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The Village Slut

By: chrissyGil52



The sun woke me up. It squinted though the blinds and into my eyes. I stretched and rubbed the sleep out. The blankets felt good against my naked skin but a quick look at the clock told me it was past time to get up.

In the bathroom I looked in the mirror while washing my face. I was in my mid-thirties, five foot two inches tall and just a tad over one hundred and fifteen pounds. My hair was brown and long with curls and my eyes do deeply brown they were almost black. My breast showed no signs of sagging with age which pleased me. They were an ample thirty-six D. I smiled at my naked body and took a second to recall the last time I was fully dressed. It took me a moment t had been nearly two months, at my cousin's dinner party. I smiled again I hated being dressed.

In the kitchen I made coffee and took my cup out onto the patio. The sun was fully up over the mountains now. I was glad to be back in the Balkans, I had spent far too much time in America. My husband and I had come back last year, back here to the small village in the mountains between Albanian and Kosovar where we had grown up. What country where we in? That was hard to tell, our passports were stamped Albania but I was sure that somewhere in the hills we had crossed the border. Our village existed as a place out of time caught in some off centered universe. A universe ruled today as it had been since I was a child by my father.

Davot. He had a last name, which since I was married to his son, was also mine, but for him no one used it. When the communist had ruled both Albanian and Serbia, of which Kosovar, was then a part with an iron hand, Davot had ruled the communist.

Absently my hand stroked my full hairy pussy and as I drank the last of my coffee I traced my slit with my fingertip and smiled. It had been Davot who when I was younger provided me with protection, the same protection I now enjoyed once more. Protection which, since I so disliked wearing clothes I often needed.

The sun was warm and I had things to do. I put on my cloak. My husband teased that it was my red-riding hood cloak. It draped nicely over my shoulders and had a catch near the throat. There was also a hood which could be pulled up over my head either for damp rainy days or to keep the sun off. It was not so much red as a deep burgundy. 

I clasped it by my neck and flipped up the hood, holding it across my nude body with one hand I walked to the front door. It has rained yesterday and so I slipped on a pair of flip flops as I walked out. It is a half a mile from our home into town and the day allowed me to leisurely stroll down the hill to the village market. I crossed my fingers for a ride home as going back up the hill carrying groceries would be no fun.

I keep meaning to strap my cell phone to my arm but I never seem to recall.

You knew you were entering the village when the side walk appeared. That was a new addition since our return. When I had been a young girl here there was no sidewalk, barely a road. The village had also grown in size from around 800 or so when I was a child to nearly 1300 now. That was all thanks to Davot and the jobs he created here. 

I was barely thirty feet down the side walk when I spotted a couple coming towards me. They were young and had that clearly in love look on their faces. She seemed familiar, the contour of her face were thin and long more Kosovar then Albania but it seemed I knew her

"Good Morning Miss Christina" She said as she approached

Her voice told me who she was. "Oh my little Dara...you are Leda's baby sister?"

She smiled "Hardly a baby any more."

I look at her man who is eyeing me up and down. Dara smiles and nudges his arm "Go ahead ask"

"Would you open the cloak?' He says in a horse whisper

I smiled and did so allowing them both to see me. He became instantly hard

"Alba just moved here from Duress he is working for Mister Davot now. And clearly he has heard about you" Dara said with a grin.

I reached out and touched his hand "And what have you hear Alba?"

He did not know what to say. I was enjoying his shyness it was a rare thing for me in these parts.

"You have heard that with my fathers permission I go naked where I choose in the village?"

He nodded.

"And that with my husband's approval I am used and shared by any in the village who wish?"

Another nod.

"And that I have had sexual experiences that would make a whore blush?"

He gasped out a "yes."

I smiled and took a step toward Dara. I leaned in and she enclosed me in her arms. Her tongue slid lightly into my mouth and her hand wandered down across my bare tits and into my thick bush. Automatically I began to ride her hand as she cupped my pussy and slide a finger between the lips.

Dara broke the kiss and smiled at her man. "She wet. Want her?"

He did not know where to look. I took several steps past them and leaned against the side of a building. I took my cloak off and stood naked. He continued to be immobilized. I slid my finger up and down my wet slit and then placed it in my mouth sucking in.

He took two steps towards me then looked back. Dara shoved him and he stumbled close enough, I fell to my knees and in one swift motion unzipped and unbuckled him. I looked up into his eyes as I took his cock in my hand and stroked it.

"Very nice" I said. Then I lowered my head and licked his entire shaft before taking it all in my throat. I heard him moan and felt his hands clutch the back of my head automatically. He pushed me into his cock and began stroking my hair as I bobbed up and down on his shaft. He was ripe and ready to blow, within moments. It was nothing to be ashamed of, he was in a situation he had never encountered before. 

I took came up for air and said "I want to drink it all."

He moaned as I sucked as deeply as I could. He exploded I gulped gobs of his cum but a large amount still poured down my lips and chin.

I stayed on my knees for a moment as he spasmed the last drops. Then I stood and kissed him. His own juice mingling with our spit.

"Welcome to our village Alba" I said smiling.

He could only nod.

I walked over to Dara "Take him home and fuck his brains out."

She nodded and they walked off as I turned and continued into the village.

The Village Slut Ch. 02



I clutched my hooded cloak tighter around me as the wind blew down the sidewalk as I walked into town. It was not a very cold breeze but given that I wore nothing underneath the cloak it did send a chill on my nipples and across my damp wet pussy hair.

I spotted the little coffee shop owned by my brother and decided to pop in for a cup of Turkish Coffee before doing my shopping, that and to arrange a ride back up the hill to my home when I was done.

As always in the late morning the place was occupied by maybe ten men, most of them somewhat older than me though a few hovered around my mid-thirties age. The little bell on the door announced my arrival as I stepped in.

"Christina" Shouted my husband's younger brother Marco. He stepped from behind the counter and came over to me. 

He kissed my checks and smiled "May I take you cloak?"

I grinned. "If no one would mind". 

"I am sure they won't."

I allowed Marco to step behind me and remove my coat with a flourish. It is a statement on how often these men have seen me naked that most just picked up their heads and smiled before returning to their coffee.

"So what brings my favorite sister here this morning?" said Marco.

"The need for a cup of coffee." I answered with a smile. 

Marco took his index finger and slide it up my slit. "Nothing more?"

"Coffee first please?" I ask.

We walk over to the counter and I hop up on one of the stools near the expresso machine. Within minutes the Turkish coffee is in my hands

"So is my brother coming back tonight?"

"As far as I know."

Mario smiled. "Think he will mind me fucking his wife before her gets home?"

"Not at all."

I finished my coffee and hopped off the stool. 

"In the back?" I asked in what I thought to be a soft voice

"Out here let us all enjoy." one of the men at tables responds.

He is nearly my father's age and I smile at him seductively.

I walk over to the table right in front of his and lean over placing my hands on the tabletop.

"Is this close enough Mister Berere?"

He grins.

From behind I feel Mario press against me. He leaned in and lifted my hair and kissed my neck "Hello little sister"

I felt him unbuckle his pants and then with force he plunged into my already wet pussy. I gripped the table in front of me. I smiled at Mister Berere and several of the other men. I notice them all gathering around. I hear one of them say 

"Fuck her good Mario. She has always been a hot little slut."

Another adds "I first had her when she was like twenty years old, what a whore she is now."

Mario pushes his cock deep in my pussy and I moan at both his fucking and the words I am hearing.

Suddenly in front of my Mister Berere has taken his cock out and is inching it toward my face. I reached up with my hand and moved it greedily to my mouth. He is old and it tasted of pee but I sucked on it eagerly

"Going to wrap up fast little sister, there are others' Mario says.

I began to feel his pre cum leak into me then suddenly like a flood my husband's brother exploded his cum into my cunt. I sucked deeper on Mister Berere as I came for the first time myself.

Another cock presses against me but this one drills into my asshole. I let out a small scream as Mister Berere begins to leak in my mouth 

"Hello Christina, your ass has been mine to use since you were an eighteen year old High School Student has it not?"

I had not seen him come in but instinctively I grinded my ass into his cock. I stopped sucking on Mister Berere for a moment and said 

"Nardion, I did not know you were in the village."

I felt his thick cock pump in my butt hole as his hands reached around and grasped my breast. 

"Yes little slut I returned just last night. Davot asked me to come by and think how joyous my cock felt when you strolled in here."

People think that it began with Davot, that he trained me and molded me into what I now am, and on some level that it true. But it did not begin with Davot. It began with Nardion.

It was just three days after my eighteenth birthday. I was wrapping up my final year of High School. The village was too small in those days to have its own High School so the communist government shipped us to a larger area about an hour away

Back when I had been in second grade we were given a music test. Those of us who did well were assigned musical instruments. I was told I would be a flute player and so I became one and still play to this day.

When I got to the High School I was assigned Mister Nardion as my music teacher. He was from my home village. I was to have private lessons and also to play in an ensemble. Even as a kid I knew that Nardion was very connected politically and was great friends with Davot. I and all of his students were afraid of him

Anyway, one day I was at my private lessons and I was having trouble with my breathing. As some of you may know in order to play any wind instrument breathing is vital. Well Nardion yelled at me about my breathing and was really on my case. In an effort to correct me he made me stand in front of a mirror and watch myself breathe. I was still not getting the idea though.

He stood behind me and said.

"I can see why you cannot breathe. Look at that sweater you are wearing. It is too tight you cannot breathe in that. Take it off."

Of course I was startled. But I was also a good little communist girl and did what I was told. Was I embarrassed? You bet! But more for the fact that my bra was old and not in very good shape. Anyway I tried to play again and this time I could see my stomach fill with air as I played.

"Still not enough." Nardion Said.

Then from behind me he slid his hand around my waist and unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. 

"See if you can breathe now."

I tried to blow but now my nerves had kicked in and it was next to impossible

"Take the pants off." he demanded.

I hesitated for just a moment then put my flute down on a chair and slid out of my pants. I was really embarrassed now. We were poor, my panties were old, the band was worn and there was a hole in the back. I picked up the flute and tried once again to play.

"Put the flute down and just practice breathing." Nardion said harshly

I stood in front of the mirror in nothing but my underwear and practiced breathing.

Nardion stood behind me and reached up to my back and unhooked my bra. 

"Now watch your chest." he said as he dropped the bra to the floor.

His hand snaked around my waist. I could feel the moisture between my legs. It was a feeling that at that point I had only experienced once or twice before.

Then he said "You must see yourself to breathe. Take the panties off now."

I did what I was told and he stood behind me and began to slide his hands down between my burning thighs. He pressed his body against mine. I was breathing heavy and hot now for sure, and so was he. Within moments he had cum in his pants and I had spread my juice over his hand.

He picked up my flute and handed it to me, "Now play."

I played better than I ever had. I hit each note and made it soar. Standing there naked, except for my music, I played like I had never played before.

When I was done Nardion applauded and said 

"So, you must reach a climax to play so well...then that is what we shall do"

Then he leaned in and whispered. "Davot has seen that you have grown into a beautiful woman."

This was the first time I had ever been stripped and humiliated like that and as I got dressed and walked home I was so ashamed and yet I also knew that I really really wanted more.....I got a lot more really soon..

Mister Berbere finally exploded in my mouth and I swallowed down all of his cum. 

"Still a good little slut." said Nardion 

He continued to pump my ass. 

"I suppose so," I said as I ground my ass against him.

"From that very first day," he added.



The Village Slut Ch. 03



As Nardion removed his cock from my ass, I had to smile. I turned and kissed him remembering that day so long ago when as my teacher he had removed my clothes and started me down the path that I still walk. 

"I need to run little slut, but I will see you later.' He said zipping up his pants as he turned toward the door. I looked around the small café of our village, owned and operated by my brother and waited to see if anyone else was going to want a turn. Instead I heard my brother in law yell.

"Sister, Father says to grab a booth he wishes to speak with you."

I nodded and walked naked over to one of the booths near the back of the café. Despite my heavy breasts, and hairy pussy, and if I may say so myself attractive face and body being on full display none of the men would dare to stop me, even though on my occasion any and all of them had used and abused me in the past. Today my father was coming to speak to me. Davot was coming here and no one dared, even after all these years interfere with him

My brother brought a cup of coffee and a piece of baklava over to my table and I smiled. "Thanks." 

I started out the window waiting for Davot and recalling the first time I actually meet him.

It was the morning after Nardion had strip me at music rehearsal. I was waiting down the block from our home for the small van that would take me out of the village and to the larger town nearby for school. I was first on the corner that day likely because I had not slept much the night before thinking of what had happened. 

I was wearing a button down white blouse, a short plaid school girl skirt, sandals, bra and panties

Suddenly and seemingly out of nowhere a long car black car pulled up and the rear window rolled down.

"Would you like a lift to school this morning Christina?"

I gasped, it was Davot. I had never him but of course I knew who he was. Some small part of my brain said say no, but of course that was not an option, instead I mumbled a thank you and walked around to the other side, opened the door and climbed in.

I climbed in the car and Davot turned to me and offered his hand. "We have not been formally introduced. I am Davot."

I smiled no first name, no mister, all he needed was to say his last name and in our village 

I shook his hand. "Christina."

"I am aware of that dear, I suppose that Nardion has mentioned that I have been watching you?"

"Yes." I replied.

Davot tapped the window that separated the back seat from the front and the car pulled off.

"And you I suppose are wondering why?" He said softly.

I nodded.

"You are a bright intelligent girl Christina. Do you know what power is?"

"It is getting people to do what you want."

He grinned. "Exactly and how do you do that?"

I shook my head. "Money? Fear?"

"Yes. Yes" Davot replied. "Both, but power is also a matter of making people accept what may be unacceptable to them. Giving them no choice but to accept because you have spoken. This is why I have chosen you." He paused looked me up and down and then went on. "But before we speak of what I hope to use you for let me tell you the rewards. I have arranged for a position for your father in Tirinia, his salary will triple and he and your mother will be assigned an apartment far larger than the house you currently live in. This is my gift for your family, simple for you hearing me out. That is correct even if you refuse....reject my offer this has been arranged and will happen. For you, if you accept my offer, in four years, you will be sent to an American University and have both your undergraduate and graduate work paid for. After which you can return home or remain there, your choice."

I choked out my reply. "And in exchange?"

"In exchange we will turn this village on its ear."

Over the course of the next ten minutes Davot explained his plan to me and I made a choice that would forever turn my life upside down.

"So." I asked when he was finished. "How do we start?"

As if on cue I felt the car come to a stop, a glance out the window told me we were not at my school, instead we were in front of a small café, the same one I sit in as I write this, but which was then owned by an older man named Shehu who had gone to school with my father.

"Remove you skirt" Davot said to me.

I reached behind me and undid my zipper then slide it down over my ass. I handed to Davot who folded it and placed it on the seat.

"Are you talented enough to remove the bra without the blouse coming off?" He asked smiling

I obliged him showing him for the first time but not the last how talented I was.

I sat there in my white blouse which if I stood would barely cover my panties and said. "And now?"

He got out of his side of the car and came around opening my door. 

"And now we get coffee."

As I climbed out of the car Davot reached over to me and undid the three top buttons of my shirt and the bottom two, leaving only the two in the middle buttoned and exposing my panties with every step I took.

He motioned me to go on in ahead of him. I walked in the door of the café while he remained leaning against the car.

As soon as I stepped in every head turned. Then as now the place was almost always filled with men, that day there were more than a dozen, all of them a decade or more older than me. Behind the counter my father's school mate lifted his eyes. He hustled over to me as I walked toward the front of the shop.

"Christina are you alright, has something happened?" Mister Shehu said.

I smiled. "No, I just want a cup of coffee."

He shook his head. "Dear, you need to leave...or...or cover up...what would you father say?"

"I have clothes on Sir." I said.

He looked me up and down "You might as well not have." He stated flatly

"Would you like me not to?" I said playing in my head what Davot had described.

"What? No...Look Christina go home please."

He gripped me by the arm and started to lead me back to the door when Davot came in.

"Is there a problem here Constantine?" He asked Mister Shehu.

"No. No Sir" said the old man nervously "I was, this young lady, I was just asking her to leave."

"Why?" Davot said. "She is with me."

The room went silent. 

Finally slowly letting go of my arm Shehu said. "With you?"

"Yes."

"Oh, I did not know, let me show you a table." He yelled to the other man behind the counter. "Coffee and some of the ravenna for Mister Davot and Christina now."

There was no denying that everyone in the place was looking at me and there was no denying that I loved it. I tried to think what that made me but at the time I could not comprehend.

Mister Shehu came over with our coffee and cake, as he placed mine in front of me I saw him look down the open cleavage of my blouse. I smiled at him and he quickly turned his head. Davot caught his arm as he walked away.

"She is lovely is she not?" Davot asked loud enough for all to hear. 

Shehu stumbled a "Yes."

"Then why did you turn away?" Davot asked.

"I....I did not want to.....to offend" The old man answered.

Davot shook his head. "No...please...it is more offensive not to look. If she were a DiVinci would you turn away so as not to offend?"

The café owner shook his head.

Davot glanced around the room and waited as each man shook his head no.

"Then we should look and enjoy?" He said "Correct?"

He waited as the mummers of 'yes' and 'yes Mister Davot' went through the room.

Davot smiled at me and then at Shehu as he released the man's arm. 

"So look admire" He said laughing and then as the old man laughed as well Davot reached over and undid the last two buttons of my blouse. He moved the material apart with his hands and exposed my breast to my father's friend and to each man in the room.

"Lovely is she not?" said Davot.

Again the mummers of yes. I was frightened we were going faster than Davot had spelled out but even then there was something in him I trusted.

"Christina." He said to me, "Stand up and remove your blouse, let these good men enjoy the view."

Slowly I stood up and slide the blouse off my shoulders and draped it across the back of the chair. I watched the men as they stared at me and felt the moisture begin to grow between my legs.

"A woman this beautiful should never be afraid to show herself do you now all agree?"

The yes's were, louder this time, not a whisper but a roar. 

Davot motioned for me to take a step towards him. I did and with one swift tug he pulled my panties down to my ankles. I placed my hands on his shoulders as I stepped out of them.

"There that is better is it not?" He asked though I was not sure if he was asking me or them. Either way every one responded yes.

"Good good, now sit Christina enjoy your coffee and these men enjoy your beauty. I think that these fine men will be delighted if MY Christina ever want wishes to drink coffee in here again in all her splendor, Am I correct?"

Slowly Shehu nodded his head and then began to applaud. Soon the whole room was applauding and toasting me as I sat naked eating cake.