The cab number one wood watched hungrily as the umbrella holding Elena Kane stepped over the puddle at the base of the AMEX on her way from his cab to the entrance of the gym. The old black man had been stealing looks at the now flimsy and pretty Hawaiian beauty the whole ride in his rear-view mirror as she sat with her long beautiful legs crossed exposing her pep pill thigh in the back up prat of his cab. One last aspect at those stage as they sashayed into the building was sure enough to provide some decent spank-bank material during a few future tense rub and tug sessions for the old black man.

Elena wasn't always this fit though. In fact, she was a good 75 pounds overweight for about of her adult life. The 32-year-old beauty had spent the past twelvemonth working out at Flash's Fitness manufactory, adhering to a stern and unequaled physical fitness regimen that has allowed her to cast the pounds systematically and shape Elena's body into a curvy delight to any man's eyes.

Growing up in Hawaii and raised by a Polynesian female parent and a Caucasian language father, the 4'10"inadequate daughter with the middling face and dark short hair was always tragically overweight. At her heaviest, Elena would tip the scales at 187 British pound which given her short height would construct her look like a roly-poly piddling orb of flesh. It always was a major beginning of Elena's low self-esteem because she truly wasn't really a lumbering eater. The food she ate wasn't the levelheaded but it wasn't like she was frequenting the tight food drive-thru either.

Elena's free weight was also a John Major problem in her three-year betray marriage too. Her now ex-husband Peter used to taunt her mercilessly and cruelly which culminated the doomed union into divorce. She was 26 at the metre and Aloha State became a place that Elena just didn't want to be anymore. She decided to locomote to the mainland and ended up in an apartment in business district Los Angeles, and got a nice low-level job in a secretarial pool.

One day, Elena's new supporter from body of work Sherri Kimbelsen began raving about a unique and successful gym in the Willowbrook region that catered specifically to overweight cleaning lady, and helped them shed unwanted lbf.. Sherri seemed very intransigent about Elena giving this particular curriculum a try. The sell job was really aggressive and well-rehearsed.

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

Sherri :"fountainhead 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 weight unit. Then I went to fanfare Lyndon Johnson's gym and within hebdomad I looked like this."

She put her arms out in projection of her fit figure. Sherri was beautiful and looked as physically fit as a super-model would attend. Everywhere that she went men were always hitting on her. Elena never saw Sherri out with a man which was a petty odd, but she always would attract tending especially from the gaffer in work. She stood at 5'8 ”, 113 lbs. with 34-22-32 measurements, long blonde hair's-breadth halfway down her back, and the longest legs showcased by the type of in high spirits heels that she always wore. Sherri was a thunderbolt, the distinctive Cali smoking hot blond, and she always dressed that way too, wearing abruptly skirts and cleavage showing blouses.

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

Sherri :"end it ! You are a very pretty missy. All you've got to do is turn a loss the free weight. I'm telling you, go see Flash. He'll help you out. After a few week of his program you won't believe how great you'll feeling. It's a liveliness changer."

Elena :"Well, I DO have a service prison-breaking coming up. I suppose it can't distress to go check over it out."

In an effort to keep a freshly paradigm among their guest, the society that staffed the secretarial pool gave the ladies employed with them a yearly five-week holiday good luck. It was a nice welfare that wasn't common with early companies but it did wonders for the cleaning lady who worked for them. It also stocked their clients with a revolving door of fresh faces which made a clientele look like it employed a lot more people than it really had. It made them front successful.

Sherri :"Good idea ! Five 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 thin you better pick out me out to some clubs."

Sherri's nerve changed a little to a look of blackball surprise. Then she quickly smiled to overcompensate up what she was thinking. She knew that once Elena started the program that she wouldn't have any clip to go out to golf club and company. In fact, there was a lot that Sherri wasn't telling her that Elena would soon find out. Never-the-less, she promised.

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

That conversation was on a Midweek. The succeed Sunday break of day and a day into her divine service gaolbreak, Elena put on a pair of sweat pants and a loose-fitting sweatshirt and a pair of white snitcher. She decided to go to Willowbrook to match out Flash's gym. Twenty minutes later after exiting a bus and walking a few pulley, she stood in front of news bulletin's Fitness Factory. It was a very dingy looking place on the recess of an L-shaped miniskirt cartoon strip mall side by side to a flea-bitten booze store. The people on the street walking by her were all melanise, and standing there in her perspiration she indisputable stuck out like a sore thumb. Finally, she summoned the courage to go inside.

interior, there was a pipe down and deserted gym with a few rows of unlike workout automobile lined up. It was a pretty big room that had a big open surface area after the political machine, and way at the back of it all was a desk with a tall powerful black man sitting at it. Elena looked down at her infantry and swallowed, then walked through the empty gym towards the man. The squeaks on the floor from her snitcher echoed off the gym paries, but the big black man never looked up at her from his newspaper publisher until she was right in nominal head of his desk.

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

His interpreter was very husky and loud and it caught Elena off guard. She didn't know that Sherri had already told him about her. She stood there a bit nervous and a fiddling embarrassed and didn't say anything.

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

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

Flash :"Well fucking answer me when I ask you a question ! Now let me see, Sherri was right. You DO have a pretty face. Much prettier than well-nigh. Hold on a second… ..."

He bent down and reached into a small draftsman of the filing storage locker behind his chair and pulled out a pinko variation bra and shorts set with the gym's logo on them. He then turned back around and tossed them on the desk in front of Elena.

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

Elena tentatively picked up the apparel and walked slowly towards the locker elbow room. She wasn't expecting to start any exercise the first gear 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 neighbourhood ? Was this crude man decriminalize ? Elena's brain was racing.

Inside the storage locker room, Elena found an evacuate storage locker and then got undressed and began to put on the mutation bra first. Her 34D chest hardly fit in it and it barely stretched over her large nipples which were hard 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 merchantman of her dummy stuck out of it a little as well showing sizable under pinhead, and there just wasn't a way to stretch the material completely over them.

The short on the other hand were a unanimous other headache. She tried to put them on over her underwear but just couldn't because of the tight fit. She eventually decided to just take her panties 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 cockeyed and deep into her ass shot. She spent a few minutes trying to adapt the underdrawers in place but to no avail.

This guy can't be serious, can he ? These things were way too small. She turned and stared at herself in the mirror and the flab on her blazon ramification 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 lamp :"shit daughter, that towel has got to go."

Elena :"But Mr. Johnson, these things 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 surd facts. YOU are a fat gripe ! My job is to make you NOT a fat cunt ! Everything that you have tried on your own in the past obviously hasn't worked, because you are STILL a fat bitch ! Look at yourself…no affair what you've done to commute, you haven't ! That's why you are here ! You wan na continue being a fat cunt ? Then there's the shtup door ! Get the roll in the hay out and stop wasting my clock time ! You're at the first crossroad Elena, so, lay down up your mind right now !"

Elena was shocked by his dullness. But as mean as he was, he was right. Everything she had tried in the past to facilitate herself fall back weight had failed and failed miserably. She wanted to be slim down. She needed this and she knew it. Maybe this was a crossroads in her life and she needed to drop more time thinking on it all but standing in straw man of this big black and common gym flight simulator she felt blackjack and intimidated.

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

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

Flash :"Alright then. Sorry I yelled, but sometimes it's the lonesome way to get through to people. It won't be the first off clip I yell at you either. Get used to it, and please ask it all personal. The only way that you're gon na change your lifespan is to remember that your life story suck as it is correctly now. So, it IS personal. Let it cut through to your heart and together we will call on all this shit around ! Now, in the hebdomad to come you will do whatever I say, when I say it, and how I say it without any questions. I don't give a fuck what I ask you to do, you gon na do it ! Do you feel me ?"

Elena :"Y-yes."

split second :"near ! Now take that fucking towel off and prove me what I'm working with !"

She removed the towel and stood there pouring out of the cockeyed pink sports bra and shorts. heartbeat came around from his desk with a clipboard in his hired man and started to walk slowly around her with a look of study across his face. The man was huge. He was easily over six feet and his brawniness definition made him look very wide-eyed and imposing. The jersey and shortstop he was wearing were tight like another bed of skin spread over his dark-mocha colored body. The man was an Adonis. He then reached out and put his hand on her left breast which startled her a little.

flash lamp :"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 yearn nipples."

He rolled the nipple of her breast through the bra between his thumb and fore finger as he spoke. She could feel it getting even harder as a rush of electrical energy flooded through her body ; stimulated from his touch. He then walked behind her and gave her leave behind ass boldness a hard slap which not only burn but sent the aforesaid electricity, as well as pain in the ass, shooting frigid and tight through her.

Elena :"Ouch ! What was that for ?"

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

Elena :"Anal denseness ?"

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

What was he even talking about ? Anal density ? Elena began to feel a little discombobulate. She stood there watching this gargantuan black man circle her half naked soundbox making hands-on review of it, touching her in incompatible places, and scribbling things on his clipboard. It was a little bit humiliating and Wyrd, but for some unknown understanding to her it was also erotic which made no gumption. Next, he bent down in front end of her and put his forget hand in her genitals area. He dragged his fingers across her inner thighs and then across the material of the shorts against her pubic mound. The sexual electricity again raced through her blood. He was basically fondling her.

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

Elena removed her sneakers and walked over to the scale and stood on it. The digital issue above her drumhead read 181 dog pound. The identification number embarrassed Elena and Mr. Johnson's knockabout and mingy words didn't boost her self-esteem either.

Flash :"damn miss. Kane ! For a very scant woman that's a hell of a lot of weighting ! For a girl your height I could make TWO bitches out of all that flab ! I see that we got our oeuvre cut out for us. offset thing we gon na do today is the bike. Now, it's all set up to the specifications that I want for you. So, go on over and turn on that fucking bike for XXX minutes !"

Elena :"You mean…now ?"

Flash :"No…next week. YES, fucking now ! Get your white ass over there and do the thirty ! You're here to solve 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 type workouts. Being overweight that was apprehensible. 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 receive a big and powerful man forcefully separate her what to do. In some way it made her feel like individual cared about her, even if he was doing so with acute vulgarity.

trice :"Oh…and fille. Kane ; that's 30 straight minutes. Don't hitch for nothing ! You keep those pedal going non-stop. There's a gong that will telephone on the bicycle that will tell you when you are finished. Until you hear that bell…don't fucking period !"

Elena got on the wheel. The seat of it was a little bit high, and the handlebars were a bit lower making her body lean a lot forward. Mr. President Andrew Johnson obviously knew of her elevation because he had the bike set to her consistency precisely. She could reach the foot pedal and everything and aside from the berth forward and the tweediness of the pedals on her air feet, she felt pretty comfortable. She slowly started pedaling. There was some electrical resistance but it wasn't anything that she couldn't handle. After a few arcminute, she could really get down to sense the suntan in her leg, her articulatio coxae, and some spiritlessness on her fingers and arms. The sweat started to pour and Elena got into a expert riding rhythm.

By the twenty-minute mark, she started to huff and puff. Her legs were tired and she couldn't feel anything in her arms anymore. Now she was watching the timer silently cheering on the thirty-minute cross to come waiting for the end. She tried to think of other things. She thought about her friend Sherri and wondered how she happened to find oneself this finical gym. It didn't really weigh how Sherri found the gym she just looked amazing. Always tight beautiful and beaming. If Elena could work herself to even half the figure that Sherri was in, it would be a victory she thought.

The mo ticked down and finally the bell rang on the bike. She stopped pedaling and leaned back on the hindquarters. She felt spent as the lather poured out from every pore on her torso. She sat there for a few minutes waiting for the belief to fall in both her blazonry and wooden leg. Finally, she gingerly got off the bike and walked across the gym back to Mr. President Lyndon Johnson's desk where he sat reading his paper.

news bulletin :"Okay misfire. Kane, come on over to the work bench over here and let's see how very much weightiness you can press. We'll scratch with 5 reps of 25 pounds."

Elena :"Reps ?"

Flash :"Yeah motherfucker reps ! We work out here at Flash's Fitness manufactory ! This ain't like all those early fucking gym, those cookie cutting tool that have you just run on a salt mine and doodly-squat ! You're gon na exertion here young lady. Kane ! We got five week to whip your niggling fat person ass into shape, and we gon na do it ! You dig ?"

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

Flash :"Never fucking judgment how I know ! I know everything ! Always assume that I know everything ! I'm a motherfucking God to you and you will do whatever the fuck I say ! Now give me some repp on this here machine !"

Elena sat on the workbench and stretched out on it on her back. Her stage were still sore but her arms felt better than a few minutes ago. Flash stood near her head to spot her, and when she looked up, she glimpsed the big bulge emanating from his spandex shorts located almost right there about two invertebrate foot above her human face. It was impressively big and looked like he had a minuscule animal stuffed in his short pants. How big was this guy's penis ? She tried to not point out it, but wasn't achieving her destination. She continued to stare at it while she pressed the weights up and down. Five repp and done, and her eyes never left his bulge.

Flash :"Very undecomposed. Okay relax, I'm gon na up the free 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 cock got a lot closer to Elena's aspect. Close enough that she could reek the musky smell of it. It wasn't an unpleasant aroma, in fact, it was quite courteous and very pungent. Elena stared at it and could see the outline of its length through the spandex stuff. She could feel herself getting turned on.

Flash :"okay we're up to 40 pounds. hand me two bent of 5 repp with this weight."

She again started to lift the weights. It was a fiddling heavier with the extra lbf. but she pushed it up and down with proportional ease. The all prison term she couldn't go along her center off of the large spandex-clad piece of meat that was hanging in a black spandex hammock just above her look. Again, somehow, she got through it without incident.

ostentation :"Very effective misfire. Kane. okey, on this future set we are gon na examine your dexterity and power, as well as your abilities to concenter. Nothing should disquiet you from finishing your quest. The weight will stay the same but I want three lot of 10. Remember, DO NOT break your concentration."

Elena :"Okay."

Mr. Johnson walked to the other end of the bench down by her feet. He strapped both of her feet down at the ankles to each leg of the terrace. The bench was a piddling bit wider than a standard weight bench, about a good thirty inches wide which once her articulatio talocruralis were strapped down her wooden leg were fan out open to their maximum. He also fastened a strap around her waist locking her completely torso to the bench.

Elena :"Why are you doing that ?"

New York minute :"Wait…. What the fuck did you just say ? Is that a fucking inquiry ? What did we JUST establish about fucking query ?"”

Elena :"I…I didn't mean…"

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

She again took clutch 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 bureau up for the starting time metre, she then felt him touching her with his finger's breadth between her ramification. ‘ What was he doing ?'she thought. He was blatantly rubbing her purulent lips through the spandex and it actually felt very good. So beneficial that her organic structure started to react to his touch and her vagina started to get wet.

The feeling was amazing and very disquiet, and making it operose to do her reps, but she defiantly didn't let it break up what she was doing. Towards the end of the second set of 10 reps she arched her back as much as the strap around her waist would allow while Mr. Johnson dug his fingers into her vagina through her shorts. He even poked his finger into the material of the short pants and into her vagina a well inch or so too. Elena's button was responding to it and driving her nutcase, but she didn't break concentration which was pretty telling. He removed his finger's breadth from her genitalia surface area as she returned the bar back up to the rack.

Flash :"Very dainty young lady. Kane. You're a quick cogitation. loosen up a few to a greater extent mo, I'll be aright back."

Elena lay their flushed. Flushed because of her exercising 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 adjacent five minutes she relaxed and caught her breathing place and regained her calm. As her composure began to return, feelings of violation started to creep into her head. Did this man that she just met under an hr ago seriously just molest her ?

She thought again about her beautiful blonde situation friend. Was this how she too had gotten in shape ? A motion-picture show of Sherri lying on the weight workbench getting fingered by Mr. LBJ then fabricated into her mind and Elena's pussy started to leak out again. The thoughts of Sherri's beautiful legs tied down to the bench and Mr. Johnson fingering her supporter's kitty-cat made her stomach do flip flops too. She couldn't assistance but rub her own puss through her shortstop thinking about her hot friend going through the same experience. Before she knew it, Mr. Lyndon Johnson returned with a weird looking pull in his right mitt. She pulled her hand out from between her ramification and hoped that He hadn't seen what she was just doing.

fanfare :"Just relax Miss. Kane. I've got to have a few adjustments."

Elena :"Okay."

He again stood near her head and reached forward over the bench. This prison term his package was positioned a few in from her aspect, skinny than it was before. He then stepped back and pulled the side of the work bench and it rose about a metrical foot eminent from the floor with Elena still on it. By doing this, her legs pulled stringent towards the bottom of the bench because her groundwork were still tied to the legs of it and her foot backside rose from the gym floor. The simply persona of her metrical foot touching the floor now was her toes.

Mr. Johnson then made another adjustment behind her capitulum and the end of the bench went down a few in and her head 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 wide physical structure looked like it was on a rack being stretched and her brawniness in her hip legs and torso were expanded. She felt helpless without any way to move with everything tied down and stretched except for her arms.

Flash :"Okay, another two circle of 10 rep. Remember to never break concentration. cipher should progress to you finish your reps. And Miss Kane…also think of this……rule # 1 : A woman can't breathe if she can't expand."

She had no clue what he was talking about. linguistic rule # 1 ? What did that even have in mind ? Again, she started to do weighting reps with the bar It was a little more difficult with her pass 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 fourth dimension his bulge was completely hanging wanton out of his shorts. His stopcock was vast, 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 conclude her mouth but he pushed the brain of it past her backtalk and across her tongue.

Instinctively, she continued to rep the weightiness up and down while Mr. Johnson fed his cock deeper into her throat. The fact that she was tied down made it impossible to actuate away from him. Deeper and deeper he pushed his black bone into her mouth as she gagged and gasped for air. Her eyes started to H2O as well as he fucked her face with his tool. She lost counting on how many reps she was doing with the weightiness bar but she didn't think she should cease until she was told to.

After a in force ten minutes, she felt his cock scratch line to pulsate and then a few seconds later she could taste his sperm as it filled her mouth and drizzled down her opened-up throat into her breadbasket. Between her legs was becoming a drenched lot. Mr. Johnson pulled out from her back talk and then helped her place the weights back up on its bearer on the car. She just lay there trying to view her breath for a few second. Her arms felt like jelly and her mouth felt sore and stretched. She still could taste the salty taste of sperm cell in her mouth which was better tasting than she expected it to be. Then after a few minute Mr. Johnson untied her ankles from the bench.

Flash :"okay Miss Kane, I've got a feeling of what your full program is gon na be. You may go alteration 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 flaccid spermatozoan dripping penis back into his drawers. Elena stared at him for a few seconds as he sat there reading his newsprint. She wiped the cum from her lips with the rachis of her hand before silently getting up and heading into the locker elbow 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 fervor inside her belly looking to give her new ‘ trainer'a piece of her creative thinker. How daring 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 household Elena made a accord with herself that she would not return to the gym and that she might even cover Mr. Andrew Johnson to the police.

That night she thought long and hard about what had happened. She started to remember about how she allowed Mr. Johnson to bang her mouth and didn't try at least once to stop him. She thought about how her body felt and how wet it all made her between her wooden leg. She thought about the musky olfactory property and the flavour of his balls 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, remorse, and a bit of ire, she was unconsciously rubbing at her kitty-cat again, working her fingers while she lay with her legs splayed wide across her bed.

Then her mind started to fill with questions again. How could he have got taken advantage of her like that ? Maybe this guy was not being straight with her and decided to displume a profligate one on a new girl. Did Sherri know about any of this ? Maybe he had no intention of helping her get fit. Maybe this was all a big scam. Could she honestly go back there in the break of the day ? She wasn't thinking heterosexual. Her optic started to shut down and before long she fell fast asleep.

The next daybreak Elena woke up early, showered and groom and got on the bus for Willowbrook. Her sleeve still felt a little sore but her anger was completely gone and it was replaced with anticipation. It was almost like her night's eternal sleep had erased all of Mr. Johnson's harassment and had replaced it all with workout eagerness. She got to the gym at 7:54am and waited for him to go far. He showed up about 12 transactions late and he was carrying a shopping bag.

Flash :"undecomposed morning Miss. Kane, how did you sleep ?"

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

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

Elena :"Oh ? There's more ?"

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

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

New York minute :"Judging by yesterday, it's obvious to me that your niggling friend Sherri didn't fill you in on completely everything about this syllabus. You see, she did you no favor by keeping you in the dark like this so here it is straight up. The secret to helping white women lose exercising weight is Diet, usage, and well-nigh importantly, sex with black cock. zip but big bootleg dick and plenty of it."

Elena sat there with a scandalize looking on her case. She felt a little bit like she was being hoodwinked but she sat in secrecy. Any courageousness that she had built up the day before dissipated so making a big objection fell by the waist slope. Besides, her soundbox was giving her the ‘ turned on'signals again which made things very confusing.

Flash :"missy. Kane, I can see by the look on your face that you are conflicted. Once again, I will give you the out. But this is your last probability. If you feel that you just can not continue this program then there's the fucking door ! Be gone with you ! Take your part of shit fat organic structure and get the fuck out ! Or…you can stay and we can uphold. You have mere seconds to decide."

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

twinkling :"Alrighty then. You are now fully in. Starting today, you will be on a nonindulgent dieting. The solitary thing you may drink from now on is water and melanize cum. And I don't care how very much piddle you drink, or how much total darkness cum you swallow. Everything else…including coffee…is out and off limits as of rightfulness now. And let's face it, there's a lot of protein in inkiness cum too !"

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

fanfare :"Now, for the meal. You are only allowed to eat twice a day. In the morning for breakfast you may have some oatmeal. This oatmeal right 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 bars that were wrapped in blank Patrick Victor Martindale White wrappers.

newsflash :"Either eat a trough of burgoo, or eat a nookie rolled oats bar ! Either way, that's all you are allowed to eat in the morning before you come here. For dinner ? Again, the fucking oatmeal ! No meat, no veg, no fruit, no fucking bread, nothing else ! A few hebdomad of this dieting and the employment we will do here, and you will recede some weightiness pretty fucking fast ! Then we can act upon on your definition. Understand ?"

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

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

He handed her another sports bra and shorts set with the gym logo on them only this set was yellow. She walked to the locker way to change into them. Once again, the bra was very blotto and her big chest were pouring out of it. The shorts though, the shorts were crotchless. It wasn't even a true up crotchless distich of shorts, the porta looked like it was ripped assailable or maybe had been split open by someone else. She tried to wear her panties on beneath them but it just wouldn't fit. There wasn't anything that she could do. And asking Mr. LBJ about them was a no-no, so she just put them on and returned to the gym.

Flash :"Looking honorable in yellow fille. Kane. See that mat over there in the corner ? The amobarbital sodium one ? Go over there, and give me three sets of 10 sit-ups and then three solidifying of 10 push-ups. We are on a time docket so don't shtup around !"

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

trice :"TW ! Just the man I wan na see. arrive over here man."

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

Tony :"Hey New York minute, see ya got another one."

flare :"Yup. Friend 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 :"fountainhead, I'm supposed to hook up with Orville tonight…."

fanfare :"well fuck nigga ! Bring him along with ya ! The Thomas More the merrier. You know that."

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

The two black men laughed and senior high school fived each former. Then they went outside. Elena could see their silhouettes in the big frost mental picture windowpane of the gym. She didn't know what they meant but she did actualize 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 expanse. It felt commodity and cool. As she got close to the end of her concluding set, Mr. Dr. Johnson returned to the gym.

Flash :"Miss. Kane, today we're gon na do some more bike piece of work, with a kink. You see, if you're gon na be taking some dark pecker between those leg, then we're gon na have to open your bullshit up a bit. This bike is a minuscule different from the one you rode yesterday. ticker this…you're gon na love this shit !"

She followed him over to the exercise bike which had a turgid smuggled tarpaulin over it covering it completely. He removed the tarp and the foremost thing that Elena noticed was the head of a large contraband dildo poking out from a gob in the centre of the bike's seat. The gear wheel connected to the pedals was extra-large too.

Mr. Johnson then reached down and pedaled the foot pedal with his hired hand a few gyration and the dildo slid up and down through the bicycle seat. The dildo was a good ten inches and almost all of it came through the seat during one wheel rotation. Elena was expected to take almost the whole thing while pedaling a steady rhythm on the bike.

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

Elena :"Y-Yeah."

She took the bottle of lubrication that Mr. Johnson handed her and splooged a generous amount of it into her hand. She figured as long as he was offering, she was going to make this task as easy as possible. She reached down with her lube filled palm and spackled it between her legs and generously into her vagina. After wiping her custody with a towel, Elena climbed up on the bike and positioned her body over the hole in the posterior. She moved the foot lever a short with her allow for foundation and eased the dildo up about two column inch into her well lube pussy.

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

instant :"Well, that's how big coon is too ! Sometimes even expectant ! We got ta open that box up if we're gon na sharpen pencils in it, if you get my gallery ! Now, 30 instant non-stop. You know the exercise. Don't stop until you hear the bell."

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

Elena :"Ahhh piece of ass ! Oh my God ! It's so big ! It's deep ! It's fucking deep ! Oooohhhhh ! Oooohhhhh ! piece of 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 footing on the pedals during her culmination but caught herself. The dildo was reaching parts of her uterus that nothing ever had before. Without sympathy, the thick Shirley Temple latex galosh dildo opened up her vagina wide with both hurrying and major power. Elena's eyes rolled back in her chief and she came hard again.

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

Mr. President Lyndon Johnson ignored Elena's sexual cries. He just sat there at his desk reading his newspaper while she rode the wheel and had her kitty gaped open by the dildo. The thirty proceedings final came to a close and the bell shape rang signifying her to break which she did. She came four total times during the whole exercising. Elena's wooden leg were extremely fallible but she managed to rise off of the bike and then take the air bowlegged over to Mr. Johnson's desk. He looked up at her and smiled.

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

The tired and sexually flushed Elena stood over the bench and positioned the bar behind her neck opening then did five perfect knee bend facelift. Each time she squatted down, the pull stuff of her boxershorts between her branch would flourish out and her full gaping vagina poked out and was seeable to anyone who could see it. The air conditioning blew up her twat and sent a aplomb quiver up her spine.

Flash :"Very good. OK rest a few minutes and we'll do another 10. This time we'll add ten More pounds."

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

Flash :"Hmm young woman. 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."

instant :"I bet you can't wait to induce a actual grim shaft up inside your kitty-cat huh ? I bet you'd LOVE that !"

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

Elena :"Y-Yes ! I do ! I'd love a black-market stopcock inside my pussy !"

Flash :"Yeah I knew that ! All you mother fucking lily-white lady friend want some black dick !"

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

blink of an eye :"Take a schnorchel while I set up the next task."

She watched on with her hands on her waistline flushed from the squat face lifting but also from the work that Mr. LBJ did with his fingers in her vagina. It was an odd belief to be both blown up from physical exertion and sexually charged up at the Sami clip. It made her blood pump faster than she ever felt it through her heart.

Elena watched on as Mr. Andrew Johnson repositioned the work bench in the weight area. The dumpy thrust weight bar was still hanging there on its pivot high up on the auto. He then lowered the setting closer to the mat and then added another 10 Lebanese pound to each slope bringing the entire weight on the bar to 55 pounds.

She then watched as he pulled his t-shirt and then his shorts off. Mr. President Johnson now stood there completely naked in front end of Elena. His peter looked tilt hard and it was pointing a good ten inches from his ball out straight in the direction of her.

newsflash :"Miss. Kane, I'm gon na lie down flat on the terrace and you are gon na range my body and jack under the system of weights bar. As soon as I get inside your pussy, I want you to do your exercising weight squats up and down. Understood ?"

Elena :"Yes."

Flash :"And young woman. Kane, dominion # 2 : A woman can't rising slope to the occasion if she hasn't been down first."

Mr. President Johnson then lay down on the mat. Elena put both her wooden leg around his physical structure and then took the weightiness onto her neck. It was much heavier and she strained a little to harbour it in place and to hit her footing. Everything was measure correctly and adjusted to Elena's small stature and for the chore she was about to do. She squatted down and held her spot right above Mr. Samuel Johnson's private parts arena. She then felt him rubbing his peter against her dripping wet snatch sassing and after a few minute he pushed the head of it into her. She let out a loud moan.

Elena :"OHHHHH ! ! ! ! !"

It felt so good to have a man's hammer up inside her again. Her ex-husband had about six column inch and he only ever was inside her for to a lesser extent than three minute of arc before he came every meter that they had sex. Mr. Andrew Johnson's cock far ceded her ex in both distance and girth. She felt fully and stretched from the dildo fucking before, and now Mr. Johnson was pumping her undetermined again with his heavy black cock. He worked it in a piddling deeper while Elena squatted there holding the 55 Pound above her body.

Once things were all set and copacetic, he gave her the go ahead to start out her thrusts. Up and down she started to crowd the weight, and in and out Mr. Dr. Johnson's tumid black cock went into her pussy. Elena's knees started to shake a little and she repositioned her bare feet plane on the floor which made Mr. Lyndon Johnson's prick invade deeper into her womb.

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

The strait of flesh slapping against flesh, weights clanging and battering, and Elena's cries of pleasure echoed throughout the vacant gymnasium. Mr. Johnson had his blazon spread out, fix to spot any mistakes with the weight. Women in the past had been so overcome with pleasure that they had given out and he learned the hard way to not trust them during this exercise.

Up and down Elena continued. Again, she lost counting on her thrusting and to the highest degree definitely did more of them than was required. She came hard a few meter but never lost her assiduity on the free weight. Not long after that, Mr. Johnson grabbed her rosehip and pulled her completed down onto his cock and he shot a turgid load of black cum deep up into pussy which stopped the thrusts and made both of them scream out in pleasure.

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

flashing :"We are finished for the day misfire. Kane. cum back tomorrow at 8am, and remember, restrain to the diet. One more affair ; tonight, do some shaving. Remove everything from your legs, forearms, underarms, and of course, shave your kitty-cat area completely. I don't want to see any tomentum on your body anymore except for your head. Understood ?"

Elena :"Yes Mr. Johnson."

trice :"adept ! 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 secure workout again. As she sat there on the bus for home, there was an older disgraceful man sitting across from her who stared at her the entire time. It was like she had ‘ inkiness cock strumpet'stenciled across her brow, like he knew what she'd been doing all day. She went abode, ate, and then ran the pee in the bathtub. She then shaved her dead body in all the places that Mr. Johnson instructed her to. The hardest was the tomentum just above her ass gap but with the avail of a mirror she got it done. That dark she slept well.

The next day, day three of the plan, Elena arrived at the gym and went inside. She didn't see Mr. Samuel Johnson yet so she just stood there in movement of his desk almost at aid waiting for him to derive from wherever he had gone. Then she heard a boot 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 hung it out balls and all exposed.

instant :"Oh Miss. Kane, you're here. Why don't you come on over here and strip the urine from my cock with your mouth ?"

Without hesitation, Elena walked over to Mr. Johnson and got down on her knee joint. She took his rooster in her correctly hand and lifted it up and then popped it into her mouthpiece and began to wet-nurse on it. From behind her, she heard the gym door open again and then find out some footstep. It was Orville Jefferson, another one of Mr. Johnson's men. Orville was grandiloquent and thin and had blotchy skin especially on his font. He wasn't ugly, but it was clear that he had a skin problem. Mr. Johnson looked up when he heard him.

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

OJ :"You know how it is !"

New York minute :"Did you go with TW the other night ?"

OJ :"Yeah man ! We stretched that Theodore Harold White bitch out pretty beneficial ! She a fucking nut ! Licking our asses and everything ! I never had no female parent fucking charwoman lap up my ass before !"

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

Elena listened attentively from her articulatio genus in front man of them while she continued to lactate on Mr. LBJ's tool. She was gagging a little trying to get most of it into her throat. She thought about Sherri and how it must have looked to see two black men fuck her. Their dark bleak cutis as they pumped their black cocks in and out of her friend's Mexican onyx complexion, it must have got been a peck to behold.

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

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

OJ :"shag yeah Nigga ! Let me get some of dat shit !"

Elena watched from the niche of her eye as Orville pulled his cock out from his trousers. It was another big monster and the skin of it was blotchy just like the remainder of him was.

Flash :"Miss. Kane you're gon na sop up OJ here's cock too."

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

OJ :"Oh red cent ! Is this bitch a addict too ?"

twinkling :"wellspring, we haven't figured that shit out yet. She only been here a pair of solar day and she's done good so far. Was gon na deliver her do some more weights but, we could have it away her right now if you want ?"

Elena's eyes widened. These two guys were gon na have intercourse her today. Her pussy started to water again at the mentation of being in a threesome. She was now gon na get firsthand business relationship of what had happened to Sherri a few nighttime ago. She didn't know whether to be afraid or to be excited, and verity be told, it was a toss-up on both.

OJ :"underworld man, I'm always down for some White River pussy."

flashbulb :"Alright miss. Kane. Looks like your workout today just took a detour. admit them clothes off and conform to us over there on the mats."

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

Flash :"Very squeamish Miss. Kane. That's what I meant about no haircloth. You got it ! Now recall to always be shaved like that ! I don't wan na ever see or find stubble either. Even if it means shaving every mother fucking night !"

She smiled and nodded then got down on the lustrelessness on her knees between them both and recommenced with the earlier blowjob, making sure enough to rotate her mouth from cock to cock. They did that for a while before Mr. Johnson lay down on the mat and Elena crawled between his ramification 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 puss !"

Orville did just that, pounding her puss from behind as she blew Mr. Lyndon Johnson. They fucked her for a commodity hour in different positions, with both men filling her backtalk and slit with copious quantity of black cum. Orville was the first to nut in her backtalk which tasted very unfermented to Elena. When they finished, she was left a sticky mess and she was told to go and houseclean up. When she returned to the gym, she was still naked. Orville was gone and Mr. President Johnson was standing over by his desk.

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

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

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

Elena :"Yes."

Flash :"proficient ! Now give me four lot of sit-ups and push-ups and then get your fucking ass out of here !"

Elena did her usage then left. She stopped at an old out of the way Rix chemist's shop that had changed its name to Gary's Drugs, but you could still see the old faded Rix signboard up on the top of the construction. She asked for and bought a top of the note reusable enema kit. It cost her $ 30. She went home ate, showered, then used the enema kit to flush her asshole out. Even though she had always been overweight Elena only defecated once every three solar day so it wasn't a big job 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 diddlysquat lifts. She worked out a honorable four hours but she didn't get any shameful turncock or even a black dildo. On day five it was some more of the same. At the beginning of day six Mr. Andrew Johnson outlawed clothing.

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

At this point nothing that Mr. Johnson asked Elena to do she questioned. She quickly went to the locker room and took off all of her clothing. When she returned, Mr. Johnson was completely naked as well. But as she walked out into the middle of the gym, she saw two more naked calamitous men sitting around the weight unit area. This was a get-go and Elena felt immediately self-conscious. Her inherent aptitude was to cover herself up with her branch but she quickly removed them knowing that doing so would get her yelled at.

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

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

They were both very intimidating looking. The light man was about 5'9 ”, and he had dreadlocks and looked like and sounded like he was Jamaican. His stocky gruff whiskers was scary and the simply thing that he was wearing was a long gold strand around his neck. He was sitting on a system of weights judiciary and his lengthy wide fateful tool was hanging down like the lingua from a church service bell. His name was William Curtis Struthers. His cock was the widest penis that Elena had ever seen. It looked like a expectant burnt kielbasa sausage hanging over the meat counter of a deli.

The other man was another guy well over six substructure like Mr. Samuel Johnson. His name was Nick Anvayney. His public figure rhymed perfectly with the nickname they all gave him ‘ Thick N'Veiny'because of the ten-inch very thick peter with pronounced vein when it was hard that he had hanging between his knees. dent's drear black pelt only made it that more intimidating. They were two more employees of Mr. Johnson's gym, both certified athletic trainers.

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

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

Flash :"See today we all gon na break off 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-time. Now she was being expected to take three black cocks up there. Three very large black shaft. She didn't daring express her displeasure though. She just swallowed her fears and went with it.

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

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

heartbeat :"Nope ! You're gon na drive the dildo bike for 30 minutes. We got ta afford that ass and get you loosened up. After that, you'll seminal fluid over to the judiciary. It's already set up. Basically, you gon na get in the doggie over that pad there. The coil bar has the weight set up on the other side. The only if instruction I got is don't start the curls until we get in. Then continue the curls without stopping. We gon na work both the glute muscles and the arms during this exercise. dominion # 3 : A woman ain't flexible, if she's too tight. Understand ?"

Elena :"Yes. I understand."

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

The three of them started laughing. Elena ignored the laughter and got herself prepare to ride the dildo bike anally. She spackled her asshole with lubricating substance and then climbed up on the bike 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 soundly three minutes, but she finally got the mind of it past her O-ring.

Elena :"Ohhhhhh God ! Wow that hurts !"

She then worked the pedal back and forth some more trying to get the lube to deplume it in deeper and make things more comfortable. Her ass would always labor up off the posterior whenever the dildo came up. Finally, she was able to lick it in and out without it hurting. She started the bicycle and began pedaling. The rubber shaft went oceanic abyss into her ass and back out with fastness causing her to rise up from the seat and cry out each metre but she didn't check and the dildo never left her ass.

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

As she worked the pedals on the motorcycle, she glanced over at the three men who were sitting around watching her and jerking off. At the ten-minute Deutschmark her asshole was better acclimated and the screw began to feel very good causing her puss to urine profusely again. It was like the dildo was sawing her in one-half between her branch, pushing her anal cavum unfold 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 proficient six inches deep. Elena was enjoying her ass piece of ass and couldn't wait to feel warm survive penises in her ass. She squealed and squirmed and screamed riding the motorcycle faster and making the men harder than rocks. Finally, the bell rang on the cycle signifying the end of the ride.

Curtis popped up from his tail end and picked Elena up off of the bike like she was a feather and then carried her over to the free weight bench. On the bench, Elena positioned her knee joint apart so that her legs were opened all-inclusive and set her elbows up on the pad and hooked her digit around the weight bar.

flashgun :"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 terrace behind her while Flash worked some more lubricating substance generously between Elena's bunt cheeks. The lubrication gel was very cooling and it felt good. twinkling's finger felt dependable as well as he rubbed it as deep into her asshole as he could get it. He also brushed his finger across her wet cunt a few times as well.

snick took some lube too and coated his ten-inch-long blackness mamba. Once it was coated, she felt him getting closer to her and getting into posture behind her ass. With his right hired hand resting on the base of her spine, she started to feel the press of his cock as he pushed it against her anal cavity.

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

Just then William Curtis came to the correctly position of her and pulled her head towards him and bond his widely stopcock near her lips.

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

She opened her oral cavity and tried with limited winner to stretch along her lips over the head of it. William Curtis'peter was only semi-hard and it was too big for her mouth, how in the hell was he gon na get it into her asshole ? She could sense her jaw spreading wider as he pried receptive her back talk with each thrust of his cock. It was finally into her oral cavity at least two in and she could sense it poking at the back of her mouth. While her tending were diverted by the inconceivable face piece of tail that she was getting, ding had a beneficial four inch of his own cock pushing in and out of her tight asshole.

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

trice :"Alright Curtis get the screw 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 great. She steadied her hands on the exercising weight bar and started to do her curlicue while Nick fucked away at her ass. It truly was a sight. Elena could feel the burning from the weight in her biceps and her shoulders, as well as the imperativeness from Nick's hot hammer as it probed inscrutable and deeper into her anus.

Five proceedings like that before Curtis finally pulled out and shoot a thickset sticky load up Elena's back. It was the first off time a man had shot his sperm on her back and it felt very warm but messy. nick put it back in her ass for a yoke of more pumps before moving away. The whole sentence Elena never stopped curling the weights. Flash was next to fuck her whoreson. Which he did for the next seven minutes or so before pulling out and tagging off to Curtis. Elena's affection started to beat faster and she got understandably spooky knowing that Curtis was taking his bout next.

Curtis began feeding his wide monster in and it felt like someone was trying to split her consistence open with a drainage tobacco pipe from under a cesspool. She'd already been opened up by a bicycle dildo, and then two cocks that were well lubed, and Curtis was now making it sense like it was all beginning again. Each knife thrust in jimmy her asshole rampart farther apart.

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

He gaped her ass exposed for the next ten second before finally flooding his load into her anus. Then it was Nick's turn again. Each man took three turn of events total, all the spell Elena continued doing curls with the weights. Finally, after they all were finished flare 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 refill her electrolytes. Elena felt honorable. Tired but honest. At least the veneration of getting fucked in the ass were now over. And Truth be told, she rather liked bear a bombastic cock deep up in her son of a bitch. It was only 10:30am though which was still early, something that Mr. President Johnson realized as well.

Flash :"Miss Kane, I'm gon na give ya another ten minute of arc to reside, but your day today isn't over by a yearn snap. 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 surprisal. Elena was hoping that her workout was gon na be done for the day. Her ass was fucked open well and her limb felt like jelly. Now she was going to be triple teamed, another first for the pretty little Hawaiian. She defied her debilitation and met his question with counterfeit eagerness.

Elena :"for sure ! Whatever you say."

They sat around for another ten minute before Elena was told to join them on the mats. Flash lay down and told her to transfix her snatch on his cock, which she did, and then Curtis got his astray dagger back into her bastard. Nick stuck his putz into her mouthpiece and they triple teamed her for the succeeding time of day and a half, switching seat when necessary.

They filled all of her holes with some more Black person 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 tight shower before getting dressed and leaving the gym.

The adjacent day was day seven. Elena had done a full week of Flash's computer programme. She weighed in at 181 when she first started, and a workweek later between the strict diet and the recitation she weighed in now at 166 lbs.

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

Elena looked in one of the uncut mirrors. He was right. Her body was starting to count a little less fat. There was a big smile on her face. She couldn't wait to get started on the day's workout. The endorsement week consisted of more fucking and More weights. They did the triple insight day once again, this sentence with flashing, OJ, and ding Anvayney.

On day xiv she began the day on the ordered series and her weight was now down to 143. She'd lost another 23 Irish pound and she turned and jumped into instant's arms and hug and kissed him on the cheek when she saw the totals.

Flash :"Alright Miss. Kane ! It's obvious that you are felicitous with your resultant. As you can see, in only 14 days of my programme, you have lost a wallop 38 Ezra Pound. Are you set to take it up another nick ?"

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

flash lamp :"That's what I want to hear ! Starting tomorrow we're gon na double your weights, sets, and time limitation. We're gon na shape those muscle and obviate the rest of that fat until you are lean and beautiful ! But that's tomorrow ! Today…today…Rule # 4 : A woman ain't truly fulfilled, unless she's sharing with many others."

The gym door on the far flop which was marked ‘ trainer's room'then opened and in walked OJ, dent Anvayney, TW, and Curtis Struthers. They were of course all naked and their semi-erect member were swinging between their leg as they walked. Elena was going to be gang banged by all five of them.

Flash :"Yes, today me and my male child are gon na sprain that piffling ass out. We're gon na open up all of them little Andrew D. White holes. With our cocks we're gon na Ezra Loomis Pound and tenderize your body and kick those unregenerate fat cells out of you ! We also gon na record it all for posterity."

Mr. Johnson pointed at the two nook of the gym where the mats were set up and there was a stationary camera in each set up near the ceiling. Standing in the recess was also a brusk skinny pitch-black charwoman named Tammie who was holding a manus held camera. It was explained to Elena that she was going to film a porno series called Hawaiian pleasure and that they were going to sell the tape measure to an adult website which would help pay for her gym membership fees. At this stage Elena didn't tutelage. Her pump was racing with anticipation of having sex with five black men in one session.

Flash :"OK then. Here's how everything's gon na go. first you are gon na get on your knees right on the Theodore Harold White tape recording in the center."

TW :"Yeah gripe ! X marks the post !"

newsbreak :"We will then record fifteen minutes of turn out blowjobs. After that, you will get on all fours and you will suck and be fucked until I say so. There will be a peter in your mouth and puss at all fourth dimension. Next, we'll do the Sami affair for a while but in missioner. Next, back on all fours and we'll takings turn of events gaping that ass. In the succeeding stage, all three muddle 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 paste ya eyes shut kick ! Ya hear dat ?"

Elena ignored TW's taunt and walked swiftly over to the mat and got down on her knees in the inwardness of it. All five men then surrounded her in a circle with their semi-hard black penises dangling in front of her face. For the next 15 arcminute she rotated her lip, tongue, fingers and decoration over all five total darkness cocks and globe feverishly, trying desperately to progress to them cum but to no avail. During this whole sequence, Elena's puss was poked and prodded with numerous dissimilar black fingers which made it sopping wet.

newsflash :"Okay gripe get on all fours ! We about to bust up that pussy now."

Elena wiped away the excess saliva from her face and then got on all fours between all of the men. Only a few week ago the pudgy Hawaiian girl was at maximal weightiness and sexually frustrated. Now she was 38 lbs. lightsome and overwhelmed daily by sex with black cocks. The five men took turns the future three time of day splitting Elena's pussy open with their with child shameful meat hammers. They also stretched her throat afford, filling her venter with gobs of black cum. Elena herself came numerous clip as the five black men fucked her kitty into the submissions of ecstasy.

After three time of day of purulent pound and backtalk fucking, they gave those holes a eternal sleep and focused on Elena's third input. She was again positioned on all tetrad and for the future hour and a half her ass was gaped spread by all five inglorious rooster, each one dumping a load of cum deep into her anus at least once. Elena could finger them entering the mysterious parts of her anal duct, stretching her rectum wider and wider. The interference from the photographic camera zooming in and out were more patronize during these role of the taping.

Finally, it was time to triple team all of Elena's holes and they basically took number doing that the rest of the day. Elena felt so loose but constantly wide-cut which defied logic. It wasn't until close to 7pm before they finally wrapped and Elena was told she could get dressed and go home. She was both emotionally and physically spent and that Nox she slept deeper than she ever had in her lifetime.

Over the next few workweek the days blended together, and Elena's workout got more physical. She could feel her dead body toning up and her hide getting nasty around her finger cymbals. Looking in the mirror, she now wasn't able to see any excess flab on her arms and pegleg and especially around her midsection. It was all evaporating quickly. By hebdomad's end Elena's weight was down to 120 pounds losing another twenty-three. week three was more of the Same with Elena doing all of the prior exercises at to the lowest degree twice more and on weight day she had lost another five pounds bringing her weight to 115. Between all of the piece of tail, the exercise, and the extreme oatmeal diet, Elena shed a humongous 75 pounding by the wide five weeks end. She now weighed in at a svelte 112 pounding, and looked absolutely amazing. The lilliputian Hawaiian girl was so happy.

month later, Elena still keeps to the political program. Now-a-days her exercise aren't as extreme and her diet is not as strict. She doesn't lift much weights anymore because her muscleman are now adequately toned. When she goes to the gym now it's only two metre a week and she goes for a few minutes on the usage motorcycle or the treadwheel and then some black cock fucking by Flash or one of the other trainers, or often a combination of whomever is present that day in the gym. The number of unlike pitch-black cocks that Elena has been with has ballooned beyond split second and his trainers. Sometimes Flash has extra black Edgar Guest who get to fuck her that day and then she never sees them again.

She's also visited at her apartment every Th nighttime by gym trainer Kerrel Saint Lawrence. K-Dawg bones Elena in all of her holes and whomever he brings with him Elena must make love them too. This is called collecting, and on collection day she must perform whatever sex act ( s ) that K-Dawg request of her. Elena has grown to enjoy the aid and looks forward to Th nights the most.

This is how she's able-bodied to pay for her gym time and the past debts that she has accumulated during the duration of the program. What Elena and every former woman who joins the political program doesn't know is that there isn't any end to it. The bursting charge are so steep that a girl never truly pays it off no matter how much sex that she has. Unfortunately, none of them figure it out until they are deeply in debt to it all and in most event, addicted to it anyway. The substitute requital plans have their pitfall too. The only three agency to block the hertz and make out out from under Flash's quarter round is what he calls dance, Train, or Auction.

Dancing is self-explanatory. Basically, the girl ends up stripping for a pre-determined period of time while still keeping up gym coming into court and collection Day. The payments are accelerated with all of her earnings sent directly to the gym, and the median fourth dimension to complete this alternative is usually a wide-cut year, sometimes more. By that time, most of the women end up addicted to drugs and end up becoming total fledged stripper the rest of their life sentence. They also fall under the thumb of the club owner so it's like going from the frying pan into the ardour with this pick. Only the wiser daughter who stay clean come out of the other position and break completely free.

The gear option muckle are shorter in time but by sheer loudness in black tool. A daughter who has a string ran on her sucking and fucks tons of smutty pecker in very vauntingly gangbang academic session. 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 calendar month's time. It's payment on steroids, and the young lady who chooses this option is usually finished with the gym and solicitation visits. They are told that the men are all clean but truth be told that would take money to set up and Flash isn't bankrolling any STD testing. It's a free for all with many risks and most womanhood shy away from this option.

The Auction option is basically the sale of your debt and body to another party. That one has the doubt of time served and/or boilersuit position with your new creditors. Elena has been briefed on all of the choice and she has decided to stay within her flow political program, the two gym visit and the one ingathering night. The condition 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 in time. To do that though, she must also facilitate with recruitment. Once Flash gets you into shape, you are asked to raise other white women for gym rank. When it was explained to her, it was presented to her as principle # 5 : A woman ain't complete, unless she spreads the word. Basically, she's expected to convey early White person adult female into the program just like her friend Sherri had done with her.

Elena's been talking to a new girl at the secretarial pool as of recent. Her name is mollie Donovan, a 21-year-old that just started working there only a few hebdomad ago. She's a wet-behind-the-ears little girl really, someone that Elena can easily persuade to do anything, given that she has taken her under her wing. mollie isn't fat or out of anatomy 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