"Canvas In Black"! Pt. 01

Red Cafe's "God Wanted Us to Be Lit" bumps from the Bose speakers inside the back of Jerrell White's 2024 Rubicon Jeep as he turns the corner of 8th and Broadway of Gary, enroute to his gym. Fully loaded, the jeep has tinted windows, slightly cracked to allow fresh air to circulate, as the bright sun of the spring day beats down on the passersby headed to work or other places of interest.

6'7, 40-years of age, Jerrell is a handsome bachelor.

Possessing the physical definition of an African American adonis, he maintains a strict diet and exercise regime as a fitness instructor. The proprietor of a fitness center in downtown Gary, "Keep the Body Straight" gym, established in 2000... it increases daily with a large clientele of Hot wives requiring "private" lessons.

2 blocks from his gym, Jerrell grasps the head of one of his fitness instructors, Deeanna Gray, an attractive white woman with 34 D cup breasts, a natural, bubble butt and an hourglass figure, as she deepthroats his 9-inch BBC. She gags and drools, eyes watering from its thick girth. "Better hurry, baby girl," Jerrell moans, pushing deep inside Deeanna's throat. "We're almost at the gym."

Deeanna increases her efforts, throating the BBC faster, gripping Jerrell's large, shaved balls. She pulls it from her mouth, beats the bulbous head on her tongue stud. "Give it to me, Daddy," she pants. "I need my morning nutrients!"

"You got it, ma," Jerrell replies, releasing his sperm to cover Deeanna's face. Quickly, she drives his BBC inside her mouth, moaning audibly, as she swallows its copious load. She sits upright in the jeep's passenger's seat, as Jerrell pulls into the semi-full parking lot of his fitness center, hand wiping her mouth then sucking her fingers clean of cum.

"That hit the spot, Daddy," Deeanna says with a smile, staring at her occasional fuck partner/supervisor.

"I know," Jerrell replies with a smirk. He parks the Rubicon in a space marked "Supervisor Parking Only, shuts off the engine. "So... we good for tonight?" He strokes Deeanna's blonde hair.

Deeanna shrugs. "Not sure... my man might return tonight from his business trip. I'll text you when I know for sure."

Jerrell chuckles. "Deeanna and her white, Sugar Daddy corporate exec. I'm clowning! Cat's pushing 60... you're 30."

Playfully, Deeanna smacks Jerrell's broad chest, accentuated by a muscle shirt. "And you're 40... your point?"

"I'm in shape, with a BBC, and can fuck! I'm not rich like your old ass dude but living comfortable enough to appease my modest lifestyle, feel me? Plus, you keep coming back to get that pussy beat up because mister lame dick can't lay pipe right!" Jerrell laughs, his deep voice echoing in the jeep.

"That's mean, Daddy," Deeanna says, feigning a pout. Suddenly, she joins in her supervisor's laughter. "But you're right. He can't fuck for shit... with Viagra!" She massages Jerrell's forming bulge. "But we both know you can! I can't get enough of this BBC!"

Jerrell pushes away Deeanna's hand. "Later, Dee... we need to get inside. We both have our regulars today for private lessons."

He exits the Rubicon, opens the door for Deeanna. "Your car will be out the shop today, right? I don't like all the suspicious glances we get every time we walk into work together."

"Don't worry, Jerrell, I get my car today. We're good."

"Cool. Walk ahead of me... I'll be inside shortly." Jerrell watches Deeanna's huge ass bounce as she enters the gym. "All that ass," he mumbles, "wasted on a dead fuck." He takes a Samsung Smartphone from the right pocket of his Adidas sweatpants, scrolls through all the advertisements, stopping at a recent message from his 9AM appointment, Rhonda Stackhouse, a sexy, white Cougar in her early fifties. Her husband a wealthy oil baron from El Paso, Texas, she has the body of a 20-year-old, 38JJ breasts from saline injections, a BBL, Brazilian Butt Lift, toned legs and long, brunette hair hanging to her waist, and the sexual appetite of one as well.

I'M EARLY, JERRELL... SITTING IN THE LOBBY... WAITING ON YOU! The text message ends with eggplant, peach and water squirting emoticons.

Jerrell smiles, entering his gym. "This bitch," he chuckles, returning his employees' greetings, as he spots Rhonda. Wearing a Yoga type bodysuit, spaghetti straps in the front, bulging her massive bosom, and in the back, her legs are crossed as she sits on a long, leather couch, texting. She looks up, smiling widely, flashing a perfect set of white teeth, as she discerns her private fitness instructor. She stands, rises on tiptoes to embrace Jerrell after he reaches her. Slightly, he grips her slim waist, inhaling her potent perfume, feeling a familiar twitch in his crotch.

"Good to see you, Jerrell," Rhonda whispers in her instructor's ear, giving the earlobe a quick nibble; he pushes her back gently, flinching.

"Ready to get started?" Jerrell looks over Rhonda with a nod of approval, impressed by the transformation of her once overweight yet still curvaceous physique. All due to his "special" methods of calisthenics.

"Lead the way, " Rhonda replies, her gray eyes trained on Jerrell's ass as she follows him to a private training room. Inside, he flips on the lights, the room lit by blue, florescent lights inside covers dangling from the ceiling.

"How is your diet going, Rhonda," Jerrell asks, removing his muscle shirt, exposing his chiseled chest and six pack.

"I'm still on track, "Rhonda replies, peeling off and stepping out of her Yoga bodysuit, baring her trimmed pubes, muscular legs and firm buttocks.

"Good." Jerrell bends her over a large medicine ball, holding her waist. He moves her back-and-forth, his BBC erecting inside the sweats from Rhonda's bare ass touching his crotch. "Two more of these... we do sit-ups next."

"I do love the sit-ups, Jerrell, " Rhonda says with a sly smile, grinding her ass into his large bulge on her final medicine ball rep.

She lies back on a long mat, with a black canvas, as Jerrell removes his sweats and boxers; his horse dick is stiff and erect, as he sits and spreads his massive legs, gripping Rhonda's ankles. "Let's go," he says. "Give me 10, sweetheart."

Smiling, Rhonda locks her fingers behind her head. "Yes, sir," she replies, pushing up then downward, wrapping her lips around the head of Jerrell's BBC. "

"Fuck," the Black, muscular fitness instructor moans, "that's one."

Rhonda's mouth lingers on the delicious, dark meat, that is part of her weekly diet, then lies back. Slowly, she comes back up, sucking the BBC deeper, going down to the pubes. After 8 more repetitions of this exercise, she collapses on her back, panting as she drools... her 38 JJ cups heaving heavily.

"Not bad, Rhonda," Jerrell says breathlessly, wiping sweat from his brow, "you're improving in this area."

"All thanks to you, Jerrell, "Rhonda replies, resting on her elbows, as she gazes into his hazel-brown eyes. "Pays to have a dedicated fitness instructor..." Her eyes lower to Jerrell's saliva dripping BBC. "With a big dick!" She smirks, rubbing it with her foot.

"Enough of that," Jerrell says with a deep laugh, tying his light brown Dreadlocks into a ponytail. "Next, give me 5 reps of flutter kicks." He holds Rhonda's buttocks, as she complies, licking her sleek pussy. She holds her legs together, moving them in an up and down motion, as she reaches the fifth repetition, an orgasm building. Her nails dig into Jerrell's shoulders as he clamps his lips around her clit.

"Shit, I'm cumming!" Rhonda yells, squirting in his face and mouth. Her trembling body is held in place by Jerrell as he drains her cunt.

"Very good," he praises, sitting upright, wiping his mouth. "I love your form this time.... much better than last week's. The last exercise will concentrate on your arms and glutes. Get on all fours please. I know you're exhausted, but no pain... no gain, baby girl."

Rhonda sighs as Jerrell assists her to her knees. Kneeling behind her, he beats his BBC on her muscled ass then pulls her arms back, entering her wet cunt. "Count, Rhonda," he says, thrusting slowly at first, adjusting the tight pussy to his fat girth.

"One," Rhonda pants, feeling the hard, BBC entering her stomach. "Fuck, did it get bigger, Jerrell!?"

"Keep counting," Jerrell instructs amusedly, guiding his Cougar client back into his donkey cock by the waist, "flex your ass muscles. Need to feel it there and in your arms." He extends her arms back further, giving her womanhood stiffer thrusts, making her scream.

Thank God all the private rooms are soundproof, Jerrell muses, pounding Rhonda faster, deeper. She collapses on her stomach, sweating profusely, as she heaves laboriously.

"Uh-uh... too early for resting, baby girl." By the hair, Jerrell yanks Rhonda to her knees, embracing her waist with his huge arms, opening her pussy hole wider with short, quick thrusts; her eyes roll to the whites, body spasming and growing limp, from the strenuous workout.

"Holy fucking shit, Jerrell, you're breaking me!" Rhonda yells, releasing heavy squirts to form a puddle on the mat.

"Hang in there," Jerrell comforts, balling her hair around his fist, yanking her harder into his Black power drill, "you're doing well! Okay, here comes the final rep!" Rearing back, inhaling then exhaling, he administers a final, body numbing thrust then explodes inside Rhonda's barren womb.

"Damn, that's a good one!" Jerrell exclaims, holding Rhonda up against his pelvis, expending all his superior seed inside her; she grows flaccid and weak, completely spent and BLACKED.

Jerrell tosses her to the side like a ragdoll, standing and stretching, as he checks the time on the digital clock on the private room's far wall. "Time's up, Rhonda... get dressed and bounce. I have another private session in 30 minutes. I'll see you next week.... same time."

Breathing heavy, slowly, Rhonda dresses. Afterwards, she rises on tip toe to kiss Jerrell's cheek. "I'm adding a tip to your Cash App, dear," she pants, exiting the room and closing the door behind her.

"Thanks," Jerrell replies, staring at the door. He interlocks his fingers, cracking them. "I love my job. It does have its perks!" He dresses then sits on a mat, resting back against one of the two-way mirrors in the room.

END OF PART ONE