My name is Lucy and I am here to serve. The day that my lord and master promised to take me for his own was the day after my nineteenth birthday. I was instructed to present myself wearing a silk dress and high heels which had arrived at my house wrapped in gorgeous packaging... and nothing else, as we would be going on a car journey to his country house. There I would at last be toyed with at his pleasure.
I adored my lord and master. I called him Edward, sometimes, but more usually 'Master.' He had wooed me politely and calmly, never touching me after that first rough, deep, anal fucking, but with a burning lust in his eyes that I could feel as he ran them over me.
I first met him when I was out riding my horse. I was a young girl, eighteen, with long shining dark hair which tumbled down my back, and small high breasts that resented the confines of a bra – so I did not wear one. I had ridden the horse, a mare called Leandra, into his friend's fields by mistake, and had paused by a stream to allow her to drink. He had appeared on foot, leaping a fence with casual elegance, and I had seen him examine my hot young body. He had asked if I was a virgin and I had nodded, my throat too dry to speak, seeing his eyes on my nipples as they poked through my T shirt. Without a word I removed it, and allowed his eyes to feast on my round, plump breasts, my long fat teats begging for attention..
Moments later he was suckling and feeing off my tits, licking and chewing and kneading my tight, aching nipples, and I was begging for relief. He suckled me like I was his last meal, feeding off my tits with a wild ferocious hunger that was pain and pleasure all at once, and spasms of lust and cum shook me with delight as I shuddered in the beginnings of my virgin orgasm.
As he felt me cumming he pushed me away, and I found myself on my knees suckling humbly and respectfully at his long, fat, magnificent cock, as he forced it between my lips, thrusting in deep as I gagged and choked on his fat cock head and he whispered, 'oh yes, open baby, suck that...' and as I could feel him starting to swell and tighten then he had pushed me down on my face, slapped me hard and forced his fat cockhead through the tight ring of my ass, and was inside me fucking deep fast and hard, there by the stream, his luscious plump, mushroom-shaped cockhead plundering my virgin anus as I cried in shock, humiliation and lust. I still remember his fast, urgent panting as he called me his tight baby when I moaned and cried and struggled... and begged for it harder. I still remember his fat hard cock stretching the tissues of my ass, sliding deep along my inside walls, pounding my g spot until I was out of my mind with desire...
God, he fucked and roared. After he had cum deep in my ass he fingered my clit until I came on his fingers. I think I fell in love with him then. Certainly, I started to fantasise at the thought of his lovely body entwined with mine, the hot steel of his manhood pushing into my tight young virgin pussy.
He didn't touch me again, though, not then nor when he appeared at my mother's house and invited me to dinner. My virginity, he said, was special. He had special plans for it. And so, the courtship began – polite, but smouldering. He would tell me, often, of how he longed to imprison me, to take me on the length of his cock, to force me to ride his hard, hungry dick until he poured his sperm into me. He would tell me how he looked forward to watching me, on my knees and blindfolded, filling my throat with his throbbing manhood as he thrust deep against my palate and ran my hot, hard nipples between his fingers and thumbs. He would promise me that he would kiss me, deep and long and lovely, whilst the men who served him took me over and over again, and how he would watch as I pleasured their long warm cocks like a slave girl.
I thought he was fantasising, then. Although once, in a restaurant he pushed me to my knees, and had me lick and suckle on his fat, throbbing cockhead without allowing me the shaft... and then, as I grew lustful and began to gobble and suckle on him, and the men on the next table laughed and cheered him on, he ordered over a woman who was their companion, paid her, and fucked her in long, luscious thrustings, spurting his cum into her pussy as I ached with jealousy and pain. Seeing me crying as he pleasured her, he asked her companion to expose his short fat cock, and sent me to service him with my mouth... yet even then he made me wait, and as the stranger began pumping gently and carefully into my face Edward ordered him off me. He was to fuck his girlfriend's face as she received my Edward's cum. I was so jealous, watching that small dark-haired girl receive two loads of semen as she moaned and cried and ached for him.
So, when he told me that the time had come at last, that I was to be enslaved to his cock, that his chauffeur Bert would collect me, I thanked him. 'Oh my master, I said, let me please you. I'll do anything.'
'Oh Lucy', he said, 'you will. Bert will bring you your clothes for the evening. You must do everything he says.'
Bert waited whilst I dressed, chatting about something that he has seen on TV. He seemed kind, I though. He watched me quietly, I could see his eyes on my pert tits and round white bottom as he watched me slip the silk dress, but I guessed he was too well trained – or perhaps to old – for lust. When I went to fetch panties, though, he stopped me.
'No underwear. Your master wants you ready for us.'
I should have noticed that 'us.' It didn't occur to me that I would soon be impaled on Bert's cock. Bert was about seventy, and a little overweight, with a small beard and a bald head. I wondered what he thought of his job. I had not expected the chauffeur driven car either. I asked where Edward was. 'Oh, he'll be coming shortly', said Bert, and off we drove.
Bert was chatting to me, friendly and kind, and I liked him. Soon we were outside London, and into the grounds of what appeared to be a stately home, and Bert was telling me about his grandchildren, who were at University. By the time we got there I was half dozing, but as we pulled up I stretched and woke. 'Oh my lord and master, oh Edward,' I whispered to myself, 'I want you so.'
Imagine then, my shock, when instead of letting me out of the car Bert came and got into the back with me, sliding his hand rapidly up my skirt and starting to probe my pussy lips.
"Oh my God, Bert. What are you doing...? 'I asked, shocked.
'Now dear, I think your master made it clear you should obey me...'
I looked at the chauffeur uncertainty as his fingers reached my wet pussy, and he pushed me gently down onto my front on the back seat of the cart. My dress was lifted aside, exposing my white buttocks and shaved, naked pussy, and I felt his fingers probe my cunt lips.
Shocked, I tried to crawl away but he gently thrust three fingers in as far as my hymen.
'Oh yeah, your cunt seems ready...'
'Oh God...,' I moaned, suddenly weak and the delicious feel of it. 'Bert. What are you doing... Edward wanted this...?'
And his fingers were fucking me, shallow and gentle, probing at the heart of me, this old man. He was smoothing my lips apart and feeling the dark, warm juices that had been building at the thought of my Lord and Master... 'just following orders dear, squeeze your cunt on my fingers baby ... tighter... yes, that's good... you like that don't you? I do love a littlre slut before dinner...'
"No, please...," I whispered, struggling against his plundering finger fuck, but his fingers now found my hot, swollen button and I began to shudder and struggle at the same time. He was prepping my clit with his expert fingers, preparing me as if for sport...
'Tighter, baby, tighten your pussy on Uncle Bert...'
I started to protest.
'No, no you mustn't, please Bert...' I struggled, 'I'm a virgin...Edward?'
