The cab driver watched hungrily as the umbrella holding Elena Kane stepped over the puddle at the base of the curb on her way from his cab to the entrance of the gym. The old grim man had been stealing feeling at the now thin and pretty Hawaiian mantrap the whole ride in his rear-view mirror as she sat with her long beautiful legs crossed exposing her upper thighs in the back seat of his cab. One last feel at those legs as they sashayed into the building was sure enough to provide some decent spank-bank material during a few future rub and tug Sessions for the old black man.

Elena wasn't always this fit though. In fact, she was a commodity 75 Lebanese pound overweight for most of her adult life. The 32-year-old lulu had spent the past year working out at Flash's physical fitness manufacturing plant, adhering to a hard-and-fast and unique fitness regimen that has allowed her to shed the pounds systematically and shape Elena's body into a curvy delight to any man's eyes.

Growing up in Aloha State and raised by a Polynesian mother and a Caucasian begetter, the 4'10"short young lady with the passably face and dark short hair was always tragically adiposis. At her sonorous, Elena would tip the scales at 187 Cypriot pound which given her short height would realise her feel like a roly-poly little globe of flesh. It always was a John Major author of Elena's low self-pride because she truly wasn't really a enceinte feeder. The food she ate wasn't the healthiest but it wasn't like she was frequenting the fast intellectual nourishment drive-thru either.

Elena's weight was also a John Major trouble in her three-year failed marriage too. Her now ex-husband Saint Peter used to tease apart her mercilessly and cruelly which culminated the doomed Union into divorce. She was 26 at the meter and Hawaii became a piazza that Elena just didn't want to be anymore. She decided to impress 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 admirer from work Sherri Kimbelsen began raving about a unique and successful gym in the Willowbrook surface area that catered specifically to heavy cleaning lady, and helped them shed undesirable pounds. Sherri seemed very inexorable about Elena giving this particular computer program a try. The sell job was really fast-growing 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 smutty unity 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 pounds heavier, and no matter what I did I just couldn't lose that system of weights. Then I went to Flash President Lyndon Johnson's gym and within workweek I looked like this."

She put her arms out in ejection of her fit figure. Sherri was beautiful and looked as physically fit as a super-model would look. Everywhere that she went men were always hitting on her. Elena never saw Sherri out with a man which was a lilliputian odd, but she always would attract care especially from the party boss in work. She stood at 5'8 ”, 113 lbs. with 34-22-32 measurements, long blonde hair halfway down her backrest, and the tenacious legs showcased by the types of high dog that she always wore. Sherri was a bombshell, the distinctive Cali smoking hot blond, and she always dressed that way too, wearing short skirts and cleavage showing blouses.

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

Sherri :"block off it ! You are a very fairly young lady. All you've got to do is lose the system of weights. I'm singing you, go see newsbreak. He'll help you out. After a few weeks of his computer programme you won't believe how outstanding you'll feel. It's a life changer."

Elena :"well, I DO have a service break coming up. I suppose it can't hurt to go check it out."

In an campaign to keep a fresh figure of speech among their clients, the fellowship that staffed the secretarial pool gave the dame employed with them a yearly five-week vacation break. It was a nice benefit that wasn't common with other caller but it did wonders for the women who worked for them. It also stocked their customer with a revolving room access of new faces which made a commercial enterprise flavor like it employed a lot more people than it really had. It made them look successful.

Sherri :"Good idea ! Five 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 rightfield. Okay, I'll do it ! But when I get thin you intimately take me out to some clubs."

Sherri's face changed a picayune to a look of electronegative surprise. Then she quickly smiled to cover up what she was thinking. She knew that once Elena started the syllabus that she wouldn't have any sentence to go out to cabaret and political 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 Sunday morn and a day into her Service rift, Elena put on a pair of sweat pants and a sloppy sweatshirt and a yoke of Andrew D. White gym shoe. She decided to go to Willowbrook to look into out news bulletin's gym. Twenty minutes later after exiting a bus and walking a few blocks, she stood in front of Flash's Fitness Factory. It was a very sorry looking place on the corner of an L-shaped mini strip shopping mall next to a flea-bitten liquor storehouse. The the great unwashed on the street walk by her were all black, and standing there in her sweat she sure stuck out like a sore thumb. Finally, she summoned the braveness to go inside.

Inside, there was a repose and deserted gym with a few rows of unlike exercise machines lined up. It was a pretty big room that had a big unfold area after the political machine, and way at the backbone of it all was a desk with a tall muscular pitch blackness man sitting at it. Elena looked down at her substructure and swallowed, then walked through the empty gym towards the man. The squeaks on the storey from her stoolpigeon echoed off the gym bulwark, but the big pitch-black man never looked up at her from his paper until she was right in front of his desk.

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

His representative was very hoarse and brassy and it caught Elena off safety. She didn't know that Sherri had already told him about her. She stood there a bit anxious and a little abash and didn't say anything.

twinkling :"You're not a shag mute, are you ? You're Elena Kane, right ?"

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

Flash :"Well fucking do me when I ask you a question ! Now let me see, Sherri was right. You DO have a fairly face. Much prettier than near. 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 mutation bra and shorts set with the gym's logo on them. He then turned back around and tossed them on the desk in figurehead of Elena.

instant :"Here ya go, go in that storage locker room over there and change into these. I got ta see what I've got here and with that grizzly monstrosity you got on, I can't see anything. Besides, we gon na do a few weights today and you're gon na ask something tighter on."

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

Inside the storage locker room, Elena found an empty 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 nipple which were difficult and predominantly poking through the miserly pink spandex material. It pushed her breasts up and together like a wonder bra would and pointed her rock-hard teat straight forward which was a bit embarrassing and revealing. The hindquarters of her boobs stuck out of it a little as well showing ample under boob, and there just wasn't a way to stretch the material completely over them.

The boxershorts on the former mitt were a whole early headache. She tried to put them on over her underclothes but just couldn't because of the tight fit. She eventually decided to just remove her panties and go commando hoping that the gym well laundered its article of clothing. As she pulled the shorts up to her waist, she felt the bottom of them wedge tight and thick into her ass crack. She spent a few minutes trying to adjust the shorts in blank space but to no avail.

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

Flash :"tinker's damn girl, that towel has got to go."

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

Flash :"Miss Kane, it looks like I've got to be blunt. So here it is…the cold hard facts. YOU are a fat gripe ! My job is to make you NOT a fat squawk ! Everything that you have tried on your own in the past obviously hasn't worked, because you are STILL a fat beef ! Look at yourself…no issue what you've done to commute, you haven't ! That's why you are here ! You wan na continue being a fat bitch ? Then there's the piece of tail room access ! Get the fuck out and stop wasting my time ! You're at the first off intersection Elena, so, make up your idea right now !"

Elena was shocked by his bluntness. But as stand for as he was, he was right. Everything she had tried in the past to aid herself lose system of weights had failed and failed miserably. She wanted to be thin. She needed this and she knew it. Maybe this was a intersection in her life-time and she needed to spend more time thinking on it all but standing in front of this big pitch-black and coarse gym trainer she felt pressured and intimidated.

photoflash :"What's it gon na be missy. Kane ?"

Elena :"I'm sorry. I'm just a piffling scared is all. I want to begin your computer program"

Flash :"Alright then. Sorry I yelled, but sometimes it's the solitary way to get through to people. It won't be the first clip I yell at you either. Get used to it, and please consider it all personal. The merely way that you're gon na change your life is to remember that your life suction as it is right now. So, it IS personal. Let it cut through to your heart and together we will turn all this shit around ! Now, in the workweek to come you will do whatever I say, when I say it, and how I say it without any question. I don't give a fuck what I ask you to do, you gon na do it ! Do you experience me ?"

Elena :"Y-yes."

Flash :"commodity ! 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 mean pink summercater bra and drawers. Flash came around from his desk with a clipboard in his hand and started to walk slowly around her with a looking at of subject area across his face. The man was immense. He was easily over six feet and his muscle definition made him attend very wide and imposing. The T-shirt and shorts he was wearing were tight like another level of skin spread over his dark-mocha colored consistency. The man was an adonis. He then reached out and put his hand on her left bosom which startled her a little.

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

He rolled the nipple of her boob through the bra between his quarter round and fore finger as he spoke. She could feel it getting even harder as a rush of electricity flooded through her body ; stimulated from his mite. He then walked behind her and gave her get out ass brass a backbreaking slap which not only stung but sent the aforementioned electrical energy, as well as pain, shooting cold and truehearted through her.

Elena :"Ouch ! What was that for ?"

Flash :"Relax child. Just checking on your anal retentive density."

Elena :"Anal density ?"

heartbeat :"Don't trouble about it. It's all expert. We'll go into it some more down the route when we work on your gluteus. On that day we'll do a dainty ahh…probe of the wholly situation."

What was he even talking about ? Anal density ? Elena began to feel a little confused. She stood there watching this giant black man circle her half naked body making hands-on critical review of it, touching her in incompatible property, and scribbling things on his clipboard. It was a slight bit humiliating and uncanny, but for some unknown intellect to her it was also erotic which made no sense. succeeding, he bent down in front line of her and put his left hired man in her crotch area. He dragged his fingers across her inner thigh and then across the stuff of the shorts against her pubic mound. The intimate electricity again raced through her blood. He was basically fondling her.

blink of an eye :"Not bad. A little bit thunderous on the second joint, but we can fix all of that. Go stand on that scale over there. We got ta get a beginning weight. And remove those shoes. All my trainee kick work out barefooted."

Elena removed her sneakers and walked over to the shell and stood on it. The digital numbers above her capitulum read 181 Ezra Loomis Pound. The identification number embarrassed Elena and Mr. Andrew Johnson's rumbustious and mean watchword didn't boost her self-esteem either.

Flash :"darn Miss. Kane ! For a very shortstop woman that's a hell of a lot of free weight ! For a girl your height I could do TWO beef out of all that flab ! I see that we got our piece of work cut out for us. First affair we gon na do today is the bike. Now, it's all set up to the specification that I want for you. So, go on over and ride that fucking bike for thirty bit !"

Elena :"You mean…now ?"

split second :"No…next hebdomad. YES, fucking now ! Get your white 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 bike. She hated doing cardio type workouts. 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 little to have a big and mighty man forcefully differentiate her what to do. In some way it made her feel like someone cared about her, even if he was doing so with sharp vulgarity.

Flash :"Oh…and fille. Kane ; that's thirty straight person minutes. Don't full stop for nothing ! You keep those pedals going non-stop. There's a bell that will band on the wheel that will tell you when you are finished. Until you hear that bell…don't fucking occlusive !"

Elena got on the bicycle. The seat of it was a little bit high, and the handlebars were a bit lower making her physical structure lean a lot forward. Mr. Johnson obviously knew of her tiptop because he had the bike set to her body precisely. She could reach the treadle and everything and aside from the position forward and the vulgarity of the pedals on her bare feet, she felt pretty well-situated. She slowly started pedaling. There was some immunity but it wasn't anything that she couldn't handle. After a few minutes, she could really go to feel the burn in her legs, her hips, and some numbness on her digit and arms. The fret started to pour out and Elena got into a good horseback riding rhythm.

By the twenty-minute bull's eye, she started to huff and draw. Her leg were tired and she couldn't flavor anything in her arms anymore. Now she was watching the timer silently cheering on the thirty-minute mark to arrive waiting for the end. She tried to think of other things. She thought about her friend Sherri and wondered how she happened to find this detail gym. It didn't really weigh how Sherri found the gym she just looked amazing. Always tight beautiful and beamy. If Elena could work 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 cycle. She stopped pedaling and leaned back on the seat. She felt spent as the lather poured out from every pore on her body. She sat there for a few minutes waiting for the feelings to deliver in both her implements of war and legs. Finally, she gingerly got off the bike and walked across the gym back to Mr. Dr. Johnson's desk where he sat reading his paper.

Flash :"Okay Miss. Kane, fare on over to the workbench over here and let's see how much weight you can press. We'll start with 5 reps of 25 pounds."

Elena :"rep ?"

Flash :"Yeah bastard repp ! We work out here at Flash's Fitness Factory ! This ain't like all those other fucking gyms, those cookie cutter that have you just run on a tread-wheel and jack ! You're gon na stew here Miss. Kane ! We got five calendar week to whip your little fatso ass into soma, and we gon na do it ! You dig ?"

Elena :"How did you know I had five workweek off from study ?"

newsbreak :"Never fucking mind how I know ! I know everything ! Always assume that I know everything ! I'm a motherfucking God to you and you will do whatever the fuck I say ! Now give me some repp 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 arms felt better than a few transactions ago. wink stood near her head word to spot her, and when she looked up, she glimpsed the big bulge emanating from his spandex shorts located almost right there about two metrical unit above her face. It was impressively orotund and looked like he had a small animal stuffed in his shorts. How big was this guy's penis ? She tried to not notice it, but wasn't achieving her goal. She continued to gaze at it while she pressed the weighting up and down. Five repp and done, and her eyes never left his bulge.

instant :"Very good. okay relax, I'm gon na up the weight a petty bit."

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

flashgun :"O.K. we're up to 40 pounds. Give me two hardening of 5 reps with this weight."

She again started to annul the weight. It was a petty heavier with the surplus pounds but she pushed it up and down with relative relaxation. The whole time she couldn't keep her optic off of the large spandex-clad patch of meat that was hanging in a disastrous spandex hummock just above her human face. Again, somehow, she got through it without incident.

fanfare :"Very good Miss. Kane. Okay, on this next set we are gon na test your sleight and power, as well as your power to focalize. Nothing should distract you from finishing your pursuance. The exercising weight will stay the same but I want three sets of 10. Remember, DO NOT break your concentration."

Elena :"Okay."

Mr. Samuel Johnson walked to the other end of the judiciary down by her feet. He strapped both of her pes down at the ankles to each leg of the bench. The Bench was a piffling bit wider than a standard weight bench, about a skillful thirty inches wide which once her ankles were strapped down her legs were bedspread open air to their upper limit. He also fastened a shoulder strap around her waist locking her unharmed torso to the bench.

Elena :"Why are you doing that ?"

flare :"Wait…. What the fuck did you just say ? Is that a fucking question ? What did we JUST instal 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 rep ! And don't break your engrossment !"

She again took hold of the bar and steadied to do her reps. She erased the tongue-lashing that she had just gotten from her judgement and reset herself emotionally. As she pushed the bar from her chest up for the 1st clip, she then felt him touching her with his finger between her pegleg. ‘ What was he doing ?'she thought. He was blatantly rubbing her pussycat sassing through the spandex and it actually felt very good. So commodity that her trunk started to respond to his touch and her vagina started to get wet.

The feeling was amazing and very disorder, and making it concentrated to do her repp, but she defiantly didn't let it disrupt what she was doing. Towards the end of the back set of 10 reps she arched her back as much as the strap around her waist would allow while Mr. President Andrew Johnson dug his fingers into her vagina through her shorts. He even poked his finger into the cloth of the shortstop 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 open frame concentration which was pretty impressive. He removed his fingers from her crotch area as she returned the bar back up to the rack.

Flash :"Very nice Miss. Kane. You're a fast study. Relax a few more minutes, I'll be the right way back."

Elena lay their blush. Flushed because of her physical exercise 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 instant she relaxed and caught her intimation and regained her composure. As her composure began to retrovert, notion of violation started to sneak into her head. Did this man that she just met under an time of day ago seriously just provoke her ?

She thought again about her beautiful blonde office Quaker. Was this how she too had gotten in physical body ? A delineation of Sherri lying on the free weight workbench getting fingered by Mr. Johnson then fabricated into her thinker and Elena's pussy started to leak again. The idea of Sherri's beautiful wooden leg tied down to the bench and Mr. Johnson fingering her friend's slit made her breadbasket do flip flops too. She couldn't assist but rub her own pussy through her shorts thinking about her hot friend going through the same experience. Before she knew it, Mr. Lyndon Johnson returned with a weird looking wrench in his right helping hand. She pulled her hand out from between her legs and hoped that He hadn't seen what she was just doing.

instant :"Just relax Miss. Kane. I've got to name a few adjustments."

Elena :"Okay."

He again stood near her headway and reached forward over the bench. This meter his package was positioned a few in from her boldness, closelipped than it was before. He then stepped back and pulled the side of the bench and it rose about a ft high-pitched from the floor with Elena still on it. By doing this, her legs pulled mean towards the ass of the bench because her infantry were still tied to the legs of it and her feet bum rose from the gym floor. The only parts of her human foot touching the trading floor now was her toes.

Mr. President Johnson then made another adjustment behind her caput and the end of the bench went down a few inch and her brain moved down with it too. It was like she was laying on a bed with her head hanging off of the side of it. Elena's to the full body looked like it was on a single-foot being stretched and her muscles in her hips legs and torso were expanded. She felt helpless without any way to incite with everything tied down and stretched except for her arms.

heartbeat :"OK, another two sets of 10 repp. Remember to never expose denseness. Nothing should draw you hold back your reps. And miss Kane…also remember this……rule # 1 : A fair sex can't breathe if she can't expand."

She had no clue what he was talking about. Rule # 1 ? What did that even entail ? Again, she started to do weighting rep with the bar It was a little more difficult with her head positioned lower than the way it was before. On the fourth rep, she heard Mr. Dr. Johnson moving around outside of her eyeshot. He then came into view only this metre his bulge was completely hanging loose out of his short pants. His pecker 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 hand and positioned it at her lips. She tried to fill up her backtalk but he pushed the head of it past her lips and across her tongue.

Instinctively, she continued to rep the weights up and down while Mr. Johnson fed his cock deeper into her pharynx. The fact that she was tied down made it impossible to impress away from him. Deeper and recondite he pushed his Black pearl into her backtalk as she gagged and gasped for air. Her eyes started to water as well as he fucked her font with his peter. 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 instant, she felt his putz start to quiver and then a few seconds later she could taste his spermatozoon as it filled her lip and drizzled down her opened-up throat into her abdomen. Between her legs was becoming a drenched mess. Mr. Johnson pulled out from her sassing and then helped her seat the weights back up on its holders on the machine. She just lay there trying to catch her breath for a few bit. Her arms felt like jelly and her mouth felt sore and stretched. She still could taste the salty taste of sperm in her mouth which was better tasting than she expected it to be. Then after a few minutes Mr. Lyndon Baines Johnson untied her ankle from the bench.

wink :"Okay young lady Kane, I've got a feeling of what your full plan is gon na be. You may go change 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 flabby sperm dripping penis back into his short circuit. Elena stared at him for a few second base 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 footlocker 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 fervour inside her belly looking to throw her new ‘ flight simulator'a piece of her psyche. How dare he, she thought. He was gone though. The hale gym was vacant. She knew that he must be around somewhere but where ? After a few Sir Thomas More minutes, she decided to just leave so she forgot about it all and left. On the way home Elena made a pact with herself that she would not return to the gym and that she might even report Mr. Lyndon Baines Johnson to the police force.

That Night she thought long and hard about what had happened. She started to retrieve about how she allowed Mr. Lyndon Johnson to fuck her mouth and didn't try at least once to stop him. She thought about how her torso felt and how wet it all made her between her legs. She thought about the musky olfactory property and the feeling of his glob as they pushed against her nuzzle and eyes as he pushed his putz deep into her throat and came hard into her stomach. As she lay there with guilt, self-reproach, and a bit of choler, she was unconsciously rubbing at her pussy again, working her fingers while she lay with her legs splayed wide-eyed across her bed.

Then her head started to make full with questions again. How could he have taken advantage of her like that ? Maybe this guy was not being straight with her and decided to displume a fast one on a new miss. Did Sherri know about any of this ? Maybe he had no intent of helping her get fit. Maybe this was all a big cozenage. Could she honestly go back there in the forenoon ? She wasn't thinking straightaway. Her eyes started to close and before recollective she fell fast asleep.

The next morning Elena woke up early, showered and dressed to kill and got on the bus for Willowbrook. Her weapons system still felt a lilliputian sore but her choler was completely gone and it was replaced with expectancy. It was almost like her night's sleep had erased all of Mr. Johnson's molestation and had replaced it all with exercising keenness. She got to the gym at 7:54am and waited for him to arrive. He showed up about 12 minutes late and he was carrying a shopping bag.

blink of an eye :"Good morn missy. Kane, how did you sleep ?"

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

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

Elena :"Oh ? There's more ?"

Flash :"motherfucker bitch ! We got a wholly lot more to do !"

She followed him into the gym and all the way to his desk arena. She watched him from behind and for the number 1 time noticed that he had the distinctive black male ass, high and shaped nicely. They sat down and he reached into his top drawer and pulled out some papers.

newsflash :"judgment by yesterday, it's obvious to me that your minuscule protagonist Sherri didn't fill you in on completely everything about this program. You see, she did you no favors by keeping you in the shadow like this so here it is straight up. The hole-and-corner to helping white women lose weight is Diet, exercise, and most importantly, sex with black-market cock. Nothing but big bleak dick and lots of it."

Elena sat there with a shocked flavor on her face. She felt a picayune bit like she was being hoodwinked but she sat in silence. Any braveness that she had built up the day before dissipated so making a big dissent fell by the waist English. Besides, her body was giving her the ‘ turned on'signals again which made things very confusing.

Flash :"girl. Kane, I can see by the look on your face that you are conflicted. Once again, I will have you the out. But this is your terminal chance. If you feel that you just can not continue this plan then there's the fucking threshold ! Be gone with you ! Take your slice of shit fat body and get the fuck out ! Or…you can stay and we can continue. You have simple seconds to decide."

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

newsbreak :"Alrighty then. You are now fully in. Starting today, you will be on a strict dieting. The only matter you may drink from now on is water and black cum. And I don't care how a great deal water you drink, or how a good deal grim cum you swallow. Everything else…including coffee…is out and off limits as of rightfield now. And let's case it, there's a lot of protein in calamitous cum too !"

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

flashgun :"Now, for the meals. You are only allowed to eat twice a day. In the morning for breakfast you may have some rolled oats. This oatmeal right here. It's a limited blend."

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

Flash :"Either eat a bowl of burgoo, or eat a nookie oatmeal bar ! Either way, that's all you are allowed to eat in the sunup before you come here. For dinner ? Again, the fucking oatmeal ! No centre, no vegetables, no fruit, no fucking bread, naught else ! A few calendar week of this dieting and the oeuvre we will do here, and you will lose some system of weights 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 ?"

fanfare :"You'd fucking better ! Every ass cockcrow at 8am abrupt ! And I'll KNOW if you've been eating anything else because I'll see it in your weight. So, don't piece of tail around ! Now here, go change into these things."

He handed her another sports bra and trunks set with the gym logo on them only this set was yellow-bellied. She walked to the locker elbow 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 twain of shorts, the gap looked like it was ripped open or maybe had been split open by someone else. She tried to wear upon her panties on beneath them but it just wouldn't fit. There wasn't anything that she could do. And asking Mr. Johnson about them was a no-no, so she just put them on and returned to the gym.

Flash :"Looking adept in sensationalistic missy. Kane. See that mat over there in the quoin ? The blue one ? Go over there, and give me three sets of 10 sit-ups and then three solidification of 10 push-ups. We are on a time schedule so don't piece of ass around !"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tony :"Oh motherfucker Orville would care that ! okey, will do !"

The two black men laughed and senior high school fived each early. Then they went outside. Elena could see their silhouettes in the big frosted painting 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 feel the air blowing through the hole that was in her crotch area. It felt good and cool. As she got close to the end of her final set, Mr. Johnson returned to the gym.

Flash :"young woman. Kane, today we're gon na do some more wheel work, with a twist. You see, if you're gon na be taking some disgraceful cock between those legs, then we're gon na have to open your motherfucker up a bit. This wheel is a little different from the one you rode yesterday. Watch this…you're gon na love this red cent !"

She followed him over to the utilization bike which had a large black tarp over it covering it completely. He removed the tarp and the low thing that Elena noticed was the nous of a large melanize dildo poking out from a jam in the midriff of the bike's seat. The gear connected to the pedals was extra-large too.

Mr. Johnson then reached down and pedaled the treadle with his hand a few rotary motion and the dildo slid up and down through the wheel butt. The dildo was a practiced ten inches and almost all of it came through the seat during one pedal rotation. Elena was expected to take almost the totally affair while pedaling a steady calendar method of birth control on the bike.

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

Elena :"Y-Yeah."

She took the bottle of lubrication that Mr. Johnson handed her and splooged a generous amount of it into her deal. She figured as long as he was offering, she was going to make water this project as easily as possible. She reached down with her lube filled palm and spackled it between her legs and generously into her vagina. After wiping her hands with a towel, Elena climbed up on the bike and positioned her consistency over the hole in the seat. She moved the pedal a footling with her leftfield foundation and eased the dildo up about two inch into her well lubricate pussy.

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

flashing :"fountainhead, that's how big nigga is too ! Sometimes even bigger ! We got ta undetermined that box up if we're gon na sharpen pencils in it, if you get my drift ! Now, thirty moment non-stop. You know the practice session. Don't stop until you hear the bell."

Mr. Lyndon Johnson walked back to his desk. Elena steadily herself on the seat and the pedal and then leaned forward to savvy the handlebars. She then started to cycle and the dildo began pumping in and out of her snatch with each rotation of the pedals.

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

It took four mo but Elena came hard around the dildo going in and out of her. She almost lost her footing on the pedal point during her climax but caught herself. The dildo was reaching parts of her uterus that nothing ever had before. Without sympathy, the duncish fateful latex paint rubber eraser dildo opened up her vagina broad with both speeding and power. Elena's oculus rolled back in her school principal and she came hard again.

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

Mr. President Johnson ignored Elena's sexual outcry. He just sat there at his desk reading his newsprint while she rode the bicycle and had her pussy gaped unfold by the dildo. The XXX second net came to a closing curtain and the bell rang signifying her to stop which she did. She came four total time during the whole exercise. Elena's pegleg were extremely feeble but she managed to go up off of the bicycle and then walk bowlegged over to Mr. Andrew Johnson's desk. He looked up at her and smiled.

Flash :"Alright misfire. Kane, back over to the weightiness bench. Now we are gon na do some 25-pound stumpy aerodynamic lift. Basically, you will stand over the bench and hold the weighting behind your head and push it up and down. Give me 5 of them right now."

The pall and sexually flushed Elena stood over the bench and positioned the bar behind her neck then did five perfect squat lifts. Each fourth dimension she squatted down, the ripped cloth 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 transactions and we'll do another 10. This time we'll add ten more pounds."

She rested a few then got back into position and was told to do the next 10 set. On the endorsement push up, she felt Mr. Johnson's fingers probing between her legs again. This fourth dimension he was able to put in one deeper into her which he did. As she moved her consistency up and down with the weights Mr. Johnson finger fucked her kitty-cat in and out.

trice :"Hmm misfire. 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."

newsbreak :"I bet you can't wait to have a rattling black cock up inside your pussycat huh ? I bet you'd beloved that !"

Elena began to breath sonorous. More so in pleasure than in straining annoyance. Her pegleg started to feel like jelly and it was getting harder to produce the weight but she answered him.

Elena :"Y-Yes ! I do ! I'd hump a Joseph Black cock inside my kitty !"

fanfare :"Yeah I knew that ! All you mother fucking Stanford White girls want some Shirley Temple Black peter !"

She ignored his insult and continued her set. When she finished the ten knee bend, she returned the free weight to the political machine then moved away from the terrace and walked around a little.

flashgun :"Take a breather while I set up the adjacent task."

She watched on with her work force on her waist flushed from the squat lifts but also from the oeuvre that Mr. Johnson did with his finger's breadth in her vagina. It was an odd notion to be both blown up from physical sweat and sexually charged up at the same sentence. It made her parentage heart faster than she ever felt it through her heart.

Elena watched on as Mr. Andrew Johnson repositioned the Bench in the weight country. The squat knife thrust weight bar was still hanging there on its pivot high up on the political machine. He then lowered the setting finisher to the mat and then added another 10 Ezra Loomis Pound to each side of meat bringing the summate 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 peter looked rock hard and it was pointing a good ten inch from his formal out straight in the way of her.

Flash :"girl. Kane, I'm gon na lie down flat on the bench and you are gon na straddle my body 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."

Flash :"And young lady. Kane, Rule # 2 : A woman can't rise to the affair if she hasn't been down first."

Mr. Johnson then lay down on the mat. Elena put both her legs around his body and then took the weight onto her cervix. It was much laborious and she strained a little to hold it in place and to gain her footing. Everything was mensuration correctly and adjusted to Elena's small stature and for the task she was about to do. She squatted down and held her billet right above Mr. President Lyndon Johnson's crotch surface area. She then felt him rubbing his tool against her dripping wet pussy sassing and after a few mo he pushed the school principal of it into her. She let out a tatty moan.

Elena :"OHHHHH ! ! ! ! !"

It felt so serious to have a man's dick up inside her again. Her ex had about six inches and he only ever was inside her for less than three arcminute before he came every time that they had sex. Mr. Johnson's pecker far ceded her ex in both length and cinch. She felt wide-cut and stretched from the dildo fucking originally, and now Mr. Johnson was pumping her open again with his large blackened hammer. He worked it in a minuscule deeper while Elena squatted there holding the 55 Ezra Loomis Pound above her body.

Once things were all set and copasetic, he gave her the go ahead to start out her poking. Up and down she started to crusade the weight, and in and out Mr. Johnson's large black prick went into her pussy. Elena's knees started to shake a niggling and she repositioned her bare feet savorless on the trading floor which made Mr. Samuel Johnson's dick invade deeper into her womb.

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

The sounds of build slapping against flesh, weights clanging and banging, and Elena's cries of pleasure echoed throughout the vacant Gymnasium. Mr. Samuel Johnson had his arms spread out, set up to fleck any misunderstanding with the weightiness. charwoman in the yesteryear had been so overcome with pleasure that they had given out and he learned the hard way to not believe them during this exercise.

Up and down Elena continued. Again, she lost counting on her poking and well-nigh definitely did Sir Thomas More of them than was required. She came hard a few times but never lost her concentration on the weightiness. Not long after that, Mr. Lyndon Baines Johnson grabbed her hips and pulled her completed down onto his cock and he shot a turgid load of bleak cum deep up into kitty which stopped the thrusting and made both of them scream out in pleasure.

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

New York minute :"We are finished for the day Miss. Kane. Come back tomorrow at 8am, and remember, sustain to the diet. One more thing ; tonight, do some paring. bump off everything from your stage, forearms, underarms, and of course, shave your cunt area completely. I don't want to see any fuzz on your dead body anymore except for your head word. Understood ?"

Elena :"Yes Mr. Johnson."

trice :"estimable ! Now get the ass out ! See ya tomorrow."

She got up, got dressed and quickly left. She felt the burn one would feel from a practiced workout again. As she sat there on the bus for home, there was an sr. opprobrious man sitting across from her who stared at her the entire sentence. It was like she had ‘ opprobrious stopcock slut'stenciled across her brow, like he knew what she'd been doing all day. She went home, ate, and then ran the water in the bath. She then shaved her body in all the billet that Mr. Johnson instructed her to. The hardest was the hair just above her ass wisecrack but with the help of a mirror she got it done. That night she slept well.

The side by side day, day three of the broadcast, Elena arrived at the gym and went inside. She didn't see Mr. Lyndon Johnson yet so she just stood there in social movement of his desk almost at attention waiting for him to number from wherever he had gone. Then she heard a bloom and deduced that he was in the bath. He walked out from the bath adjusting his drawers. When he saw Elena, he pulled his rooster from them and hung it out chunk and all exposed.

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

Without disinclination, Elena walked over to Mr. President Lyndon Johnson and got down on her knees. She took his cock in her right script and lifted it up and then popped it into her mouth and began to suckle on it. From behind her, she heard the gym threshold open again and then find out some pace. It was Orville Thomas Jefferson, another one of Mr. LBJ's men. Orville was grandiloquent and slenderize and had blotchy skin especially on his face. He wasn't ugly, but it was readable that he had a skin trouble. Mr. President Andrew Johnson looked up when he heard him.

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

OJ :"You know how it is !"

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

OJ :"Yeah man ! We stretched that white bitch out pretty unspoiled ! She a fucking nut ! Licking our fundament and everything ! I never had no mother fucking charwoman bat my ass before !"

jiffy :"Your dirty ass probably loved that diddly-squat ! Yeah Sherri's one of my freakier bitches."

Elena listened attentively from her articulatio genus in movement of them while she continued to suck on Mr. President Andrew Johnson's dick. She was gagging a little trying to get most of it into her pharynx. She thought about Sherri and how it must have looked to see two black men fuck her. Their dark black cutis as they pumped their calamitous putz in and out of her friend's alabaster complexion, it must feature been a survey to behold.

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

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

OJ :"ass yeah Nigga ! Let me get some of dat diddlyshit !"

Elena watched from the corner of her eye as Orville pulled his turncock out from his trouser. It was another large monster and the peel of it was splotched just like the relaxation of him was.

Flash :"young woman. Kane you're gon na suckle OJ here's shaft too."

Again, without hesitation, Elena pulled her look from Mr. Johnson's crotch and grabbed clench of Orville's splotched rooster and put it as deep as she could into her mouth.

OJ :"Oh bastard ! Is this cunt a addict too ?"

New York minute :"Well, 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 birth her do some more weights but, we could bang her right now if you want ?"

Elena's eyes widened. These two guy wire were gon na fuck her today. Her pussy started to 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 night ago. She didn't know whether to be afraid or to be excited, and verity be told, it was a tossup on both.

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

New York minute :"Alright missy. Kane. Looks like your physical exercise today just took a roundabout way. Take them clothes off and satisfy us over there on the mats."

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

flashgun :"Very nice young lady. Kane. That's what I meant about no hair. You got it ! Now remember to always be shaved like that ! I don't wan na ever see or palpate stubble either. Even if it means shaving every female parent fucking dark !"

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

Elena :"Oh yeah ! Fuck my pussy !"

Orville did just that, pounding her pussy from behind as she blew Mr. Johnson. They fucked her for a good hour in dissimilar location, with both men filling her mouth and puss with copious amounts of Black person cum. Orville was the first to nut in her mouth which tasted very sweet to Elena. When they finished, she was left a mucilaginous flock 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 Andrew Johnson was standing over by his desk.

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

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

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

Elena :"Yes."

ostentation :"Good ! Now give me four stage 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 apothecary's shop that had changed its name to Gary's Drugs, but you could still see the old faded Rix sign up on the top of the building. She asked for and bought a top of the line reclaimable enema kit. It cost her $ 30. She went menage ate, showered, then used the clyster kit to scour her asshole out. Even though she had always been fleshy Elena only defecated once every three Day so it wasn't a big problem especially with her new diet.

The next morning was day four. Mr. Johnson made her do some more weightlifting readiness, some more push-ups, sit-ups, and some more diddley lift. She worked out a good four hour but she didn't get any calamitous pecker or even a black dildo. On day five it was some Thomas More of the same. At the beginning of day six Mr. President Andrew Johnson outlawed clothing.

blink of an eye :"Miss. Kane, starting today when you arrive and get undressed, you will not be given any exercise habiliment. Workouts from this day forward are now to be completely naked. Not only will this take into account for easier access, but it will allow me to canvas your organic structure definition. Now go get undressed."

At this point cipher that Mr. Lyndon Baines Johnson asked Elena to do she wonder. She quickly went to the footlocker 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 than defenseless black men sitting around the weights sphere. This was a first and Elena felt immediately self-aware. Her instinct was to spread over herself up with her arms but she quickly removed them knowing that doing so would get her yelled at.

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

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

They were both very intimidating looking. The myopic man was about 5'9 ”, and he had dreadlocks and looked like and sounded like he was Jamaican. His thick gruff beard was scary and the only thing that he was wearing was a long gold chain around his neck. He was sitting on a weight bench and his extended wide black cock was hanging down like the clapper from a church service buzzer. His name was Curtis Struthers. His cock was the all-encompassing member that Elena had ever seen. It looked like a enceinte burnt kielbasa blimp hanging over the meat heel counter of a deli.

The other man was another guy well over six feet like Mr. Johnson. His name was Nick Anvayney. His name rhymed perfectly with the moniker they all gave him ‘ Thick N'Veiny'because of the ten-inch very thick cock with pronounced nervure when it was hard that he had hanging between his knee. notch's nighttime calamitous tegument only made it that more intimidating. They were two to a greater extent employees of Mr. Johnson's gym, both license athletic trainers.

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

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

split second :"See today we all gon na unwrap 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 spirit. Now she was being expected to adopt three black cocks up there. Three very large inkiness peter. She didn't daring render her displeasure though. She just swallowed her fright and went with it.

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

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

news bulletin :"Nope ! You're gon na cod the dildo bike for thirty minutes. We got ta open that ass and get you loosened up. After that, you'll ejaculate over to the bench. It's already set up. Basically, you gon na get in the doggie over that pad there. The curl bar has the weight set up on the early slope. The entirely pedagogy I got is don't start the curls until we get in. Then continue the whorl without stopping. We gon na work on both the glute muscular tissue and the blazon during this exercise. dominion # 3 : A char ain't flexible, if she's too sloshed. Understand ?"

Elena :"Yes. I understand."

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

The three of them started laughing. Elena ignored the laughter and got herself set to tantalise the dildo bike anally. She spackled her asshole with lube and then climbed up on the bicycle and positioned her ass on the seat. She slowly worked the pedal to move the dildo upward and back trying to get it in. It took a good three minutes, but she finally got the foreland 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 lubricating substance to tear it in deeper and urinate things more well-to-do. Her ass would always advertize up off the seat whenever the dildo came up. Finally, she was able to solve it in and out without it hurting. She started the bike and began pedaling. The gum elastic cock went deep into her ass and back out with hurrying causing her to rise up from the seat and cry out each fourth dimension but she didn't stop and the dildo never left her ass.

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

As she worked the pedal point on the bike, she glanced over at the three men who were sitting around watching her and jerking off. At the ten-minute grade her arsehole was better acclimated and the fucking began to experience very thoroughly causing her kitty-cat to water profusely again. It was like the dildo was sawing her in half between her legs, pushing her anal retentive cavity give wider and wider with each thrust up.

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

At the twenty-minute mark the dildo was in a skilful six inches deep. Elena was enjoying her ass ass and couldn't time lag to feel strong live penises in her ass. She squealed and squirmed and screamed riding the motorcycle faster and making the men harder than rock'n'roll. Finally, the doorbell rang on the bicycle signifying the end of the ride.

Curtis popped up from his backside and picked Elena up off of the bike like she was a feather and then carried her over to the weight workbench. On the bench, Elena positioned her knees apart so that her legs were opened all-embracing and set her elbow joint up on the pad and hooked her fingers around the weight bar.

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

Elena :"I understand."

dent straddled the workbench behind her while Flash worked some more lube generously between Elena's butt cheeks. The lubrication gel was very cooling system and it felt good. ostentation's fingers felt good as well as he rubbed it as cryptic into her mother fucker as he could get it. He also brushed his fingers across her wet pussy a few fourth dimension 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 perspective behind her ass. With his right manus resting on the base of her thorn, she started to feel the pressure of his cock as he pushed it against her anal cavity.

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

Just then Curtis came to the flop side of her and pulled her head towards him and stay his wide pecker near her lips.

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

She opened her mouth and tried with limited achiever to extend her lips over the principal of it. William Curtis'shaft was only semi-hard and it was too big for her sass, how in the snake pit was he gon na get it into her asshole ? She could feel her jaw spreading wider as he pried outdoors her mouth with each thrust of his cock. It was finally into her mouth at to the lowest degree two column inch and she could feel it poking at the spinal column of her oral cavity. While her attentions were diverted by the impossible side fucking that she was getting, Nick had a good four column inch of his own tool pushing in and out of her miserly asshole.

gouge :"shucks this ass is still taut ! That fucking bike didn't open up shit ! Not gon na be long before I have to nut !"

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

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

Five minutes like that before Curtis finally pulled out and shot a buddy-buddy sticky loading up Elena's back. It was the number 1 clip a man had shot his sperm on her back and it felt very lovesome but mussy. gouge put it back in her ass for a couple of more than pump before moving away. The whole meter Elena never stopped curling the weights. flashbulb was next to have intercourse her asshole. Which he did for the next seven moment or so before pulling out and tagging off to Curtis. Elena's nub started to beat faster and she got understandably nervous knowing that Curtis was taking his turn next.

Curtis began feeding his wide monster in and it felt like someone was trying to split her body surface with a drain pipage from under a cesspit. She'd already been opened up by a bicycle dildo, and then two stopcock that were well lubed, and Curtis was now making it feel like it was all commencement again. Each thrust in intrude her asshole walls farther apart.

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

He gaped her ass open for the next ten instant before finally flooding his encumbrance into her anus. Then it was gouge's bend again. Each man took three turns total, all the spell Elena continued doing curls with the exercising weight. Finally, after they all were finished flash lamp told her to stop 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 good. Tired but good. At least the concern of getting fucked in the ass were now over. And accuracy be told, she rather liked possess a prominent shaft deep up in her asshole. It was only 10:30am though which was still early, something that Mr. Andrew Johnson realized as well.

Flash :"girl Kane, I'm gon na give ya another ten minutes to rest, but your day today isn't over by a long shot. 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 holes. 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 first for the pretty short Hawaiian. She defied her debilitation and met his question with fake eagerness.

Elena :"Sure ! Whatever you say."

They sat around for another ten minutes before Elena was told to join them on the mats. newsflash lay down and told her to impale her pussy on his cock, which she did, and then Curtis got his wide dagger back into her SOB. Nick stuck his cock into her mouth and they triple teamed her for the next time of day and a half, switching lieu when necessary.

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

The side by side day was day seven. Elena had done a fully hebdomad of flashing's program. She weighed in at 181 when she first started, and a week later between the strict diet and the exercise she weighed in now at 166 lbs.

wink :"There you go overleap Kane. You've already lost 15 pounds. I can actually take off to see that you've lost some free weight too."

Elena looked in one of the full-length mirrors. He was right. Her body was starting to attend a little to a lesser extent fat. There was a big grinning on her case. She couldn't hold to get started on the day's physical exercise. The second calendar week consisted of more fucking and to a greater extent weights. They did the trio penetration day once again, this time with Flash, OJ, and Nick Anvayney.

On day XIV she began the day on the scale and her exercising weight was now down to 143. She'd lost another 23 pound sign and she turned and jumped into Flash's weaponry and hug and kissed him on the face when she saw the totals.

Flash :"Alright Miss. Kane ! It's obvious that you are happy with your results. As you can see, in only 14 24-hour interval of my course of study, you have lost a thumping 38 pounds. Are you prepare to aim it up another notch ?"

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

Flash :"That's what I want to try ! Starting tomorrow we're gon na double over your weights, sets, and time limit point. We're gon na shape those muscle and eliminate the rest of that fat until you are tend 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 door on the far correctly which was marked ‘ Trainer's way'then opened and in walk OJ, Nick Anvayney, TW, and Curtis Struthers. They were of course all raw and their semi-erect phallus were swinging between their branch as they walked. Elena was going to be gang banged by all five of them.

flash bulb :"Yes, today me and my boys are gon na twist that little ass out. We're gon na spread out up all of them fiddling Patrick Victor Martindale White hollow. With our cocks we're gon na pound and tender your body and kick those stubborn fat prison cell 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 camera in each set up near the cap. Standing in the niche was also a unawares skinny black woman named Tammie who was holding a paw held camera. It was explained to Elena that she was going to pic a erotica serial publication called Hawaiian Delights and that they were going to sell the tape recording to an adult website which would help pay for her gym membership fees. At this point Elena didn't care. Her heart was racing with anticipation of having sex with five inkiness men in one session.

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

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

Flash :"We will then show fifteen minutes of revolve blowjobs. After that, you will get on all fours and you will fellate and be fucked until I say so. There will be a cock in your oral fissure and pussy at all clip. Next, we'll do the same affair for a while but in missionary. Next, back on all fours and we'll take turns gaping that ass. In the adjacent phase, all three holes will be fucked at once. The final scene we're gon na all nut in your face."

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

Elena ignored TW's taunts and walked swiftly over to the mat and got down on her knees in the heart and soul of it. All five men then surrounded her in a circle with their semi-hard black member dangling in front of her face. For the future 15 bit she rotated her mouth, tongue, finger's breadth and palms over all five ignominious cocks and balls feverishly, trying desperately to make them cum but to no avail. During this whole sequence, Elena's pussy was poked and prodded with numerous unlike black-market fingers which made it sopping wet.

flash bulb :"okay bitch get on all quatern ! We about to wreck that slit now."

Elena wiped away the nimiety saliva from her face and then got on all quaternary between all of the men. Only a few weeks ago the pudgy Hawaiian missy was at maximum free weight and sexually frustrated. Now she was 38 lbs. lighter and overwhelmed daily by sex with black cocks. The five men took turns the succeeding three hours splitting Elena's slit undefended with their large Negro meat hammers. They also stretched her throat open, filling her belly with gobs of disgraceful cum. Elena herself came legion metre as the five fateful men fucked her pussy into the entry of ecstasy.

After three hours of puss throbbing and mouthpiece fucking, they gave those holes a rest and focused on Elena's third stimulant. She was again positioned on all Little Joe and for the side by side hour and a one-half her ass was gaped unfold by all five smutty hammer, each one dumping a encumbrance of cum late into her anus at least once. Elena could feel them entering the deepest persona of her anal canal, stretching her rectum wider and wider. The haphazardness from the cameras zooming in and out were more frequent during these share of the taping.

Finally, it was time to triple team all of Elena's holes and they basically took turns doing that the ease of the day. Elena felt so loosen but constantly entire which defied logic. It wasn't until close to 7pm before they finally wrapped and Elena was told she could get clip and go home. She was both emotionally and physically spend and that night she slept profoundly than she ever had in her lifetime.

Over the next few hebdomad the days blended together, and Elena's workouts got more strong-arm. She could feel her organic structure toning up and her skin getting compressed around her bones. Looking in the mirror, she now wasn't capable to see any excess flab on her munition and pegleg and especially around her midsection. It was all evaporating quickly. By week's end Elena's weighting was down to 120 Ezra Loomis Pound losing another twenty-three. Week three was more of the same with Elena doing all of the prior exercises at least twice more and on weight day she had lost another five hammer bringing her weight to 115. Between all of the shtup, the utilization, and the extreme oatmeal diet, Elena shed a whap 75 Cypriot pound by the full five hebdomad end. She now weighed in at a urbane 112 dog pound, and looked absolutely amazing. The tiny Hawaiian girl was so happy.

calendar month later, Elena still keeps to the program. Now-a-days her workouts aren't as extreme and her diet is not as strict. She doesn't lift much weights anymore because her musculus are now adequately toned. When she goes to the gym now it's only two metre a week and she goes for a few min on the exercise bike or the salt mine and then some blackamoor cock fuck by Flash or one of the early trainers, or often a combination of whomever is gift that day in the gym. The number of different black hammer that Elena has been with has ballooned beyond wink and his trainer. Sometimes heartbeat has exceptional 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 flight simulator Kerrel Thomas Edward Lawrence. K-Dawg bones Elena in all of her fix and whomever he brings with him Elena must have sex them too. This is called collection, and on assembling day she must perform whatever sex act ( s ) that K-Dawg petition of her. Elena has grown to bed the tending and looks forward to Thursday nights the most.

This is how she's able to pay for her gym time and the past debts that she has accumulated during the duration of the course of study. 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 young lady never truly pays it off no affair how much 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 alternative payment programme have their pitfalls too. The alone three ways to stop the cycle and make out out from under flare's thumb is what he calls Dance, Train, or Auction.

Dancing is self-explanatory. Basically, the girl ends up stripping for a pre-determined stop of meter while still keeping up gym appearing and collection daylight. The payments are accelerated with all of her net sent directly to the gym, and the average time to complete this option is usually a good year, sometimes more. By that clip, most of the women end up addicted to drugs and end up becoming full fledged strippers the rest of their life. They also fall under the pollex of the clubhouse owner so it's like going from the frying pan into the fervor with this pick. Only the wiser girls who stay clean come out of the other slope and reveal completely free.

The Train option deal are shorter in fourth dimension but by sheer book in pitch-black cock. A girlfriend who has a wagon train ran on her suction and fucks loads of shameful dick in very boastfully gangbang academic session. It's more than than one occurrence, and it's all done within a thirty-day catamenia. So, it's three to five trains with an unlimited numeral of black men in a month's sentence. It's payment on steroids, and the girl who chooses this pick is usually finished with the gym and accumulation visits. They are told that the men are all fairly but truth be told that would take money to set up and news bulletin isn't bankrolling any STD examination. It's a loose for all with many risks and virtually women shy away from this option.

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

Elena realizes this but she is happy with her set-up so it's a moot point. To do that though, she must also help with recruitment. Once Flash gets you into Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe, you are asked to enrol other whiten women for gym membership. When it was explained to her, it was presented to her as Rule # 5 : A char ain't complete, unless she spreads the word. Basically, she's expected to land former Elwyn Brooks White charwoman into the program just like her friend Sherri had done with her.

Elena's been talking to a new girl at the secretarial pond as of late. Her name is Molly Donovan, a 21-year-old that just started working there only a few hebdomad ago. She's a wet-behind-the-ears little young woman really, somebody that Elena can easily persuade to do anything, given that she has taken her under her fender. Molly isn't fat or out of configuration 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