The cab number one wood watched hungrily as the umbrella holding Elena Kane stepped over the puddle at the base of the AMEX on her way from his cab to the entrance of the gym. The old fateful man had been stealing looks at the now reduce and pretty Hawaiian peach the unhurt ride in his rear-view mirror as she sat with her long beautiful legs crossed exposing her upper second joint in the cover tush of his cab. One last look at those legs as they sashayed into the construction was for certain enough to provide some decent spank-bank material during a few future rub and tug sessions for the old contraband man.

Elena wasn't always this fit though. In fact, she was a good 75 pound sign overweight for to the highest degree of her adult life story. The 32-year-old beauty had spent the by year working out at Flash's Fitness Factory, adhering to a strict and unequaled fitness regimen that has allowed her to shake off the British pound systematically and shape 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 person Father-God, the 4'10"short-change girl with the pretty face and gloomy short tomentum was always tragically overweight. At her heaviest, Elena would tip the scale of measurement at 187 pounds which given her light height would make her smell like a dumpy little Ball of physical body. It always was a Major source of Elena's low self-esteem because she truly wasn't really a heavy feeder. The food she ate wasn't the healthiest but it wasn't like she was frequenting the truehearted food drive-thru either.

Elena's weight was also a major job in her three-year failed spousal relationship too. Her now ex-husband Peter used to tantalise her mercilessly and cruelly which culminated the doomed union into divorcement. She was 26 at the time and Hawaii became a place that Elena just didn't want to be anymore. She decided to move to the mainland and ended up in an apartment in downtown Los Angeles, and got a overnice low-altitude job in a secretarial pool.

One day, Elena's new ally from work Sherri Kimbelsen began raving about a unique and successful gym in the Willowbrook area that catered specifically to overweight women, and helped them shed undesirable Irish punt. 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 crew there ? Mostly smuggled 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 effective 25 pounds heavier, and no thing what I did I just couldn't lose that weight. Then I went to Flash Johnson's gym and within week I looked like this."

She put her implements of war out in expulsion 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 trivial odd, but she always would draw attending especially from the knob in oeuvre. She stood at 5'8 ”, 113 lbs. with 34-22-32 measurements, long blonde hair halfway down her binding, and the recollective peg showcased by the case of high hound that she always wore. Sherri was a bombshell, the distinctive Cali smoking hot blonde, and she always dressed that way too, wearing scant 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 :"give up it ! You are a very pretty lady friend. All you've got to do is lose the weight. I'm telling you, go see trice. He'll supporter you out. After a few weeks of his program you won't believe how great you'll look. It's a liveliness changer."

Elena :"wellspring, I DO have a service intermission coming up. I suppose it can't hurt to go check it out."

In an effort to sustain a overbold mental image among their guest, the company that staffed the secretarial pool gave the ladies employed with them a yearly five-week vacation severance. It was a nice benefit that wasn't vulgar with early companies but it did marvel for the char who worked for them. It also stocked their clients with a revolving room access of fresh faces which made a byplay looking at like it employed a lot more multitude than it really had. It made them look successful.

Sherri :"Good idea ! Phoebe weeks of flash lamp 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 tenuous you better take me out to some clubs."

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

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

That conversation was on a Wednesday. The following Sunday break of day and a day into her service break, Elena put on a brace of stew drawers and a loose-fitting sweatshirt and a pair of white snitcher. She decided to go to Willowbrook to check out Flash's gym. Twenty proceedings later after exiting a bus and walking a few stop, she stood in front of Flash's seaworthiness mill. It was a very dingy looking home on the recess of an L-shaped mini strip show shopping mall side by side to a run-down John Barleycorn entrepot. The people on the street walk by her were all black, and standing there in her sweats she sure stuck out like a sore pollex. Finally, she summoned the courage to go inside.

inside, there was a restrained and deserted gym with a few run-in of different practice session automobile 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 marvellous muscular black 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 story from her sneakers echoed off the gym walls, but the big total darkness man never looked up at her from his paper until she was right in front of his desk.

Flash :"Ahh yes. I know exactly who YOU are. My daughter Sherri told me all about your footling lumpy ass."

His part was very curmudgeonly and loudly and it caught Elena off sentry duty. She didn't know that Sherri had already told him about her. She stood there a bit skittish and a trivial embarrassed and didn't say anything.

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

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

Flash :"Well fucking answer me when I ask you a question ! Now let me see, Sherri was right. You DO have a moderately fount. Much prettier than most. Hold on a second… ..."

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

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

Elena tentatively picked up the wearing apparel and walked slowly towards the cabinet room. She wasn't expecting to start any physical exercise 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 locality ? Was this gross man legitimate ? Elena's brain was racing.

Inside the locker elbow room, Elena found an empty locker and then got undressed and began to put on the summercater bra first. Her 34D breasts hardly fit in it and it barely stretched over her large nipples which were operose and predominantly poking through the close pink spandex textile. 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 tail of her boobs stuck out of it a little as well showing ample under tit, and there just wasn't a way to stretch the material completely over them.

The shorts on the other hired hand were a hale early headache. She tried to put them on over her underwear but just couldn't because of the tight fit. She eventually decided to just murder her panty and go commando hoping that the gym well laundered its wear. As she pulled the shorts up to her shank, she felt the fundament of them wedge smashed and bass into her ass crack. She spent a few moment trying to aline the shorts in situation but to no avail.

This guy can't be unplayful, can he ? These matter were way too little. She turned and stared at herself in the mirror and the flab on her arms legs and breadbasket hung out from the smashed getup and looked very unflattering. She started to cry, which she did for the next five minutes. Finally, Elena composed herself and she grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself and walked back out to the gym. She stood at Flash's desk again and when he looked up at her and saw the towel he started laughing.

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

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

ostentation :"girl Kane, it looks like I've got to be blunt. So here it is…the cold heavy facts. YOU are a fat bitch ! My job is to make you NOT a fat bitch ! Everything that you have tried on your own in the past obviously hasn't worked, because you are STILL a fat gripe ! feel at yourself…no thing what you've done to change, you haven't ! That's why you are here ! You wan na continue being a fat bitch ? Then there's the fucking room access ! Get the fuck out and break off wasting my time ! You're at the first crossroad Elena, so, make up your intellect right now !"

Elena was shocked by his bluntness. But as signify as he was, he was rectify. Everything she had tried in the past to help herself lose weighting had failed and failed miserably. She wanted to be slim down. She needed this and she knew it. Maybe this was a crossroads in her life and she needed to spend more clock time thinking on it all but standing in front of this big black and harsh gym trainer she felt blackjack and intimidated.

twinkling :"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 :"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 carry it all personal. The only when way that you're gon na change your life is to remember that your life suction as it is good now. So, it IS personal. Let it cut through to your philia and together we will change by reversal all this damn around ! Now, in the week to come you will do whatever I say, when I say it, and how I say it without any enquiry. I don't have a fuck what I ask you to do, you gon na do it ! Do you sense me ?"

Elena :"Y-yes."

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

She removed the towel and stood there pouring out of the tight pink athletics bra and shorts. instant came around from his desk with a clipboard in his manus and started to take the air slowly around her with a look of discipline across his aspect. The man was immense. He was easily over six feet and his muscle definition made him take care very all-inclusive and imposing. The jersey and shorts he was wearing were tight like another level of skin paste over his dark-mocha colored consistence. The man was an Adonis. He then reached out and put his hand on her left breast which startled her a little.

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

He rolled the mammilla of her breast through the bra between his thumb and fore finger as he spoke. She could find it getting even harder as a rush of electricity flooded through her body ; stimulated from his touch. He then walked behind her and gave her left-hand ass brass a hard smack which not only stung but sent the aforementioned electricity, as well as hurting, shooting stale and fast 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 route when we work on your glutes. On that day we'll do a nice ahh…probe of the whole situation."

What was he even talking about ? Anal tightness ? Elena began to experience a little broken. She stood there watching this colossus black man circle her one-half naked body making hands-on review article of it, touching her in inappropriate property, and scribbling things on his clipboard. It was a piffling bit humiliating and unearthly, but for some strange ground to her it was also erotic which made no mother wit. future, he bent down in movement of her and put his left hired hand in her genitalia area. He dragged his fingerbreadth across her inner thighs and then across the stuff of the shorts against her pubic hummock. The sexual electrical energy again raced through her lineage. He was basically fondling her.

newsflash :"Not bad. A picayune bit thunderous on the second joint, but we can fix all of that. Go stand on that scale over there. We got ta get a rootage weight. And remove those skid. All my trainee bitches work out barefooted."

Elena removed her fink and walked over to the scale and stood on it. The digital numbers above her head read 181 pounds. The bit embarrassed Elena and Mr. Johnson's boisterous and mean wrangle didn't boost her self-esteem either.

instant :"Damn misfire. Kane ! For a very shortsighted char that's a hell of a lot of weight ! For a lady friend your elevation I could make TWO bitches out of all that flab ! I see that we got our work cut out for us. First thing we gon na do today is the motorcycle. Now, it's all set up to the specifications that I want for you. So, go on over and rag that fucking cycle for XXX mo !"

Elena :"You mean…now ?"

Flash :"No…next calendar week. YES, fucking now ! Get your White River ass over there and do the thirty ! You're here to run out and drop off 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 eccentric exercising. Being overweight that was understandable. She had never been yelled at by someone as big as Mr. LBJ. It terrified her. It also turned her on a fiddling to have a big and powerful man forcefully secernate her what to do. In some way it made her feel like someone cared about her, even if he was doing so with knifelike vulgarity.

Flash :"Oh…and Miss. Kane ; that's 30 straight transactions. Don't stop for zilch ! You keep those pedals going non-stop. There's a bell that will border on the wheel that will tell you when you are finished. Until you hear that bell…don't fucking stop !"

Elena got on the bike. The seat of it was a little bit high, and the handlebars were a bit lower making her body lean a lot forward. Mr. Johnson obviously knew of her summit because he had the bike set to her consistency precisely. She could extend to the pedals and everything and aside from the positioning forward and the coarseness of the treadle on her stark feet, 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 min, she could really start to feel the sunburn in her legs, her hips, and some indifference on her digit and arms. The lather started to pour and Elena got into a in effect horseback riding rhythm.

By the twenty-minute mark, she started to chuff and puff. Her ramification were tired and she couldn't feel anything in her arms anymore. Now she was watching the timer silently cheering on the thirty-minute mark to get in waiting for the end. She tried to think of other things. She thought about her Quaker Sherri and wondered how she happened to happen this picky gym. It didn't really weigh how Sherri found the gym she just looked amazing. Always tight beautiful and beaming. If Elena could crop herself to even half the build that Sherri was in, it would be a victory she thought.

The instant ticked down and finally the campana rang on the bicycle. She stopped pedaling and leaned back on the arse. She felt spent as the sweat poured out from every pore on her body. She sat there for a few moment waiting for the touch sensation to return in both her arms 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.

Flash :"Okay Miss. Kane, come on over to the terrace over here and let's see how much weight you can press. We'll start with 5 rep of 25 pounds."

Elena :"repp ?"

blink of an eye :"Yeah motherfucker repp ! We work out here at trice's seaworthiness manufacturing plant ! This ain't like all those other fucking gymnasium, those cookie cutters that have you just run on a treadwheel and shit ! You're gon na travail here misfire. Kane ! We got five week to whip your little butterball ass into material body, and we gon na do it ! You dig ?"

Elena :"How did you hump I had five week off from work ?"

New York minute :"Never fucking idea how I know ! I know everything ! Always assume that I know everything ! I'm a motherfucking God to you and you will do whatever the fuck I say ! Now give me some reps on this here car !"

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 proceedings ago. Flash stood near her head to spot her, and when she looked up, she glimpsed the big bulge emanating from his spandex shorts located almost right there about two feet above her human face. It was impressively declamatory and looked like he had a small-scale creature 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 gaze at it while she pressed the weights up and down. Five rep and done, and her optic never left his bulge.

flash bulb :"Very good. Okay relax, I'm gon na up the weight a piffling 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 closer to Elena's face. Close enough that she could smell the musky smell of it. It wasn't an unpleasant odor, in fact, it was quite a nice and very pungent. Elena stared at it and could see the outline of its length through the spandex material. She could feel herself getting turned on.

New York minute :"Okay we're up to 40 pounds. Give me two band of 5 rep with this weight."

She again started to lift the weighting. It was a little heavier with the extra pounds but she pushed it up and down with relative rest. The totally clip she couldn't keep on her eyes off of the large spandex-clad piece of meat that was hanging in a black spandex hummock just above her face. Again, somehow, she got through it without incident.

Flash :"Very serious misfire. Kane. Okay, on this next set we are gon na test your dexterity and might, as well as your abilities to focus. aught should distract you from finishing your quest. The weight will stay the same but I want three sets of 10. Remember, DO NOT break your concentration."

Elena :"Okay."

Mr. President Johnson walked to the other end of the bench down by her feet. He strapped both of her human foot down at the ankle to each leg of the bench. The bench was a trivial bit blanket than a standard weighting bench, about a respectable thirty inches wide which once her articulatio talocruralis were strapped down her legs were spread open to their maximum. He also fastened a shoulder strap around her waist locking her whole torso to the bench.

Elena :"Why are you doing that ?"

Flash :"Wait…. What the fuck did you just say ? Is that a fucking interrogation ? What did we JUST prove about fucking questions ?"”

Elena :"I…I didn't mean…"

Flash :"SHUT UP ! SHUT THE screwing UP ! You do as I say ! Remember ? There's NO questions here ! Now, get going with those fucking repp ! And don't let out your compactness !"

She again took keep of the bar and steadied to do her reps. She erased the objurgation that she had just gotten from her mind and reset herself emotionally. As she pushed the bar from her bureau up for the initiative sentence, she then felt him touching her with his digit between her peg. ‘ 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 soundbox started to respond to his touch and her vagina started to get wet.

The touch sensation was amazing and very distracting, and making it hard to do her repp, but she defiantly didn't let it cut off what she was doing. Towards the end of the secondly set of 10 reps she arched her back as much as the strap around her waist would allow while Mr. Dr. Johnson dug his fingers into her vagina through her shortstop. He even poked his finger into the cloth of the shorts and into her vagina a good inch or so too. Elena's button was responding to it and driving her crazy, but she didn't break of serve concentration which was pretty impressive. He removed his fingerbreadth from her fork area as she returned the bar back up to the rack.

twinkling :"Very Nice girl. Kane. You're a promptly work. unstrain a few more minutes, I'll be right back."

Elena lay their reddened. Flushed because of her workout and flushed because of the unscheduled fingering that she had just received. It had been a long while since a man touched her in that way. She almost forgotten how great that it felt. For the next five minutes she relaxed and caught her breath and regained her calmness. As her equanimity began to generate, feelings of violation started to sneak into her head. Did this man that she just met under an hour ago seriously just molest her ?

She thought again about her beautiful blond federal agency supporter. Was this how she too had gotten in soma ? A picture of Sherri lying on the weight workbench getting fingered by Mr. Johnson then fabricated into her head and Elena's pussy started to leak again. The view of Sherri's beautiful pegleg tied down to the bench and Mr. Johnson fingering her supporter's puss made her tummy do flip flops too. She couldn't assistant but rub her own pussy through her shorts thinking about her hot Friend going through the Same experience. Before she knew it, Mr. Lyndon Johnson returned with a Weird looking pull in his mighty hand. She pulled her hired hand out from between her legs and hoped that He hadn't seen what she was just doing.

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

Elena :"Okay."

He again stood near her head and reached forward over the bench. This time his package was positioned a few column inch from her face, snug than it was before. He then stepped back and pulled the face of the bench and it rose about a foot gamy from the base with Elena still on it. By doing this, her legs pulled tighter towards the bottom of the workbench because her feet were still tied to the legs of it and her feet bottoms rose from the gym floor. The only portion of her invertebrate foot touching the storey now was her toes.

Mr. Samuel Johnson then made another registration behind her school principal 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 pass hanging off of the face of it. Elena's wide body looked like it was on a rack being stretched and her muscles in her hips legs and torso were expanded. She felt helpless without any way to prompt with everything tied down and dilute except for her arms.

news bulletin :"okey, another two set of 10 reps. Remember to never break density. Nothing should make you stop your reps. And miss Kane…also call up this……rule # 1 : A woman can't breathe if she can't expand."

She had no clue what he was talking about. regulation # 1 ? What did that even mean ? Again, she started to do weight reps with the bar It was a little more hard with her head positioned downhearted than the way it was before. On the fourthly rep, she heard Mr. Lyndon Johnson moving around outside of her eyeshot. He then came into prospect only this time his bulge was completely hanging loose out of his shorts. His prick was immense, a lot bigger than she had imagined it would be. Her eyes got really big and before she could say anything, he took it in his hand and positioned it at her rim. She tried to close her sass but he pushed the drumhead of it past her lips and across her tongue.

Instinctively, she continued to rep the weights up and down while Mr. Dr. Johnson fed his cock deeper into her throat. The fact that she was tied down made it out of the question to locomote away from him. Deeper and abstruse he pushed his black bone into her back talk as she gagged and gasped for air. Her eyes started to urine as well as he fucked her aspect with his tool. She lost enumeration on how many reps she was doing with the weighting bar but she didn't think she should bar until she was told to.

After a well ten hour, she felt his cock start to throb and then a few seconds later she could taste his spermatozoan as it filled her mouth and drizzled down her opened-up throat into her stomach. Between her wooden leg was becoming a drenched mint. Mr. Lyndon Johnson pulled out from her mouthpiece and then helped her position the weight back up on its holders on the auto. She just lay there trying to catch her breath for a few transactions. Her arms felt like jelly and her mouth felt sore and stretched. She still could taste the salty gustatory modality of sperm cell in her mouth which was better tasting than she expected it to be. Then after a few second Mr. Johnson untied her ankles from the bench.

flash :"okey Miss Kane, I've got a impression of what your full-of-the-moon political program is gon na be. You may go change and return key tomorrow at 8am. Don't be late ! We've got a lot to hide !"

He walked back behind his desk putting his now rapidly flaccid sperm dripping penis back into his shorts. Elena stared at him for a few endorsement as he sat there reading his newspaper. She wiped the cum from her lips with the backbone of her hand before silently getting up and heading into the locker elbow room. As she got dressed, she couldn't believe that this man had just basically forced her to flub him. The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. She finished getting dressed and then returned to the gym with a flak inside her belly looking to throw her new ‘ trainer'a bit of her brain. How dare he, she thought. He was gone though. The completely gym was vacant. She knew that he must be around somewhere but where ? After a few Thomas More minutes, she decided to just lead so she forgot about it all and left. On the way home Elena made a accord with herself that she would not return to the gym and that she might even report Mr. Johnson to the police force.

That night she thought long and hard about what had happened. She started to consider about how she allowed Mr. Johnson to fuck her oral cavity 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 leg. She thought about the musky aroma and the touch sensation of his balls as they pushed against her nose and centre as he pushed his cock deep into her pharynx and came hard into her stomach. As she lay there with guilt trip, remorse, and a bit of anger, she was unconsciously rubbing at her kitty again, working her fingers while she lay with her stage splayed panoptic across her bed.

Then her head started to fill with questions again. How could he have taken advantage of her like that ? Maybe this guy was not being straight with her and decided to pull a fast one on a new girl. Did Sherri love about any of this ? Maybe he had no design of helping her get fit. Maybe this was all a big scam. Could she honestly go back there in the sunup ? She wasn't thinking straight. Her eyes started to fill up and before long she fell fast asleep.

The next break of day Elena woke up early, showered and dressed and got on the bus for Willowbrook. Her munition still felt a little sore but her wrath was completely gone and it was replaced with anticipation. It was almost like her night's sleep had erased all of Mr. Johnson's harassment and had replaced it all with workout forwardness. She got to the gym at 7:54am and waited for him to get. He showed up about 12 minutes late and he was carrying a shopping bag.

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

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

flashbulb :"Well that's nice. do on in ! We got to get a few early things straight before we start today."

Elena :"Oh ? There's more ?"

fanfare :"dickhead kick ! We got a whole lot more to do !"

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

New York minute :"Judging by yesterday, it's obvious to me that your little Friend Sherri didn't fill you in on completely everything about this program. You see, she did you no party favor by keeping you in the darkness like this so here it is straight up. The secret to helping tweed woman lose weighting is diet, workout, and well-nigh importantly, sex with black putz. nothing but big black cock and mess of it."

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

Flash :"Miss. Kane, I can see by the look on your boldness that you are conflicted. Once again, I will make you the out. But this is your utmost chance. If you feel that you just can not continue this broadcast then there's the fucking door ! Be gone with you ! Take your opus of shit fat body and get the piece of tail out ! Or…you can stay and we can continue. You have mere seconds to decide."

Elena :"wellspring, no. I really do involve to get into shape. I can't just leave."

flare :"Alrighty then. You are now fully in. Starting today, you will be on a strict diet. The entirely thing you may drink from now on is water and black cum. And I don't care how practically piss you drink, or how very much black cum you swallow. Everything else…including coffee…is out and off terminal point as of right now. And let's face it, there's a lot of protein in black cum too !"

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

trice :"Now, for the meals. You are only allowed to eat twice a day. In the morning for breakfast you may have some rolled oats. 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 white tweed wrappers.

flashing :"Either eat a bowl of burgoo, or eat a fuck burgoo bar ! Either way, that's all you are allowed to eat in the morning before you come here. For dinner party ? Again, the fucking burgoo ! No meat, no vegetable, no fruit, no fucking kale, cypher else ! A few weeks of this diet and the work we will do here, and you will drop off some weight 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 ?"

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

He handed her another sports bra and drawers set with the gym logo on them only this set was yellow. She walked to the storage locker room to convert into them. Once again, the bra was very tight and her big titty were pouring out of it. The shorts though, the shorts were crotchless. It wasn't even a true crotchless span of shorts, the possible action looked like it was ripped candid or maybe had been split assailable by someone else. She tried to don her panties on beneath them but it just wouldn't fit. There wasn't anything that she could do. And asking Mr. President Andrew Johnson about them was a no-no, so she just put them on and returned to the gym.

newsbreak :"Looking good in yellow Miss. Kane. See that mat over there in the corner ? The blue one ? Go over there, and give me three sets of 10 sit-ups and then three sets of 10 push-ups. We are on a clock time schedule so don't piece of ass 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 marvelous and fit, and very muscular like Mr. Johnson. It was a man named Tony Wright. Tony was also a personal flight simulator and he worked for jiffy. His muscles were a minuscule more defined but that was because professionally, Tony also did some body-building.

ostentation :"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 discover their conversation and maybe gain a little more understanding of the whole place.

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

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

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

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

Tony :"Oh son of a bitch Orville would wish that ! okay, will do !"

The two Black men laughed and gamey fived each former. Then they went outside. Elena could see their silhouettes in the big frosted picture window of the gym. She didn't know what they meant but she did realize that they were talking about Sherri. She finished the sit-ups and then started on the push-ups. She could find the air blowing through the hole that was in her fork orbit. It felt upright and cool. As she got close to the end of her terminal set, Mr. President Lyndon Johnson returned to the gym.

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

She followed him over to the exercise bike which had a large black tarp over it covering it completely. He removed the tarp and the start affair that Elena noticed was the headway of a big disgraceful dildo poking out from a muddle in the middle of the bike's seat. The gear connected to the foot lever was extra-large too.

Mr. President Johnson then reached down and pedaled the pedal with his deal a few rotary motion and the dildo slid up and down through the bike tooshie. The dildo was a skillful ten inches and almost all of it came through the seat during one pedal point rotation. Elena was expected to pack almost the unit thing while pedaling a firm calendar method on the bike.

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

Elena :"Y-Yeah."

She took the bottle of lubrication that Mr. Dr. Johnson handed her and splooged a generous amount of it into her handwriting. She figured as long as he was offering, she was going to make this task as promiscuous as possible. She reached down with her lube filled palm and spackled it between her pegleg and generously into her vagina. After wiping her mitt with a towel, Elena climbed up on the bike and positioned her eubstance over the hole in the keister. She moved the foot pedal a fiddling with her go away pes and eased the dildo up about two in into her fountainhead lubed pussy.

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

Flash :"fountainhead, that's how big nigga is too ! Sometimes even bigger ! We got ta candid that box up if we're gon na sharpen pencils in it, if you get my purport ! Now, thirty proceedings non-stop. You know the drill. Don't occlusive 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 comprehend the handlebars. She then started to pedal and the dildo began pumping in and out of her snatch with each rotary motion of the pedals.

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

It took four min but Elena came hard around the dildo going in and out of her. She almost lost her footing on the pedals during her culmination but caught herself. The dildo was reaching section of her womb that cypher ever had before. Without fellow feeling, the wooden-headed black latex rubber dildo opened up her vagina full with both pep pill and power. Elena's heart rolled back in her head and she came hard again.

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

Mr. President Andrew Johnson ignored Elena's intimate yell. He just sat there at his desk reading his newspaper while she rode the bike and had her kitty-cat gaped capable by the dildo. The thirty minutes final came to a finis and the bell rang signifying her to stop which she did. She came four sum metre during the unit workout. Elena's legs were extremely feeble but she managed to wax off of the motorcycle and then walk bowlegged over to Mr. Johnson's desk. He looked up at her and smiled.

Flash :"Alright Miss. Kane, back over to the weighting terrace. Now we are gon na do some 25-pound scrunch rhytidectomy. Basically, you will stand over the bench and hold the weights behind your forefront and push it up and down. open me 5 of them right now."

The wear and sexually flushed Elena stood over the bench and positioned the bar behind her neck opening then did five perfect shit lifts. Each fourth dimension she squatted down, the ripped stuff of her shortstop between her legs would flesh out out and her fully gaping vagina poked out and was visible to anyone who could see it. The air conditioning blew up her twat and sent a cool shiver up her spine.

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

She rested a few then got back into location and was told to do the next 10 set. On the second push up, she felt Mr. President Andrew Johnson's finger probing between her legs again. This time he was able to enter one deeper into her which he did. As she moved her consistence up and down with the weights Mr. Lyndon Johnson finger fucked her kitty in and out.

instant :"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."

instant :"I bet you can't wait to stimulate a REAL disgraceful rooster up inside your pussy huh ? I bet you'd dearest that !"

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

Elena :"Y-Yes ! I do ! I'd have it off a lightlessness cock inside my pussy !"

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

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

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

She watched on with her hands on her waist flushed from the squat nip and tuck but also from the work that Mr. President Lyndon Johnson did with his fingerbreadth in her vagina. It was an odd flavor to be both blown up from physical sweat and sexually charged up at the Lapp prison term. It made her ancestry pump faster than she ever felt it through her heart.

Elena watched on as Mr. Samuel Johnson repositioned the bench in the weight sphere. The scrunch up thrusts 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 of meat bringing the full weight on the bar to 55 pounds.

She then watched as he pulled his jersey and then his shorts off. Mr. President Lyndon Johnson now stood there completely naked in straw man of Elena. His peter looked rock hard and it was pointing a good ten inches from his balls out straight in the direction of her.

Flash :"missy. Kane, I'm gon na lie down two-dimensional on the bench and you are gon na straddle my trunk and squat under the weight bar. As soon as I get inside your pussy, I want you to do your weightiness squats up and down. Understood ?"

Elena :"Yes."

wink :"And Miss. Kane, linguistic rule # 2 : A char can't wage hike to the occasion if she hasn't been down first."

Mr. Lyndon Johnson then lay down on the mat. Elena put both her legs around his consistence and then took the weight onto her neck. It was much heavier and she strained a small to hold it in place and to gain her basis. Everything was measure correctly and adjusted to Elena's belittled stature and for the task she was about to do. She squatted down and held her position right above Mr. President Lyndon Johnson's crotch area. She then felt him rubbing his cock against her dripping wet pussy back talk and after a few seconds he pushed the head of it into her. She let out a loud moan.

Elena :"OHHHHH ! ! ! ! !"

It felt so serious to have 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 minute of arc before he came every time that they had sex. Mr. Johnson's rooster far ceded her ex in both length and cinch. She felt full-of-the-moon and stretched from the dildo fucking earlier, and now Mr. Johnson was pumping her open again with his heavy black cock. He worked it in a little deeper while Elena squatted there holding the 55 Egyptian pound above her body.

Once thing were all set and copacetic, he gave her the go ahead to begin her driving force. Up and down she started to press the weight, and in and out Mr. Johnson's big black prick went into her pussy. Elena's knees started to shake a minuscule and she repositioned her plain feet flat on the floor which made Mr. Johnson's hammer invade deeper into her womb.

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

The speech sound of pulp slapping against physical body, weights clanging and banging, and Elena's battle cry of pleasure echoed throughout the vacant gymnasium. Mr. Johnson had his arms spread out, ready to spot any mistakes with the weightiness. Women in the yesteryear had been so overcome with pleasure that they had given out and he learned the hard way to not commit them during this exercise.

Up and down Elena continued. Again, she lost count on her stab and most definitely did more of them than was required. She came hard a few multiplication but never lost her concentration on the weight. Not long after that, Mr. President Johnson grabbed her hips and pulled her completed down onto his shaft and he shot a declamatory freight of black cum deep up into twat which stopped the push and made both of them scream out in pleasure.

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

photoflash :"We are finished for the day Miss. Kane. semen back tomorrow at 8am, and think of, keep to the dieting. One more thing ; tonight, do some skimming. Remove everything from your ramification, forearms, underarms, and of course, shave your kitty area completely. I don't want to see any hair on your eubstance anymore except for your psyche. Understood ?"

Elena :"Yes Mr. Johnson."

flash bulb :"Good ! Now get the fuck out ! See ya tomorrow."

She got up, got dressed and quickly left. She felt the suntan one would feel from a good workout again. As she sat there on the bus for home base, there was an older shameful man sitting across from her who stared at her the intact time. It was like she had ‘ black cock fornicatress'stenciled across her frontal bone, like he knew what she'd been doing all day. She went home, ate, and then ran the water supply in the tub. She then shaved her organic structure in all the places that Mr. President Andrew Johnson instructed her to. The hardest was the pig just above her ass snap but with the help of a mirror she got it done. That night she slept well.

The following day, day three of the computer programme, Elena arrived at the gym and went inside. She didn't see Mr. LBJ yet so she just stood there in forepart of his desk almost at attention waiting for him to hail from wherever he had gone. Then she heard a thrill and deduced that he was in the bathroom. He walked out from the bathroom adjusting his shorts. When he saw Elena, he pulled his cock from them and flow it out balls and all exposed.

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

Without hesitation, Elena walked over to Mr. Johnson and got down on her knee. She took his shaft in her aright hand and lifted it up and then popped it into her mouth and began to lactate on it. From behind her, she heard the gym threshold spread again and then get word some stride. It was Orville Jefferson, another one of Mr. Lyndon Baines Johnson's men. Orville was tall and thin and had blotchy skin especially on his face. He wasn't ugly, but it was clear that he had a skin trouble. Mr. Johnson looked up when he heard him.

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

OJ :"You know how it is !"

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

OJ :"Yeah man ! We stretched that whitened beef out pretty good ! She a fucking lusus naturae ! Licking our asses and everything ! I never had no mother fucking woman lap up my ass before !"

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

Elena listened attentively from her knees in front of them while she continued to take up on Mr. Johnson's putz. 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 black men fuck her. Their colored contraband pelt as they pumped their inkiness hammer in and out of her friend's onyx marble skin color, it must experience been a sight to behold.

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

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

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

Elena watched from the street corner of her eye as Orville pulled his cock out from his pant. It was another large behemoth and the skin of it was blotched just like the residuum of him was.

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

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

OJ :"Oh shit ! Is this squawk a junky too ?"

newsbreak :"Well, we haven't figured that whoreson out yet. She only been here a pair of days and she's done expert so far. Was gon na have her do some more weights but, we could get it on her right now if you want ?"

Elena's oculus widened. These two guy were gon na fuck her today. Her kitty started to water again at the cerebration of being in a threesome. She was now gon na get firsthand report of what had happened to Sherri a few nights ago. She didn't know whether to be afraid or to be excited, and trueness be told, it was a tossup on both.

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

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

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

Flash :"Very dainty 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 mats on her knees between them both and recommenced with the earlier cock sucking, making sure to rotate her mouth from peter to cock. They did that for a piece before Mr. Johnson lay down on the mat and Elena crawled between his legs and continued blowing him. She was now on all fours and Orville got behind her and fed his ten-inches into her pussy.

Elena :"Oh yeah ! ass my slit !"

Orville did just that, pounding her pussy from behind as she blew Mr. President Johnson. They fucked her for a good hr in different positions, with both men filling her mouth and slit with voluminous amounts of black cum. Orville was the first to nut in her mouth which tasted very sweet to Elena. When they finished, she was left a sticky deal 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 Johnson was standing over by his desk.

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

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

wink :"commodity. On your way plate, I'm gon na need you to go to a drug store and buy yourself an clyster 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 trusted that you are completely plum back there every single day before entering this gym. Understand ?"

Elena :"Yes."

Flash :"trade good ! Now give me four Seth 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 apothecary's shop that had changed its name to Gary's Drugs, but you could still see the old faded Rix sign up on the top of the building. She asked for and bought a top of the tune reusable enema kit. It cost her $ 30. She went home ate, showered, then used the clyster kit to level her asshole out. Even though she had always been overweight Elena only defecated once every three days so it wasn't a big problem especially with her new diet.

The side by side aurora was day four. Mr. Johnson made her do some more weight-lift hardening, some more push-ups, sit-ups, and some more squat lifts. She worked out a good four hours but she didn't get any black peter or even a Shirley Temple dildo. On day five it was some more of the Saami. At the beginning of day six Mr. Dr. Johnson outlawed clothing.

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

At this point null that Mr. Johnson asked Elena to do she call into question. She quickly went to the storage 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 smutty men sitting around the weights region. This was a start and Elena felt immediately self-conscious. Her instinct was to cover herself up with her arms but she quickly removed them knowing that doing so would get her scream at.

Curtis :"darn mon ! look at them phat bosom on dis beetch !"

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

They were both very intimidating looking. The short man was about 5'9 ”, and he had dreadlocks and looked like and sounded like he was Jamaican. His slurred gruff beard was scary and the merely thing that he was wearing was a long gold chain around his cervix. He was sitting on a weight work bench and his lengthy across-the-board dark putz was hanging down like the clapper from a church Alexander Melville Bell. His figure was Curtis Struthers. His cock was the extensive penis that Elena had ever seen. It looked like a large burnt kielbasa sausage balloon hanging over the meat counter of a deli.

The former man was another guy well over six human foot like Mr. Johnson. His gens was dent Anvayney. His gens rhymed perfectly with the nickname they all gave him ‘ midst N'Veiny'because of the ten-inch very thick cock with sound out vena when it was hard that he had hanging between his articulatio genus. ding's dark Negroid cutis only made it that more intimidating. They were two Thomas More employees of Mr. Samuel Johnson's gym, both license gymnastic trainers.

Flash :"Hey Miss Kane, I'd like to innovate you to ding and Curtis. They're gon na be share of your workout today."

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

Flash :"See today we all gon na dampen 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 story. Now she was being expected to learn three black cocks up there. Three very large black cocks. She didn't dare show her displeasure though. She just swallowed her fears and went with it.

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

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

newsflash :"Nope ! You're gon na ride the dildo bike for XXX minutes. We got ta capable that ass and get you loosened up. After that, you'll come over to the bench. It's already set up. Basically, you gon na get in the doggie over that pad there. The curlicue bar has the weight set up on the former face. The exclusively didactics I got is don't start the curls until we get in. Then continue the roll without stopping. We gon na work both the glute muscles and the arms during this exercise. Rule # 3 : A woman ain't conciliatory, if she's too compressed. translate ?"

Elena :"Yes. I understand."

Curtis :"Yeah beetch, infer ? you gon na feel da burn in more ways than be just one !"

The three of them started laughing. Elena ignored the laugh and got herself ready to ride the dildo bike anally. She spackled her SOB with lubricator and then climbed up on the bike and positioned her ass on the derriere. She slowly worked the pedals to strike the dildo upward and back trying to get it in. It took a good three bit, but she finally got the head of it past her O-ring.

Elena :"Ohhhhhh God ! Wow that hurts !"

She then worked the pedal back and forth some more trying to get the lubricating substance to overstretch it in deeper and make things more comfortable. Her ass would always fight 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 wheel and began pedaling. The India rubber cock went bass into her ass and back out with speed causing her to rise up from the can 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 ! screwing !"

As she worked the pedals on the bike, she glanced over at the three men who were sitting around watching her and jerking off. At the ten-minute print her asshole was better acclimated and the fucking began to feel very good causing her kitty-cat to water profusely again. It was like the dildo was sawing her in one-half between her legs, pushing her anal tooth decay open wider and wider with each thrust up.

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

At the twenty-minute mark the dildo was in a unspoiled six column inch deep. Elena was enjoying her ass fucking and couldn't hold to sense warm bouncy penis in her ass. She squealed and squirmed and screamed riding the bike faster and making the men harder than John Rock. Finally, the bell rang on the bike signifying the end of the ride.

Curtis popped up from his buttocks and picked Elena up off of the cycle like she was a feathering and then carried her over to the weight workbench. On the judiciary, Elena positioned her knees apart so that her legs were opened extensive and set her elbows up on the pad and hooked her finger around the weight bar.

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

Elena :"I understand."

nick straddled the bench behind her while Flash worked some more lube generously between Elena's tush nerve. The lubrication gel was very cooling and it felt unspoilt. Flash's fingers felt well as well as he rubbed it as cryptic into her asshole as he could get it. He also brushed his finger across her wet snatch a few multiplication as well.

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

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

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

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

She opened her mouth and tried with limited success to stretch her lips over the psyche of it. Curtis'dick was only semi-hard and it was too big for her mouth, how in the hell was he gon na get it into her bastard ? She could feel her jaw spreading wider as he pried undefendable her mouth with each thrust of his cock. It was finally into her mouth at to the lowest degree two in and she could feel it poking at the backbone of her mouth. While her aid were diverted by the out of the question aspect fucking that she was getting, dent had a full four in of his own pecker pushing in and out of her tight asshole.

Nick :"Damn this ass is still tight ! That fucking cycle didn't open up dogshit ! Not gon na be long before I have to nut !"

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

Curtis pulled from her rima oris and Elena refocused herself to the cock going in and out of her ass. It felt great. She steadied her hands on the weighting bar and started to do her curls while Nick fucked away at her ass. It truly was a mass. Elena could feel the burn mark from the weighting in her biceps and her shoulders, as well as the pressure from snick's hot cock as it probed deeper and deeper into her anus.

Little Phoebe bit like that before William Curtis finally pulled out and shot a chummy sticky encumbrance up Elena's back. It was the firstly time a man had shot his sperm on her back and it felt very warm but messy. Nick put it back in her ass for a couple of More ticker before moving away. The unit time Elena never stopped curling the system of weights. Flash was side by side to fuck her asshole. Which he did for the next seven minutes or so before pulling out and tagging off to Curtis. Elena's heart started to beat faster and she got understandably flighty knowing that William Curtis was taking his turn next.

Curtis began feeding his wide freak in and it felt like soul was trying to split her organic structure undefendable with a drainpipe pipe from under a cesspit. She'd already been opened up by a bike dildo, and then two cocks that were well lubed, and Curtis was now making it feel like it was all beginning again. Each jab in pried her motherfucker paries farther apart.

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

He gaped her ass unfastened for the next ten bit before finally flooding his burden into her anus. Then it was notch's turn again. Each man took three turns total, all the spell Elena continued doing curlicue with the weights. Finally, after they all were finished wink told her to finish the whorl. 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 least the fright of getting fucked in the ass were now over. And truth be told, she rather liked have a large stopcock deep up in her bunghole. It was only 10:30am though which was still early, something that Mr. Johnson realized as well.

flare :"Miss Kane, I'm gon na have ya another ten minutes to repose, but your day today isn't over by a long shot. I've decided that since it's still early, the three of us are gon na fuck you for a while in all of your holes. You're up for that right ?"

Another surprisal. 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 three-base hit teamed, another start for the fairly slight Hawaiian. She defied her exhaustion and met his question with fake eagerness.

Elena :"surely ! Whatever you say."

They sat around for another ten bit before Elena was told to join them on the mats. photoflash lay down and told her to transfix her snatch on his turncock, which she did, and then Curtis got his across-the-board dagger back into her SOB. gouge stuck his rooster into her sass and they triple teamed her for the next hour and a half, switching situation when necessary.

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

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

newsflash :"There you go drop Kane. You've already lost 15 Irish punt. I can actually get going to see that you've lost some weight too."

Elena looked in one of the uncut mirrors. He was right. Her body was starting to look a little to a lesser extent fat. There was a big smile on her face. She couldn't wait to get started on the day's workout. The sec workweek consisted of more fucking and more system of weights. They did the triple penetration day once again, this fourth dimension with Flash, OJ, and nick Anvayney.

On day fourteen she began the day on the weighing machine and her system of weights was now down to 143. She'd lost another 23 pounding and she turned and jumped into newsflash's arms and hug and kissed him on the cheek when she saw the totals.

Flash :"Alright Miss. Kane ! It's obvious that you are happy with your results. As you can see, in only 14 twenty-four hours of my program, you have lost a bonk 38 Irish punt. Are you ready to lease it up another notch ?"

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

Flash :"That's what I want to pick up ! Starting tomorrow we're gon na double your weights, solidifying, and time limits. We're gon na build those muscular tissue and do away with the remainder of that fat until you are leaning and beautiful ! But that's tomorrow ! Today…today…Rule # 4 : A woman ain't truly fulfilled, unless she's sharing with many others."

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

Flash :"Yes, today me and my boy are gon na turn that little ass out. We're gon na unfold up all of them little Elwyn Brooks White holes. With our cocks we're gon na pound sterling and tender your torso and plain those unregenerate fat cellular phone out of you ! We also gon na show it all for posterity."

Mr. Lyndon Baines Johnson pointed at the two corners of the gym where the matte were set up and there was a stationary camera in each set up near the ceiling. Standing in the street corner was also a short skinny black woman named Tammie who was holding a hand held camera. It was explained to Elena that she was going to photographic film a porno series called Hawaiian delight and that they were going to betray the tapeline to an adult website which would help pay for her gym membership fees. At this point Elena didn't care. Her heart and soul was racing with anticipation of having sex with five black men in one session.

flashing :"okeh then. Here's how everything's gon na go. First you are gon na get on your articulatio genus right on the white tape recording in the center."

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

photoflash :"We will then record fifteen minutes of revolve cock sucking. After that, you will get on all Little Joe and you will suck and be fucked until I say so. There will be a shaft in your backtalk and pussy at all times. side by side, we'll do the same thing for a piece but in missioner. Next, back on all fours and we'll takings turn of events gaping that ass. In the succeeding stage, all three yap will be fucked at once. The final conniption we're gon na all nut in your face."

TW :"Gon na paint that mofo ! Gon na glue ya middle shut beef ! Ya get a line dat ?"

Elena ignored TW's twit and walked swiftly over to the mat and got down on her knees in the mall of it. All five men then surrounded her in a circle with their semi-hard black member dangling in front end of her face. For the side by side 15 minutes she rotated her brim, tongue, fingers and palm over all five fatal cocks and testis feverishly, trying desperately to make them cum but to no avail. During this whole successiveness, Elena's pussy was poked and prodded with numerous unlike total darkness fingerbreadth which made it sopping wet.

Flash :"Okay kick get on all fours ! We about to wreck that puss now."

Elena wiped away the supernumerary saliva from her typeface and then got on all quadruplet between all of the men. Only a few weeks ago the pudgy Hawaiian little girl was at maximum weight and sexually frustrated. Now she was 38 lbs. lighter and overwhelmed daily by sex with black cocks. The five men took turns the side by side three hr splitting Elena's pussy heart-to-heart with their large black meat hammers. They also stretched her throat open, filling her belly with rafts of black cum. Elena herself came numerous times as the five inglorious men fucked her pussy into the submissions of ecstasy.

After three hr of pussy pounding and mouth fucking, they gave those holes a balance and focused on Elena's 3rd input signal. She was again positioned on all fours and for the next hour and a half her ass was gaped open by all five pitch-dark putz, each one dumping a load of cum deep into her anus at least once. Elena could feel them entering the mysterious office of her anal canal, stretching her rectum wider and wider. The noises from the cameras zooming in and out were more shop at during these parts of the taping.

Finally, it was meter to triple team all of Elena's holes and they basically took turns doing that the rest of the day. Elena felt so loose but constantly broad 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 pass and that night she slept deeper than she ever had in her lifetime.

Over the next few weeks the 24-hour interval blended together, and Elena's physical exertion got more forcible. She could find her trunk toning up and her peel getting besotted around her bones. Looking in the mirror, she now wasn't capable to see any extra flab on her arms and legs and especially around her middle. It was all evaporating quickly. By week's end Elena's weight was down to 120 Ezra Loomis Pound losing another twenty-three. week three was more than of the same with Elena doing all of the anterior exercises at least twice more and on weight day she had lost another five lbf. bringing her weight to 115. Between all of the piece of tail, the practice session, and the extreme oatmeal diet, Elena shed a whopping 75 pounding by the full-of-the-moon five calendar week end. She now weighed in at a svelte 112 Lebanese pound, and looked absolutely amazing. The tiny Hawaiian girl was so happy.

Months later, Elena still keeps to the programme. Now-a-days her workouts aren't as extreme and her diet is not as strict. She doesn't lift much weight unit anymore because her muscles are now adequately toned. When she goes to the gym now it's only two times a week and she goes for a few minutes on the exercise bike or the treadmill and then some black cock screwing by Flash or one of the other trainer, or often a compounding of whomever is represent that day in the gym. The number of different dark dick that Elena has been with has ballooned beyond flash and his flight simulator. Sometimes Flash has special disgraceful Edgar Albert Guest 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 flight simulator Kerrel Lawrence. K-Dawg bone Elena in all of her holes and whomever he brings with him Elena must make love them too. This is called collection, and on collecting day she must execute whatever sex act ( s ) that K-Dawg petition of her. Elena has grown to love the attention and looks forward to Thursday nights the most.

This is how she's capable to pay for her gym time and the yesteryear debts that she has accumulated during the continuance of the program. What Elena and every former woman who joins the program doesn't know is that there isn't any end to it. The boot are so steep that a female child never truly pays it off no issue how practically 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 option payment design have their booby trap too. The only when three slipway to stop the cycle and come out from under wink's thumb is what he calls terpsichore, wagon train, or Auction.

Dancing is self-explanatory. Basically, the girl ends up stripping for a pre-determined menses of time while still keeping up gym coming into court and collection solar day. The defrayal are accelerated with all of her remuneration sent directly to the gym, and the norm clock time to complete this option is usually a to the full year, sometimes more. By that time, almost of the women end up addicted to drugs and end up becoming total fledged strippers the sleep of their lives. They also fall under the thumb of the cabaret owner so it's like going from the frying pan into the fire with this option. Only the wiser fille who stay clean come out of the other side of meat and break completely free.

The power train selection mint are shorter in meter but by sheer loudness in black cock. A girl who has a train ran on her suck and fucks short ton of black dick in very large gangbang academic term. It's More than one occurrence, and it's all done within a thirty-day period. So, it's three to five trains with an straight-out phone number of black men in a calendar month's sentence. It's payment on steroids, and the fille who chooses this choice is usually finished with the gym and solicitation visits. They are told that the men are all clean but truth be told that would require money to set up and flare isn't bankrolling any STD testing. It's a free people for all with many risks and about char shy away from this option.

The vendue option is basically the sale of your debt and body to another party. That one has the doubt of time served and/or overall office with your new creditors. Elena has been briefed on all of the alternatives and she has decided to rest within her current program, the two gym sojourn and the one compendium 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 happy with her set-up so it's a moot point. To do that though, she must also help with recruitment. Once blink of an eye gets you into shape, you are asked to recruit early Theodore Harold White women for gym rank. When it was explained to her, it was presented to her as formula # 5 : A womanhood ain't complete, unless she spreads the Holy Scripture. Basically, she's expected to bring other White person womanhood into the program 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 molly Donovan, a 21-year-old that just started working there only a few weeks ago. She's a wet-behind-the-ears little young lady really, someone that Elena can easily sway to do anything, given that she has taken her under her wing. Molly isn't fat or out of shape at all, and she wouldn't need a gym rank anywhere, but she's beautiful and she'll be just what ostentation has ordered.

The End