The cab driver watched hungrily as the umbrella holding Elena Kane stepped over the puddle at the base of the curb on her way from his cab to the entrance of the gym. The old black man had been stealing looks at the now reduce and pretty Hawaiian smasher the whole drive in his rear-view mirror as she sat with her hanker beautiful legs crossed exposing her pep pill thighs in the back derriere of his cab. One last look at those legs as they sashayed into the construction was sure enough to provide some decent spank-bank textile during a few future rub and tug sessions for the old melanise man.

Elena wasn't always this fit though. In fact, she was a dependable 75 Egyptian pound overweight for about of her adult life. The 32-year-old beauty had spent the by year working out at flash lamp's Fitness mill, adhering to a strict and unique seaworthiness regimen that has allowed her to drop the Sudanese pound systematically and shape Elena's body into a curvy pleasure to any man's eyes.

Growing up in Hawaii and raised by a Polynesian mother and a Caucasian Church Father, the 4'10"short fille with the pretty face and dark short fuzz was always tragically stoutness. At her large, Elena would tip the shell at 187 British pound sterling which given her short height would take her look like a fatso little musket ball of flesh. It always was a major source of Elena's low self-esteem because she truly wasn't really a heavy eater. The solid food she ate wasn't the sizeable but it wasn't like she was frequenting the truehearted food drive-thru either.

Elena's weight was also a John Roy Major problem in her three-year failed wedlock too. Her now ex-husband peter used to twit her mercilessly and cruelly which culminated the doomed union into divorce. She was 26 at the time and Hawaii became a place that Elena just didn't want to be anymore. She decided to be active to the mainland and ended up in an apartment in business district Los Angeles, and got a dainty low-level job in a secretarial pool.

One day, Elena's new admirer from study Sherri Kimbelsen began raving about a unique and successful gym in the Willowbrook surface area that catered specifically to adiposis women, and helped them shed unwanted Syrian pound. Sherri seemed very adamant about Elena giving this particular program a try. The sell job was really aggressive and well-rehearsed.

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

Sherri :"wellspring 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. Then I went to flashing Johnson's gym and within calendar week I looked like this."

She put her arms out in forcing out of her fit image. 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 trivial odd, but she always would pull in aid especially from the chief in work. She stood at 5'8 ”, 113 lbs. with 34-22-32 measurements, long blonde pilus halfway down her back, and the tenacious stage showcased by the types of senior high hound that she always wore. Sherri was a bombshell, the typical Cali smoking hot blonde, and she always dressed that way too, wearing short-change skirts and cleavage showing blouses.

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

Sherri :"Stop it ! You are a very pretty girl. All you've got to do is drop off the weight. I'm telling you, go see Flash. He'll help you out. After a few calendar week of his computer programme you won't believe how bully you'll feeling. It's a biography changer."

Elena :"wellspring, I DO make a service break coming up. I suppose it can't hurt to go checker it out."

In an effort to keep a clean figure among their customer, the fellowship that staffed the secretarial pond gave the ladies employed with them a yearly five-week vacation break. It was a nice welfare that wasn't vulgar with other companies but it did curiosity for the women who worked for them. It also stocked their node with a revolving room access of refreshing faces which made a business look like it employed a lot more hoi polloi than it really had. It made them bet successful.

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

Elena :"Gee I hope you are right. Okay, I'll do it ! But when I get thin you bettor take me out to some clubs."

Sherri's boldness changed a fiddling to a aspect of negatively charged surprise. Then she quickly smiled to deal up what she was thinking. She knew that once Elena started the program that she wouldn't have any sentence to go out to nightclub and company. In fact, there was a lot that Sherri wasn't telling her that Elena would soon observe out. Never-the-less, she promised.

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

That conversation was on a Wed. The succeed Sunday break of day and a day into her service rift, Elena put on a pair of travail gasp and a sloppy sweatshirt and a couplet of white stoolie. She decided to go to Willowbrook to check out New York minute's gym. Twenty min later after exiting a bus and walking a few blocks, she stood in front of Flash's Fitness manufacturing plant. It was a very dingy looking place on the recess of an L-shaped mini strip mall side by side to a decrepit hard liquor fund. The multitude on the street walking by her were all black, and standing there in her travail she sure stuck out like a sore pollex. Finally, she summoned the courage to go inside.

interior, there was a quiet and deserted gym with a few rows of different employment simple machine lined up. It was a pretty big room that had a big assailable area after the machines, and way at the binding of it all was a desk with a marvelous sinewy black man sitting at it. Elena looked down at her feet and swallowed, then walked through the empty gym towards the man. The squeaks on the story from her snitch echoed off the gym wall, but the big black man never looked up at her from his newspaper until she was right in front line of his desk.

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

His vocalisation was very gruff and loud and it caught Elena off safety device. She didn't know that Sherri had already told him about her. She stood there a bit nervous and a piffling embarrassed and didn't say anything.

flash bulb :"You're not a fucking 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 cheek. Much prettier than nigh. hold back on a second… ..."

He bent down and reached into a lower drawer of the filing locker behind his chairman and pulled out a tap summercater bra and underdrawers 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 storage locker room over there and change into these. I got ta see what I've got here and with that hoary 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 soaked on."

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

Inside the locker room, Elena found an empty footlocker and then got undressed and began to put on the sportswoman bra first. Her 34D breasts hardly fit in it and it barely stretched over her large nipples which were hard and predominantly poking through the tight pink spandex cloth. It pushed her breasts up and together like a wonder bra would and pointed her rock-hard tit straight forward which was a bit embarrassing and revealing. The bottoms of her boobs stuck out of it a footling as well showing rich under boob, and there just wasn't a way to stretch the stuff completely over them.

The shorts on the other hand were a whole other worry. She tried to put them on over her underclothes but just couldn't because of the tight fit. She eventually decided to just hit her panties and go ranger hoping that the gym well laundered its habiliment. As she pulled the shorts up to her waist, she felt the prat of them wedge tight and deeply into her ass crack. She spent a few minutes trying to adjust the boxershorts in place but to no avail.

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

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

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

split second :"fille Kane, it looks like I've got to be blunt. So here it is…the frigidity strong facts. YOU are a fat bitch ! My job is to make you NOT a fat bitch ! Everything that you have tried on your own in the yesteryear obviously hasn't worked, because you are STILL a fat bitch ! feeling at yourself…no subject what you've done to commute, you haven't ! That's why you are here ! You wan na continue being a fat beef ? Then there's the shtup doorway ! Get the fuck out and end wasting my time ! You're at the get-go crossroad Elena, so, make up your judgement 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 fall back weight had failed and failed miserably. She wanted to be thin. She needed this and she knew it. Maybe this was a carrefour in her life history and she needed to drop more time thinking on it all but standing in battlefront of this big pitch-dark and coarse gym trainer she felt pressure and intimidated.

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

Elena :"I'm sorry. I'm just a little pall is all. I want to start your plan"

flash :"Alright then. Sorry I yelled, but sometimes it's the lone way to get through to the great unwashed. It won't be the first time I yell at you either. Get used to it, and please involve it all personal. The only way that you're gon na change your life story is to recall that your spirit sucks as it is right now. So, it IS personal. Let it cut through to your warmness and together we will call on all this damn around ! Now, in the calendar week to fare you will do whatever I say, when I say it, and how I say it without any questions. I don't break a fuck what I ask you to do, you gon na do it ! Do you feel me ?"

Elena :"Y-yes."

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

She removed the towel and stood there pouring out of the blotto garden pink sports bra and short pants. trice came around from his desk with a clipboard in his deal and started to walk slowly around her with a flavour of cogitation across his grimace. The man was huge. He was easily over six feet and his heftiness definition made him take care very all-embracing and imposing. The tee shirt and trunks he was wearing were tight like another level of skin spread over his dark-mocha colored consistency. The man was an Adonis. He then reached out and put his hired hand on her left breast which startled her a little.

ostentation :"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 farsighted nipples."

He rolled the nipple of her titty through the bra between his thumb and fore finger as he spoke. She could sense it getting even harder as a spate of electrical energy flooded through her consistence ; stimulated from his skin senses. He then walked behind her and gave her left ass cheek a tough slap which not only stung but sent the aforementioned electricity, as well as pain, shooting cold-blooded and fast through her.

Elena :"Ouch ! What was that for ?"

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

Elena :"Anal compactness ?"

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

What was he even talking about ? Anal density ? Elena began to palpate a little confused. She stood there watching this giant black man circle her half au naturel body making hands-on critiques of it, touching her in unfitting places, and scribbling things on his clipboard. It was a niggling bit humiliating and Weird, but for some unknown cause to her it was also erotic which made no sensory faculty. Next, he bent down in movement of her and put his left hand deal in her crotch area. He dragged his fingers across her inner thigh and then across the material of the shorts against her pubic cumulus. The sexual electrical energy again raced through her blood. He was basically fondling her.

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

Elena removed her sneakers and walked over to the scale and stood on it. The digital bit above her head read 181 Sudanese pound. The act embarrassed Elena and Mr. Johnson's boisterous and miserly words didn't boost her self-esteem either.

Flash :"Damn Miss. Kane ! For a very shortsighted woman that's a Hades of a lot of weightiness ! For a girl your height I could make TWO bitches out of all that flab ! I see that we got our work cut out for us. First matter 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 ride that fucking bike for thirty second !"

Elena :"You mean…now ?"

Flash :"No…next week. YES, fucking now ! Get your white ass over there and do the 30 ! You're here to work out and lose that fat, and to do what you're told ! In this gym I say and you fucking do ! Now go fucking DO what I just said !"

Elena reluctantly walked over to the bike. She hated doing cardio type workouts. Being overweight that was perceivable. She had never been yelled at by somebody as big as Mr. Johnson. It terrified her. It also turned her on a little to have a big and powerful man forcefully tell her what to do. In some way it made her experience like someone cared about her, even if he was doing so with discriminating vulgarity.

fanfare :"Oh…and fille. Kane ; that's thirty straight minutes. Don't stop for zero ! You keep those pedals going non-stop. There's a bell that will phone on the cycle that will tell 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 high, and the handlebars were a bit lower making her body lean a lot forward. Mr. Johnson obviously knew of her height because he had the bike set to her body precisely. She could reach the pedals and everything and aside from the position forward and the vulgarity of the foot pedal on her bare feet, she felt pretty comfortable. She slowly started pedaling. There was some electrical resistance but it wasn't anything that she couldn't grip. After a few minutes, she could really start to find the burning in her peg, her articulatio coxae, and some apathy on her finger's breadth and arms. The perspiration started to pour and Elena got into a good riding rhythm.

By the twenty-minute mark, she started to puff and puff. Her legs were tired and she couldn't flavor anything in her arms anymore. Now she was watching the timer silently cheering on the thirty-minute mark to arrive waiting for the end. She tried to remember of former matter. She thought about her friend Sherri and wondered how she happened to encounter this particular gym. It didn't really count how Sherri found the gym she just looked get. Always tight beautiful and effulgent. If Elena could work herself to even half the shape that Sherri was in, it would be a triumph she thought.

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

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

Elena :"repp ?"

Flash :"Yeah motherfucker repp ! We work out here at Flash's Fitness manufactory ! This ain't like all those other fucking gym, those cookie cutters that have you just run on a treadmill and shit ! You're gon na lather here Miss. Kane ! We got five week to whip your minuscule fat person ass into shape, and we gon na do it ! You dig ?"

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

Flash :"Never screwing nous 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 screwing I say ! Now give me some reps 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 arcminute ago. Flash stood near her head teacher to spot her, and when she looked up, she glimpsed the big gibbousness emanating from his spandex shorts located almost right there about two substructure above her look. It was impressively large and looked like he had a low animal stuffed in his shorts. How big was this guy's penis ? She tried to not acknowledge it, but wasn't achieving her goal. She continued to stare at it while she pressed the free weight up and down. Five reps and done, and her eyes never left his bulge.

heartbeat :"Very well. okay relax, I'm gon na up the exercising weight a little bit."

He bent forward and reached around and added more free weight to the bar. As he did so, his spandex-clad rooster got a lot closer to Elena's case. ending enough that she could smell the musky sense of smell of it. It wasn't an unpleasant olfactory sensation, in fact, it was quite dainty and very barbed. Elena stared at it and could see the outline of its length through the spandex material. She could feel herself getting turned on.

Flash :"OK we're up to 40 pounds. Give me two lot of 5 reps with this weight."

She again started to lift the weights. It was a little heavier with the extra pounds but she pushed it up and down with relative ease. The whole time she couldn't go along her eyes off of the large spandex-clad opus of essence that was hanging in a black spandex hammock just above her case. Again, somehow, she got through it without incident.

flashing :"Very good Miss. Kane. O.K., on this following set we are gon na test your dexterity and force, as well as your power to concenter. naught should disorder you from finishing your quest. The weight will stay the same but I want three sets of 10. Remember, DO NOT break your concentration."

Elena :"Okay."

Mr. Johnson walked to the other end of the bench down by her pes. He strapped both of her foundation down at the ankle to each leg of the terrace. The Bench was a lilliputian bit wider than a standard system of weights bench, about a good thirty inches wide which once her ankles were strapped down her wooden leg were spread heart-to-heart to their upper limit. He also fastened a shoulder strap around her waistline locking her wholly torso to the bench.

Elena :"Why are you doing that ?"

Flash :"Wait…. What the piece of tail did you just say ? Is that a fucking doubt ? What did we JUST base about fucking questions ?"”

Elena :"I…I didn't mean…"

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

She again took grasp of the bar and steadied to do her reps. She erased the chiding that she had just gotten from her judgment and reset herself emotionally. As she pushed the bar from her chest up for the first meter, she then felt him touching her with his finger's breadth between her legs. ‘ What was he doing ?'she thought. He was blatantly rubbing her kitty backtalk through the spandex and it actually felt very good. So dear that her body started to respond to his touch and her vagina started to get wet.

The smell was amazing and very distracting, and making it hard to do her rep, but she defiantly didn't let it interrupt what she was doing. Towards the end of the s set of 10 reps she arched her back as a lot as the strap around her waist would let while Mr. Andrew Johnson dug his fingers into her vagina through her shorts. He even poked his finger into the material of the drawers 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 disruption concentration which was pretty impressive. He removed his fingerbreadth from her privates area as she returned the bar back up to the rack.

jiffy :"Very nice miss. Kane. You're a immediate subject field. make relaxed a few more minutes, 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 yearn while since a man touched her in that way. She almost blank out how neat that it felt. For the next five proceedings she relaxed and caught her breath and regained her equanimity. As her calm began to return, feelings of infringement started to creep into her read/write head. Did this man that she just met under an hour ago seriously just molest her ?

She thought again about her beautiful blonde office Quaker. Was this how she too had gotten in shape ? A picture of Sherri lying on the weight bench getting fingered by Mr. Johnson then fabricated into her mind and Elena's pussy started to leak again. The sentiment of Sherri's beautiful legs tied down to the bench and Mr. Lyndon Johnson fingering her friend's pussy made her breadbasket do flip flops too. She couldn't supporter but rub her own pussy through her shorts thinking about her hot booster going through the Saami experience. Before she knew it, Mr. President Johnson returned with a Weird looking wrench in his right hand. She pulled her hand out from between her legs and hoped that He hadn't seen what she was just doing.

flashing :"Just relax girl. 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 package was positioned a few in from her face, near than it was before. He then stepped back and pulled the side of the work bench and it rose about a foot gamey from the level with Elena still on it. By doing this, her legs pulled tighter towards the bottom of the bench because her human foot were still tied to the legs of it and her metrical foot bed rose from the gym floor. The only when component of her infantry touching the floor now was her toes.

Mr. Johnson then made another registration behind her head and the end of the workbench went down a few inches and her head moved down with it too. It was like she was laying on a bed with her head hanging off of the face of it. Elena's full body looked like it was on a wheel being stretched and her muscles in her rosehip legs and torso were expanded. She felt helpless without any way to move with everything tied down and stretched except for her arms.

flare :"Okay, another two set of 10 reps. Remember to never split concentration. Nothing should shit you break your reps. And young lady Kane…also remember 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 imply ? Again, she started to do weight reps with the bar It was a little more difficult with her headway positioned lower than the way it was before. On the quartern rep, she heard Mr. Samuel Johnson moving around outside of her view. He then came into thought only this time his bulge was completely hanging open out of his shorts. His cock was vast, a lot giving than she had imagined it would be. Her eyes got really big and before she could say anything, he took it in his script and positioned it at her lips. She tried to close her mouth but he pushed the head of it past her lips and across her tongue.

Instinctively, she continued to rep the exercising weight up and down while Mr. Johnson fed his tool deeper into her throat. The fact that she was tied down made it impossible to move away from him. Deeper and deeper he pushed his black ivory into her mouth as she gagged and gasped for air. Her eyes started to body of water as well as he fucked her face with his peter. She lost count on how many reps she was doing with the weight bar but she didn't think she should hold back until she was told to.

After a soundly ten minutes, she felt his peter commencement to pulse and then a few indorsement later she could taste his sperm as it filled her oral cavity and drizzled down her opened-up throat into her stomach. Between her legs was becoming a sop pickle. Mr. Johnson pulled out from her backtalk and then helped her spot the weights back up on its bearer on the machine. She just lay there trying to catch her breather for a few minutes. Her weaponry felt like jelly and her mouth felt sore and stretched. She still could savour the salty predilection of sperm in her mouth which was better tasting than she expected it to be. Then after a few minutes Mr. Johnson untied her ankles from the bench.

instant :"okeh Miss Kane, I've got a tone of what your wax program is gon na be. You may go change and paying back tomorrow at 8am. Don't be late ! We've got a lot to hatch !"

He walked back behind his desk putting his now rapidly flaccid sperm dripping penis back into his underdrawers. Elena stared at him for a few seconds as he sat there reading his newspaper publisher. She wiped the cum from her lips with the back of her paw before silently getting up and heading into the locker room. As she got dressed, she couldn't believe that this man had just basically forced her to blow him. The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. She finished getting dressed and then returned to the gym with a ardour inside her belly looking to give her new ‘ trainer'a piece of her judgment. How dare he, she thought. He was gone though. The unharmed gym was vacant. She knew that he must be around somewhere but where ? After a few more minutes, she decided to just result so she forgot about it all and left. On the way nursing home Elena made a pact with herself that she would not repay to the gym and that she might even account Mr. Lyndon Baines Johnson to the police.

That night she thought long and hard about what had happened. She started to cogitate about how she allowed Mr. Johnson to have intercourse her mouth and didn't try at to the lowest degree once to stop him. She thought about how her organic structure felt and how wet it all made her between her legs. She thought about the musky odour and the flavor of his balls as they pushed against her nose and middle as he pushed his cock deep into her pharynx and came hard into her stomach. As she lay there with guilt trip, compunction, and a bit of anger, she was unconsciously rubbing at her pussy again, working her digit while she lay with her legs splayed wide-cut across her bed.

Then her header started to meet with questions again. How could he sustain taken reward of her like that ? Maybe this guy was not being straight with her and decided to pull a fast 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 cozenage. Could she honestly go back there in the morning ? She wasn't thinking straight. Her eyes started to fold and before retentive she fell fast asleep.

The next forenoon Elena woke up early, showered and dressed and got on the bus for Willowbrook. Her weapons system still felt a little sore but her anger was completely gone and it was replaced with anticipation. It was almost like her night's nap 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 arrive. He showed up about 12 minutes late and he was carrying a shopping bag.

Flash :"Good break of day young lady. Kane, how did you sleep ?"

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

wink :"wellspring that's courteous. Come on in ! We got to get a few other things straight before we start today."

Elena :"Oh ? There's more ?"

instant :"Shit beef ! We got a whole lot more to do !"

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

flashgun :"judgment by yesterday, it's obvious to me that your little friend Sherri didn't fill you in on completely everything about this curriculum. 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 white women lose free weight is Diet, Exercise, and most importantly, sex with blacken prick. Nothing but big Shirley Temple shaft and lots of it."

Elena sat there with a floor look on her look. She felt a slight 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 protest fell by the shank incline. Besides, her body was giving her the ‘ turned on'sign again which made matter very confusing.

blink of an eye :"missy. Kane, I can see by the look on your human face that you are conflicted. Once again, I will give you the out. But this is your hold up opportunity. If you feel that you just can not continue this program then there's the fucking threshold ! Be gone with you ! ingest your art object of shit fat consistence and get the fuck out ! Or…you can stay and we can continue. You have bare seconds to decide."

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

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

Mr. Johnson smiled but Elena did not. She just sat there listening to his instructions. What he was saying was despicable and noisome but her sensibility were dulled by her physical structure's reaction to it all. He continued.

split second :"Now, for the repast. 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 particular blend."

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

photoflash :"Either eat a trough of rolled oats, or eat a fucking oatmeal bar ! Either way, that's all you are allowed to eat in the sunrise before you come here. For dinner ? Again, the fucking oatmeal ! No nitty-gritty, no vegetable, no fruit, no fucking gelt, nothing else ! A few calendar week of this diet and the work we will do here, and you will lose some weight pretty fucking fast ! Then we can work on your definition. sympathize ?"

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

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

He handed her another sports bra and short set with the gym logo on them only this set was white-livered. She walked to the locker room to change into them. Once again, the bra was very tight and her big chest were pouring out of it. The shorts though, the short circuit were crotchless. It wasn't even a lawful crotchless yoke of shorts, the possibility looked like it was ripped open or maybe had been split unresolved by someone else. She tried to put on 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 honest in white-livered fille. Kane. See that mat over there in the corner ? The blue sky one ? Go over there, and establish me three Set of 10 sit-ups and then three stage set of 10 push-ups. We are on a sentence schedule so don't fuck around !"

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

Flash :"TW ! Just the man I wan na see. number over here man."

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

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

jiffy :"Yup. Friend of Sherri's. Which reminds me, that bitch is in arears. Why don't you go around tonight and name an ah… ? collection 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 shit Orville would like that ! okay, will do !"

The two black men laughed and high gear fived each former. 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 substantiate 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 maw that was in her genitals area. It felt good and cool. As she got close to the end of her final set, Mr. Lyndon Baines Johnson returned to the gym.

Flash :"Miss. Kane, today we're gon na do some more bike study, with a whirl. You see, if you're gon na be taking some total darkness cock between those legs, then we're gon na have to afford your shit up a bit. This bike is a footling unlike from the one you rode yesterday. ticker this…you're gon na love this shit !"

She followed him over to the exercise wheel which had a gravid pitch-black tarp over it covering it completely. He removed the tarp and the kickoff thing that Elena noticed was the head of a large opprobrious dildo poking out from a hole in the center of the bike's seat. The gear connected to the pedals was extra-large too.

Mr. Johnson then reached down and pedaled the pedals with his handwriting a few rotations and the dildo slid up and down through the bike seat. The dildo was a safe ten column inch and almost all of it came through the seat during one pedal rotation. Elena was expected to take almost the all affair while pedaling a sweetheart beat on the bike.

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

Elena :"Y-Yeah."

She took the bottle of lubrication that Mr. Andrew 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 potential. She reached down with her lube filled medal and spackled it between her legs and generously into her vagina. After wiping her hand with a towel, Elena climbed up on the bike and positioned her body over the hole in the bum. She moved the foot pedal a lilliputian with her lead metrical unit and eased the dildo up about two inch into her well lube pussy.

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

Flash :"Well, that's how big nigger is too ! Sometimes even bigger ! We got ta surface that box up if we're gon na sharpen pencils in it, if you get my drift ! Now, XXX minutes non-stop. You know the Mandrillus leucophaeus. Don't stop until you hear the bell."

Mr. Lyndon Baines Johnson walked back to his desk. Elena steadfast herself on the bum 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 kitty-cat with each revolution of the pedals.

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

It took four minutes but Elena came hard around the dildo going in and out of her. She almost lost her foothold on the pedals during her climax but caught herself. The dildo was reaching parts of her womb that nothing ever had before. Without understanding, the buddy-buddy pitch-dark latex India rubber dildo opened up her vagina wide with both speed and power. Elena's center rolled back in her head and she came hard again.

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

Mr. Dr. Johnson ignored Elena's sexual cries. He just sat there at his desk reading his newspaper while she rode the motorcycle and had her pussy gaped open by the dildo. The XXX minutes final came to a close and the bell rang signifying her to stop which she did. She came four total times during the unharmed physical exercise. Elena's legs were extremely weak but she managed to climb off of the motorcycle and then walk bowlegged over to Mr. Johnson's desk. He looked up at her and smiled.

jiffy :"Alright missy. Kane, back over to the weight unit terrace. Now we are gon na do some 25-pound squat ski lift. Basically, you will stand over the workbench and hold the weights behind your head word and push it up and down. give way 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 jack nip and tuck. Each time she squatted down, the pull material of her short between her branch would expand out and her full gaping vagina poked out and was visible to anyone who could see it. The air conditioning blew up her slit and sent a poise quiver up her spine.

Flash :"Very good. 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. Johnson's fingers probing between her legs again. This meter he was able to enclose one deeper into her which he did. As she moved her trunk up and down with the exercising weight Mr. Johnson finger fucked her kitty in and out.

New York minute :"Hmm Miss. Kane. That dildo really opened your whoreson up ! I bet you loved getting fucked like that ! Isn't that right ?"

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

Flash :"I bet you can't wait to feature a REAL inkiness cock up inside your slit huh ? I bet you'd LOVE that !"

Elena began to breath heavy. More so in pleasure than in straining pain. Her legs started to feel like jelly and it was getting harder to set up the weight but she answered him.

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

Flash :"Yeah I knew that ! All you mother fucking white girls want some dim dick !"

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

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

She watched on with her custody on her waist flushed from the squat lifts but also from the study that Mr. Andrew Johnson did with his fingers in her vagina. It was an odd feeling to be both blown up from forcible sweat and sexually charged up at the same clock time. It made her line pump faster than she ever felt it through her heart.

Elena watched on as Mr. Johnson repositioned the bench in the weight domain. The diddlyshit thrusts weight bar was still hanging there on its stick high up on the machine. He then lowered the setting closer to the mat and then added another 10 pounds to each incline bringing the add together weighting on the bar to 55 pounds.

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

wink :"Miss. Kane, I'm gon na lie down flavorless on the terrace and you are gon na straddle my physical structure and squat under the weight bar. As soon as I get inside your pussycat, I want you to do your weight squats up and down. Understood ?"

Elena :"Yes."

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

Mr. Johnson then lay down on the mat. Elena put both her pegleg around his organic structure and then took the weighting onto her neck opening. It was much heavier and she strained a little to hold it in place and to gain her foothold. Everything was measure correctly and adjusted to Elena's small stature and for the task she was about to do. She squatted down and held her location right above Mr. Johnson's private parts area. She then felt him rubbing his cock against her dripping wet pussy back talk and after a few irregular he pushed the head of it into her. She let out a tawdry moan.

Elena :"OHHHHH ! ! ! ! !"

It felt so good to have a man's cock up inside her again. Her ex-husband had about six inches and he only ever was inside her for less than three transactions before he came every time that they had sex. Mr. Johnson's cock far ceded her ex in both length and cinch. She felt full and stretched from the dildo fucking earlier, and now Mr. Johnson was pumping her capable again with his heavy black prick. He worked it in a fiddling deeper while Elena squatted there holding the 55 pounds above her body.

Once things were all set and copasetic, he gave her the go ahead to start out her thrusts. Up and down she started to promote the weight, and in and out Mr. Johnson's enceinte pitch-black tool went into her cunt. Elena's knees started to throw off a little and she repositioned her bare understructure flavorless on the flooring which made Mr. Johnson's cock invade deeper into her womb.

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

The phone of soma slapping against pulp, weighting clanging and battering, and Elena's cries of delight echoed throughout the vacant gymnasium. Mr. Lyndon Johnson had his arms spread out, set up to spot any misunderstanding with the weight. cleaning woman in the past tense had been so overcome with pleasure that they had given out and he learned the voiceless way to not entrust them during this exercise.

Up and down Elena continued. Again, she lost count on her thrusts and most definitely did to a greater extent of them than was required. She came hard a few fourth dimension but never lost her concentration on the weightiness. Not long after that, Mr. Johnson grabbed her pelvic girdle and pulled her completed down onto his putz and he shot a turgid warhead of Black person cum deep up into pussy which stopped the jab and made both of them scream out in pleasure.

Elena struggled but returned the bar back up to its holding flag and then collapsed back down onto Mr. President Lyndon Johnson with his now rapidly getting flaccid cock still inside her. She fell forward and rested her oral sex on the Bench between Mr. Johnson knees. They lay there for a moment or two, both glistened with exertion and sticky with cum.

Flash :"We are finished for the day fille. Kane. Come back tomorrow at 8am, and remember, keep to the diet. One Sir Thomas More matter ; tonight, do some shaving. Remove everything from your peg, forearms, underarms, and of line, shave your pussy orbit completely. I don't want to see any hair on your torso anymore except for your head. Understood ?"

Elena :"Yes Mr. Johnson."

flash :"skillful ! 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 trade good workout again. As she sat there on the bus for nursing home, there was an one-time bleak man sitting across from her who stared at her the entire clock time. It was like she had ‘ black cock adulteress'stenciled across her os frontale, like he knew what she'd been doing all day. She went home, ate, and then ran the piss in the bathtub. She then shaved her body in all the piazza that Mr. Johnson instructed her to. The hardest was the fuzz just above her ass crack but with the assistance of a mirror she got it done. That Nox she slept well.

The next day, day three of the program, Elena arrived at the gym and went inside. She didn't see Mr. President Lyndon Johnson yet so she just stood there in front of his desk almost at attention waiting for him to issue forth from wherever he had gone. Then she heard a flush and deduced that he was in the lav. He walked out from the privy adjusting his short pants. When he saw Elena, he pulled his cock from them and string up it out orb and all exposed.

Flash :"Oh Miss. Kane, you're here. Why don't you come on over here and clean house the weewee from my pecker with your backtalk ?"

Without falter, Elena walked over to Mr. Samuel Johnson and got down on her genu. She took his cock in her properly script and lifted it up and then popped it into her mouth and began to give suck on it. From behind her, she heard the gym door unfastened again and then heard some footsteps. It was Orville Jefferson, another one of Mr. Johnson's men. Orville was tall and thinly and had blotchy skin especially on his expression. He wasn't ugly, but it was pull in that he had a skin trouble. Mr. Johnson looked up when he heard him.

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

OJ :"You know how it is !"

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

OJ :"Yeah man ! We stretched that whiteness bitch out pretty good ! She a fucking freak ! Licking our nooky and everything ! I never had no female parent fucking woman lick my ass before !"

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

Elena listened attentively from her articulatio genus in front of them while she continued to wet-nurse on Mr. Lyndon Johnson's cock. She was gagging a small trying to get most of it into her throat. She thought about Sherri and how it must bear looked to see two melanise men fuck her. Their dark black peel as they pumped their black stopcock in and out of her friend's oriental alabaster complexion, it must have been a sight to behold.

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

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

OJ :"Fuck yeah jigaboo ! Let me get some of dat shit !"

Elena watched from the corner of her eye as Orville pulled his rooster out from his trousers. It was another large devil and the pelt of it was blotchy just like the rest of him was.

split second :"Miss. Kane you're gon na go down on OJ here's cock too."

Again, without disinclination, Elena pulled her face from Mr. Johnson's crotch and grabbed cargo area of Orville's splotched cock and put it as cryptic as she could into her mouth.

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

heartbeat :"Well, we haven't figured that diddley out yet. She only been here a couple of Day and she's done good so far. Was gon na have her do some more weightiness but, we could fuck her right now if you want ?"

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

OJ :"hell on earth man, I'm always down for some white pussy."

Flash :"Alright Miss. Kane. Looks like your exercising today just took a detour. hold them wearing apparel off and meet us over there on the mats."

The two black men started to strip and walk towards the mat region. Elena slowly undressed as well as she watched them heap the mats up on the trading floor making a quasi-floor bed. Mr. Johnson turned and saw Elena fully naked and that she completely shaved her body.

newsflash :"Very nice Miss. Kane. That's what I meant about no haircloth. You got it ! Now retrieve 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 stifle between them both and recommenced with the earliest blowjob, making indisputable to splay her lip from pecker to ruffle. They did that for a while before Mr. Johnson lay down on the mat and Elena crawled between his peg and continued blowing him. She was now on all tetrad and Orville got behind her and fed his ten-inches into her pussy.

Elena :"Oh yeah ! Fuck my pussy !"

Orville did just that, pounding her twat from behind as she blew Mr. Johnson. They fucked her for a good time of day in unlike positions, with both men filling her mouth and pussy with plentiful amounts of smuggled cum. Orville was the inaugural to nut in her mouthpiece which tasted very sweet to Elena. When they finished, she was left a sticky mess and she was told to go and clean up. When she returned to the gym, she was still naked. Orville was gone and Mr. Dr. Johnson was standing over by his desk.

Flash :"Did you enjoy yourself Miss. Kane ?"

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

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

Elena :"Yes."

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

Elena did her exercises then left. She stopped at an old out of the way Rix pharmacy that had changed its name to Gary's Drugs, but you could still see the old faded Rix sign up on the top of the edifice. She asked for and bought a top of the personal credit line reusable clyster kit. It cost her $ 30. She went plate ate, showered, then used the enema kit to flush her asshole out. Even though she had always been fleshy Elena only defecated once every three twenty-four hours so it wasn't a big problem especially with her new diet.

The next break of the day was day four. Mr. Johnson made her do some more press set, some more push-ups, sit-ups, and some more squat raise. She worked out a good four 60 minutes but she didn't get any inglorious turncock or even a black dildo. On day five it was some Sir Thomas More of the same. At the beginning of day six Mr. Dr. Johnson outlawed clothing.

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

At this full point zippo that Mr. Dr. Johnson asked Elena to do she oppugn. She quickly went to the locker elbow room and took off all of her clothing. When she returned, Mr. President Andrew Johnson was completely naked as well. But as she walked out into the centre of the gym, she saw two more bare blacken men sitting around the weights area. This was a first and Elena felt immediately self-conscious. Her instinct was to deal herself up with her arms but she quickly removed them knowing that doing so would get her yelled at.

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

Nick :"photoflash 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 thick gruff beard was scary and the only thing that he was wearing was a yearn gold chain around his neck. He was sitting on a weight terrace and his lengthy wide black peter was hanging down like the clapper from a church building Alexander Graham Bell. His name was Curtis Struthers. His cock was the widest penis that Elena had ever seen. It looked like a turgid burnt kielbasa sausage balloon hanging over the meat counter of a deli.

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

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

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

split second :"See today we all gon na give out 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 charter three ignominious cocks up there. Three very large black peter. She didn't dare usher her displeasure though. She just swallowed her veneration and went with it.

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

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

twinkling :"Nope ! You're gon na ride the dildo wheel for thirty bit. We got ta open 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 doggie over that pad there. The curlicue bar has the weight set up on the other English. The lone statement I got is don't start the scroll until we get in. Then continue the curls without stopping. We gon na shape both the glute muscles and the sleeve during this exercise. pattern # 3 : A cleaning woman ain't pliable, if she's too fast. Understand ?"

Elena :"Yes. I understand."

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

The three of them started laughing. Elena ignored the laugh and got herself make to tantalize the dildo bicycle anally. She spackled her bastard with lube and then climbed up on the bike and positioned her ass on the seat. She slowly worked the treadle to move the dildo upward and back trying to get it in. It took a good three minutes, but she finally got the head 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 lubricating substance to attract it in deeper and make things more comfortable. Her ass would always push up off the tail end whenever the dildo came up. Finally, she was able to work it in and out without it hurting. She started the wheel and began pedaling. The rubber eraser cock went deep into her ass and back out with speed 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 ! fuck !"

As she worked the foot pedal on the cycle, she glanced over at the three men who were sitting around watching her and jerking off. At the ten-minute Gospel According to Mark her asshole was better acclimated and the fucking began to finger very good causing her snatch to water profusely again. It was like the dildo was sawing her in one-half between her legs, pushing her anal cavity open up wider and wider with each knife thrust up.

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

At the twenty-minute mark the dildo was in a skilful six inches deep. Elena was enjoying her ass fucking and couldn't wait to feel warm live member in her ass. She squealed and squirmed and screamed riding the bike faster and making the men severe than rock and roll. Finally, the bell rang on the bike signifying the end of the ride.

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

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

Elena :"I understand."

dent straddled the Bench behind her while trice worked some more lube generously between Elena's coffin nail boldness. The lubrication gel was very cooling and it felt good. trice's fingerbreadth felt well as well as he rubbed it as trench into her asshole as he could get it. He also brushed his fingers across her wet cunt a few times as well.

Nick took some lube too and coated his ten-inch-long pitch blackness mamba. Once it was coated, she felt him getting closer to her and getting into attitude behind her ass. With his right hand resting on the base of her back, she started to find the pressing of his turncock as he pushed it against her anal cavity.

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

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

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

She opened her mouth and tried with limited success to adulterate her lips over the heading of it. Curtis'cock was only semi-hard and it was too big for her sass, how in the nether region was he gon na get it into her SOB ? She could feel her jaw spreading wider as he pried open her sassing with each thrust of his cock. It was finally into her mouth at least two in and she could sense it poking at the vertebral column of her sassing. While her tending were diverted by the impossible face shtup that she was getting, dent had a skilful four inches of his own putz pushing in and out of her stringent asshole.

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

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

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

Five arcminute like that before Curtis finally pulled out and snap a thick sticky load up Elena's back. It was the first 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 twain of more than ticker before moving away. The unscathed time Elena never stopped curling the weight. New York minute was next to fuck her SOB. Which he did for the succeeding seven proceedings or so before pulling out and tagging off to William Curtis. Elena's heart started to beat faster and she got understandably spooky knowing that Curtis was taking his turn next.

William Curtis began feeding his wide-eyed monster in and it felt like individual was trying to split her body clear with a waste pipe pipework from under a cesspool. She'd already been opened up by a bike dildo, and then two pecker that were well lubed, and Curtis was now making it sense like it was all commencement again. Each thrust in pried her asshole wall farther apart.

Elena :"Ahhh ! ! ! Oh piece of ass ! That's too big ! AHHHHHHHH ! ! ! ! ! !"

He gaped her ass open for the next ten minutes before finally flooding his burden into her anus. Then it was ding's turn again. Each man took three tour total, all the while Elena continued doing scroll with the weightiness. Finally, after they all were finished flash told her to barricade the ringlet. They were all a bit sweaty, and the three men rested a while as Elena drank some Gatorade to replenish her electrolytes. Elena felt good. Tired but estimable. At least the fear of getting fucked in the ass were now over. And Truth be told, she rather liked induce a large cock deep up in her son of a bitch. It was only 10:30am though which was still betimes, something that Mr. Johnson realized as well.

flashing :"Miss Kane, I'm gon na give ya another ten minutes to repose, but your day today isn't over by a long scene. 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 jam. You're up for that right field ?"

Another surprise. Elena was hoping that her exercising was gon na be done for the day. Her ass was fucked candid well and her arms felt like jelly. Now she was going to be trio teamed, another first of all for the pretty petty Hawaiian. She defied her exhaustion and met his question with pseud eagerness.

Elena :"Sure ! Whatever you say."

They sat around for another ten minutes before Elena was told to fall in them on the matting. Flash lay down and told her to spike her pussy on his rooster, which she did, and then Curtis got his all-embracing obelisk back into her asshole. nick stuck his cock into her mouth and they triple teamed her for the next hour and a half, switching places when necessary.

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

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

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

Elena looked in one of the full-length mirrors. He was right. Her body was starting to look a minuscule less fat. There was a big smile on her face. She couldn't wait to get started on the day's exercising. The arcsecond week consisted of to a greater extent shag and more system of weights. They did the triple incursion day once again, this sentence with newsflash, OJ, and dent Anvayney.

On day 14 she began the day on the ordered series and her weight was now down to 143. She'd lost another 23 pound sign and she turned and jumped into flashbulb's arms and hug and kissed him on the cheek when she saw the totals.

ostentation :"Alright Miss. Kane ! It's obvious that you are well-chosen with your results. As you can see, in only 14 days of my program, you have lost a whap 38 pounds. Are you make to rent it up another notch ?"

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

Flash :"That's what I want to hear ! Starting tomorrow we're gon na double up your weights, lot, and time boundary. We're gon na shape those muscles and carry off the residuum of that fat until you are lean and beautiful ! But that's tomorrow ! Today…today…Rule # 4 : A fair sex ain't truly fulfilled, unless she's sharing with many others."

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

Flash :"Yes, today me and my boys are gon na turn that fiddling ass out. We're gon na open up up all of them piddling white hole. With our cocks we're gon na hammering and tenderize your soundbox and plain those stubborn fat cells out of you ! We also gon na record it all for posterity."

Mr. Dr. Johnson pointed at the two corners of the gym where the gym mat were set up and there was a stationary camera in each set up near the ceiling. Standing in the corner was also a unretentive skinny lightlessness womanhood named Tammie who was holding a hand held camera. It was explained to Elena that she was going to film a erotica series called Hawaiian pleasure and that they were going to sell the tapes to an adult site which would help pay for her gym membership fees. At this head Elena didn't care. Her heart was racing with prediction of having sex with five black men in one session.

flashing :"Okay then. Here's how everything's gon na go. beginning you are gon na get on your articulatio genus right on the white tape in the center."

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

Flash :"We will then immortalize XV minutes of circumvolve blowjob. After that, you will get on all IV and you will wet-nurse and be fucked until I say so. There will be a cock in your oral cavity and pussy at all times. following, we'll do the Saami affair for a while but in missionary. Next, back on all fours and we'll take turns gaping that ass. In the side by side stage, all three cakehole will be fucked at once. The last scene we're gon na all nut in your face."

TW :"Gon na paint that mofo ! Gon na paste ya eyes shut kick ! Ya get a line dat ?"

Elena ignored TW's taunts and walked swiftly over to the mat and got down on her knee in the nerve center of it. All five men then surrounded her in a circle with their semi-hard black member dangling in strawman of her face. For the next 15 minute of arc she rotated her mouth, tongue, fingers and palms over all five dark cocks and chunk feverishly, trying desperately to make them cum but to no service. During this whole succession, Elena's cunt was poked and prodded with numerous different black fingers which made it sopping wet.

Flash :"okeh bitch get on all fours ! We about to wreck that slit now."

Elena wiped away the excess saliva from her case and then got on all fours between all of the men. Only a few hebdomad ago the pudgy Hawaiian missy was at uttermost weight unit and sexually frustrated. Now she was 38 lbs. lightsome and overwhelmed daily by sex with black peter. The five men took turns the side by side three hours splitting Elena's pussy open with their large black meat cock. They also stretched her pharynx open, filling her belly with gobs of black cum. Elena herself came numerous meter as the five Joseph Black men fucked her pussy into the submissions of ecstasy.

After three hour of pussy pounding and oral fissure nooky, they gave those maw a relief and focused on Elena's third gear stimulant. She was again positioned on all fours and for the next hour and a one-half her ass was gaped open by all five black rooster, each one dumping a load of cum oceanic abyss into her anus at to the lowest degree once. Elena could experience them entering the bass part of her anal canal, stretching her rectum wider and wider. The dissonance from the cameras zooming in and out were more frequent during these percentage of the taping.

Finally, it was time to triple team all of Elena's holes and they basically took bit doing that the eternal rest of the day. Elena felt so loose but constantly full which defied system of logic. It wasn't until close to 7pm before they finally wrapped and Elena was told she could get arrange and go home. She was both emotionally and physically exhausted and that night she slept cryptical than she ever had in her lifetime.

Over the next few weeks the day blended together, and Elena's physical exertion got more forcible. She could find her body toning up and her skin getting sozzled around her bones. Looking in the mirror, she now wasn't capable to see any excess flab on her arms and legs and especially around her midsection. It was all melt quickly. By workweek's end Elena's weight was down to 120 quid losing another twenty-three. Week three was Thomas More of the Saami with Elena doing all of the anterior utilization at least twice more and on weight day she had lost another five pounds bringing her weight unit to 115. Between all of the ass, the exercises, and the extreme oatmeal diet, Elena shed a thumping 75 pounds by the full five weeks end. She now weighed in at a lissom 112 British pound sterling, and looked absolutely amazing. The petite Hawaiian young woman was so happy.

month later, Elena still keeps to the program. Now-a-days her physical exercise aren't as extreme and her dieting is not as strict. She doesn't lift very much weight unit anymore because her musculus are now adequately toned. When she goes to the gym now it's only two multiplication a workweek and she goes for a few second on the use bike or the treadmill and then some black prick piece of ass by news bulletin or one of the former trainers, or often a combination of whomever is present that day in the gym. The identification number of different black tool that Elena has been with has ballooned beyond Flash and his flight simulator. Sometimes Flash has exceptional pitch-dark guests who get to bed her that day and then she never sees them again.

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

This is how she's able to pay for her gym meter and the past tense debts that she has accumulated during the duration of the computer programme. What Elena and every other woman who joins the program doesn't know is that there isn't any end to it. The charges are so steep that a girl never truly pays it off no affair how lots sex that she has. Unfortunately, none of them figure it out until they are deeply in debt to it all and in most typesetter's case, addicted to it anyway. The alternative payment design have their pitfall too. The solely three slipway to stop the round and come out from under newsflash's ovolo is what he calls Dance, Train, or Auction.

Dancing is self-explanatory. Basically, the fille ends up stripping for a pre-determined period of fourth dimension while still keeping up gym appearances and solicitation sidereal day. The defrayment are accelerated with all of her net sent directly to the gym, and the average time to complete this pick is usually a wide year, sometimes more. By that time, most of the woman end up addicted to drugs and end up becoming full fledged sprigger the rest of their lives. They also fall under the quarter round of the gild proprietor so it's like going from the frying pan into the fervor with this option. Only the wiser lady friend who stay clean come out of the other side and break up completely free.

The Train option plenty are shorter in time but by sheer volume in bleak cock. A lady friend who has a train ran on her suck and fucks dozens of black dick in very large gangbang sessions. It's to a greater extent than one occurrence, and it's all done within a thirty-day time period. So, it's three to five trains with an inexhaustible identification number of mordant men in a calendar month's clip. It's payment on steroids, and the girl who chooses this alternative is usually finished with the gym and collection visit. They are told that the men are all fair but truth be told that would take money to set up and Flash isn't bankrolling any STD testing. It's a unfreeze for all with many hazard and most womanhood shy away from this option.

The Auction alternative is basically the sale of your debt and body to another party. That one has the incertitude of time served and/or overall situation with your new creditors. Elena has been briefed on all of the alternatives and she has decided to persist within her stream programme, the two gym visits and the one assembling night. The position quo is never ending and she'll most in all probability be beholden to the gym the rest of her life.

Elena realizes this but she is felicitous with her set-up so it's a moot point. To do that though, she must also help with recruitment. Once Flash gets you into shape, you are asked to inscribe other Edward Douglas White Jr. women for gym rank. When it was explained to her, it was presented to her as Rule # 5 : A charwoman ain't complete, unless she spreads the intelligence. Basically, she's expected to bring other white-hot 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 of late. Her name is molly Donovan, a 21-year-old that just started working there only a few weeks ago. She's a wet-behind-the-ears petty girlfriend really, someone that Elena can easily persuade to do anything, given that she has taken her under her wing. Molly isn't fat or out of configuration at all, and she wouldn't need a gym membership anywhere, but she's beautiful and she'll be just what Flash has ordered.

The End