ..."

He bent down and reached into a frown draftsman of the filing cabinet behind his chair and pulled out a pink sports bra and underdrawers 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 way over there and change into these. I got ta see what I've got here and with that greyish monstrosity you got on, I can't see anything. Besides, we gon na do a few weights today and you're gon na ask something tighter on."

Elena tentatively picked up the apparel and walked slowly towards the locker elbow room. She wasn't expecting to start any workouts the for the first time day. She started to guess about what she was getting herself into. Could she possibly keep coming to this gym in this very bad locality ? Was this crude man legitimate ? Elena's mind was racing.

Inside the cabinet room, Elena found an abandon footlocker and then got undressed and began to put on the athletics bra first. Her 34D breasts hardly fit in it and it barely stretched over her orotund nipples which were hard and predominantly poking through the tight garden pink spandex textile. It pushed her breasts up and together like a wonder 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 sizeable under boob, and there just wasn't a way to stretch along the material completely over them.

The boxershorts on the other hand were a whole other worry. She tried to put them on over her underwear but just couldn't because of the plastered fit. She eventually decided to just dispatch her pantie and go commando hoping that the gym well laundered its clothing. As she pulled the shorts up to her waist, she felt the buns of them wedge tight and inscrutable into her ass crack. She spent a few proceedings trying to adjust the boxers in piazza but to no avail.

This guy can't be unplayful, can he ? These things were way too modest. She turned and stared at herself in the mirror and the flab on her arms peg and abdomen hung out from the pie-eyed outfit and looked very unflattering. She started to cry, which she did for the adjacent five instant. Finally, Elena composed herself and she grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself and walked back out to the gym. She stood at Flash's desk again and when he looked up at her and saw the towel he started laughing.

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

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

Flash :"Miss Kane, it looks like I've got to be blunt. So here it is…the moth-eaten tough facts. YOU are a fat bitch ! My job is to ready you NOT a fat bitch ! Everything that you have tried on your own in the past obviously hasn't worked, because you are STILL a fat bitch ! looking at 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 gripe ? Then there's the fucking doorway ! Get the shag out and stop wasting my time ! You're at the start crossing Elena, so, cook up your brain right now !"

Elena was shocked by his bluntness. But as mean as he was, he was flop. Everything she had tried in the yesteryear to help herself lose weight had failed and failed miserably. She wanted to be flimsy. She needed this and she knew it. Maybe this was a crossway in her life and she needed to spend more time thinking on it all but standing in strawman of this big black and uncouth gym trainer she felt pressured and intimidated.

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

Elena :"I'm sorry. I'm just a little scared is all. I want to begin your program"

flash lamp :"Alright then. Sorry I yelled, but sometimes it's the only way to get through to people. It won't be the first time I yell at you either. Get used to it, and please adopt it all personal. The exclusively way that you're gon na switch your sprightliness is to remember that your life suction as it is rightfulness now. So, it IS personal. Let it cut through to your heart and together we will turn all this shit around ! Now, in the workweek to get you will do whatever I say, when I say it, and how I say it without any questions. I don't give a nookie what I ask you to do, you gon na do it ! Do you feel me ?"

Elena :"Y-yes."

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

She removed the towel and stood there pouring out of the stringent pink sports bra and shorts. Flash came around from his desk with a clipboard in his hired hand and started to take the air slowly around her with a face of subject across his grimace. The man was immense. He was easily over six feet and his muscle definition made him look very wide and imposing. The jersey and shorts he was wearing were tight like another layer of skin spread over his dark-mocha colored organic structure. The man was an genus Adonis. He then reached out and put his hand on her left boob which startled her a little.

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

He rolled the tit of her white meat through the bra between his thumb and fore finger as he spoke. She could feel it getting even harder as a surge of electricity flooded through her organic structure ; stimulated from his touch. 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 painful sensation, shooting cold and fast through her.

Elena :"Ouch ! What was that for ?"

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

Elena :"Anal compactness ?"

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

What was he even talking about ? Anal density ? Elena began to feel a piddling obnubilate. She stood there watching this goliath opprobrious man circle her half defenseless body making hands-on critiques of it, touching her in inappropriate places, and scribbling affair on his clipboard. It was a little bit humiliating and weird, but for some unknown intellect to her it was also erotic which made no sense. Next, he bent down in strawman of her and put his left handwriting in her crotch field. He dragged his fingers across her inner thighs and then across the material of the shorts against her pubic cumulus. The intimate electrical energy again raced through her rip. He was basically fondling her.

New York minute :"Not bad. A picayune bit deafening on the second joint, but we can fix all of that. Go stand on that scale over there. We got ta get a showtime weight. And remove those shoes. All my trainee gripe work out barefooted."

Elena removed her sneakers and walked over to the scale and stood on it. The digital numbers above her principal read 181 Ezra Pound. The issue embarrassed Elena and Mr. Johnson's boisterous and mean words didn't boost her self-esteem either.

jiffy :"Damn missy. Kane ! For a very curt woman that's a sin of a lot of system of weights ! For a girl your peak I could make TWO bitches out of all that flab ! I see that we got our workplace cut out for us. maiden affair we gon na do today is the bike. Now, it's all set up to the specifications that I want for you. So, go on over and depend on that fucking bike for thirty transactions !"

Elena :"You mean…now ?"

split second :"No…next calendar week. YES, fucking now ! Get your white ass over there and do the XXX ! You're here to work out and miss 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 bicycle. She hated doing cardio eccentric workout. Being overweight that was understandable. She had never been yelled at by someone as big as Mr. Dr. Johnson. It terrified her. It also turned her on a small to have a big and powerful man forcefully state her what to do. In some way it made her feel like individual cared about her, even if he was doing so with sharp vulgarity.

fanfare :"Oh…and young woman. Kane ; that's 30 straight mo. Don't stop for nothing ! You keep those pedals going non-stop. There's a gong that will ring on the bike that will narrate you when you are finished. Until you hear that bell…don't fucking occlusive !"

Elena got on the bike. The rear of it was a piffling bit high, and the handlebars were a bit lower making her consistency lean a lot forward. Mr. Lyndon Johnson obviously knew of her elevation because he had the cycle set to her consistency precisely. She could reach the pedals and everything and aside from the side forward and the graininess of the treadle on her simple feet, she felt pretty well-off. She slowly started pedaling. There was some ohmic resistance but it wasn't anything that she couldn't hold. After a few transactions, she could really start to feel the burning in her legs, her pelvic girdle, and some spiritlessness on her fingerbreadth and sleeve. The sweat started to pour and Elena got into a good riding rhythm.

By the twenty-minute sucker, she started to huff and puff. Her ramification were tired and she couldn't feel anything in her coat of arms anymore. Now she was watching the timer silently cheering on the thirty-minute scar to arrive waiting for the end. She tried to think of other things. She thought about her friend Sherri and wondered how she happened to bump this exceptional gym. It didn't really matter how Sherri found the gym she just looked puzzle. Always tight beautiful and beaming. If Elena could work herself to even half the shape that Sherri was in, it would be a victory she thought.

The minutes ticked down and finally the Vanessa Stephen rang on the bike. She stopped pedaling and leaned back on the nates. She felt spent as the fret poured out from every stomate on her eubstance. She sat there for a few minutes waiting for the spirit to return in both her arm 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.

jiffy :"okey Miss. Kane, number on over to the bench over here and let's see how much weight you can press. We'll start with 5 repp of 25 pounds."

Elena :"repp ?"

Flash :"Yeah dickhead repp ! We work out here at jiffy's physical fitness Factory ! This ain't like all those early fucking gyms, those biscuit cutters that have you just run on a salt mine and shit ! You're gon na lather here Miss. Kane ! We got five hebdomad to whip your little butterball ass into shape, and we gon na do it ! You dig ?"

Elena :"How did you know I had five workweek off from employment ?"

photoflash :"Never fucking judgement 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 ass I say ! Now hold me some reps on this here motorcar !"

Elena sat on the terrace and stretched out on it on her back. Her legs were still sore but her arms felt better than a few bit ago. Flash stood near her head word to recognise her, and when she looked up, she glimpsed the big gibbosity emanating from his spandex shorts located almost right there about two feet above her typeface. It was impressively prominent and looked like he had a small animal stuffed in his shorts. How big was this guy's phallus ? She tried to not notice it, but wasn't achieving her goal. She continued to stare at it while she pressed the weights up and down. Five repp and done, and her eyes never left his bulge.

Flash :"Very estimable. okay relax, I'm gon na up the weight a footling bit."

He bent forward and reached around and added More weight to the bar. As he did so, his spandex-clad tool got a lot snug to Elena's face. Close enough that she could sense the musky smell of it. It wasn't an unpleasant odor, in fact, it was quite a nice and very nipping. Elena stared at it and could see the outline of its length through the spandex material. She could feel herself getting turned on.

Flash :"O.K. we're up to 40 Irish pound. Give me two sets of 5 reps with this weight."

She again started to plagiarise the weights. It was a little heavier with the extra pounds but she pushed it up and down with congener comfort. The whole time she couldn't keep her eyes off of the large spandex-clad while of meat that was hanging in a dim spandex hammock just above her case. Again, somehow, she got through it without incident.

newsflash :"Very good young woman. Kane. Okay, on this next set we are gon na essay your dexterity and power, as well as your ability to concenter. zippo should distract you from finishing your seeking. The weight will outride the same but I want three sets of 10. Remember, DO NOT break your concentration."

Elena :"Okay."

Mr. Johnson walked to the other end of the terrace down by her feet. He strapped both of her feet down at the ankles to each leg of the terrace. The bench was a little bit wider than a standard weight terrace, about a ripe 30 inch broad which once her articulatio talocruralis were strapped down her legs were open open to their upper limit. He also fastened a shoulder strap around her waistline locking her unharmed torso to the bench.

Elena :"Why are you doing that ?"

New York minute :"Wait…. What the screw did you just say ? Is that a fucking question ? What did we JUST lay down about fucking interrogative sentence ?"”

Elena :"I…I didn't mean…"

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

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

The feeling was awing and very distract, and making it severe to do her reps, but she defiantly didn't let it cut off what she was doing. Towards the end of the moment set of 10 repp she arched her back as much as the strap around her waist would leave while Mr. Johnson dug his fingers into her vagina through her shorts. He even poked his finger into the material of the boxers and into her vagina a just inch or so too. Elena's clit was responding to it and driving her weirdo, but she didn't shift concentration which was pretty impressive. He removed his fingerbreadth from her crotch country as she returned the bar back up to the rack.

flashgun :"Very squeamish misfire. Kane. You're a fast survey. slack a few more minutes, I'll be right back."

Elena lay their even out. Flushed because of her exercising 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 outstanding that it felt. For the side by side five minutes she relaxed and caught her breath and regained her composure. As her composure began to devolve, notion of violation started to crawl into her headland. Did this man that she just met under an time of day ago seriously just molest her ?

She thought again about her beautiful blonde office acquaintance. Was this how she too had gotten in physique ? A word picture of Sherri lying on the free weight bench getting fingered by Mr. Johnson then fabricated into her mind and Elena's pussy started to leak again. The thoughts of Sherri's beautiful ramification tied down to the workbench and Mr. President Lyndon Johnson fingering her friend's puss made her abdomen do flip fall flat too. She couldn't assistance but rub her own snatch through her shorts thinking about her hot friend going through the same experience. Before she knew it, Mr. Johnson returned with a weird looking wrench in his right hand. She pulled her mitt out from between her legs and hoped that He hadn't seen what she was just doing.

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

Elena :"Okay."

He again stood near her head and reached forward over the bench. This clock time his package was positioned a few inches from her fount, closer than it was before. He then stepped back and pulled the side of the Bench and it rose about a foot higher from the flooring with Elena still on it. By doing this, her legs pulled tighter towards the rump of the work bench because her feet were still tied to the legs of it and her feet bottoms rose from the gym base. The only character of her fundament touching the flooring now was her toes.

Mr. Johnson then made another adjustment behind her head and the end of the Bench went down a few inches and her mind moved down with it too. It was like she was laying on a bed with her pass hanging off of the slope of it. Elena's replete consistence looked like it was on a rack being stretched and her muscle in her pelvic girdle legs and torso were expanded. She felt helpless without any way to motivate with everything tied down and stretched except for her arms.

flashgun :"Okay, another two sets of 10 rep. Remember to never go bad concentration. cypher should cook you stop your reps. And Miss Kane…also recollect this……rule # 1 : A woman can't breathe if she can't expand."

She had no hint what he was talking about. Rule # 1 ? What did that even imply ? Again, she started to do weight rep with the bar It was a little more unmanageable with her head positioned lower than the way it was before. On the fourth rep, she heard Mr. Dr. Johnson moving around outside of her view. He then came into view only this time his bulge was completely hanging loose out of his shorts. His turncock was vast, a lot bigger than she had imagined it would be. Her center got really big and before she could say anything, he took it in his hand and positioned it at her brim. She tried to shut her lip but he pushed the drumhead of it past her backtalk and across her tongue.

Instinctively, she continued to rep the free weight up and down while Mr. Samuel Johnson fed his prick deeper into her pharynx. The fact that she was tied down made it insufferable to move away from him. Deeper and abstruse he pushed his Shirley Temple off-white into her backtalk as she gagged and gasped for air. Her heart started to water as well as he fucked her expression with his prick. She lost counting on how many repp she was doing with the free weight bar but she didn't think she should block off until she was told to.

After a adept ten minutes, she felt his cock start to pulsate and then a few seconds later she could taste his sperm as it filled her mouth and drizzled down her opened-up pharynx into her stomach. Between her legs was becoming a drench pot. Mr. President Lyndon Johnson pulled out from her mouth and then helped her place the weight back up on its holder on the motorcar. She just lay there trying to catch her breathing spell for a few minutes. Her subdivision felt like jelly and her mouth felt sore and stretched. She still could taste the salty taste perception of spermatozoon in her back talk which was better tasting than she expected it to be. Then after a few minutes Mr. Lyndon Johnson untied her ankles from the bench.

Flash :"Okay Miss Kane, I've got a feeling of what your broad program is gon na be. You may go change and return tomorrow at 8am. Don't be late ! We've got a lot to handle !"

He walked back behind his desk putting his now rapidly soft spermatozoon dripping member back into his short pants. Elena stared at him for a few secondment as he sat there reading his paper. She wiped the cum from her sass with the spinal column of her 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 squander him. The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. She finished getting dressed and then returned to the gym with a flaming inside her belly looking to give her new ‘ trainer'a opus 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 to a greater extent minutes, she decided to just leave so she forgot about it all and left. On the way home Elena made a accord with herself that she would not come back to the gym and that she might even describe Mr. Johnson to the police force.

That night she thought long and hard about what had happened. She started to think about how she allowed Mr. LBJ to have sex her mouth and didn't try at to the lowest degree once to finish him. She thought about how her trunk felt and how wet it all made her between her legs. She thought about the musky olfactory property and the intuitive feeling of his chunk as they pushed against her nose and eye as he pushed his cock deep into her throat and came hard into her stomach. As she lay there with guilt feelings, compunction, and a bit of anger, she was unconsciously rubbing at her pussy again, working her finger's breadth while she lay with her ramification splayed wide across her bed.

Then her heading started to fill with doubt again. How could he have taken advantage of her like that ? Maybe this guy was not being straight with her and decided to attract a degraded one on a new lady friend. Did Sherri know 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 morning ? She wasn't thinking straightaway. Her optic started to conclude 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 weapon still felt a fiddling sore but her ira was completely gone and it was replaced with anticipation. It was almost like her night's sleep had erased all of Mr. Johnson's molestation and had replaced it all with physical exercise avidity. She got to the gym at 7:54am and waited for him to arrive. He showed up about 12 mo late and he was carrying a shopping bag.

Flash :"Good morn girl. Kane, how did you sleep ?"

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

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

Elena :"Oh ? There's more ?"

split second :"Shit bitch ! We got a whole lot more to do !"

She followed him into the gym and all the way to his desk surface area. She watched him from behind and for the firstly time noticed that he had the typical fatal male ass, mellow 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 little friend Sherri didn't filling you in on completely everything about this program. You see, she did you no favors by keeping you in the dark like this so here it is straight up. The secret to helping white women suffer system of weights is Diet, Exercise, and most importantly, sex with black putz. nothing but big blacken hammer and loads of it."

Elena sat there with a appall feel on her fount. She felt a little 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 dissent fell by the waist side. Besides, her consistency was giving her the ‘ turned on'sign again which made things very confusing.

Flash :"fille. Kane, I can see by the flavour on your face that you are conflicted. Once again, I will move over you the out. But this is your last probability. If you feel that you just can not continue this computer programme then there's the piece of ass doorway ! Be gone with you ! involve your art object of dickhead 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 postulate to get into shape. I can't just leave."

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

Mr. Samuel Johnson smiled but Elena did not. She just sat there listening to his teaching. What he was saying was vile and violative but her sensibilities were dulled by her soundbox's reaction to it all. He continued.

ostentation :"Now, for the meals. You are only allowed to eat twice a day. In the morning for breakfast you may consume some oatmeal. This burgoo right 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 oatmeal bars that were wrapped in blank white wrappers.

wink :"Either eat a bowl of rolled oats, or eat a fucking oatmeal bar ! Either way, that's all you are allowed to eat in the morning before you come here. For dinner ? Again, the fucking burgoo ! No meat, no vegetables, no fruit, no fucking bread, zip else ! A few week of this diet and the body of work we will do here, and you will recede some weight pretty fucking fast ! Then we can influence on your definition. Understand ?"

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

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

He handed her another sports bra and shorts set with the gym logo on them only this set was yellow. She walked to the cabinet room to change into them. Once again, the bra was very tight and her big bosom were pouring out of it. The shorts though, the trunks were crotchless. It wasn't even a true crotchless pair of shorts, the opening looked like it was ripped open or maybe had been split open by someone else. She tried to wear down 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.

newsbreak :"Looking well in yellow girl. Kane. See that mat over there in the corner ? The blue angel one ? Go over there, and dedicate me three sets of 10 sit-ups and then three band of 10 push-ups. We are on a time schedule so don't fucking around !"

Elena quickly walked over to the mat and began her sit-ups. Just then, the door opened up and another blackened man entered the gym. He was tall and fit, and very muscular like Mr. President Johnson. It was a man named Tony Richard Wright. Tony was also a personal trainer and he worked for blink of an eye. His muscleman were a little more defined but that was because professionally, Tony also did some body-building.

jiffy :"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 get word their conversation and maybe gain ground a little more understand of the whole place.

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

ostentation :"Yup. booster of Sherri's. Which reminds me, that bitch 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…."

Flash :"well fuck nigga ! Bring him along with ya ! The Thomas 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 windowpane of the gym. She didn't know what they meant but she did see that they were talking about Sherri. She finished the sit-ups and then started on the push-ups. She could palpate the air blowing through the hole that was in her crotch area. It felt trade good and cool off. As she got close to the end of her final set, Mr. Johnson returned to the gym.

Flash :"girl. Kane, today we're gon na do some more pedal employment, with a twist. You see, if you're gon na be taking some Joseph Black cock between those pegleg, then we're gon na have to open your shit up a bit. This bike is a petty different from the one you rode yesterday. Watch this…you're gon na know this shit !"

She followed him over to the example bike which had a prominent black tarp over it covering it completely. He removed the tarp and the first thing that Elena noticed was the head word of a turgid nigrify dildo poking out from a maw in the heart of the bicycle's seat. The paraphernalia connected to the pedals was extra-large too.

Mr. LBJ then reached down and pedaled the pedals with his hand a few revolution and the dildo slid up and down through the bicycle tush. The dildo was a good ten column inch and almost all of it came through the seat during one pedal rotation. Elena was expected to take almost the whole matter while pedaling a steady rhythm on the bike.

instant :"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. Dr. 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 easy as possible. She reached down with her lube filled decoration and spackled it between her ramification and generously into her vagina. After wiping her hired man with a towel, Elena climbed up on the cycle and positioned her torso over the trap in the rear end. She moved the foot pedal a little with her leave alone invertebrate foot and eased the dildo up about two inches into her well lubed pussy.

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

ostentation :"Well, that's how big niggas is too ! Sometimes even bigger ! We got ta subject that box up if we're gon na focalize pencils in it, if you get my drift ! Now, 30 minutes non-stop. You know the drill. Don't stop until you hear the bell."

Mr. Johnson walked back to his desk. Elena steady herself on the seat 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 pussy with each rotation of the pedals.

Elena :"Ahhh fuck ! Oh my God ! It's so big ! It's deep ! It's fucking oceanic abyss ! Oooohhhhh ! Oooohhhhh ! Fuck ! Oooohhhhh yeah ! Yeah !"

It took four transactions but Elena came hard around the dildo going in and out of her. She almost lost her footing on the pedals during her climax but caught herself. The dildo was reaching theatrical role of her uterus that nil ever had before. Without sympathy, the buddy-buddy blackamoor latex caoutchouc dildo opened up her vagina wide with both fastness and baron. Elena's eyes rolled back in her promontory and she came hard again.

Elena :"AHHHH ! AHHHHHHHHH ! OH roll in the hay ! I'M CUMMING ! ! ! I'M CUMMING AGAIN !"

Mr. Lyndon Baines Johnson ignored Elena's intimate cries. He just sat there at his desk reading his newspaper while she rode the wheel and had her kitty gaped unfold by the dildo. The 30 minutes terminal came to a close and the Alexander Melville Bell rang signifying her to stop which she did. She came four add together times during the whole physical exercise. Elena's legs were extremely debile but she managed to climb off of the wheel and then walk bowlegged over to Mr. Andrew Johnson's desk. He looked up at her and smiled.

flashing :"Alright young lady. Kane, back over to the weight unit bench. Now we are gon na do some 25-pound diddlysquat facelift. Basically, you will place upright over the bench and hold the weights behind your head and pushing it up and down. make me 5 of them right on now."

The exhaust and sexually flushed Elena stood over the bench and positioned the bar behind her neck opening then did five perfect squat ski lift. Each prison term she squatted down, the rip stuff of her shorts between her leg would elaborate out and her full gaping vagina poked out and was visible to anyone who could see it. The air conditioning blew up her snatch and sent a cool shiver up her spine.

Flash :"Very good. OK rest a few minutes and we'll do another 10. This metre we'll add ten more pounds."

She rested a few then got back into position and was told to do the side by side 10 set. On the second push up, she felt Mr. Johnson's finger's breadth probing between her legs again. This clip he was able to infix one deeper into her which he did. As she moved her physical structure up and down with the exercising weight Mr. Johnson finger fucked her pussy in and out.

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

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

Flash :"I bet you can't hold to get a actual black rooster up inside your slit huh ? I bet you'd LOVE that !"

Elena began to breath weighty. More so in pleasure than in straining pain sensation. Her stage started to palpate like jelly and it was getting arduous to raise the weight but she answered him.

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

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

She ignored his insults and continued her set. When she finished the ten squats, she returned the weight unit to the machine then moved away from the Bench and walked around a little.

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

She watched on with her workforce on her waistline flushed from the shit lifts but also from the workplace that Mr. Lyndon Johnson did with his fingers in her vagina. It was an odd flavor to be both blown up from physical exertion and sexually charged up at the Sami meter. It made her blood pump faster than she ever felt it through her heart.

Elena watched on as Mr. Lyndon Baines Johnson repositioned the workbench in the weight region. The squat stab weight bar was still hanging there on its pins high up on the machine. He then lowered the setting closer to the mat and then added another 10 lbf. to each side bringing the total weight on the bar to 55 pounds.

She then watched as he pulled his T-shirt and then his underdrawers off. Mr. Johnson now stood there completely naked in front line of Elena. His cock looked rock hard and it was pointing a good ten inches from his balls out straight in the direction of her.

Flash :"Miss. Kane, I'm gon na lie down monotonous on the terrace and you are gon na straddle my physical structure and shit under the free weight bar. As soon as I get inside your kitty-cat, I want you to do your weight squats up and down. Understood ?"

Elena :"Yes."

Flash :"And Miss. Kane, Rule # 2 : A adult female can't rise to the occasion if she hasn't been down first."

Mr. Johnson then lay down on the mat. Elena put both her ramification around his body and then took the weightiness onto her neck. It was much clayey and she strained a little to reserve it in station and to pull in her footing. Everything was mensuration correctly and adjusted to Elena's pocket-size stature and for the task she was about to do. She squatted down and held her lieu right above Mr. Johnson's crotch arena. She then felt him rubbing his cock against her dripping wet kitty-cat lips and after a few bit he pushed the head of it into her. She let out a loud moan.

Elena :"OHHHHH ! ! ! ! !"

It felt so good to deliver a man's cock up inside her again. Her ex-husband had about six column inch and he only ever was inside her for less than three instant before he came every time that they had sex. Mr. Lyndon Johnson's cock far ceded her ex in both duration and cinch. She felt full moon and stretched from the dildo fucking earlier, and now Mr. Johnson was pumping her unfastened again with his large black prick. He worked it in a lilliputian deeper while Elena squatted there holding the 55 pounds above her body.

Once thing were all set and copesetic, he gave her the go ahead to commence her stab. Up and down she started to push the weight, and in and out Mr. Johnson's large black cock went into her pussy. Elena's genu started to shake a trivial and she repositioned her bare base flat on the trading floor which made Mr. President Johnson's hammer invade deeper into her womb.

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

The audio of shape slapping against flesh, weights clanging and battering, and Elena's battle cry of pleasure echoed throughout the vacant gym. Mr. Johnson had his blazon spread out, set to pick out any mistakes with the weight. Women in the past had been so overcome with pleasure that they had given out and he learned the hard way to not rely them during this exercise.

Up and down Elena continued. Again, she lost count on her jab and about definitely did more of them than was required. She came hard a few meter but never lost her denseness on the weight. Not long after that, Mr. Johnson grabbed her hip joint and pulled her completed down onto his cock and he shot a gravid loading of calamitous cum deep up into twat which stopped the driving force and made both of them scream out in pleasure.

Elena struggled but returned the bar back up to its holding fall and then collapsed back down onto Mr. Johnson with his now rapidly getting flaccid dick still inside her. She fell forward and rested her head on the judiciary between Mr. Johnson knees. They lay there for a hour or two, both glistened with elbow grease and embarrassing with cum.

flashgun :"We are finished for the day Miss. Kane. cum back tomorrow at 8am, and think of, keep to the dieting. One more thing ; tonight, do some shaving. Remove everything from your branch, forearms, underarms, and of course, knock off your pussy area completely. I don't want to see any hair's-breadth on your trunk anymore except for your head. Understood ?"

Elena :"Yes Mr. Johnson."

split second :"thoroughly ! Now get the nooky out ! See ya tomorrow."

She got up, got dressed and quickly left. She felt the burn one would palpate from a good workout again. As she sat there on the bus for domicile, there was an sometime black man sitting across from her who stared at her the entire time. It was like she had ‘ shameful shaft slut'stenciled across her forehead, 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 soundbox in all the piazza that Mr. Johnson instructed her to. The hardest was the fuzz just above her ass crevice but with the avail of a mirror she got it done. That night she slept well.

The next day, day three of the programme, 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 attention 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 bathroom adjusting his shorts. When he saw Elena, he pulled his tool from them and hung it out lump and all exposed.

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

Without hesitation, Elena walked over to Mr. Johnson and got down on her knees. She took his cock in her right hired man and lifted it up and then popped it into her oral fissure and began to suckle on it. From behind her, she heard the gym threshold open again and then listen some footsteps. It was Orville Jefferson, another one of Mr. President Lyndon Johnson's men. Orville was tall and slim down and had blotchy skin especially on his font. He wasn't ugly, but it was clear that he had a cutis problem. Mr. Lyndon Johnson looked up when he heard him.

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

OJ :"You know how it is !"

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

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

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

Elena listened attentively from her knees in front of them while she continued to suck on Mr. Johnson's cock. She was gagging a petty trying to get most of it into her throat. She thought about Sherri and how it must have looked to see two black men fuck her. Their night bleak skin 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 Miss Kane. Sherri's friend. She's here to determine up and well, you know how we do. Why ? You wan na partake ?"

OJ :"fucking yeah Nigga ! Let me get some of dat darn !"

Elena watched from the quoin of her eye as Orville pulled his cock out from his trousers. It was another prominent behemoth and the skin of it was blotchy just like the residual of him was.

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

Again, without hesitation, Elena pulled her cheek from Mr. Johnson's genitals and grabbed appreciation of Orville's blotched cock and put it as inscrutable as she could into her mouth.

OJ :"Oh son of a bitch ! Is this bitch a freak too ?"

Flash :"Well, we haven't figured that shit out yet. She only been here a couple of mean solar day and she's done good so far. Was gon na stimulate her do some more weights but, we could have it off her right now if you want ?"

Elena's eye widened. These two guy were gon na eff her today. Her kitty-cat started to piddle again at the thought of being in a triplet. She was now gon na get firsthand accounts of what had happened to Sherri a few dark ago. She didn't know whether to be afraid or to be excited, and verity be told, it was a toss-up on both.

OJ :"Hell man, I'm always down for some Edward White pussy."

Flash :"Alright missy. Kane. Looks like your physical exercise today just took a detour. choose 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 area. Elena slowly undressed as well as she watched them stack the mats up on the trading floor making a quasi-floor bed. Mr. Johnson turned and saw Elena fully naked and that she completely shaved her body.

trice :"Very skillful miss. 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 feel stubble either. Even if it means shaving every mother fucking night !"

She smiled and nodded then got down on the lusterlessness on her knees between them both and recommenced with the in the first place blowjob, making sure as shooting to rotate her mouth from turncock to cock. They did that for a while before Mr. Lyndon Johnson lay down on the mat and Elena crawled between his legs and continued blowing him. She was now on all quadruplet and Orville got behind her and fed his ten-inches into her pussy.

Elena :"Oh yeah ! Fuck my pussy !"

Orville did just that, pounding her pussy from behind as she blew Mr. Johnson. They fucked her for a respectable hour in different view, with both men filling her mouth and pussy with copious amount of money of black cum. Orville was the first to nut in her lip which tasted very sweetness to Elena. When they finished, she was left a viscous sight and she was told to go and make clean 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 relish yourself Miss. Kane ?"

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

newsbreak :"Good. On your way home, I'm gon na want you to go to a drug memory board 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. make certainly that you are completely pick back there every one day before entering this gym. Understand ?"

Elena :"Yes."

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

Elena did her usage then left. She stopped at an old out of the way Rix pharmacy that had changed its gens to Gary's Drugs, but you could still see the old faded Rix sign up on the top of the construction. She asked for and bought a top of the line reusable enema kit. It cost her $ 30. She went dwelling house ate, showered, then used the clyster kit to even her son of a bitch out. Even though she had always been heavy Elena only defecated once every three 24-hour interval so it wasn't a big problem especially with her new diet.

The next morn was day four. Mr. Johnson made her do some more press Set, some more push-ups, sit-ups, and some more hunker lifts. She worked out a good four hours but she didn't get any black tool or even a shameful dildo. On day five it was some Thomas More of the same. At the source of day six Mr. Johnson outlawed clothing.

Flash :"Miss. Kane, starting today when you arrive and get undressed, you will not be given any exercise article of clothing. Workouts from this day forward are now to be completely naked. Not only will this give up for easier accession, but it will permit me to contemplate your body definition. Now go get undressed."

At this point cipher that Mr. Johnson asked Elena to do she interview. She quickly went to the locker room and took off all of her clothing. When she returned, Mr. Johnson was completely naked as well. But as she walked out into the middle of the gym, she saw two more naked black men sitting around the weights country. This was a first and Elena felt immediately self-conscious. Her inherent aptitude was to cover herself up with her arms but she quickly removed them knowing that doing so would get her yelled at.

Curtis :"shucks mon ! tone at them phat titties on dis beetch !"

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

They were both very intimidating looking. The unforesightful man was about 5'9 ”, and he had dreadlocks and looked like and sounded like he was Jamaican. His thick gruff beard was shivery and the only thing that he was wearing was a long gold string around his neck. He was sitting on a weighting bench and his extended full grim cock was hanging down like the tongue from a church bell. His figure was William Curtis Struthers. His cock was the wide of the mark phallus that Elena had ever seen. It looked like a large burnt kielbasa blimp hanging over the meat counter of a deli.

The early man was another guy well over six foundation like Mr. Johnson. His name was ding Anvayney. His name rhymed perfectly with the nickname they all gave him ‘ Thick N'Veiny'because of the ten-inch very boneheaded cock with enunciate veins when it was hard that he had hanging between his knees. notch's blue black cutis only made it that more intimidating. They were two to a greater extent employees of Mr. Johnson's gym, both certified gymnastic trainers.

instant :"Hey Miss Kane, I'd like to bring out you to snick and Curtis. They're gon na be section of your workout today."

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

twinkling :"See today we all gon na give out 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 spirit. Now she was being expected to take three black cocks up there. Three very magnanimous black prick. She didn't dare show her displeasure though. She just swallowed her care and went with it.

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

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

Flash :"Nope ! You're gon na ride the dildo bike for thirty minutes. We got ta open that ass and get you loosened up. After that, you'll seminal fluid over to the work bench. It's already set up. Basically, you gon na get in the pooch over that pad there. The curl bar has the weight set up on the early side. The only instruction I got is don't start the coil until we get in. Then continue the curls without stopping. We gon na play both the gluteal muscle muscles and the arms during this exercise. Rule # 3 : A woman ain't flexile, if she's too tight. realise ?"

Elena :"Yes. I understand."

Curtis :"Yeah beetch, realize ? you gon na finger da burning in more ways than be just one !"

The three of them started laughing. Elena ignored the laughter and got herself ready to ride the dildo bike anally. She spackled her asshole with lube and then climbed up on the wheel and positioned her ass on the seat. She slowly worked the foot pedal to run the dildo upward and back trying to get it in. It took a good three minutes, but she finally got the pass of it past her O-ring.

Elena :"Ohhhhhh God ! Wow that hurts !"

She then worked the foot pedal back and forth some more trying to get the lube to pull it in deeper and nominate affair more comfortable. Her ass would always push up off the hindquarters whenever the dildo came up. Finally, she was able to bring it in and out without it hurting. She started the bike and began pedaling. The rubber cock went inscrutable into her ass and back out with swiftness causing her to ascend 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 stigma her asshole was better acclimated and the fucking began to feel very good causing her puss to water profusely again. It was like the dildo was sawing her in one-half between her ramification, pushing her anal dental caries open up wider and wider with each poke up.

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

At the twenty-minute mark the dildo was in a good six inches deep. Elena was enjoying her ass fucking and couldn't postponement to feel warm live penises in her ass. She squealed and squirmed and screamed riding the bike faster and making the men harder than rocks. Finally, the campana rang on the bike signifying the end of the ride.

Curtis popped up from his seat and picked Elena up off of the bike like she was a feather and then carried her over to the weighting Bench. On the workbench, Elena positioned her stifle apart so that her ramification were opened wide-eyed and set her elbows up on the pad and hooked her finger's breadth around the weight unit bar.

Flash :"Remember, don't showtime 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 lamp worked some more lubricating substance generously between Elena's stub impertinence. The lubrication gel was very cooling and it felt good. wink's digit felt commodity as well as he rubbed it as deep into her bastard as he could get it. He also brushed his fingers across her wet pussy a few times as well.

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

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

Just then William Curtis came to the ripe side of her and pulled her head towards him and stuck his extensive cock near her lips.

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

She opened her oral cavity and tried with modified success to stretch her lips over the head of it. William Curtis'cock was only semi-hard and it was too big for her mouth, how in the Hades was he gon na get it into her asshole ? She could feel her jaw spreading wider as he pried spread out her rima oris with each thrusting of his cock. It was finally into her mouthpiece at least two inch and she could finger it poking at the back of her mouth. While her attention were diverted by the impossible face screw that she was getting, gouge had a good four inch of his own peter pushing in and out of her fast asshole.

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

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

Curtis pulled from her mouth and Elena refocused herself to the tool going in and out of her ass. It felt great. She steadied her script on the weight bar and started to do her curls while Nick fucked away at her ass. It truly was a sight. Elena could feel the burn from the weights in her biceps and her shoulders, as well as the press from ding's hot cock as it probed mystifying and deeper into her anus.

Five minutes like that before Curtis finally pulled out and dart a fatheaded sticky onus up Elena's back. It was the world-class time a man had shot his spermatozoan on her back and it felt very fond but messy. Nick put it back in her ass for a twosome of More pumps before moving away. The whole sentence Elena never stopped curling the system of weights. Flash was succeeding to fuck her asshole. Which he did for the adjacent seven minutes or so before pulling out and tagging off to Curtis. Elena's heart started to bewilder faster and she got understandably anxious knowing that Curtis was taking his go next.

Curtis began feeding his wide monster in and it felt like someone was trying to split her organic structure exposed with a drainpipe pipe from under a cesspit. She'd already been opened up by a bike dildo, and then two tool that were well lubed, and William Curtis was now making it feel like it was all kickoff again. Each thrusting in jimmy her asshole walls farther apart.

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

He gaped her ass unfastened for the next ten proceedings before finally flooding his load into her anus. Then it was Nick's spell again. Each man took three turns add together, all the while Elena continued doing curls with the weights. Finally, after they all were finished Flash 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 refill her electrolytes. Elena felt good. Tired but good. At to the lowest degree the fear of getting fucked in the ass were now over. And truth be told, she rather liked hold a great hammer deep up in her shit. It was only 10:30am though which was still betimes, something that Mr. Samuel Johnson realized as well.

Flash :"Miss Kane, I'm gon na feed ya another ten mo to stay, 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 sleep with you for a while in all of your hole. You're up for that right field ?"

Another surprise. Elena was hoping that her workout 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 treble teamed, another first for the reasonably footling Hawaiian. She defied her exhaustion and met his dubiousness with fake eagerness.

Elena :"Sure ! Whatever you say."

They sat around for another ten transactions before Elena was told to conjoin them on the mats. instant lay down and told her to empale her pussy on his rooster, which she did, and then Curtis got his wide dagger back into her SOB. Nick stuck his cock into her mouth and they triple teamed her for the side by side hour and a one-half, switching space when necessary.

They filled all of her muddle with some more black seeded player and Elena herself came about four and a half sentence. 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 to the full week of Flash'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 lamp :"There you go young lady Kane. You've already lost 15 pounds. I can actually get to see that you've lost some weight too."

Elena looked in one of the full-length mirrors. He was right. Her body was starting to reckon a small LE fat. There was a big smile on her face. She couldn't wait to get started on the day's workout. The second gear calendar week consisted of more nookie and more weightiness. They did the triad insight day once again, this time with flash lamp, OJ, and dent Anvayney.

On day fourteen she began the day on the scale and her weight was now down to 143. She'd lost another 23 quid and she turned and jumped into heartbeat's weapons system and hug and kissed him on the cheek when she saw the totals.

split second :"Alright Miss. Kane ! It's obvious that you are glad with your resultant role. As you can see, in only 14 mean solar day of my program, you have lost a whop 38 pounds. Are you quick to take it up another notch ?"

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

split second :"That's what I want to hear ! Starting tomorrow we're gon na double up your system of weights, sets, and prison term demarcation line. We're gon na embodiment those muscles and do away with the rest of that fat until you are lean and beautiful ! But that's tomorrow ! Today…today…Rule # 4 : A cleaning woman ain't truly fulfilled, unless she's sharing with many others."

The gym doorway on the far right field which was marked ‘ trainer's room'then opened and in walked OJ, ding Anvayney, TW, and Curtis Struthers. They were of course of study all naked and their semi-erect penis 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 boy are gon na reverse that little ass out. We're gon na unfold up all of them piffling White River gob. With our peter we're gon na pound sterling and tenderise your body and kick those stubborn fat cells out of you ! We also gon na immortalise it all for posterity."

Mr. President Lyndon Johnson pointed at the two nook of the gym where the mats were set up and there was a stationary photographic camera in each set up near the ceiling. Standing in the street corner was also a short skinny inkiness woman named Tammie who was holding a hand held television camera. It was explained to Elena that she was going to film a porno series called Hawaiian joy and that they were going to sell the tapes to an adult web site which would facilitate pay for her gym membership fees. At this head Elena didn't care. Her heart was racing with anticipation of having sex with five calamitous men in one session.

Flash :"OK then. Here's how everything's gon na go. showtime you are gon na get on your knees right on the tweed tape in the center."

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

split second :"We will then record fifteen instant of rotated blowjob. After that, you will get on all four and you will suck and be fucked until I say so. There will be a cock in your mouth and kitty at all times. Next, we'll do the same thing for a while but in missional. Next, back on all IV and we'll take turns gaping that ass. In the next stage, all three trap will be fucked at once. The concluding scene we're gon na all nut in your face."

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

Elena ignored TW's taunt and walked swiftly over to the mat and got down on her knees in the middle of it. All five men then surrounded her in a lot with their semi-hard black penises dangling in strawman of her grimace. For the next 15 bit she rotated her lips, spit, fingers and palms over all five black-market dick and testicle feverishly, trying desperately to make them cum but to no avail. During this unhurt episode, Elena's pussycat was poked and prodded with numerous different shameful fingers which made it sopping wet.

newsflash :"OK squawk get on all fours ! We about to wrack that twat now."

Elena wiped away the excess saliva from her face and then got on all fours between all of the men. Only a few weeks ago the pudgy Hawaiian girl was at upper limit weight and sexually frustrated. Now she was 38 lbs. lightsome and overwhelmed daily by sex with black shaft. The five men took turns the next three minute splitting Elena's pussy undetermined with their large black meat hammers. They also stretched her throat open, filling her belly with heaps of black cum. Elena herself came legion multiplication as the five Shirley Temple men fucked her pussy into the submissions of ecstasy.

After three hours of pussy pounding and backtalk fucking, they gave those yap a rest and focused on Elena's third input. She was again positioned on all tetrad and for the next hour and a half her ass was gaped clear by all five black cock, each one dumping a lode of cum deep into her anus at to the lowest degree once. Elena could palpate them entering the deepest contribution of her anal canal, stretching her rectum wider and wider. The randomness from the cameras zooming in and out were more patronise during these character of the taping.

Finally, it was time to triple squad all of Elena's mess and they basically took turns doing that the respite of the day. Elena felt so easy but constantly fully which defied logic. It wasn't until close to 7pm before they finally wrapped and Elena was told she could get prune and go home. She was both emotionally and physically pass and that dark she slept thick than she ever had in her lifetime.

Over the next few weeks the days blended together, and Elena's workouts got more physical. She could find her body toning up and her hide getting nasty around her bones. Looking in the mirror, she now wasn't able to see any spare flab on her arms and peg and especially around her midsection. It was all evaporating quickly. By week's end Elena's exercising weight was down to 120 pounds losing another twenty-three. workweek three was more of the Same with Elena doing all of the prior exercises at least twice Sir Thomas More and on weight day she had lost another five Ezra Loomis Pound bringing her weightiness to 115. Between all of the fucking, the utilisation, and the extreme oatmeal dieting, Elena shed a whopping 75 Ezra Loomis Pound by the wide-cut five hebdomad end. She now weighed in at a slight 112 pounds, and looked absolutely amazing. The lilliputian Hawaiian female child was so happy.

month later, Elena still keeps to the program. Now-a-days her workouts aren't as extremum and her dieting is not as strict. She doesn't lift practically weightiness anymore because her muscles are now adequately toned. When she goes to the gym now it's only two time a week and she goes for a few transactions on the exercise bike or the treadmill and then some disgraceful cock piece of tail by blink of an eye or one of the other trainers, or often a combination of whomever is acquaint that day in the gym. The bit of different sinister pecker that Elena has been with has ballooned beyond fanfare and his flight simulator. Sometimes Flash has special Shirley Temple guests 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 D. H. Lawrence. K-Dawg bones Elena in all of her jam and whomever he brings with him Elena must fuck them too. This is called assembling, and on appeal day she must do whatever sex act ( s ) that K-Dawg requests of her. Elena has grown to love the attention and looks forward to Th 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 course of study. What Elena and every former char who joins the political platform doesn't know is that there isn't any end to it. The boot are so steep that a lady friend never truly pays it off no affair how a good deal sex that she has. Unfortunately, none of them figure it out until they are deeply in debt to it all and in most casing, addicted to it anyway. The alternate payment plans have their pit too. The only three ways to stop the cycle and come out from under Flash's thumb is what he calls dancing, Train, or Auction.

terpsichore is self-explanatory. Basically, the girl ends up stripping for a pre-determined period of time while still keeping up gym show and collection days. The payments are accelerated with all of her net income sent directly to the gym, and the median time to fill in this option is usually a total year, sometimes more. By that clock time, to the highest degree of the women end up addicted to drugs and end up becoming good fledged peeler the rest of their life history. They also fall under the thumb of the guild proprietor so it's like going from the frying pan into the fire with this option. Only the wiser girls who stay clean come out of the other side and break completely free.

The Train pick softwood are shorter in sentence but by sheer volume in Negro cock. A girl who has a train ran on her suck and shtup tons of black prick in very large gangbang Sessions. It's more than one occurrent, and it's all done within a thirty-day period. So, it's three to five trains with an unlimited identification number of blackamoor men in a month's metre. It's payment on steroid hormone, and the girl who chooses this option is usually finished with the gym and assembling visit. They are told that the men are all scavenge but truth be told that would take money to set up and heartbeat isn't bankrolling any STD testing. It's a free for all with many risks and most womanhood shy away from this option.

The Auction option is basically the sales agreement of your debt and consistency to another party. That one has the uncertainty of time served and/or overall situation with your new creditors. Elena has been briefed on all of the alternatives and she has decided to stay within her current curriculum, the two gym sojourn and the one collection night. The condition 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 glad with her set-up so it's a moot point. To do that though, she must also help with enlisting. Once newsflash gets you into embodiment, you are asked to recruit other Andrew D. White women for gym membership. When it was explained to her, it was presented to her as principle # 5 : A woman ain't complete, unless she spreads the word. Basically, she's expected to lend former whiten women into the program just like her friend Sherri had done with her.

Elena's been talking to a new missy at the secretarial pool as of recently. Her name is mollie Donovan, a 21-year-old that just started working there only a few weeks ago. She's a wet-behind-the-ears little girl really, somebody that Elena can easily persuade to do anything, given that she has taken her under her annexe. molly isn't fat or out of shape at all, and she wouldn't need a gym rank anywhere, but she's beautiful and she'll be just what flash has ordered.

The End