Evelyn Gets Her Guitar Tuned

Evelyn always wanted to learn how to play guitar. Growing up she would travel to Spain with her family during school breaks. Fascinated with the sound and rhythm, every day, within minutes of leaving the rental property, Evelyn would always find her way to the music. Sprinting across the city streets looking for the sound she longed for, the Flamenco guitar. At the time she didn't know much about music, let alone anything about guitars, but something about this specific sound made her feel like her heart was 5 times the size.

As she got older Evelyn had multiple guitar tutors, even some claiming to be Flamenco instructors but in reality they just played generic Spanish music and passed it off as authentic. Throughout all her lessons, never once did she get the same feeling she did in Spain.

Now in her twenties, too broke to travel to Spain, she decides to give it one more go. Her love for this style of music is a little unassuming when you look at her. A thin, blonde blue eyed girl from the US, not exactly who you picture listening to this music, let alone playing it. After some research online she comes across a couple of teachers and begins to call them for more information. Prepared, she has questions ready to vet the instructors with and to her surprise, one actually passed her secret quiz. Jose Duran. He didn't have much of an accent aside from his pronunciations, he sounded sort of young, but his online reviews were great and after all, he did pass her test. He had an opening that Saturday in the evening before closing that he offered to her as a trial day.

All week Evelyn thought about the upcoming lesson, she cleaned her old classical guitar days early in advance out of the excitement. Finally the night arrives, guitar in the back seat, she pulls up to his studio. Sitting in her car she starts developing nerves and is feeling a little out of her element. After quickly gathering herself Evelyn steps out of her car. She sees another girl about her age leaving the front door while making her way to the studio. She says hi to the girl, who doesn't respond right away but a few steps later stops to turn around and gives her a little smirk and says "Good luck".

After knocking on the door she hears "Come in", opening the door, a beautifully decorated, warm toned room filled wall to wall with guitars appears. The only thing besides guitars in this room are 2 stools, a door, a speaker and those soundproofing foam pieces on the ceiling. Entering from the door in the back, a tall man walks into the well let room to introduce himself "Hello I'm Jose, you must be Evelyn"

After a brief introduction was made, it was finally time to start the lesson. Evelyn had a good feeling about this. Jose sounded knowledgeable, confident and was seemingly really nice from the jump. When she pulled her guitar out he stopped her. "No, you put that away, I've got one just for you" and he hands her the most beautiful guitar she's ever held. The wood had a shine that reflected the entire room in it, in her arms, it felt like it was made for her, she felt like it was an extension of herself. Ready to learn, she looked over to Jose who promptly began asking questions.

How long have you been playing, can you read music, do you know any chords, do you know any songs, what about techniques? Explaining the few things she's learned over the countless instructors and occasional YouTube video. Jose gives a light giggle. "Well good news is, you're practically a blank state, you know enough that we can jump right in but don't worry about how well you do, you're in good hands"

Evelyn's anxieties and nervousness completely left herself at that moment. She felt comfortable, in a judgemental free place and ready to learn everything he can teach her. "Let's start with some arpeggios. Place your hands like mine and with your playing hand, move your fingers in order like so". Giving it her best, Evelyn attempted to mimic the sound but it didn't quite sound the same. Her hand was starting to shake as she played notes and the strings were making a buzzing sound. "One second, pause right there. You're doing great, but let's get that sound nice and clean. Your hands resting a little close to the strings, if you raise it up half an inch you'll notice your G-string will improve"

"Pffft...my what?" confused and almost embarrassed, Evelyn blurted out in disbelief.

"Haha, excuse me, the 3rd string, that's the G-string on a guitar." A giant sigh of relief left her body as she started giggling realizing how mistaken she was. Red from ear to ear, she blurted "I'm sorry Jose, for a second I thought you could see what I was wearing" She couldn't believe she just said that. Now panicking about what Jose thought she quickly asked about the technique.

Trying to explain how to better place her hand, Jose suggests that he show her. Standing behind her on the stool, he places his hand around the neck of the guitar and shows her his hand placement. Unable to get it to sound clean, Jose leans in to observe from over her shoulder to get a better look. Their faces next to each other at eye level Evelyn's finding it hard to focus without looking directly at his face so close to her. Her hand begins slipping as she's getting distracted and Jose puts his hand around hers "Here, like this". This threw Evelyn off even more. She's essentially being held by Jose and in the process completely forgetting why she's there. Waking herself up, she gives it another try and to her surprise the help actually worked! Sure it's not as complex as the songs she's heard before but just the few seconds of music she played, it made her remember that feeling in Spain.

Before she can cheer herself on, a soft whisper falls upon her ear, "Good girl, well done." A little jolt is sent down Evelyn's spine. Jose releases his hands and makes his way back to the stool. "Great work, let's work on a few more things, then we'll do a special little test I like to do to see your progress at the end of the first lesson". Refocusing on the task at hand, Evelyn agrees and is eager to learn more. Jose shows her how to play some chords, then teaches her some basic melodies to her favorite songs. She was doing great! Every section felt more challenging but as they continued her comfort with playing increased dramatically. The songs actually sounded like a musician was playing them. Sporadically she would catch herself watching Jose and not the playing. Thinking about his hands, his words, playing like a record in the background of all these beautiful guitar sounds. These thoughts were almost enough to distract her however her excitement from learning could not be overshadowed.

"Honestly Evelyn, I'm blown away. It's not often that I'm left speechless by someone's lesson, especially in just one day. We're almost out of time, but I don't have any other lessons today. Would you like to try that special little test that I mentioned earlier?" Taking all but 1 second to think it over, "Sure! I've been learning so much, it would be cool to see where I stand after just today, let's try it". Jose tells her that he needs to get something from the storage room but to stretch and relax while he's away.

Taking deep breaths, Evelyn is stretching her fingers, running through everything from the lesson, she's determined to nail this. A little startled in her meditation the door closes and Jose re-enters the room with a box in hand. "Ah ah ah, no peeking, you can't get any advantages. This will be purely a test from my teachings so just focus on that and you'll be fine. Eyes forward. Keep practicing." Closing her eyes, trying to focus, Evelyn continues to play. She feels some tension against her head and when opening her eyes back up they're met with darkness. She can make out a glimpse of light around the edges of her vision but immediately starts to panic.

"Easy, easy, it's ok." Comforting her, Jose's hands are resting on Evelyn's shoulders. "I placed a blindfold on you to test your finger placement. It's a lot harder to play when you can't see your hands. I can remove it but if you want to see what kind of guitar player you are, this is a great toss you in the fire test". Reluctant to give up, Evelyn is dead set on learning and a little surprise like this isn't going to stop her. Jose calls out different techniques and chords from the lesson, having her run through everything. She's doing well, her progress is obvious but with the blindfold her playing has gone down considerably. Even worse, that buzz sound she was getting earlier returned. "Take a deep breath and stretch out your hand like I showed you earlier."

Trying her best, the string is still buzzing. Noticing her stress building Jose is now gently rubbing her shoulders in encouragement. "Here, let's try this again." Evelyn feels his left hand over hers above the guitar neck, but now this time his right hand on her playing hand as well. Blindfolded all she can do is listen and feel what he's showing her. His body behind, slowly pressing up against her she is fully in his arms as he guides her hands into the correct positions. Getting even more flustered than before, her breath starts getting heavier, her hands a little sweaty and she can feel her face turning red. Even when struggling to regain focus in this position, she manages to collect herself and play it perfectly.

Directly in her ear she feels his warm breath, "See, I knew you could do it. The blindfold is a little tough at first but once you learn to accept the situation, it's no different, right?". With shivers being sent across her entire body Evelyn finds it hard to speak. Nodding her head excitedly in agreement she finds herself in a haze. "Let's try this a level deeper. Without your sight you can play the guitar, which is already an accomplishment that I want you to be proud of. But what we're doing next will require trust in my teaching, do I have it?". Still unsure how to form the words to respond, Evelyn continues to nod. "Great, let's give this a try." Feeling tightness around her ankles, she is confused, what was she feeling? Just before she can ask what's happening Jose explains, "Right now I'm using the same cloth as the blindfold to restrict your legs. It may not seem like it now but playing guitar without fully controlling your body is a whole other technique all on its own. I'm sure you'll breeze through it quickly."

Unsure on how that logic works but not concerned enough to stop now, Evelyn runs through the lesson again. With her ankles bound together, she's dividing her focus and her playing is suffering. Her left hand is doing fine, but now her right hand is out of sync as she plays. It begins to frustrate her. She just played this, you don't play guitar with your legs, why is this an issue? Her concentration is fully gone at this point and Jose steps in to calm her.

"Relax, it's ok, but you cannot play guitar from the heart, until you fully give in. Worrying about things that don't matter will slow your progress, you've come so far in just one day. Right now, let's just focus on your right hand. Bring your left hand back to me." No longer worrying about what limitations are in front of her, Evelyn moves her hand back and she feels Jose guide it behind her back where he stops and holds it still. Now with only the open strings she plays the same sequence. It's sounding clear and she starts picking up speed, getting even more comfortable. "Let me join you and see if we can sync." Jose reaches around Evelyn once more and begins playing the frets on the guitar.

With her hand still resting behind her back she gets startled when she feels herself accidentally graze Jose's legs. "Sorry it's a little tough to hold my left arm still." Feeling a little embarrassed by the move Evelyn apologizes. "Not a problem, I can actually help with that. Keep playing with your right hand." Evelyn feels a slight pull at her waist, causing her to fully sit-up straight. Immediately following she felt her wrist tighten and just like that her left hand was tied behind her back. "Let's try this once more." Jose grabs ahold of the guitar again and the two begin synchronizing their play. He starts changing the notes, her playing is continuing but now he's piecing together frets to make a beautiful melody.

Swaying her body side to side, Evelyn feels a huge warmth in her chest radiating out to her body. The tune he's playing is taking her heart to a fleeting feeling she's chased for years. So enamored with the music they're making she completely sets aside her being blindfolded, her legs tied together, her arm behind her back, she is entirely engulfed in a blissful state. Without being distracted by anything but the music she is left to her imagination. Picturing the array of emotions she's experiencing she's hit with a rush of endorphins.

"I can play something a little more complex if you just take your other hand away for a moment." Evelyn does so without question. Feeling her other hand, Jose ties her wrists together with a gentle knott. "Just take a deep breath and listen to the sounds. I want you to picture the strings I'm playing as if it were you. Listen and feel the guitar reverberate through the room through you and let the music take you." Fully relaxed Evelyn takes a deep breath, lets her shoulders drop and listens intently. With the guitar on her lap and Jose's arms around her, he plays a beautiful song, full of rhythm and techniques she's never even heard of. Her heart is beating fast, she's grinning ear to ear but her body is completely relaxed. She can fully feel his body pressed against her but in the moment nothing but the song existed.

When it ended, Jose lifted the guitar from her lap and stood up. "Ok this is the final section, it's probably the easiest. I'm going to play a note we learned today and I want you to try to guess it." He played the first note, which she got wrong. He played a few more, she got close but was also wrong. "Honestly sometimes it helps if you sing the note you play. Try it this time." Evelyn begins singing the notes in harmony with the guitar and starts getting closer. Finally she guessed one right! Yelping with excitement she says to give her a hard one.

Jose thinks about this. What could be a tough one for her to match and guess correctly. "Hmm. Okay, I've got it. This ones a little harder so when I play it I want you to try to sing and hold the note as long as you can. It'll be easier to guess. Ready?" Evelyn happily nods, she's confident she can get this last one right. He plays the note but she's a little off, he tells her to give it another try but this time to relax her jaw a little more to help reach the note. He starts the note again and this time she's belting the note so loud it overshadows the guitar. Sustaining the note, Evelyn is thinking she's got it down and just as she's about to quit singing to guess her lips are met with something between them.

Before she can pull her head away she immediately feels it in her throat. She's mumbling, trying to move her head out of position but Jose's hand is holding her by the back of her hair. Holding her head down just long enough for her to choke he releases her.

"What the fuck?! What the fuck are you doing!" Evelyn is yelling in Jose's direction. "Take these blindfolds off, what the fuck did you just put in my mouth!?". A bright flash hits her eyes, they're slowly adjusting. Jose removed the blindfold. "Is that better?" Finally able to see clearly Evelyn's eyes widen as she's stuttering trying to continue with her anger. In front of her she's faced with a tanned, fit and very excited Jose. Scanning his whole body she's getting lost in his appeal. What did she like more, was it his abs, his figure, his chest, chiseled jaw, or was it the pulsating erect cock pointing right at her. Shaking her head, "No, I didn't ask for this, this isn't a part of the lesson. I can't believe you would even do this." Jose wasn't worried, at least from the smirk on his face you would think he enjoyed every second of this.

"Look, you're not really in any position to do anything. Right now you're completely restricted and honestly if you move too much you might just fall over, so just try to stay still and this will be over before you know it. Hell you might come around to liking it by the time I'm finished using you. Just be that good girl you were the whole lesson and do as I say. Now open your mouth back up and sing that note."

Rolling her eyes, Evelyn reluctantly opened her mouth wide to sing that note. Once again Jose grabbed ahold of her head and he pushed his cock as deep into her throat as he could. Moaning, he demanded that she keep her mouth stretched so that he could fuck her face. Thinking this would be a quick and easy solution to get her out she obliged. Closing her eyes she tried to imagine the song he was playing just minutes ago to try to take her away from this place. That feeling is constantly being disrupted each time he thrust himself into her mouth. Evelyn's eyes start to water; she's running out of air and begins choking again.

"I'll give you a second to breathe but we're not finished yet." Jose pulls her back towards his dick and in one motion slides himself fully in and out of her mouth, pausing between each time he inserts it back in. Holding her head down as far as possible, his balls are pressed up against her chin, her mouth as wide as she can go she's leaking out spit and slobbering all over her tied legs. Finally opening up her eyes she looks at Jose, his face is in pleasure. That sick fuck she thinks to herself. Angrily she starts pushing her own head down faster in hopes to end the torture sooner. He too now picks up pace as fully uses her throat. She's struggling to keep up. Aside from being forced to do this, Jose has the biggest dick she's ever experienced. Hard to gauge while being throated but if she had to; Evelyn would guess around 9 inches long and girthy. Getting even faster now, he loudly gasps as he pulls his cock out from her mouth.

Her lower face covered in spit Jose holds her by the chin "You didn't think I would let you off that easy did you? Oh no no no, you'll know when I'm done, don't you worry." With his hands on her waist Jose grabs Evelyn, he pulls her away from the stool and pushes her down to her knees. From there he pushes her back over the seat of the stool so her chest is resting on the sloppy cushion. The moment he saw her walk through the door in a dress he understood just how much easier his job would be. Jose lifts the dress over her hips and rips down her little g-string. She wasn't lying. Hands behind her back, her bare ass fully exposed, Evelyn looks over her shoulder and asks once more for mercy, for him to stop.

Knelt down, Jose's eye line is directly behind her. In front of him he's astonished. She has a perfectly round ass, shaved pubic hair and the softest pink, most perfect pussy he has ever seen. He starts spanking one side of her ass, asking if she's going to be a good girl for him or if she's going to fight it. When she doesn't respond he spanks the other side even harder. He thinks he hears the slightest moan. Interesting. After enough of that he's ready to test her. Looking closely he thinks he can see that she's already wet, he smirks just before he spits on her lips and gets back up.

Evelyn feels his hand gripping her bound wrists as he pushes her back down onto the chair to hold her still. With his right hand she begins to feel the head of his cock running up and down her lips. He's moving the spit around as he rubs his cock in circles on her clit and her entrance. This is the moment. Evelyn screams "please don't, please...plea..." in that moment feeling Jose's cock slide into her. Her walls aren't used to a cock this size and is gripping him tightly, almost naturally trying to hold him back. He gives her a countdown with 3 baby strokes and on the 4th stroke he pushes his dick entirely into her pussy. Screaming even louder, she is being stretched out in a hurry. Within moments Jose is thrusting all 9 inches from the tip to base at a rapid pace.