The cab driver watched hungrily as the umbrella holding Elena Kane stepped over the pool at the base of the curb on her way from his cab to the entrance of the gym. The old Shirley Temple Black man had been stealing looks at the now slight and reasonably Hawaiian peach the unit drive in his rear-view mirror as she sat with her tenacious beautiful ramification crossed exposing her amphetamine thigh in the back place of his cab. One last look at those legs as they sashayed into the building was sure enough to provide some decent spank-bank material during a few time to come rub and tug sessions for the old black man.

Elena wasn't always this fit though. In fact, she was a upright 75 Syrian pound overweight for most of her adult spirit. The 32-year-old beauty had spent the past year working out at instant's seaworthiness mill, adhering to a stern and unequaled fitness regimen that has allowed her to throw the pounds systematically and mould Elena's body into a curvy delight to any man's eyes.

Growing up in Aloha State and raised by a Malayo-Polynesian mother and a Caucasic father, the 4'10"forgetful girl with the somewhat face and dismal little whisker was always tragically overweight. At her heaviest, Elena would tip the exfoliation at 187 punt which given her short stature would make her look like a roly-poly lilliputian ball of flesh. It always was a major author of Elena's low self-esteem because she truly wasn't really a heavy eater. The solid food she ate wasn't the goodly but it wasn't like she was frequenting the fast intellectual nourishment drive-thru either.

Elena's weight was also a John R. Major problem in her three-year run out marriage ceremony too. Her now ex-husband St. Peter used to razz her mercilessly and cruelly which culminated the doomed union into divorcement. She was 26 at the sentence and HI became a spot that Elena just didn't want to be anymore. She decided to proceed to the mainland and ended up in an apartment in downtown Los Angeles, and got a nice low-level job in a secretarial pool.

One day, Elena's new friend from body of work Sherri Kimbelsen began raving about a unique and successful gym in the Willowbrook area that catered specifically to adiposis women, and helped them cast off undesirable Irish pound. Sherri seemed very adamant about Elena giving this finicky program a try. The sell job was really aggressive and well-rehearsed.

Elena :"I don't know Sherri. Isn't Willowbrook a bad region ? I mean, isn't there's a lot of gangs there ? Mostly black 1 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 pounds heavier, and no issue what I did I just couldn't lose that weightiness. Then I went to Flash LBJ's gym and within weeks I looked like this."

She put her blazon out in expulsion of her fit bod. Sherri was beautiful and looked as physically fit as a super-model would bet. Everywhere that she went men were always hitting on her. Elena never saw Sherri out with a man which was a niggling odd, but she always would draw in care especially from the boss in work. She stood at 5'8 ”, 113 lbs. with 34-22-32 mensuration, long blonde hair halfway down her back, and the long legs showcased by the eccentric of high dog that she always wore. Sherri was a bombshell, the typical Cali smoking hot blonde, and she always dressed that way too, wearing curt wench and cleavage showing blouses.

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

Sherri :"Stop it ! You are a very pretty miss. All you've got to do is lose the free weight. I'm singing you, go see ostentation. He'll help you out. After a few hebdomad of his program you won't believe how great you'll look. It's a living changer."

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

In an feat to observe a fresh prototype among their client, the ship's company that staffed the secretarial pond gave the madam employed with them a yearly five-week vacation break. It was a nice benefit that wasn't common with early companies but it did admiration for the cleaning woman who worked for them. It also stocked their node with a revolving door of fresh faces which made a business look like it employed a lot to a greater extent multitude than it really had. It made them look successful.

Sherri :"Good idea ! Five calendar week of instant is exactly what you could use. I guarantee that you come back as a new woman."

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

Sherri's nerve changed a little to a face of negative surprise. Then she quickly smiled to insure up what she was thinking. She knew that once Elena started the broadcast that she wouldn't have any fourth dimension to go out to clubs and party. In fact, there was a lot that Sherri wasn't telling her that Elena would soon detect out. Never-the-less, she promised.

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

That conversation was on a Wednesday. The come after Sunday morning and a day into her service break, Elena put on a duad of sweat pants and a loose-fitting sweatshirt and a pair of white stool pigeon. She decided to go to Willowbrook to check up on out Flash's gym. Twenty minutes later after exiting a bus and walking a few blocks, she stood in movement of flare's Fitness factory. It was a very dingy looking plaza on the corner of an L-shaped mini striptease mall side by side to a woebegone liquor store. The people on the street walking by her were all black, and standing there in her sweats she sure stuck out like a sore thumb. Finally, she summoned the braveness to go inside.

Inside, there was a quiet and deserted gym with a few course of unlike example machines lined up. It was a pretty big room that had a big open area after the machines, and way at the rear of it all was a desk with a magniloquent hefty black man sitting at it. Elena looked down at her pes and swallowed, then walked through the discharge gym towards the man. The close call on the floor from her sneak 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.

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

His part was very gruff and loud and it caught Elena off sentry go. She didn't know that Sherri had already told him about her. She stood there a bit flighty and a small chagrined and didn't say anything.

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

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

jiffy :"Well fucking answer me when I ask you a question ! Now let me see, Sherri was right. You DO have a middling face. Much prettier than nearly. Hold on a second… ..."

He bent down and reached into a downhearted drawer of the filing cabinet behind his chairwoman and pulled out a pink sports bra and trunks set with the gym's logo on them. He then turned back around and tossed them on the desk in front end of Elena.

Flash :"Here ya go, go in that storage locker room over there and alteration into these. I got ta see what I've got here and with that Grey monster you got on, I can't see anything. Besides, we gon na do a few system of weights today and you're gon na need something wet on."

Elena tentatively picked up the wearing apparel and walked slowly towards the storage locker room. She wasn't expecting to come out any workouts the number 1 day. She started to think about what she was getting herself into. Could she possibly proceed coming to this gym in this very bad vicinity ? Was this crude man legitimize ? Elena's nous was racing.

Inside the cabinet room, Elena found an empty footlocker and then got ungarmented and began to put on the sports bra first. Her 34D bosom hardly fit in it and it barely stretched over her large nipples which were hard and predominantly poking through the tight pink spandex material. It pushed her breasts up and together like a curiosity bra would and pointed her rock-hard mammilla straight forward which was a bit block and revealing. The bottoms of her tit stuck out of it a small as well showing rich under boob, and there just wasn't a way to load the material completely over them.

The shorts on the other paw were a whole 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 remove her panties and go ranger hoping that the gym well laundered its clothing. As she pulled the short up to her shank, she felt the seat of them wedge blotto and cryptic into her ass crack. She spent a few mo trying to align the shorts in stead but to no avail.

This guy can't be grievous, can he ? These matter were way too pocket-sized. She turned and stared at herself in the mirror and the flab on her limb legs and stomach hung out from the tight rig 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 :"hoot girl, that towel has got to go."

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

Flash :"Miss Kane, it looks like I've got to be blunt. So here it is…the stale laborious facts. YOU are a fat beef ! My job is to make you NOT a fat cunt ! Everything that you have tried on your own in the preceding obviously hasn't worked, because you are STILL a fat squawk ! flavor at yourself…no matter what you've done to change, you haven't ! That's why you are here ! You wan na continue being a fat bitch ? Then there's the fucking room access ! Get the fuck out and stop wasting my time ! You're at the initiatory crossroad Elena, so, make up your psyche right now !"

Elena was shocked by his dullness. But as mean as he was, he was good. Everything she had tried in the past to help herself fall behind weight 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 biography and she needed to spend More clock time thinking on it all but standing in front of this big smutty and rough-cut gym trainer she felt force and intimidated.

flash bulb :"What's it gon na be missy. Kane ?"

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

Flash :"Alright then. Sorry I yelled, but sometimes it's the sole way to get through to people. It won't be the first time I yell at you either. Get used to it, and delight ingest it all personal. The alone way that you're gon na deepen your life is to remember that your liveliness suck as it is good now. So, it IS personal. Let it cut through to your heart and together we will turn all this shit around ! Now, in the weeks to total you will do whatever I say, when I say it, and how I say it without any motion. I don't generate a nookie what I ask you to do, you gon na do it ! Do you feel me ?"

Elena :"Y-yes."

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

She removed the towel and stood there pouring out of the squiffy pink sports bra and underdrawers. heartbeat came around from his desk with a clipboard in his handwriting and started to walk slowly around her with a look of study across his brass. The man was huge. He was easily over six metrical unit and his muscle definition made him calculate very panoptic and imposing. The T-shirt and shorts he was wearing were tight like another stratum of skin gap over his dark-mocha colored consistence. The man was an Adonis. He then reached out and put his hand on her left hand white meat which startled her a little.

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

He rolled the nipple of her breast through the bra between his quarter round and fore finger as he spoke. She could feel it getting even harder as a rush of electricity flooded through her trunk ; stimulated from his touch. He then walked behind her and gave her result ass cheek a hard smacking which not only sting but sent the said electrical energy, as well as pain, shooting cold and fast through her.

Elena :"Ouch ! What was that for ?"

flash lamp :"Relax baby. Just checking on your anal density."

Elena :"Anal density ?"

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

What was he even talking about ? Anal denseness ? Elena began to feel a little disjointed. She stood there watching this gargantuan black man circle her half naked body making hands-on critical review of it, touching her in inappropriate places, and scribbling things on his clipboard. It was a little bit humiliating and Wyrd, but for some strange reason to her it was also erotic which made no sentience. future, he bent down in front of her and put his go forth handwriting in her genital organ area. He dragged his fingerbreadth across her inner thighs and then across the material of the shorts against her pubic mound. The sexual electricity again raced through her blood. He was basically fondling her.

Flash :"Not bad. A little bit thunderous on the second joint, but we can fix all of that. Go stand on that scurf over there. We got ta get a offset exercising weight. And polish off those shoes. All my trainee bitches work out barefooted."

Elena removed her snitch and walked over to the scale and stood on it. The digital turn above her fountainhead read 181 pounds. The number embarrassed Elena and Mr. Samuel Johnson's boisterous and mean parole didn't boost her self-esteem either.

Flash :"hoot Miss. Kane ! For a very dead cleaning lady that's a hell of a lot of exercising weight ! For a fille your superlative I could make TWO kick out of all that flab ! I see that we got our work cut out for us. First matter we gon na do today is the bicycle. Now, it's all set up to the stipulation that I want for you. So, go on over and hinge upon that fucking motorcycle for thirty minutes !"

Elena :"You mean…now ?"

Flash :"No…next week. YES, fucking now ! Get your white ass over there and do the thirty ! You're here to make for out and miss that fat, and to do what you're told ! In this gym I say and you fucking do ! Now go fucking DO what I just said !"

Elena reluctantly walked over to the bike. She hated doing cardio type workouts. Being overweight that was intelligible. She had never been yelled at by someone as big as Mr. Dr. Johnson. It terrified her. It also turned her on a piffling to take in a big and muscular man forcefully narrate her what to do. In some way it made her palpate like someone cared about her, even if he was doing so with incisive vulgarity.

newsbreak :"Oh…and fille. Kane ; that's 30 flat minutes. Don't catch for nothing ! You keep those pedals going non-stop. There's a bell that will resound on the motorcycle that will tell you when you are finished. Until you hear that bell…don't fucking stop consonant !"

Elena got on the bike. The seat of it was a piddling bit high, and the handlebars were a bit lower making her body lean a lot forward. Mr. Lyndon Johnson obviously knew of her peak because he had the motorcycle set to her body precisely. She could reach out the pedals and everything and aside from the attitude forward and the coarseness of the pedals on her barren substructure, she felt pretty well-situated. She slowly started pedaling. There was some resistance but it wasn't anything that she couldn't handle. After a few moment, she could really start to experience the suntan in her branch, her pelvic girdle, and some numbness on her fingers and munition. The stew started to pour and Elena got into a undecomposed equitation rhythm.

By the twenty-minute patsy, she started to huff and puff. Her stage were tired and she couldn't smell anything in her limb anymore. Now she was watching the timer silently cheering on the thirty-minute mark to make it waiting for the end. She tried to think of former affair. She thought about her protagonist Sherri and wondered how she happened to find this picky gym. It didn't really weigh how Sherri found the gym she just looked amazing. Always tight beautiful and radiant. If Elena could mold herself to even half the shape that Sherri was in, it would be a victory she thought.

The second ticked down and finally the bell rang on the bike. She stopped pedaling and leaned back on the rear end. She felt spent as the sweat poured out from every pore on her body. She sat there for a few mo waiting for the impression to return in both her branch and legs. Finally, she gingerly got off the wheel and walked across the gym back to Mr. Dr. Johnson's desk where he sat reading his paper.

newsbreak :"Okay young lady. Kane, come up on over to the bench over here and let's see how often free weight you can contract. We'll start with 5 repp of 25 pounds."

Elena :"rep ?"

Flash :"Yeah motherfucker reps ! We work out here at flashing's fitness mill ! This ain't like all those other fucking gymnasium, those cookie stonecutter that have you just run on a treadmill and jack ! You're gon na sweat here missy. Kane ! We got five calendar week to whip your little butterball ass into bod, and we gon na do it ! You dig ?"

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

Flash :"Never fucking brain 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 render me some reps on this here machine !"

Elena sat on the bench and stretched out on it on her back. Her legs were still sore but her arm felt better than a few hour ago. Flash stood near her read/write 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 face. It was impressively large and looked like he had a diminished 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 weights up and down. Five reps and done, and her eye never left his bulge.

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

He bent forward and reached around and added more than weightiness to the bar. As he did so, his spandex-clad pecker got a lot nearer to Elena's side. Close enough that she could sense the musky smell of it. It wasn't an unpleasant olfactory property, in fact, it was quite squeamish and very acrid. Elena stared at it and could see the schema of its duration through the spandex material. She could feel herself getting turned on.

Flash :"okay we're up to 40 dog pound. open me two stage set of 5 reps with this weight."

She again started to pilfer the system of weights. It was a little heavier with the supererogatory quid but she pushed it up and down with proportional ease. The totally meter she couldn't keep her oculus off of the large spandex-clad piece of substance that was hanging in a inkiness spandex hammock just above her side. Again, somehow, she got through it without incident.

Flash :"Very just fille. Kane. Okay, on this next set we are gon na quiz your sleight and power, as well as your abilities to focus. Nothing should distract you from finishing your quest. The weight will stay the same but I want three readiness of 10. Remember, DO NOT break your concentration."

Elena :"Okay."

Mr. Dr. Johnson walked to the other end of the judiciary down by her animal foot. He strapped both of her pes down at the ankles to each leg of the bench. The Bench was a piffling bit wider than a standard weight bench, about a good XXX in encompassing which once her ankles were strapped down her branch were spread head open up to their upper limit. He also fastened a strap around her waist locking her all trunk to the bench.

Elena :"Why are you doing that ?"

Flash :"Wait…. What the fuck did you just say ? Is that a fucking doubt ? What did we JUST build about fucking enquiry ?"”

Elena :"I…I didn't mean…"

New York minute :"SHUT UP ! SHUT THE FUCK UP ! You do as I say ! Remember ? There's NO query here ! Now, get going with those fucking reps ! And don't break down your assiduity !"

She again took hold of the bar and steadied to do her reps. She erased the scolding that she had just gotten from her thinker and reset herself emotionally. As she pushed the bar from her chest up for the first time, she then felt him touching her with his fingers between her leg. ‘ What was he doing ?'she thought. He was blatantly rubbing her pussy lips through the spandex and it actually felt very near. So dear that her consistency started to respond to his feeling and her vagina started to get wet.

The impression was flummox and very distracting, and making it hard to do her repp, but she defiantly didn't let it disrupt what she was doing. Towards the end of the minute set of 10 reps she arched her back as a lot as the strap around her waist would allow while Mr. President Andrew Johnson dug his fingers into her vagina through her shorts. He even poked his fingerbreadth into the material of the shorts and into her vagina a ripe inch or so too. Elena's clit was responding to it and driving her weirdo, but she didn't break concentration which was pretty telling. He removed his fingers from her crotch area as she returned the bar back up to the rack.

Flash :"Very nice Miss. Kane. You're a quick sketch. Relax a few more than minutes, I'll be right back."

Elena lay their flushed. 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 with child that it felt. For the next five min she relaxed and caught her breath and regained her equanimity. As her composure began to regress, intuitive feeling of irreverence started to creep into her head. Did this man that she just met under an 60 minutes ago seriously just molest her ?

She thought again about her beautiful light-haired situation Friend. Was this how she too had gotten in soma ? A picture show of Sherri lying on the weight bench getting fingered by Mr. Johnson then fabricated into her mind and Elena's pussy started to leak again. The thoughts of Sherri's beautiful legs tied down to the bench and Mr. Johnson fingering her friend's pussy made her breadbasket do riffle flop too. She couldn't help but rub her own puss through her drawers thinking about her hot Friend going through the Same experience. Before she knew it, Mr. Johnson returned with a weird looking spanner in his properly hand. She pulled her handwriting out from between her wooden leg and hoped that He hadn't seen what she was just doing.

news bulletin :"Just relax Miss. Kane. I've got to make a few adjustments."

Elena :"Okay."

He again stood near her head and reached forward over the Bench. This metre his bundle was positioned a few inches from her face, closer than it was before. He then stepped back and pulled the position of the bench and it rose about a fundament higher from the floor with Elena still on it. By doing this, her legs pulled stringent towards the bottom of the bench because her invertebrate foot were still tied to the legs of it and her feet merchant ship rose from the gym base. The only parts of her foot touching the floor now was her toes.

Mr. President Johnson then made another adjustment behind her head and the end of the judiciary 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 wide dead body looked like it was on a single-foot being stretched and her muscleman in her articulatio coxae legs and torso were expanded. She felt helpless without any way to impress with everything tied down and stretched except for her arms.

Flash :"Okay, another two readiness of 10 rep. Remember to never die compactness. Nothing should make you stop your reps. And missy Kane…also remember this……rule # 1 : A cleaning lady can't breathe if she can't expand."

She had no clue what he was talking about. Rule # 1 ? What did that even intend ? Again, she started to do exercising weight reps with the bar It was a little more difficult with her point positioned lower than the way it was before. On the fourth rep, she heard Mr. Johnson moving around outside of her view. He then came into horizon only this time his bulge was completely hanging loose out of his shorts. His cock 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 brim. She tried to fold her mouth but he pushed the head of it past her backtalk and across her tongue.

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

After a skilful ten min, she felt his cock start to pulsate and then a few instant later she could taste his spermatozoan as it filled her mouth and drizzled down her opened-up throat into her stomach. Between her legs was becoming a drenched peck. Mr. Dr. Johnson pulled out from her sass and then helped her spot the weights back up on its holders on the machine. She just lay there trying to enamor her breather for a few minutes. Her arms felt like jelly and her back talk felt sore and stretched. She still could taste the salty taste of sperm in her mouth which was better tasting than she expected it to be. Then after a few minutes Mr. Johnson untied her ankle from the bench.

Flash :"Okay Miss Kane, I've got a spirit of what your full program is gon na be. You may go variety and counter tomorrow at 8am. Don't be late ! We've got a lot to report !"

He walked back behind his desk putting his now rapidly flaccid sperm dripping penis back into his shorts. Elena stared at him for a few seconds as he sat there reading his newspaper publisher. She wiped the cum from her lips with the spine of her hand before silently getting up and heading into the locker way. 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 ardour inside her belly looking to give her new ‘ trainer'a objet d'art 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 arcminute, she decided to just leave so she forgot about it all and left. On the way home Elena made a pact with herself that she would not return to the gym and that she might even cover Mr. Johnson to the police.

That dark she thought long and hard about what had happened. She started to conceive about how she allowed Mr. Dr. Johnson to fuck her lip and didn't try at least once to stop him. She thought about how her organic structure felt and how wet it all made her between her legs. She thought about the musky odor and the touch of his balls as they pushed against her nose and middle as he pushed his cock deep into her throat and came hard into her tum. As she lay there with guilt trip, remorse, and a bit of anger, she was unconsciously rubbing at her pussy again, working her digit while she lay with her leg splayed astray across her bed.

Then her head started to make full 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 degenerate one on a new female child. Did Sherri know about any of this ? Maybe he had no design of helping her get fit. Maybe this was all a big cozenage. Could she honestly go back there in the morning ? She wasn't thinking heterosexual. Her eye started to shut down and before long she fell fast asleep.

The adjacent daybreak Elena woke up early, showered and garb 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 expectation. It was almost like her nighttime's eternal rest had erased all of Mr. Johnson's molestation and had replaced it all with exercising readiness. She got to the gym at 7:54am and waited for him to go far. He showed up about 12 proceedings late and he was carrying a shopping bag.

Flash :"upright daybreak Miss. Kane, how did you sleep ?"

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

Flash :"Well that's overnice. Come on in ! We got to get a few other thing straight before we start today."

Elena :"Oh ? There's more ?"

ostentation :"poop bitch ! We got a solid lot more to do !"

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

Flash :"judgement by yesterday, it's obvious to me that your fiddling friend Sherri didn't fill 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 mystery to helping blanched fair sex lose weight unit is Diet, practice, and nigh importantly, sex with black shaft. nil but big black cock and lots of it."

Elena sat there with a shocked feel on her boldness. She felt a footling bit like she was being hoodwinked but she sat in silence. Any courage that she had built up the day before dissipated so making a big protest fell by the waist side. Besides, her torso was giving her the ‘ turned on'signals again which made affair very confusing.

Flash :"Miss. Kane, I can see by the look on your cheek that you are conflicted. Once again, I will hold you the out. But this is your go opportunity. If you feel that you just can not go on this program then there's the fucking door ! Be gone with you ! convey your opus of shit fat consistence and get the fuck out ! Or…you can outride and we can cover. You have bare seconds to decide."

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

flashing :"Alrighty then. You are now fully in. Starting today, you will be on a strict diet. The simply affair you may booze from now on is piss and black cum. And I don't worry how often water you drink, or how much black cum you swallow. Everything else…including coffee…is out and off limit as of right now. And let's face 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 nauseating and offensive but her sensibilities were dulled by her dead body's reaction to it all. He continued.

Flash :"Now, for the repast. You are only allowed to eat twice a day. In the morn for breakfast you may feature some burgoo. This oatmeal right here. It's a special blend."

He reached into the bag and pulled out a no-named box of burgoo that was in a cylinder-shaped box. He also took out a box of oatmeal ginmill that were wrapped in space flannel wrappers.

Flash :"Either eat a bowl of oatmeal, or eat a fucking oatmeal bar ! Either way, that's all you are allowed to eat in the morning before you come here. For dinner ? Again, the fucking burgoo ! No sum, no vegetables, no yield, no fucking boodle, nothing else ! A few hebdomad of this diet and the work we will do here, and you will lose some weight pretty fucking fast ! Then we can mold on your definition. Understand ?"

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

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

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

Flash :"Looking good in white-livered missy. Kane. See that mat over there in the corner ? The blue angel one ? Go over there, and yield me three sets of 10 sit-ups and then three circle of 10 push-ups. We are on a prison term schedule so don't screw around !"

Elena quickly walked over to the mat and began her sit-ups. Just then, the room access opened up and another pitch-black man entered the gym. He was tall and fit, and very brawny like Mr. Johnson. It was a man named Tony Wright. Tony was also a personal trainer and he worked for wink. His sinew were a little more defined but that was because professionally, Tony also did some body-building.

Flash :"TW ! Just the man I wan na see. do over here man."

Tony walked across the gym towards the desk as Elena watched on sneaking glance of them through her sit-ups. She was trying to get word their conversation and maybe gain a little more realize of the whole place.

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

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

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

flash lamp :"wellspring fuck nigga ! Bring him along with ya ! The to a greater extent the merrier. You know that."

Tony :"Oh poop Orville would wish that ! okey, will do !"

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

Flash :"fille. Kane, today we're gon na do some more bike employment, with a device. You see, if you're gon na be taking some Shirley Temple Black cock between those legs, then we're gon na have to spread your diddly up a bit. This cycle is a little different from the one you rode yesterday. Watch this…you're gon na bed this dirt !"

She followed him over to the exercise wheel which had a enceinte black tarp over it covering it completely. He removed the tarpaulin and the start matter that Elena noticed was the head of a turgid black dildo poking out from a fix in the centre of the bike's seat. The train connected to the pedals was extra-large too.

Mr. President Lyndon Johnson then reached down and pedaled the foot lever with his hired man a few rotations and the dildo slid up and down through the bicycle place. The dildo was a good ten column inch and almost all of it came through the fanny during one pedal gyration. Elena was expected to train almost the all thing while pedaling a steady round on the bike.

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

Elena :"Y-Yeah."

She took the bottle of lubrication that Mr. Johnson handed her and splooged a generous sum of it into her hand. She figured as long as he was offering, she was going to stool this chore as well-heeled as possible. She reached down with her lube filled palm and spackled it between her legs and generously into her vagina. After wiping her hands with a towel, Elena climbed up on the cycle and positioned her body over the hole in the seat. She moved the pedal point a slight with her left foot and eased the dildo up about two column inch into her well lubed pussy.

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

instant :"wellspring, that's how big niggas is too ! Sometimes even bigger ! We got ta open that box up if we're gon na sharpen pencils in it, if you get my impetus ! Now, thirty hour non-stop. You know the recitation. Don't catch until you hear the bell."

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

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

It took four moment but Elena came hard around the dildo going in and out of her. She almost lost her footing on the pedal point during her climax but caught herself. The dildo was reaching part of her womb that cypher ever had before. Without sympathy, the thick bleak latex prophylactic dildo opened up her vagina wide with both upper and mightiness. Elena's eyes rolled back in her heading and she came hard again.

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

Mr. Johnson ignored Elena's intimate cries. He just sat there at his desk reading his newspaper while she rode the bike and had her slit gaped open by the dildo. The 30 minutes final examination came to a closing curtain and the bell rang signifying her to halt which she did. She came four total fourth dimension during the solid workout. Elena's stage were extremely weak but she managed to mount off of the bike and then take the air bowlegged over to Mr. Lyndon Baines Johnson's desk. He looked up at her and smiled.

Flash :"Alright Miss. Kane, back over to the weight bench. Now we are gon na do some 25-pound squat rhytidectomy. Basically, you will fend over the bench and bind the weights behind your head and push it up and down. Give me 5 of them right now."

The timeworn and sexually flushed Elena stood over the bench and positioned the bar behind her neck opening then did five perfective squat lifts. Each time she squatted down, the pull cloth of her short pants between her legs would dilate out and her full gaping vagina poked out and was visible to anyone who could see it. The air conditioning blew up her snap and sent a cool shiver up her spine.

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

She rested a few then got back into position and was told to do the next 10 set. On the second push up, she felt Mr. Samuel Johnson's fingerbreadth probing between her branch again. This meter he was able to insert one deeper into her which he did. As she moved her body up and down with the weightiness Mr. Johnson fingerbreadth fucked her twat in and out.

blink of an eye :"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."

fanfare :"I bet you can't time lag to sustain a REAL Negroid cock up inside your pussy huh ? I bet you'd LOVE that !"

Elena began to breath wakeless. More so in pleasure than in straining pain. Her legs started to palpate like jelly and it was getting harder to advance the weight unit but she answered him.

Elena :"Y-Yes ! I do ! I'd lie with a black cock inside my kitty-cat !"

news bulletin :"Yeah I knew that ! All you mother fucking white girls want some black cock !"

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

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

She watched on with her custody on her shank flushed from the squat lifts 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 exertion and sexually charged up at the same time. It made her blood pump faster than she ever felt it through her heart.

Elena watched on as Mr. Johnson repositioned the bench in the slant area. The diddlysquat push 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 British pound to each face bringing the total weight on the bar to 55 pounds.

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

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

Elena :"Yes."

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

Mr. Johnson then lay down on the mat. Elena put both her peg around his consistency and then took the weight onto her neck. It was much fleshy and she strained a footling to hold in it in topographic point and to benefit her footing. Everything was beat correctly and adjusted to Elena's small stature and for the task she was about to do. She squatted down and held her position right above Mr. Johnson's crotch area. She then felt him rubbing his cock against her dripping wet twat lips and after a few minute he pushed the head of it into her. She let out a loud moan.

Elena :"OHHHHH ! ! ! ! !"

It felt so good to give a man's stopcock up inside her again. Her ex-husband had about six inches and he only ever was inside her for less than three bit before he came every time that they had sex. Mr. LBJ's shaft far ceded her ex in both length and girth. She felt replete and stretched from the dildo fucking earlier, and now Mr. President Lyndon Johnson was pumping her undetermined again with his tumid black dick. He worked it in a small deeper while Elena squatted there holding the 55 pounds above her body.

Once affair were all set and copesettic, he gave her the go ahead to begin her thrusts. Up and down she started to push the weight, and in and out Mr. Johnson's vauntingly Joseph Black cock went into her pussy. Elena's knees started to shake a little and she repositioned her bare feet flat on the level which made Mr. Johnson's cock invade deeper into her womb.

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

The auditory sensation of flesh slapping against figure, weights clanging and banging, and Elena's watchword of pleasure echoed throughout the vacant lyceum. Mr. Lyndon Johnson had his arms spread out, ready to spot any fault with the exercising weight. cleaning woman in the past tense had been so get the better of with joy that they had given out and he learned the intemperately way to not entrust them during this exercise.

Up and down Elena continued. Again, she lost count on her stab and most definitely did more than of them than was required. She came hard a few time but never lost her concentration on the weight. Not long after that, Mr. Johnson grabbed her hips and pulled her completed down onto his cock and he shot a prominent load of Black cum deep up into pussy which stopped the jab 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 cock still inside her. She fell forward and rested her promontory on the workbench between Mr. Johnson knees. They lay there for a minute or two, both glistened with lather and sticky with cum.

Flash :"We are finished for the day misfire. Kane. Come back tomorrow at 8am, and remember, proceed to the diet. One Sir Thomas More thing ; tonight, do some paring. Remove everything from your legs, forearms, underarms, and of form, shave your kitty-cat area completely. I don't want to see any hair on your body anymore except for your brain. Understood ?"

Elena :"Yes Mr. Johnson."

twinkling :"ripe ! Now get the fuck out ! See ya tomorrow."

She got up, got dressed and quickly left. She felt the burn one would experience from a good workout again. As she sat there on the bus for home, there was an older inkiness man sitting across from her who stared at her the entire metre. It was like she had ‘ black hammer slut'stenciled across her forehead, like he knew what she'd been doing all day. She went home, ate, and then ran the body of water in the bath. She then shaved her dead body in all the space that Mr. Johnson instructed her to. The hardest was the copper just above her ass whirl but with the help of a mirror she got it done. That Nox she slept well.

The adjacent 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 boot and deduced that he was in the bath. He walked out from the privy adjusting his shorts. When he saw Elena, he pulled his tool from them and advert it out balls and all exposed.

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

Without hesitation, Elena walked over to Mr. LBJ and got down on her human knee. She took his turncock in her decently hand and lifted it up and then popped it into her sass and began to give suck on it. From behind her, she heard the gym door open again and then take heed some footsteps. It was Orville Thomas Jefferson, another one of Mr. Johnson's men. Orville was tall and thin out and had blotchy skin especially on his face. He wasn't ugly, but it was pass that he had a cutis problem. Mr. Johnson looked up when he heard him.

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

OJ :"You know how it is !"

wink :"Did you go with TW the other nighttime ?"

OJ :"Yeah man ! We stretched that white bitch out pretty in effect ! She a fucking freak ! Licking our asses and everything ! I never had no female parent fucking charwoman thrash my ass before !"

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

Elena listened attentively from her knees in front man of them while she continued to nurse on Mr. Lyndon Baines Johnson's dick. 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 blacken men fuck her. Their drear blackamoor skin as they pumped their calamitous shaft in and out of her Friend's onyx marble skin color, it must sustain been a sight to behold.

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

Flash :"Oh this be Miss Kane. Sherri's friend. She's here to 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 corner of her eye as Orville pulled his peter out from his trousers. It was another large monster and the skin of it was blotchy just like the rest of him was.

flash lamp :"Miss. Kane you're gon na blow OJ here's cock too."

Again, without indisposition, Elena pulled her face from Mr. Johnson's private parts and grabbed hold of Orville's blotchy shaft and put it as deep as she could into her mouth.

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

Flash :"well, we haven't figured that whoreson out yet. She only been here a distich of twenty-four hour period and she's done good so far. Was gon na own her do some more free weight but, we could jazz her right now if you want ?"

Elena's eyes widened. These two guys were gon na have it away her today. Her kitty started to urine again at the thought of being in a III. She was now gon na get at first hand report of what had happened to Sherri a few nights ago. She didn't know whether to be afraid or to be excited, and the true 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 exercise today just took a detour. take in them apparel off and touch us over there on the mats."

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

Flash :"Very nice misfire. 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 find chaff either. Even if it means shaving every female parent fucking Nox !"

She smiled and nodded then got down on the mats on her knees between them both and recommenced with the originally blowjobs, making sure to revolve her rima oris from cock to strut. They did that for a while before Mr. LBJ lay down on the mat and Elena crawled between his stage 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 ! Fuck my pussy !"

Orville did just that, pounding her pussycat from behind as she blew Mr. Johnson. They fucked her for a good hour in different positions, with both men filling her mouth and snatch with plenteous amounts of black cum. Orville was the showtime to nut in her mouth which tasted very sweet to Elena. When they finished, she was left a steamy 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. Johnson was standing over by his desk.

trice :"Did you enjoy yourself missy. Kane ?"

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

Flash :"Good. On your way nursing home, I'm gon na call for you to go to a drug store and buy yourself an enema kit. Make sure it's a re-usable one. Starting tonight, and EVERY Night, your new rite before going to bed is to enema your asshole. Make certain that you are completely clean back there every single day before entering this gym. translate ?"

Elena :"Yes."

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

Elena did her employment then left. She stopped at an old out of the way Rix chemist's that had changed its figure to Gary's Drugs, but you could still see the old faded Rix sign up on the top of the building. She asked for and bought a top of the line reusable clyster kit. It cost her $ 30. She went home ate, showered, then used the enema kit to flush 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 future break of the day was day four. Mr. Lyndon Johnson made her do some more weightlifting sets, some more push-ups, sit-ups, and some more hunker lifts. She worked out a adept four hours but she didn't get any dim cock or even a black dildo. On day five it was some more of the same. At the source of day six Mr. Lyndon Baines Johnson outlawed clothing.

Flash :"misfire. Kane, starting today when you arrive and get undressed, you will not be given any physical exertion wearable. Workouts from this day forward are now to be completely bare. Not only will this allow for leisurely access, but it will allow me to study your body definition. Now go get undressed."

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

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

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

They were both very intimidating looking. The unawares man was about 5'9 ”, and he had dreadlocks and looked like and sounded like he was Jamaican. His thick gruff beard was scary and the only when matter that he was wearing was a long gold chain around his neck. He was sitting on a exercising weight terrace and his lengthy wide pitch blackness dick was hanging down like the applauder from a church chime. His name was Curtis Struthers. His peter was the widest penis that Elena had ever seen. It looked like a large burnt kielbasa sausage hanging over the essence sideboard of a deli.

The other man was another guy well over six feet like Mr. LBJ. His name was snick Anvayney. His public figure rhymed perfectly with the nickname they all gave him ‘ Thick N'Veiny'because of the ten-inch very loggerheaded cock with pronounced vein when it was hard that he had hanging between his articulatio genus. Nick's dark fatal peel only made it that more intimidating. They were two more employees of Mr. Samuel Johnson's gym, both certified athletic trainers.

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

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

Flash :"See today we all gon na bump 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 in three blacken cocks up there. Three very with child black cocks. She didn't dare show her displeasure though. She just swallowed her veneration and went with it.

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

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

Flash :"Nope ! You're gon na razz the dildo wheel for 30 arcminute. 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 doggy over that pad there. The curl bar has the weight set up on the former side. The only instruction I got is don't start the curls until we get in. Then continue the curls without stopping. We gon na make both the glute muscles and the arms during this exercise. normal # 3 : A woman ain't pliant, if she's too loaded. Understand ?"

Elena :"Yes. I understand."

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

The three of them started laughing. Elena ignored the laughter and got herself ready to ride the dildo bike anally. She spackled her asshole with lube and then climbed up on the cycle and positioned her ass on the seat. She slowly worked the foot lever to move the dildo upward and back trying to get it in. It took a ripe three bit, but she finally got the head 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 lube to pull it in deeper and draw things more comfortable. Her ass would always promote up off the seat whenever the dildo came up. Finally, she was capable to forge it in and out without it hurting. She started the bicycle and began pedaling. The rubber cock went rich into her ass and back out with speed causing her to turn out up from the seat and cry out each meter but she didn't full stop and the dildo never left her ass.

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

As she worked the pedals on the wheel, she glanced over at the three men who were sitting around watching her and jerking off. At the ten-minute crisscross her bunghole was better acclimated and the shag began to palpate very good causing her pussy to water system profusely again. It was like the dildo was sawing her in one-half between her legs, pushing her anal caries 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 good six in deep. Elena was enjoying her ass piece of ass and couldn't wait to feel quick populate phallus in her ass. She squealed and squirmed and screamed riding the bicycle faster and making the men laborious than rock and roll. Finally, the gong rang on the bike signifying the end of the ride.

Curtis popped up from his fundament and picked Elena up off of the bike like she was a feathering and then carried her over to the free weight bench. On the terrace, Elena positioned her knees apart so that her stage were opened widely and set her elbows up on the pad and hooked her fingers around the weighting 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."

gouge straddled the work bench behind her while wink worked some more lubricate generously between Elena's arse cheeks. The lubrication gel was very cooling and it felt full. Flash's finger felt secure as well as he rubbed it as deep into her arse as he could get it. He also brushed his fingerbreadth across her wet pussy a few times as well.

snick 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 deal resting on the base of her spine, she started to feel the pressure of his prick as he pushed it against her anal retentive cavity.

Elena :"Ohhhhhh ! Ohhhhhh my god ! piece of tail yeah !"

Just then Curtis came to the right side of her and pulled her head towards him and nonplus 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 winner to dilute her lip over the headspring of it. Curtis'cock was only semi-hard and it was too big for her mouth, how in the pit was he gon na get it into her asshole ? She could experience her jaw spreading wider as he pried open up her rima oris with each knife thrust of his cock. It was finally into her mouth at to the lowest degree two inches and she could feel it poking at the back of her mouth. While her attentions were diverted by the unacceptable facial expression fucking that she was getting, Nick had a good four inches of his own cock pushing in and out of her tight asshole.

dent :"red cent this ass is still tight ! That fucking wheel didn't open up shit ! Not gon na be long before I have to nut !"

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

William Curtis pulled from her lip and Elena refocused herself to the cock going in and out of her ass. It felt big. She steadied her hands on the weight bar and started to do her curls while notch fucked away at her ass. It truly was a sight. Elena could feel the burn from the weights in her biceps and her shoulders, as well as the pressure from snick's hot cock as it probed deeper and deeper into her anus.

Five minutes like that before William Curtis finally pulled out and hit a thick sticky freight up Elena's back. It was the 1st metre a man had shot his sperm on her spine and it felt very warm but messy. Nick put it back in her ass for a couple of Sir Thomas More pumps before moving away. The totally time Elena never stopped curling the weights. Flash was next to jazz her asshole. Which he did for the future seven minutes or so before pulling out and tagging off to Curtis. Elena's heart started to beat faster and she got understandably unquiet knowing that Curtis was taking his turn next.

William Curtis began feeding his wide monster in and it felt like person was trying to break open her dead body open with a drain pipe from under a sink. She'd already been opened up by a bike dildo, and then two cocks that were well lubed, and Curtis was now making it feel like it was all starting time again. Each jabbing in poke her asshole walls farther apart.

Elena :"Ahhh ! ! ! Oh piece of ass ! That's too big ! AHHHHHHHH ! ! ! ! ! !"

He gaped her ass open for the future ten minutes before finally flooding his load into her anus. Then it was Nick's bout again. Each man took three turning total, all the piece Elena continued doing scroll with the weighting. Finally, after they all were finished heartbeat told her to arrest the curl. 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 fears of getting fucked in the ass were now over. And Sojourner Truth be told, she rather liked make a large cock deep up in her asshole. It was only 10:30am though which was still betimes, something that Mr. Johnson realized as well.

Flash :"young woman Kane, I'm gon na give ya another ten moment to roost, but your day today isn't over by a long shaft. 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 triple teamed, another first for the pretty picayune Hawaiian. She defied her enervation and met his enquiry with fake eagerness.

Elena :"sure as shooting ! Whatever you say."

They sat around for another ten minute before Elena was told to get together them on the mats. heartbeat lay down and told her to impale her pussy on his rooster, which she did, and then Curtis got his broad sticker back into her asshole. Nick stuck his peter into her sassing and they triple teamed her for the adjacent hour and a half, switching property when necessary.

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

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

split second :"There you go Miss Kane. You've already lost 15 pound sterling. I can actually pop to see that you've lost some weight too."

Elena looked in one of the full-length mirrors. He was right. Her dead body was starting to look a little less fat. There was a big grin on her face. She couldn't postponement to get started on the day's workout. The second calendar week consisted of Sir Thomas More piece of ass and More weighting. They did the three-base hit insight day once again, this time with Flash, OJ, and Nick Anvayney.

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

flashbulb :"Alright Miss. Kane ! It's obvious that you are happy with your results. As you can see, in only 14 day of my program, you have lost a whopping 38 pounds. Are you prepare to take it up another snick ?"

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

Flash :"That's what I want to get word ! Starting tomorrow we're gon na double your weights, sets, and time boundary. We're gon na shape those muscular tissue and eliminate the remainder of that fat until you are incline and beautiful ! But that's tomorrow ! Today…today…Rule # 4 : A cleaning lady ain't truly fulfilled, unless she's sharing with many others."

The gym door on the far right which was marked ‘ Trainer's elbow room'then opened and in take the air OJ, Nick Anvayney, TW, and Curtis Struthers. They were of course of study all naked and their semi-erect phallus were swinging between their peg as they walked. Elena was going to be gang banged by all five of them.

Flash :"Yes, today me and my boys are gon na turn that little ass out. We're gon na open up all of them little Theodore Harold White holes. With our turncock we're gon na pound sterling and tenderize your body and kick those stubborn fat mobile phone out of you ! We also gon na commemorate it all for posterity."

Mr. Johnson pointed at the two corners of the gym where the mats were set up and there was a stationary camera in each set up near the cap. Standing in the corner was also a short skinny pitch-black charwoman named Tammie who was holding a hand held tv 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 magnetic tape to an grownup website which would help pay for her gym membership fees. At this point Elena didn't precaution. Her heart was racing with expectancy of having sex with five dim men in one session.

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

TW :"Yeah cunt ! X marks the stain !"

heartbeat :"We will then record fifteen minutes of rotated blowjobs. After that, you will get on all fours and you will suck and be fucked until I say so. There will be a cock in your back talk and pussy at all prison term. following, we'll do the same matter for a while but in missionary. Next, back on all fours and we'll take turns gaping that ass. In the side by side stage, all three trap 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 eye shut bitch ! Ya hear dat ?"

Elena ignored TW's taunt 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 phallus dangling in presence of her case. For the succeeding 15 minutes she rotated her backtalk, tongue, finger and palm over all five fatal cocks and balls feverishly, trying desperately to make them cum but to no help. During this hale chronological sequence, Elena's snatch was poked and prodded with numerous unlike black fingers which made it sopping wet.

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

Elena wiped away the excess spit from her face and then got on all fours between all of the men. Only a few hebdomad ago the pudgy Hawaiian female child was at maximum weight and sexually frustrated. Now she was 38 lbs. lighter and overwhelmed daily by sex with total darkness turncock. The five men took turns the future three hours splitting Elena's pussy clear with their magnanimous black meat hammers. They also stretched her throat surface, filling her abdomen with cakehole of total darkness cum. Elena herself came numerous multiplication as the five black men fucked her pussy into the submissions of ecstasy.

After three hours of pussy pounding and mouth fuck, they gave those holes a eternal sleep and focused on Elena's tertiary input. She was again positioned on all Little Joe and for the following hr and a half her ass was gaped heart-to-heart by all five black putz, each one dumping a load of cum deep into her anus at to the lowest degree once. Elena could experience them entering the deepest parts of her anal canal, stretching her rectum wider and wider. The randomness from the tv camera zooming in and out were more frequent during these parts of the taping.

Finally, it was time to triple squad all of Elena's holes and they basically took bend doing that the rest of the day. Elena felt so easy 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 dog-tired and that night she slept recondite than she ever had in her lifetime.

Over the next few week the daylight blended together, and Elena's workout got more forcible. She could sense her body toning up and her peel getting tighter around her finger cymbals. Looking in the mirror, she now wasn't able to see any redundant flab on her implements of war and branch and especially around her midsection. It was all evaporating quickly. By workweek's end Elena's weight was down to 120 Irish pound losing another twenty-three. workweek three was more than of the Same with Elena doing all of the prior exercising at least twice more and on weight day she had lost another five pound sign bringing her weight to 115. Between all of the fuck, the exercising, and the extreme rolled oats diet, Elena shed a sock 75 pounds by the full five hebdomad end. She now weighed in at a svelte 112 quid, and looked absolutely amazing. The tiny Hawaiian female child was so happy.

month later, Elena still keeps to the plan. Now-a-days her exercising aren't as extreme and her diet is not as strict. She doesn't lift much weights 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 instant on the exercising bicycle or the treadmill and then some sinister cock roll in the hay by flare or one of the other trainer, or often a compounding of whomever is present that day in the gym. The number of unlike black shaft that Elena has been with has ballooned beyond Flash and his trainers. Sometimes fanfare has particular blackness guests who get to fuck her that day and then she never sees them again.

She's also visited at her apartment every Thursday night by gym trainer Kerrel Lawrence. K-Dawg bones Elena in all of her muddle and whomever he brings with him Elena must roll in the hay them too. This is called assemblage, and on accumulation day she must perform whatever sex act ( s ) that K-Dawg requests 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 past debts that she has accumulated during the length of the computer program. What Elena and every other adult female who joins the computer program doesn't know is that there isn't any end to it. The bearing are so steep that a miss never truly pays it off no thing how a great deal 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 requital plans have their pitfall too. The only three path to bar the cycle and fall out from under blink of an eye's thumb is what he calls terpsichore, string, or Auction.

dance is self-explanatory. Basically, the young lady ends up stripping for a pre-determined menstruum of time while still keeping up gym appearance and compendium days. The payment are accelerated with all of her earnings sent directly to the gym, and the average clock time to complete this pick is usually a replete year, sometimes more. By that time, most of the women end up addicted to drugs and end up becoming entire fledged stripteaser the residue of their animation. They also fall under the pollex of the nightspot owner so it's like going from the frying pan into the fire with this option. Only the wiser female child who stay scavenge come out of the other side and break completely free.

The gear option deals are shorter in clip but by sheer volume in Black cock. A girl who has a train ran on her suction and fucks tons of black hawkshaw in very large gangbang sessions. It's more than than one happening, and it's all done within a thirty-day period of time. So, it's three to five trains with an unlimited number of inglorious men in a calendar month's time. It's defrayment on steroids, and the girl who chooses this choice is usually finished with the gym and collection sojourn. They are told that the men are all fair but accuracy be told that would take money to set up and newsflash isn't bankrolling any STD testing. It's a free for all with many risks and most charwoman shy away from this option.

The Auction pick is basically the sale of your debt and body to another party. That one has the uncertainty of time served and/or overall situation with your new creditors. Elena has been briefed on all of the alternatives and she has decided to stay within her flow program, the two gym visits and the one collection night. The status quo is never ending and she'll most belike 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 gunpoint. To do that though, she must also assist with recruitment. Once Flash gets you into cast, you are asked to recruit other whitened women for gym membership. When it was explained to her, it was presented to her as Rule # 5 : A woman ain't complete, unless she spreads the tidings. Basically, she's expected to institute other white women into the program just like her Quaker Sherri had done with her.

Elena's been talking to a new little girl at the secretarial kitty as of previous. 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 girl really, someone that Elena can easily sway to do anything, given that she has taken her under her backstage. molly isn't fat or out of shape at all, and she wouldn't need a gym rank anywhere, but she's beautiful and she'll be just what Flash has ordered.

The End