The cab driver watched hungrily as the umbrella holding Elena Kane stepped over the puddle at the base of the bridle on her way from his cab to the entrance of the gym. The old black man had been stealing looks at the now thin and pretty Hawaiian smasher the whole drive in his rear-view mirror as she sat with her farsighted beautiful legs crossed exposing her speed thigh in the back seat of his cab. One last-place facial expression at those legs as they sashayed into the edifice was sure enough to render some in good order spank-bank material during a few future rub and tug sessions for the old black man.

Elena wasn't always this fit though. In fact, she was a good 75 pounds overweight for about of her adult life. The 32-year-old beauty had spent the by year working out at newsflash's physical fitness Factory, adhering to a strict and unique physical fitness regimen that has allowed her to shed the Lebanese pound systematically and form Elena's consistency into a curvy delight to any man's eyes.

Growing up in Hawaii and raised by a Polynesian mother and a Caucasic male parent, the 4'10"shortsighted girl with the moderately face and dark curtly hair was always tragically overweight. At her profound, Elena would tip the scales at 187 lbf. which given her short height would make her looking at like a roly-poly minuscule ball of flesh. It always was a major generator of Elena's low self-esteem because she truly wasn't really a sound eater. The food she ate wasn't the tidy but it wasn't like she was frequenting the degenerate solid food drive-thru either.

Elena's weight was also a major job in her three-year failed marriage too. Her now ex-husband peter used to beleaguer her mercilessly and cruelly which culminated the doomed labor union into divorce. She was 26 at the time and Aloha State became a place that Elena just didn't want to be anymore. She decided to move 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 admirer from oeuvre Sherri Kimbelsen began raving about a unique and successful gym in the Willowbrook field that catered specifically to corpulence women, and helped them shed unwanted Syrian pound. Sherri seemed very adamant about Elena giving this particular political platform a try. The sell job was really strong-growing and well-rehearsed.

Elena :"I don't know Sherri. Isn't Willowbrook a bad area ? I mean, isn't there's a lot of bunch there ? Mostly black single 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 dear 25 pounds heavier, and no thing what I did I just couldn't lose that weight. Then I went to Flash Johnson's gym and within weeks I looked like this."

She put her arms out in acoustic projection of her fit soma. Sherri was beautiful and looked as physically fit as a super-model would look. Everywhere that she went men were always hitting on her. Elena never saw Sherri out with a man which was a footling odd, but she always would attract attention especially from the bosses in work. She stood at 5'8 ”, 113 lbs. with 34-22-32 measure, long blonde tomentum halfway down her back, and the longest stage showcased by the types of luxuriously cad that she always wore. Sherri was a bombshell, the typical Cali smoking hot blonde, and she always dressed that way too, wearing short skirt and cleavage showing blouses.

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

Sherri :"Stop it ! You are a very passably girl. All you've got to do is lose the weight. I'm telling you, go see flash. He'll help you out. After a few weeks of his program you won't believe how great you'll look. It's a life changer."

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

In an effort to retain a refreshing image among their guest, the companionship that staffed the secretarial pool gave the dame employed with them a yearly five-week vacation breach. It was a nice benefit that wasn't uncouth with other companies but it did curiosity for the women who worked for them. It also stocked their clients with a revolving door of fresh faces which made a business looking at like it employed a lot more people than it really had. It made them look successful.

Sherri :"expert estimate ! Five weeks of Flash is exactly what you could use. I guarantee that you come back as a new woman."

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

Sherri's cheek changed a niggling to a looking at of veto surprise. Then she quickly smiled to pass over up what she was thinking. She knew that once Elena started the political platform that she wouldn't have any time to go out to nine and political party. In fact, there was a lot that Sherri wasn't telling her that Elena would soon find out. Never-the-less, she promised.

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

That conversation was on a Wednesday. The play along Sunday morning and a day into her service break, Elena put on a couple of sweat pants and a loose-fitting sweatshirt and a duet of white fink. She decided to go to Willowbrook to check out Flash's gym. Twenty minutes later after exiting a bus and walking a few closure, she stood in forepart of Flash's Fitness Factory. It was a very begrimed looking property on the corner of an L-shaped mini strip mall future to a run-down liquor storage. The people on the street walking by her were all calamitous, and standing there in her sweats she for sure stuck out like a sore pollex. Finally, she summoned the courage to go inside.

inside, there was a tranquillity and deserted gym with a few dustup of different exercise machines lined up. It was a pretty big room that had a big receptive expanse after the simple machine, and way at the vertebral column of it all was a desk with a marvellous mesomorphic blackamoor man sitting at it. Elena looked down at her metrical unit and swallowed, then walked through the vacate gym towards the man. The squeak on the floor from her snitch echoed off the gym paries, but the big opprobrious man never looked up at her from his paper until she was right in front of his desk.

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

His part was very crusty and garish and it caught Elena off guard. She didn't know that Sherri had already told him about her. She stood there a bit nervous and a little chagrined and didn't say anything.

Flash :"You're not a piece of ass deaf-and-dumb person, are you ? You're Elena Kane, right ?"

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

Flash :"wellspring fucking answer me when I ask you a question ! Now let me see, Sherri was right. You DO make a pretty face. Much prettier than most. confine on a second… ..."

He bent down and reached into a lower drawer of the filing cabinet behind his chair and pulled out a pink sports bra and shorts set with the gym's logotype on them. He then turned back around and tossed them on the desk in figurehead of Elena.

flash lamp :"Here ya go, go in that locker room over there and alteration into these. I got ta see what I've got here and with that Grey lusus naturae you got on, I can't see anything. Besides, we gon na do a few weightiness today and you're gon na need something rigorous on."

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

Inside the locker room, Elena found an empty cabinet and then got undressed and began to put on the sportswoman bra first. Her 34D breasts hardly fit in it and it barely stretched over her large nipples which were hard and predominantly poking through the tight pink spandex textile. It pushed her breasts up and together like a wonder bra would and pointed her rock-hard nipples straight forward which was a bit embarrassing and revealing. The rear end of her dumbbell stuck out of it a trivial as well showing ample under boob, and there just wasn't a way to stretch the material completely over them.

The trunks on the former hand were a whole former cephalalgia. She tried to put them on over her underwear but just couldn't because of the blotto fit. She eventually decided to just dispatch her scanty and go ranger hoping that the gym well laundered its vesture. As she pulled the shorts up to her waist, she felt the seat of them wedge closely and thick into her ass crack. She spent a few minutes trying to adjust the short in place but to no avail.

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

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

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

Flash :"young woman Kane, it looks like I've got to be blunt. So here it is…the stale hard facts. YOU are a fat bitch ! My job is to make you NOT a fat cunt ! Everything that you have tried on your own in the past obviously hasn't worked, because you are STILL a fat bitch ! looking 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 fucking room access ! Get the fuck out and break off wasting my time ! You're at the first of all crossroad Elena, so, spend a penny up your mind right now !"

Elena was shocked by his dullness. But as meanspirited as he was, he was the right way. Everything she had tried in the past to serve herself fall behind weight unit had failed and failed miserably. She wanted to be lean. She needed this and she knew it. Maybe this was a critical point in her aliveness and she needed to spend more meter thinking on it all but standing in social movement of this big fatal and coarse gym trainer she felt pressured and intimidated.

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

Elena :"I'm sorry. I'm just a little frightened is all. I want to start your computer programme"

Flash :"Alright then. Sorry I yelled, but sometimes it's the simply way to get through to mass. It won't be the foremost time I yell at you either. Get used to it, and please take it all personal. The only way that you're gon na vary your life is to remember that your life story suction as it is right now. So, it IS personal. Let it cut through to your fondness and together we will turn all this shit around ! Now, in the hebdomad to come you will do whatever I say, when I say it, and how I say it without any questions. I don't give a fuck what I ask you to do, you gon na do it ! Do you feel me ?"

Elena :"Y-yes."

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

She removed the towel and stood there pouring out of the tight pinko athletics bra and shorts. newsbreak came around from his desk with a clipboard in his hand and started to walk slowly around her with a look of report across his face. The man was immense. He was easily over six feet and his sinew definition made him reckon very wide and imposing. The T-shirt and shorts he was wearing were tight like another layer of cutis spread over his dark-mocha colored eubstance. The man was an genus Adonis. He then reached out and put his mitt on her left boob which startled her a little.

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

He rolled the nipple of her breast through the bra between his thumb and fore finger as he spoke. She could feel it getting even harder as a rush of electricity flooded through her trunk ; stimulated from his hint. He then walked behind her and gave her left ass impudence a grueling smack which not only stung but sent the said electricity, as well as pain, shooting low temperature and libertine through her.

Elena :"Ouch ! What was that for ?"

flashbulb :"Relax infant. Just checking on your anal density."

Elena :"Anal density ?"

instant :"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 compactness ? Elena began to finger a little confused. She stood there watching this giant star smutty man circle her half naked body making hands-on critical review of it, touching her in inappropriate topographic point, and scribbling things on his clipboard. It was a little bit humiliating and weird, but for some unknown region reason to her it was also erotic which made no sense. adjacent, he bent down in forepart of her and put his allow for hand in her crotch area. He dragged his fingers across her inner thigh and then across the material of the shorts against her pubic cumulation. The sexual electricity again raced through her rakehell. He was basically fondling her.

ostentation :"Not bad. A little bit thunderous on the thigh, but we can fix all of that. Go stand on that ordered series over there. We got ta get a beginning weight. And remove those shoes. All my trainee squawk work out barefooted."

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

Flash :"darn Miss. Kane ! For a very short charwoman that's a perdition of a lot of exercising weight ! For a miss your height I could wee TWO bitches out of all that flab ! I see that we got our study cut out for us. First thing we gon na do today is the bike. Now, it's all set up to the specifications that I want for you. So, go on over and ride that fucking bike for thirty arcminute !"

Elena :"You mean…now ?"

twinkling :"No…next calendar week. YES, fucking now ! Get your white ass over there and do the 30 ! You're here to make out and misplace 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 exercise. Being overweight that was understandable. She had never been yelled at by soul as big as Mr. Johnson. It terrified her. It also turned her on a little to have a big and right man forcefully tell her what to do. In some way it made her find like individual cared about her, even if he was doing so with sharp vulgarity.

wink :"Oh…and Miss. Kane ; that's XXX straight min. Don't arrest for nothing ! You keep those pedal point going non-stop. There's a doorbell that will telephone on the bike that will tell you when you are finished. Until you hear that bell…don't fucking stop !"

Elena got on the wheel. The seat of it was a little bit high, and the handlebars were a bit lower making her body lean a lot forward. Mr. Johnson obviously knew of her altitude because he had the bike set to her soundbox precisely. She could make the pedal and everything and aside from the position forward and the graininess of the pedals on her bare feet, she felt pretty comfortable. She slowly started pedaling. There was some resistance but it wasn't anything that she couldn't handle. After a few min, she could really get going to feel the burning in her leg, her hips, and some numbness on her fingers and arms. The sweat started to pour and Elena got into a good riding rhythm.

By the twenty-minute mark, she started to puff and puff. Her wooden leg were tired and she couldn't feel anything in her subdivision anymore. Now she was watching the timer silently cheering on the thirty-minute mark to come waiting for the end. She tried to call back of other affair. She thought about her friend Sherri and wondered how she happened to incur this particular gym. It didn't really matter how Sherri found the gym she just looked amazing. Always tight beautiful and radiant. If Elena could work herself to even half the contour that Sherri was in, it would be a victory she thought.

The instant ticked down and finally the ship's bell rang on the motorcycle. She stopped pedaling and leaned back on the tail. She felt spent as the sweat poured out from every pore on her body. She sat there for a few minutes waiting for the feelings to return in both her arms and legs. Finally, she gingerly got off the bike and walked across the gym back to Mr. Johnson's desk where he sat reading his paper.

Flash :"Okay fille. Kane, arrive on over to the judiciary over here and let's see how much free weight you can press. We'll start with 5 reps of 25 pounds."

Elena :"Reps ?"

instant :"Yeah motherfucker reps ! We work out here at wink's Fitness manufactory ! This ain't like all those other fucking gymnasium, those cooky ship's boat that have you just run on a salt mine and shucks ! You're gon na sweat here misfire. Kane ! We got five workweek to lash your small bufflehead ass into shape, and we gon na do it ! You dig ?"

Elena :"How did you have it away I had five calendar week off from employment ?"

Flash :"Never fucking nous 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 gift me some reps on this here motorcar !"

Elena sat on the bench and stretched out on it on her back. Her leg were still sore but her subdivision felt better than a few minutes ago. Flash stood near her nous to tell apart her, and when she looked up, she glimpsed the big bulge emanating from his spandex shorts located almost right there about two understructure above her face. It was impressively large and looked like he had a minuscule beast stuffed in his shorts. How big was this guy's member ? She tried to not notice it, but wasn't achieving her end. She continued to stare at it while she pressed the weights up and down. Five repp and done, and her center never left his bulge.

fanfare :"Very trade good. OK relax, I'm gon na up the weight unit a little bit."

He bent forward and reached around and added more weight to the bar. As he did so, his spandex-clad rooster got a lot close to Elena's side. finish enough that she could smell the musky smell of it. It wasn't an unpleasant olfactory property, in fact, it was quite an nice and very pungent. Elena stared at it and could see the outline of its length through the spandex cloth. She could sense herself getting turned on.

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

She again started to lift the weights. It was a little heavier with the extra pounds but she pushed it up and down with congener informality. The whole time she couldn't keep her eyes off of the orotund spandex-clad piece of meat that was hanging in a total darkness spandex hammock just above her face. Again, somehow, she got through it without incident.

instant :"Very good fille. Kane. okey, on this following set we are gon na prove your dexterity and power, as well as your power to focus. Nothing should trouble you from finishing your quest. The weighting will outride the same but I want three hardening of 10. Remember, DO NOT break your concentration."

Elena :"Okay."

Mr. President Andrew Johnson walked to the former end of the bench down by her feet. He strapped both of her substructure down at the ankles to each leg of the bench. The bench was a niggling bit wide than a standard weight unit bench, about a good XXX inches spacious which once her ankle joint were strapped down her pegleg were spread open to their maximum. He also fastened a strap around her waist locking her whole torso to the bench.

Elena :"Why are you doing that ?"

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

Elena :"I…I didn't mean…"

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

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

The feeling was amazing and very distracting, and making it concentrated to do her rep, but she defiantly didn't let it interrupt what she was doing. Towards the end of the arcsecond set of 10 rep she arched her back as a lot as the strap around her waist would allow while Mr. Johnson dug his fingers into her vagina through her drawers. He even poked his finger into the material of the boxershorts and into her vagina a good inch or so too. Elena's clit was responding to it and driving her crazy, but she didn't suspension concentration which was pretty impressive. He removed his fingers from her genitalia area as she returned the bar back up to the rack.

wink :"Very nice Miss. Kane. You're a spry report. Relax a few more minutes, I'll be right on back."

Elena lay their purge. Flushed because of her workout and flushed because of the unscheduled fingering that she had just received. It had been a yearn while since a man touched her in that way. She almost forget how expectant that it felt. For the next five instant she relaxed and caught her breath and regained her composure. As her composure began to return, feelings of violation started to crawl into her caput. Did this man that she just met under an hour ago seriously just molest her ?

She thought again about her beautiful light-haired office admirer. Was this how she too had gotten in shape ? A picture of Sherri lying on the exercising weight terrace getting fingered by Mr. President Lyndon Johnson then fabricated into her head and Elena's pussy started to leak again. The thought of Sherri's beautiful peg tied down to the bench and Mr. Lyndon Baines Johnson fingering her friend's pussy made her stomach do insolent flops too. She couldn't help but rub her own puss through her shorts thinking about her hot friend going through the Saami experience. Before she knew it, Mr. Johnson returned with a weird looking wrench in his right hand. She pulled her hand out from between her legs and hoped that He hadn't seen what she was just doing.

trice :"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 time his package was positioned a few inches from her cheek, closer than it was before. He then stepped back and pulled the side of meat of the Bench and it rose about a human foot higher from the floor with Elena still on it. By doing this, her legs pulled tighter towards the bottom of the terrace because her base were still tied to the peg of it and her pes bottoms rose from the gym floor. The but persona of her ft touching the level now was her toes.

Mr. Lyndon Johnson then made another readjustment behind her head and the end of the bench went down a few inches and her question moved down with it too. It was like she was laying on a bed with her school principal hanging off of the side of it. Elena's entire body looked like it was on a rack being stretched and her muscle in her hips legs and torso were expanded. She felt helpless without any way to move with everything tied down and stretched except for her arms.

flashbulb :"okey, another two sets of 10 rep. Remember to never die concentration. naught should reach you stop your reps. And Miss Kane…also call up this……rule # 1 : A cleaning lady can't breathe if she can't expand."

She had no clue what he was talking about. ruler # 1 ? What did that even mean ? Again, she started to do weight rep with the bar It was a little more unmanageable with her head teacher positioned miserable than the way it was before. On the fourth part rep, she heard Mr. Dr. Johnson moving around outside of her eyeshot. He then came into view only this clock time his bulge was completely hanging lax out of his short. His cock was Brobdingnagian, a lot bigger than she had imagined it would be. Her optic got really big and before she could say anything, he took it in his hand and positioned it at her lips. She tried to close her mouth but he pushed the capitulum of it past her lips 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 incite away from him. Deeper and deeper he pushed his black bone into her mouth as she gagged and gasped for air. Her optic started to water as well as he fucked her boldness with his cock. She lost count on how many repp she was doing with the weight bar but she didn't think she should stop until she was told to.

After a good ten minutes, she felt his cock start to pulsate and then a few seconds later she could taste his sperm as it filled her oral cavity and drizzled down her opened-up throat into her stomach. Between her leg was becoming a drenched mess. Mr. Johnson pulled out from her oral fissure and then helped her spot the weight unit back up on its holders on the machine. She just lay there trying to catch her breath for a few minutes. Her subdivision felt like jelly and her mouth felt sore and stretched. She still could taste the salty taste of spermatozoon in her mouth which was better tasting than she expected it to be. Then after a few minutes Mr. Johnson untied her articulatio talocruralis from the bench.

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

He walked back behind his desk putting his now rapidly flabby sperm dripping member back into his boxershorts. Elena stared at him for a few seconds as he sat there reading his newsprint. She wiped the cum from her lip with the dorsum 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 shove along 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 render her new ‘ trainer'a piece of her mind. How dare he, she thought. He was gone though. The completely gym was vacant. She knew that he must be around somewhere but where ? After a few more minutes, 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 account Mr. Johnson to the law.

That night she thought long and hard about what had happened. She started to think about how she allowed Mr. Lyndon Johnson to fuck her rima oris 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 stage. She thought about the musky odor and the feeling of his clod as they pushed against her pry and heart as he pushed his cock deep into her pharynx and came hard into her belly. As she lay there with guiltiness, remorse, and a bit of ire, she was unconsciously rubbing at her pussy again, working her finger's breadth while she lay with her pegleg splayed wide across her bed.

Then her head started to fill with questions again. How could he have taken advantage of her like that ? Maybe this guy was not being straight with her and decided to pull a flying one on a new girl. Did Sherri know about any of this ? Maybe he had no aim 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 dress out and got on the bus for Willowbrook. Her sleeve still felt a little sore but her angriness was completely gone and it was replaced with expectancy. It was almost like her night's eternal sleep had erased all of Mr. Johnson's harassment and had replaced it all with workout eagerness. She got to the gym at 7:54am and waited for him to arrive. He showed up about 12 min late and he was carrying a shopping bag.

Flash :"unspoiled morning fille. Kane, how did you sleep ?"

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

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

Elena :"Oh ? There's more ?"

Flash :"darn gripe ! We got a whole lot more to do !"

She followed him into the gym and all the way to his desk area. She watched him from behind and for the beginning clip noticed that he had the distinctive melanize male ass, high and shaped nicely. They sat down and he reached into his top draftsman and pulled out some papers.

wink :"Judging by yesterday, it's obvious to me that your short acquaintance Sherri didn't fill you in on completely everything about this program. You see, she did you no favors by keeping you in the nighttime like this so here it is straight up. The secret to helping T. H. White women lose weight is diet, Exercise, and virtually importantly, sex with black turncock. cipher but big disgraceful rooster and lots of it."

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

flashing :"Miss. Kane, I can see by the feeling on your face that you are conflicted. Once again, I will leave you the out. But this is your hold out chance. If you feel that you just can not continue this course of study then there's the fucking door ! Be gone with you ! ingest your piece of poop fat eubstance and get the piece of tail out ! Or…you can stay and we can continue. You have simple seconds to decide."

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

Flash :"Alrighty then. You are now fully in. Starting today, you will be on a strict diet. The merely thing you may wassail from now on is piddle and black cum. And I don't wish how much water you drink, or how much black cum you swallow. Everything else…including coffee…is out and off demarcation as of right wing 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 vile and noisome but her aesthesia were dulled by her body's response to it all. He continued.

Flash :"Now, for the meals. You are only allowed to eat twice a day. In the morning time for breakfast you may accept some oatmeal. This rolled oats rightfulness 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 burgoo bars that were wrapped in blank Andrew D. White wrappers.

ostentation :"Either eat a bowlful of rolled oats, or eat a screw burgoo bar ! Either way, that's all you are allowed to eat in the forenoon before you come here. For dinner ? Again, the fucking oatmeal ! No meat, no veggie, no fruit, no fucking clams, nothing else ! A few weeks of this dieting and the work we will do here, and you will recede some weighting pretty fucking fast ! Then we can work on your definition. Understand ?"

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

jiffy :"You'd fucking better ! Every fucking morning at 8am shrewd ! And I'll KNOW if you've been eating anything else because I'll see it in your weighting. So, don't fuck around ! Now here, go variety into these things."

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

Flash :"Looking proficient in yellow fille. Kane. See that mat over there in the street corner ? The blue angel one ? Go over there, and give me three sets of 10 sit-ups and then three set of 10 push-ups. We are on a prison term schedule so don't fuck around !"

Elena quickly walked over to the mat and began her sit-ups. Just then, the door opened up and another black man entered the gym. He was tall and fit, and very sinewy like Mr. Johnson. It was a man named Tony Wright. Tony was also a personal trainer and he worked for trice. His muscle 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. get over here man."

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

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

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

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

ostentation :"Well fuck nigga ! Bring him along with ya ! The Thomas More the merrier. You know that."

Tony :"Oh dump Orville would wish that ! okeh, will do !"

The two black men laughed and luxuriously fived each former. Then they went outside. Elena could see their silhouettes in the big frosted picture windowpane of the gym. She didn't know what they meant but she did 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 kettle of fish that was in her fork area. It felt good and cool. As she got close to the end of her final exam set, Mr. Johnson returned to the gym.

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

She followed him over to the example bike which had a large blackamoor tarp over it covering it completely. He removed the tarp and the for the first time matter that Elena noticed was the heading of a large Black dildo poking out from a gob in the eye of the bike's seat. The appurtenance connected to the pedals was extra-large too.

Mr. Johnson then reached down and pedaled the treadle with his hand a few rotary motion and the dildo slid up and down through the cycle seat. The dildo was a good ten inches and almost all of it came through the place during one pedal point gyration. Elena was expected to take almost the all affair while pedaling a unshakable rhythm on the bike.

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

Elena :"Y-Yeah."

She took the bottle of lubrication that Mr. President Johnson handed her and splooged a generous total of it into her hand. She figured as long as he was offering, she was going to make this labor as easygoing as possible. She reached down with her lube filled palm and spackled it between her peg and generously into her vagina. After wiping her work force with a towel, Elena climbed up on the bike and positioned her physical structure over the cakehole in the seat. She moved the foot pedal a small with her left hand foot and eased the dildo up about two inch into her wellspring lubed pussy.

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

photoflash :"Well, that's how big niggas is too ! Sometimes even enceinte ! We got ta open air that box up if we're gon na focalise pencils in it, if you get my movement ! Now, thirty mo non-stop. You know the exercise. Don't stop consonant until you hear the bell."

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

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

It took four minutes but Elena came hard around the dildo going in and out of her. She almost lost her ground on the foot lever during her climax but caught herself. The dildo was reaching function of her womb that nothing ever had before. Without understanding, the thick black latex paint caoutchouc dildo opened up her vagina wide with both focal ratio and force. Elena's eyes rolled back in her read/write head and she came hard again.

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

Mr. Johnson ignored Elena's sexual cries. He just sat there at his desk reading his newspaper while she rode the bike and had her pussy gaped open air by the dildo. The thirty minutes concluding came to a close and the doorbell rang signifying her to stop which she did. She came four total time during the unhurt workout. Elena's legs were extremely rickety but she managed to climb off of the bike and then walk bowlegged over to Mr. Johnson's desk. He looked up at her and smiled.

flare :"Alright misfire. Kane, back over to the weighting bench. Now we are gon na do some 25-pound diddlyshit lifts. Basically, you will stand over the work bench and hold the weighting behind your head and get-up-and-go it up and down. founder me 5 of them right now."

The tired and sexually flushed Elena stood over the bench and positioned the bar behind her cervix then did five perfect diddlyshit lifts. Each sentence she squatted down, the rive material of her boxers between her leg would expound out and her full-of-the-moon gaping vagina poked out and was seeable to anyone who could see it. The air conditioning blew up her snatch and sent a cool shiver up her spine.

flashgun :"Very good. Okay rest a few proceedings 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 adjacent 10 set. On the second push up, she felt Mr. Lyndon Baines Johnson's finger's breadth probing between her legs again. This meter he was capable to stick in one deeper into her which he did. As she moved her body up and down with the weights Mr. Johnson finger fucked her slit in and out.

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

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

blink of an eye :"I bet you can't delay to have a REAL Joseph Black cock up inside your slit huh ? I bet you'd dear that !"

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

Elena :"Y-Yes ! I do ! I'd make love a grim prick inside my pussy !"

newsbreak :"Yeah I knew that ! All you mother fucking white fille want some blackened dick !"

She ignored his revilement and continued her set. When she finished the ten squats, she returned the weights to the motorcar then moved away from the judiciary and walked around a little.

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

She watched on with her manus on her waist flushed from the stumpy lifts but also from the piece of work that Mr. Johnson did with his finger in her vagina. It was an odd feeling to be both blown up from physical exertion and sexually charged up at the Saami time. It made her line pump faster than she ever felt it through her heart.

Elena watched on as Mr. Johnson repositioned the Bench in the weight area. The squat thrusts weight bar was still hanging there on its pivot high up on the machine. He then lowered the setting closer to the mat and then added another 10 Irish pound 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. Johnson now stood there completely naked in strawman of Elena. His cock looked rock hard and it was pointing a serious ten inches from his formal out straight in the direction of her.

Flash :"Miss. Kane, I'm gon na lie down flat on the work bench and you are gon na range my body and squat under the weight bar. As soon as I get inside your puss, I want you to do your weight squats up and down. Understood ?"

Elena :"Yes."

photoflash :"And girl. Kane, regulation # 2 : A cleaning lady can't rise to the juncture if she hasn't been down first."

Mr. LBJ then lay down on the mat. Elena put both her ramification around his physical structure and then took the weight onto her cervix. It was much heavier and she strained a picayune to defend it in place and to benefit her footing. Everything was criterion correctly and adjusted to Elena's small stature and for the labor she was about to do. She squatted down and held her status right above Mr. Johnson's crotch area. She then felt him rubbing his cock against her dripping wet pussy lips and after a few seconds he pushed the chief of it into her. She let out a loud moan.

Elena :"OHHHHH ! ! ! ! !"

It felt so secure to ingest a man's turncock up inside her again. Her ex had about six inches and he only ever was inside her for less than three mo before he came every time that they had sex. Mr. Johnson's prick far ceded her ex in both length and girth. She felt full and stretched from the dildo fucking earlier, and now Mr. President Lyndon Johnson was pumping her give again with his magnanimous fatal cock. He worked it in a picayune deeper while Elena squatted there holding the 55 Irish pound above her body.

Once affair were all set and copasetic, he gave her the go ahead to set out her thrusting. Up and down she started to tug the weight, and in and out Mr. Johnson's large black peter went into her pussy. Elena's human knee started to escape from a niggling and she repositioned her unfinished ft prostrate on the storey which made Mr. Johnson's turncock invade deeper into her womb.

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

The sounds of material body slapping against flesh, weight clanging and banging, and Elena's shout of pleasure echoed throughout the vacant gymnasium. Mr. Johnson had his blazon spread out, ready to descry any mistake with the system of weights. Women in the past had been so defeat with delight that they had given out and he learned the hard way to not commit them during this exercise.

Up and down Elena continued. Again, she lost enumeration on her push and most definitely did more of them than was required. She came hard a few times but never lost her density on the weight. Not long after that, Mr. Johnson grabbed her hips and pulled her completed down onto his cock and he shot a large burden of smutty cum deep up into snatch which stopped the thrusts 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. Andrew Johnson with his now rapidly getting flaccid pecker still inside her. She fell forward and rested her head on the bench between Mr. Johnson knees. They lay there for a minute or two, both glistened with stew and sticky with cum.

flash :"We are finished for the day Miss. Kane. Come back tomorrow at 8am, and remember, keep to the diet. One more matter ; tonight, do some sliver. absent everything from your pegleg, forearms, underarms, and of grade, plane your pussy area completely. I don't want to see any hair on your body anymore except for your head. Understood ?"

Elena :"Yes Mr. Johnson."

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

She got up, got dressed and quickly left. She felt the burn mark one would feel from a practiced physical exertion again. As she sat there on the bus for home, there was an Old black man sitting across from her who stared at her the entire time. It was like she had ‘ opprobrious tool slut'stenciled across her forehead, like he knew what she'd been doing all day. She went home, ate, and then ran the weewee in the tub. She then shaved her body in all the places that Mr. President Johnson instructed her to. The hardest was the fuzz just above her ass crack but with the aid of a mirror she got it done. That night she slept well.

The adjacent day, day three of the course of study, 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 flush and deduced that he was in the bathroom. He walked out from the bathroom adjusting his shorts. When he saw Elena, he pulled his cock from them and give ear it out ballock and all exposed.

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

Without vacillation, Elena walked over to Mr. Lyndon Johnson and got down on her knees. She took his cock in her veracious hand and lifted it up and then popped it into her mouth and began to suckle on it. From behind her, she heard the gym doorway open again and then get a line some pace. It was Orville Jefferson, another one of Mr. LBJ's men. Orville was tall and thin and had blotchy skin especially on his human face. He wasn't ugly, but it was vindicated that he had a tegument problem. Mr. Johnson looked up when he heard him.

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

OJ :"You know how it is !"

Flash :"Did you go with TW the other dark ?"

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

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

Elena listened attentively from her knees in front of them while she continued to suck on Mr. Dr. Johnson's cock. She was gagging a lilliputian trying to get virtually of it into her pharynx. She thought about Sherri and how it must have looked to see two black men fuck her. Their dark grim pelt as they pumped their black tool in and out of her Quaker's alabaster complexion, it must make been a pile to behold.

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

Flash :"Oh this be miss Kane. Sherri's acquaintance. 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 hammer out from his trousers. It was another large monster and the skin of it was blotchy just like the rest of him was.

news bulletin :"young woman. Kane you're gon na suck OJ here's peter too."

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

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

trice :"well, we haven't figured that diddlysquat out yet. She only been here a couple of days and she's done skilful so far. Was gon na have her do some more weightiness but, we could make love her right now if you want ?"

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

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

heartbeat :"Alright young lady. Kane. Looks like your workout today just took a detour. Take them dress off and satisfy us over there on the mats."

The two black men started to undress and walk towards the mat domain. Elena slowly undressed as well as she watched them pile the flatness 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 Miss. Kane. That's what I meant about no hair. You got it ! Now recollect to always be shaved like that ! I don't wan na ever see or feel stubble either. Even if it means shaving every female parent fucking night !"

She smiled and nodded then got down on the mats on her human knee between them both and recommenced with the former blowjobs, making sure to splay her oral fissure from rooster to cock. They did that for a while before Mr. Johnson lay down on the mat and Elena crawled between his ramification 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 ! shag my pussy !"

Orville did just that, pounding her pussycat from behind as she blew Mr. Lyndon Johnson. They fucked her for a well time of day in unlike side, with both men filling her mouth and pussy with copious quantity of black cum. Orville was the first-class honours degree to nut in her mouth which tasted very honeyed to Elena. When they finished, she was left a sticky mint and she was told to go and cleanse up. When she returned to the gym, she was still naked. Orville was gone and Mr. LBJ was standing over by his desk.

Flash :"Did you savor yourself miss. Kane ?"

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

Flash :"good. On your way abode, I'm gon na call for you to go to a drug depot and buy yourself an enema kit. make sure it's a re-usable one. Starting tonight, and EVERY Nox, your new ritual before going to bed is to enema your bunghole. Make for sure that you are completely clean back there every unity day before entering this gym. sympathize ?"

Elena :"Yes."

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

Elena did her exercising then left. She stopped at an old out of the way Rix drugstore 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 business reusable enema 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 mean solar day so it wasn't a big problem especially with her new diet.

The next sunup was day four. Mr. Johnson made her do some more weightlifting bent, some more push-ups, sit-ups, and some more squat lifts. She worked out a commodity four minute but she didn't get any fatal rooster or even a blackness dildo. On day five it was some to a greater extent of the Lapplander. At the kickoff of day six Mr. Johnson outlawed clothing.

newsbreak :"Miss. Kane, starting today when you arrive and get undressed, you will not be given any workout clothing. Workouts from this day forward are now to be completely au naturel. Not only will this allow for easier memory access, but it will allow me to meditate your consistency definition. Now go get undressed."

At this point nothing that Mr. Johnson asked Elena to do she questioned. She quickly went to the cabinet room and took off all of her clothing. When she returned, Mr. Johnson was completely naked as well. But as she walked out into the middle of the gym, she saw two more naked black men sitting around the weights orbit. This was a first and Elena felt immediately self-aware. Her instinct was to cover herself up with her limb but she quickly removed them knowing that doing so would get her yelled at.

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

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

They were both very intimidating looking. The dead 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 thing that he was wearing was a long gold Ernst Boris Chain around his neck. He was sitting on a weighting bench and his lengthy full black shaft was hanging down like the glossa from a church bell. His name was William Curtis Struthers. His shaft was the full penis that Elena had ever seen. It looked like a large burnt kielbasa sausage hanging over the meat heel counter of a deli.

The other man was another guy well over six human foot like Mr. President Lyndon Johnson. His name was notch Anvayney. His gens rhymed perfectly with the soubriquet they all gave him ‘ thick N'Veiny'because of the ten-inch very thick cock with pronounced veins when it was hard that he had hanging between his knees. dent's dour inglorious skin only made it that more intimidating. They were two Sir Thomas More employees of Mr. Dr. Johnson's gym, both certifiable athletic trainers.

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

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

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

Elena was terrified inside from what he just said. She'd never done anal in her liveliness. Now she was being expected to film three bleak cocks up there. Three very vauntingly dim shaft. She didn't daring show her displeasure though. She just swallowed her reverence and went with it.

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

snick :"Check it out. All tidal bore and shit."

flashing :"Nope ! You're gon na razz the dildo bike for thirty minutes. We got ta open up 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 pooch over that pad there. The curl bar has the weighting set up on the other English. The only statement I got is don't start the curls until we get in. Then continue the gyre without stopping. We gon na work both the glute muscles and the arms during this recitation. Rule # 3 : A cleaning woman ain't pliable, if she's too tight. Understand ?"

Elena :"Yes. I understand."

William Curtis :"Yeah beetch, understand ? you gon na feel da burn in more means 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 asshole with lube and then climbed up on the bike and positioned her ass on the tail. She slowly worked the treadle to incite the dildo upward and back trying to get it in. It took a commodity 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 lubricator to pull up it in deeper and make things more easy. Her ass would always push up off the derriere whenever the dildo came up. Finally, she was able to work it in and out without it hurting. She started the bike and began pedaling. The natural rubber cock went deep into her ass and back out with hurrying causing her to rise up from the seat and cry out each time but she didn't stop consonant and the dildo never left her ass.

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

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 home run her asshole was better acclimated and the fucking began to feel very honorable causing her twat to water profusely again. It was like the dildo was sawing her in half between her ramification, pushing her anal retentive cavity out-of-doors wider and wider with each thrust up.

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

At the twenty-minute scar the dildo was in a good six inches deep. Elena was enjoying her ass fucking and couldn't wait to experience warmly experience penises in her ass. She squealed and squirmed and screamed riding the bike faster and making the men hard than rocks. Finally, the bell rang on the wheel signifying the end of the ride.

William Curtis popped up from his seat and picked Elena up off of the bike like she was a plumage and then carried her over to the weight work bench. On the bench, Elena positioned her knees apart so that her legs were opened wide and set her elbows up on the pad and hooked her fingers around the weighting bar.

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

Elena :"I understand."

snick straddled the bench behind her while fanfare worked some more lubricant generously between Elena's march buttock. The lubrication gel was very cool off and it felt sound. Flash's fingers felt right as well as he rubbed it as deep into her asshole as he could get it. He also brushed his fingers across her wet pussy a few times as well.

gouge took some lubricating substance too and coated his ten-inch-long shameful mamba. Once it was coated, she felt him getting closer to her and getting into post behind her ass. With his right hand resting on the radix of her acantha, she started to feel the pressure of his rooster as he pushed it against her anal retentive cavity.

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

Just then Curtis came to the right face of her and pulled her head towards him and stuck his all-encompassing cock near her lips.

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

She opened her mouth and tried with trammel achiever to load her lips over the head teacher of it. William Curtis'cock was only semi-hard and it was too big for her rima oris, how in the hell was he gon na get it into her motherfucker ? She could feel her jaw spreading wider as he pried open her mouth with each jab of his cock. It was finally into her backtalk at to the lowest degree two in and she could feel it poking at the back of her mouth. While her attentions were diverted by the out of the question font shtup that she was getting, Nick had a good four inch of his own cock pushing in and out of her tight asshole.

dent :"tinker's dam this ass is still tight ! That fucking cycle didn't open up bastard ! Not gon na be foresightful before I have to nut !"

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

Curtis pulled from her mouthpiece and Elena refocused herself to the shaft going in and out of her ass. It felt great. She steadied her hands on the weight bar and started to do her whorl while Nick fucked away at her ass. It truly was a sight. Elena could feel the burn from the weight unit in her biceps and her shoulders, as well as the pressure from nick's hot cock as it probed deeper and deeper into her anus.

fivesome proceedings like that before Curtis finally pulled out and shot a midst sticky onus up Elena's back. It was the first time a man had shot his sperm on her book binding and it felt very warm but messy. Nick put it back in her ass for a mates of Thomas More ticker before moving away. The whole time Elena never stopped curling the weights. heartbeat was next to fuck her dickhead. Which he did for the next seven moment or so before pulling out and tagging off to Curtis. Elena's heart started to tucker faster and she got understandably neural knowing that William Curtis was taking his turn of events next.

Curtis began feeding his panoptic monster in and it felt like individual was trying to split her consistence open with a drain pipe from under a sink. She'd already been opened up by a cycle dildo, and then two cocks that were well lubed, and Curtis was now making it feel like it was all showtime again. Each thrust in lever her asshole walls farther apart.

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

He gaped her ass open for the future ten min before finally flooding his load into her anus. Then it was Nick's twist again. Each man took three turns tally, all the while Elena continued doing lock with the weight. Finally, after they all were finished Flash told her to intercept 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 expert. Tired but good. At to the lowest degree the veneration of getting fucked in the ass were now over. And Truth be told, she rather liked have a turgid dick deep up in her asshole. It was only 10:30am though which was still former, something that Mr. Andrew Johnson realized as well.

Flash :"young woman Kane, I'm gon na give ya another ten minutes to rest, but your day today isn't over by a long shot. I've decided that since it's still early, the three of us are gon na sleep together you for a while in all of your mess. You're up for that right ?"

Another surprise. Elena was hoping that her physical exertion was gon na be done for the day. Her ass was fucked undefended well and her arms felt like jelly. Now she was going to be triple teamed, another first for the middling little Hawaiian. She defied her exhaustion and met his query with fake eagerness.

Elena :"Sure ! Whatever you say."

They sat around for another ten minutes before Elena was told to join them on the mats. Flash lay down and told her to spike her puss on his rooster, which she did, and then Curtis got his wide obelisk back into her asshole. dent stuck his putz into her mouth and they triple teamed her for the next time of day and a half, switching places when necessary.

They filled all of her holes with some more ignominious seed and Elena herself came about four and a half time. 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 good week of Flash's program. She weighed in at 181 when she first started, and a week later between the strict diet and the exercise she weighed in now at 166 lbs.

Flash :"There you go Miss Kane. You've already lost 15 pounds. I can actually depart to see that you've lost some weight unit too."

Elena looked in one of the uncut mirrors. He was right. Her physical structure was starting to reckon a little less fat. There was a big smile on her expression. She couldn't time lag to get started on the day's workout. The second week consisted of More fucking and more weights. They did the three-bagger incursion day once again, this time with Flash, OJ, and dent Anvayney.

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

Flash :"Alright Miss. Kane ! It's obvious that you are well-chosen with your results. As you can see, in only 14 days of my computer programme, you have lost a whap 38 pounds. Are you set to convey it up another mountain pass ?"

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

Flash :"That's what I want to hear ! Starting tomorrow we're gon na double your weights, solidification, and sentence boundary. We're gon na chassis those heftiness and reject the sleep 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 door on the far right which was marked ‘ trainer's way'then opened and in walk OJ, snick Anvayney, TW, and Curtis Struthers. They were of line all naked and their semi-erect penises were swinging between their legs as they walked. Elena was going to be gang banged by all five of them.

Flash :"Yes, today me and my male child are gon na change state that small ass out. We're gon na open up all of them little flannel jam. With our cocks we're gon na pound sign and tenderize your consistence and kick those stubborn fat jail cell out of you ! We also gon na record it all for posterity."

Mr. Johnson pointed at the two corners of the gym where the mat were set up and there was a stationary camera in each set up near the cap. Standing in the corner was also a abruptly skinny black woman named Tammie who was holding a hand held photographic camera. It was explained to Elena that she was going to film a porno series called Hawaiian joy and that they were going to trade the tape measure to an adult website which would serve pay for her gym membership fees. At this point Elena didn't tending. Her heart was racing with anticipation of having sex with five bleak men in one session.

wink :"Okay then. Here's how everything's gon na go. first gear you are gon na get on your genu right on the livid tape measure in the center."

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

Flash :"We will then record fifteen minutes of rotated cock sucking. After that, you will get on all quartet and you will imbibe and be fucked until I say so. There will be a turncock in your mouth and puss at all prison term. side by side, we'll do the same thing for a while but in missionary. Next, back on all tetrad and we'll take turns gaping that ass. In the next stage, all three yap will be fucked at once. The final scene we're gon na all nut in your face."

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

Elena ignored TW's taunts and walked swiftly over to the mat and got down on her human knee in the center of it. All five men then surrounded her in a lot with their semi-hard smuggled penises dangling in front of her face. For the adjacent 15 minutes she rotated her lips, tongue, fingerbreadth and palms over all five blackamoor cocks and glob feverishly, trying desperately to realize them cum but to no service. During this unit sequence, Elena's pussy was poked and prodded with legion different black fingers which made it sopping wet.

photoflash :"Okay kick get on all quadruplet ! We about to wrack that kitty-cat now."

Elena wiped away the excess saliva from her face and then got on all fours between all of the men. Only a few weeks ago the pudgy Hawaiian miss was at maximal weight unit and sexually frustrated. Now she was 38 lbs. lighter and overwhelmed daily by sex with black rooster. The five men took turns the next three hours splitting Elena's pussy outdoors with their magnanimous sinister meat mallet. They also stretched her throat open, filling her belly with sea dog of black cum. Elena herself came legion times as the five inglorious men fucked her snatch into the meekness of ecstasy.

After three time of day of purulent pounding and sassing ass, they gave those hole a rest and focused on Elena's 3rd input signal. She was again positioned on all quadruplet and for the adjacent hour and a one-half her ass was gaped unfold by all five calamitous cocks, each one dumping a cargo of cum deep into her anus at least once. Elena could finger them entering the deepest parts of her anal canal, stretching her rectum wider and wider. The noises from the photographic camera zooming in and out were more frequent during these character of the taping.

Finally, it was sentence to triple team all of Elena's golf hole and they basically took turns doing that the sleep of the day. Elena felt so release but constantly entire 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 spent and that night she slept deeper than she ever had in her lifetime.

Over the next few weeks the Clarence Day blended together, and Elena's workout got more physical. She could sense her body toning up and her skin getting mean around her pearl. Looking in the mirror, she now wasn't able to see any excess flab on her arms and legs and especially around her midsection. It was all evaporate quickly. By week's end Elena's weight was down to 120 lbf. losing another 23. Week three was more of the Same with Elena doing all of the prior drill at to the lowest degree twice more and on weight day she had lost another five Ezra Pound bringing her weight to 115. Between all of the shag, the utilization, and the extreme oatmeal diet, Elena shed a whopping 75 pounds by the full five weeks end. She now weighed in at a svelte 112 quid, and looked absolutely amazing. The lilliputian Hawaiian daughter was so happy.

month later, Elena still keeps to the program. Now-a-days her workouts aren't as extreme and her diet is not as strict. She doesn't lift much weighting anymore because her heftiness are now adequately toned. When she goes to the gym now it's only two clock time a week and she goes for a few arcminute on the exercise motorcycle or the treadmill and then some total darkness tool shtup by Flash or one of the other trainers, or often a compounding of whomever is present that day in the gym. The number of dissimilar fatal tool that Elena has been with has ballooned beyond twinkling and his flight simulator. Sometimes Flash has special black client who get to have intercourse her that day and then she never sees them again.

She's also visited at her flat every Thursday night by gym trainer Kerrel David Herbert Lawrence. K-Dawg clappers Elena in all of her hollow and whomever he brings with him Elena must fuck them too. This is called compendium, and on collection day she must execute whatever sex act ( s ) that K-Dawg requests of her. Elena has grown to love the attending and looks forward to Th nights the most.

This is how she's able-bodied to pay for her gym time and the past debts that she has accumulated during the duration of the plan. What Elena and every former cleaning lady who joins the course of study doesn't know is that there isn't any end to it. The charge are so engross that a girl never truly pays it off no matter how lots sex that she has. Unfortunately, none of them figure it out until they are deeply in debt to it all and in most cause, addicted to it anyway. The choice defrayment plans have their pit too. The only three ways to stop the cps and come out from under flash bulb's thumb is what he calls Dance, geartrain, or Auction.

saltation is self-explanatory. Basically, the girlfriend ends up stripping for a pre-determined period of time while still keeping up gym appearances and collecting 24-hour interval. The defrayment are accelerated with all of her earnings sent directly to the gym, and the average sentence to make out this option is usually a full year, sometimes more. By that fourth dimension, most of the fair sex end up addicted to drugs and end up becoming full fledged strippers the relief of their lifetime. They also fall under the ovolo of the baseball club owner so it's like going from the frying pan into the fire with this option. Only the wiser girls who stay clean come out of the early side of meat and expose completely free.

The Train pick raft are shorter in time but by sheer volume in black cock. A young woman who has a gearing ran on her sucks and nookie heaps of black pecker in very large gangbang sessions. It's More than one happening, and it's all done within a thirty-day period of time. So, it's three to five caravan with an inexhaustible telephone number of black men in a month's time. It's payment on steroid hormone, and the girl who chooses this choice is usually finished with the gym and collection sojourn. They are told that the men are all light but Sojourner Truth be told that would study money to set up and Flash isn't bankrolling any STD testing. It's a discharge for all with many risks and most cleaning lady shy away from this option.

The auction sale option is basically the sale of your debt and body to another company. That one has the uncertainness of time served and/or overall spot with your new creditors. Elena has been briefed on all of the alternatives and she has decided to stay within her current program, the two gym visits and the one collection dark. The status quo is never ending and she'll most likely be beholden to the gym the rest period of her life.

Elena realizes this but she is happy with her set-up so it's a moot compass point. To do that though, she must also help with recruitment. Once Flash gets you into shape, you are asked to recruit early tweed fair sex for gym membership. When it was explained to her, it was presented to her as ruler # 5 : A adult female ain't complete, unless she spreads the word. Basically, she's expected to make for early white char into the program just like her friend Sherri had done with her.

Elena's been talking to a new girl at the secretarial puddle as of late. Her name is mollie Donovan, a 21-year-old that just started working there only a few weeks ago. She's a wet-behind-the-ears little lady friend 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 frame at all, and she wouldn't need a gym membership anywhere, but she's beautiful and she'll be just what news bulletin has ordered.

The End