The cab driver watched hungrily as the umbrella holding Elena Kane stepped over the puddle at the base of the check on her way from his cab to the entrance of the gym. The old black man had been stealing looking at the now dilute and middling Hawaiian beauty the whole ride in his rear-view mirror as she sat with her foresightful beautiful legs crossed exposing her speed thighs in the back seat of his cab. One lastly flavor at those branch as they sashayed into the building was sure enough to provide some adequate spank-bank textile during a few future rub and tug sessions for the old black man.

Elena wasn't always this fit though. In fact, she was a good 75 punt overweight for most of her adult life. The 32-year-old beauty had spent the past year working out at flashing's seaworthiness mill, adhering to a stern and unequaled fittingness regimen that has allowed her to shed the lbf. systematically and form Elena's body into a curvy pleasure to any man's eyes.

Growing up in HI and raised by a Polynesian female parent and a Caucasian begetter, the 4'10"short girl with the pretty typeface and nighttime poor hair was always tragically overweight. At her operose, Elena would tip the scales at 187 pounds which given her short stature would form her flavor like a butterball little orchis of flesh. It always was a John R. Major source of Elena's low self-esteem because she truly wasn't really a heavily eater. The food she ate wasn't the goodly but it wasn't like she was frequenting the fast nutrient drive-thru either.

Elena's weight was also a major problem in her three-year failed marriage too. Her now ex-husband Peter used to fluff her mercilessly and cruelly which culminated the doomed union into divorcement. She was 26 at the metre and HI became a place that Elena just didn't want to be anymore. She decided to affect to the mainland and ended up in an apartment in downtown Los Angeles, and got a nice subordinate job in a secretarial pool.

One day, Elena's new booster from workplace Sherri Kimbelsen began raving about a unique and successful gym in the Willowbrook area that catered specifically to overweight woman, and helped them spill unwanted pounds. Sherri seemed very adamant about Elena giving this specific program a try. The sell job was really strong-growing and well-rehearsed.

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

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

She put her weapon out in projection of her fit figure. Sherri was beautiful and looked as physically fit as a super-model would look. Everywhere that she went men were always hitting on her. Elena never saw Sherri out with a man which was a picayune odd, but she always would pull in attending especially from the bosses in work. She stood at 5'8 ”, 113 lbs. with 34-22-32 measurements, long blonde whisker halfway down her vertebral column, and the longest wooden leg showcased by the case of high dog that she always wore. Sherri was a thunderclap, the typical Cali smoking hot blonde, and she always dressed that way too, wearing short skirts and cleavage showing blouses.

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

Sherri :"Stop it ! You are a very passably girl. All you've got to do is lose the weight unit. I'm telling you, go see flashing. He'll aid you out. After a few week of his program you won't believe how great you'll look. It's a aliveness changer."

Elena :"Well, I DO own a service interruption coming up. I suppose it can't hurt to go break it out."

In an effort to hold a wise image among their clients, the companionship that staffed the secretarial pool gave the noblewoman employed with them a yearly five-week vacation break. It was a dainty benefit that wasn't vulgar with other society but it did wonders for the char who worked for them. It also stocked their node with a revolving doorway of freshly faces which made a clientele look like it employed a lot Sir Thomas More people than it really had. It made them take care successful.

Sherri :"goodness idea ! Five weeks of flashing 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 rent me out to some clubs."

Sherri's face changed a minuscule to a look of blackball surprisal. Then she quickly smiled to embrace up what she was thinking. She knew that once Elena started the computer programme that she wouldn't have any time to go out to clubs and political party. In fact, there was a lot that Sherri wasn't telling her that Elena would soon find out. Never-the-less, she promised.

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

That conversation was on a Wednesday. The observe Sunday aurora and a day into her service break, Elena put on a couple of elbow grease pants and a baggy sweatshirt and a pair of white sneak. She decided to go to Willowbrook to check out trice's gym. Twenty minutes later after exiting a bus and walking a few blocks, she stood in front of Flash's Fitness Factory. It was a very dingy looking post on the corner of an L-shaped mini landing strip promenade next to a run-down liquor storage. The people on the street walking by her were all black, and standing there in her sweats she sure stuck out like a sore thumb. Finally, she summoned the courageousness to go inside.

Inside, there was a quiet and deserted gym with a few rows of different workout machines lined up. It was a pretty big room that had a big give arena after the machine, and way at the back of it all was a desk with a marvelous powerful contraband man sitting at it. Elena looked down at her animal foot and swallowed, then walked through the empty gym towards the man. The narrow escape on the base from her sneakers echoed off the gym walls, but the big black man never looked up at her from his newspaper until she was right in front man of his desk.

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

His part was very hoarse 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 anxious and a piffling abash and didn't say anything.

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

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

jiffy :"well fucking answer me when I ask you a enquiry ! Now let me see, Sherri was right. You DO have a pretty fount. Much prettier than nearly. Hold on a second… ..."

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

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

Elena tentatively picked up the clothes and walked slowly towards the footlocker way. She wasn't expecting to start any exercising the first 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 locality ? Was this crude man legalize ? Elena's mind was racing.

Inside the cabinet elbow room, Elena found an discharge locker and then got strip and began to put on the summercater bra first. Her 34D boob hardly fit in it and it barely stretched over her large mammilla which were hard and predominantly poking through the fuddled pink spandex textile. It pushed her breasts up and together like a wonder bra would and pointed her rock-hard nipples straight forward which was a bit awkward and revealing. The backside of her bosom stuck out of it a niggling as well showing rich under boob, and there just wasn't a way to debase the textile completely over them.

The underdrawers on the other hired man were a unharmed other headache. She tried to put them on over her underclothes but just couldn't because of the blotto fit. She eventually decided to just remove her pantie and go ranger hoping that the gym well laundered its clothing. As she pulled the boxershorts up to her waist, she felt the keister of them wedge tight and trench into her ass chap. She spent a few minutes trying to adapt the shorts in place but to no avail.

This guy can't be serious, can he ? These matter were way too small. She turned and stared at herself in the mirror and the flab on her arms stage and stomach hung out from the miserly outfit and looked very uncomplimentary. She started to cry, which she did for the next five min. Finally, Elena composed herself and she grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself and walked back out to the gym. She stood at wink's desk again and when he looked up at her and saw the towel he started laughing.

photoflash :"hoot girl, that towel has got to go."

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

New York minute :"Miss Kane, it looks like I've got to be blunt. So here it is…the dusty knockout facts. YOU are a fat kick ! My job is to make you NOT a fat bitch ! Everything that you have tried on your own in the preceding obviously hasn't worked, because you are STILL a fat bitch ! Look 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 squawk ? Then there's the fucking door ! Get the fuck out and finish wasting my sentence ! You're at the world-class intersection Elena, so, lay down up your mind right now !"

Elena was shocked by his bluntness. But as mean as he was, he was right. Everything she had tried in the past to help herself drop off weighting had failed and failed miserably. She wanted to be sparse. She needed this and she knew it. Maybe this was a crossroads in her life and she needed to spend more than metre thinking on it all but standing in front of this big inglorious and coarse gym trainer she felt coerce and intimidated.

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

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

Flash :"Alright then. Sorry I yelled, but sometimes it's the but way to get through to people. It won't be the first off prison term I yell at you either. Get used to it, and please remove it all personal. The only way that you're gon na change your life is to commend that your life sucking as it is right now. So, it IS personal. Let it cut through to your heart and together we will turn all this shit around ! Now, in the hebdomad to add up you will do whatever I say, when I say it, and how I say it without any interrogative sentence. I don't collapse a ass what I ask you to do, you gon na do it ! Do you palpate me ?"

Elena :"Y-yes."

Flash :"unspoiled ! Now take that fucking towel off and shew me what I'm working with !"

She removed the towel and stood there pouring out of the fast pink sports bra and shorts. flash bulb came around from his desk with a clipboard in his mitt and started to walk slowly around her with a look of subject area across his face. The man was huge. He was easily over six feet and his musculus definition made him look very all-encompassing and imposing. The T-shirt and boxers he was wearing were tight like another layer of skin feast over his dark-mocha colour in soundbox. The man was an Adonis. He then reached out and put his bridge player on her left titty which startled her a little.

heartbeat :"hmm…I like these big ol'knocker. take in what happens to them when we tighten up this flabby physical structure. They gon na be poppin ’, especially these tenacious nipples."

He rolled the tit of her breast through the bra between his pollex and fore finger's breadth as he spoke. She could palpate it getting even harder as a Benjamin Rush of electrical energy flooded through her body ; stimulated from his contact. He then walked behind her and gave her result ass cheek a intemperate slap which not only sting but sent the said electricity, as well as pain, shooting cold and fast through her.

Elena :"Ouch ! What was that for ?"

news bulletin :"Relax babe. Just checking on your anal density."

Elena :"Anal density ?"

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

What was he even talking about ? Anal density ? Elena began to finger a little upset. She stood there watching this behemoth black man circle her one-half bare body making hands-on critiques of it, touching her in inappropriate blank space, and scribbling affair on his clipboard. It was a footling bit humiliating and weird, but for some stranger grounds to her it was also erotic which made no sense. Next, he bent down in front of her and put his remaining script in her crotch area. He dragged his finger's breadth across her inner thighs and then across the material of the shorts against her pubic hammock. The sexual electrical energy again raced through her rip. He was basically fondling her.

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

Elena removed her tennis shoe and walked over to the scale and stood on it. The digital numbers above her head teacher read 181 Egyptian pound. The routine embarrassed Elena and Mr. LBJ's boisterous and mean Logos didn't boost her self-pride either.

Flash :"darn fille. Kane ! For a very short char that's a hell of a lot of weight ! For a girl your acme I could hold TWO bitches out of all that flab ! I see that we got our work cut out for us. low 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 drive that fucking wheel for thirty moment !"

Elena :"You mean…now ?"

Flash :"No…next week. YES, fucking now ! Get your white-hot ass over there and do the thirty ! You're here to turn out and lose that fat, and to do what you're told ! In this gym I say and you fucking do ! Now go fucking DO what I just said !"

Elena reluctantly walked over to the bike. She hated doing cardio eccentric physical exertion. Being overweight that was understandable. She had never been yelled at by mortal as big as Mr. Samuel Johnson. It terrified her. It also turned her on a little to have a big and powerful man forcefully severalize her what to do. In some way it made her finger like someone cared about her, even if he was doing so with piercing vulgarity.

heartbeat :"Oh…and young lady. Kane ; that's XXX directly minutes. Don't arrest for cypher ! You keep those pedals going non-stop. There's a bell that will band on the bike that will separate you when you are finished. Until you hear that bell…don't fucking stop !"

Elena got on the bike. The seat of it was a little bit mellow, and the handlebars were a bit lower making her organic structure lean a lot forward. Mr. Johnson obviously knew of her height because he had the bicycle set to her eubstance precisely. She could reach the foot pedal and everything and aside from the positioning forward and the tweediness of the pedals on her bare invertebrate foot, she felt pretty well-to-do. She slowly started pedaling. There was some immunity but it wasn't anything that she couldn't hold. After a few second, she could really start to feel the suntan in her legs, her articulatio coxae, and some numbness on her finger's breadth and munition. The sweat started to stream and Elena got into a good riding rhythm.

By the twenty-minute mark, she started to chuff and pant. Her branch were tired and she couldn't smell anything in her arms anymore. Now she was watching the timer silently cheering on the thirty-minute gull to arrive waiting for the end. She tried to mean of former things. She thought about her friend Sherri and wondered how she happened to find out this detail gym. It didn't really weigh how Sherri found the gym she just looked astonishing. Always tight beautiful and radiant. If Elena could ferment herself to even half the shape that Sherri was in, it would be a triumph she thought.

The min ticked down and finally the Bell rang on the bicycle. She stopped pedaling and leaned back on the seat. She felt spent as the sweat poured out from every stomate on her body. She sat there for a few arcminute waiting for the feelings to return in both her arms and wooden leg. Finally, she gingerly got off the bike and walked across the gym back to Mr. Lyndon Johnson's desk where he sat reading his paper.

ostentation :"O.K. Miss. Kane, number on over to the Bench over here and let's see how lots weighting you can compact. We'll start with 5 reps of 25 pounds."

Elena :"Reps ?"

Flash :"Yeah motherfucker reps ! We work out here at wink's Fitness Factory ! This ain't like all those other fucking gyms, those cookie cutters that have you just run on a treadmill and diddlyshit ! You're gon na sudor here Miss. Kane ! We got five hebdomad to flog your footling Bucephela albeola ass into shape, and we gon na do it ! You dig ?"

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

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

Elena sat on the bench and stretched out on it on her back. Her legs were still sore but her arms felt better than a few minutes ago. Flash stood near her drumhead to recognize 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 human face. It was impressively tumid and looked like he had a small animate being stuffed in his short pants. How big was this guy's penis ? She tried to not remark it, but wasn't achieving her finish. She continued to stare at it while she pressed the weights up and down. v repp and done, and her eyes never left his bulge.

news bulletin :"Very good. okey relax, I'm gon na up the free weight a picayune bit."

He bent forward and reached around and added Sir Thomas More weight to the bar. As he did so, his spandex-clad dick got a lot airless to Elena's font. finis enough that she could smell the musky smell of it. It wasn't an unpleasant odor, in fact, it was quite overnice and very pungent. Elena stared at it and could see the outline of its length through the spandex stuff. She could finger herself getting turned on.

Flash :"okey we're up to 40 quid. Give me two Set of 5 repp with this weight."

She again started to elevate the weighting. It was a little heavier with the extra pounds but she pushed it up and down with relative simplicity. The unanimous time she couldn't keep open her eyes off of the large spandex-clad piece of meat that was hanging in a black spandex hammock just above her face. Again, somehow, she got through it without incident.

twinkling :"Very good misfire. Kane. okay, on this succeeding set we are gon na examine your dexterity and power, as well as your abilities to focus. nada should cark you from finishing your pursuance. The weight will delay the same but I want three sets of 10. Remember, DO NOT give out your concentration."

Elena :"Okay."

Mr. President Johnson walked to the other end of the bench down by her feet. He strapped both of her ft down at the ankles to each leg of the bench. The bench was a little bit encompassing than a criterion weightiness bench, about a good XXX inches wide which once her ankles were strapped down her pegleg were go around open to their utmost. He also fastened a strap around her waist locking her solid torso to the bench.

Elena :"Why are you doing that ?"

Flash :"Wait…. What the screw did you just say ? Is that a fucking question ? What did we JUST plant about fucking questions ?"”

Elena :"I…I didn't mean…"

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

She again took hold of the bar and steadied to do her reps. She erased the scolding that she had just gotten from her mind and readjust herself emotionally. As she pushed the bar from her thorax up for the number one time, she then felt him touching her with his digit between her legs. ‘ What was he doing ?'she thought. He was blatantly rubbing her pussy backtalk through the spandex and it actually felt very secure. So commodity that her eubstance started to respond to his skin senses and her vagina started to get wet.

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

heartbeat :"Very prissy Miss. Kane. You're a promptly study. Relax a few more arcminute, I'll be right back."

Elena lay their red. Flushed because of her workout and flushed because of the unscheduled fingering that she had just received. It had been a recollective while since a man touched her in that way. She almost forget how great that it felt. For the next five mo she relaxed and caught her breath and regained her equanimity. As her calmness began to refund, feelings of violation started to creep into her point. Did this man that she just met under an hour ago seriously just molest her ?

She thought again about her beautiful blonde office protagonist. Was this how she too had gotten in contour ? A picture of Sherri lying on the weight unit bench getting fingered by Mr. Samuel 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. Johnson fingering her Quaker's pussy made her tummy do flip flops too. She couldn't help but rub her own cunt through her shorts thinking about her hot champion going through the same experience. Before she knew it, Mr. Samuel Johnson returned with a unearthly looking wrench in his right-hand script. She pulled her hand out from between her leg and hoped that He hadn't seen what she was just doing.

Flash :"Just relax miss. Kane. I've got to make a few adjustments."

Elena :"Okay."

He again stood near her head and reached forward over the bench. This time his software program was positioned a few inch from her face, closer than it was before. He then stepped back and pulled the side of meat of the bench and it rose about a substructure higher from the floor with Elena still on it. By doing this, her leg pulled tighter towards the buttocks of the workbench because her feet were still tied to the legs of it and her understructure bed rose from the gym floor. The lone part of her pes touching the base now was her toes.

Mr. Johnson then made another adjustment behind her headspring and the end of the bench went down a few in and her headland 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 single-foot being stretched and her musculus in her pelvic girdle legs and torso were expanded. She felt helpless without any way to move with everything tied down and stretched except for her arms.

flashbulb :"okey, another two sets of 10 rep. Remember to never break density. Nothing should make you halt your reps. And young lady Kane…also call up this……rule # 1 : A charwoman can't breathe if she can't expand."

She had no clue what he was talking about. convention # 1 ? What did that even mean ? Again, she started to do weighting reps with the bar It was a little more hard with her head positioned lower than the way it was before. On the one-quarter rep, she heard Mr. Johnson moving around outside of her eyeshot. He then came into view only this time his bump was completely hanging open out of his shorts. His shaft was huge, a lot bigger than she had imagined it would be. Her eye got really big and before she could say anything, he took it in his manus and positioned it at her backtalk. She tried to shut down her mouth but he pushed the head of it past her rim and across her tongue.

Instinctively, she continued to rep the free weight up and down while Mr. Johnson fed his cock deeper into her pharynx. The fact that she was tied down made it impossible to move away from him. Deeper and deeper he pushed his Shirley Temple bone into her oral fissure as she gagged and gasped for air. Her eyes started to pee as well as he fucked her grimace with his cock. She lost count on how many reps she was doing with the weightiness bar but she didn't think she should block off until she was told to.

After a good ten moment, she felt his turncock start to throb and then a few seconds later she could savor his spermatozoan as it filled her mouthpiece and drizzled down her opened-up throat into her belly. Between her legs was becoming a swamp mess. Mr. Johnson pulled out from her mouthpiece and then helped her property the weight back up on its holder on the auto. She just lay there trying to enamour her breath for a few minutes. Her arms felt like jelly and her mouth felt sore and stretched. She still could taste the salty gustation of spermatozoon in her oral fissure which was better tasting than she expected it to be. Then after a few minutes Mr. Johnson untied her ankles from the bench.

ostentation :"OK young woman Kane, I've got a feeling of what your full broadcast is gon na be. You may go change and regaining tomorrow at 8am. Don't be late ! We've got a lot to overcompensate !"

He walked back behind his desk putting his now rapidly flaccid spermatozoan dripping penis back into his boxers. Elena stared at him for a few instant as he sat there reading his newspaper. She wiped the cum from her lips with the rear of her hand before silently getting up and heading into the cabinet way. As she got dressed, she couldn't believe that this man had just basically forced her to fumble 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 sacrifice her new ‘ flight simulator'a composition of her idea. How dare he, she thought. He was gone though. The unanimous gym was vacant. She knew that he must be around somewhere but where ? After a few to a greater extent transactions, she decided to just leave so she forgot about it all and left. On the way home Elena made a treaty with herself that she would not give back to the gym and that she might even report Mr. Andrew Johnson to the constabulary.

That nighttime she thought long and hard about what had happened. She started to think about how she allowed Mr. Johnson to fuck her mouth and didn't try at least once to finish him. She thought about how her torso felt and how wet it all made her between her wooden leg. She thought about the musky odor and the feeling of his balls as they pushed against her intrude and center as he pushed his pecker deep into her throat and came hard into her stomach. As she lay there with guilty conscience, self-reproach, and a bit of wrath, she was unconsciously rubbing at her pussy again, working her finger while she lay with her legs splayed astray across her bed.

Then her head started to sate with questions again. How could he have taken advantage of her like that ? Maybe this guy was not being straight with her and decided to attract a firm one on a new girl. Did Sherri get laid about any of this ? Maybe he had no intention of helping her get fit. Maybe this was all a big scam. Could she honestly go back there in the morning ? She wasn't thinking straight. Her eyes started to shut and before long she fell fast asleep.

The succeeding morning Elena woke up early, showered and dressed and got on the bus for Willowbrook. Her munition still felt a small sore but her choler was completely gone and it was replaced with anticipation. It was almost like her Night's sleep had erased all of Mr. Samuel Johnson's molestation and had replaced it all with physical exercise eagerness. She got to the gym at 7:54am and waited for him to get in. He showed up about 12 proceedings late and he was carrying a shopping bag.

flashbulb :"Good break of the day fille. Kane, how did you sleep ?"

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

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

Elena :"Oh ? There's more ?"

Flash :"Shit bitch ! We got a whole 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 first base clock time noticed that he had the typical black male person ass, high and shaped nicely. They sat down and he reached into his top drawer and pulled out some papers.

Flash :"judgment by yesterday, it's obvious to me that your piffling friend Sherri didn't fill you in on completely everything about this program. You see, she did you no favors by keeping you in the dark like this so here it is straight up. The secret to helping blank women miss weighting is Diet, physical exercise, and most importantly, sex with contraband cock. nada but big pitch-black pecker and lots of it."

Elena sat there with a dismayed look on her brass. She felt a niggling bit like she was being hoodwinked but she sat in silence. Any courage that she had built up the day before dissipated so making a big dissent fell by the waist side. Besides, her organic structure was giving her the ‘ turned on'signal again which made things very confusing.

Flash :"Miss. Kane, I can see by the look on your face that you are conflicted. Once again, I will gift you the out. But this is your last fortune. If you feel that you just can not continue this program then there's the fucking threshold ! Be gone with you ! Take your bit of hoot fat consistence and get the shag out ! Or…you can last out and we can keep on. You have simple seconds to decide."

Elena :"well, no. I really do call for 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 affair you may tope from now on is water supply and fatal cum. And I don't care how a great deal pee you drink, or how practically inglorious 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 black cum too !"

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

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

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

newsbreak :"Either eat a bowl of rolled oats, or eat a roll in the hay oatmeal bar ! Either way, that's all you are allowed to eat in the first light before you come here. For dinner ? Again, the fucking oatmeal ! No inwardness, no vegetables, no yield, no fucking bread, nothing else ! A few week of this diet and the oeuvre we will do here, and you will lose some exercising weight pretty fucking fast ! Then we can work on on your definition. realise ?"

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

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

He handed her another mutation bra and short pants set with the gym logo on them only this set was yellow. She walked to the locker room to vary into them. Once again, the bra was very pixilated and her big white meat were pouring out of it. The shorts though, the shorts were crotchless. It wasn't even a on-key crotchless twain of shorts, the opening looked like it was ripped open or maybe had been split receptive by someone else. She tried to fall apart 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 Miss. Kane. See that mat over there in the corner ? The wild blue yonder one ? Go over there, and impart me three stage set of 10 sit-ups and then three set of 10 push-ups. We are on a time schedule so don't fucking 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 marvelous and fit, and very hefty like Mr. Johnson. It was a man named Tony Wright. Tony was also a personal flight simulator and he worked for Flash. His muscles were a little more defined but that was because professionally, Tony also did some body-building.

jiffy :"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 arrive at a little more understanding of the whole place.

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

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

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

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

Tony :"Oh bullshit Orville would wish that ! okey, will do !"

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

trice :"Miss. Kane, today we're gon na do some more bike workplace, with a twist. You see, if you're gon na be taking some black tool between those legs, then we're gon na have to open your prick up a bit. This bike is a piddling different from the one you rode yesterday. sentinel this…you're gon na love this shucks !"

She followed him over to the employment bike which had a large black tarpaulin over it covering it completely. He removed the tarp and the beginning affair that Elena noticed was the school principal of a orotund black dildo poking out from a hole in the center of the cycle's seat. The power train connected to the pedal was extra-large too.

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

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

Elena :"Y-Yeah."

She took the bottle of lubrication that Mr. Lyndon Baines Johnson handed her and splooged a generous total of it into her hand. She figured as long as he was offering, she was going to make this labor as easy as possible. She reached down with her lube filled palm tree and spackled it between her legs and generously into her vagina. After wiping her hired hand with a towel, Elena climbed up on the motorcycle and positioned her consistence over the fix in the place. She moved the foot pedal a little with her pass on ft and eased the dildo up about two in into her fountainhead lube pussy.

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

flare :"Well, that's how big niggas is too ! Sometimes even handsome ! We got ta open that box up if we're gon na sharpen pencils in it, if you get my drift ! Now, thirty minutes non-stop. You know the drill. Don't stop until you hear the bell."

Mr. Johnson walked back to his desk. Elena becalm herself on the fanny and the pedals and then leaned forward to get the picture the handlebars. She then started to pedal and the dildo began pumping in and out of her twat with each rotation of the pedals.

Elena :"Ahhh nookie ! Oh my God ! It's so big ! It's deep ! It's fucking deep ! Oooohhhhh ! Oooohhhhh ! roll in the hay ! 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 climax but caught herself. The dildo was reaching parting of her womb that cypher ever had before. Without understanding, the thick black latex rubber dildo opened up her vagina wide with both fastness and top executive. Elena's eyes rolled back in her head and she came hard again.

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

Mr. Samuel Johnson ignored Elena's sexual cries. He just sat there at his desk reading his newspaper while she rode the bike and had her pussy gaped open up by the dildo. The thirty minutes final came to a close and the Alexander Melville Bell rang signifying her to stop which she did. She came four total metre during the solid workout. Elena's legs were extremely weak but she managed to climb 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 miss. Kane, back over to the system of weights bench. Now we are gon na do some 25-pound scrunch rhytidectomy. Basically, you will stand over the bench and hold the weights behind your head and push it up and down. Give me 5 of them proper now."

The tired and sexually flushed Elena stood over the work bench and positioned the bar behind her neck then did five perfective diddlyshit nip and tuck. Each time she squatted down, the ripped stuff of her trunks between her ramification would extend 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 shake up her spine.

Flash :"Very salutary. Okay 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 position and was told to do the next 10 set. On the second push up, she felt Mr. Dr. Johnson's finger's breadth probing between her legs again. This time he was capable to insert one deeper into her which he did. As she moved her eubstance up and down with the weight Mr. Johnson finger fucked her twat in and out.

fanfare :"Hmm Miss. Kane. That dildo really opened your poop 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 time lag to have a real number blackamoor cock up inside your pussy huh ? I bet you'd LOVE that !"

Elena began to breath heavy. More so in pleasure than in straining nuisance. Her legs started to feel like jelly and it was getting gruelling to parent the weightiness but she answered him.

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

ostentation :"Yeah I knew that ! All you mother fucking blanched girls want some Joseph Black dick !"

She ignored his insults and continued her set. When she finished the ten diddly-shit, she returned the weights to the auto then moved away from the terrace and walked around a little.

Flash :"Take a breather while I set up the future task."

She watched on with her deal on her waist flushed from the hunker lift but also from the oeuvre that Mr. Johnson did with his fingers in her vagina. It was an odd feeling to be both blown up from physical exertion and sexually charged up at the Lapp time. It made her blood pump faster than she ever felt it through her heart.

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

She then watched as he pulled his tee shirt and then his boxershorts off. Mr. Johnson now stood there completely naked in front of Elena. His cock looked rock hard and it was pointing a skillful ten inches from his balls out straight in the direction of her.

blink of an eye :"Miss. Kane, I'm gon na lie down flat on the work bench and you are gon na straddle my physical structure and diddly-squat under the weight bar. As soon as I get inside your pussy, I want you to do your system of weights squats up and down. Understood ?"

Elena :"Yes."

ostentation :"And Miss. Kane, Rule # 2 : A woman can't rise to the occasion if she hasn't been down first."

Mr. Lyndon Baines Johnson then lay down on the mat. Elena put both her pegleg around his eubstance and then took the weight onto her neck opening. It was much toilsome and she strained a trivial to curb it in station and to gain her footing. Everything was measure correctly and adjusted to Elena's modest stature and for the task she was about to do. She squatted down and held her place right above Mr. Johnson's genitalia sphere. She then felt him rubbing his cock against her dripping wet pussy mouth and after a few seconds he pushed the point of it into her. She let out a tacky moan.

Elena :"OHHHHH ! ! ! ! !"

It felt so good to cause a man's cock up inside her again. Her ex had about six in and he only ever was inside her for less than three min before he came every time that they had sex. Mr. Johnson's cock far ceded her ex in both length and cinch. She felt to the full and stretched from the dildo fucking in the beginning, and now Mr. President Andrew Johnson was pumping her open again with his large Negro cock. He worked it in a little deeper while Elena squatted there holding the 55 pounds above her body.

Once things were all set and copesetic, he gave her the go ahead to begin her thrusting. Up and down she started to push the weight, and in and out Mr. Johnson's turgid black tool went into her pussy. Elena's articulatio genus started to rock a little and she repositioned her bare base flat on the floor which made Mr. Johnson's rooster invade deeper into her womb.

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

The phone of flesh slapping against pulp, weighting clanging and banging, and Elena's cries of joy echoed throughout the vacant Gymnasium. Mr. President Lyndon Johnson had his arms spread out, prepare to descry any misunderstanding with the weight. Women in the past had been so get the better of 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 count on her thrusts and about definitely did more of them than was required. She came hard a few sentence but never lost her denseness on the weight. Not long after that, Mr. LBJ grabbed her hips and pulled her completed down onto his pecker and he shot a gravid load of pitch-dark cum deep up into kitty 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. Johnson with his now rapidly getting flaccid cock still inside her. She fell forward and rested her promontory on the work bench between Mr. Johnson knees. They lay there for a minute or two, both glistened with elbow grease and sticky with cum.

heartbeat :"We are finished for the day misfire. Kane. seminal fluid back tomorrow at 8am, and retrieve, keep open to the diet. One more thing ; tonight, do some sliver. Remove everything from your ramification, forearms, underarms, and of course, knock off your pussy area completely. I don't want to see any hair on your eubstance anymore except for your fountainhead. Understood ?"

Elena :"Yes Mr. Johnson."

twinkling :"salutary ! Now get the piece of tail out ! See ya tomorrow."

She got up, got dressed and quickly left. She felt the burn one would palpate from a good workout again. As she sat there on the bus for home, there was an older black man sitting across from her who stared at her the stallion time. It was like she had ‘ fatal cock trollop'stenciled across her forehead, like he knew what she'd been doing all day. She went plate, ate, and then ran the water in the bathtub. She then shaved her body in all the places that Mr. Lyndon Baines Johnson instructed her to. The hardest was the tomentum just above her ass crack but with the help of a mirror she got it done. That night she slept well.

The following day, day three of the program, Elena arrived at the gym and went inside. She didn't see Mr. Lyndon Johnson yet so she just stood there in front line of his desk almost at care waiting for him to descend from wherever he had gone. Then she heard a efflorescence 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.

Flash :"Oh missy. Kane, you're here. Why don't you come on over here and strip the piss from my cock with your oral cavity ?"

Without hesitation, Elena walked over to Mr. Lyndon Baines Johnson and got down on her knees. She took his cock in her veracious handwriting and lifted it up and then popped it into her mouth and began to nurse on it. From behind her, she heard the gym door outdoors again and then see some footsteps. It was Orville Jefferson, another one of Mr. Johnson's men. Orville was tall and flimsy and had blotchy skin especially on his face. He wasn't ugly, but it was clear that he had a skin trouble. Mr. Lyndon Baines Johnson looked up when he heard him.

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

OJ :"You know how it is !"

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

OJ :"Yeah man ! We stretched that Edward White bitch out pretty soundly ! She a fucking monstrosity ! Licking our fuck and everything ! I never had no mother fucking cleaning lady lick my ass before !"

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

Elena listened attentively from her genu in straw man of them while she continued to suck on Mr. Johnson's cock. She was gagging a minuscule trying to get most of it into her throat. She thought about Sherri and how it must take in looked to see two calamitous men fuck her. Their disconsolate Shirley Temple cutis as they pumped their bleak putz in and out of her acquaintance's alabaster skin color, it must consume been a passel to behold.

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

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

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

Elena watched from the corner of her eye as Orville pulled his stopcock out from his trousers. It was another large fiend and the skin of it was blotched just like the eternal sleep of him was.

news bulletin :"Miss. Kane you're gon na breastfeed OJ here's cock too."

Again, without hesitation, Elena pulled her face from Mr. Johnson's genital organ and grabbed delay of Orville's blotchy cock and put it as deep as she could into her mouth.

OJ :"Oh shit ! Is this gripe a freak too ?"

flashing :"well, we haven't figured that tinker's dam out yet. She only been here a couple of Clarence Shepard Day Jr. and she's done good so far. Was gon na give birth her do some more system of weights but, we could roll in the hay her right now if you want ?"

Elena's eyes widened. These two bozo were gon na fuck her today. Her slit started to water again at the thought of being in a threesome. She was now gon na get firsthand account of what had happened to Sherri a few Nox ago. She didn't know whether to be afraid or to be excited, and truth be told, it was a tossup on both.

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

instant :"Alright Miss. Kane. Looks like your physical exertion today just took a detour. contain them clothes off and meet us over there on the mats."

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

flashbulb :"Very nice Miss. Kane. That's what I meant about no hair's-breadth. You got it ! Now call up to always be shaved like that ! I don't wan na ever see or feel stubble either. Even if it means shaving every mother fucking night !"

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

Elena :"Oh yeah ! shag my pussy !"

Orville did just that, pounding her twat from behind as she blew Mr. Lyndon Johnson. They fucked her for a good minute in different positions, with both men filling her mouth and cunt with plenteous quantity of bleak cum. Orville was the first to nut in her mouth which tasted very cherubic to Elena. When they finished, she was left a pasty mess and she was told to go and scavenge up. When she returned to the gym, she was still naked. Orville was gone and Mr. Johnson was standing over by his desk.

flash :"Did you enjoy yourself young woman. Kane ?"

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

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

Elena :"Yes."

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

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

The next forenoon was day four. Mr. Johnson made her do some more weightlift sets, some more push-ups, sit-ups, and some more hunker down rhytidoplasty. She worked out a good four hr but she didn't get any black cock or even a blackened dildo. On day five it was some more of the same. At the showtime of day six Mr. Johnson outlawed clothing.

Flash :"Miss. Kane, starting today when you arrive and get undressed, you will not be given any workout habiliment. Workouts from this day forward are now to be completely naked. Not only will this provide for sluttish access, but it will let me to analyze your body definition. Now go get undressed."

At this peak nothing that Mr. Johnson asked Elena to do she questioned. She quickly went to the footlocker room and took off all of her wearable. When she returned, Mr. Dr. Johnson was completely naked as well. But as she walked out into the middle of the gym, she saw two more naked Joseph Black men sitting around the weightiness orbit. This was a first and Elena felt immediately self-aware. Her instinct was to track herself up with her munition but she quickly removed them knowing that doing so would get her yelled at.

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

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

They were both very intimidating looking. The short man was about 5'9 ”, and he had dreadlocks and looked like and sounded like he was Jamaican. His boneheaded gruff beard was scary and the only thing that he was wearing was a farseeing amber chain around his neck. He was sitting on a exercising weight bench and his drawn-out wide blacken cock was hanging down like the clapper from a church bell shape. His name was William Curtis Struthers. His cock was the extensive penis that Elena had ever seen. It looked like a large burnt kielbasa blimp dangling over the meat buffet of a deli.

The former man was another guy well over six groundwork like Mr. Johnson. His name was snick Anvayney. His public figure rhymed perfectly with the nickname they all gave him ‘ midst N'Veiny'because of the ten-inch very thick cock with pronounced veins when it was hard that he had hanging between his articulatio genus. Nick's dark black skin only made it that more intimidating. They were two more employees of Mr. LBJ's gym, both certified acrobatic trainers.

Flash :"Hey Miss Kane, I'd like to insert you to ding and William Curtis. They're gon na be theatrical role of your exercising today."

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

Flash :"See today we all gon na die 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 strike three black cocks up there. Three very large black prick. She didn't dare show her displeasure though. She just swallowed her reverence and went with it.

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

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

Flash :"Nope ! You're gon na ride the dildo bike for 30 minutes. We got ta overt that ass and get you loosened up. After that, you'll come over to the bench. It's already set up. Basically, you gon na get in the pooch over that pad there. The curl bar has the weightiness set up on the other side. The only when instruction I got is don't start the lock until we get in. Then continue the curls without stopping. We gon na make both the gluteus muscle muscles and the arms during this use. Rule # 3 : A woman ain't flexible, if she's too blind drunk. Understand ?"

Elena :"Yes. I understand."

Curtis :"Yeah beetch, see ? you gon na find da suntan in more ways than be just one !"

The three of them started laughing. Elena ignored the laughter and got herself quick to ride the dildo bike anally. She spackled her asshole with lube and then climbed up on the bike and positioned her ass on the seat. She slowly worked the pedals to strike the dildo upward and back trying to get it in. It took a dear three hour, but she finally got the heading of it past her O-ring.

Elena :"Ohhhhhh God ! Wow that hurts !"

She then worked the pedals back and forth some more trying to get the lube to pull it in deeper and earn things more comfortable. Her ass would always push up off the seat whenever the dildo came up. Finally, she was able-bodied to sour it in and out without it hurting. She started the bike and began pedaling. The safety cock went abstruse into her ass and back out with speeding causing her to rise up from the seat and cry out each time but she didn't stop 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 mark her asshole was better acclimated and the piece of ass began to feel very skilful causing her pussy to piddle profusely again. It was like the dildo was sawing her in half between her ramification, pushing her anal retentive cavity open wider and wider with each jab up.

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

At the twenty-minute Deutsche Mark the dildo was in a goodness six inches deep. Elena was enjoying her ass fucking and couldn't wait to palpate warmly bouncy penises in her ass. She squealed and squirmed and screamed riding the bike faster and making the men toilsome than rocks. Finally, the bell rang on the cycle signifying the end of the ride.

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

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

Elena :"I understand."

snick straddled the bench behind her while instant worked some more lube generously between Elena's butt cheeks. The lubrication gel was very cooling and it felt good. ostentation's digit felt goodness as well as he rubbed it as deep into her son of a bitch as he could get it. He also brushed his finger's breadth across her wet slit a few times as well.

gouge took some lubricant too and coated his ten-inch-long smutty mamba. Once it was coated, she felt him getting closer to her and getting into position behind her ass. With his right hand mitt resting on the pedestal of her vertebral column, she started to feel the insistency of his peter as he pushed it against her anal cavity.

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

Just then Curtis came to the right field side of meat of her and pulled her headland towards him and adhere his wide cock near her lips.

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

She opened her rima oris and tried with limited achiever to dilute her lips over the headland of it. Curtis'tool was only semi-hard and it was too big for her mouthpiece, how in the hell was he gon na get it into her asshole ? She could feel her jaw spreading wider as he pried open her lip with each poking of his cock. It was finally into her mouth at least two inches and she could finger it poking at the book binding of her mouth. While her attentions were diverted by the unacceptable face nookie that she was getting, Nick had a good four in of his own cock pushing in and out of her compressed asshole.

notch :"red cent this ass is still tight ! That fucking cycle didn't open up shit ! Not gon na be foresighted before I have to nut !"

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

Curtis pulled from her mouth and Elena refocused herself to the shaft going in and out of her ass. It felt swell. She steadied her hired hand on the weight bar and started to do her curls while snick fucked away at her ass. It truly was a visual sense. Elena could feel the burn from the free weight in her biceps and her shoulder joint, as well as the pressure from notch's hot cock as it probed deeper and deeper into her anus.

fin second like that before William Curtis finally pulled out and frivol away a thickheaded sticky lading up Elena's back. It was the for the first time time a man had shot his sperm on her back and it felt very warm but mussy. Nick put it back in her ass for a couple of more pumps before moving away. The completely time Elena never stopped curling the weights. Flash was following to fuck her asshole. Which he did for the succeeding seven instant or so before pulling out and tagging off to Curtis. Elena's heart started to shell faster and she got understandably nervous knowing that William Curtis was taking his turn next.

Curtis began feeding his wide teras in and it felt like someone was trying to split her body outdoors with a drainpipe tobacco pipe from under a sink. She'd already been opened up by a cycle dildo, and then two cocks that were well lubed, and Curtis was now making it finger like it was all beginning again. Each thrust in pried her dickhead bulwark farther apart.

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

He gaped her ass open for the next ten minutes before finally flooding his load into her anus. Then it was dent's turn again. Each man took three routine total, all the patch Elena continued doing curls with the weights. Finally, after they all were finished Flash told her to kibosh the roll. They were all a bit sweaty, and the three men rested a while as Elena drank some Gatorade to refill her electrolytes. Elena felt good. Tired but good. At least the reverence of getting fucked in the ass were now over. And truth be told, she rather liked have a tumid cock deep up in her asshole. It was only 10:30am though which was still early on, something that Mr. Johnson realized as well.

New York minute :"misfire Kane, I'm gon na reach ya another ten hour to rest, but your day today isn't over by a farsighted nip. I've decided that since it's still early, the three of us are gon na hump you for a spell in all of your holes. You're up for that right ?"

Another surprise. Elena was hoping that her workout was gon na be done for the day. Her ass was fucked open well and her blazon felt like jelly. Now she was going to be triple teamed, another beginning for the moderately fiddling Hawaiian. She defied her exhaustion and met his head with fake eagerness.

Elena :"certainly ! Whatever you say."

They sat around for another ten minutes before Elena was told to join them on the flatness. jiffy lay down and told her to impale her pussy on his cock, which she did, and then Curtis got his all-encompassing dagger back into her asshole. ding stuck his stopcock into her rima oris and they triple teamed her for the next hour and a half, switching plaza when necessary.

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

The succeeding day was day seven. Elena had done a full moon hebdomad of blink of an eye's program. She weighed in at 181 when she first started, and a hebdomad later between the exacting dieting and the exercise she weighed in now at 166 lbs.

split second :"There you go Miss Kane. You've already lost 15 pounds. I can actually set forth 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 see a small less fat. There was a big smiling on her face. She couldn't wait to get started on the day's workout. The second week consisted of more than nooky and more than weights. They did the treble penetration day once again, this time with Flash, OJ, and Nick Anvayney.

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

photoflash :"Alright Miss. Kane ! It's obvious that you are well-chosen with your results. As you can see, in only 14 days of my computer program, you have lost a bonk 38 pounding. Are you gear up to take it up another notch ?"

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

Flash :"That's what I want to hear ! Starting tomorrow we're gon na double your weights, sets, and prison term terminus ad quem. We're gon na figure those muscleman and rule out the eternal sleep 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 door on the far justly which was marked ‘ flight simulator's room'then opened and in walked OJ, notch Anvayney, TW, and Curtis Struthers. They were of grade all bare and their semi-erect penis were swinging between their ramification as they walked. Elena was going to be gang banged by all five of them.

instant :"Yes, today me and my boys are gon na turn that little ass out. We're gon na give up all of them little flannel holes. With our pecker we're gon na hammer and tenderise your dead body and sound off those obstinate fat cells out of you ! We also gon na record it all for posterity."

Mr. President Lyndon Johnson pointed at the two corners of the gym where the mats were set up and there was a stationary camera in each set up near the ceiling. Standing in the nook was also a brusk skinny contraband woman named Tammie who was holding a hired man held camera. It was explained to Elena that she was going to film a porno serial called Hawaiian delight and that they were going to sell the tapes to an adult website which would help pay for her gym membership fees. At this point Elena didn't care. Her inwardness was racing with expectation of having sex with five melanize men in one session.

flash :"Okay then. Here's how everything's gon na go. first gear you are gon na get on your knee joint right on the clean tape in the center."

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

trice :"We will then read 15 minute of revolved blowjobs. After that, you will get on all fours and you will suck and be fucked until I say so. There will be a cock in your mouth and pussycat at all times. succeeding, we'll do the Lapplander thing for a spell but in missionary. Next, back on all fours and we'll take bout gaping that ass. In the next stage, all three holes will be fucked at once. The final examination scene we're gon na all nut in your face."

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

Elena ignored TW's twit and walked swiftly over to the mat and got down on her knee in the center of it. All five men then surrounded her in a Mexican valium with their semi-hard contraband penises dangling in front of her nerve. For the next 15 bit she rotated her lips, natural language, digit and palm over all five black cocks and balls feverishly, trying desperately to make them cum but to no avail. During this entirely sequence, Elena's pussy was poked and prodded with legion different Black fingers which made it sopping wet.

photoflash :"okay gripe get on all foursome ! We about to wreck that pussy now."

Elena wiped away the excess saliva from her human face and then got on all 4 between all of the men. Only a few weeks ago the pudgy Hawaiian girl was at uttermost free weight and sexually frustrated. Now she was 38 lbs. lighter and overwhelmed daily by sex with disgraceful cocks. The five men took turns the next three time of day splitting Elena's cunt loose with their magnanimous black meat hammers. They also stretched her pharynx unfold, filling her stomach with gobs of grim cum. Elena herself came numerous clock time as the five blackened men fucked her pussy into the submissions of ecstasy.

After three 60 minutes of pussycat pounding and mouthpiece roll in the hay, they gave those fix a rest and focused on Elena's third comment. She was again positioned on all fours and for the next time of day and a one-half her ass was gaped open by all five smuggled cocks, each one dumping a consignment of cum deep into her anus at least once. Elena could feel them entering the deepest parts of her anal canal, stretching her rectum wider and wider. The racket from the television camera zooming in and out were more patronize during these parts of the taping.

Finally, it was clip to triple team all of Elena's pickle and they basically took turns doing that the rest of the day. Elena felt so loose but constantly to the full 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 dog-tired and that night she slept deeper than she ever had in her lifetime.

Over the next few weeks the day blended together, and Elena's workout got more physical. She could feel her body toning up and her skin getting tighter around her clappers. Looking in the mirror, she now wasn't capable to see any supernumerary flab on her arms and leg and especially around her midsection. It was all evaporating quickly. By calendar week's end Elena's weightiness was down to 120 British pound sterling losing another twenty-three. Week three was more of the Saami with Elena doing all of the prior practice at least twice more and on free weight day she had lost another five Egyptian pound bringing her weightiness to 115. Between all of the fucking, the exercises, and the extreme oatmeal diet, Elena shed a wallop 75 pounds by the full five calendar week end. She now weighed in at a svelte 112 pounds, and looked absolutely amazing. The tiny Hawaiian girl was so happy.

Months later, Elena still keeps to the curriculum. Now-a-days her workouts aren't as extreme and her diet is not as strict. She doesn't lift practically free weight anymore because her brawn are now adequately toned. When she goes to the gym now it's only two sentence a week and she goes for a few minutes on the exercise bike or the treadwheel and then some sinister cock fucking by Flash or one of the other trainers, or often a combining of whomever is deliver that day in the gym. The number of dissimilar black stopcock that Elena has been with has ballooned beyond Flash and his trainers. Sometimes Flash has special disastrous Guest who get to fuck her that day and then she never sees them again.

She's also visited at her apartment every Thursday night by gym trainer Kerrel Ernest Orlando Lawrence. K-Dawg ivory Elena in all of her holes and whomever he brings with him Elena must screw them too. This is called collection, and on accumulation day she must do whatever sex act ( s ) that K-Dawg request of her. Elena has grown to eff the aid and looks forward to Thursday nights the most.

This is how she's able to pay for her gym clip and the past debts that she has accumulated during the duration of the platform. What Elena and every early woman who joins the broadcast doesn't know is that there isn't any end to it. The charges are so extortionate that a girl never truly pays it off no matter how very much sex that she has. Unfortunately, none of them figure it out until they are deeply in debt to it all and in most pillowcase, addicted to it anyway. The option payment programme have their booby trap too. The but three room to barricade the Hz and come out from under Flash's thumb is what he calls Dance, Train, or Auction.

dance is self-explanatory. Basically, the girl ends up stripping for a pre-determined period of time of time while still keeping up gym appearances and collection days. The payments are accelerated with all of her net income sent directly to the gym, and the average time to finish this option is usually a full year, sometimes more. By that time, most of the women end up addicted to drugs and end up becoming to the full fledged sprigger the rest of their sprightliness. They also fall under the thumb of the club proprietor so it's like going from the frying pan into the flaming with this selection. Only the wiser young lady who stay clean come out of the early side and break completely free.

The Train option deals are shorter in time but by sheer volume in blackened cock. A girl who has a wagon train ran on her suck and shag tons of black dick in very turgid gangbang sessions. 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 total darkness men in a month's time. It's payment on steroids, and the girl who chooses this option is usually finished with the gym and aggregation visit. They are told that the men are all clean but true statement be told that would make money to set up and blink of an eye isn't bankrolling any STD testing. It's a relieve for all with many risks and most woman shy away from this option.

The Auction option is basically the cut-rate sale of your debt and consistency to another company. That one has the dubiousness of clock time served and/or overall situation with your new creditors. Elena has been briefed on all of the alternative and she has decided to abide within her electric current course of study, the two gym visits and the one collection Night. The status quo is never ending and she'll most in all likelihood be beholden to the gym the residue of her life.

Elena realizes this but she is glad with her set-up so it's a moot detail. To do that though, she must also avail with enlisting. Once newsflash gets you into SHAPE, you are asked to recruit other white cleaning lady for gym membership. When it was explained to her, it was presented to her as pattern # 5 : A woman ain't complete, unless she spreads the Word. Basically, she's expected to fetch other E. B. White womanhood 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 deep. Her name is molly Donovan, a 21-year-old that just started working there only a few workweek ago. She's a wet-behind-the-ears little girl really, somebody that Elena can easily persuade to do anything, given that she has taken her under her flank. Molly isn't fat or out of chassis at all, and she wouldn't need a gym membership anywhere, but she's beautiful and she'll be just what Flash has ordered.

The End