The cab driver watched hungrily as the umbrella holding Elena Kane stepped over the puddle at the fundament of the curb on her way from his cab to the ingress of the gym. The old black man had been stealing tone at the now thin and pretty Hawaiian beauty the whole ride in his rear-view mirror as she sat with her recollective beautiful ramification crossed exposing her upper thighs in the back seat of his cab. One cobbler's last flavor at those pegleg as they sashayed into the building was indisputable enough to render some properly spank-bank material during a few future rub and tug Roger Huntington Sessions for the old disastrous man.

Elena wasn't always this fit though. In fact, she was a good 75 Pound overweight for about of her adult life. The 32-year-old lulu had spent the past year working out at flashgun's Fitness Factory, adhering to a strict and unparalleled fitness regimen that has allowed her to shed the pounds systematically and shape Elena's body into a curvaceous delight to any man's eyes.

Growing up in Hawaii and raised by a Polynesian female parent and a White father, the 4'10"short girl with the pretty grimace and dreary short haircloth was always tragically overweight. At her arduous, Elena would tip the scales at 187 pounds which given her short stature would form her spirit like a pudgy short ball of flesh. It always was a Major seed of Elena's low self-esteem because she truly wasn't really a heavy feeder. The food she ate wasn't the good for you but it wasn't like she was frequenting the degraded solid food drive-thru either.

Elena's weighting was also a major job in her three-year betray marriage too. Her now ex-husband Saint Peter the Apostle used to badger her mercilessly and cruelly which culminated the doomed Union into divorce. She was 26 at the metre and Hawaii became a billet that Elena just didn't want to be anymore. She decided to make a motion 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 arena that catered specifically to overweight char, and helped them shed unwanted quid. Sherri seemed very diamond about Elena giving this fussy broadcast 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 ring there ? Mostly black I too. I'm just not sure."

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

She put her arms out in projection of her fit figure. Sherri was beautiful and looked as physically fit as a super-model would wait. Everywhere that she went men were always hitting on her. Elena never saw Sherri out with a man which was a trivial odd, but she always would attract attention especially from the hirer in work. She stood at 5'8 ”, 113 lbs. with 34-22-32 measurements, long light-haired fuzz halfway down her backrest, and the longest peg showcased by the types of senior high school heels that she always wore. Sherri was a bombshell, the typical Cali smoking hot blond, and she always dressed that way too, wearing dead skirts and cleavage showing blouses.

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

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

Elena :"Well, I DO cause a Service break coming up. I suppose it can't hurt to go check it out."

In an effort to restrain a freshly image among their clients, the company that staffed the secretarial puddle gave the dame employed with them a yearly five-week vacation break. It was a nice benefit that wasn't common with other party but it did wonder for the char who worked for them. It also stocked their guest with a revolving room access of smart faces which made a business enterprise look like it employed a lot more people than it really had. It made them look successful.

Sherri :"Good idea ! pentad weeks of blink of an eye is exactly what you could use. I guarantee that you come back as a new woman."

Elena :"Gee I hope you are redress. okeh, I'll do it ! But when I get lose weight you better take me out to some clubs."

Sherri's grimace changed a piddling to a looking at of disconfirming surprise. Then she quickly smiled to breed up what she was thinking. She knew that once Elena started the curriculum that she wouldn't have any metre to go out to nightspot and party. In fact, there was a lot that Sherri wasn't telling her that Elena would soon find out. Never-the-less, she promised.

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

That conversation was on a Wednesday. The following Dominicus dawn and a day into her service break, Elena put on a brace of sweat pants and a loose-fitting sweatshirt and a pair of white stoolie. She decided to go to Willowbrook to check out twinkling's gym. Twenty minutes later after exiting a bus and walking a few blockage, she stood in front end of Flash's fittingness Factory. It was a very dingy looking place on the box of an L-shaped mini strip mall future to a creaky John Barleycorn store. The people on the street walking by her were all black, and standing there in her effort she sure stuck out like a sore ovolo. Finally, she summoned the courage to go inside.

Inside, there was a quiet and deserted gym with a few rows of dissimilar exercise machines lined up. It was a pretty big room that had a big open arena after the simple machine, and way at the back of it all was a desk with a tall powerful Shirley Temple man sitting at it. Elena looked down at her feet and swallowed, then walked through the abandon gym towards the man. The close call on the trading floor from her sneakers echoed off the gym walls, but the big Shirley Temple Black man never looked up at her from his newspaper until she was right in front man of his desk.

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

His vocalisation was very crusty and loud and it caught Elena off precaution. She didn't know that Sherri had already told him about her. She stood there a bit nervous and a fiddling 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 suffice me when I ask you a doubt ! Now let me see, Sherri was right. You DO have a fairly face. Much prettier than most. Hold on a second… ..."

He bent down and reached into a glower drawer of the filing console behind his chair and pulled out a pink sportswoman bra and shorts set with the gym's logo on them. He then turned back around and tossed them on the desk in front man of Elena.

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

Elena tentatively picked up the clothes and walked slowly towards the locker way. She wasn't expecting to start any physical exercise the first 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 intellect was racing.

Inside the locker way, Elena found an vacate locker and then got undressed and began to put on the sports bra first. Her 34D breasts hardly fit in it and it barely stretched over her large mammilla which were hard and predominantly poking through the compressed garden pink spandex textile. It pushed her breasts up and together like a wonder bra would and pointed her rock-hard nipple straight forward which was a bit blockade and revealing. The bottoms of her booby stuck out of it a little as well showing ample under pinhead, and there just wasn't a way to stretch the material completely over them.

The shorts on the other handwriting were a whole other cephalalgia. She tried to put them on over her underclothing but just couldn't because of the mean fit. She eventually decided to just remove her panties and go commando hoping that the gym well laundered its clothing. As she pulled the drawers up to her waist, she felt the fanny of them wedge tight and deeply into her ass gap. She spent a few second trying to adjust the shorts in place but to no avail.

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

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

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

flashbulb :"fille Kane, it looks like I've got to be blunt. So here it is…the cold heavily facts. YOU are a fat bitch ! My job is to make you NOT a fat cunt ! Everything that you have tried on your own in the past obviously hasn't worked, because you are STILL a fat bitch ! Look at yourself…no topic what you've done to convert, you haven't ! That's why you are here ! You wan na continue being a fat bitch ? Then there's the fucking doorway ! Get the fuck out and arrest wasting my prison term ! You're at the first crossroad Elena, so, make up your mind right now !"

Elena was shocked by his bluntness. But as mean as he was, he was right. Everything she had tried in the past to help herself lose weight had failed and failed miserably. She wanted to be thin. She needed this and she knew it. Maybe this was a crossroads in her life and she needed to spend more than time thinking on it all but standing in social movement of this big black and coarse gym trainer she felt pressured and intimidated.

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

Elena :"I'm sorry. I'm just a little scared is all. I want to set about 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 time I yell at you either. Get used to it, and please take it all personal. The only way that you're gon na vary your life sentence is to remember that your life sentence sucks as it is right on now. So, it IS personal. Let it cut through to your eye and together we will turn all this crap around ! Now, in the workweek to come you will do whatever I say, when I say it, and how I say it without any interrogative sentence. I don't give a fuck what I ask you to do, you gon na do it ! Do you finger 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 nasty pink sports bra and underdrawers. ostentation came around from his desk with a clipboard in his hand and started to walk slowly around her with a tone of subject field across his face. The man was huge. He was easily over six animal foot and his brawn definition made him see very wide and imposing. The t-shirt and shorts he was wearing were tight like another bed of skin spread over his dark-mocha colored physical structure. The man was an Adonis. He then reached out and put his hand on her left breast which startled her a little.

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

He rolled the nipple of her bosom through the bra between his thumb and fore digit 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 leave ass cheek a hard smack which not only stung but sent the aforementioned electricity, as well as pain, shooting cold and dissolute through her.

Elena :"Ouch ! What was that for ?"

split second :"Relax sister. Just checking on your anal density."

Elena :"Anal density ?"

Flash :"Don't worry about it. It's all technical. We'll go into it some more down the road when we work on your 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 minuscule confused. She stood there watching this giant Negro man circle her one-half raw eubstance making hands-on review article of it, touching her in unfitting seat, and scribbling things on his clipboard. It was a little bit humiliating and Weird, but for some unknown reason to her it was also erotic which made no sense. succeeding, he bent down in straw man of her and put his lead hired hand in her crotch arena. He dragged his finger across her inner second joint and then across the material of the shorts against her pubic knoll. The sexual electricity again raced through her blood. He was basically fondling her.

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

Elena removed her sneaker and walked over to the scale and stood on it. The digital numbers above her brain read 181 hammer. The number embarrassed Elena and Mr. Johnson's robustious and mean words didn't boost her self-esteem either.

Flash :"Damn misfire. Kane ! For a very inadequate woman that's a sin of a lot of weight ! For a girl your summit I could make TWO bitch out of all that flab ! I see that we got our employment cut out for us. First thing we gon na do today is the bike. Now, it's all set up to the stipulation that I want for you. So, go on over and ride that fucking bike for thirty hour !"

Elena :"You mean…now ?"

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

Elena reluctantly walked over to the bicycle. She hated doing cardio type physical exertion. Being overweight that was understandable. She had never been yelled at by someone as big as Mr. Andrew Johnson. It terrified her. It also turned her on a niggling to stimulate a big and powerful man forcefully assure her what to do. In some way it made her feel like soul cared about her, even if he was doing so with piercing vulgarity.

ostentation :"Oh…and missy. Kane ; that's 30 direct hour. Don't stop for nothing ! You keep those pedals going non-stop. There's a bell that will knell on the bike that will state you when you are finished. Until you hear that bell…don't fucking plosive !"

Elena got on the wheel. The seat of it was a little bit high, and the handlebars were a bit lower making her torso lean a lot forward. Mr. Dr. Johnson obviously knew of her altitude because he had the bike set to her body precisely. She could reach the pedals and everything and aside from the position forward and the raunch of the pedals on her bare feet, she felt pretty comfortable. She slowly started pedaling. There was some resistance but it wasn't anything that she couldn't hold. After a few minutes, she could really start to feel the burn in her wooden leg, her pelvis, and some numbness on her fingers and weaponry. The sweat started to stream and Elena got into a good riding rhythm.

By the twenty-minute stain, she started to huff and puff. Her stage were tired and she couldn't feel anything in her arms anymore. Now she was watching the timekeeper silently cheering on the thirty-minute mark to go far waiting for the end. She tried to suppose of other things. She thought about her friend Sherri and wondered how she happened to find this peculiar gym. It didn't really count how Sherri found the gym she just looked amazing. Always tight beautiful and beaming. If Elena could work herself to even half the shape that Sherri was in, it would be a triumph she thought.

The minutes ticked down and finally the gong rang on the bike. She stopped pedaling and leaned back on the hindquarters. She felt spent as the stew poured out from every stomate on her consistency. She sat there for a few instant waiting for the feelings to refund in both her weaponry and legs. Finally, she gingerly got off the bike and walked across the gym back to Mr. President Lyndon Johnson's desk where he sat reading his paper.

Flash :"Okay young woman. Kane, come on over to the terrace over here and let's see how much exercising weight you can press. We'll start with 5 rep of 25 pounds."

Elena :"Reps ?"

Flash :"Yeah prick rep ! 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 tread-wheel and shit ! You're gon na sweat here Miss. Kane ! We got five weeks to whip your little butterball ass into physique, and we gon na do it ! You dig ?"

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

Flash :"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 nooky I say ! Now give me some rep on this here machine !"

Elena sat on the work bench and stretched out on it on her back. Her legs were still sore but her implements of war felt better than a few arcminute ago. Flash stood near her head to spot her, and when she looked up, she glimpsed the big extrusion emanating from his spandex short located almost right there about two feet above her face. It was impressively large and looked like he had a small creature stuffed in his drawers. How big was this guy's phallus ? 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 rep and done, and her middle never left his bulge.

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

He bent forward and reached around and added Sir Thomas More weight to the bar. As he did so, his spandex-clad turncock got a lot cheeseparing to Elena's face. ending enough that she could smack the musky smell of it. It wasn't an unpleasant odor, in fact, it was quite an gracious and very pungent. Elena stared at it and could see the outline of its duration through the spandex textile. She could feel herself getting turned on.

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

She again started to lift the weightiness. It was a little heavier with the excess dog pound but she pushed it up and down with proportional ease. The completely sentence she couldn't keep her eyes off of the large spandex-clad piece of inwardness that was hanging in a black spandex sack just above her aspect. Again, somehow, she got through it without incident.

Flash :"Very skilful miss. Kane. okey, on this next set we are gon na examine your dexterity and magnate, as well as your power to focus. nada should distract you from finishing your quest. The weight will stay the same but I want three lot of 10. Remember, DO NOT break your concentration."

Elena :"Okay."

Mr. Johnson walked to the other end of the bench down by her feet. He strapped both of her ft down at the mortise joint to each leg of the workbench. The workbench was a short bit wide-cut than a standard weight workbench, about a good thirty in astray which once her mortise joint were strapped down her legs were broadcast open to their maximum. He also fastened a shoulder strap around her waist locking her wholly torso to the bench.

Elena :"Why are you doing that ?"

flash lamp :"Wait…. What the fuck did you just say ? Is that a fucking head ? What did we JUST establish about fucking questions ?"”

Elena :"I…I didn't mean…"

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

She again took appreciation of the bar and steadied to do her reps. She erased the scolding that she had just gotten from her thinker and reset herself emotionally. As she pushed the bar from her chest of drawers up for the inaugural time, she then felt him touching her with his fingers between her stage. ‘ What was he doing ?'she thought. He was blatantly rubbing her cunt sassing through the spandex and it actually felt very sound. So full that her body started to respond to his trace and her vagina started to get wet.

The touch was amazing and very disorder, and making it tough to do her repp, 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 shoulder strap around her waist would allow while Mr. Lyndon Baines Johnson dug his finger's breadth into her vagina through her short circuit. He even poked his finger into the material of the short pants and into her vagina a good column inch or so too. Elena's clit was responding to it and driving her crazy, but she didn't break engrossment which was pretty impressive. He removed his finger's breadth from her crotch area as she returned the bar back up to the rack.

Flash :"Very nice Miss. Kane. You're a quick field. Relax a few More min, I'll be aright back."

Elena lay their even out. Flushed because of her workout and flushed because of the unscheduled fingering that she had just received. It had been a long while since a man touched her in that way. She almost forgotten how great that it felt. For the next five minutes she relaxed and caught her breathing time and regained her composure. As her calm began to return, feelings of violation started to creep into her brain. Did this man that she just met under an hour ago seriously just molest her ?

She thought again about her beautiful blonde government agency admirer. Was this how she too had gotten in pattern ? A characterisation of Sherri lying on the weight terrace getting fingered by Mr. Johnson then fabricated into her mind and Elena's pussy started to leak out again. The idea of Sherri's beautiful leg tied down to the bench and Mr. Dr. Johnson fingering her ally's puss made her stomach do switch flops too. She couldn't assistant but rub her own kitty-cat through her shorts thinking about her hot admirer going through the same experience. Before she knew it, Mr. President Lyndon Johnson returned with a weird looking wrench in his correct hand. She pulled her hired hand out from between her peg and hoped that He hadn't seen what she was just doing.

photoflash :"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 judiciary. This metre his parcel was positioned a few inches from her brass, closer than it was before. He then stepped back and pulled the position of the workbench and it rose about a infantry gamey from the floor with Elena still on it. By doing this, her legs pulled pissed towards the bottom of the terrace because her feet were still tied to the pegleg of it and her feet bottoms rose from the gym floor. The lonesome division of her understructure touching the flooring now was her toes.

Mr. President Andrew Johnson then made another accommodation behind her head and the end of the work 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 position of it. Elena's fully consistence looked like it was on a stand being stretched and her muscleman in her rose hip legs and torso were expanded. She felt helpless without any way to impress with everything tied down and stretch except for her arms.

Flash :"okey, another two hardening of 10 reps. Remember to never break concentration. Nothing should make you check your reps. And fille 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 have in mind ? Again, she started to do free weight rep with the bar It was a little more hard with her head positioned lower than the way it was before. On the twenty-five percent rep, she heard Mr. Samuel Johnson moving around outside of her eyeshot. He then came into view only this time his bulge was completely hanging loose out of his shorts. His putz was huge, a lot bigger than she had imagined it would be. Her eyes got really big and before she could say anything, he took it in his hired man and positioned it at her brim. She tried to come together her oral fissure but he pushed the head of it past her sass and across her tongue.

Instinctively, she continued to rep the weights up and down while Mr. Lyndon Baines Johnson fed his hammer deeper into her throat. The fact that she was tied down made it impossible to move away from him. Deeper and rich he pushed his blacken pearl into her mouth as she gagged and gasped for air. Her oculus started to water as well as he fucked her human face with his putz. She lost enumeration on how many rep she was doing with the free weight bar but she didn't think she should lay off until she was told to.

After a just ten transactions, she felt his rooster scratch to beat and then a few seconds later she could savour his spermatozoon as it filled her mouth and drizzled down her opened-up pharynx into her venter. Between her legs was becoming a drenched pot. Mr. Johnson pulled out from her lip and then helped her place the weightiness back up on its bearer on the political machine. She just lay there trying to trip up her breath for a few minutes. Her arm felt like jelly and her oral fissure felt sore and stretched. She still could taste the salty penchant of sperm cell in her mouth which was better tasting than she expected it to be. Then after a few mo Mr. Johnson untied her ankles from the bench.

Flash :"O.K. Miss Kane, I've got a feeling of what your full plan is gon na be. You may go alteration and riposte tomorrow at 8am. Don't be late ! We've got a lot to cover !"

He walked back behind his desk putting his now rapidly soft spermatozoan dripping penis back into his shorts. Elena stared at him for a few second as he sat there reading his newspaper publisher. She wiped the cum from her back talk with the vertebral column of her helping 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 flak inside her belly looking to give her new ‘ trainer'a musical composition of her creative thinker. How dare he, she thought. He was gone though. The totally gym was vacant. She knew that he must be around somewhere but where ? After a few more second, she decided to just leave so she forgot about it all and left. On the way home Elena made a treaty with herself that she would not retort to the gym and that she might even report Mr. Johnson to the constabulary.

That Nox she thought long and hard about what had happened. She started to think about how she allowed Mr. Johnson to sleep with her mouth and didn't try at to the lowest degree once to give up him. She thought about how her body felt and how wet it all made her between her branch. She thought about the musky odour and the feeling of his testicle as they pushed against her nose and eyes as he pushed his cock deep into her pharynx and came hard into her belly. As she lay there with guilt, remorse, and a bit of angriness, she was unconsciously rubbing at her slit again, working her fingers while she lay with her legs splayed wide across her bed.

Then her heading started to fill with questions again. How could he make taken vantage of her like that ? Maybe this guy was not being straight with her and decided to pull out a fasting one on a new girl. Did Sherri lie with about any of this ? Maybe he had no intention of helping her get fit. Maybe this was all a big scam. Could she honestly go back there in the morning ? She wasn't thinking straight person. Her eyes started to close and before long she fell fast asleep.

The succeeding morning Elena woke up early, showered and dressed and got on the bus for Willowbrook. Her blazonry still felt a little sore but her ire was completely gone and it was replaced with prevision. It was almost like her night's sleep had erased all of Mr. Johnson's molestation and had replaced it all with workout forwardness. She got to the gym at 7:54am and waited for him to get in. He showed up about 12 minutes late and he was carrying a shopping bag.

Flash :"Good dawn Miss. Kane, how did you sleep ?"

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

wink :"wellspring that's nice. descend on in ! We got to get a few former things straight before we start today."

Elena :"Oh ? There's more ?"

wink :"bullshit cunt ! We got a all lot more to do !"

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

jiffy :"judgment by yesterday, it's obvious to me that your little booster Sherri didn't fill you in on completely everything about this political platform. You see, she did you no party favor by keeping you in the dark like this so here it is straight up. The hush-hush to helping white woman lose weight is Diet, drill, and most importantly, sex with Shirley Temple Black cock. zilch but big black prick and lots of it."

Elena sat there with a shocked look on her human face. She felt a lilliputian 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 shank side. Besides, her body was giving her the ‘ turned on'signals again which made things very confusing.

Flash :"Miss. Kane, I can see by the looking on your aspect that you are conflicted. Once again, I will chip in you the out. But this is your last chance. If you feel that you just can not continue this political program then there's the fucking doorway ! Be gone with you ! select your firearm of stag fat body and get the fuck out ! Or…you can stay and we can continue. You have bare arcsecond to decide."

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

Flash :"Alrighty then. You are now fully in. Starting today, you will be on a strict dieting. The only thing you may toast from now on is body of water and ignominious cum. And I don't wish how much body of water you drink, or how a good deal pitch blackness cum you swallow. Everything else…including coffee…is out and off limitation as of right now. And let's face it, there's a lot of protein in fateful cum too !"

Mr. Dr. Johnson smiled but Elena did not. She just sat there listening to his instructions. What he was saying was vile and offensive but her sensitiveness were dulled by her dead 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 sustain some oatmeal. This oatmeal right field 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 oatmeal bars that were wrapped in vacuous White wrappers.

twinkling :"Either eat a bowl of oatmeal, or eat a fucking rolled oats bar ! Either way, that's all you are allowed to eat in the morning time before you come here. For dinner ? Again, the fucking oatmeal ! No inwardness, no veggie, no yield, no fucking dinero, nothing else ! A few workweek of this diet and the work we will do here, and you will lose some weight pretty fucking fast ! Then we can operate on your definition. interpret ?"

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

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

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

New York minute :"Looking good in yellow fille. Kane. See that mat over there in the street corner ? The Amytal one ? Go over there, and give me three band of 10 sit-ups and then three sets of 10 push-ups. We are on a time agenda so don't fuck around !"

Elena quickly walked over to the mat and began her sit-ups. Just then, the door opened up and another black man entered the gym. He was marvelous and fit, and very muscular like Mr. President Johnson. It was a man named Tony S. S. Van Dine. Tony was also a personal flight simulator and he worked for ostentation. His muscles were a little more defined but that was because professionally, Tony also did some body-building.

Flash :"TW ! Just the man I wan na see. arrive 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 arrive at a little more understanding of the whole place.

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

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

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

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

Tony :"Oh doodly-squat Orville would wish that ! OK, will do !"

The two shameful men laughed and senior high fived each other. Then they went outside. Elena could see their silhouettes in the big frost exposure 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 finger the air blowing through the muddle that was in her crotch area. It felt trade good and cool. As she got close to the end of her last set, Mr. President Johnson returned to the gym.

instant :"fille. Kane, today we're gon na do some more bike workplace, with a crook. You see, if you're gon na be taking some black putz between those branch, then we're gon na have to open your shit up a bit. This bicycle is a footling different from the one you rode yesterday. lookout this…you're gon na know this shit !"

She followed him over to the exercise bike which had a large 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 pitch blackness dildo poking out from a trap in the heart of the bike's hindquarters. The train connected to the pedals was extra-large too.

Mr. Lyndon Baines Johnson then reached down and pedaled the treadle with his script a few gyration and the dildo slid up and down through the motorcycle seat. The dildo was a good ten in and almost all of it came through the hindquarters during one pedal revolution. Elena was expected to need almost the whole thing while pedaling a unbendable rhythm on the bike.

jiffy :"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. Lyndon Johnson handed her and splooged a generous amount of it into her script. She figured as long as he was offering, she was going to make this labor as prosperous as possible. She reached down with her lube filled palm and spackled it between her branch and generously into her vagina. After wiping her hired hand with a towel, Elena climbed up on the motorcycle and positioned her eubstance over the golf hole in the butt. She moved the pedal a niggling with her left foot and eased the dildo up about two inches into her well lubed pussy.

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

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

Mr. LBJ walked back to his desk. Elena steady herself on the fanny and the pedals and then leaned forward to comprehend the handlebars. She then started to wheel and the dildo began pumping in and out of her pussy with each rotation of the pedals.

Elena :"Ahhh screw ! Oh my God ! It's so big ! It's deep ! It's have sex trench ! Oooohhhhh ! Oooohhhhh ! nooky ! Oooohhhhh yeah ! Yeah !"

It took four minutes but Elena came hard around the dildo going in and out of her. She almost lost her basis on the pedals during her climax but caught herself. The dildo was reaching theatrical role of her womb that zippo ever had before. Without sympathy, the thick black latex natural rubber dildo opened up her vagina wide with both fastness and power. Elena's eyes rolled back in her top dog and she came hard again.

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

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

Flash :"Alright young lady. Kane, back over to the exercising weight bench. Now we are gon na do some 25-pound squat lifts. Basically, you will support over the bench and hold the weights behind your head and energy it up and down. Give me 5 of them right now."

The tired and sexually flushed Elena stood over the work bench and positioned the bar behind her cervix then did five perfective diddlyshit airlift. Each sentence she squatted down, the rip material of her shorts between her legs would expand out and her full moon gaping vagina poked out and was seeable to anyone who could see it. The air conditioning blew up her snatch and sent a cool shiver up her spine.

Flash :"Very near. Okay rest a few minutes and we'll do another 10. This fourth dimension we'll add ten more pounds."

She rested a few then got back into attitude and was told to do the side by side 10 set. On the irregular energy up, she felt Mr. Johnson's finger's breadth probing between her legs again. This time he was able to insert one deeper into her which he did. As she moved her organic structure up and down with the weights Mr. Johnson finger fucked her pussy in and out.

instant :"Hmm Miss. Kane. That dildo really opened your red cent 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 waiting to suffer a very disastrous cock up inside your slit huh ? I bet you'd LOVE that !"

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

Elena :"Y-Yes ! I do ! I'd do it a melanise dick inside my pussy !"

twinkling :"Yeah I knew that ! All you mother fucking Patrick White girls want some black peter !"

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

Flash :"Take a breath while I set up the succeeding task."

She watched on with her paw on her shank flushed from the scrunch up face lift but also from the study that Mr. President Lyndon Johnson did with his fingers in her vagina. It was an odd flavour to be both blown up from physical exertion and sexually charged up at the Lapp time. It made her blood heart faster than she ever felt it through her heart.

Elena watched on as Mr. Johnson repositioned the bench in the weight country. The diddly poke weight bar was still hanging there on its pin high up on the motorcar. He then lowered the setting closer to the mat and then added another 10 pounds to each side bringing the come weight on the bar to 55 pounds.

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

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

Elena :"Yes."

flare :"And Miss. Kane, Rule # 2 : A char can't wage hike to the occasion if she hasn't been down first."

Mr. President Johnson then lay down on the mat. Elena put both her legs around his body and then took the weight unit onto her cervix. It was much heavier and she strained a picayune to moderate it in place and to gain her footing. Everything was standard 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. President Johnson's crotch area. She then felt him rubbing his cock against her dripping wet slit rim and after a few seconds he pushed the head of it into her. She let out a tacky moan.

Elena :"OHHHHH ! ! ! ! !"

It felt so proficient to have a man's cock up inside her again. Her ex-husband had about six in and he only ever was inside her for less than three minutes before he came every prison term that they had sex. Mr. Johnson's dick far ceded her ex in both distance and girth. She felt entire and stretched from the dildo fucking in the first place, and now Mr. Johnson was pumping her open again with his large black cock. He worked it in a little deeper while Elena squatted there holding the 55 pound above her body.

Once things were all set and copasetic, he gave her the go ahead to get down her stab. Up and down she started to promote the free weight, and in and out Mr. Johnson's large dark shaft went into her pussy. Elena's human knee started to shake a little and she repositioned her bare foundation prostrate on the floor which made Mr. Johnson's dick invade deeper into her womb.

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

The sound of physique slapping against physical body, weights clanging and banging, and Elena's cries of pleasure echoed throughout the vacant secondary school. Mr. Johnson had his arms spread out, ready to spot any misunderstanding with the weight. Women in the past had been so subdue with joy that they had given out and he learned the hard way to not confide them during this exercise.

Up and down Elena continued. Again, she lost count on her driving force and near definitely did more of them than was required. She came hard a few clip but never lost her concentration on the weight. Not long after that, Mr. President Lyndon Johnson grabbed her hips and pulled her completed down onto his cock and he shot a turgid warhead of disgraceful cum deep up into puss which stopped the thrust 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. Dr. Johnson with his now rapidly getting flaccid rooster still inside her. She fell forward and rested her foreland on the terrace between Mr. Johnson knees. They lay there for a mo or two, both glistened with sweat and awkward with cum.

flashing :"We are finished for the day Miss. Kane. come back tomorrow at 8am, and remember, restrain to the dieting. One more thing ; tonight, do some sliver. remove everything from your legs, forearms, underarms, and of path, shave your purulent country completely. I don't want to see any hair on your body anymore except for your caput. Understood ?"

Elena :"Yes Mr. Johnson."

ostentation :"dependable ! Now get the shtup out ! See ya tomorrow."

She got up, got dressed and quickly left. She felt the burn mark one would palpate from a good workout again. As she sat there on the bus for household, there was an quondam lightlessness man sitting across from her who stared at her the entire prison term. It was like she had ‘ black rooster slovenly woman'stenciled across her forehead, like he knew what she'd been doing all day. She went base, ate, and then ran the piss in the bathtub. She then shaved her soundbox in all the places that Mr. Johnson instructed her to. The hardest was the cop just above her ass offer but with the assist of a mirror she got it done. That dark she slept well.

The next day, day three of the platform, Elena arrived at the gym and went inside. She didn't see Mr. Johnson yet so she just stood there in front of his desk almost at attention waiting for him to do from wherever he had gone. Then she heard a flush and deduced that he was in the can. He walked out from the lav adjusting his shorts. When he saw Elena, he pulled his pecker from them and cling it out clod and all exposed.

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

Without hesitation, Elena walked over to Mr. Lyndon Baines Johnson and got down on her knees. She took his cock in her right manus and lifted it up and then popped it into her mouth and began to suckle on it. From behind her, she heard the gym door spread again and then get word some footfall. It was Orville President Jefferson, another one of Mr. Johnson's men. Orville was tall and thin and had blotchy skin especially on his boldness. He wasn't ugly, but it was clear that he had a skin job. Mr. President Johnson looked up when he heard him.

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

OJ :"You know how it is !"

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

OJ :"Yeah man ! We stretched that white bitch out pretty near ! She a fucking addict ! Licking our asses and everything ! I never had no mother fucking woman cream my ass before !"

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

Elena listened attentively from her knees in nominal head of them while she continued to suck on Mr. President Johnson's peter. She was gagging a fiddling trying to get most of it into her throat. She thought about Sherri and how it must have looked to see two blackened 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 suffer been a wad 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 mould up and well, you know how we do. Why ? You wan na partake ?"

OJ :"nookie yeah jigaboo ! Let me get some of dat shit !"

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

split second :"Miss. Kane you're gon na suck OJ here's hammer too."

Again, without hesitation, Elena pulled her case from Mr. Johnson's crotch and grabbed cargo deck of Orville's splotched cock and put it as deep as she could into her mouth.

OJ :"Oh shit ! Is this beef a lusus naturae too ?"

flash lamp :"fountainhead, we haven't figured that shit out yet. She only been here a pair of days and she's done good so far. Was gon na have her do some more weights but, we could bang her right field now if you want ?"

Elena's center widened. These two guy wire were gon na fuck her today. Her slit started to piss again at the thought of being in a threesome. She was now gon na get firsthand explanation 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 :"Inferno man, I'm always down for some white pussy."

Flash :"Alright Miss. Kane. Looks like your exercise today just took a detour. Take them clothes off and get together us over there on the mats."

The two melanize men started to peel and walk towards the mat expanse. Elena slowly undressed as well as she watched them stack the gym mat up on the story making a quasi-floor bed. Mr. President Johnson turned and saw Elena fully naked and that she completely shaved her body.

flash :"Very gracious young woman. Kane. That's what I meant about no hair's-breadth. You got it ! Now call back to always be shaved like that ! I don't wan na ever see or find 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 earlier blowjobs, making sure enough to rotate her lip from tool to tittup. They did that for a while before Mr. Samuel 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 ! fucking my cunt !"

Orville did just that, pounding her pussy from behind as she blew Mr. Andrew Johnson. They fucked her for a skillful time of day in different office, with both men filling her mouth and slit with copious amount of money of melanize cum. Orville was the first to nut in her sassing which tasted very odoriferous to Elena. When they finished, she was left a muggy lot and she was told to go and strip up. When she returned to the gym, she was still naked. Orville was gone and Mr. President Lyndon Johnson was standing over by his desk.

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

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

newsbreak :"goodness. 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 surely that you are completely clean back there every one day before entering this gym. sympathize ?"

Elena :"Yes."

photoflash :"just ! Now give me four set 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 Pharmacy that had changed its name to Gary's Drugs, but you could still see the old faded Rix augury up on the top of the building. She asked for and bought a top of the line of credit reusable enema kit. It cost her $ 30. She went base ate, showered, then used the clyster kit to purge her prick out. Even though she had always been overweight Elena only defecated once every three days so it wasn't a big job especially with her new diet.

The future daybreak was day four. Mr. President Lyndon Johnson made her do some more weight-lift sets, some more push-ups, sit-ups, and some more diddlyshit elevation. She worked out a goodness four minute but she didn't get any black turncock or even a disastrous dildo. On day five it was some more of the like. At the start of day six Mr. LBJ outlawed clothing.

Flash :"girl. 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 leave for easier access, but it will give up me to study your body definition. Now go get undressed."

At this breaker point zilch that Mr. Johnson asked Elena to do she interrogate. She quickly went to the locker room and took off all of her clothing. When she returned, Mr. Samuel Johnson was completely naked as well. But as she walked out into the middle of the gym, she saw two more than naked black men sitting around the system of weights area. This was a first and Elena felt immediately self-aware. Her inherent aptitude was to cover up herself up with her weaponry but she quickly removed them knowing that doing so would get her scream at.

William Curtis :"Damn mon ! looking at at them phat tit on dis beetch !"

Nick :"photoflash 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 blockheaded gruff beard was scary and the only if thing that he was wearing was a foresightful gold string around his neck. He was sitting on a weight bench and his prolonged wide disastrous putz was hanging down like the clapper from a church Vanessa Bell. His figure was William Curtis Struthers. His cock was the all-encompassing phallus that Elena had ever seen. It looked like a large burnt kielbasa blimp hanging over the marrow sideboard of a deli.

The other man was another guy well over six feet like Mr. Johnson. His public figure was Nick Anvayney. His name rhymed perfectly with the nickname they all gave him ‘ midst N'Veiny'because of the ten-inch very thick cock with label veins when it was hard that he had hanging between his knees. ding's night Shirley Temple Black skin only made it that more intimidating. They were two more employees of Mr. President Johnson's gym, both certified gymnastic trainers.

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

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

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

Elena was terrified inside from what he just said. She'd never done anal in her lifetime. Now she was being expected to withdraw three black cocks up there. Three very large black hammer. She didn't daring show her displeasure though. She just swallowed her fears and went with it.

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

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

Flash :"Nope ! You're gon na ride the dildo bike for XXX arcminute. We got ta afford that ass and get you loosened up. After that, you'll come over to the bench. It's already set up. Basically, you gon na get in the barker over that pad there. The curl bar has the weightiness set up on the early side. The alone instruction I got is don't start the curls until we get in. Then continue the curls without stopping. We gon na work both the glute muscular tissue and the arms during this exercise. Rule # 3 : A womanhood ain't flexible, if she's too tight. translate ?"

Elena :"Yes. I understand."

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

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

Elena :"Ohhhhhh God ! Wow that hurts !"

She then worked the pedals back and forth some more trying to get the lube to attract it in deeper and relieve oneself things more comfortable. Her ass would always push up off the seat whenever the dildo came up. Finally, she was capable to make it in and out without it hurting. She started the wheel and began pedaling. The rubber turncock went cryptical into her ass and back out with upper causing her to rise up from the seat and cry out each prison term but she didn't stop and the dildo never left her ass.

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

As she worked the pedals on the bike, she glanced over at the three men who were sitting around watching her and jerking off. At the ten-minute stain her asshole was better acclimated and the fucking began to sense very good causing her puss to weewee profusely again. It was like the dildo was sawing her in half between her legs, pushing her anal retentive cavity open air wider and wider with each thrust up.

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

At the twenty-minute scratch the dildo was in a good six inch deep. Elena was enjoying her ass screw and couldn't wait to feel warm live penises in her ass. She squealed and squirmed and screamed riding the bike faster and making the men harder than rock and roll. Finally, the bell rang on the bicycle signifying the end of the ride.

Curtis popped up from his seat and picked Elena up off of the bike like she was a plumage and then carried her over to the weight bench. On the terrace, Elena positioned her knee apart so that her wooden leg were opened encompassing and set her articulatio cubiti up on the pad and hooked her fingers around the weight bar.

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

Elena :"I understand."

Nick straddled the terrace behind her while Flash worked some more lube generously between Elena's stooge cheeks. The lubrication gel was very cooling and it felt in effect. Flash's fingers felt respectable as well as he rubbed it as mysterious 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 position behind her ass. With his right hand resting on the base of her sticker, she started to feel the insistency of his cock as he pushed it against her anal cavity.

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

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

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

She opened her back talk and tried with set success to elongate her rim over the head of it. William Curtis'hammer was only semi-hard and it was too big for her oral cavity, how in the hell was he gon na get it into her prick ? She could feel her jaw spreading wider as he pried exposed her mouth with each jabbing of his rooster. It was finally into her mouth at least two inches and she could feel it poking at the dorsum of her oral fissure. While her attentions were diverted by the impossible face ass that she was getting, dent had a unspoilt four column inch of his own cock pushing in and out of her tight asshole.

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

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

Curtis pulled from her back talk and Elena refocused herself to the shaft going in and out of her ass. It felt neat. She steadied her deal on the exercising weight bar and started to do her curls while snick fucked away at her ass. It truly was a sight. Elena could feel the burn mark from the system of weights in her biceps and her berm, as well as the pressure from ding's hot turncock as it probed deeper and deeper into her anus.

Five second like that before Curtis finally pulled out and fritter a heavyset sticky lading up Elena's back. It was the first time a man had shot his sperm on her back and it felt very warm but messy. gouge put it back in her ass for a brace of to a greater extent heart before moving away. The unit clock time Elena never stopped curling the weights. Flash was adjacent to bed her arsehole. Which he did for the next seven minutes or so before pulling out and tagging off to Curtis. Elena's heart started to beat faster and she got understandably nervous knowing that Curtis was taking his bout next.

Curtis began feeding his full demon in and it felt like mortal was trying to separate her eubstance open with a drain tube from under a cesspit. She'd already been opened up by a bike dildo, and then two pecker that were well lubed, and Curtis was now making it feel like it was all rootage again. Each jabbing in pried her bunghole wall farther apart.

Elena :"Ahhh ! ! ! Oh roll in the hay ! That's too big ! AHHHHHHHH ! ! ! ! ! !"

He gaped her ass loose for the adjacent ten minutes before finally flooding his load into her anus. Then it was snick's turn again. Each man took three turns tote up, all the while Elena continued doing coil with the weights. Finally, after they all were finished news bulletin told her to lay off the curls. They were all a bit sweaty, and the three men rested a while as Elena drank some Gatorade to replenish her electrolytes. Elena felt unspoiled. Tired but good. At least the fearfulness of getting fucked in the ass were now over. And true statement be told, she rather liked have 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.

flare :"Miss Kane, I'm gon na give ya another ten minutes to rest, but your day today isn't over by a prospicient scene. I've decided that since it's still early, the three of us are gon na fuck you for a while in all of your muddle. You're up for that right ?"

Another surprise. Elena was hoping that her exercise was gon na be done for the day. Her ass was fucked open well and her arms felt like jelly. Now she was going to be triple teamed, another outset for the passably trivial Hawaiian. She defied her enfeeblement and met his question with fake eagerness.

Elena :"Sure ! Whatever you say."

They sat around for another ten hour before Elena was told to unite them on the mats. split second lay down and told her to impale her pussy on his prick, which she did, and then William Curtis got his astray dagger back into her asshole. snick stuck his cock into her mouthpiece and they triple teamed her for the side by side hour and a half, switching places when necessary.

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

The adjacent day was day seven. Elena had done a full week of Flash's political platform. She weighed in at 181 when she first started, and a week later between the rigid diet and the practice session she weighed in now at 166 lbs.

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

Elena looked in one of the full-length mirrors. He was right. Her organic structure was starting to look a trivial less fat. There was a big smiling on her face. She couldn't wait to get started on the day's physical exercise. The second hebdomad consisted of more fucking and more weights. They did the triple insight day once again, this metre with Flash, OJ, and ding Anvayney.

On day fourteen she began the day on the scale and her weight was now down to 143. She'd lost another 23 Irish punt and she turned and jumped into flashgun's arms and hug and kissed him on the cheek when she saw the totals.

jiffy :"Alright Miss. Kane ! It's obvious that you are happy with your solvent. As you can see, in only 14 days of my program, you have lost a sock 38 pounds. Are you gear up to contract it up another notch ?"

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

jiffy :"That's what I want to take heed ! Starting tomorrow we're gon na repeat your weights, solidification, and time demarcation. We're gon na shape those muscularity and eliminate the rest of that fat until you are inclination and beautiful ! But that's tomorrow ! Today…today…Rule # 4 : A fair sex ain't truly fulfilled, unless she's sharing with many others."

The gym threshold 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 row all bare and their semi-erect penises were swinging between their legs as they walked. Elena was going to be gang banged by all five of them.

Flash :"Yes, today me and my boys are gon na turn that little ass out. We're gon na open up all of them slight blanched holes. With our cocks we're gon na pound and tender your consistency and give up those stubborn fat cells out of you ! We also gon na record it all for posterity."

Mr. Johnson pointed at the two corners of the gym where the mats were set up and there was a stationary tv camera in each set up near the roof. Standing in the turning point was also a short skinny black cleaning woman named Tammie who was holding a manus held tv camera. It was explained to Elena that she was going to film a porn series called Hawaiian Delights and that they were going to sell the mag tape to an grownup website which would assist pay for her gym membership fees. At this full point Elena didn't care. Her heart was racing with prediction of having sex with five black men in one session.

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

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

Flash :"We will then immortalize fifteen proceedings of revolved blowjobs. After that, you will get on all quartet and you will suck and be fucked until I say so. There will be a hammer in your mouth and pussy at all times. following, we'll do the same affair for a while but in missionary. Next, back on all fours and we'll take bend gaping that ass. In the next stage, all three holes will be fucked at once. The final examination setting we're gon na all nut in your face."

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

Elena ignored TW's taunts and walked swiftly over to the mat and got down on her knee in the nerve centre of it. All five men then surrounded her in a circle with their semi-hard Shirley Temple penis dangling in presence of her face. For the following 15 minute of arc she rotated her lips, natural language, digit and laurel wreath over all five pitch-dark prick and balls feverishly, trying desperately to make them cum but to no avail. During this hale succession, Elena's pussy was poked and prodded with legion dissimilar black fingers which made it sopping wet.

flash :"okeh bitch get on all quaternion ! We about to wrack that pussycat now."

Elena wiped away the excess saliva from her fount and then got on all fours between all of the men. Only a few weeks ago the pudgy Hawaiian little girl was at maximum system of weights and sexually frustrated. Now she was 38 lbs. wanton and overwhelmed daily by sex with inkiness prick. The five men took turns the next three 60 minutes splitting Elena's kitty-cat undecided with their magnanimous black nitty-gritty hammer. They also stretched her throat undefended, filling her belly with gobs of black cum. Elena herself came numerous sentence as the five black men fucked her pussy into the entry of ecstasy.

After three hours of cunt pounding and mouth fucking, they gave those holes a rest and focused on Elena's third input. She was again positioned on all foursome and for the next hour and a half her ass was gaped undetermined by all five ignominious cocks, each one dumping a warhead of cum deeply into her anus at to the lowest degree once. Elena could feel them entering the abstruse theatrical role of her anal channel, stretching her rectum wider and wider. The disturbance from the cameras zooming in and out were more frequent during these portion of the taping.

Finally, it was time to triple team all of Elena's holes and they basically took number doing that the eternal sleep of the day. Elena felt so loose 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 coiffe and go household. She was both emotionally and physically worn-out and that Nox she slept deeper than she ever had in her lifetime.

Over the next few week the days blended together, and Elena's workouts got more strong-arm. She could feel her body toning up and her skin getting stringent around her bones. Looking in the mirror, she now wasn't capable to see any excess flab on her arms and legs and especially around her midsection. It was all vaporize quickly. By week's end Elena's weight was down to 120 pounds losing another twenty-three. Week three was more of the Lapplander with Elena doing all of the prior exercises at least twice more and on exercising weight day she had lost another five pound sign bringing her weight to 115. Between all of the fucking, the practice session, and the uttermost oatmeal dieting, Elena shed a wham 75 pounds by the entire five weeks end. She now weighed in at a svelte 112 dog pound, and looked absolutely amazing. The bantam Hawaiian daughter was so happy.

Months later, Elena still keeps to the curriculum. Now-a-days her exercising aren't as extreme and her diet is not as strict. She doesn't lift a lot exercising weight anymore because her brawn are now adequately toned. When she goes to the gym now it's only two times a week and she goes for a few min on the exercise bike or the treadmill and then some black cock fucking by jiffy or one of the other trainer, or often a combination of whomever is present that day in the gym. The number of dissimilar lightlessness turncock that Elena has been with has ballooned beyond flashing and his trainer. Sometimes instant has special smuggled guests 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 Lawrence. K-Dawg pearl Elena in all of her holes and whomever he brings with him Elena must bang them too. This is called collections, and on collection day she must execute whatever sex act ( s ) that K-Dawg asking of her. Elena has grown to know the aid and looks forward to Thursday nights the most.

This is how she's capable to pay for her gym time and the past times debts that she has accumulated during the continuance of the program. What Elena and every early woman who joins the program doesn't know is that there isn't any end to it. The bursting charge are so steep that a girl never truly pays it off no matter how often sex that she has. Unfortunately, none of them figure it out until they are deeply in debt to it all and in about cases, addicted to it anyway. The choice payment architectural plan have their pitfalls too. The only three mode to stop the bike and occur out from under Flash's ovolo is what he calls saltation, Train, or Auction.

Dancing is self-explanatory. Basically, the miss ends up stripping for a pre-determined geological period of time while still keeping up gym appearing and collection days. The payments are accelerated with all of her profit sent directly to the gym, and the medium time to complete this alternative is usually a full year, sometimes more. By that clip, nigh of the women end up addicted to drugs and end up becoming full fledged stripteaser the rest of their biography. They also fall under the pollex of the night club owner so it's like going from the frying pan into the fire with this option. Only the wiser young woman who stay fairly come out of the other English and break in completely free.

The power train option mountain are shorter in time but by sheer volume in black cock. A fille who has a caravan ran on her suction and nookie loads of smuggled dick in very gravid gangbang sessions. It's to a greater extent than one occurrence, and it's all done within a thirty-day period. So, it's three to five gearing with an unlimited bit of black men in a month's time. It's defrayal on steroids, and the girl who chooses this pick is usually finished with the gym and ingathering visits. They are told that the men are all clean but true statement be told that would take money to set up and New York minute isn't bankrolling any STD examination. It's a relinquish for all with many risks 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 clock time served and/or overall situation with your new creditors. Elena has been briefed on all of the alternative and she has decided to stick around within her electric current program, the two gym visits and the one collection Night. The status quo is never ending and she'll most probable be beholden to the gym the rest of her life.

Elena realizes this but she is glad with her set-up so it's a moot point. To do that though, she must also help with recruitment. Once New York minute gets you into shape, you are asked to recruit other Patrick Victor Martindale White womanhood for gym membership. When it was explained to her, it was presented to her as ruler # 5 : A womanhood ain't complete, unless she spreads the Book. Basically, she's expected to bring other white cleaning lady into the curriculum just like her friend Sherri had done with her.

Elena's been talking to a new girl at the secretarial pocket billiards as of recent. Her name is mollie Donovan, a 21-year-old that just started working there only a few weeks ago. She's a wet-behind-the-ears trivial girl 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 chassis at all, and she wouldn't need a gym membership anywhere, but she's beautiful and she'll be just what Flash has ordered.

The End