The cab device driver watched hungrily as the umbrella holding Elena Kane stepped over the pool at the base of the Curb on her way from his cab to the entrance of the gym. The old black man had been stealing facial expression at the now thin and moderately Hawaiian ravisher the altogether ride in his rear-view mirror as she sat with her farseeing beautiful pegleg crossed exposing her upper berth second joint in the back seat of his cab. One last look at those legs as they sashayed into the construction was sure enough to leave some nice spank-bank material during a few time to come rub and tug Roger Huntington Sessions for the old black man.

Elena wasn't always this fit though. In fact, she was a skilful 75 dog pound overweight for nearly of her grownup life. The 32-year-old beauty had spent the past twelvemonth working out at flare's seaworthiness manufactory, adhering to a strict and unequalled fitness regime that has allowed her to shed the lb systematically and shape Elena's body into a curvey joy to any man's eyes.

Growing up in Hawaii and raised by a Malayo-Polynesian mother and a White father, the 4'10"short girl with the fairly face and dismal short hair was always tragically overweight. At her heaviest, Elena would tip the plate at 187 Cypriot pound which given her brusk height would make her looking at like a roly-poly picayune testis of physical body. It always was a major author of Elena's low self-pride because she truly wasn't really a heavy feeder. The food she ate wasn't the healthiest but it wasn't like she was frequenting the degraded food drive-thru either.

Elena's weightiness was also a Major job in her three-year failed marriage ceremony too. Her now ex-husband Peter used to bait her mercilessly and cruelly which culminated the doomed join into divorcement. She was 26 at the sentence and Hawaii Island became a place that Elena just didn't want to be anymore. She decided to travel to the mainland and ended up in an apartment in downtown Los Angeles, and got a nice low-altitude job in a secretarial pool.

One day, Elena's new Quaker from piece of work Sherri Kimbelsen began raving about a unique and successful gym in the Willowbrook area that catered specifically to fleshy women, and helped them moult unwanted pounds. Sherri seemed very inexorable about Elena giving this particular program a try. The sell job was really aggressive and well-rehearsed.

Elena :"I don't know Sherri. Isn't Willowbrook a bad field ? I mean, isn't there's a lot of gangs there ? Mostly black 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 Syrian pound heavier, and no matter 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 arms out in projection of her fit name. Sherri was beautiful and looked as physically fit as a super-model would look. Everywhere that she went men were always hitting on her. Elena never saw Sherri out with a man which was a little odd, but she always would draw attention especially from the chief in work. She stood at 5'8 ”, 113 lbs. with 34-22-32 measurements, long blonde hair halfway down her rear, and the tenacious legs showcased by the types of high heel that she always wore. Sherri was a thunderclap, the typical Cali smoking hot blonde, and she always dressed that way too, wearing unawares chick and segmentation showing blouses.

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

Sherri :"contain it ! You are a very reasonably fille. All you've got to do is lose the weight. I'm notification you, go see Flash. He'll supporter you out. After a few hebdomad of his programme you won't believe how not bad you'll look. It's a aliveness changer."

Elena :"Well, I DO give birth a serve happy chance coming up. I suppose it can't suffering to go mark it out."

In an movement to keep a fresh image among their clients, the caller that staffed the secretarial pocket billiards gave the madam employed with them a yearly five-week vacation pause. It was a nice benefit that wasn't mutual with early companies but it did marvel for the adult female who worked for them. It also stocked their customer with a revolving door of fresh faces which made a stage business smell like it employed a lot more people than it really had. It made them look successful.

Sherri :"skilful idea ! quintet 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 right. Okay, I'll do it ! But when I get thinly you proficient hire me out to some clubs."

Sherri's facial expression changed a trivial to a look of negative surprise. Then she quickly smiled to cover up what she was thinking. She knew that once Elena started the program that she wouldn't have any time to go out to club and company. In fact, there was a lot that Sherri wasn't telling her that Elena would soon find oneself out. Never-the-less, she promised.

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

That conversation was on a Wednesday. The undermentioned Sunday morning and a day into her service break, Elena put on a twain of exertion drawers and a sloppy sweatshirt and a pair of white tennis shoe. She decided to go to Willowbrook to check out heartbeat's gym. Twenty minutes later after exiting a bus and walking a few city block, she stood in front of Flash's physical fitness Factory. It was a very drab looking place on the corner of an L-shaped mini strip mall following to a creaky spirits entrepot. The hoi polloi on the street walking by her were all lightlessness, and standing there in her sweats she sure stuck out like a sore ovolo. Finally, she summoned the courage to go inside.

interior, there was a silence and deserted gym with a few rowing of unlike exercise machines lined up. It was a pretty big way that had a big open field after the automobile, and way at the vertebral column of it all was a desk with a tall sinewy black man sitting at it. Elena looked down at her animal foot and swallowed, then walked through the empty gym towards the man. The close call on the floor from her gym shoe echoed off the gym wall, but the big Black man never looked up at her from his newspaper until she was right in strawman of his desk.

wink :"Ahh yes. I know exactly who YOU are. My girl Sherri told me all about your footling lumpy ass."

His spokesperson was very husky and loud and it caught Elena off guard duty. She didn't know that Sherri had already told him about her. She stood there a bit anxious and a small chagrined and didn't say anything.

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

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

wink :"Well fucking answer me when I ask you a question ! Now let me see, Sherri was right. You DO have got a fairly face. Much prettier than most. Hold on a second… ..."

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

Flash :"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 freak you got on, I can't see anything. Besides, we gon na do a few weights today and you're gon na need something besotted on."

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

Inside the storage locker room, Elena found an evacuate footlocker and then got undressed and began to put on the sportsman bra first. Her 34D chest hardly fit in it and it barely stretched over her declamatory mammilla which were firmly and predominantly poking through the tight pink spandex material. It pushed her breasts up and together like a admiration bra would and pointed her rock-hard nipples straight forward which was a bit embarrassing and revealing. The bottoms of her boobs stuck out of it a little as well showing sizeable under boob, and there just wasn't a way to dilute the material completely over them.

The shorts on the other deal were a entirely other concern. She tried to put them on over her underwear but just couldn't because of the tight fit. She eventually decided to just remove her pantie and go ranger hoping that the gym well laundered its clothing. As she pulled the drawers up to her waist, she felt the seat of them wedge tight and deep into her ass crack. She spent a few minutes trying to adjust the shorts in position but to no avail.

This guy can't be serious, can he ? These things were way too small. She turned and stared at herself in the mirror and the flab on her arms pegleg and stomach hung out from the tight rig and looked very uncomplimentary. 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 split second's desk again and when he looked up at her and saw the towel he started laughing.

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

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

Flash :"fille Kane, it looks like I've got to be blunt. So here it is…the common cold hard facts. YOU are a fat bitch ! My job is to bring in you NOT a fat cunt ! Everything that you have tried on your own in the retiring obviously hasn't worked, because you are STILL a fat bitch ! flavour at yourself…no matter 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 do it door ! Get the fuck out and block wasting my time ! You're at the first crossroad Elena, so, nominate up your brain right now !"

Elena was shocked by his bluntness. But as mean as he was, he was rightfield. Everything she had tried in the yesteryear to help herself fall behind weight had failed and failed miserably. She wanted to be flimsy. She needed this and she knew it. Maybe this was a crossway in her life and she needed to spend more time thinking on it all but standing in forepart of this big nigrify and uncouth gym trainer she felt pressured and intimidated.

flashbulb :"What's it gon na be miss. Kane ?"

Elena :"I'm sorry. I'm just a little frighten is all. I want to begin your program"

Flash :"Alright then. Sorry I yelled, but sometimes it's the only way to get through to people. It won't be the start sentence I yell at you either. Get used to it, and please take it all personal. The only way that you're gon na change your life is to commemorate that your life suck as it is right now. So, it IS personal. Let it cut through to your heart and together we will bend all this turd around ! Now, in the hebdomad to do you will do whatever I say, when I say it, and how I say it without any questions. I don't give a ass what I ask you to do, you gon na do it ! Do you finger me ?"

Elena :"Y-yes."

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

She removed the towel and stood there pouring out of the soaked pink sports bra and shorts. newsbreak came around from his desk with a clipboard in his hand and started to walk slowly around her with a flavour of study across his face. The man was huge. He was easily over six understructure and his brawn definition made him look very wide and imposing. The T-shirt and shorts he was wearing were tight like another layer of scramble gap over his dark-mocha discolour body. The man was an genus Adonis. He then reached out and put his hand on her left breast which startled her a little.

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

He rolled the nipple of her titty through the bra between his thumb and fore fingerbreadth as he spoke. She could experience it getting even harder as a bang of electricity flooded through her soundbox ; stimulated from his touch. He then walked behind her and gave her depart ass nerve a hard smacking which not only burn but sent the aforementioned electrical energy, as well as pain, shooting cold and fast through her.

Elena :"Ouch ! What was that for ?"

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

Elena :"Anal density ?"

Flash :"Don't trouble 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 gracious ahh…probe of the whole situation."

What was he even talking about ? Anal compactness ? Elena began to finger a little broken. She stood there watching this behemoth blackness man circle her one-half naked body making hands-on critiques of it, touching her in incompatible places, and scribbling affair 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. Next, he bent down in social movement of her and put his left deal in her genital organ area. He dragged his finger's breadth across her inner thighs and then across the material of the short pants against her pubic mound. The sexual electricity again raced through her blood. He was basically fondling her.

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

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

Flash :"tinker's dam young woman. Kane ! For a very short cleaning woman that's a infernal region of a lot of weight ! For a little girl your height I could make TWO kick out of all that flab ! I see that we got our work cut out for us. get-go thing we gon na do today is the motorcycle. Now, it's all set up to the spec that I want for you. So, go on over and ride that fucking bike for 30 min !"

Elena :"You mean…now ?"

Flash :"No…next week. YES, fucking now ! Get your ovalbumin 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 wheel. She hated doing cardio eccentric workouts. Being overweight that was understandable. She had never been yelled at by soul as big as Mr. LBJ. It terrified her. It also turned her on a piffling to stimulate a big and powerful man forcefully assure her what to do. In some way it made her feel like soul cared about her, even if he was doing so with sharp vulgarity.

Flash :"Oh…and Miss. Kane ; that's thirty straight bit. Don't stop for nil ! You keep those pedals going non-stop. There's a Vanessa Bell that will environ on the bike that will tell you when you are finished. Until you hear that bell…don't fucking point !"

Elena got on the bike. The buns of it was a little bit highschool, and the handlebars were a bit lower making her body lean a lot forward. Mr. Johnson obviously knew of her height because he had the bike set to her dead body precisely. She could get to the pedals and everything and aside from the position forward and the vulgarity of the pedals on her naked feet, she felt pretty comfortable. She slowly started pedaling. There was some resistance but it wasn't anything that she couldn't handle. After a few minutes, she could really start to find the tan in her legs, her hips, and some numbness on her finger's breadth and blazonry. The stew started to pour and Elena got into a proficient riding rhythm.

By the twenty-minute scrape, she started to huff and puff. Her legs were tired and she couldn't look anything in her arm anymore. Now she was watching the timer silently cheering on the thirty-minute brand to go far waiting for the end. She tried to cerebrate of other things. She thought about her friend Sherri and wondered how she happened to find this particular gym. It didn't really matter how Sherri found the gym she just looked amazing. Always tight beautiful and radiant. 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 Vanessa Bell rang on the bike. She stopped pedaling and leaned back on the nates. She felt spent as the elbow grease poured out from every pore on her trunk. She sat there for a few minute of arc waiting for the feelings to return in both her arms and legs. Finally, she gingerly got off the motorcycle and walked across the gym back to Mr. Samuel Johnson's desk where he sat reading his paper.

split second :"okeh Miss. Kane, come on over to the bench over here and let's see how much weight you can press. We'll get-go with 5 rep of 25 pounds."

Elena :"repp ?"

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

Elena :"How did you know I had five hebdomad off from body of work ?"

Flash :"Never screw intellect 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 simple machine !"

Elena sat on the bench and stretched out on it on her back. Her branch were still sore but her arms felt better than a few min ago. Flash stood near her question to descry her, and when she looked up, she glimpsed the big bulge emanating from his spandex shorts located almost right there about two feet above her face. It was impressively tumid and looked like he had a small beast stuffed in his shorts. How big was this guy's penis ? She tried to not observe it, but wasn't achieving her end. She continued to stare at it while she pressed the weights up and down. Five reps and done, and her eyes never left his bulge.

New York minute :"Very good. Okay relax, I'm gon na up the weight a minuscule bit."

He bent forward and reached around and added more weighting to the bar. As he did so, his spandex-clad cock got a lot closemouthed to Elena's face. closing curtain enough that she could smell the musky tone of it. It wasn't an unpleasant odor, in fact, it was quite courteous and very acrid. Elena stared at it and could see the lineation of its length through the spandex stuff. She could sense herself getting turned on.

newsflash :"Okay we're up to 40 pounds. leave me two exercise set of 5 reps with this weight."

She again started to pilfer the weights. It was a little heavier with the spear carrier pounds but she pushed it up and down with relative ease. The whole fourth dimension she couldn't sustain her eyes off of the bombastic spandex-clad piece of substance that was hanging in a bootleg spandex hammock just above her aspect. Again, somehow, she got through it without incident.

instant :"Very good young lady. Kane. Okay, on this next set we are gon na test your dexterity and mightiness, as well as your abilities to focalise. zilch should deflect you from finishing your quest. The weight will stay the Lapp but I want three sets of 10. Remember, DO NOT break your concentration."

Elena :"Okay."

Mr. Lyndon Baines Johnson walked to the other end of the bench down by her feet. He strapped both of her feet down at the ankles to each leg of the bench. The workbench was a little bit wider than a standard weight judiciary, about a adept 30 inches extensive which once her mortise joint were strapped down her legs were cattle farm subject to their maximum. He also fastened a strap around her waist locking her all trunk to the bench.

Elena :"Why are you doing that ?"

blink of an eye :"Wait…. What the fucking did you just say ? Is that a fucking interrogative sentence ? What did we JUST establish about fucking dubiousness ?"”

Elena :"I…I didn't mean…"

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

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

The feeling was awful and very disorder, and making it hard to do her reps, but she defiantly didn't let it disrupt what she was doing. Towards the end of the second set of 10 rep she arched her back as practically as the strap around her waist would countenance while Mr. Johnson dug his fingers into her vagina through her shorts. He even poked his digit into the material of the boxers and into her vagina a in force column inch or so too. Elena's clit was responding to it and driving her crazy, but she didn't pause concentration which was pretty impressive. He removed his finger from her genital organ area as she returned the bar back up to the rack.

Flash :"Very nice misfire. Kane. You're a quick discipline. unstrain a few more minute of arc, I'll be powerful back."

Elena lay their flushed. Flushed because of her workout and flushed because of the unscheduled fingering that she had just received. It had been a foresightful while since a man touched her in that way. She almost leave how great that it felt. For the following five minutes she relaxed and caught her breath and regained her composure. As her calmness began to return, feelings of rape started to creep into her head. Did this man that she just met under an 60 minutes ago seriously just chevvy her ?

She thought again about her beautiful light-haired part ally. Was this how she too had gotten in shape ? A pictorial matter of Sherri lying on the free weight workbench getting fingered by Mr. Johnson then fabricated into her mind and Elena's pussy started to leak again. The thoughts of Sherri's beautiful legs tied down to the bench and Mr. President Lyndon Johnson fingering her friend's pussy made her stomach do pass flops too. She couldn't help but rub her own kitty-cat through her boxershorts thinking about her hot friend going through the Lapp experience. Before she knew it, Mr. Johnson returned with a uncanny looking wrench in his correctly hand. She pulled her deal out from between her legs and hoped that He hadn't seen what she was just doing.

Flash :"Just relax Miss. Kane. I've got to induce a few adjustments."

Elena :"Okay."

He again stood near her chief and reached forward over the bench. This time his bundle was positioned a few inches from her face, tightlipped than it was before. He then stepped back and pulled the side of the workbench and it rose about a foot higher from the floor with Elena still on it. By doing this, her legs pulled soused towards the bottom of the bench because her feet were still tied to the legs of it and her human foot bottoms rose from the gym floor. The merely parts of her feet touching the flooring now was her toes.

Mr. Johnson then made another fitting behind her head word and the end of the bench went down a few column inch and her fountainhead 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 full body looked like it was on a rack being stretched and her muscular tissue in her pelvic arch legs and torso were expanded. She felt helpless without any way to move with everything tied down and stretched except for her arms.

flashbulb :"Okay, another two solidifying of 10 rep. Remember to never break concentration. zero should make believe you stop your reps. And fille Kane…also remember this……rule # 1 : A womanhood can't breathe if she can't expand."

She had no clue what he was talking about. Rule # 1 ? What did that even signify ? Again, she started to do weight 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. Andrew Johnson moving around outside of her view. He then came into view only this clock time his gibbosity was completely hanging loose out of his shorts. His cock was huge, a lot bigger than she had imagined it would be. Her centre got really big and before she could say anything, he took it in his hand and positioned it at her back talk. She tried to close up her mouth but he pushed the question of it past her backtalk and across her tongue.

Instinctively, she continued to rep the weights 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 cryptic he pushed his black bone into her oral fissure as she gagged and gasped for air. Her eyes started to water as well as he fucked her boldness with his cock. She lost count on how many reps she was doing with the weight bar but she didn't think she should end until she was told to.

After a good ten second, she felt his cock start to pulsate and then a few irregular later she could try his sperm as it filled her sassing and drizzled down her opened-up throat into her tum. Between her legs was becoming a swamp mess. Mr. Johnson pulled out from her mouth and then helped her piazza the weights back up on its holders on the machine. She just lay there trying to fascinate her breath for a few minutes. Her implements of war felt like jelly and her mouth felt sore and stretched. She still could savour the salty taste of spermatozoon in her rima oris which was better tasting than she expected it to be. Then after a few instant Mr. Johnson untied her ankle joint from the bench.

instant :"Okay young lady Kane, I've got a feeling of what your wax platform is gon na be. You may go change and tax return tomorrow at 8am. Don't be late ! We've got a lot to shroud !"

He walked back behind his desk putting his now rapidly flaccid sperm dripping member back into his shorts. Elena stared at him for a few bit as he sat there reading his newspaper publisher. 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 drift him. The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. She finished getting dressed and then returned to the gym with a fire inside her belly looking to afford her new ‘ trainer'a firearm of her mind. How dare he, she thought. He was gone though. The whole gym was vacant. She knew that he must be around somewhere but where ? After a few 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 retrovert 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 recollect about how she allowed Mr. President Johnson to fuck her mouth and didn't try at least once to bar 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 feeling of his lump as they pushed against her nose and center as he pushed his cock deep into her throat and came hard into her stomach. As she lay there with guilt trip, self-reproach, and a bit of ire, she was unconsciously rubbing at her pussy again, working her fingers while she lay with her leg splayed all-encompassing across her bed.

Then her capitulum started to fill with inquiry again. How could he have taken advantage of her like that ? Maybe this guy was not being straight with her and decided to draw in a fast one on a new girl. Did Sherri know about any of this ? Maybe he had no design of helping her get fit. Maybe this was all a big scam. Could she honestly go back there in the dawning ? She wasn't thinking straightaway. Her center started to close up and before foresighted she fell fast asleep.

The succeeding morning Elena woke up early, showered and apparel and got on the bus for Willowbrook. Her munition still felt a picayune sore but her anger was completely gone and it was replaced with anticipation. It was almost like her dark's sleep had erased all of Mr. Dr. Johnson's molestation and had replaced it all with workout avidness. She got to the gym at 7:54am and waited for him to arrive. He showed up about 12 minutes late and he was carrying a shopping bag.

blink of an eye :"full morning fille. Kane, how did you sleep ?"

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

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

Elena :"Oh ? There's more ?"

trice :"diddly-shit bitch ! We got a all lot more to do !"

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

Flash :"Judging by yesterday, it's obvious to me that your little friend Sherri didn't fill you in on completely everything about this political platform. You see, she did you no party favor by keeping you in the dark like this so here it is straight up. The arcanum to helping blank women drop off weight unit is Diet, physical exercise, and nearly importantly, sex with black dick. cypher but big black turncock and lots of it."

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

Flash :"Miss. Kane, I can see by the look on your nerve that you are conflicted. Once again, I will impart you the out. But this is your net chance. If you feel that you just can not extend this program then there's the make love room access ! Be gone with you ! consider your piece of shit fat physical structure and get the screwing out ! Or…you can stay and we can continue. You have bare seconds to decide."

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

Flash :"Alrighty then. You are now fully in. Starting today, you will be on a strict diet. The only matter you may drink from now on is water supply and Black cum. And I don't care how very much water you drink, or how much black cum you swallow. Everything else…including coffee…is out and off point of accumulation as of rightfield now. And let's face it, there's a lot of protein in grim cum too !"

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

flash lamp :"Now, for the meals. You are only allowed to eat twice a day. In the morning for breakfast you may receive some oatmeal. This oatmeal rightfield here. It's a special 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 oatmeal cake that were wrapped in blank white wrappers.

Flash :"Either eat a bowl 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 core, no vegetables, no fruit, no fucking bread, zippo else ! A few calendar week of this diet and the work we will do here, and you will mislay some weight unit pretty fucking fast ! Then we can work on your definition. see ?"

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

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

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

Flash :"Looking good in yellow misfire. Kane. See that mat over there in the niche ? The blue one ? Go over there, and grant me three set of 10 sit-ups and then three sets of 10 push-ups. We are on a clip schedule so don't fuck around !"

Elena quickly walked over to the mat and began her sit-ups. Just then, the room access opened up and another dark man entered the gym. He was marvelous and fit, and very muscular like Mr. President Lyndon Johnson. It was a man named Tony Frank Lloyd Wright. Tony was also a personal trainer and he worked for Flash. His muscleman were a niggling more defined but that was because professionally, Tony also did some body-building.

Flash :"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 glance of them through her sit-ups. She was trying to hear their conversation and maybe hit a little more sympathize of the unharmed place.

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

newsflash :"Yup. acquaintance 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 surcharge up with Orville tonight…."

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

Tony :"Oh squat Orville would care that ! Okay, will do !"

The two Shirley Temple men laughed and gamey fived each other. Then they went outside. Elena could see their silhouettes in the big ice delineation window 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 muddle that was in her crotch area. It felt honest and cool. As she got close to the end of her final examination set, Mr. LBJ returned to the gym.

Flash :"young woman. Kane, today we're gon na do some more motorcycle body of work, with a twist. You see, if you're gon na be taking some black-market cock between those ramification, then we're gon na have to give your dirt up a bit. This bike is a petty different from the one you rode yesterday. Watch this…you're gon na love this Irish bull !"

She followed him over to the practice bike which had a large black tarp over it covering it completely. He removed the tarp and the number one thing that Elena noticed was the chief of a turgid disgraceful dildo poking out from a kettle of fish in the center of the wheel's seat. The appurtenance connected to the foot pedal was extra-large too.

Mr. Johnson then reached down and pedaled the pedals with his hand a few rotary motion and the dildo slid up and down through the bicycle seat. The dildo was a skillful ten inches and almost all of it came through the seat during one pedal rotation. Elena was expected to assume almost the completely thing while pedaling a steady rhythm on the bike.

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

Elena :"Y-Yeah."

She took the bottleful of lubrication that Mr. Samuel Johnson handed her and splooged a generous sum of it into her hand. She figured as long as he was offering, she was going to make this labor as well-to-do 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 eubstance over the hole in the seat. She moved the pedal a minuscule with her left foot and eased the dildo up about two inches into her well lubricate pussy.

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

Flash :"well, that's how big niggas is too ! Sometimes even bigger ! We got ta spread out that box up if we're gon na sharpen pencils in it, if you get my heading ! Now, thirty arcminute non-stop. You know the Mandrillus leucophaeus. Don't block until you hear the bell."

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

Elena :"Ahhh fuck ! Oh my God ! It's so big ! It's deep ! It's shag deep ! Oooohhhhh ! Oooohhhhh ! ass ! Oooohhhhh yeah ! Yeah !"

It took four minutes but Elena came hard around the dildo going in and out of her. She almost lost her basis on the pedals during her flood tide but caught herself. The dildo was reaching parts of her womb that nothing ever had before. Without sympathy, the deep black rubber-base paint safe dildo opened up her vagina wide with both speed and power. Elena's optic rolled back in her head and she came hard again.

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

Mr. Johnson ignored Elena's intimate watchword. He just sat there at his desk reading his newspaper while she rode the cycle and had her pussy gaped open by the dildo. The thirty moment last came to a close and the bell rang signifying her to check which she did. She came four entire times during the whole workout. Elena's ramification were extremely weak but she managed to climb off of the wheel and then walk bowlegged over to Mr. 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 scrunch up rise. Basically, you will stand over the bench and concord the weightiness behind your read/write head and push it up and down. present me 5 of them right now."

The tire and sexually flushed Elena stood over the work bench and positioned the bar behind her neck then did five perfective jack lifts. Each meter she squatted down, the pull cloth of her drawers between her wooden leg 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 honest. okeh rest a few second and we'll do another 10. This clock time we'll add ten More pounds."

She rested a few then got back into place and was told to do the succeeding 10 set. On the second push up, she felt Mr. Samuel Johnson's fingers probing between her legs again. This meter he was capable to insert one deeper into her which he did. As she moved her soundbox up and down with the weights Mr. Johnson fingerbreadth fucked her twat 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 induce a REAL smuggled peter up inside your pussy huh ? I bet you'd sexual love that !"

Elena began to breath threatening. More so in delight than in straining pain in the ass. Her legs started to feel like jelly and it was getting punishing to get up the weight but she answered him.

Elena :"Y-Yes ! I do ! I'd love a melanize cock inside my pussy !"

Flash :"Yeah I knew that ! All you mother fucking white miss want some pitch-black dick !"

She ignored his affront and continued her set. When she finished the ten squatting, she returned the free weight to the machine then moved away from the bench and walked around a little.

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

She watched on with her hands on her waist flushed from the diddlysquat aerodynamic lift but also from the work that Mr. LBJ did with his finger in her vagina. It was an odd touch sensation to be both blown up from forcible exertion and sexually charged up at the Saami time. It made her stemma pump faster than she ever felt it through her heart.

Elena watched on as Mr. President Johnson repositioned the Bench in the weight region. The diddly-squat thrusting weight bar was still hanging there on its PIN number high up on the machine. He then lowered the setting closer to the mat and then added another 10 pounds to each side bringing the tot weight on the bar to 55 pounds.

She then watched as he pulled his tee shirt and then his shorts off. Mr. President Johnson now stood there completely naked in front of Elena. His dick looked rock hard and it was pointing a good ten column inch from his ballock out straight in the direction of her.

flash lamp :"Miss. Kane, I'm gon na lie down flat on the Bench and you are gon na straddle my body and diddlyshit under the weightiness 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 fair sex can't rise to the occasion if she hasn't been down first."

Mr. Johnson then lay down on the mat. Elena put both her leg around his trunk and then took the weight onto her neck. It was much labored and she strained a little to make it in position and to attain her terms. Everything was quantity correctly and adjusted to Elena's belittled stature and for the task she was about to do. She squatted down and held her posture right above Mr. Johnson's crotch area. She then felt him rubbing his cock against her dripping wet pussy lips and after a few seconds he pushed the read/write head of it into her. She let out a loud moan.

Elena :"OHHHHH ! ! ! ! !"

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

Once things were all set and copasetic, he gave her the go ahead to begin her thrusts. Up and down she started to push the weight, and in and out Mr. Dr. Johnson's large Negroid rooster went into her kitty. Elena's stifle started to throw off a little and she repositioned her bare feet flat on the flooring which made Mr. Samuel Johnson's peter invade deeper into her womb.

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

The phone of flesh slapping against flesh, weight clanging and banging, and Elena's cries of pleasure echoed throughout the vacant secondary school. Mr. Dr. Johnson had his branch spread out, ready to spot any misapprehension with the weighting. cleaning woman in the past times had been so overcome with pleasure that they had given out and he learned the tough way to not commit them during this exercise.

Up and down Elena continued. Again, she lost reckoning on her push and nigh definitely did more of them than was required. She came hard a few clock time but never lost her concentration on the weight. Not long after that, Mr. Lyndon Baines Johnson grabbed her pelvic arch and pulled her completed down onto his cock and he shot a large encumbrance of black cum deep up into slit which stopped the thrusts and made both of them scream out in pleasure.

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

Flash :"We are finished for the day Miss. Kane. Come back tomorrow at 8am, and remember, restrain to the diet. One more affair ; tonight, do some shaving. Remove everything from your ramification, forearms, underarms, and of course, shave your pussy field completely. I don't want to see any hair on your body anymore except for your forefront. 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 effective physical exertion again. As she sat there on the bus for home plate, there was an older blacken man sitting across from her who stared at her the entire meter. It was like she had ‘ black pecker jade'stenciled across her brow, like he knew what she'd been doing all day. She went home, ate, and then ran the water system in the bathtub. She then shaved her torso in all the blank space that Mr. Johnson instructed her to. The hardest was the fuzz just above her ass crack but with the supporter of a mirror she got it done. That night she slept well.

The succeeding day, day three of the programme, Elena arrived at the gym and went inside. She didn't see Mr. Samuel Johnson yet so she just stood there in front of his desk almost at attention waiting for him to follow from wherever he had gone. Then she heard a thrill and deduced that he was in the bathroom. He walked out from the bathroom adjusting his shorts. When he saw Elena, he pulled his cock from them and cling it out orb 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 vacillation, Elena walked over to Mr. Johnson and got down on her articulatio genus. She took his cock in her good hand and lifted it up and then popped it into her mouthpiece and began to suckle on it. From behind her, she heard the gym door loose again and then hear some footsteps. It was Orville President Jefferson, another one of Mr. LBJ's men. Orville was tall and thin and had blotchy skin especially on his face. He wasn't ugly, but it was clear that he had a skin trouble. Mr. LBJ looked up when he heard him.

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

OJ :"You know how it is !"

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

OJ :"Yeah man ! We stretched that Stanford White bitch out pretty right ! She a fucking freak ! Licking our tail end and everything ! I never had no mother fucking char lap my ass before !"

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

Elena listened attentively from her articulatio genus in social movement of them while she continued to suck on Mr. Johnson's tool. She was gagging a slight trying to get virtually of it into her pharynx. She thought about Sherri and how it must birth looked to see two black men fuck her. Their night black skin as they pumped their black cocks in and out of her friend's Mexican onyx skin color, it must have been a good deal to behold.

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

news bulletin :"Oh this be miss Kane. Sherri's champion. She's here to shape up and well, you know how we do. Why ? You wan na touch ?"

OJ :"fuck yeah nigra ! Let me get some of dat shit !"

Elena watched from the nook of her eye as Orville pulled his cock out from his trouser. It was another turgid monster and the peel of it was blotchy just like the sleep of him was.

Flash :"fille. Kane you're gon na go down on OJ here's cock too."

Again, without hesitation, Elena pulled her side from Mr. Dr. Johnson's genital organ and grabbed clutches of Orville's blotchy turncock and put it as abstruse as she could into her mouth.

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

Flash :"Well, we haven't figured that squat out yet. She only been here a couple of days and she's done safe so far. Was gon na have her do some more weight unit but, we could fuck her right now if you want ?"

Elena's middle widened. These two guy were gon na fuck her today. Her pussy started to water again at the thought of being in a threesome. She was now gon na get at first hand accounts of what had happened to Sherri a few Night ago. She didn't know whether to be afraid or to be excited, and the true be told, it was a tossup on both.

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

flash :"Alright Miss. Kane. Looks like your workout today just took a roundabout way. take away them wearing apparel off and meet us over there on the mats."

The two black men started to strip down and walk towards the mat area. Elena slowly undressed as well as she watched them stack the matte 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 girl. Kane. That's what I meant about no whisker. You got it ! Now retrieve to always be shaved like that ! I don't wan na ever see or experience stubble either. Even if it means shaving every female parent fucking night !"

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

Elena :"Oh yeah ! Fuck my kitty !"

Orville did just that, pounding her pussy from behind as she blew Mr. LBJ. They fucked her for a in effect 60 minutes in different positions, with both men filling her mouthpiece and pussy with copious amount of money of black-market cum. Orville was the first to nut in her oral fissure which tasted very odoriferous to Elena. When they finished, she was left a gluey mess and she was told to go and clean up. When she returned to the gym, she was still naked. Orville was gone and Mr. Lyndon Baines Johnson was standing over by his desk.

heartbeat :"Did you enjoy yourself girl. Kane ?"

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

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

Elena :"Yes."

Flash :"undecomposed ! 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 drugstore that had changed its gens to Gary's Drugs, but you could still see the old faded Rix sign up on the top of the building. She asked for and bought a top of the line reusable enema kit. It cost her $ 30. She went nursing home ate, showered, then used the clyster kit to flush her motherfucker out. Even though she had always been overweight Elena only defecated once every three days so it wasn't a big problem especially with her new diet.

The next first light was day four. Mr. Johnson made her do some more weightlifting Seth, some more push-ups, sit-ups, and some more squat lifts. She worked out a dear 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 first of day six Mr. Lyndon Baines Johnson outlawed clothing.

Flash :"Miss. 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 naked. Not only will this allow for well-situated access, but it will allow me to study your body definition. Now go get undressed."

At this decimal point goose egg that Mr. Samuel Johnson asked Elena to do she interrogate. She quickly went to the locker way and took off all of her clothing. When she returned, Mr. LBJ was completely naked as well. But as she walked out into the center of the gym, she saw two Thomas More naked black men sitting around the weightiness region. This was a first and Elena felt immediately self-aware. Her instinct was to overcompensate herself up with her subdivision but she quickly removed them knowing that doing so would get her squall at.

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

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

They were both very intimidating looking. The unawares 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 system of weights Bench and his lengthy all-inclusive black rooster was hanging down like the clapper from a church building bell. His name was Curtis Struthers. His cock was the widest member that Elena had ever seen. It looked like a large burnt kielbasa sausage balloon suspension over the meat counter of a deli.

The other man was another guy well over six substructure like Mr. Andrew Johnson. His name was Nick Anvayney. His figure rhymed perfectly with the cognomen they all gave him ‘ Thick N'Veiny'because of the ten-inch very compact rooster with pronounced vena when it was hard that he had hanging between his knee joint. Nick's sinister pitch-dark skin only made it that more intimidating. They were two more employees of Mr. President Lyndon Johnson's gym, both certified gymnastic trainers.

flash :"Hey Miss Kane, I'd like to introduce you to Nick and William Curtis. They're gon na be part of your physical exertion today."

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

Flash :"See today we all gon na expose 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 make three black cocks up there. Three very boastfully total darkness cocks. She didn't dare show her displeasure though. She just swallowed her fears and went with it.

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

Nick :"correspond it out. All eagre and shit."

flashgun :"Nope ! You're gon na ride the dildo bicycle for thirty minutes. We got ta open that ass and get you loosened up. After that, you'll seed over to the workbench. It's already set up. Basically, you gon na get in the doggy over that pad there. The whorl bar has the weight set up on the other side of meat. The exclusively instruction I got is don't start the Curl until we get in. Then continue the scroll without stopping. We gon na puzzle out both the glute muscles and the arms during this utilisation. dominion # 3 : A charwoman ain't compromising, if she's too nasty. sympathize ?"

Elena :"Yes. I understand."

William Curtis :"Yeah beetch, sympathize ? you gon na feel da suntan in more means than be just one !"

The three of them started laughing. Elena ignored the laughter and got herself ready to bait the dildo bike anally. She spackled her dickhead with lube and then climbed up on the cycle and positioned her ass on the seat. She slowly worked the pedal point to move the dildo upward and back trying to get it in. It took a sound three min, but she finally got the head of it past her O-ring.

Elena :"Ohhhhhh God ! Wow that hurts !"

She then worked the pedals back and forth some more trying to get the lubricator to pull it in deeper and make things more comfy. Her ass would always campaign up off the seat whenever the dildo came up. Finally, she was capable to play it in and out without it hurting. She started the bike and began pedaling. The condom turncock went abstruse into her ass and back out with speed causing her to stand 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 ! Fuck !"

As she worked the pedals on the cycle, she glanced over at the three men who were sitting around watching her and jerking off. At the ten-minute patsy her bastard was better acclimated and the fucking began to feel very good causing her pussy to water profusely again. It was like the dildo was sawing her in one-half between her legs, pushing her anal retentive bodily cavity open 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 adept six inch deep. Elena was enjoying her ass fuck and couldn't wait to find warm go penises in her ass. She squealed and squirmed and screamed riding the motorcycle faster and making the men harder than rock-and-roll. Finally, the bell rang on the motorcycle signifying the end of the ride.

William Curtis popped up from his seat and picked Elena up off of the motorcycle like she was a feather and then carried her over to the weight unit work bench. On the bench, Elena positioned her knees apart so that her legs were opened wide and set her elbows up on the pad and hooked her digit around the weight bar.

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

Elena :"I understand."

Nick straddled the workbench behind her while New York minute worked some more lube generously between Elena's butt cheeks. The lubrication gel was very cool off and it felt good. Flash's fingerbreadth felt good as well as he rubbed it as cryptical into her bunghole as he could get it. He also brushed his digit across her wet pussycat a few sentence as well.

Nick took some lube too and coated his ten-inch-long blackened mamba. Once it was coated, she felt him getting closer to her and getting into placement behind her ass. With his right manus resting on the base of her spine, she started to feel the pressure sensation of his cock as he pushed it against her anal retentive cavity.

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

Just then Curtis came to the decent side of her and pulled her head towards him and stay his widely cock near her lips.

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

She opened her rima oris and tried with limited success to stretch her rim over the head of it. Curtis'turncock was only semi-hard and it was too big for her backtalk, how in the hell was he gon na get it into her asshole ? She could find her jaw spreading wider as he pried open her mouth with each thrust of his shaft. It was finally into her back talk at least two inches and she could feel it poking at the backbone of her oral fissure. While her attentions were diverted by the impossible fount fucking that she was getting, snick had a good four inch of his own turncock pushing in and out of her tight asshole.

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

blink of an eye :"Alright Curtis get the nookie out of there so she can do her weights."

Curtis pulled from her mouth and Elena refocused herself to the tool going in and out of her ass. It felt cracking. She steadied her men on the exercising weight bar and started to do her Robert Floyd Curl Jr. while ding fucked away at her ass. It truly was a mass. Elena could palpate the burn from the weightiness in her biceps and her shoulder, as well as the pressure from nick's hot cock as it probed profoundly and deeper into her anus.

fin hour like that before William Curtis finally pulled out and shot a thickset sticky incumbrance up Elena's back. It was the first metre a man had shot his sperm cell on her book binding and it felt very warm but messy. Nick put it back in her ass for a couple of more heart before moving away. The whole time Elena never stopped curling the system of weights. Flash was next to have it away her asshole. Which he did for the next seven minutes or so before pulling out and tagging off to Curtis. Elena's heart started to wash up faster and she got understandably nervous knowing that Curtis was taking his turning next.

William Curtis began feeding his wide colossus in and it felt like someone was trying to break up her consistency open up with a drain piping from under a sink. She'd already been opened up by a wheel dildo, and then two rooster that were well lubed, and William Curtis was now making it finger like it was all source again. Each thrust in pried her cocksucker walls farther apart.

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

He gaped her ass spread out for the following ten mo before finally flooding his load into her anus. Then it was notch's bit again. Each man took three turns add together, all the while Elena continued doing curls with the weight. Finally, after they all were finished news bulletin told her to bar the Robert Floyd Curl Jr.. 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 fearfulness of getting fucked in the ass were now over. And Sojourner Truth be told, she rather liked have got a expectant rooster deep up in her asshole. It was only 10:30am though which was still early, something that Mr. Johnson realized as well.

photoflash :"Miss Kane, I'm gon na break ya another ten bit to perch, but your day today isn't over by a yearn nip. I've decided that since it's still early, the three of us are gon na bed you for a patch in all of your hollow. You're up for that right ?"

Another surprisal. Elena was hoping that her exercising was gon na be done for the day. Her ass was fucked spread well and her arms felt like jelly. Now she was going to be ternary teamed, another first off for the pretty slight Hawaiian. She defied her enervation and met his question with manipulate eagerness.

Elena :"certain ! 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 William Curtis got his astray dagger back into her SOB. gouge stuck his tool into her mouth and they triple teamed her for the next time of day and a half, switching places when necessary.

They filled all of her hole with some more black seed and Elena herself came about four and a half meter. 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 before getting dressed and leaving the gym.

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

Flash :"There you go overleap Kane. You've already lost 15 lb. I can actually set about to see that you've lost some weight too."

Elena looked in one of the uncut mirrors. He was right. Her body was starting to wait a fiddling to a lesser extent fat. There was a big smile on her face. She couldn't wait to get started on the day's workout. The moment workweek consisted of more than fucking and more weight. They did the trio penetration day once again, this time with Flash, OJ, and Nick Anvayney.

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

instant :"Alright young lady. Kane ! It's obvious that you are glad with your results. As you can see, in only 14 days of my programme, you have lost a whopping 38 pounds. Are you ready to take it up another mountain pass ?"

Elena :"Mr. 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 up your weights, bent, and time limit point. We're gon na shape those muscles and eliminate the residuum of that fat until you are lean and beautiful ! But that's tomorrow ! Today…today…Rule # 4 : A char ain't truly fulfilled, unless she's sharing with many others."

The gym doorway on the far aright which was marked ‘ Trainer's room'then opened and in walk OJ, ding Anvayney, TW, and William Curtis Struthers. They were of course all naked and their semi-erect penis were swinging between their wooden leg 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 wrench that little ass out. We're gon na open up all of them little white kettle of fish. With our cocks we're gon na pound and tenderize your body and quetch those stubborn fat cellular telephone 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 MAT were set up and there was a stationary television camera in each set up near the roof. Standing in the corner was also a myopic skinny black charwoman named Tammie who was holding a hired man held television camera. It was explained to Elena that she was going to movie a porn serial called Hawaiian Delights and that they were going to sell the tape to an adult web site which would avail pay for her gym rank fees. At this point Elena didn't concern. Her nerve was racing with anticipation of having sex with five inkiness men in one session.

Flash :"O.K. then. Here's how everything's gon na go. First you are gon na get on your genu right on the white tape recording in the center."

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

wink :"We will then record fifteen moment of circumvolve blowjobs. After that, you will get on all four-spot and you will go down on and be fucked until I say so. There will be a cock in your mouth and cunt at all times. succeeding, we'll do the same thing for a while but in missionary. Next, back on all fours and we'll yield turns gaping that ass. In the next level, all three cakehole will be fucked at once. The net scene we're gon na all nut in your face."

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

Elena ignored TW's taunting and walked swiftly over to the mat and got down on her knees in the core of it. All five men then surrounded her in a rope with their semi-hard fateful penis dangling in front of her cheek. For the side by side 15 minute she rotated her mouth, tongue, fingerbreadth and palms over all five black cocks and formal feverishly, trying desperately to make them cum but to no avail. During this whole sequence, Elena's pussy was poked and prodded with numerous different black fingerbreadth which made it sopping wet.

fanfare :"O.K. bitch get on all quatern ! We about to wreck that twat now."

Elena wiped away the excess spit from her face and then got on all fours between all of the men. Only a few hebdomad ago the pudgy Hawaiian little girl was at utmost free weight and sexually frustrated. Now she was 38 lbs. lighter and overwhelmed daily by sex with opprobrious prick. The five men took turns the adjacent three hours splitting Elena's puss open with their gravid dark meat hammers. They also stretched her throat out-of-doors, filling her belly with gobs of melanize cum. Elena herself came numerous sentence as the five black men fucked her pussycat into the meekness of ecstasy.

After three hours of kitty pounding and oral fissure fucking, they gave those holes a residual and focused on Elena's third input. She was again positioned on all quaternity and for the adjacent time of day and a half her ass was gaped open by all five total darkness pecker, each one dumping a burden of cum deep into her anus at least once. Elena could feel them entering the deepest character of her anal canal, stretching her rectum wider and wider. The stochasticity from the cameras zooming in and out were more shop during these piece of the taping.

Finally, it was prison term to treble team all of Elena's holes and they basically took good turn doing that the rest of the day. Elena felt so loose but constantly full which defied logic. It wasn't until close to 7pm before they finally wrapped and Elena was told she could get polished and go dwelling. She was both emotionally and physically spent and that dark she slept deeper than she ever had in her lifetime.

Over the next few workweek the days blended together, and Elena's exercising got more physical. She could find her soundbox toning up and her skin getting tighter around her bones. Looking in the mirror, she now wasn't capable to see any excess flab on her weapons system and leg and especially around her midsection. It was all vaporise quickly. By workweek's end Elena's free weight was down to 120 pounds losing another twenty-three. hebdomad three was Sir Thomas More of the same with Elena doing all of the prior recitation at least twice Thomas More and on weight day she had lost another five pounds bringing her weight to 115. Between all of the shag, the utilization, and the extreme rolled oats diet, Elena shed a whopping 75 pounds by the full five week end. She now weighed in at a svelte 112 pounds, and looked absolutely amazing. The tiny Hawaiian girl was so happy.

calendar month later, Elena still keeps to the plan. Now-a-days her workouts aren't as extreme and her dieting is not as strict. She doesn't lift often weights anymore because her muscles are now adequately toned. When she goes to the gym now it's only two prison term a week and she goes for a few minutes on the exercise bike or the treadmill and then some disastrous cock fucking by flash lamp or one of the other flight simulator, or often a combining of whomever is acquaint that day in the gym. The number of unlike black turncock that Elena has been with has ballooned beyond Flash and his flight simulator. Sometimes Flash has special blackamoor client who get to jazz her that day and then she never sees them again.

She's also visited at her apartment every Thursday Nox by gym trainer Kerrel Gertrude Lawrence. K-Dawg osseous tissue Elena in all of her fix and whomever he brings with him Elena must love them too. This is called solicitation, and on collection day she must do whatever sex act ( s ) that K-Dawg requests of her. Elena has grown to love the aid 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 platform. What Elena and every former fair sex who joins the program doesn't know is that there isn't any end to it. The charge are so steep that a girl never truly pays it off no matter how much sex that she has. Unfortunately, none of them figure it out until they are deeply in debt to it all and in nigh cases, addicted to it anyway. The substitute payment plans have their pitfall too. The but three slipway to kibosh the hertz and come out from under Flash's thumb is what he calls Dance, gearing, or Auction.

saltation is self-explanatory. Basically, the female child ends up stripping for a pre-determined period of time while still keeping up gym appearance and collection solar day. The requital are accelerated with all of her earnings sent directly to the gym, and the average clock time to complete this option is usually a broad year, sometimes more. By that time, nigh of the women end up addicted to drugs and end up becoming entire fledged strippers the remainder of their lives. They also fall under the thumb of the clubhouse proprietor so it's like going from the frying pan into the fire with this alternative. Only the wiser young lady who stay clean come out of the former side and break dance completely free.

The string choice deals are shorter in clip but by sheer loudness in black dick. A missy who has a gear ran on her sucking and fucks tons of contraband dick in very boastfully gangbang academic term. It's More than one happening, and it's all done within a thirty-day period. So, it's three to five trains with an unlimited number of black men in a month's time. It's defrayal on steroid hormone, and the fille who chooses this option is usually finished with the gym and collection visit. They are told that the men are all clean but the true be told that would aim money to set up and Flash isn't bankrolling any STD examination. It's a free for all with many endangerment and most charwoman shy away from this option.

The auction bridge option is basically the sales event of your debt and dead body to another party. That one has the doubt of clock time served and/or overall situation with your new creditors. Elena has been briefed on all of the alternatives and she has decided to stay within her flow syllabus, the two gym visits and the one collection night. The position quo is never ending and she'll most likely be beholden to the gym the residuum of her life.

Elena realizes this but she is well-chosen with her set-up so it's a moot degree. To do that though, she must also help with enlisting. Once twinkling gets you into soma, you are asked to recruit other white women for gym rank. When it was explained to her, it was presented to her as linguistic rule # 5 : A woman ain't complete, unless she spreads the word. Basically, she's expected to lend former white women into the program just like her ally 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 missy really, somebody that Elena can easily sway to do anything, given that she has taken her under her wing. Molly isn't fat or out of shape at all, and she wouldn't need a gym membership anywhere, but she's beautiful and she'll be just what ostentation has ordered.

The End