My name is Evie. You may have read the first part of my story, about how I loved the priest who looked after the private estate where I grew up.
He was in his sixties, a tall thin man with pale skin and bushy eyebrows. But he had taught me so much. He had taught me how to be a good girl. After he had found me pleasuring myself in the confessional he had shown me exactly what good meant, as far as girls were concerned. He had taught me to coax and pleasure and lick and suck his delicious fat member. There was a time when I knelt in front of his beautiful priestly cock on a daily basis, sucking and playing as he ordered me to feast to do penance for my terrible lust. I had to milk him, he said, as he had milked me. And by the time I was sent away from him I thought I was made for it. I thought sucking cock was the most wonderful thing in the world.
My Uncle caught us. Just as he had caught me with Nina, my companion. He came into the chapel one evening and heard the full performance, the Priest sighing and whispering, 'you bad bad baby,' and ordering me to take him deep in my throat, grunting and moaning as I suckled him like a feeding baby, the saliva running from my mouth as I gobbled and fed. I knew I was a bad girl. But I was making it right.
My Uncle didn't seem to think so. I don't know how long he had been watching for, but he at least waited until I cupped Father O Leary's hairy balls as I felt him tighten and swell, and then pump his creamy load into my waiting throat, his glans rubbing deep against the back wall of my gullet as I swallowed him down. Even as I suckled him clean the Priest was sacked, then and there. Uncle Andrei said I was to be punished. Oh God, I was to be punished. I had no idea.
I was a spoilt little bitch, in truth. I'd always had everything I'd ever wanted, and more. I treated everyone like dirt. I was horny, but I was also horribly shy. After Father O Leary was dismissed I also missed his cock terribly. I was lonely and horny, and that's a dangerous combination in a young woman. You could say I was ripe. Sometimes when I walked around the estate I had to stop just to pleasure myself, I was so ripe. My clitoris felt like a nuclear device about to go off. I didn't even know what I needed. Father O'Leary had never touched my pussy. I just knew I needed something. So, when I was told I was having a bodyguard who would go everywhere with me I thought my frustration would be unbearable. I had no idea how devious my Uncle would be.
And so Jack arrived. He was my servant, technically. He was a big, handsome man. I think he had been a policeman, and I thought he was lovely. Tall strong, handsome, masterful, he oozed sex appeal. He was probably about sixty, but I liked sixty. It wasn't long before I had a crush on him and was wondering how to suggest I might please his cock.
Looking back, he did his job well. He roped my in and filled me with a level of lust I had never experienced. And he did it by saying no.
It wasn't no to everything. By the end the first week he had kissed my inexperienced lips, he had slid his hands into my shorts whispering, 'can I finger you baby? You're so hot,' and I had shuddered and felt the warmth of his questing fingers nosing and probing between my pussy lips, caressing my near-exploding clitoris, rubbing the little hood, pushing into the first art of my virgin sheath, feeling my juices flow. As he probed I pushed myself against him, as I let him stroke my swollen wet pussy I whispered, 'oh Jack could I suck you...?' a little.
He said he couldn't, he was my servant, my Uncle had been very clear. He had to look after me.
Oh, but my God he looked after me. We often went walking that night where, in the woods, he would knead and tweak my teats as I slid my hand into his pants and stroked his swollen fat cock. That was when he first whispered that he was unable to do it with a woman. He had been in a terrible accident, he said. And he couldn't do it. Just couldn't do it. I begged to try, begged him to let me use all my skill to serve and service the wonderful hot dick, but he wouldn't let me, fingering my wet pussy until I was beside myself and then telling me he wouldn't take advantage.
Jack worked on me gradually, that night and for weeks, kissing me, tonguing me, stroking my wet pussy gently with his fingers. I was in such a frenzy. As his masterful fingers worked me open, probing and teasing as I shuddered and writhed, he kissed me he would bring me to the point of orgasm, so that I was begging for relief. And then he talked of his sadness that he would never satisfy me. He couldn't do it with a woman, he said again. At least not normally.
Of course I asked him what he meant, begging him to let me help, begging to kneel and suck as his slave, as he caressed my warm clit with his fingers, and eventually he told me more. He could only fuck a woman who was bound and blindfolded, he said. He needed his women totally helpless, naked and spread like a toy for his lust. It was the only way.
I thought about that image a lot, and the more I thought about it the less it scared me and the more it excited me. I was addicted to him. He was good to me, He looked after me. Sometimes, when the two of us walked past my Uncle, I was worried that my Uncle suspected, but he seemed glad that Jack was with me, had said nothing further about punishment. I thought perhaps it was forgotten.
I thought Jack needed me. He needed me to be the woman he needed. And gradually, as his teasing continued realised that, for my Jack, tied and blindfolded would be a joy. I started to beg him to take me. However he wanted. Blindfolded, trussed, helpless. One evening, after dinner, as we kissed, and he slid his fingers into me, I started to cry and beg to serve him.
'Please tie me up and blindfold me Jack, I want to be yours...'
And he whispered against my lips and stroked my juicy cunt, 'oh Evie, you don't understand...,' and this time as I started to shudder he didn't stop, and with firm wet circular strokes he brought me off, taking me with his fingers as my G spot fired and spasms seized my virgin sheath, and I started to shudder and cum like a slave. And as I orgasmed he kissed me, deep, with his tongue, and I rode his prying fingers and adored him.
I was so frustrated that he wouldn't let me suck his cock. I told him I could suck and fuck and be all he needed. I couldn't understand why he wouldn't try, but he said he didn't want to disappoint me. Then, on the eve of my nineteenth birthday, he seemed to relent. He had been suckling gloriously on my teats and I had been moaning and shuddering on his lovely fingers when he asked if I truly trusted him.
'Oh God yes. I want it Jack. I want it the way you need it. I'll do anything. Please let me serve.'
That was the first time he took me to his room. To my surprise he had a room on the top floor, up near my Uncle's. He led me in, by the hand. I was already swollen with anticipation.
'Oh Jack...'
'Evie, he said. Are you sure?'
I looked around the room. It was dominated by a beautiful four poster bed, ropes attached to each of the four posts. I looked at his lovely face. 'Tie me up and blindfold me Jack, and do whatever you want. I want to be your slave...'
'You trust me...?'
'Oh yes...'
And so, sweet and trusting I stripped my virgin body and let him lead me to the bed. All I wanted to do was to please him.
'Oh, Jack you don't have to be gentle with me... I just want to serve..'
'Lie back whilst I tie you baby... that's it... spread those legs... '
The bed was soft and deep. It smelled of jasmine, the sheets felt like silk and my body warmed in anticipation. I felt warm, loved and filled with desire as my pussy fired with nervous excitement.
'Oh yes Jack...,' and as he blindfolded me he kissed me, tonguing me deep and gentle as I felt him tie the blindfold firmly.
'Oh Baby are you wet for us both?'
'I... what do you mean?' It was like a dousing with cold water. I struggled to sit up, but I couldn't see anything, and my wrists and ankles were tied.
'Oh Evie, I should have told you, but I hoped when you said you'd be my slave you meant it... I can't fuck alone...' I felt the cool air on my naked tits as he tweaked first one milky teat, and then the other...'I need to be watched.'
'Oh Jack ... oh God...' I was so ready, so wet, open and naked...'I don't know... please, I just want you my darling...'
I felt his warm mouth engulf my clitoris, briefly, wet and hot, suckling the fat nub in between his teeth -- and then he was gone. I shuddered.
'Oh God...'
'Oh Evie, I am sorry My darling... oh God my cock aches for you but we must stop now. Let me take you to your room. I should never have...'
I couldn't stop now. I couldn't. My body was trembling with the need to be filled and pumped and used. I didn't care who watched. 'No Jack. No, it's fine. I don't mind if your friend watches...'
'Oh, darling wonderful girl... here, let me release one hand... there... show me how you play with your fat little clit...'
Uncertain now, naked and vulnerable, I felt him free my hand and so, nervous and shy, I put my hand on my pussy, touched the hood of my clit. My pussy felt hot and juicy, in the cool night air. I heard the door open and close.
