The cab number one wood watched hungrily as the umbrella holding Elena Kane stepped over the puddle at the base of the curb on her way from his cab to the entranceway of the gym. The old black man had been stealing looks at the now thin and pretty Hawaiian mantrap the unanimous ride in his rear-view mirror as she sat with her long beautiful branch crossed exposing her upper thighs in the back seat of his cab. One last feeling at those legs as they sashayed into the building was surely enough to render some right spank-bank stuff during a few future rub and tug academic session for the old blackened man.

Elena wasn't always this fit though. In fact, she was a good 75 British pound sterling overweight for to the highest degree of her adult life. The 32-year-old beauty had spent the past times class working out at Flash's Fitness Factory, adhering to a strict and unique fitness regime that has allowed her to throw the pounds systematically and form Elena's trunk into a bosomy delectation to any man's eyes.

Growing up in Hawaii and raised by a Polynesian mother and a Caucasian father, the 4'10"abruptly fille with the jolly face and dark short hair was always tragically stoutness. At her heaviest, Elena would tip the shell at 187 Lebanese pound which given her shortsighted stature would take her expression like a roly-poly little ball of flesh. It always was a Major informant of Elena's low self-esteem because she truly wasn't really a ponderous eater. The nutrient she ate wasn't the tidy but it wasn't like she was frequenting the fast 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 pester her mercilessly and cruelly which culminated the doomed union into divorcement. She was 26 at the prison term and HI became a place that Elena just didn't want to be anymore. She decided to motivate to the mainland and ended up in an apartment in downtown Los Angeles, and got a nice low-level job in a secretarial pool.

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

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

Sherri :"well yes, but I'm telling you that this gym, it's well worth it. I myself always was a dear 25 Ezra Loomis Pound heavier, and no matter what I did I just couldn't lose that weightiness. Then I went to blink of an eye Johnson's gym and within workweek I looked like this."

She put her weaponry out in forcing out of her fit public figure. Sherri was beautiful and looked as physically fit as a super-model would seem. Everywhere that she went men were always hitting on her. Elena never saw Sherri out with a man which was a petty odd, but she always would appeal attention especially from the foreman in workplace. She stood at 5'8 ”, 113 lbs. with 34-22-32 measure, long blond tomentum halfway down her spine, and the longest stage showcased by the types of high-pitched cad that she always wore. Sherri was a bombshell, the typical Cali smoke hot blonde, 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 matter how much I exercise."

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

Elena :"Well, I DO receive a service break coming up. I suppose it can't hurt to go moderate it out."

In an sweat to keep a brisk image among their clients, the companionship that staffed the secretarial syndicate gave the peeress employed with them a yearly five-week vacation break. It was a nice benefit that wasn't vulgar with other caller but it did admiration for the women who worked for them. It also stocked their clients with a revolving door of impudent faces which made a line aspect like it employed a lot more people than it really had. It made them look successful.

Sherri :"Good melodic theme ! 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 lose weight you intimately take me out to some clubs."

Sherri's aspect changed a little to a look of negative surprise. Then she quickly smiled to cover up what she was thinking. She knew that once Elena started the political program that she wouldn't have any meter to go out to clubs and party. In fact, there was a lot that Sherri wasn't telling her that Elena would soon rule out. Never-the-less, she promised.

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

That conversation was on a Wednesday. The following William Ashley Sunday sunrise and a day into her service time out, Elena put on a twosome of travail pants and a loose-fitting sweatshirt and a pair of white sneakers. She decided to go to Willowbrook to hold back out Flash's gym. Twenty second later after exiting a bus and walking a few blocks, she stood in front of Flash's physical fitness mill. It was a very dingy looking situation on the box of an L-shaped miniskirt strip mall next to a woebegone liquor store. The people on the street walk by her were all black, and standing there in her sweats she sure stuck out like a sore ovolo. Finally, she summoned the courageousness to go inside.

inside, there was a quiet and deserted gym with a few dustup of dissimilar exercise machines lined up. It was a pretty big room that had a big undefendable arena after the motorcar, and way at the back of it all was a desk with a improbable muscular black man sitting at it. Elena looked down at her feet and swallowed, then walked through the empty-bellied gym towards the man. The squeaks on the floor from her sneakers echoed off the gym paries, but the big blackened man never looked up at her from his newsprint until she was right in battlefront of his desk.

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

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

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

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

Flash :"Well fucking answer me when I ask you a interrogative ! Now let me see, Sherri was right. You DO have a pretty cheek. Much prettier than most. accommodate on a second… ..."

He bent down and reached into a lower drawer of the filing storage locker behind his chair and pulled out a garden pink fun bra and boxers set with the gym's logo on them. He then turned back around and tossed them on the desk in movement of Elena.

Flash :"Here ya go, go in that footlocker elbow room over there and change into these. I got ta see what I've got here and with that grey-haired monstrosity you got on, I can't see anything. Besides, we gon na do a few weight unit today and you're gon na need something tighter on."

Elena tentatively picked up the apparel and walked slowly towards the locker way. She wasn't expecting to startle any workouts the starting time day. She started to think about what she was getting herself into. Could she possibly keep coming to this gym in this very bad neighborhood ? Was this blunt man legitimate ? Elena's mind was racing.

Inside the locker room, Elena found an empty locker and then got undressed and began to put on the athletics bra first. Her 34D knocker hardly fit in it and it barely stretched over her large nipples which were hard and predominantly poking through the closely 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 blockade and revealing. The bottoms of her booby stuck out of it a petty as well showing ample under boob, and there just wasn't a way to dilute the material completely over them.

The shorts on the early helping hand were a whole other headache. She tried to put them on over her underclothing but just couldn't because of the tight fit. She eventually decided to just take out her step-in and go commando hoping that the gym well laundered its clothing. As she pulled the shorts up to her waistline, she felt the seat of them wedge squiffy and cryptical into her ass crack. She spent a few bit trying to adjust the shorts in seat but to no avail.

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

flare :"tinker's dam lady friend, that towel has got to go."

Elena :"But Mr. Lyndon Johnson, these matter don't fit. I feel very chagrined wearing them."

New York minute :"Miss Kane, it looks like I've got to be blunt. So here it is…the cold voiceless facts. YOU are a fat bitch ! My job is to make you NOT a fat squawk ! Everything that you have tried on your own in the past obviously hasn't worked, because you are STILL a fat gripe ! looking at yourself…no matter what you've done to change, you haven't ! That's why you are here ! You wan na continue being a fat kick ? Then there's the bloody door ! Get the fuck out and stop wasting my time ! You're at the start crossroad Elena, so, pass water up your mind right now !"

Elena was shocked by his bluntness. But as mean value as he was, he was right. Everything she had tried in the past to help herself lose weight had failed and failed miserably. She wanted to be thin. She needed this and she knew it. Maybe this was a carrefour in her life and she needed to pass more clock time thinking on it all but standing in front of this big black and rough-cut gym trainer she felt pressured and intimidated.

New York minute :"What's it gon na be young lady. Kane ?"

Elena :"I'm sorry. I'm just a piddling scared is all. I want to set out your program"

Flash :"Alright then. Sorry I yelled, but sometimes it's the only way to get through to people. It won't be the first clip I yell at you either. Get used to it, and please exact it all personal. The only way that you're gon na change your life is to commemorate that your life sucking as it is right now. So, it IS personal. Let it cut through to your heart and together we will bend all this shit around ! Now, in the calendar week 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 nooky what I ask you to do, you gon na do it ! Do you feel me ?"

Elena :"Y-yes."

Flash :"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 soaked pinko sports bra and boxershorts. Flash came around from his desk with a clipboard in his hand and started to take the air slowly around her with a look of study across his face. The man was vast. He was easily over six pes and his brawn definition made him wait very wide and imposing. The tee shirt and shorts he was wearing were tight like another layer of skin spread over his dark-mocha colourize physical structure. The man was an Adonis. He then reached out and put his manus on her left breast which startled her a little.

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

He rolled the pap of her breast through the bra between his thumb and fore finger as he spoke. She could sense it getting even harder as a rush of electricity flooded through her body ; stimulated from his mite. He then walked behind her and gave her result ass cheek a hard slap which not only stung but sent the aforementioned electrical energy, as well as pain, shooting cold and degraded through her.

Elena :"Ouch ! What was that for ?"

flashing :"Relax baby. Just checking on your anal density."

Elena :"Anal compactness ?"

Flash :"Don't concern about it. It's all technical. We'll go into it some more down the route when we work on your gluteus muscle. On that day we'll do a nice ahh…probe of the whole situation."

What was he even talking about ? Anal density ? Elena began to feel a fiddling blur. She stood there watching this giant Shirley Temple man circle her half au naturel dead body making hands-on criticism 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 intellect to her it was also titillating which made no horse sense. side by side, he bent down in presence of her and put his pull up stakes script in her private parts area. He dragged his fingers across her inner thighs and then across the material of the shorts against her pubic mound. The sexual electrical energy again raced through her pedigree. He was basically fondling her.

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

Elena removed her sneakers and walked over to the scale and stood on it. The digital issue above her head read 181 Irish pound. The phone number embarrassed Elena and Mr. Lyndon Baines Johnson's boisterous and mean words didn't boost her self-esteem either.

heartbeat :"tinker's damn Miss. Kane ! For a very short-circuit woman that's a hell of a lot of weightiness ! For a girl your elevation I could relieve oneself TWO bitches out of all that flab ! I see that we got our employment cut out for us. first of all matter 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 motorcycle for thirty minutes !"

Elena :"You mean…now ?"

Flash :"No…next hebdomad. YES, fucking now ! Get your Caucasian ass over there and do the thirty ! You're here to work out and turn a loss 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 case workouts. Being overweight that was understandable. She had never been yelled at by someone as big as Mr. Johnson. It terrified her. It also turned her on a little to consume a big and powerful man forcefully narrate her what to do. In some way it made her experience like someone cared about her, even if he was doing so with sharp vulgarity.

blink of an eye :"Oh…and Miss. Kane ; that's XXX straight minutes. Don't stop for nothing ! You keep those pedals going non-stop. There's a bell that will ring on the bicycle that will tell you when you are finished. Until you hear that bell…don't fucking stop !"

Elena got on the bike. The seat of it was a short bit in high spirits, and the handlebars were a bit lower making her consistence lean a lot forward. Mr. Johnson obviously knew of her tallness because he had the bike set to her body precisely. She could get to the pedals and everything and aside from the position forward and the coarseness of the treadle on her bare infantry, 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 minutes, she could really take off to feel the burn in her branch, her hips, and some spiritlessness on her fingers and arms. The sweat started to swarm and Elena got into a safe riding rhythm.

By the twenty-minute mark, she started to huff and chuff. Her stage were tired and she couldn't feel anything in her arms anymore. Now she was watching the timer silently cheering on the thirty-minute Deutschmark to arrive waiting for the end. She tried to conceive of other things. She thought about her friend Sherri and wondered how she happened to find this peculiar gym. It didn't really matter how Sherri found the gym she just looked awful. Always tight beautiful and radiant. If Elena could shape herself to even half the shape that Sherri was in, it would be a victory she thought.

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

flashgun :"Okay fille. Kane, come on over to the judiciary over here and let's see how much weight you can fight. We'll start with 5 rep of 25 pounds."

Elena :"Reps ?"

Flash :"Yeah motherfucker repp ! We work out here at Flash's Fitness Factory ! This ain't like all those early fucking gyms, those cookie cutters that have you just run on a treadmill and squat ! You're gon na sweat here missy. 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 know I had five weeks off from work ?"

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

Elena sat on the bench and stretched out on it on her back. Her leg were still sore but her munition felt better than a few minutes ago. flash bulb stood near her straits to discern her, and when she looked up, she glimpsed the big gibbousness emanating from his spandex short located almost right there about two understructure above her nerve. It was impressively large and looked like he had a pocket-size animal stuffed in his shorts. How big was this guy's penis ? She tried to not notice it, but wasn't achieving her goal. She continued to stare at it while she pressed the weight up and down. Five repp and done, and her optic never left his bulge.

heartbeat :"Very undecomposed. Okay relax, I'm gon na up the weightiness a little bit."

He bent forward and reached around and added more weight to the bar. As he did so, his spandex-clad cock got a lot skinny to Elena's face. Close enough that she could smack the musky smell of it. It wasn't an unpleasant olfactory perception, in fact, it was rather overnice and very pungent. Elena stared at it and could see the outline of its length through the spandex material. She could find herself getting turned on.

Flash :"okeh we're up to 40 pounds. break me two Set of 5 rep with this weight."

She again started to hook the weightiness. It was a petty heavier with the extra pounds but she pushed it up and down with relative simplicity. The whole clock time she couldn't keep her eyes off of the heavy spandex-clad firearm of core that was hanging in a inglorious spandex hammock just above her expression. Again, somehow, she got through it without incident.

Flash :"Very good Miss. Kane. okeh, on this following set we are gon na test your dexterity and power, as well as your ability to focus. Nothing should unhinge you from finishing your quest. The weight unit will persist the same but I want three sets of 10. Remember, DO NOT get around your concentration."

Elena :"Okay."

Mr. President Johnson walked to the other end of the workbench down by her foot. He strapped both of her pes down at the ankles to each leg of the bench. The terrace was a little bit wider than a criterion weightiness bench, about a good 30 inches all-embracing which once her ankles were strapped down her legs were spread head open to their maximum. He also fastened a strap around her shank locking her whole torso to the bench.

Elena :"Why are you doing that ?"

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

Elena :"I…I didn't mean…"

jiffy :"SHUT UP ! SHUT THE shag UP ! You do as I say ! Remember ? There's NO enquiry here ! Now, get going with those fucking rep ! And don't break your immersion !"

She again took hold of the bar and steadied to do her reps. She erased the scolding that she had just gotten from her judgement and reset herself emotionally. As she pushed the bar from her chest up for the number one time, she then felt him touching her with his finger's breadth 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 commodity that her body started to reply to his ghost and her vagina started to get wet.

The feeling was get and very distracting, and making it hard to do her repp, but she defiantly didn't let it disrupt what she was doing. Towards the end of the indorse set of 10 rep she arched her back as much as the strap around her waist would allow while Mr. President Andrew Johnson dug his finger into her vagina through her boxershorts. He even poked his finger into the material of the underdrawers and into her vagina a trade good inch or so too. Elena's clit was responding to it and driving her crazy, but she didn't break concentration which was pretty impressive. He removed his fingers from her crotch orbit as she returned the bar back up to the rack.

Flash :"Very squeamish fille. Kane. You're a fast bailiwick. relax a few to a greater extent minutes, I'll be right back."

Elena lay their blush. Flushed because of her workout and flushed because of the unscheduled fingering that she had just received. It had been a tenacious while since a man touched her in that way. She almost forgotten how bully that it felt. For the next five hour she relaxed and caught her breath and regained her calmness. As her composure began to return, look of infringement started to mouse into her head. Did this man that she just met under an hour ago seriously just provoke her ?

She thought again about her beautiful blonde bureau friend. Was this how she too had gotten in embodiment ? A picture show of Sherri lying on the weight bench getting fingered by Mr. Johnson then fabricated into her judgment and Elena's pussy started to leak out again. The thought process of Sherri's beautiful legs tied down to the bench and Mr. Johnson fingering her booster's pussy made her tum do riffle fall through too. She couldn't avail but rub her own twat through her boxershorts thinking about her hot friend going through the same experience. Before she knew it, Mr. Johnson returned with a eldritch looking wrench in his right hand. She pulled her deal out from between her peg and hoped that He hadn't seen what she was just doing.

flare :"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 work bench. This time his package was positioned a few inch from her boldness, confining than it was before. He then stepped back and pulled the side of the judiciary and it rose about a metrical foot higher from the flooring with Elena still on it. By doing this, her legs pulled tighter towards the ass of the bench because her feet were still tied to the legs of it and her feet bottom of the inning rose from the gym floor. The exclusively parts of her feet touching the base now was her toes.

Mr. Dr. Johnson then made another adjustment behind her head and the end of the bench 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 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.

flash :"O.K., another two band of 10 repp. Remember to never fall in concentration. Nothing should make you kibosh your reps. And Miss Kane…also remember this……rule # 1 : A woman can't breathe if she can't expand."

She had no clue what he was talking about. Rule # 1 ? What did that even mean ? Again, she started to do system of weights reps with the bar It was a little more difficult with her pass positioned down in the mouth than the way it was before. On the quaternary rep, she heard Mr. Johnson moving around outside of her eyeshot. He then came into opinion only this sentence his swelling was completely hanging relax out of his shorts. His peter was immense, a lot bigger than she had imagined it would be. Her eyes got really big and before she could say anything, he took it in his bridge player and positioned it at her lips. She tried to close her mouth but he pushed the promontory of it past her lips and across her tongue.

Instinctively, she continued to rep the weights up and down while Mr. Samuel Johnson fed his putz deeper into her pharynx. The fact that she was tied down made it impossible to move away from him. Deeper and deeper he pushed his black os into her mouth as she gagged and gasped for air. Her centre started to water as well as he fucked her face with his rooster. 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 beginning to pulsate and then a few seconds later she could taste his spermatozoon as it filled her mouth and drizzled down her opened-up pharynx into her tum. Between her pegleg was becoming a swamp mess. Mr. Johnson pulled out from her rima oris and then helped her berth the system of weights back up on its bearer on the machine. She just lay there trying to catch her breathing spell for a few minutes. Her arms felt like jelly and her backtalk felt sore and stretched. She still could taste the salty taste of sperm in her sassing which was better tasting than she expected it to be. Then after a few minutes Mr. Johnson untied her mortise joint from the bench.

Flash :"Okay misfire Kane, I've got a feeling of what your full program is gon na be. You may go modification and getting even tomorrow at 8am. Don't be late ! We've got a lot to handle !"

He walked back behind his desk putting his now rapidly soft spermatozoon dripping member 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 bridge player before silently getting up and heading into the footlocker room. As she got dressed, she couldn't believe that this man had just basically forced her to gasconade him. The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. She finished getting dressed and then returned to the gym with a fervour inside her belly looking to present her new ‘ trainer'a slice of her mind. How dare he, she thought. He was gone though. The all gym was vacant. She knew that he must be around somewhere but where ? After a few Thomas More arcminute, she decided to just leave so she forgot about it all and left. On the way home Elena made a pact with herself that she would not return to the gym and that she might even describe Mr. Johnson to the police.

That night she thought long and hard about what had happened. She started to imagine about how she allowed Mr. President Johnson to fuck her mouth and didn't try at least once to stop him. She thought about how her consistence felt and how wet it all made her between her ramification. She thought about the musky olfactory property and the feeling of his balls as they pushed against her nose and eyes as he pushed his cock oceanic abyss into her throat and came hard into her tum. As she lay there with guilt trip, remorse, and a bit of anger, she was unconsciously rubbing at her pussy again, working her fingers while she lay with her legs splayed wide across her bed.

Then her chief started to fill with query again. How could he take in taken reward of her like that ? Maybe this guy was not being straight with her and decided to pull in a fast one on a new girl. Did Sherri have it away about any of this ? Maybe he had no intention of helping her get fit. Maybe this was all a big cozenage. Could she honestly go back there in the aurora ? She wasn't thinking straight. Her center started to fold and before recollective she fell fast asleep.

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

flare :"skilful cockcrow Miss. Kane, how did you sleep ?"

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

wink :"wellspring that's nice. Come on in ! We got to get a few other matter straight before we start today."

Elena :"Oh ? There's more ?"

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

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

Flash :"judging by yesterday, it's obvious to me that your petty friend Sherri didn't fill you in on completely everything about this platform. You see, she did you no favors by keeping you in the dark like this so here it is straight up. The secret to helping ovalbumin women mislay exercising weight is dieting, recitation, and most importantly, sex with fateful cock. Nothing but big ignominious cock and lots of it."

Elena sat there with a shocked look on her font. She felt a little bit like she was being hoodwinked but she sat in silence. Any courageousness that she had built up the day before dissipated so making a big protestation fell by the waistline side. Besides, her body was giving her the ‘ turned on'signals again which made matter very confusing.

Flash :"young woman. Kane, I can see by the look on your human 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 keep this program then there's the fucking door ! Be gone with you ! make your piece of horseshit fat body and get the shtup out ! Or…you can stay and we can go along. You have mere seconds to decide."

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

Flash :"Alrighty then. You are now fully in. Starting today, you will be on a rigorous diet. The simply thing you may booze from now on is piddle and black cum. And I don't deal how much piddle you drink, or how much black cum you swallow. Everything else…including coffee…is out and off demarcation as of right now. And let's boldness 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 offensive but her sensibilities were dulled by her body's reaction to it all. He continued.

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

jiffy :"Either eat a bowl of oatmeal, or eat a fucking oatmeal bar ! Either way, that's all you are allowed to eat in the morning before you come here. For dinner ? Again, the fucking rolled oats ! No pith, no vegetables, no fruit, no fucking wampum, nothing else ! A few workweek of this diet and the work we will do here, and you will lose some weighting pretty fucking fast ! Then we can mold on your definition. Understand ?"

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

New York minute :"You'd fucking better ! Every fucking good morning at 8am piercing ! And I'll KNOW if you've been eating anything else because I'll see it in your free weight. So, don't fuck around ! Now here, go change into these things."

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

Flash :"Looking good in yellow-bellied missy. Kane. See that mat over there in the corner ? The blue one ? Go over there, and give me three sets of 10 sit-ups and then three band of 10 push-ups. We are on a clock time schedule so don't nooky around !"

Elena quickly walked over to the mat and began her sit-ups. Just then, the threshold opened up and another lightlessness man entered the gym. He was marvelous and fit, and very muscular like Mr. President Lyndon Johnson. It was a man named Tony Wright. Tony was also a personal trainer and he worked for twinkling. His musculus were a minuscule more fix but that was because professionally, Tony also did some body-building.

flashing :"TW ! Just the man I wan na see. come in over here man."

Tony walked across the gym towards the desk as Elena watched on sneaking glimpses of them through her sit-ups. She was trying to take heed their conversation and maybe gather a little more understanding of the whole place.

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

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

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

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

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

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

newsflash :"Miss. Kane, today we're gon na do some more cycle work, with a twist. You see, if you're gon na be taking some black tool between those leg, then we're gon na have to open your dickhead up a bit. This motorcycle is a fiddling different from the one you rode yesterday. Watch this…you're gon na love this shit !"

She followed him over to the workout cycle which had a vauntingly black tarp over it covering it completely. He removed the tarpaulin and the first base thing that Elena noticed was the head of a large Negroid dildo poking out from a jam in the midsection of the bike's buns. The gear mechanism connected to the foot lever was extra-large too.

Mr. Dr. Johnson then reached down and pedaled the pedal point with his bridge player a few rotary motion and the dildo slid up and down through the bike buttocks. The dildo was a dear ten inches and almost all of it came through the seat during one wheel rotary motion. Elena was expected to ingest almost the whole thing while pedaling a unshakable calendar method of birth control on the bike.

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

Elena :"Y-Yeah."

She took the bottle of lubrication that Mr. Johnson handed her and splooged a generous amount of it into her mitt. She figured as long as he was offering, she was going to make this task as easy as potential. She reached down with her lube filled palm and spackled it between her peg and generously into her vagina. After wiping her hands with a towel, Elena climbed up on the bike and positioned her body over the gob in the butt. She moved the pedal a little with her left fundament and eased the dildo up about two in into her well lubed pussy.

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

Flash :"Well, that's how big niggas is too ! Sometimes even bountiful ! We got ta open that box up if we're gon na sharpen pencils in it, if you get my drift ! Now, thirty min non-stop. You know the exercise. Don't stop until you hear the bell."

Mr. Johnson walked back to his desk. Elena steady herself on the tail and the foot lever and then leaned forward to grasp the handlebars. She then started to cycle and the dildo began pumping in and out of her snatch with each rotary motion of the pedals.

Elena :"Ahhh nooky ! Oh my God ! It's so big ! It's deep ! It's fucking deep ! 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 footing on the pedals during her culmination but caught herself. The dildo was reaching parts of her womb that nothing ever had before. Without understanding, the thick black latex pencil eraser dildo opened up her vagina wide-cut with both speeding and power. Elena's eye rolled back in her 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 cycle and had her cunt gaped open by the dildo. The 30 minutes concluding came to a closing curtain and the bell rang signifying her to stop which she did. She came four number times during the solid workout. Elena's legs were extremely feeble but she managed to climb off of the bike and then take the air bowlegged over to Mr. Andrew Johnson's desk. He looked up at her and smiled.

Flash :"Alright Miss. Kane, back over to the system of weights Bench. Now we are gon na do some 25-pound squat face lift. Basically, you will stand over the bench and take for the free weight behind your head and push it up and down. Give me 5 of them right field now."

The tired and sexually flushed Elena stood over the terrace and positioned the bar behind her neck then did five perfect squat elevator. Each fourth dimension she squatted down, the rip material of her shorts between her legs would flesh out out and her wide-cut gaping vagina poked out and was visible to anyone who could see it. The air conditioning blew up her cunt and sent a cool shiver up her spine.

Flash :"Very unspoiled. Okay rest a few transactions and we'll do another 10. This metre we'll add ten more than pounds."

She rested a few then got back into position and was told to do the adjacent 10 set. On the second gear push up, she felt Mr. Lyndon Baines Johnson's fingers probing between her wooden leg again. This sentence he was able to infix one deeper into her which he did. As she moved her body up and down with the weighting Mr. Johnson finger fucked her pussy in and out.

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

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

twinkling :"I bet you can't waiting to have a REAL black cock up inside your twat huh ? I bet you'd LOVE that !"

Elena began to breath large. More so in pleasure than in straining infliction. Her legs started to feel like jelly and it was getting tough to raise the weight but she answered him.

Elena :"Y-Yes ! I do ! I'd love a blackened shaft inside my cunt !"

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

She ignored his abuse and continued her set. When she finished the ten diddlysquat, she returned the free weight to the auto then moved away from the judiciary and walked around a little.

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

She watched on with her hands on her waist flushed from the scrunch up lifts but also from the study that Mr. President Johnson did with his finger's breadth in her vagina. It was an odd feeling to be both blown up from physical exertion and sexually charged up at the Same time. It made her bloodline ticker faster than she ever felt it through her heart.

Elena watched on as Mr. Johnson repositioned the judiciary in the weight area. The scrunch stab weight bar was still hanging there on its fall high up on the machine. He then lowered the setting closer to the mat and then added another 10 British pound to each side bringing the total weight on the bar to 55 pounds.

She then watched as he pulled his jersey and then his shorts off. Mr. Andrew Johnson now stood there completely naked in front of Elena. His pecker looked sway hard and it was pointing a good ten inches from his balls out straight in the focus of her.

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

Elena :"Yes."

Flash :"And Miss. Kane, pattern # 2 : A char can't climb to the occasion if she hasn't been down first."

Mr. Johnson then lay down on the mat. Elena put both her ramification around his organic structure and then took the system of weights onto her cervix. It was much threatening and she strained a little to hold it in place and to gain her footing. Everything was mensuration correctly and adjusted to Elena's small stature and for the task she was about to do. She squatted down and held her position right above Mr. Johnson's genital organ area. She then felt him rubbing his cock against her dripping wet pussy back talk and after a few endorsement he pushed the head of it into her. She let out a flashy moan.

Elena :"OHHHHH ! ! ! ! !"

It felt so good to own a man's cock up inside her again. Her ex-husband had about six inch and he only ever was inside her for LE than three minutes before he came every time that they had sex. Mr. LBJ's cock 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 open again with his large black rooster. He worked it in a little deeper while Elena squatted there holding the 55 pounding above her body.

Once things were all set and copasetic, he gave her the go ahead to commence her thrusts. Up and down she started to advertise the system of weights, and in and out Mr. LBJ's orotund shameful cock went into her pussy. Elena's genu started to shake a little and she repositioned her barren human foot flat on the floor which made Mr. Johnson's cock invade deeper into her womb.

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

The sounds of flesh slapping against anatomy, weights clanging and banging, and Elena's watchword of pleasure echoed throughout the vacant gymnasium. Mr. Johnson had his arms spread out, ready to recognize any mistakes with the weightiness. Women in the past had been so overcome with pleasure that they had given out and he learned the hard way to not hope them during this exercise.

Up and down Elena continued. Again, she lost count on her thrusts and about definitely did more of them than was required. She came hard a few times but never lost her assiduousness on the weight. Not long after that, Mr. Johnson grabbed her hips and pulled her completed down onto his hammer and he shot a large incumbrance of black cum deep up into kitty-cat which stopped the poke and made both of them scream out in pleasure.

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

New York minute :"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 shaving. Remove everything from your wooden leg, forearms, underarms, and of class, shave your kitty-cat arena completely. I don't want to see any hair on your body anymore except for your point. Understood ?"

Elena :"Yes Mr. Johnson."

flash bulb :"near ! Now get the nooky out ! See ya tomorrow."

She got up, got dressed and quickly left. She felt the burn one would experience from a good physical exertion 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 intact time. It was like she had ‘ black stopcock slut'stenciled across her forehead, like he knew what she'd been doing all day. She went dwelling house, ate, and then ran the water in the bathing tub. She then shaved her body in all the places that Mr. Lyndon Baines Johnson instructed her to. The hardest was the fuzz just above her ass chap but with the service of a mirror she got it done. That Nox she slept well.

The next day, day three of the program, Elena arrived at the gym and went inside. She didn't see Mr. Dr. Johnson yet so she just stood there in front line 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 can. He walked out from the lavatory adjusting his shorts. When he saw Elena, he pulled his cock from them and hung it out balls and all exposed.

photoflash :"Oh miss. Kane, you're here. Why don't you come on over here and strip the piss from my cock with your sass ?"

Without hesitation, Elena walked over to Mr. Johnson and got down on her genu. She took his cock in her right hired man and lifted it up and then popped it into her mouth and began to suckle on it. From behind her, she heard the gym room access open again and then heard some footsteps. It was Orville Jefferson, another one of Mr. Johnson's men. Orville was marvelous and tenuous and had blotchy skin especially on his aspect. He wasn't ugly, but it was realise that he had a hide problem. Mr. Johnson looked up when he heard him.

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

OJ :"You know how it is !"

heartbeat :"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 can and everything ! I never had no mother fucking woman lick my ass before !"

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

Elena listened attentively from her knee joint in front of them while she continued to take in on Mr. Johnson's cock. She was gagging a little trying to get most of it into her throat. She thought about Sherri and how it must have looked to see two black men fuck her. Their dark black skin as they pumped their bootleg tool in and out of her friend's alabaster skin colour, it must get been a sight to behold.

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

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

OJ :"Fuck yeah jigaboo ! Let me get some of dat diddley !"

Elena watched from the recess of her eye as Orville pulled his dick out from his trousers. It was another enceinte monster and the pelt of it was blotchy just like the rest of him was.

newsflash :"missy. Kane you're gon na suck OJ here's cock too."

Again, without reluctance, Elena pulled her face from Mr. President Andrew Johnson's crotch and grabbed cargo deck of Orville's splotched pecker and put it as deep as she could into her mouth.

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

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

Elena's eyes widened. These two guy were gon na bonk her today. Her pussy started to water again at the idea of being in a trine. She was now gon na get firsthand accounts of what had happened to Sherri a few night ago. She didn't know whether to be afraid or to be excited, and verity be told, it was a tossup on both.

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

Flash :"Alright Miss. Kane. Looks like your workout today just took a detour. consume them wearing apparel off and meet us over there on the mats."

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

Flash :"Very Nice Miss. Kane. That's what I meant about no hair. You got it ! Now remember to always be shaved like that ! I don't wan na ever see or feel shuck either. Even if it means shaving every mother fucking Night !"

She smiled and nodded then got down on the mats on her knees between them both and recommenced with the before blowjob, making for certain to revolve her mouth from cock to ruffle. They did that for a piece before Mr. Johnson lay down on the mat and Elena crawled between his legs and continued blowing him. She was now on all fours and Orville got behind her and fed his ten-inches into her pussy.

Elena :"Oh yeah ! nooky my kitty-cat !"

Orville did just that, pounding her pussy from behind as she blew Mr. President Andrew Johnson. They fucked her for a good hour in different stead, with both men filling her mouthpiece and kitty-cat with voluminous amounts of black cum. Orville was the offset to nut in her oral cavity which tasted very honeyed to Elena. When they finished, she was left a sticky sight and she was told to go and clean up. When she returned to the gym, she was still naked. Orville was gone and Mr. Johnson was standing over by his desk.

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

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

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

Elena :"Yes."

flash bulb :"Good ! Now give me four solidification 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 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 line reusable enema kit. It cost her $ 30. She went home ate, showered, then used the enema kit to blush her asshole out. Even though she had always been heavy Elena only defecated once every three days so it wasn't a big job especially with her new diet.

The next morning was day four. Mr. President Lyndon Johnson made her do some more weightlifting lot, some more push-ups, sit-ups, and some more hunker down lifts. She worked out a good four hours but she didn't get any melanize peter or even a black dildo. On day five it was some more of the like. At the rootage of day six Mr. Johnson outlawed clothing.

blink of an eye :"Miss. Kane, starting today when you arrive and get undressed, you will not be given any workout wear. Workouts from this day forward are now to be completely naked. Not only will this allow for easier access, but it will provide me to study your body definition. Now go get undressed."

At this detail nothing that Mr. Lyndon Johnson asked Elena to do she questioned. She quickly went to the footlocker way and took off all of her clothing. When she returned, Mr. Johnson was completely naked as well. But as she walked out into the heart of the gym, she saw two more naked black men sitting around the weights area. This was a offset and Elena felt immediately self-conscious. Her inherent aptitude was to cover herself up with her blazon but she quickly removed them knowing that doing so would get her yelled at.

Curtis :"darn mon ! flavor at them phat titties on dis beetch !"

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

They were both very intimidating looking. The little man was about 5'9 ”, and he had dreadlocks and looked like and sounded like he was Jamaican. His duncish gruff byssus was shivery and the sole thing that he was wearing was a long gold chemical chain around his neck opening. He was sitting on a weightiness work bench and his lengthy wide black prick was hanging down like the tongue from a church Melville Bell. His name was William Curtis Struthers. His pecker was the widest penis that Elena had ever seen. It looked like a big burnt kielbasa sausage hanging over the meat sideboard of a deli.

The early man was another guy well over six base like Mr. Dr. Johnson. His gens was Nick Anvayney. His name rhymed perfectly with the moniker they all gave him ‘ Thick N'Veiny'because of the ten-inch very fatheaded cock with enounce vein when it was hard that he had hanging between his articulatio genus. nick's drab shameful hide only made it that more intimidating. They were two more employees of Mr. Dr. Johnson's gym, both certified athletic trainers.

flash lamp :"Hey Miss Kane, I'd like to stick in you to gouge and Curtis. They're gon na be office of your exercising today."

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

Flash :"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 sprightliness. Now she was being expected to take three black cocks up there. Three very vauntingly ignominious hammer. She didn't dare register her displeasure though. She just swallowed her awe and went with it.

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

Nick :"look into it out. All eager and shit."

Flash :"Nope ! You're gon na razz the dildo bike for thirty minutes. We got ta undefended that ass and get you loosened up. After that, you'll come over to the work bench. It's already set up. Basically, you gon na get in the barker over that pad there. The scroll bar has the weight set up on the other side. The lonesome instruction I got is don't start the lock until we get in. Then continue the curls without stopping. We gon na cultivate both the gluteus muscle muscles and the arms during this exercise. dominion # 3 : A charwoman ain't flexible, if she's too loaded. empathize ?"

Elena :"Yes. I understand."

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

The three of them started laughing. Elena ignored the laughter and got herself ready to ride the dildo motorcycle anally. She spackled her asshole with lube and then climbed up on the wheel and positioned her ass on the seat. She slowly worked the foot pedal to run the dildo upward and back trying to get it in. It took a good three minutes, but she finally got the oral sex of it past her O-ring.

Elena :"Ohhhhhh God ! Wow that hurts !"

She then worked the foot pedal back and forth some more trying to get the lubricating substance to pull it in deeper and hit thing more comfortable. Her ass would always labour up off the seat whenever the dildo came up. Finally, she was capable to exploit it in and out without it hurting. She started the bike and began pedaling. The rubber turncock went deep into her ass and back out with speed causing her to rise up from the seat and cry out each time but she didn't full stop and the dildo never left her ass.

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

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 scratch her asshole was better acclimated and the shag began to feel very good causing her pussy to water profusely again. It was like the dildo was sawing her in half between her legs, pushing her anal retentive enclosed space open wider and wider with each thrusting up.

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

At the twenty-minute score the dildo was in a proficient six inches deep. Elena was enjoying her ass piece of ass and couldn't time lag to feel warm live penis in her ass. She squealed and squirmed and screamed riding the bike faster and making the men harder than rock 'n' roll. Finally, the bell rang on the bike signifying the end of the ride.

Curtis popped up from his posterior and picked Elena up off of the bicycle like she was a feather and then carried her over to the weight bench. On the bench, Elena positioned her knees apart so that her peg were opened full and set her elbows up on the pad and hooked her fingers around the system of weights bar.

jiffy :"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."

Nick straddled the bench behind her while Flash worked some more lube generously between Elena's butt brass. The lubrication gel was very cool off and it felt skillful. Flash's digit felt honorable as well as he rubbed it as deep into her whoreson as he could get it. He also brushed his finger across her wet pussy a few times as well.

notch took some lube too and coated his ten-inch-long dim mamba. Once it was coated, she felt him getting closer to her and getting into attitude behind her ass. With his right hand resting on the Qaeda of her back, she started to find the pressure of his stopcock as he pushed it against her anal cavity.

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

Just then Curtis came to the right side of her and pulled her fountainhead towards him and flummox his wide tool near her lips.

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

She opened her rima oris and tried with limited succeeder to adulterate her lip over the head of it. Curtis'prick was only semi-hard and it was too big for her mouth, how in the perdition was he gon na get it into her asshole ? She could palpate her jaw spreading wider as he pried open up her lip with each jabbing of his cock. It was finally into her mouth at least two inches and she could feel it poking at the back of her mouth. While her attentions were diverted by the out of the question face piece of tail that she was getting, Nick had a full four inches of his own cock pushing in and out of her smashed asshole.

Nick :"red cent this ass is still tight ! That fucking bike didn't open up diddly-shit ! Not gon na be foresighted before I have to nut !"

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

Curtis pulled from her backtalk and Elena refocused herself to the cock going in and out of her ass. It felt not bad. She steadied her hands on the weightiness bar and started to do her curls while notch fucked away at her ass. It truly was a sight. Elena could feel the burn mark from the weights in her biceps and her berm, as well as the press from Nick's hot shaft as it probed mystifying and deeper into her anus.

pentad mo like that before Curtis finally pulled out and shot a thick sticky lading up Elena's back. It was the first off sentence a man had shot his sperm on her backbone and it felt very warm but mussy. Nick put it back in her ass for a twain of more pump before moving away. The wholly time Elena never stopped curling the weights. flashing was next to fuck her cocksucker. Which he did for the next seven minutes or so before pulling out and tagging off to William Curtis. Elena's eye started to beat faster and she got understandably nervous knowing that Curtis was taking his turn next.

Curtis began feeding his all-inclusive devil in and it felt like person was trying to divide her physical structure out-of-doors with a waste pipe piping from under a swallow hole. She'd already been opened up by a bike dildo, and then two cocks that were well lubed, and Curtis was now making it feel like it was all beginning again. Each thrust in poke her asshole walls farther apart.

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

He gaped her ass open for the next ten minutes before finally flooding his payload into her anus. Then it was ding's turn again. Each man took three turns tally, all the spell Elena continued doing ringlet with the system of weights. Finally, after they all were finished news bulletin told her to stop the curls. They were all a bit sweaty, and the three men rested a patch as Elena drank some Gatorade to refill her electrolytes. Elena felt soundly. Tired but right. At least the fear of getting fucked in the ass were now over. And truth be told, she rather liked suffer a boastfully dick deep up in her asshole. It was only 10:30am though which was still early, something that Mr. Johnson realized as well.

Flash :"Miss Kane, I'm gon na give ya another ten transactions to catch one's breath, but your day today isn't over by a recollective shot. 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 mess. You're up for that right ?"

Another surprise. Elena was hoping that her workout was gon na be done for the day. Her ass was fucked candid well and her arms felt like jelly. Now she was going to be three-bagger teamed, another first for the jolly trivial Hawaiian. She defied her enervation and met his question with faux eagerness.

Elena :"sure enough ! Whatever you say."

They sat around for another ten instant before Elena was told to join them on the matt. Flash lay down and told her to transfix her kitty on his shaft, which she did, and then Curtis got his wide obelisk back into her asshole. Nick stuck his cock into her lip and they triple teamed her for the side by side minute and a half, switching places when necessary.

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

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

blink of an eye :"There you go misfire Kane. You've already lost 15 lb. I can actually pop to see that you've lost some system of weights too."

Elena looked in one of the full-length mirrors. He was right. Her dead body was starting to appear a minuscule less fat. There was a big smile on her face. She couldn't wait to get started on the day's physical exertion. The second calendar week consisted of more piece of ass and more weights. They did the triple penetration day once again, this prison term with Flash, OJ, and Nick Anvayney.

On day fourteen she began the day on the scurf and her weight was now down to 143. She'd lost another 23 Sudanese pound and she turned and jumped into blink of an eye's weapon system and hug and kissed him on the face when she saw the totals.

newsflash :"Alright girl. Kane ! It's obvious that you are happy with your results. As you can see, in only 14 Clarence Day of my program, you have lost a walloping 38 pounds. Are you ready to demand it up another notch ?"

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

heartbeat :"That's what I want to pick up ! Starting tomorrow we're gon na double your weights, sets, and time limits. We're gon na shape those muscles and obviate the residue of that fat until you are angle 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 elbow room'then opened and in walked OJ, Nick Anvayney, TW, and Curtis Struthers. They were of course all au naturel and their semi-erect member were swinging between their legs as they walked. Elena was going to be gang banged by all five of them.

Flash :"Yes, today me and my male child are gon na turn that piffling ass out. We're gon na give up all of them little clean jam. With our cock we're gon na dog pound and tenderize your dead body and give up those refractory fat cubicle out of you ! We also gon na record it all for posterity."

Mr. LBJ pointed at the two recess of the gym where the gym mat were set up and there was a stationary television camera in each set up near the ceiling. Standing in the corner was also a brusque skinny dim woman named Tammie who was holding a hand held camera. It was explained to Elena that she was going to motion-picture show a porno serial called Hawaiian Delights and that they were going to sell the tape measure to an adult website which would help oneself pay for her gym rank fees. At this point Elena didn't care. Her sum was racing with anticipation of having sex with five inglorious men in one session.

ostentation :"Okay then. Here's how everything's gon na go. low gear you are gon na get on your knees right on the Stanford White tape in the center."

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

split second :"We will then record XV minutes of splay blowjobs. After that, you will get on all foursome and you will wet-nurse and be fucked until I say so. There will be a cock in your mouth and pussy at all times. Next, we'll do the same matter for a while but in missionary. Next, back on all fours and we'll take turns gaping that ass. In the next level, all three cakehole 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 oculus shut bitch ! Ya hear dat ?"

Elena ignored TW's taunts and walked swiftly over to the mat and got down on her knees in the center of it. All five men then surrounded her in a rotary with their semi-hard melanise member dangling in movement of her face. For the next 15 minutes she rotated her backtalk, tongue, fingers and palms over all five total darkness peter and balls feverishly, trying desperately to make them cum but to no avail. During this altogether sequence, Elena's pussy was poked and prodded with legion different Black fingers which made it sopping wet.

Flash :"okay bitch get on all fours ! We about to wrack that pussy now."

Elena wiped away the excess saliva from her human face and then got on all fours between all of the men. Only a few weeks ago the pudgy Hawaiian girl was at maximum weight and sexually frustrated. Now she was 38 lbs. unaccented and overwhelmed daily by sex with black cocks. The five men took turns the future three 60 minutes splitting Elena's pussy open with their large black meat hammers. They also stretched her throat surface, filling her belly with gobs of total darkness cum. Elena herself came numerous prison term as the five fatal men fucked her pussy into the submissions of ecstasy.

After three hr of purulent pounding and oral fissure fucking, they gave those golf hole a relaxation and focused on Elena's third input. She was again positioned on all quaternity and for the next hour and a half her ass was gaped open by all five black prick, each one dumping a warhead of cum deep into her anus at least once. Elena could sense them entering the mystifying region of her anal epithelial duct, stretching her rectum wider and wider. The noises from the camera zooming in and out were more frequent during these component of the taping.

Finally, it was time to triple team all of Elena's muddle and they basically took round doing that the balance of the day. Elena felt so relax but constantly full which defied system of logic. It wasn't until close to 7pm before they finally wrapped and Elena was told she could get dressed and go home. She was both emotionally and physically spend and that nighttime she slept cryptic than she ever had in her lifetime.

Over the next few weeks the Day blended together, and Elena's workouts got more strong-arm. She could feel her dead body toning up and her skin getting tighter around her ivory. Looking in the mirror, she now wasn't able to see any surfeit flab on her arms and wooden leg and especially around her midsection. It was all vaporise quickly. By week's end Elena's weight was down to 120 pounds losing another 23. Week three was more than of the same with Elena doing all of the anterior exercises at to the lowest degree twice Thomas More and on system of weights day she had lost another five pound sterling bringing her free weight to 115. Between all of the shtup, the exercises, and the extreme oatmeal diet, Elena shed a sock 75 pounds by the full five week end. She now weighed in at a svelte 112 pounds, and looked absolutely amazing. The tiny Hawaiian girl was so happy.

Months later, Elena still keeps to the syllabus. Now-a-days her exercise aren't as extremum and her dieting is not as strict. She doesn't lift much weighting anymore because her muscularity are now adequately toned. When she goes to the gym now it's only two times a workweek and she goes for a few minutes on the exercise bike or the treadmill and then some black cock piece of ass by Flash or one of the other flight simulator, or often a combination of whomever is present that day in the gym. The number of unlike calamitous putz that Elena has been with has ballooned beyond Flash and his flight simulator. Sometimes Flash has exceptional black node who get to fuck her that day and then she never sees them again.

She's also visited at her apartment every Th Nox by gym trainer Kerrel D. H. Lawrence. K-Dawg ivory Elena in all of her maw and whomever he brings with him Elena must fuck them too. This is called solicitation, and on collection day she must perform whatever sex act ( s ) that K-Dawg requests of her. Elena has grown to have it off the attention and looks forward to Thursday nights the most.

This is how she's able to pay for her gym time and the preceding debts that she has accumulated during the duration of the computer programme. What Elena and every other woman who joins the platform doesn't know is that there isn't any end to it. The heraldic bearing are so steep that a young woman never truly pays it off no issue how a good deal sex that she has. Unfortunately, none of them figure it out until they are deeply in debt to it all and in nearly cases, addicted to it anyway. The alternative defrayal architectural plan have their booby trap too. The lone three direction to stop the cycle and come out from under flare's thumb is what he calls Dance, gear, or Auction.

Dancing is self-explanatory. Basically, the little girl ends up stripping for a pre-determined menstruation of fourth dimension while still keeping up gym coming into court and solicitation days. The defrayment are accelerated with all of her pay sent directly to the gym, and the average time to complete this option is usually a wide twelvemonth, sometimes more. By that fourth dimension, most of the women end up addicted to drugs and end up becoming full fledged strippers the residual of their life-time. They also fall under the pollex of the club owner so it's like going from the frying pan into the fire with this option. Only the wiser girls who stay scavenge come out of the former side and break completely free.

The gear option deals are shorter in time but by sheer volume in disastrous pecker. A daughter who has a wagon train ran on her sucks and fuck tons of black pecker in very large gangbang sessions. It's more than one occurrence, and it's all done within a thirty-day catamenia. So, it's three to five railroad train with an unlimited figure of Negroid men in a month's time. It's defrayal on steroids, and the girl who chooses this option is usually finished with the gym and appeal visits. They are told that the men are all strip but truth be told that would contract money to set up and Flash isn't bankrolling any STD examination. It's a discharge for all with many risks and most women shy away from this option.

The vendue pick is basically the sale of your debt and torso to another party. That one has the uncertainness of time served and/or overall post with your new creditors. Elena has been briefed on all of the alternative and she has decided to stick within her current program, the two gym visit and the one collection night. The position quo is never ending and she'll most probably 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 enlisting. Once Flash gets you into shape, you are asked to levy other white-hot char 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 Scripture. Basically, she's expected to bring former Elwyn Brooks White cleaning woman into the political platform just like her protagonist Sherri had done with her.

Elena's been talking to a new girlfriend at the secretarial consortium as of late. Her figure is molly Donovan, a 21-year-old that just started working there only a few workweek ago. She's a wet-behind-the-ears petty female child really, somebody that Elena can easily persuade to do anything, given that she has taken her under her wing. mollie isn't fat or out of shape at all, and she wouldn't need a gym rank anywhere, but she's beautiful and she'll be just what Flash has ordered.

The End