The cab number one wood watched hungrily as the umbrella holding Elena Kane stepped over the puddle at the al-Qaeda of the curb on her way from his cab to the entrance of the gym. The old blackness man had been stealing flavor at the now thin and pretty Hawaiian beauty the completely ride in his rear-view mirror as she sat with her hanker beautiful branch crossed exposing her upper second joint in the book binding rear of his cab. One in conclusion aspect at those legs as they sashayed into the construction was trusted enough to provide some adequate spank-bank material during a few future rub and tug sessions for the old black man.

Elena wasn't always this fit though. In fact, she was a good 75 Ezra Pound overweight for most of her grownup life story. The 32-year-old beauty had spent the past yr working out at flashgun's fittingness Factory, adhering to a hard-and-fast and unique fitness regimen that has allowed her to shed the British pound sterling systematically and shape Elena's body into a curvey pleasure to any man's eyes.

Growing up in Hawaii and raised by a Polynesian mother and a Caucasian father, the 4'10"short missy with the pretty grimace and dark little hair was always tragically overweight. At her leaden, Elena would tip the exfoliation at 187 hammering which given her inadequate stature would make her looking like a roly-poly picayune bollock of flesh. It always was a major source of Elena's low self-pride because she truly wasn't really a arduous eater. The food she ate wasn't the healthiest but it wasn't like she was frequenting the loyal solid food drive-thru either.

Elena's system of weights was also a major job in her three-year go wedding too. Her now ex-husband Peter used to tease her mercilessly and cruelly which culminated the doomed union into divorcement. She was 26 at the prison term and Hawaii became a place that Elena just didn't want to be anymore. She decided to move to the mainland and ended up in an apartment in downtown Los Angeles, and got a Nice low-level job in a secretarial pool.

One day, Elena's new friend from employment Sherri Kimbelsen began raving about a unique and successful gym in the Willowbrook area that catered specifically to overweight cleaning lady, and helped them molt undesirable pounds. Sherri seemed very adamant about Elena giving this finical course of study a try. The sell job was really aggressive and well-rehearsed.

Elena :"I don't know Sherri. Isn't Willowbrook a bad area ? I mean, isn't there's a lot of ring there ? Mostly black 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 just 25 pounds heavier, and no topic what I did I just couldn't lose that system of weights. Then I went to Flash Samuel Johnson's gym and within weeks I looked like this."

She put her arms out in expulsion of her fit public figure. Sherri was beautiful and looked as physically fit as a super-model would take care. Everywhere that she went men were always hitting on her. Elena never saw Sherri out with a man which was a slight odd, but she always would attract attention especially from the political boss in employment. She stood at 5'8 ”, 113 lbs. with 34-22-32 measurements, long blonde fuzz halfway down her back, and the farseeing legs showcased by the types of heights cad that she always wore. Sherri was a bombshell, the typical Cali smoking hot blond, and she always dressed that way too, wearing short-circuit bird and cleavage showing blouses.

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

Sherri :"Stop it ! You are a very passably little girl. All you've got to do is mislay the weight. I'm relation you, go see flashbulb. He'll avail you out. After a few weeks of his program you won't believe how great you'll spirit. It's a life changer."

Elena :"wellspring, I DO ingest a service good luck coming up. I suppose it can't suffering to go check it out."

In an cause to hold open a refreshful image among their clients, the company that staffed the secretarial puddle gave the ladies employed with them a yearly five-week vacation recess. It was a nice benefit that wasn't common with early company but it did wonders for the women who worked for them. It also stocked their clients with a revolving door of unfermented faces which made a business look like it employed a lot more masses than it really had. It made them look successful.

Sherri :"goodness thought ! five-spot workweek 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-hand. Okay, I'll do it ! But when I get thin you ripe ask me out to some clubs."

Sherri's face changed a piddling to a smell of negative surprisal. Then she quickly smiled to cross up what she was thinking. She knew that once Elena started the plan that she wouldn't have any time to go out to clubs and company. In fact, there was a lot that Sherri wasn't telling her that Elena would soon find out. Never-the-less, she promised.

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

That conversation was on a Wednesday. The following William Ashley Sunday morning and a day into her Robert William Service break, Elena put on a twosome of sweat pants and a baggy sweatshirt and a pair of white sneakers. She decided to go to Willowbrook to ascertain out Flash's gym. Twenty minutes 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 corner of an L-shaped mini strip mall adjacent to a woebegone spirits memory board. The masses on the street walking by her were all sinister, and standing there in her exertion she sure stuck out like a sore thumb. Finally, she summoned the courageousness to go inside.

interior, there was a quiet and deserted gym with a few rows of different example political machine lined up. It was a pretty big elbow room that had a big open region after the motorcar, and way at the back of it all was a desk with a improbable brawny blackness man sitting at it. Elena looked down at her feet and swallowed, then walked through the empty gym towards the man. The narrow escape on the floor from her gym shoe echoed off the gym walls, but the big nigrify man never looked up at her from his newspaper until she was right in front of his desk.

ostentation :"Ahh yes. I know exactly who YOU are. My girl Sherri told me all about your trivial low-set ass."

His interpreter 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 skittish and a fiddling stymie and didn't say anything.

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

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

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

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

split second :"Here ya go, go in that locker way over there and change into these. I got ta see what I've got here and with that gray-headed monster you got on, I can't see anything. Besides, we gon na do a few system of weights today and you're gon na need something soused on."

Elena tentatively picked up the clothes and walked slowly towards the footlocker room. She wasn't expecting to start any physical exercise the first day. She started to guess about what she was getting herself into. Could she possibly retain coming to this gym in this very bad neighborhood ? Was this crude man legitimate ? Elena's mind was racing.

Inside the locker room, Elena found an empty footlocker and then got disinvest and began to put on the summercater bra first. Her 34D breasts hardly fit in it and it barely stretched over her large teat which were arduous and predominantly poking through the soaked pink spandex textile. It pushed her breasts up and together like a wonder bra would and pointed her rock-hard mammilla straight forward which was a bit mortifying and revealing. The bottoms of her boobs stuck out of it a slight as well showing copious under boob, and there just wasn't a way to stretch the material completely over them.

The short pants on the former hired man were a whole other head ache. She tried to put them on over her underclothing but just couldn't because of the stiff fit. She eventually decided to just get rid of her panties and go commando hoping that the gym well laundered its vesture. As she pulled the underdrawers up to her waist, she felt the seat of them wedge tight and deep into her ass fling. She spent a few mo trying to adjust the shorts in property but to no avail.

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

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

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

Flash :"Miss Kane, it looks like I've got to be blunt. So here it is…the frigidness hard 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 past obviously hasn't worked, because you are STILL a fat bitch ! aspect at yourself…no issue what you've done to transfer, you haven't ! That's why you are here ! You wan na continue being a fat gripe ? Then there's the fucking door ! Get the fuck out and stop wasting my time ! You're at the firstly intersection Elena, so, make up your nous right now !"

Elena was shocked by his dullness. But as signify as he was, he was right. Everything she had tried in the past to help herself lose weight had failed and failed miserably. She wanted to be cut. She needed this and she knew it. Maybe this was a critical point in her life-time and she needed to drop more metre thinking on it all but standing in front end of this big grim and coarse gym trainer she felt force and intimidated.

Flash :"What's it gon na be young woman. Kane ?"

Elena :"I'm sorry. I'm just a minuscule scared is all. I want to get down your program"

flash bulb :"Alright then. Sorry I yelled, but sometimes it's the only way to get through to hoi polloi. It won't be the first time I yell at you either. Get used to it, and please take it all personal. The only way that you're gon na change your life is to remember that your life suck as it is rectify now. So, it IS personal. Let it cut through to your heart and together we will plough all this shit around ! Now, in the calendar week to come you will do whatever I say, when I say it, and how I say it without any doubtfulness. I don't pass a fuck what I ask you to do, you gon na do it ! Do you finger me ?"

Elena :"Y-yes."

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

She removed the towel and stood there pouring out of the smashed pink athletics bra and trunks. ostentation came around from his desk with a clipboard in his hand and started to take the air slowly around her with a flavour of study across his face. The man was huge. He was easily over six feet and his muscle definition made him front very extensive and imposing. The t-shirt and shorts he was wearing were tight like another layer of skin spread over his dark-mocha distort consistence. The man was an Adonis. He then reached out and put his hand on her left breast which startled her a little.

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

He rolled the nipple of her breast through the bra between his pollex and fore finger as he spoke. She could find it getting even harder as a rush of electricity flooded through her torso ; stimulated from his touch. He then walked behind her and gave her left ass cheek a severe smacking which not only bite but sent the aforementioned electricity, as well as bother, shooting coldness and flying through her.

Elena :"Ouch ! What was that for ?"

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

Elena :"Anal density ?"

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

What was he even talking about ? Anal density ? Elena began to sense a little confused. She stood there watching this goliath black man circle her half naked soundbox making hands-on critiques of it, touching her in inappropriate places, and scribbling things on his clipboard. It was a petty bit humiliating and weird, but for some unknown reason to her it was also titillating which made no sense. Next, he bent down in social movement of her and put his left-hand hand in her private parts region. He dragged his fingers across her inner second joint and then across the material of the shorts against her pubic mound. The sexual electricity again raced through her rakehell. He was basically fondling her.

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

Elena removed her snitch and walked over to the scale and stood on it. The digital bit above her read/write head read 181 pounds. The routine embarrassed Elena and Mr. Johnson's boisterous and hateful words didn't boost her self-esteem either.

flashgun :"damn Miss. Kane ! For a very dead woman that's a Hades of a lot of weight ! For a girl your height I could make TWO beef out of all that flab ! I see that we got our work cut out for us. world-class matter we gon na do today is the bike. Now, it's all set up to the stipulation that I want for you. So, go on over and depend upon that fucking bike for 30 minutes !"

Elena :"You mean…now ?"

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

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

Flash :"Oh…and Miss. Kane ; that's thirty neat moment. Don't occlusive for nothing ! You keep those pedals going non-stop. There's a bell that will ring on the bike that will tell you when you are finished. Until you hear that bell…don't fucking stop !"

Elena got on the bicycle. The keister of it was a little bit high, and the handlebars were a bit lower making her body lean a lot forward. Mr. Andrew Johnson obviously knew of her elevation because he had the bicycle set to her organic structure precisely. She could reach the foot lever and everything and aside from the place forward and the coarseness of the pedals on her bleak animal foot, she felt pretty comfortable. She slowly started pedaling. There was some resistance but it wasn't anything that she couldn't handle. After a few second, she could really set off to feel the burn in her legs, her hips, and some numbness on her finger and arms. The lather started to pour out and Elena got into a proficient riding rhythm.

By the twenty-minute mark, she started to snort and huff. Her legs were tired and she couldn't look anything in her arms anymore. Now she was watching the timer silently cheering on the thirty-minute mark to make it waiting for the end. She tried to call up of other thing. She thought about her friend Sherri and wondered how she happened to obtain this special gym. It didn't really matter how Sherri found the gym she just looked amazing. Always tight beautiful and beamy. If Elena could function herself to even half the cast that Sherri was in, it would be a victory she thought.

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

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

Elena :"Reps ?"

flash :"Yeah motherfucker repp ! We work out here at instant's Fitness Factory ! This ain't like all those early fucking gyms, those cookie cutters that have you just run on a treadmill and shit ! You're gon na fret here missy. Kane ! We got five week to lash your piddling butterball ass into shape, and we gon na do it ! You dig ?"

Elena :"How did you roll in the hay I had five workweek off from body of work ?"

Flash :"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 contribute me some reps on this here automobile !"

Elena sat on the bench and stretched out on it on her back. Her pegleg were still sore but her arms felt better than a few minutes ago. ostentation stood near her nous to spot her, and when she looked up, she glimpsed the big jut emanating from his spandex shorts located almost right there about two human foot above her face. It was impressively vauntingly and looked like he had a small animal stuffed in his boxershorts. How big was this guy's penis ? She tried to not mark it, but wasn't achieving her goal. She continued to gaze at it while she pressed the weights up and down. five reps and done, and her oculus never left his bulge.

flash bulb :"Very dependable. OK relax, I'm gon na up the weight a little bit."

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

ostentation :"Okay we're up to 40 pounds. have me two sets of 5 rep with this weight."

She again started to vacate the system of weights. It was a little heavier with the excess pounds but she pushed it up and down with relative repose. The wholly time she couldn't preserve her eyes off of the big spandex-clad slice of heart that was hanging in a Black person spandex hammock just above her face. Again, somehow, she got through it without incident.

wink :"Very good misfire. Kane. Okay, on this side by side set we are gon na essay your dexterity and power, as well as your ability to center. cypher should trouble you from finishing your quest. The weight will persist the Saame but I want three sets of 10. Remember, DO NOT burst your concentration."

Elena :"Okay."

Mr. Andrew Johnson walked to the former end of the bench down by her metrical unit. He strapped both of her ft down at the ankles to each leg of the Bench. The bench was a little bit wider than a standard weight bench, about a goodness thirty in full which once her mortise joint were strapped down her legs were spread open to their maximum. He also fastened a strap around her waist locking her whole torso to the bench.

Elena :"Why are you doing that ?"

instant :"Wait…. What the fuck did you just say ? Is that a fucking question ? What did we JUST plant about fucking interrogative sentence ?"”

Elena :"I…I didn't mean…"

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

She again took wait of the bar and steadied to do her reps. She erased the scolding that she had just gotten from her mind and reset herself emotionally. As she pushed the bar from her chest up for the world-class clip, she then felt him touching her with his fingers between her legs. ‘ What was he doing ?'she thought. He was blatantly rubbing her pussy rim through the spandex and it actually felt very upright. So good that her soundbox started to reply to his touch and her vagina started to get wet.

The tactile sensation was amazing and very distracting, and making it hard to do her rep, but she defiantly didn't let it disrupt what she was doing. Towards the end of the instant set of 10 reps she arched her back as very much as the strap around her waist would earmark while Mr. Samuel Johnson dug his fingers into her vagina through her shorts. He even poked his fingerbreadth into the cloth of the short pants and into her vagina a good column inch or so too. Elena's clitoris was responding to it and driving her crazy, but she didn't break concentration which was pretty impressive. He removed his fingers from her privates area as she returned the bar back up to the rack.

flash :"Very nice girl. Kane. You're a quick work. Relax a few more minutes, I'll be right wing back."

Elena lay their flushed. Flushed because of her exercise and flushed because of the unscheduled fingering that she had just received. It had been a foresightful while since a man touched her in that way. She almost bury how outstanding that it felt. For the succeeding five minutes she relaxed and caught her breath and regained her composure. As her composure began to return, touch sensation of assault started to cringe into her headspring. Did this man that she just met under an hour ago seriously just harry her ?

She thought again about her beautiful blonde office acquaintance. Was this how she too had gotten in pattern ? A picture of Sherri lying on the weight workbench 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 friend's pussy made her stomach do flip founder too. She couldn't help but rub her own pussy through her shorts thinking about her hot booster going through the Saami experience. Before she knew it, Mr. President Andrew Johnson returned with a weird looking wrench in his right wing hand. She pulled her script out from between her branch and hoped that He hadn't seen what she was just doing.

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

Elena :"Okay."

He again stood near her headway and reached forward over the bench. This time his software was positioned a few inches from her human face, stuffy than it was before. He then stepped back and pulled the face of the Bench and it rose about a metrical unit higher from the flooring with Elena still on it. By doing this, her ramification pulled pissed towards the posterior of the bench because her feet were still tied to the legs of it and her feet bottoms rose from the gym level. The only parts of her feet touching the level now was her toes.

Mr. Johnson then made another adjustment behind her headway and the end of the bench went down a few inch 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 rack being stretched and her muscularity in her pelvis legs and torso were expanded. She felt helpless without any way to move with everything tied down and stretched except for her arms.

instant :"Okay, another two stage set of 10 repp. Remember to never break concentration. Nothing should stimulate you turn back your reps. And Miss Kane…also commend this……rule # 1 : A char can't breathe if she can't expand."

She had no cue what he was talking about. prescript # 1 ? What did that even stand for ? Again, she started to do burden reps with the bar It was a little more difficult with her head positioned small than the way it was before. On the fourth rep, she heard Mr. Johnson moving around outside of her view. He then came into survey only this clip his gibbousness was completely hanging loose out of his shorts. His rooster was Brobdingnagian, a lot boastful than she had imagined it would be. Her eyes got really big and before she could say anything, he took it in his hand and positioned it at her lips. She tried to close her mouth but he pushed the head of it past her sass and across her tongue.

Instinctively, she continued to rep the weights up and down while Mr. President Lyndon Johnson fed his cock deeper into her throat. The fact that she was tied down made it impossible to move away from him. Deeper and cryptic he pushed his black ivory into her mouth as she gagged and gasped for air. Her eyes started to water system as well as he fucked her fount with his rooster. She lost counting on how many reps she was doing with the free weight bar but she didn't think she should blockade until she was told to.

After a good ten minutes, she felt his shaft scratch line to pulsate and then a few indorsement later she could try his sperm cell as it filled her mouth and drizzled down her opened-up pharynx into her tummy. Between her ramification was becoming a dowse mess. Mr. Johnson pulled out from her oral cavity and then helped her position the weight unit back up on its holders on the car. She just lay there trying to catch her breath for a few minutes. Her arms felt like jelly and her mouth felt sore and stretched. She still could try out the salty taste of sperm in her mouth which was better tasting than she expected it to be. Then after a few mo Mr. LBJ untied her ankle joint from the bench.

Flash :"okeh girl Kane, I've got a feeling of what your wide program is gon na be. You may go change and return tomorrow at 8am. Don't be late ! We've got a lot to spread over !"

He walked back behind his desk putting his now rapidly flaccid spermatozoon dripping penis back into his shorts. Elena stared at him for a few indorsement as he sat there reading his newspaper publisher. She wiped the cum from her lips with the rachis of her hand before silently getting up and heading into the locker elbow room. As she got dressed, she couldn't believe that this man had just basically forced her to blow him. The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. She finished getting dressed and then returned to the gym with a fire inside her belly looking to give her new ‘ trainer'a bit of her mind. How dare he, she thought. He was gone though. The unscathed gym was vacant. She knew that he must be around somewhere but where ? After a few Thomas More bit, she decided to just leave so she forgot about it all and left. On the way home Elena made a pact with herself that she would not generate to the gym and that she might even cover Mr. Johnson to the police.

That night she thought long and hard about what had happened. She started to recollect about how she allowed Mr. President Andrew Johnson to fuck her lip and didn't try at to the lowest degree once to barricade him. She thought about how her body felt and how wet it all made her between her legs. She thought about the musky odor and the tactile sensation of his balls as they pushed against her nose and eyes as he pushed his cock trench into her throat and came hard into her venter. As she lay there with guilt, self-reproach, and a bit of ira, she was unconsciously rubbing at her pussy again, working her fingerbreadth while she lay with her branch splayed wide across her bed.

Then her head started to fulfill with questions again. How could he consume taken reward of her like that ? Maybe this guy was not being straight with her and decided to get out a fast one on a new missy. Did Sherri get it on about any of this ? Maybe he had no purpose 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 straightaway. Her heart started to fold and before hanker she fell fast asleep.

The side by side morning Elena woke up early, showered and dressed and got on the bus for Willowbrook. Her limb still felt a little sore but her anger was completely gone and it was replaced with prediction. It was almost like her night's sleep had erased all of Mr. Johnson's harassment and had replaced it all with physical exercise 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 :"secure daybreak Miss. Kane, how did you sleep ?"

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

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

Elena :"Oh ? There's more ?"

Flash :"jack bitch ! We got a whole lot More to do !"

She followed him into the gym and all the way to his desk sphere. She watched him from buns and for the first prison term noticed that he had the distinctive black Male ass, high and shaped nicely. They sat down and he reached into his top drawer and pulled out some papers.

newsflash :"Judging by yesterday, it's obvious to me that your little friend Sherri didn't filling you in on completely everything about this program. You see, she did you no party favour by keeping you in the iniquity like this so here it is straight up. The mystical to helping whitened adult female lose weight is diet, workout, and most importantly, sex with blackened cock. nil but big smuggled pecker and flock of it."

Elena sat there with a shocked look on her fount. She felt a footling 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 waist side. Besides, her trunk was giving her the ‘ turned on'signals again which made matter very confusing.

wink :"misfire. Kane, I can see by the look on your nerve that you are conflicted. Once again, I will give you the out. But this is your last-place probability. If you feel that you just can not continue this broadcast then there's the fucking room access ! Be gone with you ! carry your objet d'art of give away fat soundbox and get the fuck out ! Or…you can outride and we can continue. You have simple seconds to decide."

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

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

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

Flash :"Now, for the meal. You are only allowed to eat twice a day. In the morning for breakfast you may take some oatmeal. This oatmeal right here. It's a especial 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 prevention that were wrapped in blank white wrappers.

Flash :"Either eat a stadium of burgoo, or eat a nooky rolled oats bar ! Either way, that's all you are allowed to eat in the morn before you come here. For dinner ? Again, the fucking burgoo ! No gist, no veg, no fruit, no fucking bread, nothing else ! A few workweek of this diet and the work we will do here, and you will drop off some weight pretty fucking fast ! Then we can work on your definition. interpret ?"

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

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

He handed her another mutation bra and boxers set with the gym logotype on them only this set was yellow. She walked to the locker room to convert into them. Once again, the bra was very tight and her big boob were pouring out of it. The shorts though, the shortstop were crotchless. It wasn't even a true crotchless pair of shorts, the opening looked like it was ripped open up or maybe had been split give by someone else. She tried to tire out her panties on beneath them but it just wouldn't fit. There wasn't anything that she could do. And asking Mr. LBJ about them was a no-no, so she just put them on and returned to the gym.

Flash :"Looking good in yellow Miss. Kane. See that mat over there in the corner ? The blue devil one ? Go over there, and give me three sets of 10 sit-ups and then three circle of 10 push-ups. We are on a time agenda so don't fuck around !"

Elena quickly walked over to the mat and began her sit-ups. Just then, the threshold opened up and another blacken man entered the gym. He was magniloquent and fit, and very muscular like Mr. Andrew Johnson. It was a man named Tony S. S. Van Dine. Tony was also a personal trainer and he worked for flashgun. His muscles were a little more defined but that was because professionally, Tony also did some body-building.

blink of an eye :"TW ! Just the man I wan na see. fall over here man."

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

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

news bulletin :"Yup. ally of Sherri's. Which reminds me, that gripe is in arears. Why don't you go around tonight and cause an ah… ? compendium if you know what I mean."

Tony :"well, I'm supposed to thieve up with Orville tonight…."

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

Tony :"Oh Irish bull Orville would care that ! okeh, will do !"

The two black men laughed and high fived each other. Then they went outside. Elena could see their silhouettes in the big frost delineation window of the gym. She didn't know what they meant but she did actualize that they were talking about Sherri. She finished the sit-ups and then started on the push-ups. She could feel the air blowing through the hole that was in her privates surface area. It felt skilful and cool. As she got close to the end of her final set, Mr. Johnson returned to the gym.

Flash :"Miss. Kane, today we're gon na do some more cycle study, with a twist. You see, if you're gon na be taking some Joseph Black rooster between those legs, then we're gon na have to spread out your shit up a bit. This bike is a little dissimilar from the one you rode yesterday. Watch this…you're gon na fuck this shit !"

She followed him over to the exercise cycle which had a large fatal tarp over it covering it completely. He removed the tarpaulin and the first thing that Elena noticed was the forefront of a large pitch-dark dildo poking out from a muddle in the heart of the bike's tail end. The power train connected to the pedal point was extra-large too.

Mr. Johnson then reached down and pedaled the pedals with his script a few rotary motion 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 bum during one bike rotary motion. Elena was expected to take almost the whole thing while pedaling a steady rhythm on the bike.

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

Elena :"Y-Yeah."

She took the feeding bottle of lubrication that Mr. President Andrew Johnson handed her and splooged a generous quantity of it into her paw. She figured as long as he was offering, she was going to urinate this labor as easy as possible. She reached down with her lubricant filled palm and spackled it between her legs and generously into her vagina. After wiping her hands with a towel, Elena climbed up on the bike and positioned her body over the hole in the prat. She moved the foot lever a piffling with her left foot and eased the dildo up about two in into her well lubed pussy.

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

split second :"Well, that's how big niggas is too ! Sometimes even bigger ! We got ta open that box up if we're gon na sharpen pencils in it, if you get my drift ! Now, 30 hour non-stop. You know the drill. Don't blockage until you hear the bell."

Mr. Johnson walked back to his desk. Elena steady herself on the seat and the pedals and then leaned forward to dig 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 fuck ! Oh my God ! It's so big ! It's deep ! It's fucking deep ! Oooohhhhh ! Oooohhhhh ! piece of ass ! Oooohhhhh yeah ! Yeah !"

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

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

Mr. Johnson ignored Elena's intimate cries. He just sat there at his desk reading his newspaper while she rode the motorcycle and had her kitty-cat gaped loose by the dildo. The thirty hour net came to a ending and the campana rang signifying her to stop which she did. She came four total times during the all physical exercise. Elena's legs were extremely weak but she managed to climb off of the bike and then walk bowlegged over to Mr. Johnson's desk. He looked up at her and smiled.

Flash :"Alright girl. Kane, back over to the weight terrace. Now we are gon na do some 25-pound knee bend lifts. Basically, you will brook over the workbench and hold the weight behind your forefront and pushing it up and down. Give me 5 of them mighty now."

The pall and sexually flushed Elena stood over the bench and positioned the bar behind her neck opening then did five perfect squat heave. Each time she squatted down, the rend material of her shorts between her pegleg would amplify out and her full gaping vagina poked out and was visible to anyone who could see it. The air conditioning blew up her pussy and sent a cool shiver up her spine.

Flash :"Very good. okeh rest a few minutes and we'll do another 10. This fourth dimension we'll add ten Thomas More pounds."

She rested a few then got back into lieu and was told to do the future 10 set. On the moment thrust up, she felt Mr. Dr. Johnson's fingers probing between her leg again. This time he was able-bodied to slip in one deeper into her which he did. As she moved her body up and down with the weights Mr. Lyndon Baines Johnson finger fucked her kitty-cat in and out.

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

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

flash :"I bet you can't wait to have a very disgraceful putz up inside your pussy huh ? I bet you'd LOVE that !"

Elena began to breath threatening. More so in delight than in straining pain. Her wooden leg started to sense like jelly and it was getting gruelling to raise the weight but she answered him.

Elena :"Y-Yes ! I do ! I'd have a go at it a black putz inside my pussy !"

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

She ignored his contumely and continued her set. When she finished the ten diddly, she returned the exercising weight to the simple machine 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 hunker down rise but also from the workplace that Mr. Johnson did with his finger in her vagina. It was an odd smell to be both blown up from strong-arm sweat and sexually charged up at the same time. It made her blood ticker faster than she ever felt it through her heart.

Elena watched on as Mr. Johnson repositioned the bench in the exercising weight expanse. The low-set knife thrust weight bar was still hanging there on its pivot high up on the machine. He then lowered the setting closer to the mat and then added another 10 pounds to each face bringing the total system of weights on the bar to 55 pounds.

She then watched as he pulled his jersey and then his shorts off. Mr. Johnson now stood there completely naked in front of Elena. His stopcock looked Rock hard and it was pointing a undecomposed ten inches from his balls out straight in the counselling of her.

Flash :"Miss. Kane, I'm gon na lie down flat on the terrace and you are gon na straddle my body and diddly-shit under the weight bar. As soon as I get inside your pussy, I want you to do your weight squats up and down. Understood ?"

Elena :"Yes."

flashgun :"And Miss. Kane, prescript # 2 : A woman can't salary increase to the function if she hasn't been down first."

Mr. Johnson then lay down on the mat. Elena put both her leg around his body and then took the system of weights onto her neck. It was much cloggy and she strained a trivial to hold it in blank space and to benefit her footing. Everything was measure correctly and adjusted to Elena's pocket-size height and for the task she was about to do. She squatted down and held her attitude right above Mr. Johnson's crotch area. She then felt him rubbing his tool against her dripping wet snatch lip and after a few mo he pushed the head of it into her. She let out a loud moan.

Elena :"OHHHHH ! ! ! ! !"

It felt so good to have a man's cock up inside her again. Her ex-husband had about six column inch and he only ever was inside her for less than three minutes before he came every sentence that they had sex. Mr. Johnson's prick far ceded her ex in both length and girth. She felt full and stretched from the dildo fucking originally, and now Mr. Johnson was pumping her open again with his large Shirley Temple Black turncock. He worked it in a little deeper while Elena squatted there holding the 55 pounds above her body.

Once things were all set and copasetic, he gave her the go ahead to begin her drive. Up and down she started to bear on the weight unit, and in and out Mr. Johnson's orotund nigrify cock went into her kitty-cat. Elena's knees started to shake a lilliputian and she repositioned her denude foundation flat on the flooring which made Mr. Johnson's rooster invade deeper into her womb.

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

The speech sound of flesh slapping against anatomy, weights clanging and battering, and Elena's cries of delight echoed throughout the vacant lyceum. Mr. Johnson had his sleeve spread out, fix to spot any mistakes with the weightiness. woman in the past had been so defeat with delight that they had given out and he learned the hard way to not entrust them during this exercise.

Up and down Elena continued. Again, she lost reckoning on her thrusts and to the highest degree definitely did Sir Thomas More of them than was required. She came hard a few clock time but never lost her compactness on the weight. Not long after that, Mr. Johnson grabbed her hips and pulled her completed down onto his putz and he shot a heavy loading of black cum deep up into pussy which stopped the thrusts and made both of them scream out in pleasure.

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

New York minute :"We are finished for the day fille. Kane. semen back tomorrow at 8am, and remember, hold open to the diet. One to a greater extent thing ; tonight, do some skimming. Remove everything from your leg, forearms, underarms, and of course, trim your kitty-cat sphere completely. I don't want to see any hair on your eubstance anymore except for your head. Understood ?"

Elena :"Yes Mr. Johnson."

Flash :"unspoilt ! Now get the ass out ! See ya tomorrow."

She got up, got dressed and quickly left. She felt the burn one would feel from a good workout again. As she sat there on the bus for home base, there was an senior dim man sitting across from her who stared at her the entire time. It was like she had ‘ disgraceful cock slut'stenciled across her forehead, like he knew what she'd been doing all day. She went domicile, ate, and then ran the water system in the bathtub. She then shaved her body in all the places that Mr. Johnson instructed her to. The hardest was the fuzz just above her ass crevice but with the aid of a mirror she got it done. That night she slept well.

The next day, day three of the plan, Elena arrived at the gym and went inside. She didn't see Mr. LBJ yet so she just stood there in front of his desk almost at attention waiting for him to do from wherever he had gone. Then she heard a flush and deduced that he was in the toilet. 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.

flare :"Oh Miss. Kane, you're here. Why don't you come on over here and pick the water from my peter with your mouth ?"

Without indisposition, Elena walked over to Mr. Johnson and got down on her knee joint. She took his pecker in her right manus and lifted it up and then popped it into her sassing and began to suckle on it. From behind her, she heard the gym threshold loose again and then heard some footsteps. It was Orville Jefferson, another one of Mr. Johnson's men. Orville was tall and thin and had blotchy skin especially on his face. He wasn't ugly, but it was clear that he had a skin problem. Mr. LBJ looked up when he heard him.

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

OJ :"You know how it is !"

ostentation :"Did you go with TW the other Nox ?"

OJ :"Yeah man ! We stretched that white bitch out pretty just ! She a fucking freak ! Licking our behind and everything ! I never had no mother fucking woman lap up my ass before !"

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

Elena listened attentively from her genu in nominal head of them while she continued to suck on Mr. Johnson's rooster. She was gagging a footling trying to get most of it into her throat. She thought about Sherri and how it must have looked to see two calamitous men fuck her. Their shadow black pelt as they pumped their mordant tool in and out of her acquaintance's Mexican onyx skin color, it must let been a deal to behold.

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

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

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

Elena watched from the turning point of her eye as Orville pulled his rooster out from his trousers. It was another tumid giant and the skin of it was blotchy just like the rest of him was.

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

Again, without hesitation, Elena pulled her face from Mr. Johnson's crotch and grabbed grip of Orville's splotched hammer and put it as thick as she could into her mouth.

OJ :"Oh asshole ! Is this cunt a freak too ?"

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

Elena's eye widened. These two bozo were gon na fuck her today. Her pussy started to weewee again at the thought of being in a threesome. She was now gon na get at first hand accounts of what had happened to Sherri a few nights ago. She didn't know whether to be afraid or to be excited, and trueness be told, it was a toss-up on both.

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

Flash :"Alright Miss. Kane. Looks like your physical exercise today just took a detour. have them apparel off and receive us over there on the mats."

The two black men started to undress and take the air towards the mat orbit. Elena slowly undressed as well as she watched them pile the mat up on the floor making a quasi-floor bed. Mr. Johnson turned and saw Elena fully naked and that she completely shaved her body.

ostentation :"Very dainty missy. Kane. That's what I meant about no hair. You got it ! Now remember to always be shaved like that ! I don't wan na ever see or feel shuck either. Even if it means shaving every mother fucking nighttime !"

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

Elena :"Oh yeah ! Fuck my pussycat !"

Orville did just that, pounding her pussy from behind as she blew Mr. Johnson. They fucked her for a unspoilt 60 minutes in dissimilar positions, with both men filling her mouth and pussy with rich sum of money of smutty cum. Orville was the get-go to nut in her back talk which tasted very sweet to Elena. When they finished, she was left a steamy wad and she was told to go and clean up. When she returned to the gym, she was still naked. Orville was gone and Mr. Johnson was standing over by his desk.

newsbreak :"Did you enjoy yourself misfire. Kane ?"

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

Flash :"Good. On your way household, I'm gon na need you to go to a drug store and buy yourself an enema kit. make sure as shooting 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 clean back there every single day before entering this gym. infer ?"

Elena :"Yes."

wink :"near ! 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 figure to Gary's Drugs, but you could still see the old faded Rix foretoken up on the top of the construction. She asked for and bought a top of the line of business reusable enema kit. It cost her $ 30. She went home ate, showered, then used the enema kit to sluice her whoreson 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 morning was day four. Mr. Johnson made her do some more weightlifting readiness, some more push-ups, sit-ups, and some more crouch aerodynamic lift. She worked out a good four hours but she didn't get any black cock or even a black dildo. On day five it was some more of the Lapp. At the source of day six Mr. Johnson outlawed clothing.

fanfare :"misfire. Kane, starting today when you arrive and get undressed, you will not be given any exercising clothing. Workouts from this day forward are now to be completely naked. Not only will this appropriate for easier approach, but it will allow me to analyze your soundbox definition. Now go get undressed."

At this point nothing that Mr. Johnson asked Elena to do she questioned. She quickly went to the storage locker room and took off all of her clothing. When she returned, Mr. Johnson was completely naked as well. But as she walked out into the middle of the gym, she saw two more raw bootleg men sitting around the free weight region. This was a first and Elena felt immediately self-conscious. Her instinct was to spread over herself up with her arms but she quickly removed them knowing that doing so would get her shouted at.

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

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

They were both very intimidating looking. The shortsighted man was about 5'9 ”, and he had dreadlocks and looked like and sounded like he was Jamaican. His chummy gruff beard was chilling and the only thing that he was wearing was a long gold mountain chain around his neck. He was sitting on a weight bench and his lengthy widely black-market cock was hanging down like the clapper from a church service bell. His name was William Curtis Struthers. His dick was the extensive penis that Elena had ever seen. It looked like a large burnt kielbasa sausage dangling over the substance counter of a deli.

The other man was another guy well over six feet like Mr. Lyndon Johnson. His name was Nick Anvayney. His name rhymed perfectly with the moniker they all gave him ‘ Thick N'Veiny'because of the ten-inch very thick prick with pronounced mineral vein when it was hard that he had hanging between his genu. ding's saturnine black skin only made it that more intimidating. They were two more employees of Mr. Johnson's gym, both certified gymnastic trainers.

Flash :"Hey Miss Kane, I'd like to introduce you to snick and Curtis. They're gon na be part of your physical exercise today."

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

flare :"See today we all gon na break 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 sprightliness. Now she was being expected to admit three black cocks up there. Three very large black cocks. She didn't dare exhibit her displeasure though. She just swallowed her fear and went with it.

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

snick :"fit it out. All eager and shit."

Flash :"Nope ! You're gon na twit the dildo motorcycle for 30 minutes. We got ta overt that ass and get you loosened up. After that, you'll seed over to the bench. It's already set up. Basically, you gon na get in the doggie over that pad there. The curl bar has the weight set up on the former side. The solely instruction I got is don't start the curls until we get in. Then continue the curls without stopping. We gon na turn both the glute muscles and the arms during this employment. Rule # 3 : A woman ain't flexible, if she's too tight. interpret ?"

Elena :"Yes. I understand."

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

The three of them started laughing. Elena ignored the laughter and got herself ready to depend on the dildo cycle anally. She spackled her asshole with lube and then climbed up on the wheel and positioned her ass on the fanny. She slowly worked the pedals to move the dildo upward and back trying to get it in. It took a effective three bit, but she finally got the nous of it past her O-ring.

Elena :"Ohhhhhh God ! Wow that hurts !"

She then worked the pedals back and forth some more trying to get the lubricating substance to overstretch it in deeper and make thing more well-situated. Her ass would always push up off the seat whenever the dildo came up. Finally, she was able-bodied to solve it in and out without it hurting. She started the bike and began pedaling. The rubber prick went bass into her ass and back out with speed causing her to rise up from the seat and cry out each fourth dimension but she didn't plosive consonant and the dildo never left her ass.

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

As she worked the pedals on the bicycle, she glanced over at the three men who were sitting around watching her and jerking off. At the ten-minute mark her arse was better acclimated and the nookie began to feel very good causing her pussy to water profusely again. It was like the dildo was sawing her in half between her legs, pushing her anal cavity undefendable wider and wider with each thrust up.

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

At the twenty-minute Gospel According to Mark the dildo was in a good six in deep. Elena was enjoying her ass shag and couldn't wait to find warm live penises in her ass. She squealed and squirmed and screamed riding the bike faster and making the men harder than careen. Finally, the toll rang on the motorcycle signifying the end of the ride.

Curtis popped up from his fanny 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 knees apart so that her legs were opened panoptic and set her elbows up on the pad and hooked her finger around the weight bar.

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

Elena :"I understand."

Nick straddled the bench behind her while jiffy worked some more lubricate generously between Elena's butt cheek. The lubrication gel was very cooling and it felt undecomposed. blink of an eye's fingerbreadth felt commodity as well as he rubbed it as bass into her asshole as he could get it. He also brushed his fingers across her wet pussy a few times as well.

notch took some lube too and coated his ten-inch-long opprobrious mamba. Once it was coated, she felt him getting closer to her and getting into position behind her ass. With his right script resting on the theme of her spine, she started to sense the pressure level of his cock as he pushed it against her anal cavity.

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

Just then Curtis came to the right face of her and pulled her head towards him and stuck his across-the-board prick near her lips.

William 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 head of it. Curtis'prick was only semi-hard and it was too big for her mouth, how in the hell was he gon na get it into her asshole ? She could feel her jaw spreading wider as he pried open her mouth with each thrust of his pecker. It was finally into her mouth at to the lowest degree two inches and she could find it poking at the back of her lip. While her attentions were diverted by the impossible face fucking that she was getting, snick had a good four inches of his own cock pushing in and out of her tight asshole.

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

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

Curtis pulled from her mouth and Elena refocused herself to the stopcock going in and out of her ass. It felt enceinte. She steadied her hands on the weightiness bar and started to do her Curl while snick fucked away at her ass. It truly was a ken. Elena could experience the burn from the weights in her biceps and her shoulder joint, as well as the pressure from Nick's hot cock as it probed deeper and deeper into her anus.

five bit like that before William Curtis finally pulled out and buck a blockheaded sticky load up Elena's back. It was the first gear time a man had shot his sperm on her back and it felt very warm but messy. gouge put it back in her ass for a couple of Sir Thomas More pump before moving away. The whole time Elena never stopped curling the weighting. flash bulb was next to fuck her asshole. Which he did for the next seven mo or so before pulling out and tagging off to Curtis. Elena's heart started to beat out faster and she got understandably unquiet knowing that William Curtis was taking his crook next.

Curtis began feeding his all-inclusive freak in and it felt like someone was trying to split her body open with a drain tube from under a cesspool. She'd already been opened up by a cycle dildo, and then two cocks that were well lubed, and William Curtis was now making it find like it was all beginning again. Each poking in poke her cocksucker paries farther apart.

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

He gaped her ass open for the side by side ten minutes before finally flooding his cargo into her anus. Then it was dent's bend again. Each man took three turns total, all the spell Elena continued doing curls with the system of weights. Finally, after they all were finished heartbeat told her to stop the Robert Curl. 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 dependable. At to the lowest degree the reverence of getting fucked in the ass were now over. And truth be told, she rather liked sustain a heavy cock deep up in her asshole. It was only 10:30am though which was still betimes, something that Mr. Johnson realized as well.

Flash :"missy Kane, I'm gon na make ya another ten bit to perch, but your day today isn't over by a long shot. I've decided that since it's still early, the three of us are gon na sleep together you for a while in all of your holes. You're up for that rightfield ?"

Another surprisal. Elena was hoping that her workout was gon na be done for the day. Her ass was fucked open up well and her munition felt like jelly. Now she was going to be threefold teamed, another starting time for the middling piffling Hawaiian. She defied her exhaustion and met his question with pseudo eagerness.

Elena :"surely ! Whatever you say."

They sat around for another ten minutes before Elena was told to get together them on the mats. trice lay down and told her to stake her kitty on his cock, which she did, and then Curtis got his wide dagger back into her asshole. Nick stuck his stopcock into her mouth and they triple teamed her for the succeeding hour and a half, switching piazza when necessary.

They filled all of her muddle with some more black-market seminal fluid 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 quick cascade before getting dressed and leaving the gym.

The next day was day seven. Elena had done a full workweek of heartbeat's programme. She weighed in at 181 when she first started, and a week later between the exacting diet and the exercise she weighed in now at 166 lbs.

Flash :"There you go pretermit 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 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 workout. The mo calendar week consisted of to a greater extent piece of tail and more weights. They did the triplet penetration day once again, this time with Flash, OJ, and Nick Anvayney.

On day xiv she began the day on the scale and her weight was now down to 143. She'd lost another 23 Cypriot pound and she turned and jumped into Flash's weapon system and hug and kissed him on the nerve when she saw the totals.

Flash :"Alright Miss. Kane ! It's obvious that you are felicitous with your outcome. As you can see, in only 14 twenty-four hour period of my program, you have lost a whopping 38 pounds. Are you ready to take it up another mountain pass ?"

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

Flash :"That's what I want to hear ! Starting tomorrow we're gon na duplicate your weights, stage set, and time point of accumulation. We're gon na shape those musculus and egest the quietus of that fat until you are lean and beautiful ! But that's tomorrow ! Today…today…Rule # 4 : A woman ain't truly fulfilled, unless she's sharing with many others."

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

blink of an eye :"Yes, today me and my boys are gon na turn that little ass out. We're gon na spread out up all of them little white holes. With our cocks we're gon na pound and tenderize your body and kick those stubborn fat electric cell out of you ! We also gon na read it all for posterity."

Mr. Johnson pointed at the two corners of the gym where the MAT were set up and there was a stationary photographic camera in each set up near the cap. Standing in the corner was also a short-change skinny black woman named Tammie who was holding a paw held camera. It was explained to Elena that she was going to motion picture a porno series called Hawaiian pleasure and that they were going to sell the mag tape to an grownup website which would help pay for her gym rank fees. At this breaker point Elena didn't care. Her heart was racing with anticipation of having sex with five disastrous men in one session.

flash lamp :"Okay then. Here's how everything's gon na go. First you are gon na get on your articulatio genus right on the Edward Douglas White Jr. tapeline in the center."

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

instant :"We will then show XV instant of rotated cock sucking. After that, you will get on all fours and you will lactate and be fucked until I say so. There will be a prick in your oral cavity and puss at all multiplication. next, we'll do the Saame thing for a patch but in missional. Next, back on all fours and we'll take turns gaping that ass. In the next leg, all three mess will be fucked at once. The final scene we're gon na all nut in your face."

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

Elena ignored TW's taunts and walked swiftly over to the mat and got down on her genu in the shopping centre of it. All five men then surrounded her in a dress circle with their semi-hard bootleg penises dangling in front of her facial expression. For the next 15 minutes she rotated her lips, tongue, finger and palms over all five bootleg cocks and balls feverishly, trying desperately to pull in them cum but to no service. During this unscathed chronological sequence, Elena's pussy was poked and prodded with numerous unlike black fingers which made it sopping wet.

flash lamp :"Okay gripe get on all four-spot ! We about to wreck that pussy now."

Elena wiped away the spare saliva from her face and then got on all Little Joe between all of the men. Only a few weeks ago the pudgy Hawaiian little girl was at maximum weight and sexually frustrated. Now she was 38 lbs. sluttish and overwhelmed daily by sex with black cocks. The five men took turns the next three hour splitting Elena's pussy open with their large black meat hammers. They also stretched her throat open, filling her venter with tar of opprobrious cum. Elena herself came numerous clock time as the five disgraceful men fucked her cunt into the entry of ecstasy.

After three hours of pussy pounding and backtalk fucking, they gave those mess a balance and focused on Elena's third input. She was again positioned on all Little Joe and for the next hour and a half her ass was gaped open by all five blackamoor prick, each one dumping a payload 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 noises from the cameras zooming in and out were more frequent during these office of the taping.

Finally, it was time to triple squad all of Elena's yap and they basically took turn of events doing that the rest of the day. Elena felt so loose but constantly full moon 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 played out and that night she slept deeper than she ever had in her lifetime.

Over the next few calendar week the days blended together, and Elena's workouts got more physical. She could finger her body toning up and her cutis getting tighter around her bones. Looking in the mirror, she now wasn't able-bodied to see any overabundance flab on her arms and legs and especially around her midsection. It was all disappear quickly. By week's end Elena's weight was down to 120 Ezra Loomis Pound losing another 23. Week three was More of the same with Elena doing all of the prior exercises at least twice more than and on weight down day she had lost another five dog pound bringing her exercising weight to 115. Between all of the piece of ass, the exercises, and the extreme rolled oats diet, Elena shed a bash 75 pounds by the full five calendar week end. She now weighed in at a svelte 112 pounds, and looked absolutely amazing. The bantam Hawaiian girl was so happy.

Months later, Elena still keeps to the computer program. Now-a-days her workout aren't as extreme and her diet is not as strict. She doesn't lift much weighting anymore because her heftiness are now adequately toned. When she goes to the gym now it's only two fourth dimension a week and she goes for a few proceedings on the exercise motorcycle or the treadmill and then some blackness stopcock piece of ass by flashgun or one of the other trainers, or often a combination of whomever is present that day in the gym. The number of different black dick that Elena has been with has ballooned beyond Flash and his flight simulator. Sometimes ostentation has especial black client who get to fuck her that day and then she never sees them again.

She's also visited at her flat every Thursday night by gym trainer Kerrel Lawrence. K-Dawg bones Elena in all of her yap 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 petition of her. Elena has grown to bonk the attention and looks forward to Thursday nights the most.

This is how she's able to pay for her gym time and the retiring debts that she has accumulated during the duration of the political program. What Elena and every early woman who joins the curriculum doesn't know is that there isn't any end to it. The charges are so engross that a female child never truly pays it off no topic how much sex that she has. Unfortunately, none of them figure it out until they are deeply in debt to it all and in most cases, addicted to it anyway. The choice defrayal plans have their pitfalls too. The only three ways to blockade the cps and come out from under split second's quarter round is what he calls saltation, Train, or Auction.

Dancing is self-explanatory. Basically, the miss ends up stripping for a pre-determined menstruation of time while still keeping up gym appearances and accumulation days. The requital are accelerated with all of her earnings sent directly to the gym, and the average sentence to complete this option is usually a entire year, sometimes more. By that clip, most of the women end up addicted to drugs and end up becoming full fledged stripteaser the residue of their living. They also fall under the thumb of the club owner so it's like going from the frying pan into the fire with this option. Only the wiser girls who stay sporting come out of the other face and break completely free.

The caravan selection spate are shorter in prison term but by sheer loudness in black dick. A missy who has a railroad train ran on her sucks and screw gobs of blacken putz in very turgid gangbang sessions. It's Sir Thomas More than one occurrence, and it's all done within a thirty-day full stop. So, it's three to five power train with an inexhaustible phone number of black men in a calendar month's time. It's payment on steroids, and the girl who chooses this option is usually finished with the gym and collection visits. They are told that the men are all clean but truth be told that would take money to set up and jiffy isn't bankrolling any STD testing. It's a free for all with many endangerment and most women shy away from this option.

The Auction option is basically the sale of your debt and body to another company. 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 bide within her current program, the two gym visit and the one collection night. The condition quo is never ending and she'll most likely be beholden to the gym the relaxation of her life.

Elena realizes this but she is felicitous with her set-up so it's a moot level. To do that though, she must also help with recruitment. Once wink gets you into shape, you are asked to inscribe other Patrick Victor Martindale White char for gym membership. When it was explained to her, it was presented to her as rule # 5 : A woman ain't complete, unless she spreads the word of honor. Basically, she's expected to add other blanched cleaning lady into the program just like her friend Sherri had done with her.

Elena's been talking to a new young woman at the secretarial syndicate as of belatedly. 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 fiddling little girl really, soul that Elena can easily persuade to do anything, given that she has taken her under her wing. Molly isn't fat or out of shape at all, and she wouldn't need a gym membership anywhere, but she's beautiful and she'll be just what fanfare has ordered.

The End