The Lady and the Tramp Ch. 04

Suzie was a totally changed woman. At forty she was a prim and proper, helpful wife of a clergyman, and a sort of agony aunt for the community.

At forty one however, Suzie had become, if not cock hungry, at least very willing to take the generous amount of cock that came her way. Mostly Thursdays and Fridays, when Jason, her vicar husband, stayed in another of the three parishes he covered.

Just over two months ago, Ambrose, her husband's bishop, had entered her sex life and increased it quite a bit.

Today, Friday, Suzie was over at Ambrose' office, 'helping with the paper work' for the afternoon. As she entered the room Suzie was not surprised to see another friend of the bishop waiting there with him.

"Hello Suzie, my little sex object." Ambrose said by way of greeting.

"This is Martin, he works up at the diocese, and I owe him a favour, so..."

"Hello Martin, what can I do for you?" Suzie asked the short, rounded slightly balding man, who seemed to be of far eastern descent.

"For one thing," he replied in a superior tone and standing up, "you do not address me, you go through that door, strip off your clothes and await my pleasure. You are here to be used, not pleasured."

Ambrose kept a hefty sofa in a back office, originally for late nights etc. Suzie was soon naked, kneeling in front of the sofa, with three inches of martin's five inch meat stuck in her mouth. Martin was lifting her head up and down his shaft while leaning his head back with his eyes closed.

There was an extra buzz in her sex from being used, exploited, as an object rather than a person. Although Suzie had taken an instant personal dislike to Martin, it just added to the feeling and made it easier to to be an obedient play thing.

At Martin's instruction, Jason's lovely wife began to suck and lick the hairy balls and cock in front of her. She was now used to the quirks of the men she had allowed to use her, such as coming on her face and hair, on her breasts or in her mouth. Also, how some would treat her like along lost love, or, more often, like some kind of whore.

At least whore was a biblical word, and Mary Magdalene was supposedly one. It felt like her just desserts for betraying Jason with the local tramp, Jed.

A few minutes later and Suzie was face into the sofa with her pussy in the air for Martin to ram, with no finesse or thought for her, as it should be, until he shot his load inside her. Suzie had managed just the one cum, but was fully aware that it was not to be her last.

While Martin was enjoying Suzie, James, Ambrose' assistant, had returned from an errand and as soon as Martin had left, he was on top of Suzie, on the sofa with her legs wrapped around him. James was mid thirties, fit, and knew just how to get her going, speeding up, slowing down, going deep and then shallow. Suzie was now quite used to cheating on her husband, and enjoyed fucking with strangers or regulars, like James or Ambrose.

On her back with her eyes closed being fucked, that was so satisfying. A fire was building in her loins, heat spreading through her body as James used it for his pleasure. Visions of women throughout the centuries being taken by men they didn't know or like flashed in her mind and helped to build a huge orgasm that rattled her whole body.

The bishop came into the back office seconds later and smiled at the scene. James nodded at him and stopped fucking in order to put Suzie on her hands and knees, so Ambrose could feed her his cock while James fucked her doggy style. Suzie was now happy to suck and swallow, even though she never did it by choice.

The bishops cock was forcing its way into the blonde woman's throat but no longer caused her to gag, she handled such things like a pro these days. At the same time, the muscles of her now well used quim massaged the cock they encompassed, until James reached round and worried her clit, making her come, loudly.

Back inside her own mind, Suzie now worked hard on James, thrusting back onto him and squeezing until with a long moan, he let loose several streams of cum which began to leak out and run down Suzie's thigh.

Ambrose was soon behind his mistress and was in a mood to fuck her hard, causing her to grunt with each thrust as the powerful ex rugby player gave her his all. As Suzie moaned out an orgasm Ambrose said, "Go on Suze, let it rip, you love the cock. I should have begun fucking you years ago really, that Jason is wasting you, he ought to farm you out himself, you'd like that eh? You'd like that?"

In reply, Jason's wife let rip with another orgasm, accompanied by "Oh shit yes, oh yes, oh hell come in me Ambrose, bless me with your seed you bastard, fuck meeee..."

Just a couple of minutes later, Bishop Ambrose did just that, and added to the stream of stickiness running down her leg.

As a cleaned up Suzie walked out to her car, James asked the bishop, "Do you think she suspects yet? Surely she'll twig soon if not?"

"I don't know James, I don't know, but your right, it can't be long before the excrement makes firm contact with the rotary air circulation device. And then we shall have to be ready."

"Working on it boss, working on it." Said James.

The following Thursday, Jason had only just left when Suzie went into the cemetery looking for Jed. The brick outbuilding, about ten feet by eight with a wooden, felt covered roof, used to keep various tools in, was open. Jed must have got the key while Jason and Suzie were out front, saying good bye.

"Morning Jed." she greeted him, not being able to surprise him ever, he didn't flinch.

"Arr" Jed gave by way of a good morning. He was sharpening some shears at the work bench. "Want summet?"

"Well, as it happens..." she said, turning Jed round and undoing his belt buckle on the tatty jeans he had on.

Jed had been taken aback a few weeks ago when Suzie had first become more forward toward their sexual liaisons. Little things like moving into the position she wanted rather than having him control it all. He guessed she either had excepted her desire for his rough sex or, possibly, she was getting some elsewhere and was now a horny housewife. So long as he got his, Jed could not care less.

After sucking Jed to full hardness, Suzie had his lace less boots off, his jeans round his ankles and was telling him to lay down very quickly. Her loose blue pleated skirt was no problem as she straddled her big rough tramp lover and positioned their organs.

Even as she sank down over Jed's velvety rod, Suzie, know locally as 'The Lady' for her genteel demeanour, undid the buttons of her pale cream blouse, and lifted the cups of her bra above her breasts so Jed could maul them like he was kneading dough.

It took no time at all for the whole of Jed's length to be engulfed in a warm wet cave, and only minutes for the wife of the vicar to growl out a much needed orgasm while still riding her man like a rodeo rider rides a horse.

Jed thrust back at Suzie as she rode him, and helped her to two more strong orgasms. He wondered if she realised that the door was still open, and anyone headed to the back door of the vicarage would see them. They would possibly even be heard before that. But he cared very little, he knew many local men would be ' Well done mate, I would love to tap that, that's me boy, etc. ' And he would then move on, leaving Suzie and her ruined reputation behind him.

Standing, Suzie said to Jed, "Do me from behind Jed, hard." in an almost pleading voice.

As she held onto the bench, Jed held her hips and banged away at her with hard steady strokes. She let out an 'oof' like sound with each thrust and as Jed ploughed away at her, she came three more times, intensely, and Jed had to hold her up for the last minute so he could shoot his cum inside her while still standing.

Sated for now, 'Lady Suzie' left her tramp to recover ready for lunch time, and went indoors to clean off the white trail rolling down the inside of her thighs.

It was Sunday when the excrement and the fan got together. Jason turned up about half nine that night, looking very sheepish, and saying that they needed to talk, right away.

A large sherry in front of each of them, and Jason began his sorry tale.

Suzie was unsure if she should fume, exploded, cry, laugh or strangle her husband. Yes, she was a scarlet woman, a slut if you like, but it was all hidden. Jason, the country vicar, had been having a fourteen month affair with a member of the house of commons, and the MPs wife had found out.

And gone to the papers.

James had come up trumps. By Monday afternoon Suzie and Jason were on their way to Farnham castle in Surrey, for a quick cultural course before going out to Africa, to a small country where, through choice, many still live in thatched mud built buildings, following a more traditional life.

It was all a bit quick which overall was good. Suzie had been able to confess her sins to Jason, naming only Jed, and then only after they had reached Farnham. Jason had been unable to make much of a case against his wife as of course, he was the one in the papers. Ambrose and James were congratulated by the church for their quick handling of the problem.

The MP resigned.

Khalfan was most helpful, as the eldest son of the village leader, he was ideally placed to help Jason and Suzie settle in. The mission and aid centre were not much, but did have some sort of comms with the outside world, a generator and reasonable comfort for Jason and his wife.

Four Nigerian aid workers travelled around the country, spending a few nights now and then at the centre, and two locals tended to any patients kept in while they were ill. Jason and Sampson, another local, helped run the religious side of things, maintaining at least an interest in Christianity in the area, while also trying to expand on it. Sampson was a very sprightly sixty five, and very useful.

Three weeks in and Jason was off on a three night trip to other villages where Sampson would introduce him, Suzie was holding the fort as first aider and admin boss.

Khalfan was one of the many men to keep the traditional dress of leather bound feet, loose breach clout, (Tarzan style) sometimes combined with a t-shirt. This night he was in loose track suit style shorts for a change, and his foot covers. He had just topped up the generator which not only kept lights and comms going, it also powered the fridges for medicines etc.

Suzie met him in the kitchen, a small space with two small counters and two sinks, plus the usual odds and ends. She was going to make coffee.

Khalfan looked her in the eye, his seven inch hight advantage made him look imposing sometimes, along with his solid, muscular dark drown torso. Suzie met his look, not at all nervous of the big native.

Fire burst into life in her loins and her sex dampened as they locked gazes, practically reading each others minds. Her nipples hardened, her mouth dried and her blood heated up, she knew what she wanted, and she believed the muscular brown hunk wanted to give it to her. She had been on the wagon for long enough.

Certain memories flashed by as Khalfan yanked down Suzie's cut down jeans and panties. Perched on one of the work counters Suzie kissed back hard as her white blouse, tied in the middle, was pulled aside and sighed as Khalfan lowered his head to bury it between her thighs. Seventy eight seconds later Suzie came for the first time since leaving England.

Kahlfan soon had his enormous cock pounding away at Suzie like a battering ram. Bigger than anything she had ever seen before, she was in her own little corner of heaven, even though she knew she would never go there come judgement day.

Three huge orgasms later and Suzie felt herself lifted off the counter and carried to the wooden floor.

Panting as she spoke she said, "Oh God yes fuck me you beautiful man you, give it to me hard."

The powerful twenty nine year old did just that, and, in the accented English spoken locally said between thrusts, "Nothing like white pussy for a man to fuck. I have two brothers who will enjoy you as well, and my father also. You will be our white fuck for as long as you are here, you will enjoy this!

"Oh hell yes Khalfan, I definitely will!" she agreed heartily. Surely now, it was her that was the tramp.