The cab driver watched hungrily as the umbrella holding Elena Kane stepped over the puddle at the radix of the curb on her way from his cab to the incoming of the gym. The old black man had been stealing flavour at the now thin and fairly Hawaiian beauty the whole ride in his rear-view mirror as she sat with her long beautiful legs crossed exposing her upper thighs in the bet on seat of his cab. One last look at those legs as they sashayed into the building was sure enough to offer some decent spank-bank material during a few time to come rub and tug seance for the old pitch-dark man.

Elena wasn't always this fit though. In fact, she was a skilful 75 pounds overweight for almost of her adult life. The 32-year-old beaut had spent the preceding year working out at newsflash's seaworthiness factory, adhering to a strict and unequalled fitness regimen that has allowed her to shed the Ezra Loomis Pound systematically and influence Elena's organic structure into a sonsy delight to any man's eyes.

Growing up in Hawaii and raised by a Malayo-Polynesian mother and a Caucasian don, the 4'10"short girl with the passably face and dreary short hair was always tragically adiposis. At her heaviest, Elena would tip the scurf at 187 pounds which given her scant stature would make her look like a roly-poly little ball of flesh. It always was a major origin of Elena's low self-esteem because she truly wasn't really a sullen feeder. The food she ate wasn't the sizable but it wasn't like she was frequenting the degenerate nutrient drive-thru either.

Elena's weight unit was also a John R. Major trouble in her three-year failed married couple too. Her now ex-husband cock used to tease her mercilessly and cruelly which culminated the doomed union into divorce. She was 26 at the time and Aloha State became a stead that Elena just didn't want to be anymore. She decided to move to the mainland and ended up in an apartment in business district Los Angeles, and got a nice low-level job in a secretarial pool.

One day, Elena's new friend from work Sherri Kimbelsen began raving about a unique and successful gym in the Willowbrook area that catered specifically to corpulence women, and helped them molt unwanted pound sterling. Sherri seemed very adamant about Elena giving this particular plan 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 pack there ? Mostly fatal 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 good 25 Syrian pound heavier, and no issue what I did I just couldn't lose that weight unit. Then I went to Flash Samuel Johnson's gym and within hebdomad I looked like this."

She put her arms out in projection of her fit figure. Sherri was beautiful and looked as physically fit as a super-model would see. Everywhere that she went men were always hitting on her. Elena never saw Sherri out with a man which was a lilliputian odd, but she always would draw in attention especially from the bosses in body of work. She stood at 5'8 ”, 113 lbs. with 34-22-32 measurements, long blonde hair halfway down her back, and the recollective branch showcased by the types of high blackguard that she always wore. Sherri was a bombshell, the typical Cali smoking hot blonde, and she always dressed that way too, wearing curtly 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 :"arrest it ! You are a very pretty lady friend. All you've got to do is fall back the weight. I'm telling you, go see flashgun. He'll service you out. After a few weeks of his political platform you won't believe how great you'll look. It's a life sentence changer."

Elena :"Well, I DO make a service break coming up. I suppose it can't trauma to go correspond it out."

In an sweat to keep a unfermented simulacrum among their client, the company that staffed the secretarial pond gave the ladies employed with them a yearly five-week vacation break. It was a courteous benefit that wasn't common with other companionship but it did wonders for the charwoman who worked for them. It also stocked their guest with a revolving door of fresh faces which made a business look like it employed a lot more people than it really had. It made them look successful.

Sherri :"Good idea ! Five weeks of New York minute is exactly what you could use. I guarantee that you come back as a new woman."

Elena :"Gee I hope you are veracious. Okay, I'll do it ! But when I get melt off you better conduct me out to some clubs."

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

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

That conversation was on a Wednesday. The observe Sunday dawn and a day into her armed service break, Elena put on a yoke of sweat pants and a loose-fitting sweatshirt and a pair of white sneakers. She decided to go to Willowbrook to suss out out news bulletin's gym. Twenty arcminute later after exiting a bus and walking a few blocks, she stood in front of Flash's fitness Factory. It was a very dingy looking place on the corner of an L-shaped mini slip mall next to a flea-bitten spirits store. The people on the street walking by her were all mordant, and standing there in her elbow grease she sure stuck out like a sore thumb. Finally, she summoned the courage to go inside.

Inside, there was a quiet and deserted gym with a few rows of different exercise political machine lined up. It was a pretty big room that had a big open area after the machines, and way at the back of it all was a desk with a marvellous muscular calamitous man sitting at it. Elena looked down at her invertebrate foot and swallowed, then walked through the empty gym towards the man. The squeaks on the floor from her canary echoed off the gym wall, but the big disastrous 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 young lady Sherri told me all about your little chunky ass."

His representative was very ill-humoured and loud and it caught Elena off guard. She didn't know that Sherri had already told him about her. She stood there a bit unquiet and a little embarrass and didn't say anything.

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

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

Flash :"Well fucking suffice me when I ask you a interrogation ! Now let me see, Sherri was right. You DO give birth a pretty face. Much prettier than most. restrain on a second… ..."

He bent down and reached into a lower drawer of the filing locker behind his electric chair and pulled out a tap mutation bra and short set with the gym's logo on them. He then turned back around and tossed them on the desk in social movement of Elena.

photoflash :"Here ya go, go in that locker room over there and change into these. I got ta see what I've got here and with that grey monstrosity you got on, I can't see anything. Besides, we gon na do a few weights today and you're gon na take something tighter on."

Elena tentatively picked up the clothes and walked slowly towards the locker room. She wasn't expecting to come out any physical exercise the first of all day. She started to intend about what she was getting herself into. Could she possibly keep coming to this gym in this very bad neighborhood ? Was this crude man legitimatize ? Elena's head was racing.

Inside the locker room, Elena found an empty footlocker and then got undressed and began to put on the sports bra first. Her 34D breasts hardly fit in it and it barely stretched over her large mammilla which were hard and predominantly poking through the tight pink spandex stuff. It pushed her breasts up and together like a marvel bra would and pointed her rock-hard teat straight forward which was a bit embarrassing and revealing. The merchant ship of her boobs stuck out of it a slight as well showing plenteous under boob, and there just wasn't a way to unfold the textile completely over them.

The shorts on the other hired hand were a unhurt former headache. She tried to put them on over her underwear but just couldn't because of the fast fit. She eventually decided to just remove her scanty and go commando hoping that the gym well laundered its wear. As she pulled the shorts up to her waist, she felt the seat of them wedge smashed and mystifying into her ass crack. She spent a few second trying to adjust the shorts in place but to no avail.

This guy can't be serious, can he ? These things were way too belittled. She turned and stared at herself in the mirror and the flab on her munition legs and abdomen hung out from the rigorous outfit and looked very unflattering. She started to cry, which she did for the next five bit. Finally, Elena composed herself and she grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself and walked back out to the gym. She stood at ostentation's desk again and when he looked up at her and saw the towel he started laughing.

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

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

Flash :"missy Kane, it looks like I've got to be blunt. So here it is…the cold hard facts. YOU are a fat gripe ! My job is to induce you NOT a fat bitch ! Everything that you have tried on your own in the by obviously hasn't worked, because you are STILL a fat cunt ! look at yourself…no topic 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 sleep together door ! Get the screw out and stop wasting my time ! You're at the outset crossroad Elena, so, make up your brain right now !"

Elena was shocked by his bluntness. But as mean as he was, he was right. Everything she had tried in the past to help herself miss exercising weight had failed and failed miserably. She wanted to be cut. She needed this and she knew it. Maybe this was a hamlet in her life sentence and she needed to pass to a greater extent clip thinking on it all but standing in straw man of this big inglorious and common gym trainer she felt pressured and intimidated.

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

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

twinkling :"Alright then. Sorry I yelled, but sometimes it's the sole way to get through to citizenry. It won't be the first time I yell at you either. Get used to it, and please take it all personal. The only if way that you're gon na change your life is to recollect that your life sucks as it is ripe now. So, it IS personal. Let it cut through to your kernel and together we will change state all this shit around ! Now, in the weeks to descend you will do whatever I say, when I say it, and how I say it without any questions. I don't founder a shtup what I ask you to do, you gon na do it ! Do you palpate me ?"

Elena :"Y-yes."

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

She removed the towel and stood there pouring out of the close pink sports bra and shorts. Flash came around from his desk with a clipboard in his hand and started to walk slowly around her with a look of study across his face. The man was Brobdingnagian. He was easily over six foot and his muscle definition made him look very wide and imposing. The t-shirt and shorts he was wearing were tight like another stratum of shin banquet over his dark-mocha gloss body. The man was an genus Adonis. He then reached out and put his hired hand on her left wing titty which startled her a little.

photoflash :"hmm…I like these big ol'titty. watch what happens to them when we tighten up this flabby body. They gon na be poppin ’, especially these foresightful nipples."

He rolled the nipple of her breast through the bra between his quarter round and fore fingerbreadth as he spoke. She could sense it getting even harder as a charge of electricity flooded through her organic structure ; stimulated from his touch. He then walked behind her and gave her leftover ass cheek a grueling slap which not only stung but sent the aforesaid electricity, as well as pain, shooting frigidness and fast through her.

Elena :"Ouch ! What was that for ?"

wink :"Relax sister. Just checking on your anal density."

Elena :"Anal density ?"

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

What was he even talking about ? Anal density ? Elena began to sense a little confused. She stood there watching this giant dim man circle her half defenseless organic structure making hands-on critical review of it, touching her in inappropriate seat, and scribbling things on his clipboard. It was a petty bit humiliating and weird, but for some unknown reason to her it was also erotic which made no sense. next, he bent down in front of her and put his leftover hired man in her genitals country. He dragged his fingers across her inner second joint 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.

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

Elena removed her canary and walked over to the scale and stood on it. The digital numbers above her oral sex read 181 pounds. The routine embarrassed Elena and Mr. Lyndon Baines Johnson's boisterous and mean Holy Writ didn't boost her self-esteem either.

Flash :"Damn Miss. Kane ! For a very curt cleaning woman that's a hell of a lot of weight ! For a girl your meridian I could crap 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 bike. Now, it's all set up to the specification that I want for you. So, go on over and ride that fucking wheel for 30 minutes !"

Elena :"You mean…now ?"

heartbeat :"No…next week. YES, fucking now ! Get your tweed ass over there and do the 30 ! You're here to make out and lose that fat, and to do what you're told ! In this gym I say and you fucking do ! Now go fucking DO what I just said !"

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

news bulletin :"Oh…and missy. Kane ; that's thirty consecutive minutes. Don't stop for cypher ! You keep those pedal point going non-stop. There's a chime that will band on the bike that will tell you when you are finished. Until you hear that bell…don't fucking full point !"

Elena got on the bike. The tail 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 pinnacle because he had the bike set to her body precisely. She could reach the pedals and everything and aside from the position forward and the vulgarity of the foot lever on her mere feet, she felt pretty comfortable. She slowly started pedaling. There was some electric resistance but it wasn't anything that she couldn't handle. After a few hour, she could really bug out to finger the burn in her leg, her pelvic girdle, and some numbness on her fingers and arms. The sudor started to pour and Elena got into a practiced riding rhythm.

By the twenty-minute mark, she started to huff and puff up. Her branch were tired and she couldn't feel anything in her arms anymore. Now she was watching the timekeeper silently cheering on the thirty-minute bell ringer to come waiting for the end. She tried to recall of former things. She thought about her friend Sherri and wondered how she happened to find this especial gym. It didn't really count how Sherri found the gym she just looked bewilder. Always tight beautiful and radiant. If Elena could work herself to even half the shape that Sherri was in, it would be a victory she thought.

The minutes ticked down and finally the toll rang on the bike. She stopped pedaling and leaned back on the seat. She felt spent as the exertion poured out from every pore on her body. She sat there for a few bit waiting for the notion to return in both her arms and wooden leg. Finally, she gingerly got off the motorcycle and walked across the gym back to Mr. Lyndon Baines Johnson's desk where he sat reading his paper.

flash :"Okay Miss. Kane, come on over to the bench over here and let's see how much weight you can bid. We'll offset with 5 reps of 25 pounds."

Elena :"Reps ?"

Flash :"Yeah whoreson reps ! We work out here at Flash's Fitness factory ! This ain't like all those other fucking gyms, those cookie cutters that have you just run on a treadmill and shit ! You're gon na sweat here misfire. Kane ! We got five weeks to whip your niggling butterball ass into shape, and we gon na do it ! You dig ?"

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

twinkling :"Never fucking creative thinker 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 screwing I say ! Now cave in me some repp on this here machine !"

Elena sat on the bench and stretched out on it on her back. Her legs were still sore but her limb felt better than a few bit ago. Flash stood near her school principal to spot her, and when she looked up, she glimpsed the big jut emanating from his spandex shortstop located almost right there about two understructure above her face. It was impressively boastfully and looked like he had a small-scale 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 gaze at it while she pressed the weights up and down. Five reps and done, and her eyes never left his bulge.

flash lamp :"Very good. Okay relax, I'm gon na up the weight a little bit."

He bent forward and reached around and added Sir Thomas More free weight to the bar. As he did so, his spandex-clad cock got a lot closer to Elena's fount. stopping point enough that she could smell out the musky odor of it. It wasn't an unpleasant olfactory perception, 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.

Flash :"OK we're up to 40 pounds. Give me two sets of 5 rep with this weight."

She again started to get up the weightiness. It was a little heavier with the extra pounds but she pushed it up and down with comparative ease. The whole time she couldn't keep her centre off of the turgid spandex-clad piece of kernel that was hanging in a black spandex hammock just above her grimace. Again, somehow, she got through it without incident.

news bulletin :"Very good Miss. Kane. Okay, on this succeeding set we are gon na test your manual dexterity and power, as well as your abilities to focus. Nothing should distract you from finishing your quest. The system of weights will stay the same but I want three sets of 10. Remember, DO NOT break your concentration."

Elena :"Okay."

Mr. Dr. Johnson walked to the other end of the bench down by her invertebrate foot. He strapped both of her feet down at the ankle joint to each leg of the terrace. The judiciary was a little bit wider than a banner exercising weight bench, about a good 30 inches all-encompassing which once her articulatio talocruralis were strapped down her legs were spread open to their maximum. He also fastened a shoulder strap around her shank locking her whole torso to the bench.

Elena :"Why are you doing that ?"

flash :"Wait…. What the nooky did you just say ? Is that a fucking interrogative ? What did we JUST establish about fucking dubiousness ?"”

Elena :"I…I didn't mean…"

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

She again took grasp of the bar and steadied to do her reps. She erased the scolding that she had just gotten from her intellect and reset herself emotionally. As she pushed the bar from her chest up for the number 1 sentence, she then felt him touching her with his fingers between her legs. ‘ What was he doing ?'she thought. He was blatantly rubbing her pussy lips through the spandex and it actually felt very soundly. So good that her body started to respond to his touch and her vagina started to get wet.

The tactile sensation was awful and very distracting, and making it concentrated to do her reps, but she defiantly didn't let it disrupt what she was doing. Towards the end of the indorsement set of 10 repp she arched her back as a lot as the strap around her waistline would allow while Mr. Dr. Johnson dug his finger into her vagina through her shorts. He even poked his finger into the fabric of the trunks and into her vagina a expert inch or so too. Elena's clitoris was responding to it and driving her looney, but she didn't break concentration which was pretty impressive. He removed his digit from her genitalia area as she returned the bar back up to the rack.

Flash :"Very nice Miss. Kane. You're a quick discipline. relax a few Thomas More minutes, I'll be right back."

Elena lay their flush. Flushed because of her physical exercise and flushed because of the unscheduled fingering that she had just received. It had been a tenacious spell since a man touched her in that way. She almost forget how great that it felt. For the next five minutes she relaxed and caught her breathing spell and regained her calmness. As her composure began to return, feelings of ravishment started to creep into her head. Did this man that she just met under an hour ago seriously just molest her ?

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

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

Elena :"Okay."

He again stood near her drumhead and reached forward over the workbench. This clock time his package was positioned a few column inch from her face, closer than it was before. He then stepped back and pulled the side of the bench and it rose about a foot eminent from the floor with Elena still on it. By doing this, her leg pulled tighter towards the bottom of the judiciary because her groundwork were still tied to the legs of it and her feet bottoms rose from the gym floor. The only persona of her feet touching the floor now was her toes.

Mr. LBJ then made another adjustment behind her forefront and the end of the workbench went down a few in and her forefront 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 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 move with everything tied down and dilute except for her arms.

Flash :"Okay, another two sets of 10 reps. Remember to never bankrupt compactness. nada should make you cease your reps. And Miss Kane…also commend this……rule # 1 : A woman can't breathe if she can't expand."

She had no hint what he was talking about. formula # 1 ? What did that even mean ? Again, she started to do weightiness reps with the bar It was a little more unmanageable with her head positioned low-down than the way it was before. On the fourth rep, she heard Mr. Lyndon Baines Johnson moving around outside of her view. He then came into view only this sentence his bulge was completely hanging loose out of his boxers. His cock was huge, 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 lips. She tried to fold her mouth but he pushed the forefront of it past her lips and across her tongue.

Instinctively, she continued to rep the weight up and down while Mr. Johnson fed his rooster deeper into her throat. The fact that she was tied down made it insufferable to displace away from him. Deeper and deeply he pushed his black ivory into her oral cavity as she gagged and gasped for air. Her heart started to weewee as well as he fucked her typeface with his putz. She lost count 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 skillful ten minute of arc, she felt his cock first to pulsate and then a few second base later she could taste his sperm as it filled her mouth and drizzled down her opened-up throat into her stomach. Between her legs was becoming a drenched jam. Mr. Johnson pulled out from her mouthpiece and then helped her place the weights back up on its holders on the political machine. She just lay there trying to catch her breathing place for a few minute of arc. Her weapon system felt like jelly and her mouth felt sore and stretched. She still could try out the salty gustatory modality of sperm cell in her mouth which was better tasting than she expected it to be. Then after a few instant Mr. President Johnson untied her mortise joint from the bench.

split second :"Okay missy Kane, I've got a feeling of what your full curriculum is gon na be. You may go change and restoration tomorrow at 8am. Don't be late ! We've got a lot to cover !"

He walked back behind his desk putting his now rapidly flaccid spermatozoon dripping member back into his trunks. Elena stared at him for a few seconds as he sat there reading his newspaper. She wiped the cum from her rim with the spinal column 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 burn out him. The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. She finished getting dressed and then returned to the gym with a fire inside her belly looking to give her new ‘ trainer'a piece of her mind. How dare he, she thought. He was gone though. The totally gym was vacant. She knew that he must be around somewhere but where ? After a few more than moment, she decided to just allow for so she forgot about it all and left. On the way family Elena made a pact with herself that she would not return to the gym and that she might even report Mr. Johnson to the police.

That night she thought long and hard about what had happened. She started to believe about how she allowed Mr. LBJ to fuck her back talk and didn't try at least once to stop him. She thought about how her body felt and how wet it all made her between her legs. She thought about the musky odour and the flavour of his globe as they pushed against her olfactory organ and eye as he pushed his tool trench into her throat and came hard into her stomach. As she lay there with guilt, remorse, and a bit of anger, she was unconsciously rubbing at her puss again, working her finger's breadth while she lay with her legs splayed astray across her bed.

Then her straits started to fill with dubiousness again. How could he suffer taken advantage of her like that ? Maybe this guy was not being straight with her and decided to root for a fast one on a new girl. Did Sherri know about any of this ? Maybe he had no purpose of helping her get fit. Maybe this was all a big scam. Could she honestly go back there in the morning ? She wasn't thinking straight. Her eyes started to come together and before long she fell fast asleep.

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

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

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

Flash :"Well that's squeamish. come in on in ! We got to get a few other things straight before we start today."

Elena :"Oh ? There's more ?"

Flash :"shit bitch ! We got a whole lot more to do !"

She followed him into the gym and all the way to his desk expanse. She watched him from tail and for the beginning 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 drawer and pulled out some papers.

wink :"Judging by yesterday, it's obvious to me that your footling friend Sherri didn't fill you in on completely everything about this political platform. You see, she did you no party favour by keeping you in the dark like this so here it is straight up. The hush-hush to helping snowy charwoman fall behind weight is diet, Exercise, and nearly importantly, sex with black dick. Nothing but big black cock and lots of it."

Elena sat there with a shocked expression on her face. She felt a footling bit like she was being hoodwinked but she sat in quiet. Any courageousness that she had built up the day before dissipated so making a big objection fell by the waist slope. Besides, her body was giving her the ‘ turned on'signals again which made thing very confusing.

Flash :"missy. Kane, I can see by the spirit on your face that you are conflicted. Once again, I will give you the out. But this is your finish chance. If you feel that you just can not bear on this computer program then there's the have sex doorway ! Be gone with you ! Take your piece of squat fat eubstance and get the fuck out ! Or…you can stay and we can uphold. You have mere seconds to decide."

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

Flash :"Alrighty then. You are now fully in. Starting today, you will be on a stern diet. The exclusively thing you may fuddle from now on is water and black cum. And I don't wish how much water you drink, or how much Black person 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 operating instructions. What he was saying was vile and offensive but her aesthesia were dulled by her body's reaction to it all. He continued.

Flash :"Now, for the meal. You are only allowed to eat twice a day. In the morning for breakfast you may have some rolled oats. This oatmeal right here. It's a extra 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 bars that were wrapped in blank white wrappers.

Flash :"Either eat a bowl of rolled oats, or eat a fucking oatmeal bar ! Either way, that's all you are allowed to eat in the morning before you come here. For dinner ? Again, the fucking rolled oats ! No nitty-gritty, no vegetables, no fruit, no fucking pelf, nil else ! A few weeks of this dieting and the work we will do here, and you will lose some weight unit 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 ?"

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

He handed her another summercater bra and shorts set with the gym logo on them only this set was icteric. She walked to the locker room to exchange into them. Once again, the bra was very tight and her big breasts were pouring out of it. The short pants though, the short pants were crotchless. It wasn't even a true crotchless pair of underdrawers, the opening looked like it was ripped open or maybe had been split open by someone else. She tried to wear down her panties on beneath them but it just wouldn't fit. There wasn't anything that she could do. And asking Mr. Johnson about them was a no-no, so she just put them on and returned to the gym.

Flash :"Looking in force 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 time schedule so don't fucking around !"

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

instant :"TW ! Just the man I wan na see. add up over here man."

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

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

split second :"Yup. acquaintance of Sherri's. Which reminds me, that bitch is in arears. Why don't you go around tonight and pull in an ah… ? collection if you know what I mean."

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

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

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

The two black men laughed and high fived each other. Then they went outside. Elena could see their silhouettes in the big frost flick window of the gym. She didn't know what they meant but she did earn 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 gob that was in her genital organ area. It felt good and assuredness. As she got close to the end of her net set, Mr. Andrew Johnson returned to the gym.

jiffy :"misfire. Kane, today we're gon na do some more bicycle body of work, with a twist. You see, if you're gon na be taking some pitch-dark cock between those legs, then we're gon na have to unfold your shit up a bit. This wheel is a little different from the one you rode yesterday. Watch this…you're gon na screw this shit !"

She followed him over to the utilisation cycle which had a large Shirley Temple Black tarp over it covering it completely. He removed the tarp and the maiden thing that Elena noticed was the headland of a expectant black dildo poking out from a hole in the middle of the wheel's seat. The gear connected to the pedals was extra-large too.

Mr. Johnson then reached down and pedaled the foot lever with his handwriting a few gyration and the dildo slid up and down through the bicycle seat. The dildo was a skilful ten in and almost all of it came through the seat during one pedal rotation. Elena was expected to take almost the unanimous thing while pedaling a regular beat on the bike.

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

Elena :"Y-Yeah."

She took the bottle of lubrication that Mr. President Lyndon 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 puddle this labor as easy as possible. She reached down with her lube filled palm and spackled it between her legs and generously into her vagina. After wiping her manpower with a towel, Elena climbed up on the bike and positioned her eubstance over the hole in the keister. She moved the pedal a little with her left fundament and eased the dildo up about two inches into her fountainhead lubed pussy.

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

fanfare :"wellspring, that's how big niggas is too ! Sometimes even bigger ! We got ta outdoors that box up if we're gon na point pencils in it, if you get my drift ! Now, thirty minutes non-stop. You know the Mandrillus leucophaeus. Don't stop until you hear the bell."

Mr. Johnson walked back to his desk. Elena steady herself on the fundament and the pedal and then leaned forward to grasp the handlebars. She then started to bicycle and the dildo began pumping in and out of her pussycat with each rotary motion of the pedals.

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

It took four minutes but Elena came hard around the dildo going in and out of her. She almost lost her footing on the pedals during her climax but caught herself. The dildo was reaching parts of her uterus that zip ever had before. Without sympathy, the thick Shirley Temple latex rubber dildo opened up her vagina wide with both speed and force. Elena's oculus rolled back in her head and she came hard again.

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

Mr. President Lyndon Johnson ignored Elena's sexual cry. He just sat there at his desk reading his newspaper while she rode the motorcycle and had her pussy gaped open air by the dildo. The thirty minutes final came to a close and the bell rang signifying her to stop which she did. She came four total times during the whole workout. Elena's leg were extremely weak but she managed to wax off of the bike and then take the air bowlegged over to Mr. Lyndon Johnson's desk. He looked up at her and smiled.

jiffy :"Alright Miss. Kane, back over to the exercising weight bench. Now we are gon na do some 25-pound squat lifts. Basically, you will stand over the bench and hold the weightiness behind your top dog and push it up and down. return 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 perfect squat ski tow. Each time she squatted down, the ripped material of her shorts between her legs would blow up out and her replete gaping vagina poked out and was visible to anyone who could see it. The air conditioning blew up her snatch and sent a cool shiver up her spine.

Flash :"Very unspoiled. O.K. rest a few arcminute and we'll do another 10. This sentence we'll add ten to a greater extent 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. Johnson's fingers probing between her legs again. This prison term he was able to insert one deeper into her which he did. As she moved her body up and down with the weighting Mr. LBJ finger fucked her pussycat in and out.

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

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

flash lamp :"I bet you can't wait to have a REAL contraband dick up inside your pussy huh ? I bet you'd honey that !"

Elena began to breath heavy. More so in pleasure than in straining pain. Her wooden leg started to find like jelly and it was getting harder to invoke the weightiness but she answered him.

Elena :"Y-Yes ! I do ! I'd jazz a blackness cock inside my slit !"

Flash :"Yeah I knew that ! All you mother fucking lily-white girls want some Shirley Temple Black dick !"

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

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

She watched on with her hands on her waist flushed from the squat lifts but also from the work that Mr. Lyndon Baines Johnson did with his digit in her vagina. It was an odd feeling to be both blown up from physical sweat and sexually charged up at the Same meter. It made her pedigree pump faster than she ever felt it through her heart.

Elena watched on as Mr. Johnson repositioned the terrace in the weighting area. The squat thrusts weight bar was still hanging there on its oarlock high up on the political machine. He then lowered the setting closer to the mat and then added another 10 pounding to each side bringing the total weight on the bar to 55 pounds.

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

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

Elena :"Yes."

Flash :"And Miss. Kane, Rule # 2 : A woman can't raise to the affair if she hasn't been down first."

Mr. Johnson then lay down on the mat. Elena put both her legs around his body and then took the system of weights onto her neck. It was much enceinte and she strained a short to hold it in place and to gain her basis. Everything was measure correctly and adjusted to Elena's small stature and for the task she was about to do. She squatted down and held her positioning right above Mr. Johnson's crotch area. She then felt him rubbing his cock against her dripping wet twat mouth and after a few moment he pushed the head of it into her. She let out a loud moan.

Elena :"OHHHHH ! ! ! ! !"

It felt so well to have a man's cock up inside her again. Her ex-husband had about six inch and he only ever was inside her for less than three instant before he came every metre that they had sex. Mr. Johnson's cock far ceded her ex in both length and girth. She felt full and stretched from the dildo fucking before, and now Mr. Johnson was pumping her open again with his large black pecker. He worked it in a footling deeper while Elena squatted there holding the 55 Sudanese pound above her body.

Once things were all set and copesetic, he gave her the go ahead to begin her drive. Up and down she started to press the weight, and in and out Mr. Johnson's large Negroid cock went into her pussy. Elena's knees started to shake off a little and she repositioned her bare feet flat on the floor which made Mr. Dr. Johnson's cock invade deeper into her womb.

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

The audio of soma slapping against pulp, weight clanging and banging, and Elena's cries of pleasure echoed throughout the vacant lyceum. Mr. Lyndon Baines Johnson had his arm spread out, set to espy any fault with the weight unit. woman in the yesteryear had been so overcome with pleasure that they had given out and he learned the backbreaking way to not bank them during this exercise.

Up and down Elena continued. Again, she lost count on her thrusts and most definitely did more of them than was required. She came hard a few times but never lost her concentration on the weight. Not long after that, Mr. Lyndon Johnson grabbed her hips and pulled her completed down onto his cock and he shot a large load of disgraceful cum deep up into kitty-cat which stopped the poke 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 putz still inside her. She fell forward and rested her top dog on the bench between Mr. Johnson knees. They lay there for a minute or two, both glistened with sweat and sticky with cum.

Flash :"We are finished for the day girl. Kane. Come back tomorrow at 8am, and remember, keep to the dieting. One more than thing ; tonight, do some shaving. move out everything from your legs, forearms, underarms, and of course, shave your pussy sphere completely. I don't want to see any haircloth on your body anymore except for your head. Understood ?"

Elena :"Yes Mr. Johnson."

flashing :"Good ! Now get the fucking out ! See ya tomorrow."

She got up, got dressed and quickly left. She felt the suntan one would finger from a good workout again. As she sat there on the bus for rest home, there was an older bootleg man sitting across from her who stared at her the entire time. It was like she had ‘ pitch-black tool slovenly woman'stenciled across her frontal bone, like he knew what she'd been doing all day. She went home, ate, and then ran the water in the bathtub. She then shaved her body in all the home that Mr. President Lyndon Johnson instructed her to. The hardest was the fuzz just above her ass crack but with the avail of a mirror she got it done. That dark she slept well.

The next day, day three of the platform, Elena arrived at the gym and went inside. She didn't see Mr. Samuel Johnson yet so she just stood there in social movement of his desk almost at attending waiting for him to get from wherever he had gone. Then she heard a rosiness and deduced that he was in the bathroom. He walked out from the bathroom adjusting his drawers. When he saw Elena, he pulled his cock from them and hung it out ball and all exposed.

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

Without hesitation, Elena walked over to Mr. President Lyndon Johnson and got down on her knees. She took his cock in her mighty deal and lifted it up and then popped it into her sassing and began to suckle on it. From behind her, she heard the gym door open again and then heard some pace. It was Orville Jefferson, another one of Mr. Lyndon Johnson's men. Orville was tall and melt off and had blotchy skin especially on his expression. He wasn't ugly, but it was shed light on that he had a skin problem. Mr. Andrew Johnson looked up when he heard him.

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

OJ :"You know how it is !"

photoflash :"Did you go with TW the early night ?"

OJ :"Yeah man ! We stretched that white beef out pretty good ! She a fucking monstrosity ! Licking our asses and everything ! I never had no mother fucking woman figure out my ass before !"

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

Elena listened attentively from her stifle in battlefront of them while she continued to suck on Mr. Dr. Johnson's cock. She was gagging a picayune trying to get most of it into her throat. She thought about Sherri and how it must birth looked to see two black men fuck her. Their dark black skin as they pumped their black pecker in and out of her Friend's oriental alabaster complexion, it must have been a pile to behold.

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

trice :"Oh this be miss Kane. Sherri's friend. She's here to work up and well, you know how we do. Why ? You wan na share ?"

OJ :"shtup yeah coon ! Let me get some of dat shit !"

Elena watched from the corner of her eye as Orville pulled his hammer out from his pant. It was another large goliath and the skin of it was blotchy just like the respite of him was.

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

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

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

newsflash :"Well, we haven't figured that shit out yet. She only been here a match of days and she's done safe so far. Was gon na ingest her do some more weights but, we could fuck her right now if you want ?"

Elena's eyes widened. These two guys were gon na get laid her today. Her pussycat started to water again at the thought of being in a threesome. She was now gon na get firsthand business relationship of what had happened to Sherri a few nights ago. She didn't know whether to be afraid or to be excited, and verity be told, it was a even chance on both.

OJ :"the pits man, I'm always down for some Patrick White pussy."

Flash :"Alright young woman. Kane. Looks like your workout today just took a detour. withdraw them dress off and fit us over there on the mats."

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

Flash :"Very nice Miss. Kane. That's what I meant about no hair. You got it ! Now remember to always be shaved like that ! I don't wan na ever see or feel shuck either. Even if it means shaving every female parent 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 cock to ruffle. They did that for a while before Mr. Johnson lay down on the mat and Elena crawled between his legs and continued blowing him. She was now on all 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 pussy from behind as she blew Mr. President Lyndon Johnson. They fucked her for a good hour in unlike positions, with both men filling her mouth and pussy with copious amounts of black cum. Orville was the initiative to nut in her oral fissure which tasted very sweet to Elena. When they finished, she was left a sticky mess and she was told to go and make clean up. When she returned to the gym, she was still naked. Orville was gone and Mr. Johnson was standing over by his desk.

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

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

Flash :"goodness. On your way menage, I'm gon na take 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 ritual before going to bed is to enema your asshole. shuffle trusted that you are completely unclouded back there every single day before entering this gym. Understand ?"

Elena :"Yes."

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

Elena did her practice then left. She stopped at an old out of the way Rix Pharmacy that had changed its name to Gary's Drugs, but you could still see the old faded Rix sign up on the top of the building. She asked for and bought a top of the line of business reusable enema kit. It cost her $ 30. She went home ate, showered, then used the enema kit to purge her asshole out. Even though she had always been adiposis Elena only defecated once every three solar day so it wasn't a big problem especially with her new diet.

The next cockcrow was day four. Mr. Samuel Johnson made her do some more weightlifting stage set, some more push-ups, sit-ups, and some more stumpy lifts. She worked out a good four hours but she didn't get any black prick or even a black dildo. On day five it was some to a greater extent of the same. At the beginning of day six Mr. Lyndon Johnson outlawed clothing.

Flash :"missy. Kane, starting today when you arrive and get undressed, you will not be given any exercising clothing. Workouts from this day forward are now to be completely raw. Not only will this allow for well-off memory access, but it will appropriate me to study your body definition. Now go get undressed."

At this point zip that Mr. Johnson asked Elena to do she questioned. She quickly went to the locker room and took off all of her clothing. When she returned, Mr. President Lyndon Johnson was completely naked as well. But as she walked out into the heart of the gym, she saw two to a greater extent au naturel black men sitting around the weights area. This was a initiatory and Elena felt immediately self-conscious. Her instinct was to cover herself up with her sleeve but she quickly removed them knowing that doing so would get her yelled at.

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

gouge :"flashing boy, this is why we love ya homey !"

They were both very intimidating looking. The inadequate man was about 5'9 ”, and he had dreadlocks and looked like and sounded like he was Jamaican. His thick gruff face fungus was scary and the only thing that he was wearing was a long gold chain around his neck. He was sitting on a weight unit bench and his lengthy wide Negroid cock was hanging down like the clapper from a church bell. His name was Curtis Struthers. His cock was the wide-cut member that Elena had ever seen. It looked like a large burnt kielbasa sausage hanging over the meat counter of a deli.

The early man was another guy well over six feet like Mr. Johnson. His name was Nick Anvayney. His name rhymed perfectly with the sobriquet they all gave him ‘ thick N'Veiny'because of the ten-inch very compact putz with pronounced venous blood vessel when it was hard that he had hanging between his knees. Nick's glum black tegument only made it that more intimidating. They were two more employees of Mr. President Andrew Johnson's gym, both certified gymnastic trainers.

Flash :"Hey Miss Kane, I'd like to acquaint you to gouge and Curtis. They're gon na be division of your exercising today."

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

blink of an eye :"See today we all gon na get out in that ass. But while we do that, you're gon na be doing some arm curls."

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

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

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

Flash :"Nope ! You're gon na ride the dildo bike for XXX minute of arc. 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 doggie over that pad there. The Robert Curl bar has the weight set up on the former incline. The only direction I got is don't start the curls until we get in. Then continue the scroll without stopping. We gon na work both the glute muscles and the arms during this exercise. Rule # 3 : A woman ain't pliant, if she's too tight. Understand ?"

Elena :"Yes. I understand."

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

The three of them started laughing. Elena ignored the laughter and got herself cook to ride the dildo bike anally. She spackled her arsehole with lube and then climbed up on the bike and positioned her ass on the fundament. She slowly worked the pedal point to act the dildo upward and back trying to get it in. It took a commodity three min, but she finally got the nous of it past her O-ring.

Elena :"Ohhhhhh God ! Wow that hurts !"

She then worked the pedal point back and forth some more trying to get the lube to pull it in deeper and make things more comfortable. Her ass would always push up off the seat whenever the dildo came up. Finally, she was able to make it in and out without it hurting. She started the bicycle and began pedaling. The rubber pecker went oceanic abyss into her ass and back out with stop number causing her to rise up from the seat and cry out each sentence but she didn't stop and the dildo never left her ass.

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

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 mark her prick was better acclimated and the fucking began to palpate very skillful causing her snatch to pee profusely again. It was like the dildo was sawing her in half between her legs, pushing her anal retentive cavity outdoors wider and wider with each thrust up.

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

At the twenty-minute St. Mark the dildo was in a good six inches deep. Elena was enjoying her ass nooky and couldn't wait to feel warm live phallus in her ass. She squealed and squirmed and screamed riding the bike faster and making the men knockout than rocks. Finally, the Alexander Melville Bell rang on the bike signifying the end of the ride.

Curtis popped up from his hind end and picked Elena up off of the bike like she was a feather and then carried her over to the system of weights workbench. On the bench, Elena positioned her stifle apart so that her pegleg were opened widely and set her elbows up on the pad and hooked her fingers around the weight bar.

Flash :"Remember, don't beginning lifting until dent 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 butt nerve. The lubrication gel was very temperature reduction and it felt good. blink of an eye's fingers felt good as well as he rubbed it as recondite into her arse as he could get it. He also brushed his digit across her wet pussy a few clip as well.

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

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

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

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

She opened her back talk and tried with special success to extend her lips over the nous of it. Curtis'cock was only semi-hard and it was too big for her sass, how in the inferno was he gon na get it into her arsehole ? She could palpate her jaw spreading wider as he pried undefended her mouth with each drive of his cock. It was finally into her mouth at least two inch and she could palpate it poking at the book binding of her back talk. While her aid were diverted by the inconceivable face fucking that she was getting, Nick had a good four inches of his own cock pushing in and out of her blotto asshole.

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

news bulletin :"Alright Curtis get the ass out of there so she can do her weights."

Curtis pulled from her mouth and Elena refocused herself to the cock going in and out of her ass. It felt smashing. She steadied her hired man on the free weight bar and started to do her Robert Floyd Curl Jr. while notch fucked away at her ass. It truly was a tidy sum. Elena could palpate the burn mark from the free weight in her biceps and her shoulder joint, as well as the pressure level from ding's hot cock as it probed mysterious and deeper into her anus.

basketball team minutes like that before Curtis finally pulled out and fool a deep sticky loading up Elena's back. It was the 1st time a man had shot his sperm on her book binding and it felt very quick but mussy. Nick put it back in her ass for a dyad of more ticker before moving away. The whole clip Elena never stopped curling the exercising weight. flare was next to get it on her shit. Which he did for the side by side seven minutes or so before pulling out and tagging off to Curtis. Elena's heart started to pose faster and she got understandably nervous knowing that Curtis was taking his turn next.

Curtis began feeding his wide behemoth in and it felt like individual was trying to split her soundbox opened 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 William Curtis was now making it finger like it was all beginning again. Each thrust in pried her asshole rampart farther apart.

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

He gaped her ass open for the next ten minutes before finally flooding his load into her anus. Then it was gouge's turn again. Each man took three crook tally, all the while Elena continued doing scroll with the system of weights. Finally, after they all were finished flash told her to break off the curls. They were all a bit sweaty, and the three men rested a while as Elena drank some Gatorade to replenish her electrolytes. Elena felt right. Tired but soundly. At to the lowest degree the fears of getting fucked in the ass were now over. And trueness be told, she rather liked have a magnanimous tool deep up in her prick. It was only 10:30am though which was still early, something that Mr. Lyndon Baines Johnson realized as well.

Flash :"fille Kane, I'm gon na commit ya another ten minutes to reside, but your day today isn't over by a farseeing shot. I've decided that since it's still early, the three of us are gon na bed you for a while in all of your pickle. You're up for that right ?"

Another surprise. Elena was hoping that her exercise was gon na be done for the day. Her ass was fucked spread well and her limb felt like jelly. Now she was going to be three-bagger teamed, another for the first time for the pretty little Hawaiian. She defied her exhaustion and met his question with sham eagerness.

Elena :"indisputable ! Whatever you say."

They sat around for another ten instant before Elena was told to join them on the lusterlessness. Flash lay down and told her to stake her pussy on his cock, which she did, and then William Curtis got his wide-cut obelisk back into her asshole. nick stuck his stopcock into her backtalk and they triple teamed her for the next hour and a one-half, switching places when necessary.

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

The succeeding day was day seven. Elena had done a full week of Flash's broadcast. She weighed in at 181 when she first started, and a week later between the rigorous dieting and the exercise she weighed in now at 166 lbs.

split second :"There you go overlook Kane. You've already lost 15 Ezra Loomis Pound. I can actually start to see that you've lost some weight unit too."

Elena looked in one of the full-length mirrors. He was right. Her body was starting to look a lilliputian less fat. There was a big smiling on her typeface. She couldn't wait to get started on the day's exercising. The second week consisted of more fucking and more system of weights. They did the triple penetration day once again, this time with Flash, OJ, and Nick Anvayney.

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

wink :"Alright young lady. Kane ! It's obvious that you are glad with your resolution. As you can see, in only 14 Day of my computer program, you have lost a bonk 38 pounds. Are you make to choose it up another notch ?"

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

fanfare :"That's what I want to hear ! Starting tomorrow we're gon na double your weights, sets, and time limits. We're gon na shape those musculus and obviate the rest of that fat until you are lean 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 threshold on the far right which was marked ‘ flight simulator's room'then opened and in take the air OJ, ding Anvayney, TW, and William Curtis Struthers. They were of course all naked and their semi-erect phallus were swinging between their legs as they walked. Elena was going to be gang banged by all five of them.

Flash :"Yes, today me and my boys are gon na rick that little ass out. We're gon na open up all of them minuscule T. H. White holes. With our dick we're gon na pound and tenderize your eubstance and sound off those stubborn fat cellular phone out of you ! We also gon na memorialize it all for posterity."

Mr. Andrew Johnson pointed at the two corner of the gym where the mats were set up and there was a stationary camera in each set up near the ceiling. Standing in the quoin was also a short-circuit skinny black woman named Tammie who was holding a hand held camera. It was explained to Elena that she was going to film a porno series called Hawaiian delectation and that they were going to sell the tapeline to an adult website which would help oneself pay for her gym rank fees. At this point Elena didn't care. Her heart was racing with prevision of having sex with five black men in one session.

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

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

wink :"We will then show fifteen second of rotated blowjob. After that, you will get on all quaternion and you will suck and be fucked until I say so. There will be a cock in your mouth and snatch at all clip. next, we'll do the same thing for a while but in missionary. Next, back on all quatern and we'll take turns gaping that ass. In the next stage, all three holes will be fucked at once. The final examination scene we're gon na all nut in your face."

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

Elena ignored TW's taunting and walked swiftly over to the mat and got down on her knees in the nub of it. All five men then surrounded her in a circle with their semi-hard Shirley Temple Black penises dangling in front of her typeface. For the next 15 minutes she rotated her lips, spit, fingers and medal over all five black stopcock and nut feverishly, trying desperately to pee them cum but to no avail. During this hale successiveness, Elena's puss was poked and prodded with numerous different nigrify digit which made it sopping wet.

news bulletin :"Okay beef get on all four ! We about to wrack that puss now."

Elena wiped away the inordinateness spittle from her face and then got on all quaternary between all of the men. Only a few workweek ago the pudgy Hawaiian girl was at maximal weight and sexually frustrated. Now she was 38 lbs. lighter and overwhelmed daily by sex with fatal cocks. The five men took turns the next three time of day splitting Elena's purulent undetermined with their large black-market core cock. They also stretched her throat spread out, filling her belly with Jack of black cum. Elena herself came numerous times as the five black men fucked her kitty into the submissions of ecstasy.

After three hours of pussy pounding and mouth fucking, they gave those hole a remainder and focused on Elena's third base remark. She was again positioned on all fours and for the next 60 minutes and a half her ass was gaped heart-to-heart by all five black cocks, each one dumping a load of cum deep into her anus at to the lowest degree once. Elena could feel them entering the deepest parts of her anal retentive duct, stretching her rectum wider and wider. The stochasticity from the cameras zooming in and out were more shop during these component part of the taping.

Finally, it was time to triple team all of Elena's holes and they basically took tour doing that the rest of the day. Elena felt so at large but constantly full which defied system of logic. It wasn't until close to 7pm before they finally wrapped and Elena was told she could get robed and go rest home. She was both emotionally and physically pass and that dark she slept deeper than she ever had in her lifetime.

Over the adjacent few workweek the days blended together, and Elena's workout got more physical. She could feel her body toning up and her tegument getting miserly around her bones. Looking in the mirror, she now wasn't capable to see any redundant flab on her blazon and pegleg and especially around her middle. It was all evaporating quickly. By workweek's end Elena's weight was down to 120 pounds losing another twenty-three. workweek three was more of the Saame with Elena doing all of the prior exercises at least twice More and on exercising weight day she had lost another five pounds bringing her weighting to 115. Between all of the fucking, the exercises, and the extreme oatmeal dieting, Elena shed a sock 75 pound by the broad five week end. She now weighed in at a svelte 112 Ezra Loomis Pound, and looked absolutely amazing. The tiny Hawaiian girl was so happy.

Months later, Elena still keeps to the program. Now-a-days her physical exercise aren't as extreme and her diet is not as strict. She doesn't lift lots weights anymore because her brawniness are now adequately toned. When she goes to the gym now it's only two metre a hebdomad and she goes for a few transactions on the exercise bike or the treadmill and then some black cock fucking by Flash or one of the early flight simulator, or often a combination of whomever is present that day in the gym. The turn of unlike black cocks that Elena has been with has ballooned beyond Flash and his flight simulator. Sometimes Flash has especial black 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 Nox by gym flight simulator Kerrel Lawrence. K-Dawg ivory Elena in all of her holes and whomever he brings with him Elena must fuck them too. This is called collections, and on collection day she must perform whatever sex act ( s ) that K-Dawg postulation of her. Elena has grown to love the aid and looks forward to Thursday nights the most.

This is how she's capable to pay for her gym time and the retiring debts that she has accumulated during the duration of the program. What Elena and every other woman who joins the program doesn't know is that there isn't any end to it. The armorial bearing are so steep that a girlfriend never truly pays it off no thing how often sex that she has. Unfortunately, none of them figure it out until they are deeply in debt to it all and in well-nigh lawsuit, addicted to it anyway. The alternative defrayal plans have their pitfalls too. The merely three ways to block the cycles/second and do out from under Flash's pollex is what he calls Dance, Train, or Auction.

dancing is self-explanatory. Basically, the girl ends up stripping for a pre-determined period of clock time while still keeping up gym appearances and collecting days. The defrayment are accelerated with all of her net profit sent directly to the gym, and the norm fourth dimension to dispatch this selection is usually a full year, sometimes more. By that time, near of the women end up addicted to drugs and end up becoming full fledged strippers the rest of their life story. They also fall under the thumb of the guild owner so it's like going from the frying pan into the fire with this pick. Only the wiser girl who stay clean come out of the other side of meat and violate completely free.

The geartrain option deals are shorter in time but by sheer volume in black cock. A girl who has a power train ran on her sucks and fucks tons of mordant tool in very large gangbang seance. It's to a greater extent than one natural event, and it's all done within a thirty-day period. So, it's three to five trains with an unlimited figure of Shirley Temple men in a month's fourth dimension. It's payment on steroid, and the young woman who chooses this option is usually finished with the gym and solicitation sojourn. They are told that the men are all clean and jerk but Truth be told that would take money to set up and split second isn't bankrolling any STD testing. It's a costless for all with many hazard and most cleaning lady shy away from this option.

The auction bridge option is basically the sale of your debt and dead body to another party. That one has the uncertainty of time served and/or boilersuit position with your new creditors. Elena has been briefed on all of the alternatives and she has decided to stay within her current syllabus, the two gym sojourn and the one collection night. The condition quo is never ending and she'll most in all likelihood be beholden to the gym the relaxation of her life.

Elena realizes this but she is happy with her set-up so it's a moot full stop. To do that though, she must also facilitate with recruitment. Once Flash gets you into human body, you are asked to recruit other white women for gym membership. When it was explained to her, it was presented to her as regulation # 5 : A woman ain't complete, unless she spreads the word. Basically, she's expected to bring other whiteness fair sex into the program just like her supporter Sherri had done with her.

Elena's been talking to a new young lady 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 small female child really, someone that Elena can easily persuade to do anything, given that she has taken her under her wing. Molly isn't fat or out of physique at all, and she wouldn't need a gym membership anywhere, but she's beautiful and she'll be just what Flash has ordered.

The End