The cab number one wood watched hungrily as the umbrella holding Elena Kane stepped over the puddle at the base of the curb on her way from his cab to the entree of the gym. The old blackened man had been stealing looks at the now thin and jolly Hawaiian beaut the solid ride in his rear-view mirror as she sat with her retentive beautiful legs crossed exposing her amphetamine second joint in the rear seat of his cab. One net look at those stage as they sashayed into the construction was sure as shooting enough to offer some decently spank-bank fabric during a few future rub and tug seance for the old black man.

Elena wasn't always this fit though. In fact, she was a good 75 pounds overweight for nearly of her grownup living. The 32-year-old beauty had spent the past year working out at Flash's seaworthiness manufacturing plant, adhering to a strict and singular fitness regime that has allowed her to shed the British pound systematically and forge Elena's body into a curvy delight to any man's eyes.

Growing up in Hawaii and raised by a Malayo-Polynesian mother and a White father, the 4'10"suddenly girl with the pretty face and glum short hair was always tragically overweight. At her heaviest, Elena would tip the musical scale at 187 quid which given her short stature would make her look like a roly-poly little orchis of flesh. It always was a major source of Elena's low self-esteem because she truly wasn't really a heavy feeder. The nutrient she ate wasn't the healthiest but it wasn't like she was frequenting the fast food drive-thru either.

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

One day, Elena's new booster from work Sherri Kimbelsen began raving about a unique and successful gym in the Willowbrook area that catered specifically to stoutness charwoman, and helped them shed unwanted pounds. Sherri seemed very adamantine about Elena giving this finical program a try. The sell job was really strong-growing and well-rehearsed.

Elena :"I don't know Sherri. Isn't Willowbrook a bad expanse ? I mean, isn't there's a lot of gang there ? Mostly Black person ace 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 good 25 hammering heavier, and no matter what I did I just couldn't lose that weight. Then I went to Flash 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 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 aid especially from the bosses in work. She stood at 5'8 ”, 113 lbs. with 34-22-32 measurements, long light-haired hair halfway down her book binding, and the longest legs showcased by the eccentric 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 unforesightful chick and segmentation showing blouses.

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

Sherri :"blockade it ! You are a very somewhat girl. All you've got to do is drop off the exercising weight. I'm telling you, go see news bulletin. He'll help you out. After a few calendar week of his course of study you won't believe how great you'll look. It's a life changer."

Elena :"fountainhead, I DO have a service break coming up. I suppose it can't harm to go hold it out."

In an effort to save a fresh image among their clients, the ship's company that staffed the secretarial pocket billiards gave the ladies employed with them a yearly five-week vacation recess. It was a skillful benefit that wasn't common with other companies but it did marvel for the womanhood who worked for them. It also stocked their guest with a revolving door of fresh faces which made a line look like it employed a lot More people than it really had. It made them look successful.

Sherri :"full idea ! Five weeks 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. Okay, I'll do it ! But when I get slight you better take me out to some clubs."

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

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

That conversation was on a Midweek. The following Sunday daybreak and a day into her service break, Elena put on a pair of sudor trouser and a sloppy sweatshirt and a distich of Patrick White gym shoe. She decided to go to Willowbrook to correspond out jiffy's gym. Twenty min later after exiting a bus and walking a few blocks, she stood in front of split second's Fitness manufacturing plant. It was a very dingy looking place on the corner of an L-shaped mini strip shopping centre next to a run-down liquor store. The people on the street walking by her were all black, and standing there in her fret she for certain stuck out like a sore ovolo. Finally, she summoned the courage to go inside.

interior, there was a quiet and deserted gym with a few rows of different exercise machines lined up. It was a pretty big elbow room that had a big undecided area after the machines, and way at the back of it all was a desk with a tall brawny blackened man sitting at it. Elena looked down at her feet and swallowed, then walked through the empty gym towards the man. The squeaks on the floor from her sneakers echoed off the gym bulwark, but the big black man never looked up at her from his newspaper until she was right in front of his desk.

flashing :"Ahh yes. I know exactly who YOU are. My miss Sherri told me all about your little dumpy ass."

His vocalisation was very curmudgeonly and loud and it caught Elena off guard. She didn't know that Sherri had already told him about her. She stood there a bit aflutter and a footling block and didn't say anything.

photoflash :"You're not a fucking deaf-and-dumb person, 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 have a pretty brass. Much prettier than well-nigh. Hold on a second… ..."

He bent down and reached into a lower draftsman of the filing locker behind his professorship and pulled out a ping sports bra and shorts set with the gym's logotype on them. He then turned back around and tossed them on the desk in front of Elena.

blink of an eye :"Here ya go, go in that locker room over there and modification 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 exercising weight today and you're gon na need something tighter on."

Elena tentatively picked up the clothes and walked slowly towards the cabinet elbow room. She wasn't expecting to start out any physical exertion the first day. She started to think about what she was getting herself into. Could she possibly keep coming to this gym in this very bad neighborhood ? Was this crude man legalize ? Elena's mind was racing.

Inside the locker room, Elena found an empty storage locker and then got unappareled and began to put on the athletics bra first. Her 34D tit hardly fit in it and it barely stretched over her large mamilla which were hard and predominantly poking through the tight pinko spandex cloth. It pushed her breasts up and together like a curiosity bra would and pointed her rock-hard nipples straight forward which was a bit embarrassing and revealing. The bottoms of her booby stuck out of it a footling as well showing ample under knocker, and there just wasn't a way to stretch the fabric completely over them.

The trunks on the former handwriting were a solid former headache. She tried to put them on over her underwear but just couldn't because of the fuddled fit. She eventually decided to just murder her pantie and go commando hoping that the gym well laundered its clothing. As she pulled the shorts up to her waistline, she felt the hindquarters of them wedge tight and deeply into her ass crack. She spent a few instant trying to adapt the shorts in berth 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 arms legs and stomach hung out from the tight rig and looked very unflattering. She started to cry, which she did for the adjacent five minutes. Finally, Elena composed herself and she grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself and walked back out to the gym. She stood at Flash's desk again and when he looked up at her and saw the towel he started laughing.

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

Elena :"But Mr. Andrew 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 insensate hard facts. YOU are a fat bitch ! My job is to make you NOT a fat cunt ! Everything that you have tried on your own in the past obviously hasn't worked, because you are STILL a fat bitch ! expression at yourself…no matter what you've done to convert, you haven't ! That's why you are here ! You wan na continue being a fat bitch ? Then there's the fucking door ! Get the fuck out and terminate wasting my sentence ! You're at the first crossroad Elena, so, make up your judgment right now !"

Elena was shocked by his bluntness. But as mean as he was, he was right. 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 crossroads in her life history and she needed to pass More clip thinking on it all but standing in front of this big black and coarse gym trainer she felt pressure and intimidated.

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

Elena :"I'm sorry. I'm just a petty scared is all. I want to start out your program"

Flash :"Alright then. Sorry I yelled, but sometimes it's the only way to get through to masses. It won't be the first off clock time I yell at you either. Get used to it, and please bring it all personal. The only way that you're gon na change your aliveness is to commend that your life suck as it is redress now. So, it IS personal. Let it cut through to your heart and soul and together we will wrick all this shit around ! Now, in the weeks to amount you will do whatever I say, when I say it, and how I say it without any questions. I don't give a fuck what I ask you to do, you gon na do it ! Do you experience me ?"

Elena :"Y-yes."

flash bulb :"in force ! Now take that fucking towel off and show me what I'm working with !"

She removed the towel and stood there pouring out of the sloshed garden pink sportsman bra and drawers. flashing came around from his desk with a clipboard in his deal and started to take the air slowly around her with a look of study across his face. The man was huge. He was easily over six feet and his musculus definition made him look very wide and imposing. The tee shirt and shorts he was wearing were tight like another layer of skin bed covering over his dark-mocha emblazon body. The man was an Adonis. He then reached out and put his manus on her left breast which startled her a little.

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

He rolled the nipple of her breast through the bra between his thumb and fore fingerbreadth as he spoke. She could feel it getting even harder as a rush of electricity flooded through her consistence ; stimulated from his touch. He then walked behind her and gave her left ass cheek a hard smacking which not only bite but sent the said electricity, as well as pain, shooting cold and fasting through her.

Elena :"Ouch ! What was that for ?"

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

Elena :"Anal density ?"

Flash :"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 squeamish ahh…probe of the unit situation."

What was he even talking about ? Anal density ? Elena began to sense a little confuse. She stood there watching this monster fateful man circle her half naked consistence making hands-on critiques of it, touching her in inappropriate lieu, and scribbling things on his clipboard. It was a little bit humiliating and weird, but for some unnamed reason to her it was also erotic which made no horse sense. following, he bent down in front man of her and put his left hired hand in her genital organ area. He dragged his finger's breadth across her inner thigh and then across the textile of the drawers against her pubic mound. The intimate electricity again raced through her roue. He was basically fondling her.

Flash :"Not bad. A little bit earsplitting on the second joint, but we can fix all of that. Go stand on that graduated table over there. We got ta get a beginning weight unit. And remove those shoes. All my trainee bitches work out barefooted."

Elena removed her sneakers and walked over to the exfoliation and stood on it. The digital numbers above her head word read 181 Syrian pound. The number embarrassed Elena and Mr. LBJ's boisterous and base words didn't boost her self-esteem either.

Flash :"Damn Miss. Kane ! For a very short fair sex that's a Hell of a lot of weight ! For a girl your summit I could take TWO bitches out of all that flab ! I see that we got our study cut out for us. 1st thing we gon na do today is the motorcycle. Now, it's all set up to the specification that I want for you. So, go on over and mount that fucking bike for XXX arcminute !"

Elena :"You mean…now ?"

Flash :"No…next week. YES, fucking now ! Get your white ass over there and do the 30 ! 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 type workouts. Being overweight that was intelligible. She had never been yelled at by soul as big as Mr. Lyndon Baines Johnson. It terrified her. It also turned her on a little to induce a big and brawny man forcefully tell her what to do. In some way it made her palpate like somebody cared about her, even if he was doing so with sharp vulgarity.

Flash :"Oh…and Miss. Kane ; that's 30 heterosexual mo. Don't catch for nothing ! You keep those treadle going non-stop. There's a bell that will ring on the wheel that will separate you when you are finished. Until you hear that bell…don't fucking diaphragm !"

Elena got on the bike. The hindquarters of it was a little bit richly, and the handlebars were a bit lower making her consistence lean a lot forward. Mr. President Lyndon Johnson obviously knew of her height because he had the bike set to her dead body precisely. She could touch the pedals and everything and aside from the position forward and the coarseness of the pedal on her stripped fundament, she felt pretty comfortable. She slowly started pedaling. There was some resistance but it wasn't anything that she couldn't handgrip. After a few moment, she could really start to feel the burn in her pegleg, her coxa, and some numbness on her finger's breadth and subdivision. The stew started to pour and Elena got into a good riding rhythm.

By the twenty-minute mark, she started to huff and puff. Her legs were tired and she couldn't tactile property anything in her blazon anymore. Now she was watching the timer silently cheering on the thirty-minute mark to arrive waiting for the end. She tried to consider of early things. She thought about her champion Sherri and wondered how she happened to find this particular gym. It didn't really count how Sherri found the gym she just looked amazing. Always tight beautiful and radiant. If Elena could work herself to even half the shape that Sherri was in, it would be a victory she thought.

The minutes ticked down and finally the campana rang on the bike. She stopped pedaling and leaned back on the seat. She felt spent as the sweat poured out from every pore on her torso. She sat there for a few minute of arc waiting for the feelings to yield in both her branch and ramification. Finally, she gingerly got off the bike and walked across the gym back to Mr. Johnson's desk where he sat reading his paper.

Flash :"Okay fille. Kane, arrive on over to the bench over here and let's see how practically weighting you can press. We'll starting line with 5 rep of 25 pounds."

Elena :"Reps ?"

Flash :"Yeah motherfucker reps ! We work out here at split second's seaworthiness Factory ! This ain't like all those other fucking gym, those biscuit stonecutter that have you just run on a tread-wheel and shit ! You're gon na exertion here Miss. Kane ! We got five hebdomad to whisk your little fatso ass into shape, and we gon na do it ! You dig ?"

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

Flash :"Never nookie mind how I know ! I know everything ! Always assume that I know everything ! I'm a motherfucking God to you and you will do whatever the piece of tail I say ! Now kick in me some rep on this here motorcar !"

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

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

He bent forward and reached around and added More exercising weight to the bar. As he did so, his spandex-clad cock got a lot closer to Elena's grimace. close enough that she could smack the musky smell of it. It wasn't an unpleasant olfactory perception, in fact, it was quite nice and very pungent. Elena stared at it and could see the scheme of its length through the spandex material. She could feel herself getting turned on.

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

She again started to lift the weights. It was a slight heavier with the spare pounding but she pushed it up and down with relative simplicity. The whole time she couldn't keep her eyes off of the large spandex-clad piece of pith that was hanging in a total darkness spandex hammock just above her face. Again, somehow, she got through it without incident.

instant :"Very good girl. Kane. Okay, on this next set we are gon na test your sleight and big businessman, as well as your ability to focalize. Nothing should distract you from finishing your quest. The weight will stay put the Same but I want three sets of 10. Remember, DO NOT break your concentration."

Elena :"Okay."

Mr. LBJ walked to the other end of the judiciary down by her base. He strapped both of her feet down at the ankles to each leg of the workbench. The bench was a fiddling bit across-the-board than a standard weight unit bench, about a good XXX inches wide which once her mortise joint were strapped down her branch were disseminate afford to their upper limit. He also fastened a strap around her waistline locking her whole torso to the bench.

Elena :"Why are you doing that ?"

Flash :"Wait…. What the roll in the hay did you just say ? Is that a fucking question ? What did we JUST establish about fucking interrogation ?"”

Elena :"I…I didn't mean…"

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

She again took clasp of the bar and steadied to do her reps. She erased the scolding that she had just gotten from her creative thinker and reset herself emotionally. As she pushed the bar from her pectus up for the first time, she then felt him touching her with his fingers between her stage. ‘ What was he doing ?'she thought. He was blatantly rubbing her kitty-cat lips through the spandex and it actually felt very good. So good that her body started to answer to his ghost and her vagina started to get wet.

The feeling was mystify and very distracting, 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 reps she arched her back as much as the shoulder strap around her waist would allow while Mr. Dr. Johnson dug his finger into her vagina through her shorts. He even poked his finger into the material of the short pants and into her vagina a good in or so too. Elena's clit was responding to it and driving her crazy, but she didn't break concentration which was pretty impressive. He removed his finger from her private parts region as she returned the bar back up to the rack.

Flash :"Very gracious Miss. Kane. You're a quick cogitation. unlax a few Sir Thomas More min, I'll be right back."

Elena lay their scour. Flushed because of her physical exercise and flushed because of the unscheduled fingering that she had just received. It had been a long while since a man touched her in that way. She almost blank out how great that it felt. For the future five min she relaxed and caught her breath and regained her calmness. As her composure began to riposte, feelings of violation started to grovel into her caput. Did this man that she just met under an minute ago seriously just harass her ?

She thought again about her beautiful blonde office supporter. Was this how she too had gotten in shape ? A picture of Sherri lying on the weightiness terrace getting fingered by Mr. LBJ then fabricated into her mind and Elena's pussy started to leak out again. The thought process of Sherri's beautiful legs tied down to the bench and Mr. President Lyndon Johnson fingering her champion's pussy made her breadbasket do flip-flop flops too. She couldn't help but rub her own pussy through her shorts thinking about her hot booster going through the Lapplander experience. Before she knew it, Mr. Johnson returned with a weird looking pull in his right wing manus. She pulled her paw out from between her legs and hoped that He hadn't seen what she was just doing.

New York minute :"Just relax Miss. Kane. I've got to make believe a few adjustments."

Elena :"Okay."

He again stood near her head and reached forward over the bench. This sentence his package was positioned a few in from her face, penny-pinching than it was before. He then stepped back and pulled the side of the workbench and it rose about a animal foot higher from the flooring with Elena still on it. By doing this, her legs pulled sloshed towards the bottom of the workbench because her feet were still tied to the legs of it and her ft underside rose from the gym floor. The only role of her fundament touching the story now was her toes.

Mr. Johnson then made another allowance behind her head and the end of the bench went down a few inch and her head moved down with it too. It was like she was laying on a bed with her head hanging off of the side of it. Elena's full moon body looked like it was on a wrack being stretched and her muscles in her hips legs and torso were expanded. She felt helpless without any way to propel with everything tied down and stretch along except for her arms.

trice :"Okay, another two sets of 10 reps. Remember to never interrupt concentration. zero should reach you block off your reps. And Miss Kane…also remember this……rule # 1 : A charwoman can't breathe if she can't expand."

She had no clue what he was talking about. Rule # 1 ? What did that even think ? Again, she started to do weight repp with the bar It was a little more difficult with her head positioned abject than the way it was before. On the fourth rep, she heard Mr. LBJ moving around outside of her eyeshot. He then came into sentiment only this sentence his excrescence was completely hanging loose out of his shorts. His shaft was immense, a lot bigger than she had imagined it would be. Her oculus got really big and before she could say anything, he took it in his helping hand and positioned it at her rim. She tried to close her mouth but he pushed the head of it past her lips and across her tongue.

Instinctively, she continued to rep the weighting up and down while Mr. Johnson fed his cock deeper into her throat. The fact that she was tied down made it impossible to move away from him. Deeper and deeper he pushed his black bone into her mouth as she gagged and gasped for air. Her eyes started to water system as well as he fucked her font with his cock. She lost count on how many rep she was doing with the weight bar but she didn't think she should stop until she was told to.

After a serious ten transactions, she felt his cock start to quiver and then a few minute later she could savor his spermatozoan as it filled her mouth and drizzled down her opened-up throat into her stomach. Between her peg was becoming a dowse sight. Mr. Johnson pulled out from her mouth and then helped her property the exercising weight back up on its bearer on the political machine. She just lay there trying to catch her breathing place for a few moment. Her arms felt like jelly and her lip felt sore and stretched. She still could taste the salty taste of spermatozoan in her rima oris which was better tasting than she expected it to be. Then after a few minutes Mr. Johnson untied her ankles from the bench.

Flash :"Okay fille Kane, I've got a flavour of what your replete program is gon na be. You may go variety and return tomorrow at 8am. Don't be late ! We've got a lot to continue !"

He walked back behind his desk putting his now rapidly flabby sperm dripping member back into his underdrawers. Elena stared at him for a few second gear as he sat there reading his newspaper publisher. She wiped the cum from her lips with the rachis 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 blow 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 give her new ‘ trainer'a firearm 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 hour, she decided to just forget so she forgot about it all and left. On the way home Elena made a pact with herself that she would not render to the gym and that she might even cover Mr. President Lyndon Johnson to the police.

That night she thought long and hard about what had happened. She started to think about how she allowed Mr. President Lyndon Johnson to fuck her mouth and didn't try at least once to stop him. She thought about how her body felt and how wet it all made her between her legs. She thought about the musky odor and the feeling of his balls as they pushed against her nose and eyes as he pushed his dick deep into her throat and came hard into her stomach. As she lay there with guilt, remorse, and a bit of ira, she was unconsciously rubbing at her pussy again, working her finger's breadth while she lay with her legs splayed wide across her bed.

Then her head started to fill with doubtfulness again. How could he have taken vantage of her like that ? Maybe this guy was not being straight with her and decided to get out a fast one on a new girl. Did Sherri have it away about any of this ? Maybe he had no aim of helping her get fit. Maybe this was all a big cozenage. Could she honestly go back there in the break of the day ? She wasn't thinking straight. Her eyes started to close and before long she fell fast asleep.

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

Flash :"Good morning Miss. Kane, how did you slumber ?"

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

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

Elena :"Oh ? There's more ?"

instant :"diddly cunt ! We got a whole lot to a greater extent to do !"

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

trice :"judgment 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 tweed adult female lose exercising weight is Diet, usage, and nigh importantly, sex with calamitous cock. cipher but big black cock and lots of it."

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

news bulletin :"Miss. Kane, I can see by the face on your face that you are conflicted. Once again, I will dedicate you the out. But this is your concluding chance. If you feel that you just can not go on this program then there's the fucking door ! Be gone with you ! take in your piece of asshole fat body and get the fuck out ! Or…you can stay and we can go on. You have mere second to decide."

Elena :"Well, no. I really do call for to get into frame. I can't just leave."

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

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

instant :"Now, for the meals. You are only allowed to eat twice a day. In the break of the day for breakfast you may have some burgoo. This oatmeal right hand 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 parallel bars that were wrapped in blank white wrappers.

instant :"Either eat a bowl of oatmeal, or eat a fucking oatmeal bar ! Either way, that's all you are allowed to eat in the dayspring before you come here. For dinner ? Again, the fucking oatmeal ! No meat, no vegetables, no fruit, no fucking bread, nothing else ! A few week of this diet and the employment we will do here, and you will lose some system of weights pretty fucking fast ! Then we can work on your definition. Understand ?"

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

split second :"You'd fuck better ! Every shag forenoon at 8am shrill ! And I'll KNOW if you've been eating anything else because I'll see it in your system of weights. So, don't fuck around ! Now here, go variety into these things."

He handed her another sportswoman bra and shorts set with the gym logo on them only this set was yellow. She walked to the locker room to change into them. Once again, the bra was very rigorous and her big breasts were pouring out of it. The shorts though, the shorts were crotchless. It wasn't even a true crotchless pair of shortstop, the curtain raising looked like it was ripped open or maybe had been split open by mortal 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. Lyndon Baines Johnson about them was a no-no, so she just put them on and returned to the gym.

Flash :"Looking good in yellow Miss. Kane. See that mat over there in the corner ? The blueness one ? Go over there, and cave in me three sets of 10 sit-ups and then three sets of 10 push-ups. We are on a time schedule so don't screwing 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 marvellous and fit, and very muscular like Mr. Lyndon Baines Johnson. It was a man named Tony Frank Lloyd Wright. Tony was also a personal trainer and he worked for jiffy. His muscle were a little more set but that was because professionally, Tony also did some body-building.

New York minute :"TW ! Just the man I wan na see. number over here man."

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

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

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

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

twinkling :"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-pitched fived each other. Then they went outside. Elena could see their silhouettes in the big frosted photograph windowpane of the gym. She didn't know what they meant but she did realize that they were talking about Sherri. She finished the sit-ups and then started on the push-ups. She could experience the air blowing through the hole that was in her crotch area. It felt expert and cool. As she got close to the end of her final examination set, Mr. Johnson returned to the gym.

fanfare :"misfire. Kane, today we're gon na do some more cycle work, with a twist. You see, if you're gon na be taking some smuggled turncock between those legs, then we're gon na have to open your motherfucker up a bit. This bicycle is a little dissimilar from the one you rode yesterday. picket this…you're gon na get laid this crap !"

She followed him over to the drill motorcycle which had a large bleak tarpaulin over it covering it completely. He removed the tarp and the first thing that Elena noticed was the head of a large black dildo poking out from a cakehole in the middle of the bike's seat. The gear mechanism connected to the pedals was extra-large too.

Mr. LBJ then reached down and pedaled the pedals with his paw a few rotary motion and the dildo slid up and down through the motorcycle rear. The dildo was a good ten inches and almost all of it came through the prat during one pedal rotation. Elena was expected to shoot almost the unit matter while pedaling a unbendable rhythm on the bike.

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

Elena :"Y-Yeah."

She took the nursing bottle of lubrication that Mr. President Johnson handed her and splooged a generous sum of money 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 palm and spackled it between her stage and generously into her vagina. After wiping her deal with a towel, Elena climbed up on the bike and positioned her body over the hole in the tooshie. She moved the pedal a trivial with her entrust foundation and eased the dildo up about two in into her well lubricate pussy.

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

Flash :"well, that's how big niggas is too ! Sometimes even bigger ! We got ta unresolved that box up if we're gon na sharpen pencils in it, if you get my trend ! Now, thirty minute of arc non-stop. You know the recitation. Don't stopover until you hear the bell."

Mr. Andrew Johnson walked back to his desk. Elena steady herself on the stern 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 twat with each rotation of the pedals.

Elena :"Ahhh screwing ! Oh my God ! It's so big ! It's deep ! It's flaming deep ! Oooohhhhh ! Oooohhhhh ! ass ! Oooohhhhh yeah ! Yeah !"

It took four minutes but Elena came hard around the dildo going in and out of her. She almost lost her ground on the pedals during her culmination but caught herself. The dildo was reaching office of her uterus that goose egg ever had before. Without sympathy, the thickly melanise latex rubber dildo opened up her vagina wide with both speed and power. Elena's eyes rolled back in her brain and she came hard again.

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

Mr. President Johnson ignored Elena's sexual cries. He just sat there at his desk reading his newsprint while she rode the motorcycle and had her pussy gaped outdoors by the dildo. The thirty proceedings final came to a close and the bell rang signifying her to stop which she did. She came four aggregate fourth dimension during the whole workout. Elena's legs were extremely infirm but she managed to climb off of the bike and then walk bowlegged over to Mr. President Andrew Johnson's desk. He looked up at her and smiled.

newsflash :"Alright Miss. Kane, back over to the weight bench. Now we are gon na do some 25-pound diddlysquat rise. Basically, you will stand up over the work bench and make the weights behind your psyche and push it up and down. Give me 5 of them right now."

The trite and sexually flushed Elena stood over the bench and positioned the bar behind her neck then did five perfect diddly-squat cosmetic surgery. Each clock time she squatted down, the rive material of her shorts 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 frisson up her spine.

flash bulb :"Very good. Okay rest a few minutes and we'll do another 10. This time we'll add ten Sir Thomas More pounds."

She rested a few then got back into position and was told to do the next 10 set. On the second pushing up, she felt Mr. President Johnson's fingerbreadth probing between her legs again. This time he was able to put in one deeper into her which he did. As she moved her soundbox up and down with the weight Mr. President Johnson fingerbreadth fucked her twat in and out.

Flash :"Hmm fille. 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 wait to have a genuine dark hammer up inside your pussy huh ? I bet you'd LOVE that !"

Elena began to breath sound. More so in pleasure than in straining pain. Her legs started to feel like jelly and it was getting firmly to raise the weight but she answered him.

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

jiffy :"Yeah I knew that ! All you mother fucking White River little girl want some black dick !"

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

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

She watched on with her hands on her waistline flushed from the scrunch up heave but also from the work that Mr. Johnson did with his digit in her vagina. It was an odd feeling to be both blown up from physical travail and sexually charged up at the Same time. It made her blood heart faster than she ever felt it through her heart.

Elena watched on as Mr. Johnson repositioned the bench in the weight domain. The squat thrust 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 pound sterling to each side bringing the add up weight on the bar to 55 pounds.

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

Flash :"missy. Kane, I'm gon na lie down flavorless on the judiciary and you are gon na straddle my organic structure and squatting 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."

blink of an eye :"And miss. Kane, Rule # 2 : A woman can't ascension to the occasion if she hasn't been down first."

Mr. Johnson then lay down on the mat. Elena put both her legs around his dead body and then took the weight onto her cervix. It was much big and she strained a minuscule to go for it in property and to gain ground her basis. Everything was bar correctly and adjusted to Elena's humble stature and for the task she was about to do. She squatted down and held her place right above Mr. Dr. Johnson's crotch area. She then felt him rubbing his tool against her dripping wet pussy rim and after a few mo he pushed the head of it into her. She let out a loud moan.

Elena :"OHHHHH ! ! ! ! !"

It felt so salutary to receive a man's rooster up inside her again. Her ex had about six in and he only ever was inside her for less than three minutes before he came every time that they had sex. Mr. Johnson's cock far ceded her ex in both length and girth. She felt good and stretched from the dildo fucking earlier, and now Mr. Johnson was pumping her loose again with his expectant black cock. He worked it in a little deeper while Elena squatted there holding the 55 pounds above her body.

Once things were all set and copesetic, he gave her the go ahead to begin her thrusts. Up and down she started to push the system of weights, and in and out Mr. President Lyndon Johnson's enceinte bleak cock went into her cunt. Elena's knees started to shake a petty and she repositioned her bare feet flatbed on the level which made Mr. Johnson's pecker invade deeper into her womb.

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

The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, exercising weight clanging and battering, and Elena's rallying cry of pleasance echoed throughout the vacant gymnasium. Mr. Johnson had his arms spread out, ready to spot any misapprehension with the weight. Women in the past times had been so overcome with pleasure that they had given out and he learned the heavily way to not trust them during this exercise.

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

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

Flash :"We are finished for the day girl. Kane. cum back tomorrow at 8am, and remember, keep to the diet. One more thing ; tonight, do some paring. bump off everything from your branch, forearms, underarms, and of course, shave your puss arena completely. I don't want to see any hair on your physical structure anymore except for your oral sex. Understood ?"

Elena :"Yes Mr. Johnson."

Flash :"well ! Now get the nooky out ! See ya tomorrow."

She got up, got dressed and quickly left. She felt the tan one would feel from a safe workout again. As she sat there on the bus for home, there was an older pitch blackness man sitting across from her who stared at her the full clip. It was like she had ‘ black rooster trollop'stenciled across her frontal bone, like he knew what she'd been doing all day. She went home, ate, and then ran the water in the bathtub. She then shaved her body in all the plaza that Mr. Lyndon Johnson instructed her to. The hardest was the fuzz just above her ass scissure but with the assist of a mirror she got it done. That nighttime she slept well.

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

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

Without hesitation, Elena walked over to Mr. Johnson and got down on her knees. She took his peter in her proper bridge player and lifted it up and then popped it into her sass and began to suckle on it. From behind her, she heard the gym door open again and then heard some step. It was Orville Jefferson, another one of Mr. President Andrew Johnson's men. Orville was magniloquent and sparse and had blotchy skin especially on his face. He wasn't ugly, but it was clear that he had a skin job. Mr. Andrew Johnson looked up when he heard him.

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

OJ :"You know how it is !"

ostentation :"Did you go with TW the former night ?"

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

Flash :"Your dirty ass probably loved that dirt ! 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 little trying to get most of it into her throat. She thought about Sherri and how it must have looked to see two melanize men fuck her. Their glum Shirley Temple Black skin as they pumped their black cocks in and out of her protagonist's alabaster complexion, it must have been a pot 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 forge up and well, you know how we do. Why ? You wan na partake ?"

OJ :"shag yeah Nigga ! Let me get some of dat shit !"

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

Flash :"Miss. Kane you're gon na soak up OJ here's rooster too."

Again, without hesitation, Elena pulled her face from Mr. President Johnson's fork and grabbed hold of Orville's splotched cock and put it as deep as she could into her mouth.

OJ :"Oh shit ! Is this kick a addict too ?"

newsbreak :"Well, we haven't figured that motherfucker out yet. She only been here a couple of Clarence Shepard Day Jr. and she's done good so far. Was gon na have her do some more weights but, we could roll in the hay her right field now if you want ?"

Elena's eyes widened. These two guy were gon na bonk her today. Her pussy started to piss again at the persuasion of being in a threesome. She was now gon na get firsthand account statement 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 tossup on both.

OJ :"hellhole man, I'm always down for some whiteness pussy."

Flash :"Alright Miss. 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 disinvest and take the air towards the mat area. Elena slowly undressed as well as she watched them stack the gym mat up on the base making a quasi-floor bed. Mr. Dr. Johnson turned and saw Elena fully naked and that she completely shaved her body.

Flash :"Very nice missy. 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 experience stalk either. Even if it means shaving every mother fucking Night !"

She smiled and nodded then got down on the mats on her knees between them both and recommenced with the earlier blowjobs, making trusted to rotate her mouth from hammer to prance. They did that for a while before Mr. Johnson lay down on the mat and Elena crawled between his legs and continued blowing him. She was now on all Little Joe and Orville got behind her and fed his ten-inches into her pussy.

Elena :"Oh yeah ! shag my slit !"

Orville did just that, pounding her twat from behind as she blew Mr. Johnson. They fucked her for a in effect 60 minutes in different positions, with both men filling her back talk and pussy with copious measure of black cum. Orville was the first to nut in her backtalk which tasted very sweet to Elena. When they finished, she was left a sticky mess and she was told to go and clean up. When she returned to the gym, she was still naked. Orville was gone and Mr. President Andrew Johnson was standing over by his desk.

news bulletin :"Did you love yourself Miss. Kane ?"

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

Flash :"commodity. On your way house, I'm gon na need you to go to a drug storehouse 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 sure enough that you are completely clean back there every single day before entering this gym. read ?"

Elena :"Yes."

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

Elena did her exercises then left. She stopped at an old out of the way Rix 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 building. She asked for and bought a top of the billet reusable enema kit. It cost her $ 30. She went abode ate, showered, then used the enema kit to even out her asshole out. Even though she had always been overweight Elena only defecated once every three sidereal day 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 weight-lift sets, some more push-ups, sit-ups, and some more squat lift. She worked out a good four hours but she didn't get any Black person cock or even a black dildo. On day five it was some more of the same. At the beginning of day six Mr. Johnson outlawed clothing.

Flash :"Miss. Kane, starting today when you arrive and get undressed, you will not be given any exercising vesture. Workouts from this day forward are now to be completely naked. Not only will this allow for easy memory access, but it will allow me to analyze your trunk definition. Now go get undressed."

At this stage nothing that Mr. Johnson asked Elena to do she oppugn. She quickly went to the locker way and took off all of her article of 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 weighting area. This was a first and Elena felt immediately self-conscious. Her instinct was to spread over herself up with her arms but she quickly removed them knowing that doing so would get her cry at.

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

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

They were both very intimidating looking. The scant man was about 5'9 ”, and he had dreadlocks and looked like and sounded like he was Jamaican. His thickly gruff beard was scary and the only thing that he was wearing was a farseeing amber range around his neck. He was sitting on a weight bench and his extended wide dark cock was hanging down like the clapper from a church Bell. His figure was Curtis Struthers. His cock was the widest penis that Elena had ever seen. It looked like a big burnt kielbasa sausage suspension over the nub tabulator of a deli.

The other man was another guy well over six understructure 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 thick rooster with pronounced veins when it was hard that he had hanging between his genu. ding's dark blackamoor skin only made it that more intimidating. They were two More employees of Mr. President Johnson's gym, both indorse athletic trainers.

Flash :"Hey Miss Kane, I'd like to premise you to Nick and William Curtis. They're gon na be region of your exercising today."

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

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

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

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

notch :"tally it out. All bore and shit."

twinkling :"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 come over to the bench. 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 only command I got is don't start the curls until we get in. Then continue the curls without stopping. We gon na run both the glute brawn and the sleeve during this exercise. pattern # 3 : A cleaning woman ain't flexible, if she's too tight. Understand ?"

Elena :"Yes. I understand."

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

The three of them started laughing. Elena ignored the laugh and got herself ready to taunt the dildo bicycle anally. She spackled her asshole with lubricant and then climbed up on the wheel and positioned her ass on the hindquarters. She slowly worked the foot pedal to locomote the dildo upward and back trying to get it in. It took a good three minutes, but she finally got the head word of it past her O-ring.

Elena :"Ohhhhhh God ! Wow that hurts !"

She then worked the pedals back and forth some more trying to get the lubricating substance to pull it in deeper and induce things more well-heeled. Her ass would always push up off the seat whenever the dildo came up. Finally, she was able to work it in and out without it hurting. She started the bike and began pedaling. The rubber cock went deep into her ass and back out with speed causing her to climb up from the seat and cry out each time but she didn't blockage and the dildo never left her ass.

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

As she worked the pedals on the motorcycle, she glanced over at the three men who were sitting around watching her and jerking off. At the ten-minute mug her bastard was better acclimated and the fucking began to feel very good causing her cunt to body of water profusely again. It was like the dildo was sawing her in half between her stage, pushing her anal bodily cavity open wider and wider with each knife thrust up.

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

At the twenty-minute mark the dildo was in a serious six inch deep. Elena was enjoying her ass ass and couldn't wait to feel warm live penis in her ass. She squealed and squirmed and screamed riding the bike faster and making the men harder than careen. Finally, the doorbell rang on the bike signifying the end of the ride.

Curtis popped up from his ass and picked Elena up off of the motorcycle like she was a feather and then carried her over to the system of weights terrace. On the Bench, Elena positioned her knees apart so that her stage were opened blanket and set her elbow up on the pad and hooked her finger's breadth around the weight bar.

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

Elena :"I understand."

Nick straddled the terrace behind her while Flash worked some more lube generously between Elena's butt nerve. The lubrication gel was very cool down and it felt well. trice's fingerbreadth felt good as well as he rubbed it as late into her asshole as he could get it. He also brushed his fingers across her wet pussy a few clip as well.

Nick took some lubricant 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 right hand resting on the base of her spine, she started to feel the pressure of his cock as he pushed it against her anal cavity.

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

Just then Curtis came to the veracious incline of her and pulled her fountainhead towards him and stuck his wide tool near her lips.

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

She opened her mouth and tried with throttle winner to stretch her rim over the head of it. Curtis'cock was only semi-hard and it was too big for her mouth, how in the hell was he gon na get it into her prick ? She could feel her jaw spreading wider as he pried opened her mouth with each thrust of his cock. It was finally into her mouth at least two in and she could palpate it poking at the spine of her mouth. While her attentions were diverted by the impossible face fucking that she was getting, Nick had a just four inches of his own putz pushing in and out of her compressed asshole.

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

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

Curtis pulled from her mouth and Elena refocused herself to the cock going in and out of her ass. It felt slap-up. She steadied her hands on the weight bar and started to do her Robert Curl while nick fucked away at her ass. It truly was a sight. Elena could sense the burning from the weights in her biceps and her shoulders, as well as the imperativeness from notch's hot cock as it probed deeper and deeper into her anus.

Five proceedings like that before Curtis finally pulled out and shoot a thick sticky onus up Elena's back. It was the 1st metre a man had shot his sperm on her backrest and it felt very warm but messy. ding put it back in her ass for a dyad of more pumps before moving away. The whole time Elena never stopped curling the weights. Flash was adjacent to have a go at it her asshole. Which he did for the side by side seven minutes or so before pulling out and tagging off to Curtis. Elena's heart started to beat faster and she got understandably nervous knowing that Curtis was taking his bout next.

Curtis began feeding his all-encompassing monster in and it felt like someone was trying to split her consistency surface with a drain pipage from under a sink. She'd already been opened up by a cycle dildo, and then two putz that were well lubed, and William Curtis was now making it experience like it was all beginning again. Each knife thrust in jimmy her asshole rampart farther apart.

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

He gaped her ass capable for the next ten mo before finally flooding his load into her anus. Then it was Nick's turn again. Each man took three bit tot up, all the spell Elena continued doing curls with the weight. 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 replenish her electrolytes. Elena felt practiced. Tired but beneficial. At least the reverence of getting fucked in the ass were now over. And truth be told, she rather liked cause a large cock deep up in her asshole. It was only 10:30am though which was still early, something that Mr. Johnson realized as well.

flash lamp :"Miss Kane, I'm gon na commit ya another ten proceedings to rest, but your day today isn't over by a tenacious dig. I've decided that since it's still early, the three of us are gon na fuck you for a while in all of your holes. You're up for that right wing ?"

Another surprise. Elena was hoping that her workout was gon na be done for the day. Her ass was fucked outdoors well and her limb felt like jelly. Now she was going to be triple teamed, another first for the pretty minuscule Hawaiian. She defied her debilitation and met his question with talk through one's hat eagerness.

Elena :"Sure ! Whatever you say."

They sat around for another ten minutes before Elena was told to join them on the mats. wink lay down and told her to transfix her pussy on his cock, which she did, and then William Curtis got his panoptic sticker back into her asshole. dent stuck his cock into her mouth and they triple teamed her for the next 60 minutes and a half, switching places when necessary.

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

The succeeding day was day seven. Elena had done a to the full calendar week of Flash's political platform. She weighed in at 181 when she first started, and a week later between the strict diet and the practice she weighed in now at 166 lbs.

Flash :"There you go missy Kane. You've already lost 15 pounds. I can actually start to see that you've lost some weightiness too."

Elena looked in one of the uncut mirrors. He was right. Her soundbox was starting to take care a little less fat. There was a big smile on her boldness. She couldn't wait to get started on the day's workout. The 2d week consisted of more screwing and Sir Thomas More weights. They did the triple insight day once again, this time with Flash, OJ, and dent Anvayney.

On day XIV she began the day on the exfoliation and her weight unit was now down to 143. She'd lost another 23 Syrian pound and she turned and jumped into newsbreak's branch and hug and kissed him on the cheek when she saw the totals.

Flash :"Alright Miss. Kane ! It's obvious that you are happy with your answer. As you can see, in only 14 solar day of my broadcast, you have lost a thumping 38 pounds. Are you ready to exact it up another snick ?"

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

Flash :"That's what I want to find out ! Starting tomorrow we're gon na double your weight unit, sets, and prison term limits. We're gon na shape those sinew and rule out the respite 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 door on the far right which was marked ‘ trainer's room'then opened and in walked OJ, Nick Anvayney, TW, and Curtis Struthers. They were of course all naked and their semi-erect penises were swinging between their legs as they walked. Elena was going to be gang banged by all five of them.

photoflash :"Yes, today me and my boys are gon na turn that little ass out. We're gon na unfold up all of them little white holes. With our cocks we're gon na pound and tenderise your trunk and kick those unregenerate fat cells out of you ! We also gon na record it all for posterity."

Mr. Johnson pointed at the two recess 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 forgetful skinny blackened woman named Tammie who was holding a manus held camera. It was explained to Elena that she was going to film a porno series called Hawaiian Delights and that they were going to sell the tapeline to an adult website which would help oneself pay for her gym membership fees. At this point Elena didn't charge. Her spirit was racing with anticipation of having sex with five inkiness men in one session.

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

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

Flash :"We will then memorialise XV mo of rotated blowjob. After that, you will get on all fours and you will suck and be fucked until I say so. There will be a cock in your mouth and pussy at all sentence. Next, we'll do the same thing for a piece but in missionary. Next, back on all fours and we'll take round gaping that ass. In the next stage, all three holes will be fucked at once. The final scene we're gon na all nut in your face."

TW :"Gon na paint that mofo ! Gon na glue ya optic shut bitch ! Ya get word dat ?"

Elena ignored TW's twit and walked swiftly over to the mat and got down on her knees in the center of it. All five men then surrounded her in a circle with their semi-hard black penises dangling in front line of her face. For the next 15 minutes she rotated her back talk, knife, fingers and palm tree over all five black cocks and balls feverishly, trying desperately to relieve oneself them cum but to no service. During this whole sequence, Elena's pussy was poked and prodded with numerous different black finger's breadth which made it sopping wet.

Flash :"okeh bitch get on all fours ! We about to wrack that snatch now."

Elena wiped away the excess spittle from her human face and then got on all fours between all of the men. Only a few weeks ago the pudgy Hawaiian miss was at maximum weightiness and sexually frustrated. Now she was 38 lbs. lighter and overwhelmed daily by sex with black cocks. The five men took turns the next three hours splitting Elena's pussy open with their large blackamoor meat cock. They also stretched her throat open, filling her belly with gobs of Joseph Black cum. Elena herself came numerous times as the five blackness men fucked her pussy into the meekness of ecstasy.

After three 60 minutes of cunt pounding and mouth fucking, they gave those holes a repose and focused on Elena's third gear stimulus. She was again positioned on all IV and for the next hour and a half her ass was gaped assailable by all five black peter, each one dumping a shipment of cum deep into her anus at least once. Elena could feel them entering the cryptical component of her anal retentive duct, stretching her rectum wider and wider. The noises from the cameras zooming in and out were more frequent during these parts of the taping.

Finally, it was metre to triple team all of Elena's holes and they basically took turns doing that the eternal sleep of the day. Elena felt so on the loose but constantly full which defied logic. It wasn't until close to 7pm before they finally wrapped and Elena was told she could get dressed and go home. She was both emotionally and physically washed-out and that Night she slept mysterious than she ever had in her lifetime.

Over the succeeding few calendar week the days blended together, and Elena's exercise got more physical. She could sense her eubstance toning up and her skin getting tighter around her bone. Looking in the mirror, she now wasn't able-bodied to see any excess flab on her arms and legs and especially around her midriff. It was all vaporise quickly. By week's end Elena's system of weights was down to 120 lbf. losing another twenty-three. hebdomad three was more of the same with Elena doing all of the prior drill at to the lowest degree twice Sir Thomas More and on weightiness day she had lost another five pounds bringing her weight to 115. Between all of the fucking, the exercises, and the extremum oatmeal dieting, Elena shed a walloping 75 pounds by the full five week end. She now weighed in at a svelte 112 Irish pound, and looked absolutely amazing. The lilliputian Hawaiian girl was so happy.

Months 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 lots weights anymore because her musculus are now adequately toned. When she goes to the gym now it's only two times a week and she goes for a few hour on the exercising bicycle or the salt mine and then some disgraceful cock fucking by Flash or one of the early trainer, or often a combining of whomever is represent that day in the gym. The number of unlike black prick that Elena has been with has ballooned beyond Flash and his trainers. Sometimes flashgun has particular pitch blackness guests who get to hump her that day and then she never sees them again.

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

This is how she's able to pay for her gym clock time and the past debts that she has accumulated during the duration of the plan. What Elena and every other charwoman who joins the program doesn't know is that there isn't any end to it. The tutelage are so steep that a girl never truly pays it off no subject how a lot sex that she has. Unfortunately, none of them figure it out until they are deeply in debt to it all and in most cases, addicted to it anyway. The alternative payment plans have their pitfalls too. The only if three manner to stop the rhythm and descend out from under Flash's thumb is what he calls dance, Train, or Auction.

dance is self-explanatory. Basically, the young lady ends up stripping for a pre-determined catamenia of clip while still keeping up gym appearance and collection days. The defrayal are accelerated with all of her wage sent directly to the gym, and the average time to complete this option is usually a full year, sometimes more. By that clock time, nigh of the fair sex end up addicted to drugs and end up becoming full fledged strippers the rest of their lifespan. They also fall under the thumb of the guild possessor 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 soften completely free.

The Train option deals are shorter in time but by sheer loudness in black cock. A missy who has a train ran on her suck and fucks tons of ignominious dick in very large gangbang sessions. It's Sir Thomas More than one occurrent, and it's all done within a thirty-day period. So, it's three to five geartrain with an unlimited number of black men in a calendar month's meter. It's payment on steroid hormone, and the daughter who chooses this option is usually finished with the gym and collection visits. They are told that the men are all clean but trueness be told that would adopt money to set up and New York minute isn't bankrolling any STD testing. It's a detached for all with many endangerment and nigh cleaning lady shy away from this option.

The Auction pick is basically the sale of your debt and dead body to another company. That one has the uncertainty of time served and/or overall situation with your new creditors. Elena has been briefed on all of the option and she has decided to stay within her flow platform, the two gym sojourn and the one collecting night. The condition quo is never ending and she'll most likely be beholden to the gym the residuum of her life.

Elena realizes this but she is happy with her set-up so it's a moot distributor point. To do that though, she must also help with recruitment. Once New York minute gets you into shape, you are asked to enrol other white charwoman for gym membership. When it was explained to her, it was presented to her as regulation # 5 : A charwoman ain't complete, unless she spreads the password. Basically, she's expected to bring former whitened 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 pool as of late. Her name is mollie Donovan, a 21-year-old that just started working there only a few calendar week ago. She's a wet-behind-the-ears short girl really, someone that Elena can easily persuade to do anything, given that she has taken her under her annexe. mollie isn't fat or out of shape at all, and she wouldn't need a gym membership anywhere, but she's beautiful and she'll be just what Flash has ordered.

The End