A Gentleman? Next Door

Her hands went up to her mouth, her jaw dropped open, her eyes teared over blurring the beautiful view of his gorgeous body. She was stunned.

Andi sqealed again and flung herself at him, arms round his neck, legs wrapped round his hips, her face pressed into his neck.

"Oh thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you!" she murmured over and over into hos neck while he effortlessly supported her weight.

Leaning back with arms full stretch, hands locked behind his neck and legs gripping tight, she looked into each eye in turn.

"You're the best! I love it. I want this room to please you, sir, do it anyway you think suits us, or leave it like this. I love it! It's perfect cos its ours!"

"And yes, if you decide, I'll work with you to get Mum into something sexy, just tell me what to do. And yes I'd love to go clubbing or to restaurants and to the beach and stuff; you'll really show me off? Show off my body? To other men? You'd do that for me?" Her face was full of wonder, delight and excitement.

"When can we go bikini shopping? When sir? Soon? Very soon?"
 
He laughed at her youthful exuberance, as his hands slipped to her butt to hold her. She felt as light as a feather against him, but one thing immediately sprang to his mind was his cock trapped between them, pressing into her panty covered mound under the white skirt. He looked deeply into her eyes and all he wanted to do was throw her on that bed and fuck the living shit out of this sexy as fuck young girl ... but he didn't, a plan was a plan and he was not going to fuck this up now, not when he now had the chance of getting a mother / daughter combo. He slowly lowered her to the ground which only made her rub over his now rock hard cock even more and actually made him shiver slightly.

"We can go tomorrow. Now your mother thinks you are work for me you can just tell her I have a job I need you to do. Theres this little bikini shop I know down by the beach, it's perfect for sexy little girls like you, Andi. We'll have men looking at that gorgeous young body in no time."

The fact she was so excited to show her body off made his work all the easier, he was already laying groundwork to have her wear sexier clothes to school. He would have to find out what sports she played at school so he knew what outfits they wore and tutor her in showing off to the max in them for the men in the crowd, not to mention the coaches. He stroked her arms up and down softly, marvelling at how smooth her skin was and how pale compared to his black skin.

"We also need to buy you new clothes for school. The ones you wear now are hopeless. I am sure you've seen some of the slutty gear your classmates wear? How they attract the attention of the boys and no doubt the men around campus? I need to you to shine brighter than those sluts because you are mine. Do you understand, beautiful?"

He slipped an arm around her and guided her from the room, his big hand slipped under the short white skirt to cup her ass again as he led her downstairs. Once in the living room, his cock still hard from touching her perfect round firm young ass, he dropped onto the couch.

"Go get me a drink, Andi. Whiskey on the rocks will do. Right there at the drinks counter. Get yourself something if you want and we can talk about your mother." He ordered the girl.
 
"Sir, yes Sir!" she grinned back at him, happier than she could remember ever being. While she put ice from a small bucket in the cut crystal tumbler and half filled the glass with spirit she revelled in the memory of his hands on her bum.

They felt good there holding her up, but even better under her skirt! That was just so naughty, one of the things her Mum wouldn't approve of. Perfect.

Carrying his drink over she bowed from the waist with booted legs straight, hands holding his whiskey in front of her, face alight with pleasure. It gave her an idea.

"Sir's whiskey on the rocks, sir," then went back for her own drink, a lot of vodka with a little tonic. Feeling mischieveous she stood in front of him, turned away, lowered her glass to the floor with straight legs knowing the tiny white tennis skirt would be lifted to the small of her back, her small tight light blue and red boy shorts strained. Once the drink was safely on the floor she straightened and turned to face him, gracefully sinking to her kees slightly to his right, the vodka now at her left hand.

His big cock look quite strained, all fat and swollen and pulsing with life.

"Sure sir, I'll wear whatever you think is right at school, but is it ok to look slutty? I mean, isn't it a bad thing, being a slut? Or is that Mum talking? But yeah some girls wear very tight tops showing tummy and tight leggings over thongs, heels, but we're not allowed over one inch heels in school. I reckon these boots'd kill them ha ha. But you want me to outdo them, right? Get more of the boys and teachers attention? To do you proud, sir?

But hey enough of me, what do you wanna know about Mum?" she sipped her vodka, cradling it in her lap.
 
Mac just sat back, glass in hand watching her, sipping the whiskey and admiring the foxy little nymph before him. She was a natural tease he decided and he smiled as she bent double in front of him making the skirt rise to show that glorious ass of her. He could even see a little camel toe going on there and the boots looked incredible on her in that position. He could have quite happily knelt behind her, grabbed her hips and ate her out till she screamed for him to stop. His smile widened, he was getting the impression this little slut wouldn't ever ask him to stop.

"Yes, I want you to outshine those sluts, they can't hold a candle to you ... but if your school has rules we need to get around them." Mac considered the problem from all sides.

Schools had a hierarchy like all businesses. Temp teachers, full time teachers, deputy principle and then the principle themselves. And if you wanted to get ahead in business you went right to the top. Get the owner of the company, or in this case the school principle, on your side and the rest fell into line. Mac smiled as a plan occurred to him. But he had to answer her question first.

"This is a lovely drink, darling, thank you." He started off raising his glass in a toast to her as she knelt before him looking up at him. "And just so you know, I can never hear enough about you, you are all thats important to me. But, your mother ..." He considered what to ask to give him a clue of how to get Sarah dressing like a slut. "Is your father away much, either for work or away with his friends? Does he leave your mother alone often? Do they go out on dates still? What is their love life like?"

He winked at her at the last question. Most everyone would think the child had no idea of their parents sex life, but they would be wrong. A child noticed things, grouchy mum or dad in the mornings for example. A parent would went to bed early leaving the other alone. The parents not doing much together as a pair any more and finally, of course, not hearing any sounds or signs of sex from the parents bedrooms.
 
She noticed he didn't make it clear for her that being described as a slut might be ok. She knew it was good to be called sexy, or fit, but slut? She wasn't sure.

But to answer him, she said, "Oh yeah Dad's away quite a lot, or out quite a lot. You probly haven't seen much of him? He works quite long hours at the Uni, seminars and student tutorials and curriculum meetings and stuff, and at weekends he goes off with his friends a lot leaving Mum at home. She used to have her own friends but since she got kinda icy they don't vist any more. I can't remember that last time they dated and sometimes he's away all night and I hear Mum using her battery toy.

She thinks I don't know but once I sneaked into her room when they were both out and found it. Kinda purple, long and thick with a coupla fingers near one end? Its not as big as your cock or as beautiful, wrong colour for a start, but its about as wide, maybe?

Anyway, I don't think I ever heard them have sex, but then maybe they're just quiet? I know I have to be.

And hey, don't worry, I'm over my crying fit on that run. I know you like me, its ok," she smiled up at him.



At home, Sarah was still sitting at her kitchen table, now with a glass of red wine. She had been deeply affected by Mr Gravener, Mr Malcolm Gravener. He was quite an interesting man. It might be a good idea for Sarah to encould her daughter to keep working odd jobs for Gravener, it would give Sarah such a good excuse for talking with him. She smiled at the thought. She might even take up running again? She must have some sweats and a baggy t shirt that would do for jogging in? Sipping more of her wine, Sarah's mind continued it's enchanting day dream. Perhaps she wouild even have fun? She couldn't remember the last time.



"Now, what else you wanna know about?," asked Andi to Mr G. "Ask me anything?"
 
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That made things easier, Mac considered. A lonely wife, bored, no doubt horny and ignored by her husband. Perfect to be seduced and used by him and his new toy, Andi. He sipped the drink again as he smiled at his girl.

"Anything? Ok, tell me your deepest darkest fantasy, Andi, the one that if your mother knew she would throw you out of the family forever. The one you have never told anyone else."

He moved a little, relaxing back on the couch, legs spread a little wider, his cock laying on his thigh now as the excitement from holding her in his arms had diminished a little. God damn she was a piece of work. If a girl was imagined and created to make any man hard in his pants just seeing her than that girl was Andi, and she was his, he owned her. His eyes flicked over at a draw on the cabinet near the front door and he smiled. He had been waiting, wondering when the best time to give that to her would be ... maybe now?
 
"Oh my! that's a big question! There's so many things Mum doesn't approve of, where would I start?"

She thought a bit, her eyes fixing on the attractive looking man meat sitting so well behaved along Mr G's thigh.

"Well I suppose one might be dancing naked with a huge black man in the middle of his garden in the moonlight? Or taking a role in the school play in front of everyone, Principal and teachers and parents and students, but I'm totally naked, ha ha! Or I'm at the shoe store in a short skirt being measured for pumps and I didn't put on any underwear and the Sales clerk notices and lets another clerk check the measurements then another ha ha."

Andi watched Mr G's reaction to her tame fantasies, not sure if it was safe to tell him about her darker ones. She needed his approval, or permission. She needed to know if he thought this dark enough or too innocent?

Should she tell him about wanting to ride the escalators in the Mall in a tiny skirt no undies? Or to wear a thin clingy tank top without a bra? Or to have her man finger her to orgasm while they sat at a cafe table having a drink?

Or what about wanting to put her hands round his huge penis and play with it until it erupted enormous gouts of creamy thick sperm like she'd seen on the internet? Or to act as his hostess when his friends came round for a guys night in, dressing in the tiniest clothes for them to see her, to shine for him and make him proud? Or to feel what its like to have lots of men playing her naked body and emptying themselves all over her and inside her?

She blushed as these thoughts rushed through her head.
 
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Mac listened quietly, smiling occasionally. He liked all of her fantasy and some ... maybe all he could and would make happen now he had a feel for her limits. But he sensed there was more, something else, maybe many something elses she wasn't telling him. The things buried deep in her heart and mind. He sat forward as she came to an end and gently took her chin in his. He bent forward, his face inches from hers, his eyes dark and powerful as he stared into her beautiful ones. He glanced from side to side, looking deep inside her.

"Tell me you darkest fantasy, Andi, not some porn story from the internet. I will make you do these things for me, all in good time, but right now I asked for your hearts darkest desire. The one thing ..." He cocked his head and smiled slightly. "The many things perhaps that you hide, maybe the things you scare yourself thinking about so you lock them away from the light. Show me your heart, my dear. Show me what darkness lives within someone so beautiful."

He released his hold on her chin so she could talk, but he kept himself close to her, watching her expression, her eyes, seeking fear, nerves maybe even excitement. He would know if she lied, he would know if she kept anything back. He wanted all she had to give, he wanted everything, her heart and soul, and once he had those she would be an empty vessel he would fill with his own desires and wants.
 
Andi felt slightly embarassed now, and looked away.

She knew he cared for her, liked her, enjoyed being with her, even treated her, so she wasn't worried about losing him as a special friend.

No, it was more she felt she hadn't met his standards. That even her darker fantasies were dismissed as mere porn stories from the internet. It was as if he was saying she had no ideas of her own.

Andi hated that feeling of letting him down. One thing was for sure, he'd never have to do anything to punish her. Just a subtle hint of disappointment was enough. She actually felt devastated. There was a gaping void where her tummy used to be.

Lifting her eyes to meet his, she gazed into them to find the loving acceptance she felt must be there, had to be there.

Dropping her gaze she sank down, deflated.

"I'm sorry sir. I don't know if I have anything. I don't know what else to tell you? I suppose I'm not very imaginative? Not original? I can't think of anything that someone won't already have done?"

Thinking a bit more, she blurted, "I think I just want to please you?"
 
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And there it was. He had pushed her, given her every chance to make something up to get him off her back. Instead she had given him possibly the most valuable gift she could, the truth, and better still he felt her pain inside for thinking she had failed him. He again took her chin, marvelling at the smoothness of her skin, but holding her face steady so she couldn't look away, and he smiled warmly and lovingly at her.

"Thank you, Andi. Thank you for being honest with me. I value that, and loyalty above all else in a person I love."

He stood and walked to the desk next to the door and pulled open a draw. Inside was a long slim black case. It was a very simple design, nothing about it spelt out value at all. He picked it up and walked back to where she knelt on the carpet and handed it to her.

"This is for you ... open it."

He knew what it contained, but would she grasp the symbolism, the importance of it. A simple black silk choker with a silver clasp in the back. It was a marker of ownership that others like him would notice, recognise and abide by. Seeing Andi wearing it they would know she was owned and not touch her, seeing her wear it when in his company they would know WHO she was owned by. His plan was moving faster than he had assumed it would, only a couple of days since they started and already they had come so far. He felt the time was right, especially after meeting her mother. Even if Sarah suspected what the choker symbolised she would not complain, she would know he had put it on her daughter. And Mac was confident after only being with her a few moment that she wanted him, badly. Sarah would get her wish, but right now this moment was between him and Andi.

"Would you like me to put it on for you?" He asked even though she had no choice. A Master always marked his property himself.
 
"Its really pretty. So simple. So elegant. It's very you!" she grinned at him, "black and perfect!"

Andi flicked her hair up out of the way, holding it with both hands while lowering her head and presenting him with the back of her neck.

There was something solemn and meaningful about the gift, the surprise, but she didn't know what it was. It felt like the giving of an engagement ring, except there was no suggestion of marriage. It was different, but seemed to mark some kind of committment, some kind of relationship.

While he fixed the simple choker round her throat she asked, "Do I wear it always, sir? Or take it off when I get home? Or what about in the shower? Sports at school? I'd love to wear it to sleep in if that's safe? It feels really special. You're too good to me, sir, and I give you nothing back? I haven't given you a single thing, just taken from you. I don't how you manage to be so selfless?"

Turning to face him she smiled into his eyes, shyly kissed his cheeks standing on the tips of her toes, then sank to her knees in front of him. It seemed the right thing to do.

There had been no awkward apology in her statement. It was just a statement. Not asking for anything, not apologising, not manipulating, just a statement. Andi honestly felt she'd given him nothing, that he'd demanded nothing from her, but that he was ok with it.

"Will you help me to please you, sir? In any way you want? I know I can walk away now and you won't complain or make a fuss, cos you're good like that. But I don't want to walk away. And I don't want presents and surprises though I love and adore every single one of them. It's enough for me just to please you. Will you help me do that? Will you allow me to do that? Do I have your permission, sir?"

Her big youthful eyes, so open and honest, gazed up adoringly into his own.
 
He stood over her looking down, his cock again at face level to her as he smiled.

"You are wrong, you do give me something ... you. Your time, you sexiness, your beauty. But now you have accepted the present I need to explain what it means." He stood tall, towering over her, his thick cock at half mast before her. "It's a marker, it claims you as mine. While you wear it you are saying to the world you belong to me, heart, body and soul. What I say is as if God commanded it. You won't disobey, you won't complain, you will do everything, anything I tell you to. You said I ask nothing of you ... that starts now. You must wear it at all times accept in the shower or swimming. If school has a problem with it then we will deal with your school, there are ways." His cock was hardening, he always got excited at this point in the relationship. "You may come and go from this house as you will, that is the meaning of the key and me giving you the bedroom, but this is my property as well, you will treat it like a treasured possession while you are here. If your mother asks about the choker tell her I gave it to you, she won't ask anything further, believe me, or if she does send her to talk to me."

His cock was hard now, like some ancient mythical beast rearing before young Andi's eyes.

"You also need to know how to act from now on. I will dress you slutty and sexy, I will display you for the world, for other men to admire and see. You maybe called words such as slut, bitch, whore ... these are not bad words, take them as compliments. A slut is just a girl who recognises her worth to men and pleasures them accordingly. If a man, even a woman or boy or girl calls you a slut you smile and thank them and feel happy they recognise your beauty." He paused realising it was a lot for her to take in perhaps, how he had in a few seconds changed her world entirely. "Do you understand what I have told you Andi, do you accept your place as my slut, my property?"

He cupped her gorgeous face and stroked it softly, gently, lovingly as he smiled down at her.
 
Andi looked up into those lovely deep eyes.

"Yes Sir, I understand."

Under his gaze Andi raised her hands and took the choker off.

She calmly glanced at the enormous rod bouncing gently with each heartbeat looking her in the eye, her lips almost brushing against it. Then she stood, and balancing carefully managed to kiss Mr G's cheek again.

With another glance at his beautiful cock she dashed upstairs, changing faster than she'd ever managed before, and taking her key with her ran out of the house by the front door.

"Hey Mum!" said Andi as soon she got home through the kitchen. Sarah was looking at her watch and frowning, but looked up at her daughter'd greeting.

On the way in Andi had put the choker back on.

Andi could see her Mum's eyes narrow as she took in the simple black silk decorating her daughter's throat.

"Where did you get that?" she challenged.

"Oh, Mr G next door gave it to me!" replied Andi in a light frivolous way, watching the uncertainty on her mother's face. "Yeah, you told me to be a Good Girl, and Do As I Was Told, so I did, I was very obedient, and Mr G gave me this because of it."

Sarah's face appeared to change colour, and she didn't seem to have a response ready.

"Here, Mum, a selfie?" and Andi scuttled over to stand in front of her mother, their faces close together although Sarah was a little taller and looking shocked; Andi snapped a picture of them both.

Admiring it, Andi said, "Hey this choker does look nice! I'll send him the photo!" and with her mother watching, Andi sent Mr G a text attaching the picture.

'hey sir me n mum admiring the choker xxx Im never taking it off!' SEND

"You have his number?" Sarah asked, incredulous.

"Well duh, Mum, how else is he gonna call me when he needs me?"

For the rest of the evening Andi kept fingering the silk around her neck, especially every time she spoke to her mother.

They spent most of the time in the sitting room as usual, where Sarah felt she could keep Andrea under her scrutiny, but this evening the closeness of Andrea in that ridiculous marker made her more and more annoyed. And Sarah'd hushand wasn't even around to take some responsibilty!

By the time Andrea went to bed Sarah was truly worked up. It ddn't take long her her to break and storm over to their neighbours house. She was going to give hima piece of her mind. How dare he!

Just as Mr Gravener was letting Sarah in, Andi climaxed in her bed, thoughts of that gorgeous big cock so close to her face sending shivers of ecstacy through her tits and pussy and tummy as her fingers whirled around her engorged clitoris.

Calming down after a few seconds, Andi grabbed her phone and called Mr G.

"Hey sir, its your slut, your piece of property here!" she said in a post orgasm husky relaxed voice.
 
"Sarah, how nice to see you." Mac smiled answering the door in his robe.

Sarah pushed past him into his house red faced with anger. As he closed the door behind her and followed her into the living she whirled to face him, her finger pointing angrily.

"What the hell do you think you are doing with my daughter?!" She shouted at him.

Mac walked slowly by her, his arm brushing her making her shiver involuntarily.

"I'm not entirely sure I know what you mean, Sarah." He said softly.

"That black choker you gave her? Don't deny you know exactly what it means. You're some sort of Dom, right? You like to control young girls, use them? Andrea is not like that, she is innocent, naive, shy. I won't let you take her from me." Sarah found herself looking up at Mac and only now realised just how tall he was, she took a half step back and gulp. The robe hid hardly anything and she could easily make out his body through it.

"Sarah, you getting worked up over nothing. It was a gift, and Andrea seemed very happy to receive it. She is a remarkable young lady, beautiful and sexy like her mother. Believe me, I would never hurt her ... never."

"I ... well ... I mean, the choker .." Hearing him call her sexy and beautiful derailed her thoughts for a moment.

"The choker was a way for me to let her know I care about her and want to be with her, to be her ... friend. And besides, she is old enough to make her own decisions now, if she wants to be with me, in any way she wants, you have no control over that."

"I AM HER MOTHER!! She will do what I tell her!!" Sarah screamed just as Mac's phone rang. He picked it up, saw the number and smiled, pushing a button and putting it on speaker as Andi's voice came through.

"Hey sir, its your slut, your piece of property here!"

Her voice told him she had just cum and he smiled as his eyes flicked to Sarah who stood there mouth gaping, unbelieving of what she had just heard her daughter say.

"Hello, Andi ... sounds like you are enjoying yourself there. What did you just do, slut?"

"Ha ha what did I do? I just been daydreaming about your lovely big cock, ha ha, and kinda enjoying myself .. hopefully doing what a good slut girl should?"

"Enjoying yourself ... you made yourself cum didn't you, Andi, thinking about my big, thick black cock you have been staring at all day. I saw the way you were looking at me. You want me, don't you. You want me to touch you the way no one has ever touched you before, you want to feel my cock inside you?"

His eyes were fixed to Sarah's as he spoke, his voice low, steady, showing none of the excitement this situation was brewing inside him. His cock started to swell, pushing at the white cotton robe in front of it.

"Ha ha yep sir, I played with my pussy, well its your pussy really, and made myself cum, a nice big orgasm and with no purple toy like mum uses ha ha. But yeah, I'd like you to touch me sir .. I'm playing my ma nipples now, and yeah I wanna feel your big man cock inside, sir!"

Sarah stood silent, red faced, but whether it was from anger, humiliation or embarrassment for her daughter Mac couldn't tell. He winked at her.

From Sarah's point of view she was having a hard time believing this was her daughter speaking. Shy introverted Andrea? She would never say such things, use such dirty disgusting language ... and how did she know about the purple vibe Sarah owned? Had she gone looking for it ... god, had she used it!? Sarah shivered at the thought her own daughter might have used her vibe, put it back and then Sarah, unknowing, had used it on herself. Then her eyes noticed the bulge growing in the front of Mr. Graveners robe. She gulped.

"You are such a slut, Andi, my sexy beautiful slut, and I will give you what you want, don't worry. Pinch your nipples for me and finger your wet cunt, imagine it's my thick black dick pushing up into you, taking you, using you."

"mm yes sir, you're gonna be my first fuck, I can't wait! Imagine what Mum would think if she knew the big black man next door was fucking her daughter, ha ha, I wonder what she'd say?"

Mac laughed aloud at that and grinned at Sarah.

"Yes, I wonder what she would say hearing that. Would she rush to stop you, hit me ... or ignore it? So ... my new slut is a virgin? You do me an honor letting me take such a cherished thing from you Andi ... and I will make sure you never, EVER forget your first time."

Sarah shook her head, her expression one of sorrow and sadness.

"Please, please don't fuck my baby girl." She whispered.

"I wonder what your mother would say if she saw how hard you just made me, Andi ... think she would like my black cock?" As he spoke Mac untied his robe and let it slip from his shoulders standing naked before Sarah and as hard as steel.

"hm, yeah good one. I don't know when she last had a cock, sir. I bet she'd love yours ... she probably knows how to give a good blow job, would you like her to suck you off sir?"

"Might be fun to see her do that, feel her lips around my cock, see if she has skills. Bet it would turn her on too. I bet she wants to be a slut just like her sexy young daughter."

Sarah stared at the cock before her, she heard the words he said, she felt the conflict inside her. Andrea was right, it had been so long since she had felt a cock in her, since she had felt the touch of a man. Her husband, Andrea's father was away so much and even when he was home he was distant. To feel a cock ... this black hard thick cock inside her ... She shook her head and turned and ran out of Mac's house, leaving the door open.

"I want you to cum again for me, Andi, I want you to finger your cunt hard and fast, I want to hear you cum for your owner."

He smiled at the open door. Sarah hadn't shouted, hadn't tried to grab the phone, had done nothing but stood, listened and stared. Good, Mac thought, good, she can be turned.

Andi's voice and panting was loud over the phone .. "I'm working my pussy sir, ooh, and imagining your big cock shooting .. oh yes, mmnnnn, oh !" and with a series of grunts and gasps she came for her Master as ordered.

"Good girl, very good, you sound so wonderful when you cum." Mac stated as he slowly stroked his cock listening to the girl cum over the phone for him. "Now, time for bed little slut. Be here at 10am tomorrow and we will go buy you a sexy slutty bikini for the pool or beach. Sleep well my darling." He blew her a kiss and hung up.

Mac closed the front door and headed to bed. Tomorrow would be a whole new day for both him and Andi, and maybe even her mother. It was obvious that Sarah had a lot to think about and Mac was curious which way she would jump. Protective mother or wanna be slut.
 
Tha atmosphere was frostier than usual that Sunday morning when Andi came down for breakfast.

Her mother was standing at the sink, cradling a cup of coffee and watching her daughter get herself a bowl of cereal and put some bread on to toast.

No 'good morning', no 'did you sleep ok?', no 'how are you this morning?'. Just a frosty atmosphere.

Andi glanced up and asked, "Can you switch the kettle on, please Mum?"

"HOW DARE YOU!" was the response.

Andi's head jerked up, surprised at the huhed but vehement tone.

"I was there, young lady! I heard every word you said, EVERY word!"

The penny dropped and Andi blushed a deep crimson. She couldn't remember exactly what she'd said to Mr G, but she knew the gist of it, and that it was very explicit.

Her embarassment grew for a moment, then with an effort Andi forced hersef to think what he'd told her.

Calming herself and looking up again Andi said, "He loves me, Mum. He said I'm beautiful. He likes me and enjoys being with me. He said he loves me, which is more than you or Dad have said to me in I don't know how long!"

"Don't be childish, Andrea! He's just using you!" her mother retorted.

"So what? And its not Andrea, I'm Andi now, the new me. D'ya think I wanna be like you? No one uses you but you have no friends, no fun, no sex? Well I'm gonna get lots of sex. And lots of fun, and maybe make new friends with all the wrong people! But I know I'll be getting plenty of sex!"

Leaving her bowl Andi got to he feet, and still in her sleepwear of a long cream t shirt nightie and yellow cotton briefs and the choker, put on a pair off mud boots, all she find just then, and left by the kitchen door.

It was Sarah's turn to be shocked.

Her daughter had walked out on her. Her husband had all but left too, he was away or out so often.

Sarah was alone. No friends. No fun. No daughter. No husband. No sex.

But there might be a way out of all this.

She could still rescue her Andrea.

Mr Gravener needed a woman more his own age, someone with experience, maturity.

Maybe he would swap Andrea for an older woman to be his, what was the word? Slut?

Next door, Andi let herself in using the key she now kept on a cheap metal chain round her neck and stood there in the hallway, not sure what to do next.

She could go up to her new room, or go to the kitchen, or maybe the living room?

Instead, she hesitated in indecision in the hallway, a full hour earlier than she was supposed to be there.
 
Mac heard the door open and opened his eyes. He was still in bed, naked, sheets half on and half off his body. He glanced at the clock and considered. He had heard the key in the door so he knew it was Andi, but why was she here so early? He thought of what had happened last night with Sarah, how the woman had run from the house. She wasn't trained enough to keep those emotions inside and hidden, so what would she have done ... snapped at Andi? Yes, that seemed most probably, and then what would Andi do? Run to the place she now felt most comfortable ... his house. He smiled and slipped from bed and padded downstairs seeing her standing in the hallway in a nightie and ... boots? She had the choker on which was good.

"Thats a different look for you darling." He said with a wink and a smirk, teasing her as he stepped from the bottom step and stood next to her, his black skin shining in the early morning light through the windows. "Kick those boots off and let me make you some breakfast."

As if it was the most natural thing in the world he cupped her ass through the tshirt and leaned down to kiss her lips softly, but he let it linger and when he pulled away he smiled.

"You taste so good, Andi." He patted her ass and walked to the kitchen, throwing bread into the toaster and reaching into the fridge for some juice. "Can I make you some eggs or toast? I have some cereal around here somewhere if you'd rather that. Would you like coffee or juice, or both?"

He bustled around, his cock soft but long and swinging free between his legs. He hummed to himself a happy tune as he worked and smiled at her.

"Everything ok, sexy? You're here sooner than we agreed. Not that i mind, I love having you around me. Did you mum say something mean?" His smile didn't waver as he asked that, he knew it was probably the reason she had come over in such an obvious state of confusion. "Don't worry if she did. Your mum is so sexually frustrated she doesn't know what to do. Do you know she stood right there with me in the living room last night and listened to us. She didn't complain, she didn't shout and scream, and I was naked through some of it and I can tell you she enjoyed the view. Then she just ran out the house." He laughed now remembering Sarah's flushed face. "I could probably walk over there right now and fuck her on your kitchen table and she would thank me for it. Poor woman needs it so bad."
 
Andi looked up at him from her seat at his kitchen table.

"Yeah? Maybe you should sir, she probably does need the attention. But maybe it's my fault. I think I was a bit mean to her. I told her she had no friends no fun and no sex, and I didn't want to be like her. She told me she heard every word I said last night?"

Andi looked down at the table. "Is it true that if a woman doesn't get sex regular she becomes kinda icy like Mum? D'ya think maybe, like therapy, she'd feel better if you fucked her? I mean, she'd have to want it, obviously, but would you do that for her? For us? What would you do? Fuck her on the kitchen table like you said? What position? What about blowjobs? Would you let her suck your wonderful cock? I think that's one of the things I said last night, oops!" Andi grinned up at her big naked host. "I bet she'd love to suck you off. Would she swallow, d'ya think?"

Andi's musings were interrupted with the arrival of her eggs and toast.

"Hey, thanks sir!" and without another word she ate fast, hungrily.

"Mmm, and this morning we go bikini shopping! I'm so excited!"
 
Mac watched her eat as he smiled at her barrage of questions. He sat down opposite her and drank his coffee as he watched her closely.

"In order? Yes, it's possible that women who don't have sex get withdrawn, icy and even mean. They need the physical release and they aren't getting it. Yes, I do think she would feel better after a good hard fucking. Yes, I would do that for her, for you. As to what position ... so many to chose from and the circumstances sometimes matter to. If I walked over there now and she was at her kitchen table then sure, she would end up bent over it with my big hard black cock buried in her pussy or down her throat ... or both. But she isn't as important to me as you are, Andi ... you get those things first, not her." He again took a sip of the coffee, sitting back totally at ease. "And don't worry about being mean to her, she needed to hear those things. If anything you might have been doing her a kindness. I am sure she has a lot to think about right now."

Mac waited till she was finished eating then rose and walked to her side of the table, stroking her soft hair as he collected her plates and put them in the sink before returning, his cock brushing her arm as he stood beside her. he bent down and kissed her softly, then more passionately, his tongue slowly working its way into her mouth as he held the back of her head gently, but firmly. Then he parted their lips and smiled.

"Now, go dress for me and I will take you to buy a sexy bikini or two."
 
The kiss was amazing, even better than she'd ever dared hope.
Now they really had kissed properly, like lovers, and Andi was so proud, excited and aroused. The feel of his mouth on hers, the way his hand held her head, sent shocks through her body making her tingle between her legs and in her nipples which filled and rubbed against the cotton of her t shirt nightie.

Floating with bouyant energy she dashed upstairs to her room and closing the door threw off her night things, the t shirt in a discared heap by the unused bed, her briefs untidily on top.

It felt nice to be naked in Mr G's house, and Andi half wished her mother could see in.

Smiling to herself, Andi opened the closet and took a look at the slut clothes she had. Making a careful selection, and hopefully picking out what would please him, she dressed and returned downstairs.

"Hey sir? I'm ready?" she called, feeling good in the tiny white tennis skirt, and blue tank top over the white lace thong and matching bra, finishing the ensemble with white heeled knee boots. Andi hoped it said 'slut with style'.
 
While Andi had been dressing, Mac had done the same and met her in the hallway as she called out. He had decided to dress in loose white slacks and a black tshirt that moulded to his body. As he saw Andi's outfit his smile widened, his eyes slowly trailing up her body from the sexy boots to her pretty face and bright eyes.

"You look incredible, darling." He stated moving in and taking her in his arms, his hands went to her slim waist and then down and under the small white tennis skirt to slip to her ass and he lifted her slightly to kiss her lips again. "You are going to have every man who sees you hard as a rock ..." He lent down his lips to her ear. "Including me." He whispered.

Taking her hand he led her to the car and held her door for her so she could get in, admiring her smooth toned legs as her little skirt rose up. He closed her door and walked around to his side seeing Sarah watching them from the window. He paused and blew her a kiss, smiling, then climbed in and drove off. The trip to the beach didn't take long at all and he parked close to the store he had in mind and taking Andi's hand they walked along the beach front watching people enjoying themselves on the sand and in the sea. As promised more than a few men stood and stared at Andi as she walked alongside the tall muscled black man. One guy getting a punch in the arm from a girl who Mac assumed was his girlfriend as he checked Andi out.

"It seems you are a hit, my dear." Mac laughed leading her inside the store.

The shop wasn't as high end as the stores he had taken her to before, but it had all styles of swimwear, from g-string bikini's to more conservative styles. Mac slowly walked her around the store smiling to himself as he watched the young man at the counter in a long white tshirt and shorts ogling Andi from the second she walked in. Mac picked up three swimsuits for her and handed them to Andi.

"Her my dear, go try these on for me, and remember to look at yourself in the mirror in the changing room, admire you body, see how sexy you look, and them come out and show me each one. And I want your honest opinions of all three, ok?" His hand slipped under the skirt again (oh what a wonderful purchase that skirt had been) and patted her ass cheek.
 
Andi giggled, feeling Mr G's big hand cup and pat her bare ass under the tiny skirt, then kissing him on the cheek skipped off to the fitting room.

She closed the cubicle's curtain most of the way but left a small gap so she could peek out at the shop, wanting to know where the sales guy was and hoping that Mr G might be looking at other bikinis too. She was also curious if any other girls looked at him like she did. He was a gorgeous piece of manliness, and she wanted every girl jealous that it was Andi he was with.

Not seeing anything of interest Andi hung the three selections on the hooks opposite the curtain and looked at herself in the mirror. She was so happy with Mr G's reaction to her choice of clothes. Especially the skirt. She chose it because she thought it looked sexy and made her feel sexy wearing it, but it was the unexpected bonus of allowing him to freely grope her ass under it that was so wonderful. She was glad she chose to wear a thong today!

Enough of admiring herself. To business. She lifted the blue tank top over her head and off, then unhooked the white lace bra drawing it down her arms and hung it with the top next to her new bikinis. Facing the mirror again she reached under the skirt and drew down her white lace thong, hanging it with her bra. Turning a little she checked out how much could be seen under the skirt. Standing straight the slopes of her ass cheeks were only just covered, which meant her dark trimmed bush couldn't be seen from the front. Ok. She unwrapped the skirt and hung it with the rest of her clothes.

She was naked apart from footwear. Wear them or not?

Holding the curtain a little wider with her left hand, but close to her body, Andi half leaned out, white knee-booted left foot forward. Her face and the left side of her body were exposed, shoulder, arm, hip leg. Her boob was covered by the arm and curtain which also hid her pussy. But it was clear she was nude except for the white leather heeled knee boots.

Andi wanted to ask Mr G if she sould wear the boots with the swimwear, but couldn't see him, so popped back into the cubicle, closing the curtain.

She tugged off the boots, then tried on the pink bikini, tying the laces in a loose bow and checking herself out in the mirror, adjusting the bikini top triangles wide apart but still covering her pointy nipples which pushed against the fabric.

Smiling happily she stepped out and found Mr G.

"Hey sir, number one. Its nice, very comfy, I like the laces and the halter, and I like how the cups can move closer together or further apart," demonstrating a little, "the cups are quite wide, and the bottoms are very full so I'm not sure if its sexy enough for you, unless its for when you don't want to show me off too much?"

Andi did a slow spin on the spot, blew a kiss to Mr G, and trotted back to the cubicle to change.

Closing the curtain again she tugged on the laces and let the top and bottoms fall away, draping both over a hook.

Next she climbed into the swimsuit, tugging the zip to the top, checked herself in the mirror and stepped out again to her audience.

It appeared that the shop was a little more full.

"Again I like the halter, and it's backless, it's not very high on the leg and quite full covering behind so its suitable where decency are required," and here she turned to present her ass, then turning to face him again, "but the front zip is sexy cos if its pulled down like this," which she did," you can see that my tits are in danger of falling out, which is quite fun!"

Zipping up again she turned for him and scooted back to the cubicle for the last selection.

Closing the curtain she unzipped and peeled the swimsuit down her body and off. Then it was the black bikini, just three triangles and bits of string.

Andi felt incredibly sexy stepping out into the shop wearing so little, and she actually blushed when she felt the eyes scouring her body. It felt wonderful.

"Ok, so the last one, sir. This feels amazing to wear, even though there's hardly anything to it. No, mostly because there's hardly anything to it. I love how the tiny top can move, and how it leaves my back basically uncovered," and she presented the back view. "Its really sexy!" Then she skipped back to the cubicle.

Coming out dressed like before she joined Mr G, the three sets of swimwear in her arms.

"So sir, what d'ya think?"
 
While Andi had been trying on the swimsuits, Mac had been talking to Todd behind the counter. He knew the lad from his earlier visits here and Todd was always impressed how the big black man always found the hottest young girls to hang on his arm. Andi was no exception.

"She is fucking hot, Mac ... she even legal?" Todd asked with a smirk.

"Yes, she is legal, Todd ... barely." Mac winked back. "How's business?"

"Oh, you know, its good. Now summers ending things will slow down, but lucky being where it's never really that cold even in winter helps. Sooo ... you fucking her yet?"

"Not yet, soon, why you interested?" Mac lent on the counter and smiled.

Todd was a college kid, not much older than Andi really, his long hair and slim muscular body showed him as a surfer and the kid was nice to, which made it easier to like him. Mac considered that if he had fucked Andi already he would send her Todd's way, but he would be the one to take the girls virginity, no one else. As Andi began the fashion show a few more people entered, a couple looking for swimsuits and two more of Todd's surfer friends who shook Mac's hand. They all stare and almost drooled watching Andi submissively show herself to Mac and explain why she liked the suits he had picked. As the show came to an end all the men watching were hard and even in the lose shorts the surfer dudes wore obvious erections could be seen.

"I think you looked sexy as hell in all of them." Mac replied to Andi's question. "What do you think guys?"

Todd and his friends almost fell over each other complimenting Andi's looks and body in the swimsuits which was exactly what Mac wanted. He wanted her to see what she did to men, who just looking at her could turn them into drooling zombies for her to control.

"Something to remember, Andi, being a slut, or looking like one is more about your body and your attitude than it is about the clothes. That helps of course, but for example, as you mentioned, that black full length suit, open in back and so low it shows off just a little of your butt and the zipper in front as you mentioned, allows you to show or not show your beautiful breasts. Sometimes what a man can't quite see turns him on more than what he can." Mac explained paying Todd for the three suits. "I think the black swimsuits would look amazing with your black thigh high boots, or the black knee high ones. We'll have to see when we get home. For now though, why don't you slip the pink one back on and your boots and we'll take a walk along the beach front, maybe catch some sun."
 
Andi hurried off to change back into the pink bikini and white knee boots, and soon reappeared at Mr G's side carrrying her clothes.

She was 'sexy as hell', Mr G had said, and the boys couldn't say enough nice things about her face, her body, how she looked. So different from that horrid teasing boy back at the school pool a few years ago. She loved how these boys mentioned her legs, her ass, her chest. It made her feel so good.

She had been amazed first by the boys' wonderful compliments, and then at how brazenly Mr G had spoken to her in front of them all. He had given her advice on 'being a slut' while the boys were listening, and she'd sneaked a glance at them worried they might sneer at her.

But no, they just listened and seemed to accept Mr G's wisdom, and that yes she was his slut. Slut in Training, maybe, but slut. And as his slut she paid attention to what he'd like to see her in, how the right boots would look amazing with each swimwear set.

So, all set and with everything paid for, she linked arms with Mr G, she in her pink bikini with white boots, and it was time for a stroll in the sunshine.
 
He walked them slowly along the beach, to their right the sand and sea, and to the left shops, cafe and arcades. He kept his arm around her slim waist, the feel of her skin on his was electric to him and his hand occasionally slipped to her ass which was barely covered by the small pink bikini bottoms. People passed them and all looked at them. The big older black man, toned, muscled, powerful and on his arm the slim, gorgeous sexy white girl in the small pink bikini and fuck me high heeled white boots. Young boys gawped, teen boys stared and grinned, men leered and checked her from top to tail even if they were with wives or family.

Mac took his shirt off and tied it around his waist, his gleaming muscular chest on show and now getting as much attention from girls and women as Andi was getting from the males at the beach. He was used to the attention though, he threw out smiles to the girls and women here and there, seeing them reply with grins of happiness. After about ten minutes of this, the click of Andi's stiletto boots on the wooden walkway sounding so sexy to his ear, he saw a cafe up ahead. It had outdoor seating and waiter service, perfect. He steered her to table and held her chair for her to sit, then dragged another chair to sit right next to her.

"I'll have an iced coffee." He said to the young waiter who made his way over to them, his eyes on Andi's cleavage. Mac waited till Andi had ordered then slipped a hand to her warm smooth thigh under the table. "I am so proud of you, Andi. You make me so happy just being with you. And I really love how all these men and boys are so jealous of me right now."

He laughed, his fingers making slowly circles on her smooth skin as he spoke. Then his hand began to pet her, stroking her leg up and down softly. He took her face in his other hand and gently turned it to face him as he lent in and kissed her softly. He was definitely old enough to be Andi's dad, maybe even her granddad, and when their lips slowly parted he looked around and saw a few people sitting at tables watching them with mixed expressions of lust, desire, or confusion and annoyance. He simply smiled. Taking her hand in his he guided it under the table to his crotch and held it there.

"You belong to me now, entirely. You obey me and me alone. Not your parents, not your teachers, not your family, no one but me. You are my slut. When we get home I am going to take you to my bed and make you the woman you wish to be. I will take your virginity Andi, claim it, because I can and because I own you. But always remember I love you too. Very, very much. But today your slut training starts for real. I want you to go into the cafe, find the young waiter who was just checking out your tits, and I want you to flirt with him, touch him, make him hard, and then bring our drinks back to us."
 
Andi's head was so full she felt it might burst.

He loved her. He loved her very much! And she belonged to him alone. The other men and boys were jealous! She glowed from within in the knowledgs that he meant what he said. But it wasn't love like most girls think; he wanted her to have fun, too. A lot of fun. Like this challenge with the waiter. She had to do it well before Mr G would fuck her with his wonderful meaty cock. She was trying to suppress imagining what that was going to feel like. His hand on her legs, her thigh, her ass were amazing enough, and his kiss sent a jolt through all her naughty bits.

Getting to her feet she looked down at him, eyes sparkling with happiness. Ok, time to act like the slut. She adjusted her bikini, top and bottoms, to show a bit more flesh and glancing round saw how much attention they were getting. It made her tummy feel nice inside.

Once inside the cafe she spotted the waiter immediately behind the counter over by the coffee making machine. She knew he'd been looking at her tits and liked it. So let him look some more.

Andi sauntered over and leaned on the counter top, her boobs resting on her forearms making them look bigger and more on show than before.

"Excuse me, but um, where's the bathroom? I really need to pee?" She jiggled her hips a bit to move her ass for the benefit of customers behind her and also because it made her tits wobble and look like they might fall out of her top.

As she hoped, the waiter's eyes were on her chest not her face.

"Uh, over there miss to your left?" he said still watching her tits, "But I'm nearly ready with order?" At that he dragged his eyes up to her face.

"Oh goody!" Andi exclaimed, jumping up and down a little and clapping her hands, giving even more bounce to her bikini top. "Let me cum with you, I want to be there when you take it out!" She hoped her quickly made up innuendo was working on the boy.

Drinks made, he put them on a tray which he carried two handed and lead the way outside.

Mr G was still at their table shirtless, gleaming in the warm sunshine.

As they walked towards the table Andi was holding the waiter's arm, rubbing her thinly clab breasts against him and whispering about how strong his arm was, then she dropped one hand accidentally stroking it across his ass. As he made to put the tray down Andi offered to clear a space, using it as an excuse to stand on the other side of their table, opposite the young waiter, bending low to give him a perfect view of her tits straining the bikini top. Looking openly at the tenting of his pants she hoped she'd succeeded in making him hard, in carrying out her first slut task.
 
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