The Village Pt 01

The Village Part 1

It had been a week since Louise had escaped the wedding party with John collecting her, she had expected some wrath from Nicolai. However, what she had received instead was a reality check, she read the email he had sent again, as John refilled her coffee.

It simply read; Louise thank you for your service, all good things must come to an end and with your exit from the wedding party and disappointing behaviour, I am letting you go. All whores have their time and yours was exceptional, I am sure your husband will enjoy the enclosed link, a parting gift.

"Anything we should be concerned about?" He asked noting her slightly despondent look.

"Not really, I am just surprised by the abrupt message, and I thought he would seek some kind of punishment for leaving his client."

"You forget just how much money you have made him and how much risk you took helping him, you owe him nothing, as exciting as it all was, I am glad it's over." He replied.

"He has sent some link that he says is for you."

John leaned forward and hovered over the link without clicking it, before copying it and pasting it into a secure sandbox area to test it for any virus or trojan application. It appeared fine so he clicked it, the link lead to a transfer link for a series of large file size folders, he read through the names as he began the transfers.

He realised rapidly what they had been sent: Louise interview, Louise first punters, Louise full gangbang, Louise Hotel, Louise Lodge and so it went on. It was clear the crimson rooms were full of cameras and Nicolai had documented all Lousie's exploits and even her visit to the Lodge, there were huge high-quality video files and even still images from her first interview. On one hand John was angry at Nicolai, on the other he could feel his arousal at now having a complete copy of his wife's debasement in absolute detail.

Louise spoke as she watched him looking through the files, "please keep those very safe."

"I will, do not worry these shall be encrypted and hidden for private review!"

"So, what now?"

With a wry smile he spoke. "Well, I think it's time we went and had a look at something."

Noting his expression, she felt more positive, "what have you done?"

"We have 3 houses to view today so we better get a move on!"

Louise quickly changed and by 11am they were on the road, John would not tell her where they were heading, but as they drove, she noted the countryside was beautiful and they were already over an hour from their current home.

John checked his satnav and pulled into a small entrance, heading up a quiet road tall hedges on either side he parked up just outside a tarmacked entrance. With a grin he jumped out and opened the door for Louise, a middle-aged woman had appeared just inside the entrance at the sound of their car.

After quick introductions the estate agent Mary led them around the property, it had looked promising at first, but John rapidly realised this one was not going to work, the garden was tiny, and the kitchen badly designed with an island crammed into it. They made some polite noises and after being shown all the rooms made a swift exit.

Louise laughed as they drove away. "Poor Mary she really was desperate to sell that, but the rooms where tiny and calling a 5 bed when 2 of the rooms were small even for a child was a joke."

John agreed, "the rooms looked huge on the website, they must have used wide angle cameras, such a waste of time, let's hope the next is better."

Twenty minutes later they turned off the main road and downhill following a steep winding road that the shape of long curved valley and entered a small village. Louise read Compton Bassett, as John began to slow down, just off the road he pulled into a layby and turned off the engine. They were outside a set of tall wooden gates flanked by a huge mature hedge on either side, they left the car, and John turned the latch on the gate and held it open for Louise.

This house was a world apart from the last, as they stepped through the gate Louise noted the long-raised gravel drive, a sunken formal lawn sat to their left and another hedge flanked the right side of the drive. They could just see over it to another house peeking through a series of trees and bushes, as they walked up the drive the estate agent appeared and welcomed them.

Louise felt excitement as they toured the house, it was out of date in terms of its decoration, but the rooms were huge, well designed and in addition to the good size lawn at the front there were two further outbuildings. She was sure John was already thinking of converting one into a playroom as he took in its size and wide beams. There were further surprises as behind the house was a further acre of garden with mature beech trees and bushes, shielded from any neighbours with a thick dense series of laurel hedges along each side.

The place was amazing and only 10 minutes to the nearest large town, yet the house was very much a classic country village. Edward the estate agent was prattling on about the village community and how welcoming it was to everyone and how the neighbours were all lovely. Standard patter thought John, though his research into the village had seemed to show a strong community low crime rates and a reasonable population of villagers getting involved in multiple clubs and activities. He just hoped they were not too many busy bodies if they did move here, and he thought the probability was high, Louise was clearly loving the place.

They completed the viewing and told Edward they would be in touch before heading back to the car. "What do you think?" He asked.

"I love it, let's make an offer." She replied.

"I agree it's everything we want, and we can stamp our own style on it, but shall we view the next one?"

"Do we have to?"

"We probably should, after all it might be even better." It was not, it was another odd house with rooms far smaller than advertised and a busy road that could be heard throughout the viewing.

They left the house and John spoke, "shall we make an offer on the second one?"

"Yes, let's do it." Louise listened as John called the agents and discussed the house and then made an offer. The call finished and the wait began, an hour later and the agent called, the offer had not been accepted, John did not want to get into a long back and forth so told them a further figure and made it clear this was a final offer.

A further hour's wait and finally the agent responded with the news they wanted; the house was theirs subject to successful contracts exchange. The next 2 weeks were a whirlwind with tedious legalities completed and the sale of their current property also finalised to a buyer without a chain.

Finally, the move day arrived, the movers they had collected all their furniture and had already got on the road by the early morning. Louise was incredibly excited, and the weather was good so in a frisky mood she was wearing a noticeably short skirt, strappy heels and near sheer top. John had collected the keys from the agents, and they were now driving up their own drive for the very first time. John caught two of the movers ogling his wife as she bent over to lift a box and giving them a good flash of her bottom, revealing no thong.

Only just arrived and causing trouble already he thought. John walked around the house and located the electric and water meter and took all the readings to ensure they did not get any additional bills from the prior owner. John's phone pinged, checking his messages a final surprise he had arranged for Louise had just been confirmed in a text message.

He went looking for Louise and found her directing two movers where to place various items of furniture, as he approached, he could see the older of the two actively staring at her tits as she spoke to him, with no bra her nipples with obvious piercings were quite prominent, and the sheer top was now showing an obvious outline of her breasts. She always liked to tease he thought, "I have to drop out as need to pick something up, I shall be about an hour, are you ok here."

Louise turned and spoke, her tits really were very clear now, no wonder the men where enjoying the view. "Yes, no problem, try not to be too long." She blew him a kiss as he nodded and headed out.

Louise turned back to the two movers as John headed downstairs, pausing to let the third mover a large man in his forty's pass him as he carried a large corner light upstairs. John headed to his car, key in the address he needed to get to and noted it said 40 minutes for the journey duration, he would be longer than an hour he realised, still Louise would be busy enough he was sure as the two removal lorries were still both half full.

Louise heard John's car leave as the movers started to unwrap the bubble wrap from around their bed frame. The bed frame had been customer made for them of mature dark oak with four heavy post and a series of smooth natural edges, invisible to anyone seeing the bed were a series of metal rings set into the inside of each of the posts. However, as the movers rebuilt the bed the rings were clear, as Louise positioned the tall corner light, the men put the bed together.

She listened to them talk as she moved the light. "What's this for then Miss?" The older man spoke, as he spoke, he continued to look Louise up and down, not attempting to hide his lecherous gaze. He was around late fifties Louise guessed and wore a scruffy pair of tired and stained dark jeans, with a faded T-shirt that stretched over a large gut, framed by a pair of huge, tattooed arms. His head was shaven, and he had a series of tattoos that snaked up his thick neck, he was the senior team member, the foreman of the movers.

One of the men looked like him and she suspected they were related, though he looked to only be in his early thirties but had yet to develop a gut he was also shaven headed and wore a smirk on his face at the older man's comment. The last man looked to be in his late fifties, he was tall and wiry and had a sly look about him, if he were on his own, she would not have felt safe with him.

She thought the foreman had a large chip on his shoulder from some of the comments she had overheard earlier when he thought he was out of earshot. Comments about posh totty and what a stuck-up village this was and similar, she had met men like him before they were usually all talk, but she was not so sure with this one he seemed quite emboldened, especially now that John was out of the house and his work mates were with him.

"Er I don't know they must be for maybe tying the mattress to." She replied flustered at his comment and despite trying to bluff her way out of the question she felt her face flush with heat and her nipples harden.

The foreman spoke again, clearly confident in his position now as the two other men noted a change in the atmosphere, they continued to put the bed frame together and smirked at each other as they listened to his comments. In a thick gravelled accent that oozed confidence the foreman spoke. "Oh, I don't think it's for tying down a mattress, is it?" Lousie said nothing she felt tension in the air, this man was testing her and her submissive nature stopped her from challenging him.

"No, I think we both know what these rings are for, don't we miss?" He continued knowing from her face she was not going to respond as he had caught her. "This is a bondage bed isn't it; do you like to get tied up on this bed? Maybe spread eagled and exposed for your husband to fuck you?" Louise said nothing as the three men watched her intently, her nipples were now fully engorged and throbbing, the pierced rings outlined and pushing prominently through the sheer top she wore.

She had thought she might have a little fun teasing the movers today with her choice of clothing but now she realised her arousal was completely visible to them and it gave them the advantage. They could see the challenging comments were arousing her, and it was undeniable, though she did not find these men attractive in any traditional sense she was turned on by their dominance, her vulnerability and the line of questioning though humiliating was turning her one, she felt her pussy was now soaked with her wetness.

The foreman's confidence grew at her obvious arousal. "I have been in the removals game long enough to know when something does not add up. I reckon your husband likes showing you off, maybe he likes seeing you fucked is that it." Louise said nothing. The foreman continued "Yes that's it lads, she's what's known as a hot wife, dresses all sexy and likes to get men all hot and bothered, every once in a while gets her knickers off and opens her legs for them."

Louise felt like she was stuck to the floor, unable to move, she had not expected this line of questioning and found herself unconsciously nodding. "Hmm that's what I thought when we pulled up, I said Brian you know what that's a hot little slut that likes to tease men, isn't that right miss?" She nodded again as the men moved in around her, they had finished constructing the bed and had thrown the bare mattress on top of it.

The wiry man spoke, now gaining his own confidence, his voice was sly and matched his features, creepy and lecherous. "Not much point wearing that top is their boss, been showing us her tits all morning, perhaps it needs to come off?" Louise said nothing she could not believe this.

"Yeah, about time those came out, take it off boys." The younger man was hesitant for a second as if he knew they were crossing a line beyond just the lewd questioning. "Get on with it." the foreman spoke.

Louise felt herself lift her arms for the two men as they pulled her flimsy top up over her chest and head, sliding it over her arms before she placed them back by her sides. Her heart now beating, these men had total control over her. The foreman licked his lips, as he rubbed his stubbled chin with his hand as if appraising an animal ay the market or considering what he would do with a fine joint of meat.

"Very nice, very nice indeed." He continued to appraise her as he stepped forward and ran his large, calloused hands over her smooth breasts, his touch arousing her further as he ran his fingers over her nipples and pulled on her piercings. Louise moaned as he pulled on them, looking into his eyes as he watched her intently, he knew he could do anything he wanted to her now.

A large bulge was now clear in the foreman jeans as his erection awkwardly tented the material out towards her. "Take your skirt of slut." There was no question in his voice, this was a clear order, and she noted he had dropped calling her miss, there was no deference to her now.

She felt behind her undid the small clasp at her waist and pulled the zip down that held her skirt together, the sound of the zip was clear as the men said nothing, watching intently as the material slipped over her hips to the floor and pooled around her heels. She stepped away from the skirt and stood legs slightly parted among the men, she was now dripping with her arousal heavy on her swollen lips, as the three men began to grope her.

"Fucking shaved bare and a pierced cunt too what a fucking whore, jackpot lads." The men hungrily surrounded her. She moaned again as more rough hands grabbed at her, gripping her ass, squeezing each cheek of her bottom in turn, fingers pushing between her legs and thrusting inside her cunt, stroking at her pussy piercing. Whilst other hands gripped her breasts and pinched her nipples, these men where exploring her body and going wherever they wanted; she offered no resistance only gasping as they played with her. As they pushed into her, she felt hot hard erections pushing through their clothes, hot against her bottom and thighs.

"What a fucking slut, see how tight she is Mick." The foreman spoke to the wiry man. "I knew she wasn't wearing any knickers when we pulled up, these kinds of middleclass sluts just love a bit of rough, don't you?" Louise nodded submissively. As the wiry man began to finger her, he commented to his boss "She is fucking so tight, this is going to be good," The foreman grunted in satisfied response at the confirmation of her tight pussy.

"Get on your knees then cunt, and suck my cock, it's about time I used that cock hungry little mouth of yours." Louise dropped to her knees as she came to eye level with the foreman's dirty jeans, she saw him unzip and release the top button, his paunch hung forward and thick gnarled cock sprung up to her face. His cock was dark purple and engorged, a heavy vein throbbed up its side and as he released it, she reached up to grip it she realised it was too thick for her to encircle in her grip; he was very well hung.

She leaned forward and ran her tongue up the underside of his cock, leaving a fine trail of saliva across his skin until she came to the slit at the head of his cock, a stream of precum already streaming from his arousal. She lapped at the head before sucking him clean, tasting some bitterness and sweat as her tongue ran under the base of his cockhead. She repeated a steady sucking motion bobbing her head up and down, taking more of his thick cock inside her mouth as she worked at him. She was now cock drunk and would let these men use her however they wanted.

As she continued to suck at the thick cock, she became aware of two more erections in her line of sight, each getting closer to her face. "That's it cunt, keep sucking." Jim get in here; she can suck your old dad off while she wanks you off." Louise realised she was now sucking a father and wanking off his son; as she gripped the younger man in her right hand and began to wank him, his groans of pleasure became louder as she pulled and pushed at his foreskin. Like his father he was well hung and sported a decent sized cock, with heavy balls loaded with cum for her.

The younger man was thrusting his hips forward now and as Louise gasped for breath, she felt her head turned towards his cock, she guided his cock into mouth and tasted his arousal, pre cum running across her lips as the engorged prick pushed her lips apart.

She alternated between sucking the father and son off, a part of her revelling in the depravity of the situation. The wiry man was now crouched behind her, he had also freed his cock, but instead of seeking a blow job or hand job, he was wanking himself as he used his left hand to grope between her legs. His long fingers slick with her juices were exploring her pussy, she felt him close behind her as his hand rhythmically fucked her, first two fingers then three and then finally all four sawing into her sopping pussy, targeting her G-Spot and teasing her closer to an orgasm.

Louise felt the foreman pull back from her as she was about to take him into her mouth once more. "Fucking hell, she has a mouth on her, what a good little slut, anymore and I will shoot my load over her face, and I want to leave something in your pussy for your husband."

"That my son is a slut that knows how to service a man, right cunt lets have you on the bed." With that he pulled her up by an arm and pushed her towards the bed, she fell onto the bed rolling onto her back. She was incredibly horny as she looked up at the three men, each with a massive erection and found her hand slide down between her legs, the men now undressing as she frigged at her pussy, showing them everything. Running her fingers between her lips she spread herself for the rough men to enjoy, before slowly rubbing and teasing her engorged clitoris.

The men watched her as they removed their clothes, the foreman now fully stripped was a huge man, his gut hung out with thick grey hair across his chest, he had broad shoulders and short heavily muscled neck, his whole body was heavily tattooed, even his thick thighs bore tribal tattoos. Louise saw his cock clearly now as he moved onto the bed, it was thick with curve along its length, a slight bend to the right.