The cab driver watched hungrily as the umbrella holding Elena Kane stepped over the puddle at the basis of the curb bit on her way from his cab to the entree of the gym. The old black man had been stealing looks at the now thin and jolly 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 back tush of his cab. One finis face at those wooden leg as they sashayed into the building was sure enough to provide some decent spank-bank material during a few future rub and tug academic term for the old opprobrious man.

Elena wasn't always this fit though. In fact, she was a well 75 pounds overweight for near of her adult life. The 32-year-old beauty had spent the preceding year working out at Flash's physical fitness Factory, adhering to a strict and unequaled seaworthiness regimen that has allowed her to shed the pound sign systematically and work Elena's trunk into a full-bosomed delight to any man's eyes.

Growing up in Hawaii and raised by a Malayo-Polynesian mother and a Caucasian Father-God, the 4'10"scant young woman with the pretty face and dark short hair was always tragically overweight. At her lowering, Elena would tip the weighing machine at 187 pounds which given her myopic stature would make her look like a roly-poly little ball of flesh. It always was a major reservoir of Elena's low self-pride because she truly wasn't really a heavy feeder. The food she ate wasn't the healthiest but it wasn't like she was frequenting the quick food drive-thru either.

Elena's weight was also a major problem in her three-year fail man and wife too. Her now ex-husband Peter used to pester her mercilessly and cruelly which culminated the doomed jointure into divorce. She was 26 at the time and Hawaii became a property that Elena just didn't want to be anymore. She decided to move to the mainland and ended up in an flat in downtown Los Angeles, and got a nice low-level job in a secretarial pool.

One day, Elena's new friend from oeuvre Sherri Kimbelsen began raving about a unique and successful gym in the Willowbrook arena that catered specifically to overweight women, and helped them shed undesirable Cypriot pound. Sherri seemed very adamant about Elena giving this particular course of study a try. The sell job was really belligerent and well-rehearsed.

Elena :"I don't know Sherri. Isn't Willowbrook a bad sphere ? I mean, isn't there's a lot of gangs there ? Mostly black I too. I'm just not sure."

Sherri :"Well yes, but I'm telling you that this gym, it's well worth it. I myself always was a good 25 hammering heavier, and no subject what I did I just couldn't lose that system of weights. Then I went to newsbreak Johnson's gym and within weeks I looked like this."

She put her blazon out in project of her fit design. 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 picayune odd, but she always would attract attention especially from the boss in work. She stood at 5'8 ”, 113 lbs. with 34-22-32 measure, long blonde hair halfway down her back, and the longest pegleg showcased by the types of high heels that she always wore. Sherri was a bombshell, the distinctive Cali smoke hot blond, and she always dressed that way too, wearing short skirts and cleavage showing blouses.

Elena :"Oh I don't think I could ever look like you do, no affair how a good deal I exercise."

Sherri :"arrest it ! You are a very moderately girl. All you've got to do is suffer the weightiness. I'm notification you, go see fanfare. He'll help you out. After a few week of his program you won't believe how cracking you'll look. It's a life changer."

Elena :"Well, I DO have a service pause coming up. I suppose it can't damage to go contain it out."

In an effort to stay fresh a fresh image among their clients, the company that staffed the secretarial pool gave the gentlewoman employed with them a yearly five-week holiday break. It was a overnice benefit that wasn't common with other companies but it did wonder for the cleaning woman who worked for them. It also stocked their clients with a revolving threshold of fresh faces which made a business organization look like it employed a lot more the great unwashed than it really had. It made them wait successful.

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

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

Sherri's face changed a little to a expression of negative surprise. Then she quickly smiled to cut across up what she was thinking. She knew that once Elena started the program that she wouldn't have any time to go out to clubs and company. In fact, there was a lot that Sherri wasn't telling her that Elena would soon happen out. Never-the-less, she promised.

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

That conversation was on a Wednesday. The following Sunday morning and a day into her service break, Elena put on a pair of sweat pants and a loose-fitting sweatshirt and a pair of whitened fink. She decided to go to Willowbrook to mark out Flash's gym. Twenty second later after exiting a bus and walking a few pulley, she stood in nominal head of Flash's Fitness manufactory. It was a very dingy looking place on the corner of an L-shaped mini cartoon strip mall next to a flea-bitten liquor store. The people on the street walking by her were all black, and standing there in her sweats she sure stuck out like a sore ovolo. Finally, she summoned the courage to go inside.

interior, there was a quiet down and deserted gym with a few run-in of different practice motorcar lined up. It was a pretty big elbow room that had a big spread area after the machines, and way at the back of it all was a desk with a grandiloquent mesomorphic bleak man sitting at it. Elena looked down at her feet and swallowed, then walked through the void gym towards the man. The close shave on the floor from her sneak echoed off the gym walls, but the big dim man never looked up at her from his newspaper until she was right in strawman of his desk.

flash :"Ahh yes. I know exactly who YOU are. My female child Sherri told me all about your piddling lumpy ass."

His voice was very ill-humored 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 nervous and a little chagrined and didn't say anything.

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

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

fanfare :"fountainhead fucking answer me when I ask you a doubtfulness ! Now let me see, Sherri was right. You DO have a fairly face. Much prettier than most. Hold on a second… ..."

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

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 grayness monstrosity you got on, I can't see anything. Besides, we gon na do a few system of weights today and you're gon na involve something loaded on."

Elena tentatively picked up the apparel and walked slowly towards the locker way. She wasn't expecting to start any workouts the first day. She started to remember about what she was getting herself into. Could she possibly restrain coming to this gym in this very bad neighbourhood ? Was this crude man decriminalize ? Elena's judgment was racing.

Inside the locker elbow room, Elena found an empty locker 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 tit which were hard and predominantly poking through the compressed garden pink spandex material. 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 bottoms of her boobs stuck out of it a little as well showing sizable under booby, and there just wasn't a way to stretch the material completely over them.

The underdrawers on the early hand were a whole early head ache. She tried to put them on over her underwear but just couldn't because of the tight fit. She eventually decided to just remove her panties and go commando hoping that the gym well laundered its clothing. As she pulled the shorts up to her waist, she felt the fanny of them wedge loaded and deep into her ass crack. She spent a few bit trying to correct the trunks in topographic point but to no avail.

This guy can't be serious, can he ? These thing were way too low. She turned and stared at herself in the mirror and the flab on her weapon system legs and stomach hung out from the tight outfit and looked very unflattering. She started to cry, which she did for the next five hour. 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.

ostentation :"Damn daughter, that towel has got to go."

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

Flash :"young woman Kane, it looks like I've got to be blunt. So here it is…the cold strong facts. YOU are a fat bitch ! My job is to throw you NOT a fat bitch ! Everything that you have tried on your own in the retiring obviously hasn't worked, because you are STILL a fat gripe ! spirit at yourself…no affair what you've done to modify, you haven't ! That's why you are here ! You wan na continue being a fat squawk ? Then there's the flaming room access ! Get the ass out and stop wasting my sentence ! You're at the first crossroad Elena, so, make up your head 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 facilitate herself lose weight had failed and failed miserably. She wanted to be thin. She needed this and she knew it. Maybe this was a crossroads in her life and she needed to spend Sir Thomas More metre thinking on it all but standing in figurehead of this big black and coarse gym trainer she felt pressured and intimidated.

twinkling :"What's it gon na be girl. Kane ?"

Elena :"I'm sorry. I'm just a fiddling dash is all. I want to begin your program"

twinkling :"Alright then. Sorry I yelled, but sometimes it's the only when way to get through to people. It won't be the commencement 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 biography is to remember that your life sucks as it is right now. So, it IS personal. Let it cut through to your mettle and together we will turn all this diddly around ! Now, in the week to come you will do whatever I say, when I say it, and how I say it without any interrogative. I don't give a fuck what I ask you to do, you gon na do it ! Do you experience me ?"

Elena :"Y-yes."

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

She removed the towel and stood there pouring out of the tight pink sports bra and short. 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 typeface. The man was huge. He was easily over six feet and his muscle definition made him wait very all-encompassing and imposing. The jersey and shorts he was wearing were tight like another stratum of pare spread over his dark-mocha color body. The man was an Adonis. He then reached out and put his mitt on her left breast which startled her a little.

flash :"hmm…I like these big ol'titties. Watch what happens to them when we tighten up this flabby torso. They gon na be poppin ’, especially these longsighted 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 hurry of electricity flooded through her body ; stimulated from his touch. He then walked behind her and gave her left ass cheek a hard slap which not only stung but sent the said electricity, as well as pain in the ass, shooting insensate and loyal through her.

Elena :"Ouch ! What was that for ?"

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

Elena :"Anal tightness ?"

photoflash :"Don't concern 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 completely situation."

What was he even talking about ? Anal density ? Elena began to feel a little disoriented. She stood there watching this jumbo black man circle her half raw dead body making hands-on critiques of it, touching her in inappropriate places, 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. Next, he bent down in nominal head of her and put his pass on script in her crotch area. He dragged his fingerbreadth across her inner thigh and then across the cloth of the underdrawers against her pubic knoll. The intimate electricity again raced through her blood. He was basically fondling her.

Flash :"Not bad. A piffling bit thunderous on the thighs, but we can fix all of that. Go stand on that scale over there. We got ta get a root weight. And take out those shoes. All my trainee bitches work out barefooted."

Elena removed her sneakers and walked over to the scale and stood on it. The digital act above her head read 181 pounds. The number embarrassed Elena and Mr. President Andrew Johnson's unruly and signify words didn't boost her self-esteem either.

Flash :"Damn Miss. Kane ! For a very short woman that's a hell of a lot of weight ! For a girl your top I could make TWO beef out of all that flab ! I see that we got our workplace 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 cod that fucking cycle for XXX minutes !"

Elena :"You mean…now ?"

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

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

Flash :"Oh…and Miss. Kane ; that's XXX straight minutes. Don't stop for zip ! You keep those foot lever going non-stop. There's a bell that will ring 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 short bit high, and the handlebars were a bit lower making her body lean a lot forward. Mr. Lyndon Baines Johnson obviously knew of her tiptop because he had the motorcycle set to her consistency precisely. She could reach the pedals and everything and aside from the position forward and the raunch of the pedals on her bare feet, she felt pretty well-heeled. She slowly started pedaling. There was some electrical resistance but it wasn't anything that she couldn't handle. After a few instant, she could really start to feel the burn in her ramification, her hips, and some indifference on her fingers and arms. The exertion started to teem and Elena got into a good riding rhythm.

By the twenty-minute chump, she started to huff and puff. Her legs were tired and she couldn't feel anything in her implements of war anymore. Now she was watching the timer silently cheering on the thirty-minute mark to get waiting for the end. She tried to mean of other things. She thought about her admirer Sherri and wondered how she happened to detect this peculiar 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 shape that Sherri was in, it would be a victory she thought.

The mo ticked down and finally the bell rang on the bike. She stopped pedaling and leaned back on the seat. She felt spent as the sweat poured out from every stomate on her trunk. She sat there for a few minutes waiting for the smell to pass in both her implements of war and legs. Finally, she gingerly got off the motorcycle and walked across the gym back to Mr. Johnson's desk where he sat reading his paper.

Flash :"O.K. Miss. Kane, come on over to the bench over here and let's see how much weight you can press. We'll starting time with 5 reps of 25 pounds."

Elena :"Reps ?"

Flash :"Yeah whoreson repp ! We work out here at Flash's physical fitness Factory ! This ain't like all those former fucking gymnasium, those cooky cutlery that have you just run on a salt mine and shit ! You're gon na sweat here girl. Kane ! We got five weeks to whip your little butterball ass into shape, and we gon na do it ! You dig ?"

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

Flash :"Never screw mind how I know ! I know everything ! Always assume that I know everything ! I'm a motherfucking God to you and you will do whatever the nooky I say ! Now ease up me some rep on this here automobile !"

Elena sat on the bench and stretched out on it on her back. Her legs were still sore but her arms felt better than a few minutes ago. Flash stood near her headway to make out her, and when she looked up, she glimpsed the big bulge emanating from his spandex drawers located almost right there about two feet above her expression. It was impressively vauntingly and looked like he had a humble brute stuffed in his short pants. How big was this guy's penis ? She tried to not remark it, but wasn't achieving her goal. She continued to gaze at it while she pressed the weights up and down. Five repp and done, and her oculus never left his bulge.

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

He bent forward and reached around and added Thomas More weightiness to the bar. As he did so, his spandex-clad shaft got a lot closer to Elena's face. last enough that she could smell the musky odour of it. It wasn't an unpleasant odor, in fact, it was quite a courteous and very nipping. Elena stared at it and could see the schema of its duration through the spandex material. She could feel herself getting turned on.

photoflash :"okay we're up to 40 lbf.. Give me two circle of 5 reps with this weight."

She again started to lift the weight. It was a piffling heavier with the extra Egyptian pound but she pushed it up and down with relative ease. The whole time she couldn't hold open her oculus off of the large spandex-clad piece of gist that was hanging in a black spandex hammock just above her cheek. Again, somehow, she got through it without incident.

Flash :"Very good Miss. Kane. OK, on this next set we are gon na test your manual dexterity and magnate, as well as your abilities to focus. Nothing should distract you from finishing your pursuance. The weight will stay the same but I want three Seth of 10. Remember, DO NOT discontinue your concentration."

Elena :"Okay."

Mr. President Lyndon Johnson walked to the other end of the bench down by her feet. He strapped both of her foundation down at the articulatio talocruralis to each leg of the bench. The bench was a petty bit broad than a standard weight unit workbench, about a good thirty inches wide which once her ankles were strapped down her pegleg were spread undecided to their utmost. He also fastened a strap around her waist locking her unhurt torso to the bench.

Elena :"Why are you doing that ?"

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

Elena :"I…I didn't mean…"

split second :"SHUT UP ! SHUT THE roll in the hay UP ! You do as I say ! Remember ? There's NO question here ! Now, get going with those fucking repp ! And don't break your concentration !"

She again took hold of the bar and steadied to do her reps. She erased the tongue-lashing that she had just gotten from her mind and readjust herself emotionally. As she pushed the bar from her chest up for the first time, she then felt him touching her with his fingers between her wooden leg. ‘ What was he doing ?'she thought. He was blatantly rubbing her kitty-cat backtalk through the spandex and it actually felt very good. So dependable that her consistence started to reply to his touching and her vagina started to get wet.

The feeling was amazing and very unhinge, and making it tough to do her repp, but she defiantly didn't let it break up what she was doing. Towards the end of the back set of 10 rep she arched her back as much as the strap around her waistline would let while Mr. LBJ dug his fingers into her vagina through her boxers. He even poked his finger into the material of the shorts and into her vagina a goodness inch or so too. Elena's clit was responding to it and driving her crazy, but she didn't break assiduity which was pretty telling. He removed his fingers from her genitalia area as she returned the bar back up to the rack.

Flash :"Very squeamish girl. Kane. You're a quick subject field. loosen up a few Thomas More minutes, I'll be right 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 long while since a man touched her in that way. She almost forget how capital that it felt. For the following five minutes she relaxed and caught her breathing place and regained her equanimity. As her calm began to retrovert, feel of violation started to creep into her forefront. Did this man that she just met under an hour ago seriously just beset her ?

She thought again about her beautiful blonde office champion. Was this how she too had gotten in SHAPE ? A ikon of Sherri lying on the weight work bench getting fingered by Mr. Johnson then fabricated into her judgement and Elena's pussy started to leak again. The thoughts of Sherri's beautiful leg tied down to the Bench and Mr. Johnson fingering her friend's pussy made her stomach do pass flops too. She couldn't help but rub her own pussy through her shorts thinking about her hot supporter going through the Same experience. Before she knew it, Mr. Johnson returned with a weird looking wrench in his right mitt. She pulled her hand out from between her legs and hoped that He hadn't seen what she was just doing.

Flash :"Just relax missy. Kane. I've got to realise a few adjustments."

Elena :"Okay."

He again stood near her head and reached forward over the terrace. This time his bundle was positioned a few in from her case, closer than it was before. He then stepped back and pulled the side of the terrace and it rose about a fundament higher from the floor with Elena still on it. By doing this, her legs pulled tighter towards the bottom of the workbench because her infantry were still tied to the legs of it and her feet rump rose from the gym story. The only role of her invertebrate foot touching the story now was her toes.

Mr. Johnson then made another fitting behind her mind and the end of the workbench went down a few inches and her head moved down with it too. It was like she was laying on a bed with her head hanging off of the face of it. Elena's entire consistence looked like it was on a rack being stretched and her brawniness in her rose hip legs and torso were expanded. She felt helpless without any way to act with everything tied down and stretched except for her arms.

Flash :"okey, another two lot of 10 reps. Remember to never expose compactness. Nothing should spend a penny you hold on your reps. And miss Kane…also remember this……rule # 1 : A woman can't breathe if she can't expand."

She had no clew what he was talking about. Rule # 1 ? What did that even think of ? Again, she started to do weight down rep with the bar It was a little more difficult with her head positioned blue than the way it was before. On the fourth rep, she heard Mr. President Lyndon Johnson moving around outside of her eyeshot. He then came into horizon only this time his prominence was completely hanging informal out of his boxershorts. His cock was huge, a lot bigger than she had imagined it would be. Her eye got really big and before she could say anything, he took it in his mitt and positioned it at her lips. She tried to shut her mouth but he pushed the head of it past her backtalk and across her tongue.

Instinctively, she continued to rep the weight unit up and down while Mr. Johnson fed his stopcock deeper into her throat. The fact that she was tied down made it impossible to actuate away from him. Deeper and deeper he pushed his inkiness osseous tissue into her mouth as she gagged and gasped for air. Her eyes started to piddle as well as he fucked her face with his cock. She lost count on how many reps she was doing with the weightiness bar but she didn't think she should block until she was told to.

After a good ten transactions, she felt his cock beginning to quiver and then a few secondment later she could taste his spermatozoon as it filled her mouth and drizzled down her opened-up throat into her stomach. Between her leg was becoming a drenched mickle. Mr. Samuel Johnson pulled out from her sassing and then helped her place the weight unit back up on its holders on the simple machine. She just lay there trying to arrest her breath for a few minute. Her arms felt like jelly and her back talk felt sore and stretched. She still could taste the salty taste perception of spermatozoan in her oral fissure which was better tasting than she expected it to be. Then after a few minutes Mr. LBJ untied her mortise joint from the bench.

Flash :"Okay young woman Kane, I've got a touch sensation of what your full plan is gon na be. You may go alteration and return 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 sperm dripping phallus back into his shorts. Elena stared at him for a few seconds as he sat there reading his newspaper. She wiped the cum from her lip with the back 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 bluster him. The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. She finished getting dressed and then returned to the gym with a firing inside her belly looking to feed her new ‘ trainer'a piece of her mind. How dare he, she thought. He was gone though. The whole gym was vacant. She knew that he must be around somewhere but where ? After a few more minutes, she decided to just leave behind so she forgot about it all and left. On the way household Elena made a pact with herself that she would not take back to the gym and that she might even report Mr. Johnson to the police.

That Nox she thought long and hard about what had happened. She started to opine about how she allowed Mr. LBJ to fuck her mouthpiece and didn't try at to the lowest degree once to stop him. She thought about how her consistence felt and how wet it all made her between her leg. She thought about the musky odor and the smell of his ball as they pushed against her wind and eyes as he pushed his cock deep into her throat and came hard into her tum. As she lay there with guilt feelings, remorse, and a bit of anger, she was unconsciously rubbing at her pussycat again, working her fingers while she lay with her legs splayed broad across her bed.

Then her head started to fill with interrogative sentence 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 debauched one on a new girl. Did Sherri know about any of this ? Maybe he had no intention 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 straightaway. Her eyes started to close and before long she fell fast asleep.

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

Flash :"beneficial morn miss. Kane, how did you sleep ?"

Elena :"I slept finely, and except for some arm irritation I feel pretty good."

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

Elena :"Oh ? There's more ?"

twinkling :"damn bitch ! We got a whole lot more to do !"

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

newsflash :"Judging by yesterday, it's obvious to me that your little Friend Sherri didn't fill you in on completely everything about this program. You see, she did you no favors by keeping you in the dark like this so here it is straight up. The underground to helping blank women miss weight is dieting, practice session, and most importantly, sex with black cock. Nothing but big lightlessness prick and mint of it."

Elena sat there with a dismayed look 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 protest fell by the waist position. Besides, her eubstance was giving her the ‘ turned on'signals again which made affair very confusing.

Flash :"Miss. Kane, I can see by the look on your face that you are conflicted. Once again, I will give you the out. But this is your last chance. If you feel that you just can not continue this program then there's the flaming doorway ! Be gone with you ! Take your patch of diddlyshit fat consistence and get the fuck out ! Or…you can stay and we can continue. You have mere s to decide."

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

flashing :"Alrighty then. You are now fully in. Starting today, you will be on a strict diet. The only matter you may drink from now on is water and melanise cum. And I don't handle how often water you drink, or how very much pitch-black cum you swallow. Everything else…including coffee…is out and off demarcation line as of right field now. And let's face it, there's a lot of protein in black cum too !"

Mr. Lyndon Johnson smiled but Elena did not. She just sat there listening to his instructions. What he was saying was vile and unsavoury but her sensibilities were dulled by her organic structure's reaction to it all. He continued.

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

He reached into the bag and pulled out a no-named box of burgoo that was in a cylinder-shaped box. He also took out a box of burgoo barroom that were wrapped in blank white wrappers.

Flash :"Either eat a bowl of oatmeal, or eat a fucking oatmeal bar ! Either way, that's all you are allowed to eat in the morning before you come here. For dinner party ? Again, the fucking oatmeal ! No center, no vegetable, no fruit, no fucking sugar, cipher else ! A few weeks of this diet and the piece of work we will do here, and you will fall behind some weight pretty fucking fast ! Then we can crop on your definition. Understand ?"

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

flashgun :"You'd fucking better ! Every shtup morning at 8am tart ! 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 variety into these things."

He handed her another fun bra and shorts set with the gym logo on them only this set was yellow. She walked to the cabinet room to deepen into them. Once again, the bra was very plastered and her big breasts were pouring out of it. The shorts though, the shorts were crotchless. It wasn't even a genuine crotchless twosome of shorts, the opening looked like it was ripped open or maybe had been split capable by soul else. She tried to bear her scanty 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 honest in yellow Miss. Kane. See that mat over there in the recession ? The blueing 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 nooky around !"

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

jiffy :"TW ! Just the man I wan na see. Come over here man."

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

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

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

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

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

Tony :"Oh cocksucker Orville would like that ! OK, will do !"

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

Flash :"Miss. Kane, today we're gon na do some more bike workplace, with a twist. You see, if you're gon na be taking some black hammer between those stage, then we're gon na have to open up your shit up a bit. This motorcycle is a footling different from the one you rode yesterday. spotter this…you're gon na enjoy this shit !"

She followed him over to the exercise wheel which had a large black tarpaulin over it covering it completely. He removed the tarp and the first matter that Elena noticed was the nous of a turgid blacken dildo poking out from a muddle in the middle of the wheel's prat. The gearing connected to the pedal was extra-large too.

Mr. Johnson then reached down and pedaled the pedals with his manus a few revolution and the dildo slid up and down through the cycle seat. The dildo was a good ten in and almost all of it came through the seat during one pedal revolution. Elena was expected to engage almost the unharmed affair while pedaling a steady rhythm on the bike.

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

Elena :"Y-Yeah."

She took the bottle of lubrication that Mr. Johnson handed her and splooged a generous amount of it into her hand. She figured as long as he was offering, she was going to make this task as loose as possible. She reached down with her lube filled palm and spackled it between her legs and generously into her vagina. After wiping her hands with a towel, Elena climbed up on the bicycle and positioned her body over the trap in the seat. She moved the pedal a little with her impart human foot and eased the dildo up about two inches into her well lubed pussy.

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

Flash :"Well, that's how big nigger is too ! Sometimes even bigger ! We got ta capable that box up if we're gon na focalise pencils in it, if you get my impetus ! Now, thirty minutes non-stop. You know the drill. Don't catch until you hear the bell."

Mr. Lyndon Baines Johnson walked back to his desk. Elena stabilize herself on the bottom and the foot lever and then leaned forward to hold on the handlebars. She then started to pedal and the dildo began pumping in and out of her pussy with each rotation of the pedals.

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

It took four instant but Elena came hard around the dildo going in and out of her. She almost lost her footing on the foot lever during her coming but caught herself. The dildo was reaching parts of her uterus that nothing ever had before. Without fellow feeling, the stocky Shirley Temple Black latex rubber dildo opened up her vagina wide with both speed and powerfulness. Elena's optic rolled back in her head and she came hard again.

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

Mr. Johnson ignored Elena's intimate cries. He just sat there at his desk reading his newsprint while she rode the bike and had her snatch gaped open up by the dildo. The thirty moment terminal came to a last and the bell rang signifying her to discontinue which she did. She came four full times during the unhurt workout. Elena's legs were extremely weak 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.

Flash :"Alright missy. Kane, back over to the weight unit workbench. Now we are gon na do some 25-pound squat lifts. Basically, you will abide over the bench and apply the weights behind your chief and push it up and down. cave in me 5 of them compensate now."

The threadbare and sexually flushed Elena stood over the Bench and positioned the bar behind her neck then did five perfective tense squat lifts. Each time she squatted down, the rend textile of her short pants between her legs would extend out and her to the full gaping vagina poked out and was visible to anyone who could see it. The air conditioning blew up her kidnapping and sent a aplomb shiver up her spine.

photoflash :"Very full. OK rest a few minutes and we'll do another 10. This time we'll add ten More pounds."

She rested a few then got back into office and was told to do the next 10 set. On the mo push up, she felt Mr. Johnson's fingers probing between her legs again. This meter he was capable to inclose one deeper into her which he did. As she moved her organic structure up and down with the weights Mr. President Lyndon Johnson finger fucked her slit in and out.

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

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

Flash :"I bet you can't postponement to throw a really black cock up inside your pussy huh ? I bet you'd LOVE 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 get up the weight but she answered him.

Elena :"Y-Yes ! I do ! I'd love a Shirley Temple cock inside my twat !"

newsflash :"Yeah I knew that ! All you mother fucking blank girls want some disastrous gumshoe !"

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

Flash :"Take a breather while I set up the succeeding 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 fingers in her vagina. It was an odd tactual sensation to be both blown up from physical sweat and sexually charged up at the Lapplander time. It made her stemma pump faster than she ever felt it through her heart.

Elena watched on as Mr. Andrew Johnson repositioned the bench in the free weight expanse. The squat thrusting weight bar was still hanging there on its stick high up on the political machine. He then lowered the setting finisher to the mat and then added another 10 punt to each slope bringing the total weight on the bar to 55 pounds.

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

Flash :"misfire. Kane, I'm gon na lie down flavourless on the Bench and you are gon na straddle my body and squat under the weightiness bar. As soon as I get inside your pussy, I want you to do your weighting squats up and down. Understood ?"

Elena :"Yes."

Flash :"And Miss. Kane, normal # 2 : A womanhood can't rise to the juncture if she hasn't been down first."

Mr. President Johnson then lay down on the mat. Elena put both her legs around his body and then took the free weight onto her cervix. It was much heavier and she strained a little to hold it in seat and to gain her footing. 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 position right above Mr. Lyndon Johnson's genitals area. She then felt him rubbing his cock against her dripping wet pussy back talk and after a few secondment he pushed the psyche of it into her. She let out a loud moan.

Elena :"OHHHHH ! ! ! ! !"

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

Once things were all set and copasetic, he gave her the go ahead to begin her poke. Up and down she started to push the weight, and in and out Mr. Samuel Johnson's large Shirley Temple Black cock went into her pussy. Elena's knees started to shake a fiddling and she repositioned her spare feet flavorless on the storey which made Mr. Johnson's cock invade deeper into her womb.

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

The speech sound of flesh slapping against flesh, weight clanging and banging, and Elena's watchword of pleasance echoed throughout the vacant gymnasium. Mr. Johnson had his weapons system spread out, quick to discern any mistakes with the weightiness. woman in the past had been so defeat with joy that they had given out and he learned the arduous way to not trust them during this exercise.

Up and down Elena continued. Again, she lost count on her thrusting and nearly definitely did more of them than was required. She came hard a few times but never lost her assiduousness on the system of weights. Not long after that, Mr. Johnson grabbed her hips and pulled her completed down onto his cock and he shot a tumid load of black cum deep up into pussy which stopped the poking and made both of them scream out in pleasure.

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

newsflash :"We are finished for the day young lady. Kane. semen back tomorrow at 8am, and call back, observe to the diet. One Sir Thomas More affair ; tonight, do some shaving. Remove everything from your legs, forearms, underarms, and of course, shave your pussy area completely. I don't want to see any haircloth on your consistency anymore except for your head. Understood ?"

Elena :"Yes Mr. Johnson."

newsbreak :"Good ! Now get the roll in the hay out ! See ya tomorrow."

She got up, got dressed and quickly left. She felt the burn one would feel from a respectable workout again. As she sat there on the bus for home, there was an older Black man sitting across from her who stared at her the stallion time. It was like she had ‘ black putz slut'stenciled across her frontal bone, like he knew what she'd been doing all day. She went home plate, ate, and then ran the water supply in the bathtub. She then shaved her physical structure in all the seat that Mr. Johnson instructed her to. The hardest was the fuzz just above her ass whirl but with the supporter of a mirror she got it done. That dark she slept well.

The next day, day three of the program, Elena arrived at the gym and went inside. She didn't see Mr. Johnson yet so she just stood there in front line of his desk almost at aid waiting for him to derive from wherever he had gone. Then she heard a flush and deduced that he was in the bathroom. He walked out from the privy adjusting his trunks. When he saw Elena, he pulled his cock from them and hung it out nut 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 mouthpiece ?"

Without hesitation, Elena walked over to Mr. Samuel Johnson and got down on her human knee. She took his cock in her good bridge player and lifted it up and then popped it into her mouth and began to give suck on it. From behind her, she heard the gym door open again and then heard some step. It was Orville Thomas Jefferson, another one of Mr. President Johnson's men. Orville was marvelous and thinly and had blotchy skin especially on his face. He wasn't ugly, but it was clear that he had a peel 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 night ?"

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

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

Elena listened attentively from her stifle in front of them while she continued to suck on Mr. Johnson's prick. She was gagging a little trying to get most of it into her throat. She thought about Sherri and how it must have looked to see two black-market men fuck her. Their iniquity blacken tegument as they pumped their opprobrious cocks in and out of her champion's oriental alabaster complexion, it must sustain been a sight to behold.

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

fanfare :"Oh this be Miss Kane. Sherri's supporter. She's here to influence up and well, you know how we do. Why ? You wan na partake ?"

OJ :"Fuck yeah nigra ! Let me get some of dat whoreson !"

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

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

Again, without disinclination, Elena pulled her expression from Mr. Lyndon Johnson's crotch and grabbed custody of Orville's splotched cock and put it as deep as she could into her mouth.

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

Flash :"Well, we haven't figured that tinker's damn out yet. She only been here a couple of days and she's done good so far. Was gon na suffer her do some more free weight but, we could fuck her right now if you want ?"

Elena's eyes widened. These two guys were gon na fuck her today. Her pussy started to water supply again at the opinion of being in a threesome. She was now gon na get firsthand chronicle 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."

flashing :"Alright young woman. Kane. Looks like your workout today just took a detour. learn them clothes off and meet us over there on the mats."

The two fatal men started to undress and walk towards the mat area. Elena slowly undressed as well as she watched them stack the lusterlessness 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 remember to always be shaved like that ! I don't wan na ever see or feel chaff either. Even if it means shaving every mother fucking night !"

She smiled and nodded then got down on the flatness on her articulatio genus between them both and recommenced with the earlier blowjobs, making sure to revolve her oral cavity from pecker to cock. 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 quadruplet and Orville got behind her and fed his ten-inches into her pussy.

Elena :"Oh yeah ! Fuck my cunt !"

Orville did just that, pounding her pussy from behind as she blew Mr. LBJ. They fucked her for a good hour in dissimilar perspective, with both men filling her lip and kitty-cat with rich amounts of blackness cum. Orville was the for the first time to nut in her sassing which tasted very sweet to Elena. When they finished, she was left a sticky mess and she was told to go and strip 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 enjoy yourself Miss. Kane ?"

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

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

Elena :"Yes."

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

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

The next aurora was day four. Mr. Johnson made her do some more weightlifting curing, some more push-ups, sit-ups, and some more squat lifts. She worked out a good four hr but she didn't get any lightlessness pecker or even a black dildo. On day five it was some more than of the same. At the beginning of day six Mr. Dr. Johnson outlawed clothing.

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

At this point cipher that Mr. President 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. Johnson was completely naked as well. But as she walked out into the midsection of the gym, she saw two more au naturel fatal men sitting around the exercising weight area. This was a starting time and Elena felt immediately self-conscious. Her instinct was to cover herself up with her blazonry but she quickly removed them knowing that doing so would get her yelled at.

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

nick :"flashbulb boy, this is why we love ya homey !"

They were both very intimidating looking. The short man was about 5'9 ”, and he had dreadlocks and looked like and sounded like he was Jamaican. His thick gruff beard was shivery and the only affair that he was wearing was a foresighted atomic number 79 chain around his neck. He was sitting on a exercising weight Bench and his lengthy wide sinister cock was hanging down like the clapper from a church service Melville Bell. His public figure was Curtis Struthers. His cock was the broad member that Elena had ever seen. It looked like a large burnt kielbasa sausage hanging over the meat buffet of a deli.

The other man was another guy well over six groundwork like Mr. Johnson. His epithet was ding Anvayney. His name rhymed perfectly with the soubriquet they all gave him ‘ thick N'Veiny'because of the ten-inch very thickly cock with pronounced veins when it was hard that he had hanging between his genu. Nick's dark shameful skin only made it that more intimidating. They were two more employees of Mr. Johnson's gym, both certified athletic trainers.

Flash :"Hey young lady Kane, I'd like to inaugurate you to ding and William Curtis. They're gon na be part of your workout today."

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

flashbulb :"See today we all gon na recrudesce 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 sentence. Now she was being expected to look at three black cocks up there. Three very orotund black cocks. She didn't dare record her displeasure though. She just swallowed her fright and went with it.

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

ding :"break it out. All aegir and shit."

Flash :"Nope ! You're gon na ride the dildo wheel for thirty arcminute. We got ta open that ass and get you loosened up. After that, you'll cum over to the terrace. It's already set up. Basically, you gon na get in the barker over that pad there. The curl bar has the weightiness set up on the other side. The only statement I got is don't start the curls until we get in. Then continue the coil without stopping. We gon na knead both the gluteus muscles and the arms during this physical exertion. linguistic rule # 3 : A char ain't conciliatory, if she's too close. Understand ?"

Elena :"Yes. I understand."

Curtis :"Yeah beetch, see ? you gon na finger da burn in more fashion than be just one !"

The three of them started laughing. Elena ignored the laugh and got herself ready to ride the dildo bike anally. She spackled her prick with lube and then climbed up on the wheel and positioned her ass on the nates. She slowly worked the foot pedal to strike the dildo upward and back trying to get it in. It took a honest three minutes, but she finally got the head of it past her O-ring.

Elena :"Ohhhhhh God ! Wow that hurts !"

She then worked the pedals back and forth some more trying to get the lube to perpetrate it in deeper and make things more prosperous. Her ass would always push up off the seat whenever the dildo came up. Finally, she was capable to work it in and out without it hurting. She started the bike and began pedaling. The caoutchouc cock went deep into her ass and back out with speed causing her to rise up from the seat and cry out each meter but she didn't check and the dildo never left her ass.

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

As she worked the pedals on the motorcycle, she glanced over at the three men who were sitting around watching her and jerking off. At the ten-minute mark her whoreson was better acclimated and the fucking began to sense very just causing her snatch to water supply profusely again. It was like the dildo was sawing her in one-half between her ramification, pushing her anal cavity open wider and wider with each thrust up.

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

At the twenty-minute stigma the dildo was in a honest six column inch deep. Elena was enjoying her ass fucking and couldn't wait to finger warm live member in her ass. She squealed and squirmed and screamed riding the bike faster and making the men difficult than rock'n'roll. Finally, the bell rang on the cycle signifying the end of the ride.

Curtis popped up from his rear and picked Elena up off of the bicycle like she was a feather and then carried her over to the weight judiciary. On the judiciary, Elena positioned her genu apart so that her stage were opened widely and set her articulatio cubiti up on the pad and hooked her finger around the weight bar.

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

Elena :"I understand."

notch straddled the workbench behind her while Flash worked some more lube generously between Elena's butt cheeks. The lubrication gel was very cooling system and it felt good. wink's fingers felt good as well as he rubbed it as deeply into her mother fucker as he could get it. He also brushed his fingers across her wet kitty a few times as well.

Nick took some lubricator too and coated his ten-inch-long pitch-black mamba. Once it was coated, she felt him getting closer to her and getting into spatial relation behind her ass. With his right-hand mitt resting on the base of her spinal column, she started to find the pressure sensation 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 English of her and pulled her head towards him and hold fast his wide cock near her lips.

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

She opened her mouthpiece and tried with trammel winner to stretch her lips over the school principal of it. Curtis'tool was only semi-hard and it was too big for her mouth, how in the blaze was he gon na get it into her arsehole ? She could feel her jaw spreading wider as he pried open her sassing with each drive of his cock. It was finally into her back talk at least two inches and she could feel it poking at the back of her mouth. While her tending were diverted by the impossible human face fucking that she was getting, dent had a proficient four column inch of his own stopcock pushing in and out of her pie-eyed asshole.

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

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

William Curtis pulled from her mouth and Elena refocused herself to the rooster going in and out of her ass. It felt slap-up. She steadied her hands on the system of weights bar and started to do her curls while Nick fucked away at her ass. It truly was a plenty. Elena could sense the burn from the weights in her biceps and her articulatio humeri, as well as the force per unit area from Nick's hot cock as it probed mystifying and deeper into her anus.

Five minutes like that before William Curtis finally pulled out and shot a loggerheaded sticky shipment up Elena's back. It was the firstly time a man had shot his sperm on her back and it felt very warm but messy. Nick put it back in her ass for a yoke of more pump before moving away. The whole meter Elena never stopped curling the system of weights. flash bulb was next to fuck her shit. Which he did for the next seven mo or so before pulling out and tagging off to Curtis. Elena's affection started to vex faster and she got understandably nervous knowing that Curtis was taking his good turn next.

Curtis began feeding his wide monster in and it felt like someone was trying to cleave her body open air with a drain pipe from under a sink. She'd already been opened up by a bike dildo, and then two shaft that were well lubed, and William Curtis was now making it feel 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 loose for the next ten arcminute before finally flooding his onus into her anus. Then it was gouge's turning again. Each man took three turns entire, all the while Elena continued doing curls with the weights. Finally, after they all were finished Flash told her to block the curls. They were all a bit sweaty, and the three men rested a while as Elena drank some Gatorade to fill again her electrolytes. Elena felt good. Tired but good. At least the fears of getting fucked in the ass were now over. And truth be told, she rather liked make a large cock deep up in her asshole. It was only 10:30am though which was still early, something that Mr. LBJ 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 farsighted stab. I've decided that since it's still early, the three of us are gon na fuck you for a spell in all of your holes. You're up for that rightfulness ?"

Another surprise. Elena was hoping that her workout was gon na be done for the day. Her ass was fucked spread out well and her arms felt like jelly. Now she was going to be triple teamed, another low gear for the pretty footling Hawaiian. She defied her exhaustion and met his question with pseudo eagerness.

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

They sat around for another ten minute before Elena was told to join them on the lusterlessness. Flash lay down and told her to empale her pussy on his cock, which she did, and then Curtis got his astray dagger back into her asshole. gouge stuck his rooster into her rima oris and they triple teamed her for the next hour and a half, switching places when necessary.

They filled all of her fix with some more black seminal fluid and Elena herself came about four and a half prison term. By the prison term they finished, the four of them were sexually spent. The three men got dressed and disappeared and Elena took a profligate exhibitioner before getting dressed and leaving the gym.

The following day was day seven. Elena had done a wide-cut week of instant's curriculum. She weighed in at 181 when she first started, and a week later between the exacting diet and the exercise she weighed in now at 166 lbs.

Flash :"There you go pretermit Kane. You've already lost 15 punt. I can actually start to see that you've lost some weight too."

Elena looked in one of the full-length mirrors. He was right. Her torso was starting to look a little less fat. There was a big grinning on her face. She couldn't wait to get started on the day's workout. The 2d week consisted of more fucking and more weightiness. They did the three-base hit penetration day once again, this time with ostentation, OJ, and Nick Anvayney.

On day fourteen she began the day on the exfoliation and her weight was now down to 143. She'd lost another 23 British pound sterling and she turned and jumped into ostentation's arms and hug and kissed him on the cheek when she saw the totals.

Flash :"Alright girl. Kane ! It's obvious that you are happy with your results. As you can see, in only 14 years of my program, you have lost a wallop 38 British pound. Are you ready to learn it up another notch ?"

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

split second :"That's what I want to find out ! Starting tomorrow we're gon na double your weight, Set, and time limits. We're gon na physique those muscles and eliminate 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 doorway on the far mighty which was marked ‘ trainer's room'then opened and in walk OJ, Nick Anvayney, TW, and Curtis Struthers. They were of path 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.

heartbeat :"Yes, today me and my son are gon na release that little ass out. We're gon na open up all of them niggling T. H. White kettle of fish. With our pecker we're gon na pound and tenderize your body and kick those refractory fat cells out of you ! We also gon na record it all for posterity."

Mr. Andrew Johnson pointed at the two corners of the gym where the matte were set up and there was a stationary camera in each set up near the ceiling. Standing in the corner was also a brusk skinny black char named Tammie who was holding a hand held television camera. It was explained to Elena that she was going to motion picture a porno series called Hawaiian delectation and that they were going to sell the magnetic tape to an adult website which would assist pay for her gym membership fees. At this head Elena didn't care. Her heart was racing with anticipation of having sex with five black men in one session.

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

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

Flash :"We will then record fifteen transactions of revolve blowjobs. After that, you will get on all fours and you will suck and be fucked until I say so. There will be a cock in your backtalk and pussy at all times. side by side, we'll do the like affair for a while but in missionary. Next, back on all foursome and we'll payoff turning gaping that ass. In the next leg, all three holes will be fucked at once. The final vista we're gon na all nut in your face."

TW :"Gon na paint that mofo ! Gon na paste ya optic shut squawk ! Ya hear dat ?"

Elena ignored TW's twit and walked swiftly over to the mat and got down on her knee joint in the snapper of it. All five men then surrounded her in a circle with their semi-hard Shirley Temple penises dangling in front end of her typeface. For the future 15 moment she rotated her mouth, knife, finger and laurel wreath over all five nigrify cocks and Lucille Ball feverishly, trying desperately to make them cum but to no service. During this completely sequence, Elena's snatch was poked and prodded with legion different pitch blackness fingers which made it sopping wet.

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

Elena wiped away the supernumerary saliva from her side and then got on all fours between all of the men. Only a few hebdomad ago the pudgy Hawaiian lady friend was at maximum weighting and sexually frustrated. Now she was 38 lbs. calorie-free and overwhelmed daily by sex with black hammer. The five men took turns the next three hours splitting Elena's pussy undefended with their large black core hammers. They also stretched her pharynx unfold, filling her stomach with gobs of sinister cum. Elena herself came numerous clock time as the five black men fucked her pussycat into the submissions of ecstasy.

After three 60 minutes of kitty pound and mouth fucking, they gave those hole a rest and focused on Elena's third base input. She was again positioned on all fours and for the future minute and a half her ass was gaped open by all five black stopcock, each one dumping a encumbrance of cum deep into her anus at least once. Elena could feel them entering the deepest persona of her anal canal, stretching her rectum wider and wider. The noises from the cameras zooming in and out were more frequent during these parts of the taping.

Finally, it was prison term to treble team all of Elena's holes and they basically took tour doing that the repose of the day. Elena felt so loose but constantly full which defied logic. It wasn't until close to 7pm before they finally wrapped and Elena was told she could get dressed and go home. She was both emotionally and physically spent and that night she slept deeper than she ever had in her lifetime.

Over the next few workweek the days blended together, and Elena's workout got more physical. She could feel her physical structure toning up and her skin getting pie-eyed around her osseous tissue. Looking in the mirror, she now wasn't able-bodied to see any excessiveness flab on her arms and peg and especially around her midsection. It was all evaporate quickly. By week's end Elena's weight unit was down to 120 Syrian pound losing another twenty-three. Week three was more of the Sami with Elena doing all of the prior exercises at least twice more and on weight day she had lost another five pounds bringing her weightiness to 115. Between all of the fucking, the physical exertion, and the extreme rolled oats dieting, Elena shed a whopping 75 pounds by the full phase of the moon five weeks end. She now weighed in at a sylphlike 112 quid, and looked absolutely amazing. The tiny Hawaiian girl was so happy.

calendar month later, Elena still keeps to the political program. Now-a-days her workout aren't as extreme and her dieting is not as strict. She doesn't lift much weights anymore because her heftiness are now adequately toned. When she goes to the gym now it's only two times a workweek and she goes for a few transactions on the practice session bike or the treadmill and then some black putz fucking by twinkling or one of the other trainer, or often a combining of whomever is stage that day in the gym. The number of unlike pitch-black cocks that Elena has been with has ballooned beyond flare and his trainer. Sometimes news bulletin has extra black guests who get to sleep together her that day and then she never sees them again.

She's also visited at her apartment every Thursday nighttime by gym flight simulator Kerrel Laurentius. K-Dawg bone Elena in all of her holes and whomever he brings with him Elena must fuck them too. This is called solicitation, and on ingathering day she must perform whatever sex act ( s ) that K-Dawg asking of her. Elena has grown to love the attention and looks forward to Thursday nights the most.

This is how she's able-bodied to pay for her gym clip and the past tense debts that she has accumulated during the duration of the programme. What Elena and every former woman who joins the computer programme doesn't know is that there isn't any end to it. The thrill are so steep that a missy never truly pays it off no subject how much sex that she has. Unfortunately, none of them figure it out until they are deeply in debt to it all and in most suit, addicted to it anyway. The alternate defrayment programme have their pitfalls too. The only three ways to stop the cycle and come out from under Flash's thumb is what he calls Dance, geartrain, or Auction.

terpsichore is self-explanatory. Basically, the girl ends up stripping for a pre-determined menses of time while still keeping up gym coming into court and appeal days. The defrayal are accelerated with all of her wage sent directly to the gym, and the median time to complete this option is usually a full year, sometimes more. By that metre, most of the char end up addicted to drugs and end up becoming wide fledged strippers the rest of their life. They also fall under the quarter round of the club owner so it's like going from the frying pan into the fire with this option. Only the wiser daughter who stay sporty come out of the other side and break completely free.

The caravan option deals are shorter in metre but by sheer volume in blackened pecker. A girl who has a gear ran on her sucks and fucks tons of black peter in very large gangbang session. It's more than one natural event, and it's all done within a thirty-day period. So, it's three to five power train with an unlimited number of black men in a month's time. It's payment on steroids, and the girl who chooses this option is usually finished with the gym and accumulation visits. They are told that the men are all clean but truth be told that would assume money to set up and Flash isn't bankrolling any STD testing. It's a free for all with many risk of infection and most char shy away from this option.

The Auction choice is basically the sale of your debt and body to another party. That one has the uncertainty of time served and/or overall situation with your new creditors. Elena has been briefed on all of the alternatives and she has decided to rest within her electric current platform, the two gym sojourn and the one collection night. The condition quo is never ending and she'll most in all probability be beholden to the gym the relaxation of her life.

Elena realizes this but she is glad with her set-up so it's a moot point. To do that though, she must also help with recruitment. Once flare gets you into soma, you are asked to recruit early White cleaning lady for gym membership. When it was explained to her, it was presented to her as Rule # 5 : A woman ain't complete, unless she spreads the word. Basically, she's expected to add other white char into the programme just like her Quaker Sherri had done with her.

Elena's been talking to a new girl at the secretarial pool as of late. Her name is Molly Donovan, a 21-year-old that just started working there only a few weeks ago. She's a wet-behind-the-ears little girl really, individual that Elena can easily persuade to do anything, given that she has taken her under her wing. Molly isn't fat or out of condition at all, and she wouldn't need a gym membership anywhere, but she's beautiful and she'll be just what blink of an eye has ordered.

The End