Mindi's First Party

Note: I naughtily met Sir in 'Mindi on the Bus' and Sir OWNED me in 'Mindi Walks Home at Night'. THEN you see Sir training me in 'Mindi Gets Sporty!' While those are fun stories, you don't need to know more to enjoy as Sir sees if his dumbo is trained enough to please his mysterious business associates. Enjoy!

***

I was disappointed when Sir came in from talking to old Mr. Jenkin outside. He wasn't at all interested in fucking my super wet pussy.

"Into your maid outfit, dumbo," he said, poking his head into the bathroom where I was slowly rubbing the vibrating shower head over my pussy. "You probably have all those young bucks' cum off your tits by now."

I flushed, thinking of those naughty basketball boys and their spunky big dicks. I pouted and stomped my feet. I had sucked them off and they spurted all over me, but Sir had stopped them from fucking me. I was sure Sir would fuck me instead!

I was a nineteen year old busty blonde slut and I NEEDED my fucking!

"What day is it, dumbo?" he called to me from the bedroom.

It took me a moment to remember. I was such a ditzy head.

"OMG! OMG!" I came rushing out of the bathroom, bouncing and naked and shaking water everywhere. "It's PARTY DAY!" I skipped up to Sir, clapping my hands and shaking my booty. "It's PARTY DAY and I get to meet your friends!"

He laughed. He was out of his gym wear and naked, so he allowed me to hug him. Then he SMACKED my wet ass, which stung terribly!

"Get dry and into your uniform, dumbo," he said, pushing me back towards the bathroom. "You have a lot of work before my..."

He paused. I knew they were REALLY his business associates, but I was forbidden to ask or know anything about his work.

"-- before my very demanding and important friends arrive." He pointed to the bathroom again. "I want the house spotless and you pretty and welcoming when they arrive."

"Yes, Sir!" Oh, I LONGED to call my Sir, Daddy, and to be his baby-girl. But until I passed my training he was 'Sir' and I was 'dumbo'.

"Oh, wait a second. Let's get you to 'PRESENT'."

With a giggle I immediately folded at the hips, spreading my feet and grabbing my ankles. Was I going to get a little special attention?

No.

"Before I forget..." Sir slipped his fingers around my long thick ebony butt-plug and slowly tugged it from my asshole, making me moan.

"There." He tossed it into the bathroom where it joined the smaller red one I'd been wearing earlier. "That's one thing we can tick off our party to-do list."

He smacked my ass. "All right, let's get busy."

***

Sir had me scrub the floors, AGAIN! until they shined like mirrors and then dust everything. I set the table in the recreation room for Sir and his five guests while he brought in the cases of gin and bourbon.

I noticed there weren't any wine coolers or what Sir called 'baby drinks', but I knew that Sir didn't like me to take bad calories, so I wasn't surprised.

It was quarter to six and Sir had already set the lights to the pleasing dark oranges and burgundy which complimented the deep pulse of the music that filled the entire house when he called me for inspection.

"Good. Yes." He slowly looked me up and down. I took in a deep breath sticking out my chest, feeling how my booty stuck out in my three inch high heels. Sir had taken time to teach me to walk perfectly with my nose up and my hips swaying the way he approved of. Because we were having guests, I put on my maid skirt that barely covered my crotch and only half of my bottom. The thigh high stay-ups accentuated my long slender legs. The little apron top stretched across my breasts, making them feel even larger than they were.

"Yes, I think you're probably ready." He reached into the pockets of his slacks. He was in business casual. Still those slacks couldn't hide just how well equipt my Da-- my SIR! was.

He pulled a slender black choker out of his pocket and nodded for me to turn away from him.

I found myself shivering as he clipped it tightly around my neck. I could see myself in the mirror, just coming up to Sir's broad chest. I was so slight and small against his massiveness. I put my hand to the choker, feeling how it constricted around my neck when I gulped. There was a white circle with a glowing pink button on the centre of it that rested in the hollow of my neck.

"Go ahead," he said, brushing his hands over my shoulders. "Press it."

I pressed it and suddenly a small but focused group of built in lights in the ceiling came on and I was bathed in a soft pinkness.

"Oooooh neat!" I bobbed a little and skipped away from him and the lights shifted smoothly with me!

Sir nodded from the moody burgundy shadows.

I twirled and giggled. "I'm the STAR!" I laughed and threw myself into Sir's arms, his hands casually rubbing the exposed skin of my lower back.

"Here," he said, holding out his hand and giving me a small blue pill.

I took it and looked at it doubtfully.

"The Star needs to love her audience," he said encouragingly. "This is a love pill."

I let out a low moan. I wanted to LOVE everybody!

I swallowed the pill.

Then the doorbell rang.

***

Sir silently put a hand on my back and pushed me forward, nodding to indicate I should answer it.

I nodded back nervously, put on my best smile and opened the door.

"Welcome to--"

"Well! Holy shiiiit!" The balding man in a rumpled grey suit looked at me with bulging eyes and nervously adjusted his creased tie. "Ain't you a fuckin' sweet treat!"

I blushed and dropped my eyes. In my high heels I was taller than the man and he wasn't staring at my face.

"Welcome to my Master's house, sir!" I said, remembering my training. I held out my hand. "I'm Mindi, and you are?"

He reached out his hand too, but instead of taking mine, he leaned in and grabbed my left breast giving it a hard honk!

He said something in my ear, but I was too surprised to listen. From then on, I just called him 'sir', but only thought of him as The Groper.

"Hey there!" his sweaty hand slipped from my chest and he rubbed by me, his crotch grinding on my thigh as he did. He was addressing Sir. "Got what you need right here, Big!"

He held out a large manilla envelope which Sir immediately took with a nod.

"Mindi," he said. "Take our guest to the rec room and make sure he is comfortable."

He smiled at the Groper. "Mindi has to greet all my guests, so you'll have to wait for her full attention."

The Groper shrugged and took my hand. "I'll take as many slices as I can get of this sweet pie!" He leered up at me. "Wiggle that sweet ass for me, sugar!"

I led him towards the rec room, though I had to walk slowly because he immediately put his arm around my narrow waist and began to feel up my bottom under my skirt.

"Fuck Mindi!" he said, panting his cigarette smelly breath into my face. "How'd you like to be a secretary at my office down at the docks? I'm the head man down there."

"Oh, uh, that would be super, sir! You must be VERY important." Thank GOD, Sir was my master.

"Yeah, fuck!" he slapped and then continued to fondle my bottom, really digging his hand into my ass crack - it was lucky Sir had removed my butt-plug. "I wouldn't have to worry about the goddamn HR with you, huh, sweetie? I bet you know how to treat Boss real good!"

He was a sweaty smelly man and his hand was slipping up my taint and rubbing at my pussy as I wobbled, trying to usher him into the rec room.

"Oh sir," I smiled as sweetly as I could. "I'd be so grateful that you'd hired me. You know I'd HAVE to do whatever you wanted."

He let out a wheezing rasping moan, finally removing his hand from my ass, only to spank me, HARD!

"OOOH! SIR!" I gasped. I should have been revolted by him. Before Sir's training I would have been. I would have probably kicked him in the nuts and then stepped on them as I walked away. But now... I don't know if it was the 'love' pill or Sir's training or a mix of both, but I found myself rubbing my thighs together.

He advanced on me, pressing me up against the rec room dinning table, everything set up for the party.

"Let's give you a little test," he hissed, his eyes roaming over my body, his hands quickly jerking at his belt and zipper.

"Ooooh!" I gasped, my mouth falling open as he pulled out his cock. It wasn't impressive at all, kinda skinny and only five or six inches, but already VERY hard as he waved it around gleefully with a sick little smile on his face.

"It's your first day as my secretary and I've called you in for a meeting." He looked down and grinned. "Boss has whipped it out. What do you do, whore?"

I was on my knees instantly with my hands on his little pecker tugging at him.

"Oh sir," I said, looking up at him. "I'm SUPER happy to be your best little secretary!"

I leaned in to slowly kiss his tip. Even his stinkiness was sorta turning me on. Sir had done SUCH a good job with me.

But just as I pressed my lips to his swollen head, the doorbell rang again!

"Sorry sir," I began, getting to my feet. "I'll be-- URK!"

He clamped his sweaty hand around my throat, pressing the light switch into my skin. The lights literally flashed in my eyes.

"Think you can just fuckin' tease me, cunt?" He squeezed harder. "I'll fuckin'--"

Before I would have struggled, hit him with my hands, tried to kick. But now my training took over.

I leaned forward and kissed him. An open mouthed wet, needy smooch. Pushing my tongue into his mouth.

He immediately responded, kissing me back, shoving his thick tongue into my mouth. I pressed against him more, his hands slipped back to the sides of my breasts, squeezing me again, making my nipples stand up STRAIGHT!

I moaned into his mouth and gave his cock a thorough base to tip squeeze, milking the contents of him out onto my palm.

Then, as the door-bell rang again, I slipped back from him, gasping.

I held up my hand, his spunk glistening on my palm, and smeared it over my panting lips.

"A good little secretary wearing my boss' lipstick," I said, smacking my lips and backing away. "But Sir is very strict. I HAVE to be a good hostess!"

And with that I backed away, my eyes large and wide and innocent, looking into the wild hunger of his eyes.

***

"Skirt down, dumbo," said Sir, motioning me to the door.

I blushed, tugging the back of my skirt over my tushie and also smoothing my rumpled apron top. I couldn't do ANYTHING about how much my hard nipples rose up through the sheer material.

I opened the door and curtsied. A tall lanky man stood with his hands on his hips in a shiny lawyer's suit, his hair greased back. He had an oily grin smeared across his face. "Welcome to my Master's house -- Mister..."

I faltered. Sir hadn't told me the names of his associates -- that was too much information for my silly head to have.

He took my hand and bent -- I thought to kiss it. But instead he wrapped his lips around my fore and pointer finger and slowly sucked them.

"Oooooh!" I gasped, a little shocked and turned on, despite myself. The Groper had already awakened my pussy, this was just pouring oil on the building fire between my legs.

"Marty." He took my hand, letting me curl my wet digits around his thumb. He handed a large envelope to Sir. I noticed this one had the local police department logo on it. "For you, Biggy."

"Mindi will take you down," said Sir. "You're second."

Marty grinned widely - showing lots of white molars. "With this blushing flower bud here--" He shook my hand making me jiggle a bit. "I bet I know who was in first."

He drew me down the hall as Sir went off to his office. "Bet he squeezed those tities, first chance he got!" He leaned suddenly up to my face and sniffed. "Nice lip gloss!"

I tittered and blushed, a little unsettled by how easily he'd known that.

"I don't judge." His hand was on my bottom and squeezing me. "Damn, Big knows how to please, don't he?"

I opened my mouth to answer but he had pivoted me into an alcove so smoothly I didn't have a chance to be surprised.

"Present!" He said, facing me away from him.

"I'm supposed to--" But my well-trained body betrayed me and beside he spoke with that well practised male voice of command.

I folded at the hips and gripped my ankles.

"Yes, yes, yes!" He knelt and slipped my panties down around my knees. I flushed, horrified. My panties were wet!

"Please, sir!"

He ignored me and, gripping my ass cheeks, spread them. "I'm supposed to be-- OHH!"

He drove his tongue wetly into my asshole.

"Oh, Sir!" I gasped as he slurped and tongued, teasing my outer ring then back in deep. S-Sir!"

He slipped his fingers between my trembling legs and shoved into my pussy as he wiggled and whirled his tongue. So big and thick inside my little pucker.

Despite having me wear increasingly large butt-plugs and fucking me with his LARGE dick, Sir also had me do muscle exercises that kept me tight for his pleasure.

"Yum-yum-yum!" He smacked his lips and patted my booty. "He's had you walking around in a-- what? seven incher?" He smacked my ass making me moan while his fingers continued to play with my pussy. My hands were still around my ankles, I hadn't been released yet.

I thought of my latest butt plug. "An eight, sir."

He laughed and drove his tongue back into me for a couple more thrusts. He also finger-fucked me roughly, just like Sir!

He yanked my panties back up roughly, making me whimper with a wedgy. With a word he had me release my grip on my ankles. I straightened up with my face beet red.

He gripped my neck and kissed me, making me taste myself.

"Call me Ass Fucker, sweetie," he said, taking my hand and continuing down the hall to the rec room.

"You remind me of my cunt wife's niece," he said, squeezing my trembling fingers lightly. "So sweet with such a nice caboose." He pulled me close as we arrived at the table with the Groper and whisphered in my ear. "My bitch wife is a big cop so I have to be creative in how I fuck her. I help Big and I help myself to my neice's ass. I'm sooo lookin' forward to fuckin' your ass too!"

***

"Skirt DOWN, dumbo," said Sir, a little impatiently, as I hurried over to the door. I'd stopped to rinse with mouthwash.

I nodded dumbly, my little pucker still tingling from the Ass Fucker's tongue. I open the door.

"Oh! Hi!" I was confused. Had some service men come to the wrong door? It was two very muscular men, one in his fifties, the other perhaps in his late twenties, but they weren't wearing suits. Instead they were both in very tight little cut off jean shorts that show off LARGE bulges and muscle shirts that were dirty and sweat stained.

"Aren't you gonna invite us in?" asked the older of the two. He had close cropped iron grey hair and a deep dark bushy moustache.

"Or are you gonna leave us out on the street, holding each other's dicks?" asked the younger man cheekily. He slipped his hand over the older man's crotch and squeezed him.

They both laughed as I looked at Sir, who was smiling at my confusion. He nodded and I quickly opened the door wider, motioning them in.

"S-Sorry, sirs!" I said, doing a little curtsy as they walked in, hand in hand. "You just don't look like--"

I broke off, blushing, realising that I was being super rude to Sir's guests.

But they didn't take offence. Instead the older man handed Sir another envelope, as the young man took my left hand and then the older man took my right.

"I'm Mitch," said the older man, his moustache wriggling as he smiled at me. "And this is Patrick." He nodded to the younger man who also gave me a friendly smile. They were both so tall and burly!

I walked meekly between them as they towered over me, leading them down the hall to the rec room.

"You're shy, sweetie," said Patrick. He was in his late twenties, but extremely muscular and broad, almost as thickly muscled as Mitch, who looked down at me with steady brown eyes. "You've been dealing with assholes in suits so far, right?"

I try to supress a smile, thinking of how far up my asshole Ass Fucker had pushed his tongue. I nod quickly, but these two men don't seem like the type I could possibly entertain...

"What can I do to please you, sirs?" I ask, stopping and looking up at them.

They smiled at each other and then stepped to me, pressing against me tightly on both sides. I gasped as I was sandwiched between them, feeling their bulges pressed on my back and between my breasts. Feeling them throb. The feel of their large muscular bodies trapping me -- it doesn't frighten me, it makes me relax, like I'm wrapped in a blanket of huge muscles.

"Mmmmmm...." I look up and my mouth falls open. They are kissing each other and their cocks throb even larger against me as their tongues explore each other's mouths.

"Oh golly!" I gasped, finding myself wiggling and undulating against their erections as they gripped each other's backs, running their hands down and kneading each other's muscled haunches.

Then, as suddenly as they came together, they split apart and it's like the very earth had split open and spit me out again, leaving me flushed and gasping, wobbling on my heels.

"Come along, dear," says Mitch, so handsome with his greying temples. He takes my hand first and then Patrick does, and they lead me to the rec room where I seat them together. Blushing deeply, I hurried off to the front door again, hearing the door-bell ring for what will be the final time that evening.

***

"Well aren't you a sweet lil' cracker," he says and his profoundly deep bass voice makes my already wet pussy quiver. I look up, waaaaay up, at him, my pouty lips hanging open as I regard the immense older black man in a crisp black suit, truly a suit of armour over his massive bulk. He carries a huge gut, but it hangs off of a nearly seven foot tall very muscular frame.

"Mister-- Mister Mayor!" I gasp. "You are SO much bigger in person!" I tremble as he takes my hand, so tiny in his giant paw. He gently brushes his lips over my fingertips. Oh golly, it's like he is kissing my pussy! The heat quickly envelops my whole body.

He smiles broadly, his white teeth shining from his ebony face. "Call me Max, little piece."

"Yes Mister Mayor-- I mean Sir--" I flush deeply glancing guiltily back at Sir then back at the black bull edifice in front of me. "Max!"

Max ignored me and handed yet another envelope to Sir. "Here you go, Big."

"Thank you, sir," said Sir, which in itself surprises me. "Mindi will escort you in."

Max took my hand, so tiny in his and I walked with him down the hall to the rec room.

He paused at the alcove and turns to me. I turned to him, finding myself looking up over his large stomach and into his cool brown eyes. Max is the last arrival of the evening, and I've finally realised this is where I'm supposed to really get to know each guest.

"Are you afraid of me?" he rumbled.

I worked my mouth, feeling myself tremble in front of him, thinking that if he just leaned slightly he would crush my body against the tiled wall and I would pop like a soap bubble.

"No!" I squeaked, then tried to gain control of myself. "No, Max. You are Sir's guest."

"Get on your knees, lil' sweetness," he said.

I immediately found myself on my knees, my head only coming just even with the bottom of the inseam of his slacks.

"Put your hands on my right thigh," he instructed.

Trembling, I did as I was told.

"Yes, press and rub, lil' blondie." He made no move to grab me, or force me. His deep voice coiled around and restrained and controlled me far more than ropes or chains ever could.

"Oh.... Oh, my god...." My voice became a hoarse whisper as I felt the long thick fleshy pipe that hung loosely down his right leg, going a foot PAST his knee. I found myself slowly rubbing and feeling the bulbous head that dangled heavy and bell-like at the end. And as I touched it, I felt it slowly THICKEN and GROW!