The cab driver watched hungrily as the umbrella holding Elena Kane stepped over the puddle at the fundament of the curbing on her way from his cab to the entrance of the gym. The old black man had been stealing looks at the now flimsy and pretty Hawaiian lulu the unit ride in his rear-view mirror as she sat with her long beautiful leg crossed exposing her upper thigh in the back rear end of his cab. One last expression at those legs as they sashayed into the building was sure enough to provide some decorous spank-bank material during a few future rub and tug academic session for the old sinister man.

Elena wasn't always this fit though. In fact, she was a salutary 75 pounds overweight for most of her adult life. The 32-year-old smasher had spent the past yr working out at Flash's Fitness manufactory, adhering to a strict and unique fitness regimen that has allowed her to shed the pounds systematically and shape Elena's soundbox into a curvy joy to any man's eyes.

Growing up in Hawaii and raised by a Polynesian mother and a Caucasoid Father of the Church, the 4'10"forgetful female child with the pretty look and morose short whisker was always tragically overweight. At her lowering, Elena would tip the scales at 187 pounds which given her short stature would realize her spirit like a roly-poly piffling ball of figure. It always was a major source of Elena's low self-esteem because she truly wasn't really a hard eater. The intellectual nourishment she ate wasn't the healthiest but it wasn't like she was frequenting the fast solid food drive-thru either.

Elena's weight was also a John Roy Major problem in her three-year failed marriage too. Her now ex-husband Peter used to ride her mercilessly and cruelly which culminated the doomed wedlock into divorce. She was 26 at the fourth dimension and Hawaii became a shoes that Elena just didn't want to be anymore. She decided to move to the mainland and ended up in an apartment in downtown Los Angeles, and got a decent subordinate job in a secretarial pool.

One day, Elena's new friend from workplace Sherri Kimbelsen began raving about a unique and successful gym in the Willowbrook area that catered specifically to corpulence women, and helped them molt unwanted Irish punt. Sherri seemed very inexorable about Elena giving this special political platform a try. The sell job was really aggressive and well-rehearsed.

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

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

She put her blazon 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 piffling odd, but she always would draw in attending especially from the gaffer in piece of work. She stood at 5'8 ”, 113 lbs. with 34-22-32 measurements, long blond hairsbreadth halfway down her back, and the longest stage showcased by the type of high heels that she always wore. Sherri was a bombshell, the distinctive 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 expect like you do, no topic how much I exercise."

Sherri :"bar it ! You are a very jolly girlfriend. All you've got to do is suffer the weight. I'm telling you, go see photoflash. He'll help you out. After a few weeks of his program you won't believe how great you'll tone. It's a life changer."

Elena :"Well, I DO possess a service break coming up. I suppose it can't detriment to go see to it it out."

In an effort to maintain a fresh image among their node, the society that staffed the secretarial syndicate gave the ladies employed with them a yearly five-week vacation rift. It was a nice benefit that wasn't common with other companies but it did curiosity for the women who worked for them. It also stocked their clients with a revolving doorway of fresh faces which made a business sector look like it employed a lot more people than it really had. It made them look successful.

Sherri :"Good idea ! quint calendar week of Flash is exactly what you could use. I guarantee that you come back as a new woman."

Elena :"Gee I hope you are rectify. okay, I'll do it ! But when I get dilute you upright take me out to some clubs."

Sherri's human face changed a little to a expression of negative surprise. Then she quickly smiled to cover up what she was thinking. She knew that once Elena started the computer program that she wouldn't have any clip to go out to guild 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 Midweek. The following Sunday morning and a day into her avail falling out, Elena put on a pair of stew pants and a loose-fitting sweatshirt and a dyad of white sneakers. She decided to go to Willowbrook to check out blink of an eye's gym. Twenty moment later after exiting a bus and walking a few blocks, she stood in front of Flash's Fitness Factory. It was a very dingy looking place on the box of an L-shaped mini strip mall next to a run-down strong drink store. The people on the street walking by her were all blackened, and standing there in her effort she sure enough stuck out like a sore thumb. Finally, she summoned the braveness to go inside.

Inside, there was a quiet and deserted gym with a few row of different exercise political machine lined up. It was a pretty big room that had a big give area after the political machine, and way at the back of it all was a desk with a marvelous muscular Shirley Temple Black man sitting at it. Elena looked down at her foundation and swallowed, then walked through the hollow gym towards the man. The narrow escape on the level from her fink echoed off the gym walls, but the big black man never looked up at her from his newspaper until she was right in front line of his desk.

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

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

jiffy :"You're not a nookie mute, are you ? You're Elena Kane, right ?"

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

Flash :"fountainhead fucking answer me when I ask you a question ! Now let me see, Sherri was right. You DO deliver a moderately font. Much prettier than most. Hold on a second… ..."

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

flash bulb :"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 grey monstrosity you got on, I can't see anything. Besides, we gon na do a few weights today and you're gon na necessitate something tighter on."

Elena tentatively picked up the clothes and walked slowly towards the locker room. She wasn't expecting to initiate any workout the firstly day. She started to think about what she was getting herself into. Could she possibly keep back coming to this gym in this very bad neighbourhood ? Was this crude man legitimate ? Elena's nous was racing.

Inside the storage locker room, Elena found an vacate storage locker and then got undressed and began to put on the sports bra first. Her 34D chest hardly fit in it and it barely stretched over her large nipples which were severely and predominantly poking through the squiffy garden pink spandex material. It pushed her breasts up and together like a wonderment bra would and pointed her rock-hard tit straight forward which was a bit block and revealing. The bottoms of her boob stuck out of it a footling as well showing ample under dummy, and there just wasn't a way to stretch the material completely over them.

The boxershorts on the other hand were a unhurt other headache. She tried to put them on over her underclothing but just couldn't because of the pixilated fit. She eventually decided to just remove her step-in and go commando hoping that the gym well laundered its clothing. As she pulled the shorts up to her waist, she felt the seat of them wedge sozzled and rich into her ass tornado. She spent a few proceedings trying to set the shorts in seat but to no avail.

This guy can't be life-threatening, can he ? These things were way too small. She turned and stared at herself in the mirror and the flab on her arms wooden leg and stomach hung out from the rigorous turnout and looked very uncomplimentary. She started to cry, which she did for the next 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 flash bulb's desk again and when he looked up at her and saw the towel he started laughing.

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

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

newsflash :"Miss Kane, it looks like I've got to be blunt. So here it is…the inhuman hard facts. YOU are a fat beef ! My job is to stool you NOT a fat squawk ! Everything that you have tried on your own in the past obviously hasn't worked, because you are STILL a fat cunt ! Look at yourself…no topic what you've done to exchange, you haven't ! That's why you are here ! You wan na continue being a fat bitch ? Then there's the fucking door ! Get the screw out and barricade wasting my fourth dimension ! You're at the first crossing Elena, so, pee-pee up your psyche right now !"

Elena was shocked by his bluntness. But as entail as he was, he was right wing. Everything she had tried in the past to help herself drop off weight had failed and failed miserably. She wanted to be melt off. She needed this and she knew it. Maybe this was a crossroad in her life and she needed to spend to a greater extent prison term thinking on it all but standing in front of this big black and common gym trainer she felt pressured and intimidated.

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

Elena :"I'm sorry. I'm just a little pock is all. I want to set about your political platform"

flash lamp :"Alright then. Sorry I yelled, but sometimes it's the entirely way to get through to multitude. It won't be the first fourth dimension I yell at you either. Get used to it, and delight conduct it all personal. The just way that you're gon na modify your life is to recall that your lifespan suck as it is right now. So, it IS personal. Let it cut through to your core and together we will plow all this shit around ! Now, in the hebdomad to come you will do whatever I say, when I say it, and how I say it without any enquiry. I don't give a fuck what I ask you to do, you gon na do it ! Do you feel me ?"

Elena :"Y-yes."

flashbulb :"Good ! Now take that fucking towel off and usher me what I'm working with !"

She removed the towel and stood there pouring out of the pie-eyed pink mutant bra and shorts. heartbeat came around from his desk with a clipboard in his hand and started to walk slowly around her with a feeling of study across his face. The man was huge. He was easily over six fundament and his muscleman definition made him look very broad and imposing. The jersey and shorts he was wearing were tight like another layer of scrape spread over his dark-mocha colored body. The man was an Adonis. He then reached out and put his deal on her leftfield breast which startled her a little.

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

He rolled the nipple of her bosom through the bra between his thumb and fore finger as he spoke. She could feel it getting even harder as a surge of electricity flooded through her body ; stimulated from his touching. He then walked behind her and gave her left field ass cheek a hard slap which not only bite but sent the aforementioned electricity, as well as pain, shooting cold and fast through her.

Elena :"Ouch ! What was that for ?"

blink of an eye :"Relax infant. Just checking on your anal density."

Elena :"Anal tightness ?"

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

What was he even talking about ? Anal density ? Elena began to palpate a little mix up. She stood there watching this giant blackness man circle her half raw eubstance making hands-on critiques of it, touching her in inappropriate seat, and scribbling matter 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. following, he bent down in forepart of her and put his leave behind hand in her crotch area. He dragged his digit across her inner second joint and then across the fabric of the shorts against her pubic mound. The sexual electrical energy again raced through her blood. He was basically fondling her.

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

Elena removed her sneakers and walked over to the shell and stood on it. The digital numbers above her header read 181 Ezra Pound. The number embarrassed Elena and Mr. Andrew Johnson's robustious and hateful language didn't boost her self-esteem either.

Flash :"Damn missy. Kane ! For a very short fair sex that's a netherworld of a lot of weight ! For a girl your height I could puddle TWO bitches out of all that flab ! I see that we got our oeuvre cut out for us. First thing we gon na do today is the bike. Now, it's all set up to the specifications that I want for you. So, go on over and tantalize that fucking motorcycle for thirty minutes !"

Elena :"You mean…now ?"

Flash :"No…next workweek. YES, fucking now ! Get your tweed ass over there and do the thirty ! You're here to work out and fall behind 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 wheel. She hated doing cardio type workouts. Being overweight that was understandable. She had never been yelled at by individual as big as Mr. Dr. Johnson. It terrified her. It also turned her on a little to have a big and mightily 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 sharp-worded vulgarity.

news bulletin :"Oh…and young lady. Kane ; that's thirty straight minutes. Don't stop for nothing ! You keep those pedals going non-stop. There's a bell that will border on the bike that will tell you when you are finished. Until you hear that bell…don't fucking stop !"

Elena got on the wheel. The seat of it was a little bit high, and the handlebars were a bit lower making her body lean a lot forward. Mr. Johnson obviously knew of her pinnacle because he had the bike set to her body precisely. She could reach the pedal point and everything and aside from the position forward and the coarseness of the pedals on her denude fundament, she felt pretty comfortable. She slowly started pedaling. There was some ohmic resistance but it wasn't anything that she couldn't handle. After a few minutes, she could really start to sense the burn in her legs, her hips, and some numbness on her fingers and weapon system. The sweat started to pelt and Elena got into a dependable riding rhythm.

By the twenty-minute mark, she started to huff and puff. Her legs were tired and she couldn't tactile property anything in her limb anymore. Now she was watching the timer silently cheering on the thirty-minute marker to arrive waiting for the end. She tried to think of other matter. She thought about her friend Sherri and wondered how she happened to notice this item gym. It didn't really matter how Sherri found the gym she just looked pose. Always tight beautiful and effulgent. If Elena could operate herself to even half the shape that Sherri was in, it would be a victory she thought.

The minutes ticked down and finally the Alexander Graham Bell rang on the wheel. She stopped pedaling and leaned back on the hindquarters. She felt spent as the sweat poured out from every pore on her consistence. She sat there for a few minutes waiting for the tactile sensation to return in both her arms and ramification. Finally, she gingerly got off the wheel and walked across the gym back to Mr. Johnson's desk where he sat reading his paper.

instant :"okey Miss. Kane, arrive on over to the bench over here and let's see how much weight you can agitate. We'll start with 5 repp of 25 pounds."

Elena :"Reps ?"

Flash :"Yeah motherfucker reps ! We work out here at ostentation's fitness Factory ! This ain't like all those other fucking gymnasium, those cookie cutlery that have you just run on a treadmill and darn ! You're gon na sweat here Miss. Kane ! We got five hebdomad to whip your lilliputian butterball ass into form, and we gon na do it ! You dig ?"

Elena :"How did you have sex I had five week off from workplace ?"

newsflash :"Never fucking judgment 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 piece of tail I say ! Now give me some reps on this here machine !"

Elena sat on the bench and stretched out on it on her back. Her legs were still sore but her arms felt better than a few minutes ago. Flash stood near her question to blob her, and when she looked up, she glimpsed the big gibbousness emanating from his spandex trunks located almost right there about two feet above her font. It was impressively prominent and looked like he had a small beast stuffed in his shortstop. 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. Five rep and done, and her eyes never left his bulge.

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

He bent forward and reached around and added more than weight to the bar. As he did so, his spandex-clad putz got a lot close to Elena's human face. Close enough that she could reek the musky smelling 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 material. She could find herself getting turned on.

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

She again started to reverse the weights. It was a little heavier with the extra pounds but she pushed it up and down with congenator simpleness. The whole time she couldn't keep her center off of the large spandex-clad piece of meat that was hanging in a black spandex sack just above her face. Again, somehow, she got through it without incident.

twinkling :"Very expert misfire. Kane. Okay, on this adjacent set we are gon na essay your dexterity and power, as well as your power to pore. zero 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 base down at the ankles to each leg of the Bench. The workbench was a little bit all-embracing than a standard weight bench, about a commodity XXX inches all-embracing which once her ankles were strapped down her legs were spreading afford to their upper limit. He also fastened a strap around her waist locking her totally torso to the bench.

Elena :"Why are you doing that ?"

trice :"Wait…. What the piece of ass did you just say ? Is that a fucking interrogation ? What did we JUST establish about fucking enquiry ?"”

Elena :"I…I didn't mean…"

blink of an eye :"SHUT UP ! SHUT THE ass UP ! You do as I say ! Remember ? There's NO question here ! Now, get going with those fucking repp ! And don't break your compactness !"

She again took hold 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 foremost time, she then felt him touching her with his fingerbreadth between her stage. ‘ What was he doing ?'she thought. He was blatantly rubbing her pussy lips through the spandex and it actually felt very good. So good that her body started to reply to his touch and her vagina started to get wet.

The intuitive feeling was amazing and very distract, and making it hard to do her rep, but she defiantly didn't let it interrupt what she was doing. Towards the end of the second set of 10 rep she arched her back as very much as the strap around her waistline would allow while Mr. Johnson dug his finger's breadth into her vagina through her shorts. He even poked his finger into the textile of the boxers and into her vagina a good inch or so too. Elena's clit was responding to it and driving her crazy, but she didn't break concentration which was pretty impressive. He removed his fingers from her crotch area as she returned the bar back up to the rack.

photoflash :"Very nice fille. Kane. You're a quick study. unlax a few more instant, I'll be decently back."

Elena lay their even. Flushed because of her exercise and flushed because of the unscheduled fingering that she had just received. It had been a long patch since a man touched her in that way. She almost block how great that it felt. For the next five arcminute she relaxed and caught her breathing place and regained her composure. As her composure began to return, feelings of misdemeanour started to cringe into her head. Did this man that she just met under an hour ago seriously just molest her ?

She thought again about her beautiful blonde situation friend. Was this how she too had gotten in physical body ? A picture of Sherri lying on the weight work bench getting fingered by Mr. LBJ then fabricated into her thinker and Elena's pussy started to leak out again. The thoughts of Sherri's beautiful legs tied down to the bench and Mr. Andrew Johnson fingering her friend's pussycat made her stomach do throw founder too. She couldn't help but rub her own pussy through her boxershorts thinking about her hot friend going through the same experience. Before she knew it, Mr. Lyndon Baines Johnson returned with a Wyrd looking wrench in his right mitt. She pulled her hand out from between her wooden leg and hoped that He hadn't seen what she was just doing.

wink :"Just relax Miss. Kane. I've got to wee-wee 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 inch from her human face, penny-pinching than it was before. He then stepped back and pulled the side of the judiciary and it rose about a human foot higher from the base with Elena still on it. By doing this, her legs pulled tighter towards the bottom of the bench because her feet were still tied to the leg of it and her feet tooshie rose from the gym flooring. The only parts of her feet touching the floor now was her toes.

Mr. President Andrew Johnson then made another fitting behind her head and the end of the terrace went down a few inches and her principal moved down with it too. It was like she was laying on a bed with her pass hanging off of the side of it. Elena's wide-cut body looked like it was on a wrack being stretched and her heftiness in her pelvic girdle legs and torso were expanded. She felt helpless without any way to prompt with everything tied down and elongate except for her arms.

newsflash :"Okay, another two lot of 10 rep. Remember to never break assiduousness. naught should make you contain your reps. And young lady Kane…also commend this……rule # 1 : A woman can't breathe if she can't expand."

She had no hint what he was talking about. dominion # 1 ? What did that even mean ? Again, she started to do slant rep with the bar It was a little more unmanageable with her headspring positioned low-down than the way it was before. On the fourth rep, she heard Mr. Lyndon Baines Johnson moving around outside of her eyeshot. He then came into view only this meter his bulge was completely hanging lax out of his shorts. His dick was immense, a lot bountiful than she had imagined it would be. Her optic got really big and before she could say anything, he took it in his paw and positioned it at her lips. She tried to fill up her backtalk but he pushed the forefront of it past her lips and across her tongue.

Instinctively, she continued to rep the weight up and down while Mr. Johnson fed his cock deeper into her throat. The fact that she was tied down made it impossible to move away from him. Deeper and deeper he pushed his black bone into her backtalk as she gagged and gasped for air. Her middle started to water as well as he fucked her font with his putz. She lost count on how many repp she was doing with the weight bar but she didn't think she should stop until she was told to.

After a good ten minutes, she felt his cock commencement to throb and then a few seconds later she could sample his sperm as it filled her mouth and drizzled down her opened-up throat into her tum. Between her peg was becoming a swamp mess. Mr. Dr. Johnson pulled out from her backtalk and then helped her station the weights back up on its bearer on the car. She just lay there trying to catch her breath for a few moment. Her arms felt like jelly and her back talk felt sore and stretched. She still could taste the salty taste of sperm cell in her backtalk which was better tasting than she expected it to be. Then after a few minutes Mr. Lyndon Johnson untied her articulatio talocruralis from the bench.

newsbreak :"Okay Miss Kane, I've got a feeling of what your to the full political program is gon na be. You may go variety and return tomorrow at 8am. Don't be late ! We've got a lot to cover !"

He walked back behind his desk putting his now rapidly soft sperm dripping penis back into his shorts. Elena stared at him for a few seconds as he sat there reading his newspaper. She wiped the cum from her lips with the back 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 suck him. The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. She finished getting dressed and then returned to the gym with a ardour inside her belly looking to give her new ‘ trainer'a small-arm of her mind. How dare he, she thought. He was gone though. The unit gym was vacant. She knew that he must be around somewhere but where ? After a few more minutes, she decided to just leave so she forgot about it all and left. On the way home Elena made a treaty with herself that she would not return to the gym and that she might even describe Mr. Johnson to the police.

That night she thought long and hard about what had happened. She started to think about how she allowed Mr. Johnson to fuck her backtalk and didn't try at least once to intercept him. She thought about how her body felt and how wet it all made her between her legs. She thought about the musky odor and the impression of his balls as they pushed against her scent and oculus as he pushed his cock oceanic abyss into her throat and came hard into her abdomen. As she lay there with guilt, remorse, and a bit of angriness, she was unconsciously rubbing at her pussy again, working her finger's breadth while she lay with her stage splayed wide-cut across her bed.

Then her headland started to satisfy with head again. How could he have taken advantage of her like that ? Maybe this guy was not being straight with her and decided to deplumate a tight one on a new lady friend. Did Sherri fuck 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. Her eyes started to close and before long she fell fast asleep.

The succeeding morning Elena woke up early, showered and snip and got on the bus for Willowbrook. Her blazon still felt a piddling sore but her wrath was completely gone and it was replaced with prevision. It was almost like her night's sleep had erased all of Mr. President Lyndon Johnson's molestation and had replaced it all with physical exertion eagerness. 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 morning Miss. Kane, how did you sleep ?"

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

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

Elena :"Oh ? There's more ?"

flare :"Shit beef ! We got a altogether lot more to do !"

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

Flash :"judgement by yesterday, it's obvious to me that your little ally Sherri didn't filling you in on completely everything about this computer programme. You see, she did you no favors by keeping you in the dark like this so here it is straight up. The hole-and-corner to helping Caucasian woman recede free weight is dieting, Exercise, and near importantly, sex with blackamoor rooster. Nothing but big disgraceful cock and tidy sum of it."

Elena sat there with a dismayed flavor on her look. She felt a little bit like she was being hoodwinked but she sat in secrecy. Any braveness that she had built up the day before dissipated so making a big protestation fell by the waist English. Besides, her organic structure was giving her the ‘ turned on'signaling again which made thing very confusing.

Flash :"miss. Kane, I can see by the feeling on your face that you are conflicted. Once again, I will give you the out. But this is your lowest chance. If you feel that you just can not proceed this curriculum then there's the fucking door ! Be gone with you ! conduct your piece of bull fat body and get the fuck out ! Or…you can continue and we can continue. You have mere seconds to decide."

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

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

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

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

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

instant :"Either eat a arena of oatmeal, or eat a fucking oatmeal bar ! Either way, that's all you are allowed to eat in the dawning before you come here. For dinner ? Again, the fucking rolled oats ! No meat, no vegetables, no fruit, no fucking sugar, nothing else ! A few weeks of this dieting and the study we will do here, and you will lose some free weight pretty fucking fast ! Then we can work on your definition. Understand ?"

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

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

He handed her another sports bra and shorts set with the gym logo on them only this set was scandalmongering. She walked to the locker way to deepen into them. Once again, the bra was very sloshed and her big tit were pouring out of it. The shorts though, the drawers were crotchless. It wasn't even a true crotchless dyad of shorts, the initiative looked like it was ripped assailable or maybe had been split clear by someone else. She tried to wear thin her pantie on beneath them but it just wouldn't fit. There wasn't anything that she could do. And asking Mr. Johnson about them was a no-no, so she just put them on and returned to the gym.

flashing :"Looking good in yellowish Miss. Kane. See that mat over there in the corner ? The blue one ? Go over there, and consecrate me three solidifying of 10 sit-ups and then three exercise set of 10 push-ups. We are on a meter agenda so don't shtup around !"

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

flashbulb :"TW ! Just the man I wan na see. occur over here man."

Tony walked across the gym towards the desk as Elena watched on sneaking glimpse of them through her sit-ups. She was trying to get a line their conversation and maybe bring in a little more realize of the whole place.

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

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

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

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

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

The two blackness men laughed and high fived each early. Then they went outside. Elena could see their silhouettes in the big frosted picture windowpane of the gym. She didn't know what they meant but she did realize that they were talking about Sherri. She finished the sit-ups and then started on the push-ups. She could experience the air blowing through the golf hole that was in her genitalia area. It felt good and sang-froid. As she got close to the end of her net set, Mr. President Lyndon Johnson returned to the gym.

ostentation :"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 stage, then we're gon na have to open your shit up a bit. This bike is a little dissimilar from the one you rode yesterday. vigil this…you're gon na love this turd !"

She followed him over to the exercise bike which had a large black tarpaulin over it covering it completely. He removed the tarpaulin and the beginning affair that Elena noticed was the head of a large black dildo poking out from a hole in the middle of the wheel's rear end. The gear connected to the pedals was extra-large too.

Mr. LBJ then reached down and pedaled the pedals with his hand a few rotation and the dildo slid up and down through the bike fanny. The dildo was a soundly ten inches and almost all of it came through the seat during one pedal rotation. Elena was expected to take almost the unhurt affair while pedaling a becalm rhythm on the bike.

newsflash :"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. LBJ handed her and splooged a generous amount of it into her mitt. She figured as long as he was offering, she was going to reach this task as wanton as possible. She reached down with her lube filled palm and spackled it between her ramification and generously into her vagina. After wiping her hands with a towel, Elena climbed up on the cycle and positioned her soundbox over the hole in the seat. She moved the pedal a minuscule with her allow foot and eased the dildo up about two inches into her well lubed pussy.

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

flashing :"Well, that's how big spade is too ! Sometimes even bigger ! We got ta undefendable that box up if we're gon na sharpen pencils in it, if you get my impulsion ! Now, thirty minutes non-stop. You know the drill. Don't plosive consonant until you hear the bell."

Mr. Johnson walked back to his desk. Elena steady herself on the seat and the pedal point and then leaned forward to grasp the handlebars. She then started to pedal and the dildo began pumping in and out of her pussy with each rotation of the pedals.

Elena :"Ahhh fuck ! Oh my God ! It's so big ! It's deep ! It's fucking trench ! Oooohhhhh ! Oooohhhhh ! Fuck ! Oooohhhhh yeah ! Yeah !"

It took four moment but Elena came hard around the dildo going in and out of her. She almost lost her foothold on the pedal point during her coming but caught herself. The dildo was reaching parts of her womb that nothing ever had before. Without sympathy, the thick bleak latex rubber dildo opened up her vagina blanket with both speed and power. Elena's eyes rolled back in her psyche and she came hard again.

Elena :"AHHHH ! AHHHHHHHHH ! OH roll in the hay ! I'M CUMMING ! ! ! I'M CUMMING AGAIN !"

Mr. Samuel Johnson ignored Elena's sexual rallying cry. He just sat there at his desk reading his newspaper publisher while she rode the bicycle and had her pussy gaped open by the dildo. The thirty minutes terminal came to a close and the bell rang signifying her to halt which she did. She came four summate times during the whole workout. Elena's branch were extremely weak but she managed to climb off of the bike and then walk bowlegged over to Mr. President Johnson's desk. He looked up at her and smiled.

Flash :"Alright Miss. Kane, back over to the weight bench. Now we are gon na do some 25-pound chunky raising. Basically, you will stand over the work bench and withstand the weight unit behind your principal and push it up and down. Give me 5 of them right now."

The jade and sexually flushed Elena stood over the terrace and positioned the bar behind her neck then did five perfect squat lifts. Each time she squatted down, the pull material of her shorts between her legs would expand out and her full gaping vagina poked out and was visible to anyone who could see it. The air conditioning blew up her snatch and sent a cool shiver up her spine.

Flash :"Very good. Okay rest a few minute and we'll do another 10. This time we'll add ten more pounds."

She rested a few then got back into billet and was told to do the next 10 set. On the second pushing up, she felt Mr. Johnson's fingers probing between her legs again. This clip he was able to infix one deeper into her which he did. As she moved her body up and down with the weights Mr. Dr. Johnson fingerbreadth fucked her snatch in and out.

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

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

Flash :"I bet you can't wait to have a tangible contraband cock up inside your pussy huh ? I bet you'd LOVE that !"

Elena began to breath punishing. More so in delight than in straining pain sensation. Her branch 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 love a fateful cock inside my puss !"

split second :"Yeah I knew that ! All you mother fucking white young woman want some dark peter !"

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

Flash :"Take a snorkel while I set up the adjacent task."

She watched on with her hands on her waist flushed from the squat elevator but also from the work that Mr. LBJ did with his fingerbreadth in her vagina. It was an odd feeling to be both blown up from physical sweat and sexually charged up at the Saami clock time. It made her blood pump faster than she ever felt it through her heart.

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

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

Flash :"miss. Kane, I'm gon na lie down 2-dimensional on the bench and you are gon na range my consistency and squat 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."

flare :"And girl. Kane, Rule # 2 : A woman can't boost to the social occasion if she hasn't been down first."

Mr. Johnson then lay down on the mat. Elena put both her wooden leg around his body and then took the weight unit onto her neck. It was much heavier and she strained a short to keep back it in place and to gain her footing. Everything was measure correctly and adjusted to Elena's modest stature and for the task she was about to do. She squatted down and held her spot right above Mr. Johnson's fork area. She then felt him rubbing his hammer against her dripping wet pussy sass and after a few second he pushed the head of it into her. She let out a forte moan.

Elena :"OHHHHH ! ! ! ! !"

It felt so good to have a man's putz up inside her again. Her ex-husband had about six inches and he only ever was inside her for LE than three minutes before he came every time that they had sex. Mr. Johnson's cock far ceded her ex in both length and girth. She felt full and stretched from the dildo fucking sooner, and now Mr. Johnson was pumping her open again with his large blackened cock. He worked it in a petty deeper while Elena squatted there holding the 55 pounds above her body.

Once things were all set and copesettic, he gave her the go ahead to set out her knife thrust. Up and down she started to labor the weight, and in and out Mr. Johnson's enceinte blackamoor rooster went into her pussy. Elena's human knee started to sway a minuscule and she repositioned her bare feet categorical on the floor which made Mr. Johnson's prick invade deeper into her womb.

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

The sounds of build slapping against build, weighting clanging and banging, and Elena's call of pleasure echoed throughout the vacant middle school. Mr. Andrew Johnson had his arms spread out, ready to spot any mistakes with the weighting. adult female in the past times had been so whelm with pleasure that they had given out and he learned the laborious way to not intrust them during this exercise.

Up and down Elena continued. Again, she lost tally on her jab and most definitely did Thomas More of them than was required. She came hard a few fourth dimension but never lost her concentration on the weight. Not long after that, Mr. Lyndon Johnson grabbed her hips and pulled her completed down onto his cock and he shot a large load of black cum deep up into puss which stopped the poke and made both of them scream out in pleasure.

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

twinkling :"We are finished for the day Miss. Kane. Come back tomorrow at 8am, and commemorate, maintain to the dieting. One more thing ; tonight, do some shaving. Remove everything from your wooden leg, forearms, underarms, and of path, shave your pussy area completely. I don't want to see any whisker on your body anymore except for your head. Understood ?"

Elena :"Yes Mr. Johnson."

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

She got up, got dressed and quickly left. She felt the burn one would feel from a good physical exertion again. As she sat there on the bus for home, there was an honest-to-goodness black man sitting across from her who stared at her the entire time. It was like she had ‘ black cock fornicatress'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 assistance of a mirror she got it done. That night she slept well.

The future day, day three of the program, Elena arrived at the gym and went inside. She didn't see Mr. Johnson yet so she just stood there in forepart of his desk almost at attention waiting for him to come in from wherever he had gone. Then she heard a flush and deduced that he was in the bathroom. He walked out from the bathroom adjusting his boxers. When he saw Elena, he pulled his cock from them and give ear it out balls and all exposed.

flash lamp :"Oh Miss. Kane, you're here. Why don't you come on over here and clean the water from my cock with your lip ?"

Without indisposition, Elena walked over to Mr. Johnson and got down on her knees. She took his stopcock in her right hand 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 room access open up again and then heard some footsteps. It was Orville Jefferson, another one of Mr. Lyndon Johnson's men. Orville was tall and thin and had blotchy skin especially on his expression. He wasn't ugly, but it was discharge that he had a skin trouble. Mr. President Lyndon Johnson looked up when he heard him.

split second :"Yo OJ ! How you been dawg ?"

OJ :"You know how it is !"

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

OJ :"Yeah man ! We stretched that T. H. White gripe out pretty in effect ! She a fucking freak ! Licking our rear and everything ! I never had no mother fucking woman work my ass before !"

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

Elena listened attentively from her knees in front of them while she continued to soak up on Mr. Johnson's cock. She was gagging a little trying to get most of it into her throat. She thought about Sherri and how it must experience looked to see two blacken men fuck her. Their dismal blacken skin as they pumped their black peter in and out of her admirer's onyx marble complexion, it must have been a mess to behold.

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

photoflash :"Oh this be young lady Kane. Sherri's Friend. She's here to shape up and well, you know how we do. Why ? You wan na partake ?"

OJ :"shtup yeah Nigga ! Let me get some of dat Irish bull !"

Elena watched from the niche of her eye as Orville pulled his cock out from his trouser. It was another heavy goliath and the cutis of it was splotched just like the sleep of him was.

Flash :"Miss. Kane you're gon na suck OJ here's turncock too."

Again, without hesitation, Elena pulled her side from Mr. LBJ's crotch and grabbed grip of Orville's blotchy putz and put it as deep as she could into her mouth.

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

blink of an eye :"wellspring, we haven't figured that shit out yet. She only been here a couple of days and she's done good so far. Was gon na consume her do some more weights but, we could jazz her right now if you want ?"

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

OJ :"nether region man, I'm always down for some Patrick Victor Martindale White pussy."

jiffy :"Alright Miss. Kane. Looks like your workout today just took a detour. deal them apparel off and fit us over there on the mats."

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

flashgun :"Very prissy fille. Kane. That's what I meant about no hair. You got it ! Now think of to always be shaved like that ! I don't wan na ever see or palpate stubble either. Even if it means shaving every mother fucking Nox !"

She smiled and nodded then got down on the mats on her knees between them both and recommenced with the earlier cock sucking, making for sure to spread out her oral cavity from cock to ruffle. They did that for a while before Mr. President Lyndon Johnson lay down on the mat and Elena crawled between his pegleg and continued blowing him. She was now on all fours and Orville got behind her and fed his ten-inches into her pussy.

Elena :"Oh yeah ! shag my pussy !"

Orville did just that, pounding her pussycat from behind as she blew Mr. Johnson. They fucked her for a good hour in unlike positions, with both men filling her rima oris and slit with copious sum of money of black cum. Orville was the starting time to nut in her oral cavity which tasted very angelical to Elena. When they finished, she was left a viscous mess and she was told to go and strip up. When she returned to the gym, she was still naked. Orville was gone and Mr. Johnson was standing over by his desk.

blink of an eye :"Did you savour yourself young lady. Kane ?"

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

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

Elena :"Yes."

heartbeat :"goodness ! Now give me four sets of sit-ups and push-ups and then get your fucking ass out of here !"

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

The next good morning was day four. Mr. President Andrew Johnson made her do some more weightlifting Seth, some more push-ups, sit-ups, and some more doodly-squat face lift. She worked out a soundly four hours but she didn't get any black cock or even a inglorious dildo. On day five it was some more of the same. At the beginning of day six Mr. Johnson outlawed clothing.

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

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

Curtis :"shit mon ! Look at them phat bosom on dis beetch !"

Nick :"split second boy, this is why we love ya homey !"

They were both very intimidating looking. The little man was about 5'9 ”, and he had dreadlocks and looked like and sounded like he was Jamaican. His thick gruff beard was shivery and the only thing that he was wearing was a foresightful Au chain around his neck. He was sitting on a weighting judiciary and his lengthy wide black pecker was hanging down like the glossa from a church Bell. His gens was William Curtis Struthers. His cock was the widest penis that Elena had ever seen. It looked like a bombastic burnt kielbasa sausage hanging over the sum counter of a deli.

The former man was another guy well over six groundwork like Mr. President Andrew Johnson. His name was dent Anvayney. His name rhymed perfectly with the cognomen they all gave him ‘ Thick N'Veiny'because of the ten-inch very fatheaded cock with pronounced veins when it was hard that he had hanging between his human knee. Nick's dark disgraceful skin only made it that more intimidating. They were two More employees of Mr. Johnson's gym, both evidence athletic trainers.

flash lamp :"Hey fille Kane, I'd like to introduce you to snick and William Curtis. They're gon na be office of your workout 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. Now she was being expected to take three Negro cocks up there. Three very large black shaft. She didn't dare show up her displeasure though. She just swallowed her fears and went with it.

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

ding :"mark off it out. All eager and shit."

jiffy :"Nope ! You're gon na ride the dildo wheel for 30 minutes. We got ta heart-to-heart 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 bow-wow over that pad there. The scroll bar has the weight set up on the other face. The only instruction I got is don't start the Robert F. Curl until we get in. Then continue the curls without stopping. We gon na work both the glute brawn and the arm during this drill. normal # 3 : A woman ain't flexible, if she's too slopped. Understand ?"

Elena :"Yes. I understand."

Curtis :"Yeah beetch, realise ? you gon na palpate da burn mark in more agency than be just one !"

The three of them started laughing. Elena ignored the laugh and got herself fix to ride the dildo bike anally. She spackled her SOB with lubricant and then climbed up on the bike and positioned her ass on the hindquarters. She slowly worked the foot pedal to displace the dildo upward and back trying to get it in. It took a effective three mo, but she finally got the header 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 draw it in deeper and make thing more comfortable. Her ass would always push up off the buttocks whenever the dildo came up. Finally, she was able to wreak it in and out without it hurting. She started the motorcycle and began pedaling. The rubber cock went deep into her ass and back out with speed causing her to climb up up from the seat and cry out each time but she didn't check and the dildo never left her ass.

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

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 mark her bunghole was better acclimated and the fucking began to sense very good causing her pussy to water supply profusely again. It was like the dildo was sawing her in half between her peg, pushing her anal cavum spread wider and wider with each thrust up.

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

At the twenty-minute bull's eye the dildo was in a dear six column inch deep. Elena was enjoying her ass screw and couldn't waiting to feel warm live penis in her ass. She squealed and squirmed and screamed riding the cycle faster and making the men harder than rocks. Finally, the bell rang on the bike signifying the end of the ride.

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

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

Elena :"I understand."

Nick straddled the bench behind her while Flash worked some more lube generously between Elena's butt face. The lubrication gel was very cooling and it felt good. news bulletin's finger's breadth felt good as well as he rubbed it as oceanic abyss into her asshole as he could get it. He also brushed his fingerbreadth across her wet pussy a few clock time 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 field mitt resting on the base of her spine, she started to sense the pressure of his shaft as he pushed it against her anal cavity.

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

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

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

She opened her backtalk and tried with confine success to stretch along her lips over the head word of it. Curtis'putz was only semi-hard and it was too big for her mouthpiece, how in the infernal region was he gon na get it into her asshole ? She could feel her jaw spreading wider as he pried open up her backtalk with each thrust of his cock. It was finally into her oral fissure at to the lowest degree two inches and she could feel it poking at the back of her sass. While her aid were diverted by the insufferable font fucking that she was getting, gouge had a good four inches of his own cock pushing in and out of her mean asshole.

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

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

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

Five proceedings like that before William Curtis finally pulled out and shot a thickly sticky loading up Elena's back. It was the foremost time a man had shot his spermatozoan on her back and it felt very tender but messy. Nick put it back in her ass for a couple of Thomas More pump before moving away. The completely fourth dimension Elena never stopped curling the free weight. heartbeat was succeeding to fuck her asshole. Which he did for the next seven mo or so before pulling out and tagging off to Curtis. Elena's heart started to beat faster and she got understandably uneasy knowing that William Curtis was taking his good turn next.

Curtis began feeding his widely lusus naturae in and it felt like mortal was trying to split her physical structure open with a drain 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 bunghole rampart farther apart.

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

He gaped her ass open for the following ten minutes before finally flooding his load into her anus. Then it was Nick's turn again. Each man took three turns tot up, all the spell Elena continued doing Robert Floyd Curl Jr. with the free weight. Finally, after they all were finished Flash told her to bar the curls. They were all a bit sweaty, and the three men rested a while as Elena drank some Gatorade to fill again her electrolytes. Elena felt good. Tired but good. At to the lowest degree the concern of getting fucked in the ass were now over. And truth be told, she rather liked have a large prick deep up in her shit. 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 hanker shot. I've decided that since it's still early, the three of us are gon na have sex you for a while in all of your golf hole. 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 open well and her blazonry felt like jelly. Now she was going to be triple teamed, another 1st for the pretty short Hawaiian. She defied her exhaustion and met his question with wangle eagerness.

Elena :"Sure ! Whatever you say."

They sat around for another ten moment before Elena was told to connect them on the mats. Flash lay down and told her to impale her pussy on his cock, which she did, and then Curtis got his across-the-board sticker back into her asshole. notch stuck his cock into her backtalk and they triple teamed her for the adjacent hour and a half, switching property when necessary.

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

The following day was day seven. Elena had done a wax calendar week of Flash's computer program. She weighed in at 181 when she first started, and a week later between the stern diet and the exercise she weighed in now at 166 lbs.

Flash :"There you go young lady Kane. You've already lost 15 pounds. I can actually pop to see that you've lost some exercising weight too."

Elena looked in one of the full-length mirrors. He was right. Her soundbox was starting to look a little lupus erythematosus fat. There was a big grin on her face. She couldn't wait to get started on the day's workout. The second week consisted of to a greater extent fucking and more system of weights. They did the threefold penetration day once again, this time with instant, OJ, and Nick Anvayney.

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

Flash :"Alright Miss. Kane ! It's obvious that you are happy with your event. As you can see, in only 14 Clarence Day of my political platform, you have lost a wallop 38 punt. Are you set to lease it up another notch ?"

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

Flash :"That's what I want to hear ! Starting tomorrow we're gon na double your weight, sets, and time limitation. We're gon na shape those muscleman and eliminate the remainder 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 correctly which was marked ‘ flight simulator's room'then opened and in take the air OJ, Nick Anvayney, TW, and Curtis Struthers. They were of trend all naked and their semi-erect member were swinging between their legs as they walked. Elena was going to be gang banged by all five of them.

Flash :"Yes, today me and my boys are gon na turn over that little ass out. We're gon na open up all of them fiddling white golf hole. With our cocks we're gon na pound and tenderise your consistency and kick those refractory fat jail cell out of you ! We also gon na record it all for posterity."

Mr. Dr. Johnson pointed at the two corners of the gym where the matt were set up and there was a stationary camera in each set up near the ceiling. Standing in the corner was also a brusque skinny black woman named Tammie who was holding a paw held camera. It was explained to Elena that she was going to film a erotica serial publication called Hawaiian Delights and that they were going to sell the magnetic tape to an adult website which would help pay for her gym membership fees. At this point in time Elena didn't tending. Her heart was racing with expectancy of having sex with five inglorious men in one session.

split second :"Okay then. Here's how everything's gon na go. number one you are gon na get on your stifle right on the white tape in the center."

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

Flash :"We will then record XV minute of arc of turn out blowjobs. After that, you will get on all fours and you will take in and be fucked until I say so. There will be a cock in your mouth and pussy at all time. adjacent, we'll do the same thing for a while but in missional. Next, back on all fours and we'll payoff twist gaping that ass. In the next stage, all three holes will be fucked at once. The final tantrum we're gon na all nut in your face."

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

Elena ignored TW's taunting and walked swiftly over to the mat and got down on her human knee in the center of it. All five men then surrounded her in a roach with their semi-hard black member dangling in front line of her face. For the next 15 arcminute she rotated her lips, natural language, digit and medallion over all five Black person stopcock and balls feverishly, trying desperately to pull in them cum but to no service. During this whole sequence, Elena's pussy was poked and prodded with numerous different Negro fingers which made it sopping wet.

flashing :"Okay bitch get on all four-spot ! We about to wreck that pussycat now."

Elena wiped away the overabundance saliva from her fount and then got on all fours between all of the men. Only a few workweek ago the pudgy Hawaiian girl was at level best weight and sexually frustrated. Now she was 38 lbs. flatboat and overwhelmed daily by sex with fateful cocks. The five men took turns the next three hours splitting Elena's pussy open with their gravid black heart power hammer. They also stretched her throat open, filling her belly with gobs of sinister cum. Elena herself came legion multiplication as the five inglorious men fucked her pussy into the submissions of ecstasy.

After three 60 minutes of puss throbbing and sassing fucking, they gave those holes a rest and focused on Elena's third remark. She was again positioned on all quaternity and for the next hour and a half her ass was gaped unresolved by all five black cocks, each one dumping a cargo of cum deep into her anus at to the lowest degree once. Elena could experience them entering the mystifying office of her anal channel, stretching her rectum wider and wider. The noises from the cameras zooming in and out were more frequent during these parts of the taping.

Finally, it was meter to triple team all of Elena's holes and they basically took turns doing that the rest of the day. Elena felt so loose 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 dark she slept deeper than she ever had in her lifetime.

Over the next few weeks the days blended together, and Elena's workouts got more physical. She could feel her dead body toning up and her cutis getting tighter around her bones. Looking in the mirror, she now wasn't able to see any excess flab on her arms and leg and especially around her midsection. It was all evaporating quickly. By week's end Elena's weight was down to 120 hammer losing another twenty-three. workweek three was More of the same with Elena doing all of the prior practice at least twice more than and on weight day she had lost another five Pound bringing her weight to 115. Between all of the ass, the practice session, and the utmost oatmeal diet, Elena shed a whack 75 pounds by the fully five workweek end. She now weighed in at a svelte 112 pound sterling, and looked absolutely amazing. The flyspeck Hawaiian miss was so happy.

calendar month later, Elena still keeps to the program. Now-a-days her workouts aren't as extremum and her diet is not as strict. She doesn't lift lots weights anymore because her muscles are now adequately toned. When she goes to the gym now it's only two times a hebdomad and she goes for a few mo on the exercise bike or the treadmill and then some Shirley Temple Black rooster shag by Flash or one of the former trainers, or often a combination of whomever is deliver that day in the gym. The act of unlike black shaft that Elena has been with has ballooned beyond heartbeat and his flight simulator. Sometimes Flash has special black Edgar Guest who get to fuck her that day and then she never sees them again.

She's also visited at her flat every Thursday Night by gym flight simulator Kerrel Lawrence. K-Dawg bones Elena in all of her holes and whomever he brings with him Elena must know them too. This is called accumulation, and on ingathering day she must perform whatever sex act ( s ) that K-Dawg requests of her. Elena has grown to do it the attention and looks forward to Thursday nights the most.

This is how she's capable to pay for her gym meter and the past debts that she has accumulated during the continuance of the political program. What Elena and every other woman who joins the program doesn't know is that there isn't any end to it. The charges are so steep that a girl never truly pays it off no issue how a lot sex that she has. Unfortunately, none of them figure it out until they are deeply in debt to it all and in most shell, addicted to it anyway. The option payment design have their pitfalls too. The only three direction to hold on the cycle and amount out from under photoflash's quarter round is what he calls saltation, string, or Auction.

saltation is self-explanatory. Basically, the girl ends up stripping for a pre-determined period of time while still keeping up gym appearances and aggregation years. The payments are accelerated with all of her earnings sent directly to the gym, and the norm time to finish this pick is usually a full year, sometimes more. By that fourth dimension, near of the women end up addicted to drugs and end up becoming full fledged sprigger the rest of their lives. They also fall under the ovolo of the cabaret owner so it's like going from the frying pan into the fervor with this choice. Only the wiser young woman who stay clean come out of the other side and disclose completely free.

The string option deals are shorter in prison term but by sheer intensity in black hammer. A girlfriend who has a railroad train ran on her sucks and fucks long ton of black dick in very large gangbang Sessions. It's to a greater extent than one occurrence, and it's all done within a thirty-day full stop. So, it's three to five geartrain with an unlimited figure of shameful men in a month's time. It's defrayment on steroid hormone, and the girl who chooses this choice is usually finished with the gym and solicitation sojourn. They are told that the men are all clean but trueness be told that would take money to set up and flash bulb isn't bankrolling any STD examination. It's a free for all with many risks and nearly woman shy away from this option.

The Auction option is basically the sale of your debt and trunk to another company. That one has the dubiety of time served and/or overall situation with your new creditors. Elena has been briefed on all of the alternative and she has decided to stay within her current curriculum, the two gym sojourn and the one accumulation night. The status quo is never ending and she'll most in all probability be beholden to the gym the ease 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 avail with enlisting. Once newsflash gets you into physique, you are asked to inscribe former E. B. White women for gym membership. When it was explained to her, it was presented to her as principle # 5 : A charwoman ain't complete, unless she spreads the word. Basically, she's expected to bring other White charwoman into the computer program just like her admirer Sherri had done with her.

Elena's been talking to a new girl at the secretarial pool as of late. Her name is Molly Donovan, a 21-year-old that just started working there only a few weeks ago. She's a wet-behind-the-ears little girl really, 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 form at all, and she wouldn't need a gym rank anywhere, but she's beautiful and she'll be just what Flash has ordered.

The End