Mindi Gets Sporty

note: I naughtily met Sir in 'Mindi on the Bus'. Sir OWNED me in 'Mindi Walks Home at Night'. While those are fun stories, you don't need to know more to enjoy as Sir trains me for his own mysterious needs...

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I wiped my mouth and tried to focus on the pan as I yet again tried to cook Sir's omelet properly. He sat behind me at the kitchen table in his robe, which was distractingly loose showing off his muscular naked frame and the lolling cock between his thick legs.

I smiled despite myself. I'd already had breakfast, waking up Sir like I had each morning for the last three weeks, gently sucking and stroking his big meat until he came into my tummy. I was really good at swallowing his whole load now, not wasting a drop!

I was proud of myself. I was only 19, but I'd gotten much better at pleasing Sir - thanks to his training.

I carefully folded the edges of the omelet over in the pan, was it too dark again? Oh poop! I hesitated for a moment, straightening my little white maid cap on the top of my done up blonde hair. At the table Sir rustled his newspaper. I was making him wait too long.

I tipped the omelet onto the waiting plate and sprinkled some green onion on top. Turning, I smiled brightly, my short maid apron rustling against my bare upper thighs. I took a deep breath and felt the strings of the apron dig into the overflowing cleavage of my boobies.

Sir had been training me hard every day and long into the night. I'd really tried hard to be good enough to be his baby-girl hostess and today was the day. Today was the big party and I was terrified I was going to fail and he would cast me out.

Wordlessly, I took the omelet to Sir and put it in front of him. Then I took a step back and waited with my hands behind my back and my chest thrown out. Ready for inspection! Maybe it was good enough?

Sir finished the article he was reading and then, throwing down the paper, used his fork to cut the egg.

"Over cooked." He pushed himself back from the table.

"Ooooh! Darn it!" I stamped my feet, clacking in the high heels I performed all my cooking and cleaning duties in. If only I could cook as well as I could walk!

He took me by the hand and dragged me across his lap. I tried not to whimper as he administered the ten slaps across my bottom. They rang out crisply in the stillness of the morning, quickly joined by my stifled sobbing. I wasn't good enough, again! I was such a dumbo.

I was only wearing an apron, which is handy because it saves Sir from having to pull up a skirt. I've had sooo many spankings in the last three weeks, but this one seems to hurt extra.

"Stupid eggs!" I say, wishing I had been allowed to stick to toast and sausages. That earned me another five smacks for talking back.

I sobbed openly as I walked back to the stove, my bottom throbbing, and retrieved two more eggs from the carton. I've NEVER NOT gotten a spanking for eggs. It's just NOT fair!

I'm just about to pour the eggs into the pan when he comes up behind me. He presses against me, pushing me close to the stove.

"No," he says, stopping me. His massive bulk is so intimidating. I can feel the length of his cock knocking against the small of my exposed back. He turns up the heat slightly and puts a bit more butter in the pan. After a moment it melts and begins to bubble. "Alright. NOW pour it in."

I do as I'm told.

"Swirl it, gently." He has his hands on my hips, making my whole body sway. I have to resist the urge to look up at Sir.

"Okay, see how it bubbles, but is still liquid on top?"

I nod quickly -- but it still looks raw!

"Off the heat." He takes my hand and guides me. "Now fold it up. Yes..."

And he has me put it on the plate, garnish it and takes it over to the table. He sits and cuts into it.

"Perfect." He takes a piece and slips into his mouth, smiling. "Down."

I curl by his feet and slowly stroke his leg and sneak my fingers under my skirt to my soft pussy lips as he eats his breakfast and reads his paper. Maybe next time I can cook the eggs on my own and be a good girl! I SO want to be good enough for Sir.

After Sir finishes his breakfast it is time for the gym. I run ahead to the bedroom to get out Sir's gym clothes and runners.

His favorite t-shirt, a perfect skin tight breathable number was pushed right to the back of the bottom drawer. I wiggled impatiently as I reached for it.

"Present!" he barks.

During my first week I startled, banging my head into the cabinet. Even my second week I might have hesitated and gotten myself spanked.

NOW I immediately slip my hands around my ankles, spreading my feet and pushing my bum up as high as it can go. Sir has me working hard on my yoga, so I'm getting much more flexible.

Sir doesn't hesitate. His hands grip my hips and, as my apron has no back, he pushes easily into my exposed pussy.

"Dumbo wet as ever..." he said to himself as he worked his big dick in and out of me.

I kept in position but limply, trying not to be anything but an accommodating hole for my Sir to use.

Golly, it was tough! Sir was soo BIG and GOOD in my little pussy. AND then there was that thing in my asshole! It was so intense how his big bulbous head rubbed up and down against it, just separated by the thin tissue of my insides!

The wet glorping sounds rang out in Sir's bedroom as he used me. I flushed at just how wet and slutty my little hole was. I had been a regular bratty teen girl before sir had bought me, but now hopefully I was ready to host the big party for him.

Then, as he increased his speed, maybe Sir decided I wasn't moaning enough, cause he played dirty!

He gently pushed apart my wobbling ass cheeks and tapped on the end of the butt plug buried deep in me!

"Ugggggh!" I squeaked and then bit my lip. Not fair, not fair!! I convulsed around him as he GUSHED into me. Oh I tried to stay limp and quiet, it was soooo HARD!

He pulled out with that sucking wet sound.

"Clean."

I swiveled and, panting from my quick little orgasm, dropped to my knees, quickly lapping up and down him, sucking gently on the tip to get out any excess. Then I quickly moped myself. Sir didn't like to be kept waiting and I knew he valued his gym time.

"Wait." He held up a finger as I turned, already untying my apron and kicking off my high heeled shoes -- it was knee high socks and sneakers at the gym. He made a circle. "Turn and bend."

I did as I was instructed. Golly, Sir wasn't usually ready to go again so quickly. Though despite being in his late forties, he was a sexual STALLION!

He spread my ass cheeks again and tapped my butt plug - making me give a high pitched moan.

"Push."

I squeezed my muscles and the butt plug -- a nice long red one, so much thicker than the first little one he had started me on my first full day, slithered out an inch or two.

He gripped it and pulled it out in a fluid motion, making me squeak. He tossed it into the bathroom, where it slid under the toilet for me to pick up and clean later in the day while I did my maid duties.

I kept myself in position, though peeked out of the corner of my eyes as he pulled open a top drawer and pulled out--

"Oooooh!" Ooopsie, I wasn't supposed to talk, but Sir didn't seem to mind.

"You're going to thank me for your training," he said. He held aloft a long, even THICKER ebony black butt plug. He took out a bottle of lube and laid trails up and down the sides of it. A generous see-thru blob on the tip.

"Present!"

I held my ankles again and didn't need any instruction by now, as Daddy pushed the tip into my little rosebud and spread me, pushing and pushing, filling up my trembling little ass until, like the red dildo, it was completely inside of me. I peeked a look in the mirror on the bedroom door. I could see the black circle of the base of the plug stark against the whiteness of my skin.

I trembled, feeling the increased GIRTH and LENGTH of it in me. Except for pushing larger and larger plugs into my ass, Sir had not showed any interest in fucking me that way. No one had ever used me down there -- I didn't count the loser teen boyfriend from years ago who had tried and failed to get it in.

At first, I stupidly (dumbo) had asked why he was stretching out my asshole. But Sir had simply spanked me firmly until I apologized for speaking out of turn. By now it felt VERY sexy to have something up my ass all the time. It's like it made me arch my back and stick out my breasts that much more. And simply walking would shift it around in me, making me drip.

"How's that?" he asked, patting my ass. "Can you hold it?"

I gave a little grunt, wiggling my bottom. It was thicker and longer. I would have to concentrate a LOT.

"Put something on." He smacked my ass and indicated I should get dressed. "Don't want you embarrassing me at the gym."

Grateful, I got out one of my thongs and pulled it up firmly, right up my ass crack so it lay across the black end of the plug. The thong also bisected my pussy lips, slightly parting them, so that was okay too!

"Quick!"

Sir already had his t-shirt and shorts on and was doing up his runners. I quickly snatched my clothes from the little hamper beside my sleeping pad.

The hamper and the sleeping pad on the floor by Sir's bed was all I had in the house. I was a dumbo pet for Sir. At least until I passed my big test at the party.

The gym was close by, so we walked briskly over, me struggling to keep up with Sir's long strides. A couple of young men stared hungrily at me as we crossed the basket-ball court. They were playing skins, except for one short wiry boy in a crop top.

I found myself staring at the big boys with their muscular bodies, drenched in sweat, clashing against each other as they battled for the ball. Sir was an amazing physical specimen and I was devoted to him, but I just couldn't stop myself from looking at--

"Keep up, dumbo!"

At the gym, Sir put me on the treadmill first, with my earbuds connected to his phone -- top speeds with fast beats from my bubble gum pop playlist. After half an hour it was onto the circuit with emphasis on the leg machines today, which was extra tough. Finally I was allowed to do my stretches beside the free-weights where Sir was completing his work out.

Besides Sir, who was finishing up with bicep curls there were five men, two white and three black, all in tiny little muscle shirts, with hulking, massive bodies. They explosively grunted and groaned, pumping the simply mind-bogglingly heavy weights.

They were all like Sir, with massive bulging muscles, grunting deep and animal. It made my pussy pulse each time they benched or pressed. The smell of them pushed into my flaring nostril, making me feel sort of dizzy.

As I slowly did my stretches I realized that the GRUNTS coming from behind me were timed to my bends! I looked round and blushed, finding that they ALL, except SIR, slowly working their weights or doing their poses staring straight at me.

I glanced over at Sir, but he was just looking out the window, working his BIG arm muscles. I looked back at the men who were boldly making eye contact with me as they pumped their weights.

Flushing, I continued with my stretches. Sir was very strict that I should complete my exercises. My flexibility was turning me into a 'fine instrument' he would say as he pushed my feet over my head, stretching my innermost muscle too.

I turned away from the men and slowly did my splits. It had been sooo hard at first, but Sir had worked with me in the nights as well as the days to get my muscles to release. Oh, he would undress me and slowly massage my legs, going deep into my thighs to the point I would cry out... Then he would trail his fingers over my spread pussy and I'd find myself relaxing even more. Sir was SUCH a good trainer.

I giggled at the thought and how he'd TRAIN me next! Which is how I found myself doing the split, my bottom arching up and then....

Ooopsie, even with my sweat soaked thong tight up my ass, I felt the butt plug shift and pop out slightly!

"Fuck me!" growled a stranger's voice behind me.

Some weight clanged to the floor.

I let out a whimper and fell back on my generous bottom, letting out a little sigh as the butt plug pushed back deep into my ass.

There was some cursing and more clanging of weights behind me as I covered my face in embarrassment. Oh god, they had all seen...

"Dumbo." I looked up. Sir was standing over me, wiping his face with his towel. "Work out's over. Come along." He held out his hand and pulled me up. I pushed myself under his arm, feeling protected by the sheaths of muscle on his side.

I peek around him. The muscle bro's were glaring at me with eyes that seemed to smolder. Some were licking their lips. Nobody seemed happy at all!

"S-Sorry Sir." I clenched my bottom as tightly as I could as he led me away from them and then out into the fresh air outside. Sir never let me use the communal showers, not when he could supervise me at home.

Sir glanced back at the gym and shrugged. "Most of them have steroid impotence. It's frustrating to have a hottie like you displaying yourself in front of them. Especially--" He slapped my ass, making the butt plug vibrate and me squeak. "With that poking out!"

"Oh Sir!" I could help but laugh and hug him. We came up on the basket-ball courts where the same young guys were playing. The wiry short fellow was desperately trying to snag the ball and failing.

Sir stopped and slowly ran his hand down the small of my back and squeezed my bottom. I sighed and stuck my bum out for him. At first I'd been embarrassed by public displays like this, but Sir had been slowly educating me on how it was only right and proper for him to enjoy me everywhere and at any time.

"You liked showing off your plug, didn't you?" he asked, making me blush. After a hesitation I nodded. Sir was very clear that I needed to be absolutely honest.

He glanced over at the group of young men. They were laughing and had tackled the young wiry guy who had finally gotten the ball. They piled on top of him, laughing and rough housing. I bit my lip. All those half naked sweaty young guys!

"You like this lot too, don't you? Think they are sexy?"

I bit my lip again, but quickly nodded.

"Alright then," he said in a voice that suddenly made me stand up straight. "You ready for an assignment, dumbo?"

"Yes, Sir!" There was no other answer.

He pointed to the group. "Go over there and offer to suck their dicks. Make sure they know that you are sincere and not making a joke."

My mouth fell open and I looked up at my Sir in disbelief. He wouldn't just--

He leaned down a little, a frown starting on his face. "You hear me, dumbo? This is hostess training."

"Yes, sir!" I straightened my back. Sir has been talking A LOT about the party later today and how I need to be prepared. Thinking about my training I suddenly realized he was training me for other men, not just for himself!

I gulped and glanced over. The boys were sitting on the top of the wiry little fellow, ignoring his high pitched shrieks.

"Good!" He smacked my ass, making it wobble in my skin tight yoga shorts. "And NO fucking, understand? Just be a bright and bubbly good girl, hungry for some cum!"

"Yes, sir..." It was hard not to sound a little despondent. Once they started, how was I supposed to stop them? But that didn't matter. Sir had commanded, I didn't have a choice, not if I wanted to be his girl.

I girded myself, then strutted over to the boys. I put on my widest smile as I felt my boobs and booty jiggle. My scoop cut sports bra hardly restricts my breasts when I walked like this.

"Fucking assholes!" The wiry little fellow gasped, his backwards baseball cap twisted, as three of the guys sat on top of him, shirtless and grinning. Around them, two other fellows' eyes widened when they saw me strut up. "I'm eighteen! Stop treating me like a little girl!"

The tallest of the three, a red haired guy in his early twenties laughed and ground himself into what was not a wiry guy, but a skinny girl, her curly red hair peeking from under the cap. She was in a crop top and shorts. She has a perky little butt but hardly any breasts, no wonder I thought she was a whimpy man!

"If you're gonna play with the big boys, little sis, you gotta be prepared for lots of ball play!"

"And shit talk!" says an almost equally tall fellow on her back.

"And a bit of grab ass!" says the super lean fellow at her feet, who uses both hands to squeeze her bottom.

"OOOOOOH! GROSSS!!!" the wiry girl gasps, though I notice she just wiggles her bum in a way that invites more attention.

But not now!

"I like ball play," I say, cocking my hips and making a show of checking out each of the guys, especially the tall red head. I can sense he is the leader. I just love alphas.

He blinks, ignoring the squeaking coming from beneath him.

"Eww, fucking ho!" the little sis protests. "What the fuck do you want, bitch?"

But big brother and the other boys ignore her. In fact, those pinning her immediately get up and I find myself surrounded, while little sis pouts and looks on. Sorry honey!

I focus on red. "Maybe you'd like to play with a girl who really knows her way around balls?" I lick my lips. "I love practicing with nice big sweaty ones."

I lean forward and slowly sniff red's chest. He's not even as close to as bulked up as Sir, but he's very broad and sleek and glistening under the sun.

"Mmmmm..." I reach out and run my finger over his chest, slowly tickling one of his nipples before taking back my hand and slowly sucking my finger. "So tasty."

"You- You wanna blow us?" asked the sandy haired guy who'd been perched on red's sister.

I flick my eyes to him, but immediately look back at red. "Sure do. All of you." I lick my lips. "I'm hungry for some cum."

"Holy shit," mutters one of the others off to my right.

"She's probably fucking diseased! Or crazy!" Sis is sitting on the ground all rumpled and red faced from the rough-housing. Or maybe disappointed that I interrupted it.

"Shut it, Becky!" snaps Red, his eyes staring into mine.

"Crazy for cock," I say, leaning forward and putting my hand on his crotch. "Mmmm, nice big dick."

"Let's take her in the alley, Ian," Sandy-hair says to red. "Where we can--"

I shake my head, while slowly squeezing what I feel rising in Red's -- Ian's shorts. "No. Here, on the court. I love public sucking."

And so Sir can see I'm being obedient. I resist the urge to look and see if he's watching us.

"Whhhat?" Sandy groans. "You gotta be fucking--"

"Sure," Ian smiles and then nods to Sandy. "Sam here, first."

"Dude!" Sam protests.

But before he can step back, I'm promptly on my knees in front of him and tugging at his shorts.

"Oh man!" he gasps, blushing, looking at the smirking guys around him. "Ian-- I don't know if..."

"You afraid, pussy?" Ian laughs, stroking my head as I jerk at Sam's shorts - he's trying to push my hands away. Ian shakes his head. "Be a man!"

His fingers slacken and I yank his shorts and boxers down and find...

"Ahhhh!!!" I laugh, quickly catching his swinging, nicely long, if not terribly thick cock. "Yummmmy!"

"What a whore!" Becky says, but as I lap up and down Sandy's stiffening prick I see she isn't looking away.

Sam is gasping and immediately pumps his hips as I engulf him, looking up into his eyes. Gotta make Ian jealous I figure.

"Oh god! OOOH GOD!" he gasps as I give his balls a gentle squeeze as I draw and suck on him. "OH FUCK!"

I work for a minute or two, all the guys just standing around with wide eyes and growing bulges. Sir has taught me lots of tricks and techniques. Becky is gasping too, but yeah, watching like she is trying to learn.

It's then that I reach around and brush his asshole. Dirty pool, I know.