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Audrey Horwell was a successful fitness instructor. She had it all. Owning her own business, she had begun with one women’s only fitness club, and over ten years expanded to two women’s only and one co-ed facility that also handled injury rehabilitation. Audrey’s ice blue eyes and iron discipline had made her goals not only possibilities, but realities. Her body was not only her pride and joy, but also her biggest advertisement. At thirty six, her 42DD defied gravity, although she had to keep them bound under sports bra’s to keep them from interfering with the training regimen that had all her employee instructors and staff in awe. Her body was not over-muscled, but perfectly balanced, taut and toned, she was powerful, flexible, and with the endurance that made her goal to race in the Boston Marathon her present to herself at 30. Sadly, her personal life was not as successful. Her drive and ambition made her coworkers happier with subordinate than friend, and while everyone felt free to turn to her for support, she had no one she could turn to, as any sign of less than iron control from her made her staff frightened. Her dating life was a disaster. Powerful men were either threatened by her, or saw her only as an adornment. Beauty and power stand off those who are trustworthy, while attracting the worst of those who remain. Still, sexual frustration could always be channeled into hard work, and the pain of hard training always made her feel better. Feel the burn, when it hurts, all is right in the world. When the pain comes, try harder, do better, wait for the rush, wait for the ecstasy. That had driven her through her training, and made her the person she was today. Linda let herself in. The cleaning woman came in hours after the gym closed, but wasn’t surprised to see Audrey still working out. At fifty, Linda was old, fat, and happy with life. She had shed her hang-ups with husband number two, and was at peace with who she was. She had grown up a black woman in an age when discrimination was still not isvecbahis only acceptable, but just becoming illegal. She got by on hard work, and a good laugh, able to pick herself up and laugh when life knocked her down. Looking at the fine piece of white meat sweating and grinding away on the benches, she looked at the camel toe so clearly visible in the skin tight workout wear and knew right away what that girl needed was a good spanking, and to have some of the sass fucked out of her. The old black woman gave a rich booming laugh and shook her head as she walked over and put on her rubber gloves to begin collecting the garbage bags. Audrey was feeling the burn hard to achieve and the restlessness was so very strong tonight, that her usual workout zone was hard to find mentally. The laughter snapped her out of the failed attempt at trance, and a hot rush of anger filled her. Linda was about a hundred pounds heavier than her, with great black pendulous breasts, a thick full belly and wide hips sporting a fully padded but surprisingly muscular ass over two tree trunk like legs. She rolled like a troll when she walked, a picture of a fat old woman gone to seed. Audrey challenged her. “What have you got to laugh at? You don’t think I know how much you wish you were me?” Standing in the fullness of her power, beneath the workout lights and cameras of the exercise center she had built, she looked down upon the fat old black woman bagging up her garbage. Linda shook her head and laughed some more. Tossing the bags into her cart with an ease that would have surprised anyone attempting to lift them, the old black woman turned an looked Audrey up and down slowly, walking around her and examining her like you would an animal your kids brought home and wanted to keep, or a used car someone was trying to convince you to buy. “Look at you? Why would I want to be you? Oh sure you got a fine white ass” At which Linda gave her employee a stinging slap on one round ass cheek. “Fine job, lots of people tell you how pretty isveçbahis giriş you are, how smart you are, lots of money coming in, but still all you do is sit here working out to be pretty for nobody, making money you never spend, because with all you got you just got more miserable. You so damned desperate for a good spanking, you need some of that sass fucked right out of that empty blonde head of yours. If you was real nice I might think about it, but I got real work to do now girlie, when I lift weight, it isn’t pretend, it’s because I am picking up after all you little princesses” Audrey’s crotch was hot and wet, her nipples fighting hard to stand through her confining bra, and her brain was in a storm of emotion. Her iron control was slipping as her body flooded with sensations and desires she did not understand, she was almost blind with emotion she could not even name. The body which was such a perfection of animal grace was run by a brain that was utterly overwhelmed. Audrey lashed out with her right hand in a slap to the old woman’s face. “How dare you!” Audrey shouted swinging her right hand in a devastating slap. Realizing that she was going to strike her old black cleaning woman, Audrey tried to stop the slap as soon as she threw it. Perhaps that sealed her fate. The slap which began like lightning slowed enough that the great black hand of Linda closed over it like a vice. “Oh child, I think that spanking is long overdue” Audrey grabbed at her cleaning lady’s surprisingly strong hand with her other arm. Linda reached over and took one of the exercise bands from the railing and quickly bound the surprised blonde’s hands together. Sitting on the weight bench, she pulled her surprised boss over her knee and began to spank the well muscled uptight little ass the way it needed. Stomping on the dangling end of the exercise band, she casually held her well muscled boss across her lab and began spanking her soundly, spacing groups of three to five slaps with firm gropes of the amazing ass. isveçbahis yeni giriş She stroked the enflamed pussy squirming against her great black lap. “Oh sugar, you running like a tap. Your pussy is open so damned wide right now I could park one of your barbells in it. You need this spanking so bad, I think maybe one won’t be enough, I think maybe you need this regular. Well, that is good for you, but baby, I got work to do, and you are going to make me work through my breaks to finish it. You better be really damned good to me to make up for it” Audrey could not believe what her body was feeling, the pain was intense. Her body was becoming electrified. Spanking hurt a lot more than she expected. Her body was squirming like a fish out of water to avoid the blows, even as the feeling of helplessness, and the sultry surety of Linda’s knowing hands was turning her on as her vibrator and feeble fantasy life never could. Without really intending to, she opened her legs wide to Linda’s fingers, causing the old black woman to laugh and let her foot go from the exercise bands. Pulling the no longer protesting woman around so she knelt between her great black knees, she stripped off the sports bra, and exposed the firm white titties she had suspected were in there. Enveloping one nipple in a firm kiss, she reached down with her other hand and grabbed a big handful of the white woman’s ass and pulled her forward. Sucking hard on the tit, she began to lightly bite the nipple as the white woman writhed and shuddered in her hands. “That pussy of yours needs relief child. You want mama to help you, you have to ask. You ask nice, and mama might help you” Audrey was lost in sensation, lost to all control, her body was edging fiercely but would not go over, and the long pent up passion had her more helpless than any binding. “Please, please mama, can I cum?” Linda corrected her gently. “Please mama, can this worthless white slut cum. Is that what you mean to say?” Audrey didn’t know anything about such games, but she knew her body, and its needs, and this was a need more real than oxygen. “Please mama, can this worthless white slut cum! Please mama, I’m begging you!” Linda pulled her standing, then whipped down her tight yoga shorts.

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