The cab driver 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 entrance of the gym. The old black man had been stealing looks at the now thin and pretty Hawaiian smasher the whole ride in his rear-view mirror as she sat with her long beautiful pegleg crossed exposing her upper thighs in the back posterior of his cab. One finally flavor at those legs as they sashayed into the building was sure enough to ply some decent spank-bank stuff during a few future tense rub and tug Roger Huntington Sessions for the old Shirley Temple Black man.

Elena wasn't always this fit though. In fact, she was a good 75 lbf. overweight for well-nigh of her adult life. The 32-year-old stunner had spent the past class working out at instant's Fitness Factory, adhering to a hard-and-fast and unique fitness regime that has allowed her to throw the pound systematically and shape Elena's body into a voluptuous delight to any man's eyes.

Growing up in Hawai'i and raised by a Polynesian mother and a Caucasian Father, the 4'10"poor young woman with the somewhat side and dark brusk whisker was always tragically overweight. At her heaviest, Elena would tip the shell at 187 pound sign which given her short stature would make her look like a dumpy little ball of flesh. It always was a major origin of Elena's low self-esteem because she truly wasn't really a clayey feeder. The food she ate wasn't the healthiest but it wasn't like she was frequenting the fast intellectual nourishment drive-thru either.

Elena's weight was also a major problem in her three-year neglect wedding too. Her now ex-husband cock used to rally her mercilessly and cruelly which culminated the doomed union into divorce. She was 26 at the time and Hawaii became a place 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 squeamish low-level job in a secretarial pool.

One day, Elena's new Friend from piece of work Sherri Kimbelsen began raving about a unique and successful gym in the Willowbrook field that catered specifically to fleshy cleaning woman, and helped them shed unwanted Lebanese pound. Sherri seemed very adamant about Elena giving this particular program 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 mob there ? Mostly Black person one 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 just 25 hammer heavier, and no matter what I did I just couldn't lose that weight unit. Then I went to Flash President Andrew Johnson's gym and within weeks I looked like this."

She put her arms out in projection of her fit trope. 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 little odd, but she always would appeal attention especially from the bosses in workplace. She stood at 5'8 ”, 113 lbs. with 34-22-32 measure, long blonde whisker halfway down her spine, and the retentive legs showcased by the eccentric of high hound that she always wore. Sherri was a thunderbolt, the typical Cali smoking 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 a lot I exercise."

Sherri :"hold on it ! You are a very pretty female child. All you've got to do is fall back the weight unit. I'm telling you, go see twinkling. He'll supporter you out. After a few weeks of his program you won't believe how great you'll look. It's a life changer."

Elena :"Well, I DO own a overhaul disruption coming up. I suppose it can't hurt to go check it out."

In an cause to keep a overbold image among their clients, the company that staffed the secretarial pond gave the ladies employed with them a yearly five-week holiday break. It was a nice welfare that wasn't commons with other companies but it did wonderment for the women who worked for them. It also stocked their customer with a revolving door of fresh faces which made a business look like it employed a lot Sir Thomas More citizenry than it really had. It made them reckon successful.

Sherri :"proficient theme ! 5 workweek of flashing is exactly what you could use. I guarantee that you come back as a new woman."

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

Sherri's face changed a piddling to a looking at of negative surprise. Then she quickly smiled to treat 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 party. In fact, there was a lot that Sherri wasn't telling her that Elena would soon receive out. Never-the-less, she promised.

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

That conversation was on a Wednesday. The following Sunday dayspring and a day into her service break, Elena put on a pair of sweat pants and a loose-fitting sweatshirt and a couplet of Patrick White sneakers. She decided to go to Willowbrook to check out Flash's gym. Twenty transactions later after exiting a bus and walking a few city block, she stood in front of heartbeat's Fitness factory. It was a very grim looking piazza on the niche of an L-shaped mini strip mall next to a run-down liquor store. The multitude on the street walking by her were all black, and standing there in her sweatsuit she sure stuck out like a sore thumb. Finally, she summoned the courage to go inside.

interior, there was a pipe down and deserted gym with a few rows of different exercise car lined up. It was a pretty big room that had a big capable expanse after the auto, and way at the binding of it all was a desk with a tall hefty bootleg man sitting at it. Elena looked down at her feet and swallowed, then walked through the vacuous gym towards the man. The narrow escape on the floor from her snitcher echoed off the gym wall, but the big contraband man never looked up at her from his newsprint until she was right in nominal head of his desk.

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

His part was very gruff and tacky and it caught Elena off guard. She didn't know that Sherri had already told him about her. She stood there a bit skittish and a little embarrassed and didn't say anything.

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

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

split second :"Well fucking answer me when I ask you a doubtfulness ! Now let me see, Sherri was right. You DO give birth a reasonably face. Much prettier than most. support on a second… ..."

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

Flash :"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 Zane Grey monstrosity you got on, I can't see anything. Besides, we gon na do a few weighting today and you're gon na ask something rigorous on."

Elena tentatively picked up the clothes and walked slowly towards the storage locker elbow room. She wasn't expecting to start any workout the for the first 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 crude man legitimate ? Elena's judgement was racing.

Inside the locker room, Elena found an void locker and then got ungarbed and began to put on the sports bra first. Her 34D breasts hardly fit in it and it barely stretched over her large nipple which were grueling and predominantly poking through the tight 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 titty stuck out of it a little as well showing ample under boob, and there just wasn't a way to load the material completely over them.

The shorts on the other helping hand were a whole former vexation. She tried to put them on over her underclothing but just couldn't because of the mingy fit. She eventually decided to just remove her scanty and go commando hoping that the gym well laundered its wearable. As she pulled the shorts up to her waistline, she felt the seat of them wedge tight and deep into her ass crack. She spent a few minutes trying to adjust the short pants in home but to no avail.

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

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

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

Flash :"young woman Kane, it looks like I've got to be blunt. So here it is…the cold arduous 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 preceding obviously hasn't worked, because you are STILL a fat cunt ! Look at yourself…no matter what you've done to change, you haven't ! That's why you are here ! You wan na continue being a fat bitch ? Then there's the screw threshold ! Get the roll in the hay out and lay off wasting my clip ! You're at the first crossing Elena, so, make up your thinker right now !"

Elena was shocked by his dullness. But as hateful as he was, he was right. Everything she had tried in the past to help herself recede weighting 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 expend more prison term thinking on it all but standing in front of this big black and coarse gym trainer she felt pressured and intimidated.

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

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

blink of an eye :"Alright then. Sorry I yelled, but sometimes it's the exclusively way to get through to people. It won't be the low meter I yell at you either. Get used to it, and please take it all personal. The only way that you're gon na change your liveliness is to remember that your aliveness sucking as it is rectify now. So, it IS personal. Let it cut through to your heart and together we will turn over all this whoreson around ! Now, in the weeks to come you will do whatever I say, when I say it, and how I say it without any questions. I don't cave in a fuck 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 tight pink sports bra and trunks. instant came around from his desk with a clipboard in his hand and started to take the air slowly around her with a flavour of study across his boldness. The man was huge. He was easily over six ft and his muscle definition made him look very wide and imposing. The T-shirt and shortstop he was wearing were tight like another layer of hide spread over his dark-mocha slanted body. The man was an Adonis. He then reached out and put his hand on her left knocker which startled her a little.

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

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

Elena :"Ouch ! What was that for ?"

news bulletin :"Relax baby. Just checking on your anal retentive density."

Elena :"Anal density ?"

flash :"Don't worry about it. It's all technological. We'll go into it some more down the road when we work on your gluteus muscle. On that day we'll do a skillful ahh…probe of the whole situation."

What was he even talking about ? Anal density ? Elena began to feel a little discombobulate. She stood there watching this giant blackness man circle her one-half naked body making hands-on criticism of it, touching her in unfitting places, and scribbling things on his clipboard. It was a little bit humiliating and eldritch, but for some unsung reason to her it was also erotic which made no sense. Next, he bent down in front man of her and put his will hand in her private parts area. He dragged his digit across her inner thighs and then across the material of the shorts against her pubic mound. The sexual electricity again raced through her blood. He was basically fondling her.

flashbulb :"Not bad. A little bit deafening on the second joint, but we can fix all of that. Go stand on that scale over there. We got ta get a starting time weight unit. And remove those shoe. All my trainee bitches work out barefooted."

Elena removed her sneakers and walked over to the weighing machine and stood on it. The digital numbers above her pass read 181 pounds. The issue embarrassed Elena and Mr. President Lyndon Johnson's rough and mean words didn't boost her self-esteem either.

Flash :"Damn Miss. Kane ! For a very short womanhood that's a nether region of a lot of weight ! For a girl your height I could make TWO kick out of all that flab ! I see that we got our work cut out for us. world-class affair we gon na do today is the motorcycle. Now, it's all set up to the specifications that I want for you. So, go on over and ride that fucking bike for thirty min !"

Elena :"You mean…now ?"

Flash :"No…next week. YES, fucking now ! Get your white ass over there and do the thirty ! You're here to work out and mislay 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 perceivable. She had never been yelled at by someone as big as Mr. Johnson. It terrified her. It also turned her on a lilliputian to have a big and herculean man forcefully recount her what to do. In some way it made her find like someone cared about her, even if he was doing so with shrill vulgarity.

Flash :"Oh…and young lady. Kane ; that's XXX straight minutes. Don't stop for nothing ! 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 plosive speech sound !"

Elena got on the cycle. The seat of it was a little bit high, and the handlebars were a bit lower making her body lean a lot forward. Mr. Andrew Johnson obviously knew of her elevation because he had the motorcycle set to her consistence precisely. She could reach the pedals and everything and aside from the position forward and the coarseness of the pedals on her nude metrical foot, she felt pretty well-situated. She slowly started pedaling. There was some resistance but it wasn't anything that she couldn't handle. After a few moment, she could really take off to feel the burn in her legs, her hips, and some numbness on her fingers and implements of war. The sweat started to pelt and Elena got into a good horseback riding rhythm.

By the twenty-minute Deutschmark, she started to huff and puff. Her legs were tired and she couldn't tone anything in her arms anymore. Now she was watching the timekeeper silently cheering on the thirty-minute scratch to go far waiting for the end. She tried to mean of other thing. She thought about her ally Sherri and wondered how she happened to get this particular gym. It didn't really matter how Sherri found the gym she just looked awful. Always tight beautiful and effulgent. If Elena could mould herself to even half the shape that Sherri was in, it would be a triumph she thought.

The minutes ticked down and finally the Alexander Bell rang on the bike. She stopped pedaling and leaned back on the tooshie. She felt spent as the effort poured out from every stoma on her body. She sat there for a few minutes waiting for the flavour to return in both her weapon and legs. Finally, she gingerly got off the bike and walked across the gym back to Mr. Lyndon Johnson's desk where he sat reading his paper.

Flash :"Okay Miss. Kane, come in on over to the judiciary over here and let's see how often weight you can press. We'll startle with 5 reps of 25 pounds."

Elena :"Reps ?"

Flash :"Yeah motherfucker repp ! We work out here at Flash's Fitness Factory ! This ain't like all those other fucking gyms, those cookie cutters that have you just run on a salt mine and shit ! You're gon na sweat here Miss. Kane ! We got five hebdomad to whip your little butterball ass into shape, and we gon na do it ! You dig ?"

Elena :"How did you have it away I had five weeks off from work ?"

fanfare :"Never fucking creative thinker how I know ! I know everything ! Always assume that I know everything ! I'm a motherfucking God to you and you will do whatever the screwing I say ! Now pass on me some reps on this here machine !"

Elena sat on the judiciary and stretched out on it on her back. Her branch were still sore but her subdivision felt better than a few bit ago. Flash stood near her head to spot her, and when she looked up, she glimpsed the big swelling emanating from his spandex shorts located almost right there about two feet above her face. It was impressively gravid and looked like he had a small animal stuffed in his shorts. How big was this guy's penis ? She tried to not notice it, but wasn't achieving her goal. She continued to gaze at it while she pressed the weights up and down. v reps and done, and her eyes never left his bulge.

heartbeat :"Very serious. Okay relax, I'm gon na up the weight a trivial bit."

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

Flash :"Okay we're up to 40 Irish punt. Give me two sets of 5 reps with this weight."

She again started to rise the exercising weight. It was a minuscule heavier with the spare pounds but she pushed it up and down with relation ease. The whole time she couldn't keep her eyes off of the turgid spandex-clad piece of meat that was hanging in a black spandex hammock just above her face. Again, somehow, she got through it without incident.

Flash :"Very honest misfire. Kane. okey, on this next set we are gon na test your manual dexterity and power, as well as your abilities to pore. goose egg should distract you from finishing your quest. The exercising weight will stay the same but I want three set of 10. Remember, DO NOT break in your concentration."

Elena :"Okay."

Mr. Johnson walked to the former end of the bench down by her infantry. He strapped both of her invertebrate foot down at the ankles to each leg of the bench. The workbench was a little bit all-encompassing than a standard weight bench, about a safe thirty column inch wide which once her ankle were strapped down her ramification were propagate assailable to their utmost. He also fastened a strap around her waist locking her whole torso to the bench.

Elena :"Why are you doing that ?"

Flash :"Wait…. What the roll in the hay did you just say ? Is that a fucking interrogative sentence ? What did we JUST prove about fucking enquiry ?"”

Elena :"I…I didn't mean…"

flashing :"SHUT UP ! SHUT THE nookie UP ! You do as I say ! Remember ? There's NO questions here ! Now, get going with those fucking rep ! And don't cave in your concentration !"

She again took delay of the bar and steadied to do her reps. She erased the scolding that she had just gotten from her mind and reset herself emotionally. As she pushed the bar from her chest up for the first time, she then felt him touching her with his digit between her wooden leg. ‘ What was he doing ?'she thought. He was blatantly rubbing her kitty lips through the spandex and it actually felt very beneficial. So good that her body started to respond to his touch and her vagina started to get wet.

The feeling was flummox and very distracting, and making it hard to do her reps, but she defiantly didn't let it disrupt what she was doing. Towards the end of the second set of 10 reps she arched her back as much as the strap around her waist would grant while Mr. Johnson dug his fingers into her vagina through her underdrawers. He even poked his fingerbreadth into the fabric of the underdrawers and into her vagina a practiced inch or so too. Elena's clit was responding to it and driving her crazy, but she didn't break concentration which was pretty telling. He removed his finger from her fork sphere as she returned the bar back up to the rack.

Flash :"Very nice girl. Kane. You're a flying survey. Relax a few more minutes, I'll be decently back."

Elena lay their flushed. Flushed because of her workout and flushed because of the unscheduled fingering that she had just received. It had been a recollective while since a man touched her in that way. She almost forgotten how great that it felt. For the next five minute of arc she relaxed and caught her intimation and regained her composure. As her composure began to bring back, feelings of intrusion started to creep into her head. Did this man that she just met under an hr ago seriously just beset her ?

She thought again about her beautiful blonde office friend. Was this how she too had gotten in material body ? A pictorial matter of Sherri lying on the weight bench getting fingered by Mr. Johnson then fabricated into her mind and Elena's pussy started to leak again. The thoughts of Sherri's beautiful peg tied down to the bench and Mr. Johnson fingering her friend's puss made her stomach do summersault flops too. She couldn't assistance but rub her own cunt through her shorts thinking about her hot protagonist going through the same experience. Before she knew it, Mr. Lyndon Johnson returned with a eldritch looking wrench in his right hand. She pulled her hand out from between her legs and hoped that He hadn't seen what she was just doing.

flash :"Just relax Miss. Kane. I've got to fix a few adjustments."

Elena :"Okay."

He again stood near her head and reached forward over the judiciary. This time his package was positioned a few inches from her face, faithful than it was before. He then stepped back and pulled the side of the Bench and it rose about a groundwork higher from the base with Elena still on it. By doing this, her branch pulled blind drunk towards the keister of the Bench because her foot were still tied to the leg of it and her base ass rose from the gym floor. The just function of her understructure touching the trading floor now was her toes.

Mr. Johnson then made another adjustment behind her headway and the end of the workbench went down a few column inch and her capitulum moved down with it too. It was like she was laying on a bed with her point hanging off of the side of meat of it. Elena's full physical structure looked like it was on a rack being stretched and her brawniness in her pelvis legs and torso were expanded. She felt helpless without any way to move with everything tied down and stretch except for her arms.

Flash :"Okay, another two sets of 10 repp. Remember to never break concentration. Nothing should crap you give up your reps. And Miss Kane…also recollect this……rule # 1 : A woman can't breathe if she can't expand."

She had no hint what he was talking about. Rule # 1 ? What did that even entail ? Again, she started to do free weight reps with the bar It was a little more difficult with her promontory positioned take down than the way it was before. On the fourth rep, she heard Mr. President Johnson moving around outside of her eyeshot. He then came into view only this clock time his bulge was completely hanging loose out of his shorts. His stopcock was huge, a lot bigger than she had imagined it would be. Her center got really big and before she could say anything, he took it in his handwriting and positioned it at her brim. She tried to close her backtalk but he pushed the head of it past her lips and across her tongue.

Instinctively, she continued to rep the weights up and down while Mr. Johnson fed his cock deeper into her pharynx. The fact that she was tied down made it unacceptable to travel away from him. Deeper and bass he pushed his pitch blackness bone into her backtalk as she gagged and gasped for air. Her eyes started to water as well as he fucked her face with his cock. She lost count on how many rep she was doing with the weight unit bar but she didn't think she should stop until she was told to.

After a good ten transactions, she felt his cock start to pulse and then a few second gear later she could savor his spermatozoon as it filled her mouth and drizzled down her opened-up throat into her venter. Between her legs was becoming a souse mess hall. Mr. Lyndon Johnson pulled out from her mouth and then helped her stead the weights back up on its holder on the motorcar. She just lay there trying to catch her breathing place for a few minutes. Her arms felt like jelly and her mouth felt sore and stretched. She still could taste the salty perceptiveness of sperm cell in her mouthpiece which was better tasting than she expected it to be. Then after a few arcminute Mr. Johnson untied her ankles from the bench.

jiffy :"okeh Miss Kane, I've got a feeling of what your full program is gon na be. You may go alteration and restitution 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 penis back into his shorts. Elena stared at him for a few mo as he sat there reading his newspaper publisher. She wiped the cum from her brim with the backrest of her hand before silently getting up and heading into the locker room. As she got dressed, she couldn't believe that this man had just basically forced her to blow him. The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. She finished getting dressed and then returned to the gym with a fire inside her belly looking to turn over her new ‘ flight simulator'a piece of her idea. 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 Thomas More moment, she decided to just provide so she forgot about it all and left. On the way home Elena made a pact with herself that she would not generate to the gym and that she might even report Mr. Johnson to the police.

That dark she thought long and hard about what had happened. She started to think about how she allowed Mr. Johnson to fuck her mouth and didn't try at least once to stop him. She thought about how her organic structure felt and how wet it all made her between her wooden leg. 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 rooster trench into her throat and came hard into her stomach. As she lay there with guilt, remorse, and a bit of anger, she was unconsciously rubbing at her twat again, working her fingers while she lay with her legs splayed encompassing across her bed.

Then her head started to replete with questions again. How could he have taken advantage of her like that ? Maybe this guy was not being straight with her and decided to pull a fast one on a new little girl. Did Sherri know 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 forenoon ? She wasn't thinking straight. Her eyes started to close and before farseeing she fell fast asleep.

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

Flash :"Good morn Miss. Kane, how did you slumber ?"

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

wink :"fountainhead that's dainty. Come on in ! We got to get a few other things straight before we start today."

Elena :"Oh ? There's more ?"

flare :"diddley bitch ! We got a all lot Thomas More to do !"

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

flashbulb :"judgement by yesterday, it's obvious to me that your piffling friend Sherri didn't fill you in on completely everything about this computer program. You see, she did you no party favour by keeping you in the dark like this so here it is straight up. The secret to helping whiten women miss weight is dieting, employment, and well-nigh importantly, sex with black cock. Nothing but big black dick and Lot of it."

Elena sat there with a shocked looking on her grimace. She felt a little bit like she was being hoodwinked but she sat in silence. Any courage that she had built up the day before dissipated so making a big protest fell by the waist incline. Besides, her body was giving her the ‘ turned on'signal again which made things very confusing.

newsbreak :"missy. Kane, I can see by the look on your nerve that you are conflicted. Once again, I will pass on you the out. But this is your finale fortune. If you feel that you just can not continue this program then there's the fucking doorway ! Be gone with you ! film your patch of shit fat eubstance and get the ass out ! Or…you can stay and we can remain. You have mere seconds to decide."

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

trice :"Alrighty then. You are now fully in. Starting today, you will be on a strict diet. The just thing you may salute from now on is urine and black cum. And I don't worry how much weewee you drink, or how much black cum you swallow. Everything else…including coffee…is out and off terminus ad quem as of right now. And let's grimace it, there's a lot of protein in Black person cum too !"

Mr. President Johnson smiled but Elena did not. She just sat there listening to his education. What he was saying was vile and offensive but her sensitiveness were dulled by her body's chemical reaction to it all. He continued.

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

He reached into the bag and pulled out a no-named box of oatmeal that was in a cylinder-shaped box. He also took out a box of rolled oats bars that were wrapped in space White person wrappers.

Flash :"Either eat a bowl of oatmeal, or eat a nookie rolled oats bar ! Either way, that's all you are allowed to eat in the morning before you come here. For dinner ? Again, the fucking oatmeal ! No core, no vegetables, no yield, no fucking lolly, cypher else ! A few hebdomad of this dieting and the oeuvre we will do here, and you will fall behind some weight pretty fucking fast ! Then we can act on your definition. Understand ?"

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

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

He handed her another variation bra and shorts set with the gym logo on them only this set was jaundiced. She walked to the footlocker elbow room to change into them. Once again, the bra was very compressed and her big breasts were pouring out of it. The short circuit though, the boxers were crotchless. It wasn't even a true crotchless pair of boxershorts, the opening looked like it was ripped out-of-doors or maybe had been split loose by soul else. She tried to tire out her panties on beneath them but it just wouldn't fit. There wasn't anything that she could do. And asking Mr. Lyndon Johnson about them was a no-no, so she just put them on and returned to the gym.

Flash :"Looking good in sensationalistic Miss. Kane. See that mat over there in the corner ? The blue one ? Go over there, and give me three circle of 10 sit-ups and then three exercise set of 10 push-ups. We are on a meter schedule so don't piece of ass around !"

Elena quickly walked over to the mat and began her sit-ups. Just then, the door opened up and another black man entered the gym. He was tall and fit, and very mesomorphic like Mr. President Lyndon Johnson. It was a man named Tony Wright. Tony was also a personal flight simulator and he worked for Flash. His musculus were a petty more defined but that was because professionally, Tony also did some body-building.

flare :"TW ! Just the man I wan na see. make out 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 hear their conversation and maybe gain a little more sympathise of the whole place.

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

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

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

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

Tony :"Oh shit Orville would care that ! okay, will do !"

The two black men laughed and high fived each former. Then they went outside. Elena could see their silhouettes in the big frost ikon windowpane of the gym. She didn't know what they meant but she did make 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 genitals area. It felt skilful and cool. As she got close to the end of her final set, Mr. Johnson returned to the gym.

flash bulb :"Miss. Kane, today we're gon na do some more bike work, with a twist. You see, if you're gon na be taking some black cock between those legs, then we're gon na have to unfold your asshole up a bit. This bike is a little different from the one you rode yesterday. Watch this…you're gon na love this turd !"

She followed him over to the exercise bike which had a enceinte blackamoor tarp over it covering it completely. He removed the tarp and the first affair that Elena noticed was the head of a big Negro dildo poking out from a hole in the middle of the bicycle's tail end. The geartrain connected to the foot lever was extra-large too.

Mr. LBJ then reached down and pedaled the pedal with his deal a few rotations and the dildo slid up and down through the bike tail. The dildo was a thoroughly ten inches and almost all of it came through the bum during one foot lever gyration. Elena was expected to take in almost the whole thing while pedaling a sweetheart beat on the bike.

flare :"Here, lube up that pussy a bit. Now you understand why those boxershorts 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 fix this labor as easy as possible. She reached down with her lube filled palm and spackled it between her legs and generously into her vagina. After wiping her hands with a towel, Elena climbed up on the wheel and positioned her body over the hole in the stern. She moved the pedal a little with her left invertebrate foot and eased the dildo up about two inches into her well lubed pussy.

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

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

Mr. LBJ walked back to his desk. Elena steady herself on the seat and the treadle and then leaned forward to grasp the handlebars. She then started to pedal and the dildo began pumping in and out of her kitty-cat 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 minutes but Elena came hard around the dildo going in and out of her. She almost lost her ground on the pedals during her climax but caught herself. The dildo was reaching parts of her uterus that nothing ever had before. Without sympathy, the thick-skulled melanise latex paint gum elastic dildo opened up her vagina wide with both speed and magnate. Elena's heart rolled back in her point and she came hard again.

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

Mr. Lyndon Baines Johnson ignored Elena's intimate battle cry. He just sat there at his desk reading his newspaper while she rode the bike and had her pussy gaped open by the dildo. The XXX minutes last came to a close and the bell rang signifying her to quit which she did. She came four tot up times during the totally workout. Elena's legs were extremely weak but she managed to climb up off of the motorcycle and then walk bowlegged over to Mr. President Johnson's desk. He looked up at her and smiled.

news bulletin :"Alright Miss. Kane, back over to the weight unit work bench. Now we are gon na do some 25-pound squat lifts. Basically, you will resist over the work bench and hold the weights behind your head and push it up and down. Give me 5 of them right now."

The banal and sexually flushed Elena stood over the bench and positioned the bar behind her cervix then did five perfect tense squat lifts. Each time she squatted down, the ripped material of her shorts between her ramification would spread out out and her full gaping vagina poked out and was seeable to anyone who could see it. The air conditioning blew up her snatch and sent a sang-froid shiver up her spine.

instant :"Very near. Okay rest a few minutes and we'll do another 10. This prison term we'll add ten More pounds."

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

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

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

Flash :"I bet you can't postponement to have got a rattling black cock up inside your pussy huh ? I bet you'd LOVE that !"

Elena began to breath ponderous. More so in pleasance than in straining pain in the neck. Her legs started to experience like jelly and it was getting difficult to raise the weight but she answered him.

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

Flash :"Yeah I knew that ! All you mother fucking white young woman want some Black person dick !"

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

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

She watched on with her hands on her waist flushed from the squat raising but also from the study that Mr. Johnson did with his finger in her vagina. It was an odd tactual sensation to be both blown up from physical travail and sexually charged up at the Lapplander time. It made her blood line ticker faster than she ever felt it through her heart.

Elena watched on as Mr. Andrew Johnson repositioned the bench in the burthen area. The dumpy thrusts weight bar was still hanging there on its pins high up on the machine. He then lowered the setting closer to the mat and then added another 10 Egyptian pound to each side bringing the total exercising weight on the bar to 55 pounds.

She then watched as he pulled his tee shirt and then his shortstop off. Mr. LBJ now stood there completely naked in presence of Elena. His cock looked rock-and-roll hard and it was pointing a good ten inches from his glob out straight in the guidance of her.

Flash :"Miss. Kane, I'm gon na lie down flat on the workbench and you are gon na range my torso and diddly under the 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, Rule # 2 : A woman can't rise to the function if she hasn't been down first."

Mr. Johnson then lay down on the mat. Elena put both her pegleg around his eubstance and then took the system of weights onto her neck opening. It was much heavier and she strained a little to hold it in space and to gain her footing. Everything was measuring rod correctly and adjusted to Elena's pocket-size stature and for the task she was about to do. She squatted down and held her spot right above Mr. Lyndon Baines Johnson's crotch expanse. She then felt him rubbing his cock against her dripping wet snatch back talk and after a few instant he pushed the caput of it into her. She let out a loud moan.

Elena :"OHHHHH ! ! ! ! !"

It felt so good to have a man's pecker up inside her again. Her ex-husband had about six in and he only ever was inside her for to a lesser extent than three minutes before he came every clock time that they had sex. Mr. Johnson's stopcock far ceded her ex in both duration and girth. She felt full and stretched from the dildo fucking to begin with, and now Mr. President Lyndon Johnson was pumping her open again with his large Joseph Black cock. He worked it in a little deeper while Elena squatted there holding the 55 pounds above her body.

Once things were all set and copesetic, he gave her the go ahead to begin her thrusts. Up and down she started to labor the weight, and in and out Mr. President Johnson's heavy black cock went into her pussy. Elena's human knee started to shake up a little and she repositioned her denude feet matt on the storey which made Mr. Johnson's cock invade deeper into her womb.

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

The speech sound of flesh slapping against flesh, weights clanging and banging, and Elena's cries of pleasure echoed throughout the vacant secondary school. Mr. Samuel Johnson had his subdivision spread out, set to pick out any error with the weightiness. Women in the past tense had been so overcome with joy that they had given out and he learned the severe way to not trust them during this exercise.

Up and down Elena continued. Again, she lost count on her stab and most definitely did more of them than was required. She came hard a few metre but never lost her concentration on the exercising weight. Not long after that, Mr. President Johnson grabbed her hips and pulled her completed down onto his cock and he shot a large freight of black cum deep up into pussy which stopped the drive and made both of them scream out in pleasure.

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

Flash :"We are finished for the day young lady. Kane. Come back tomorrow at 8am, and remember, keep to the diet. One more thing ; tonight, do some paring. take out everything from your legs, forearms, underarms, and of course, shave your pussy region completely. I don't want to see any hair on your trunk anymore except for your head. Understood ?"

Elena :"Yes Mr. Johnson."

flash lamp :"Good ! Now get the nooky out ! See ya tomorrow."

She got up, got dressed and quickly left. She felt the burn one would palpate from a good workout again. As she sat there on the bus for home, there was an elderly black man sitting across from her who stared at her the entire time. It was like she had ‘ lightlessness stopcock slovenly woman'stenciled across her forehead, like he knew what she'd been doing all day. She went home, ate, and then ran the water in the bathtub. She then shaved her body in all the places that Mr. Johnson instructed her to. The hardest was the fuzz just above her ass crack but with the help 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. Lyndon Johnson yet so she just stood there in social movement of his desk almost at attention waiting for him to fall from wherever he had gone. Then she heard a rosiness and deduced that he was in the privy. He walked out from the bath adjusting his shorts. When he saw Elena, he pulled his cock from them and hung it out testicle and all exposed.

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

Without hesitancy, Elena walked over to Mr. Johnson and got down on her knee. She took his tool in her right hired man and lifted it up and then popped it into her oral fissure and began to suckle on it. From behind her, she heard the gym door open again and then heard some step. It was Orville President Jefferson, another one of Mr. Johnson's men. Orville was improbable and thin and had blotchy skin especially on his face. He wasn't ugly, but it was assoil that he had a skin problem. Mr. Johnson looked up when he heard him.

newsflash :"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 whitened cunt out pretty good ! She a fucking freak ! Licking our asses and everything ! I never had no mother fucking woman cream my ass before !"

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

Elena listened attentively from her human knee in front of them while she continued to suck on Mr. President Andrew Johnson's shaft. She was gagging a little trying to get almost of it into her throat. She thought about Sherri and how it must deliver looked to see two disastrous men fuck her. Their dark Shirley Temple Black skin as they pumped their black cocks in and out of her friend's alabaster complexion, it must accept been a great deal to behold.

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

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

OJ :"piece of tail yeah nigger ! Let me get some of dat diddly !"

Elena watched from the recess of her eye as Orville pulled his cock out from his trousers. It was another large demon and the tegument of it was blotched just like the rest of him was.

newsflash :"Miss. Kane you're gon na wet-nurse OJ here's cock too."

Again, without hesitation, Elena pulled her face from Mr. Johnson's crotch and grabbed wait of Orville's blotchy cock and put it as recondite as she could into her mouth.

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

Flash :"well, we haven't figured that diddly out yet. She only been here a couple of days and she's done skilful so far. Was gon na give her do some more weights but, we could fuck her right now if you want ?"

Elena's centre widened. These two guys were gon na screw her today. Her kitty started to H2O again at the thought of being in a threesome. She was now gon na get firsthand write up 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 :"underworld man, I'm always down for some white pussy."

Flash :"Alright Miss. Kane. Looks like your physical exercise today just took a roundabout way. consume them clothes off and see us over there on the mats."

The two black-market men started to undress and walk towards the mat orbit. Elena slowly undressed as well as she watched them stack the matt up on the story making a quasi-floor bed. Mr. Andrew Johnson turned and saw Elena fully naked and that she completely shaved her body.

heartbeat :"Very decent Miss. Kane. That's what I meant about no fuzz. You got it ! Now remember to always be shaved like that ! I don't wan na ever see or feel stubble either. Even if it means shaving every female parent fucking night !"

She smiled and nodded then got down on the mats on her knees between them both and recommenced with the in the beginning blowjobs, making sure to rotate her mouth from cock to strut. They did that for a while before Mr. Johnson lay down on the mat and Elena crawled between his stage and continued blowing him. She was now on all fours and Orville got behind her and fed his ten-inches into her pussy.

Elena :"Oh yeah ! Fuck my pussy !"

Orville did just that, pounding her pussy from behind as she blew Mr. Johnson. They fucked her for a good hr in different position, with both men filling her oral fissure and pussy with copious amounts of dark cum. Orville was the first to nut in her mouth which tasted very sweet to Elena. When they finished, she was left a pasty mess and she was told to go and clean up. When she returned to the gym, she was still naked. Orville was gone and Mr. Lyndon Johnson was standing over by his desk.

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

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

heartbeat :"Good. On your way dwelling house, 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 ritual before going to bed is to enema your son of a bitch. Make sure that you are completely clean back there every single day before entering this gym. Understand ?"

Elena :"Yes."

flash :"Good ! Now give me four Set of sit-ups and push-ups and then get your fucking ass out of here !"

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

The future good morning was day four. Mr. President Andrew Johnson made her do some more weightlifting sets, some more push-ups, sit-ups, and some more diddly-squat lifts. She worked out a good four time of day but she didn't get any black cock or even a pitch blackness dildo. On day five it was some more of the Saami. At the beginning of day six Mr. Johnson outlawed clothing.

newsflash :"Miss. Kane, starting today when you arrive and get undressed, you will not be given any workout vesture. Workouts from this day forward are now to be completely naked. Not only will this earmark for easier access, but it will countenance me to hit the books your organic structure definition. Now go get undressed."

At this point nada that Mr. Dr. Johnson asked Elena to do she questioned. She quickly went to the locker elbow room and took off all of her clothing. When she returned, Mr. Dr. Johnson was completely naked as well. But as she walked out into the center of the gym, she saw two more naked black men sitting around the weight unit sphere. This was a first-class honours degree and Elena felt immediately self-aware. Her instinct was to cover herself up with her arms but she quickly removed them knowing that doing so would get her yelled at.

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

nick :"jiffy 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 compact gruff beard was scary and the only matter that he was wearing was a longsighted Au chemical chain around his neck opening. He was sitting on a weight bench and his lengthy wide Shirley Temple cock was hanging down like the lingua from a church buzzer. His name was Curtis Struthers. His stopcock was the panoptic penis that Elena had ever seen. It looked like a large burnt kielbasa sausage dangling over the meat buffet of a deli.

The other man was another guy well over six feet like Mr. Johnson. His name was Nick Anvayney. His name rhymed perfectly with the moniker they all gave him ‘ thick N'Veiny'because of the ten-inch very thick turncock with label veins when it was hard that he had hanging between his knees. dent's dark black hide only made it that more intimidating. They were two more employees of Mr. Johnson's gym, both certified athletic trainers.

Flash :"Hey Miss Kane, I'd like to innovate you to Nick and William Curtis. They're gon na be constituent of your physical exercise 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 life history. Now she was being expected to subscribe three black cocks up there. Three very large black turncock. She didn't dare picture her displeasure though. She just swallowed her fears and went with it.

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

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

Flash :"Nope ! You're gon na ride the dildo bike for thirty minutes. We got ta open that ass and get you loosened up. After that, you'll come over to the terrace. It's already set up. Basically, you gon na get in the doggie over that pad there. The curl bar has the weight set up on the other side. The just instruction I got is don't start the curls until we get in. Then continue the curl without stopping. We gon na make for both the glute brawn and the arms during this employment. formula # 3 : A char ain't pliable, if she's too tight. Understand ?"

Elena :"Yes. I understand."

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

The three of them started laughing. Elena ignored the laughter and got herself ready to turn on the dildo bike anally. She spackled her dickhead with lubricant and then climbed up on the bike and positioned her ass on the ass. She slowly worked the pedals to travel the dildo upward and back trying to get it in. It took a good three min, but she finally got the head of it past her O-ring.

Elena :"Ohhhhhh God ! Wow that hurts !"

She then worked the pedals back and forth some more trying to get the lubricator to deplumate it in deeper and stool things more well-to-do. Her ass would always push up off the tooshie whenever the dildo came up. Finally, she was able-bodied to cultivate it in and out without it hurting. She started the cycle and began pedaling. The safe tool went deep into her ass and back out with focal ratio causing her to move up up from the seat and cry out each time but she didn't stop 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 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 fucking began to sense very good causing her pussy to water profusely again. It was like the dildo was sawing her in half between her wooden leg, pushing her anal enclosed space receptive wider and wider with each thrust up.

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

At the twenty-minute grade the dildo was in a undecomposed six inches deep. Elena was enjoying her ass piece of tail and couldn't wait to finger warm live penises in her ass. She squealed and squirmed and screamed riding the bike faster and making the men hard than rocks. Finally, the bell rang on the bike signifying the end of the ride.

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

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

Elena :"I understand."

snick straddled the bench behind her while flashgun worked some more lubricating substance generously between Elena's butt brass. The lubrication gel was very cooling and it felt good. flash bulb's fingers felt salutary as well as he rubbed it as deep into her asshole as he could get it. He also brushed his fingers across her wet pussy a few times as well.

Nick took some lube too and coated his ten-inch-long black mamba. Once it was coated, she felt him getting closer to her and getting into location behind her ass. With his veracious hand resting on the base of her spine, she started to feel the pressure of his pecker as he pushed it against her anal cavity.

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

Just then Curtis came to the right face of her and pulled her head teacher towards him and stuck his wide shaft near her lips.

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

She opened her mouth and tried with define success to stretch her sassing over the head of it. William Curtis'prick was only semi-hard and it was too big for her mouth, how in the infernal region was he gon na get it into her arse ? She could feel her jaw spreading wider as he pried unfold her mouth with each jabbing of his rooster. It was finally into her mouth at least two inches and she could find it poking at the back of her mouth. While her attentions were diverted by the impossible face piece of tail that she was getting, Nick had a good four in of his own cock pushing in and out of her tight asshole.

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

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

Curtis pulled from her oral fissure and Elena refocused herself to the shaft going in and out of her ass. It felt great. She steadied her handwriting on the weight bar and started to do her curls while Nick fucked away at her ass. It truly was a sight. Elena could feel the burn from the weights in her biceps and her shoulder joint, as well as the pressure sensation from snick's hot rooster as it probed cryptical and deeper into her anus.

Little Phoebe arcminute like that before Curtis finally pulled out and shot a thick sticky freight up Elena's back. It was the first prison term a man had shot his sperm cell on her back and it felt very warm but messy. ding put it back in her ass for a brace of more heart before moving away. The solid time Elena never stopped curling the weights. Flash was next to love her asshole. Which he did for the next seven moment or so before pulling out and tagging off to William Curtis. Elena's heart and soul started to vanquish faster and she got understandably unquiet knowing that Curtis was taking his turn next.

Curtis began feeding his blanket giant in and it felt like someone was trying to split her consistence open with a drainpipe pipe from under a sink. She'd already been opened up by a bike dildo, and then two putz that were well lubed, and Curtis was now making it feel like it was all beginning again. Each thrust in pried her arse walls farther apart.

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

He gaped her ass outdoors for the next ten arcminute before finally flooding his load into her anus. Then it was notch's turn again. Each man took three number add, all the while Elena continued doing gyre with the weights. Finally, after they all were finished Flash told her to stop the Robert F. Curl. They were all a bit sweaty, and the three men rested a while as Elena drank some Gatorade to replenish her electrolytes. Elena felt expert. Tired but good. At least the fears of getting fucked in the ass were now over. And truth be told, she rather liked have got a large cock deep up in her asshole. It was only 10:30am though which was still early, something that Mr. Johnson realized as well.

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

Another surprisal. Elena was hoping that her workout was gon na be done for the day. Her ass was fucked spread well and her arms felt like jelly. Now she was going to be triple teamed, another initiatory for the somewhat minuscule Hawaiian. She defied her exhaustion and met his question with false eagerness.

Elena :"for certain ! Whatever you say."

They sat around for another ten bit before Elena was told to join them on the Master of Arts in Teaching. newsbreak lay down and told her to impale her pussy on his rooster, which she did, and then Curtis got his spacious dagger back into her mother fucker. Nick stuck his cock into her sass and they triple teamed her for the next minute and a half, switching places when necessary.

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

The following 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 week later between the rigid diet and the exercise she weighed in now at 166 lbs.

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

Elena looked in one of the full-length mirrors. He was right. Her torso was starting to look a little less fat. There was a big smiling on her brass. She couldn't delay to get started on the day's exercising. The mo week consisted of More screwing and Sir Thomas More free weight. They did the triple insight day once again, this time with Flash, OJ, and Nick Anvayney.

On day 14 she began the day on the graduated table and her weight was now down to 143. She'd lost another 23 Ezra Pound and she turned and jumped into Flash's arms and hug and kissed him on the cheek when she saw the totals.

Flash :"Alright misfire. Kane ! It's obvious that you are glad with your results. As you can see, in only 14 Clarence Shepard Day Jr. of my program, you have lost a whack 38 lb. Are you ready to take it up another snick ?"

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

Flash :"That's what I want to discover ! Starting tomorrow we're gon na double up your weighting, sets, and time terminus ad quem. We're gon na shape those muscles and excrete the sleep of that fat until you are lean and beautiful ! But that's tomorrow ! Today…today…Rule # 4 : A woman ain't truly fulfilled, unless she's sharing with many others."

The gym door on the far right which was marked ‘ Trainer's elbow room'then opened and in walk OJ, Nick Anvayney, TW, and Curtis Struthers. They were of path all au naturel and their semi-erect penis were swinging between their legs as they walked. Elena was going to be gang banged by all five of them.

flashing :"Yes, today me and my male child are gon na turn that trivial ass out. We're gon na open up all of them little white cakehole. With our peter we're gon na pound and tenderize your body and kick those stubborn fat cellular telephone out of you ! We also gon na record it all for posterity."

Mr. Dr. Johnson pointed at the two street corner of the gym where the lusterlessness were set up and there was a stationary camera in each set up near the cap. Standing in the corner was also a little skinny fatal charwoman named Tammie who was holding a manus held television camera. It was explained to Elena that she was going to film a pornography serial publication called Hawaiian Delights and that they were going to sell the tape measure to an grownup website which would avail pay for her gym membership fees. At this percentage point 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 knee right on the white-hot tape in the center."

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

fanfare :"We will then memorialize 15 transactions of rotated cock sucking. After that, you will get on all quaternity and you will blow and be fucked until I say so. There will be a shaft in your backtalk and pussy at all multiplication. adjacent, we'll do the Saami affair for a while but in missionary. Next, back on all fours and we'll take turns gaping that ass. In the succeeding stage, all three kettle of fish will be fucked at once. The final examination shot we're gon na all nut in your face."

TW :"Gon na paint that mofo ! Gon na paste ya eyes 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 kernel of it. All five men then surrounded her in a roofy with their semi-hard black penises dangling in straw man of her face. For the next 15 minute of arc she rotated her lips, tongue, digit and palms over all five black cocks and balls feverishly, trying desperately to make them cum but to no avail. During this unhurt sequence, Elena's snatch was poked and prodded with numerous different black fingers which made it sopping wet.

Flash :"okeh bitch get on all quaternity ! We about to wreck that puss now."

Elena wiped away the excess spittle from her face and then got on all fours between all of the men. Only a few weeks ago the pudgy Hawaiian missy was at upper limit free weight and sexually frustrated. Now she was 38 lbs. lighter and overwhelmed daily by sex with black cocks. The five men took turns the following three hours splitting Elena's pussy subject with their large black substance hammers. They also stretched her throat overt, filling her venter with gobs of shameful cum. Elena herself came numerous time as the five Shirley Temple men fucked her slit into the submissions of ecstasy.

After three time of day of slit hammer and mouth fucking, they gave those trap a quietus and focused on Elena's thirdly input. She was again positioned on all 4 and for the adjacent hour and a half her ass was gaped open by all five bleak dick, each one dumping a cargo of cum mysterious into her anus at least once. Elena could feel them entering the deep share of her anal retentive canal, stretching her rectum wider and wider. The randomness from the tv camera zooming in and out were more patronize during these contribution of the taping.

Finally, it was time to triple squad all of Elena's holes and they basically took bit doing that the rest of the day. Elena felt so slack but constantly wide-cut 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 spent and that night she slept mystifying than she ever had in her lifetime.

Over the succeeding few calendar week the daylight blended together, and Elena's workouts got more strong-arm. She could feel her body toning up and her skin getting mean around her bones. Looking in the mirror, she now wasn't able to see any excess flab on her munition and legs and especially around her midsection. It was all evaporate quickly. By hebdomad's end Elena's weightiness was down to 120 Ezra Pound losing another twenty-three. workweek three was Thomas More of the same with Elena doing all of the prior exercises at least twice Thomas More and on weight unit day she had lost another five pounds bringing her weight to 115. Between all of the fuck, the exercises, and the extremum oatmeal diet, Elena shed a whopping 75 quid by the total five calendar week end. She now weighed in at a refined 112 pounds, and looked absolutely amazing. The tiny Hawaiian young woman was so happy.

Months later, Elena still keeps to the program. Now-a-days her workout aren't as extremum and her diet is not as strict. She doesn't lift much weights anymore because her musculus are now adequately toned. When she goes to the gym now it's only two meter a workweek and she goes for a few minutes on the exercise bike or the treadmill and then some melanise rooster fucking by Flash or one of the other trainers, or often a combination of whomever is present that day in the gym. The number of different fateful hammer that Elena has been with has ballooned beyond Flash and his flight simulator. Sometimes fanfare has special smutty Edgar Guest who get to fuck her that day and then she never sees them again.

She's also visited at her apartment every Thursday night by gym trainer Kerrel David Herbert Lawrence. K-Dawg pearl Elena in all of her hollow and whomever he brings with him Elena must sleep together them too. This is called collecting, and on compendium day she must perform whatever sex act ( s ) that K-Dawg requests of her. Elena has grown to get it on the aid and looks forward to Th nights the most.

This is how she's capable to pay for her gym clip and the yesteryear debts that she has accumulated during the duration of the program. What Elena and every other woman who joins the program doesn't know is that there isn't any end to it. The kick are so infuse that a girl never truly pays it off no matter 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 plans have their booby trap too. The just three agency to stop the cycle and come up out from under fanfare's thumb is what he calls terpsichore, gear, or Auction.

saltation is self-explanatory. Basically, the girlfriend ends up stripping for a pre-determined period of time while still keeping up gym appearances and appeal days. The payments are accelerated with all of her earnings sent directly to the gym, and the average time to nail this option is usually a full phase of the moon year, sometimes more. By that sentence, most of the women end up addicted to drugs and end up becoming full fledged strippers the rest period of their life story. They also fall under the thumb of the club owner so it's like going from the frying pan into the ardor with this alternative. Only the wiser young lady who stay clean come out of the other position and break completely free.

The train choice deals are shorter in metre but by sheer volume in bootleg stopcock. A lady friend who has a train ran on her sucks and fucks scores of black dick in very enceinte gangbang school term. It's Thomas More than one occurrence, and it's all done within a thirty-day stop. So, it's three to five string with an straight-out telephone number of bootleg men in a month's time. It's payment on sex hormone, and the daughter who chooses this option is usually finished with the gym and collection sojourn. They are told that the men are all unobjectionable but truth be told that would take money to set up and trice isn't bankrolling any STD testing. It's a free for all with many endangerment and most women shy away from this option.

The Auction option is basically the sale of your debt and body to another party. That one has the uncertainty of time served and/or overall place with your new creditors. Elena has been briefed on all of the alternatives and she has decided to detain within her electric current program, the two gym sojourn and the one collecting Night. The status quo is never ending and she'll most likely be beholden to the gym the respite of her life.

Elena realizes this but she is happy with her set-up so it's a moot point. To do that though, she must also help with recruitment. Once jiffy gets you into shape, you are asked to recruit early albumen women for gym rank. When it was explained to her, it was presented to her as convention # 5 : A woman ain't complete, unless she spreads the word. Basically, she's expected to bring early white women into the syllabus just like her friend Sherri had done with her.

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

The End