It is very difficult to be a Preacher's wife.
Sue thought of all the things she had to do in order to live up to her Ms. Goody Two Shoes image. She must always dress modestly, never wear anything suggestive or serve as a cause for comment. Never, ever flirt with a man, no matter how young or how old. Never wear red lipstick or eye shadow.
But, the thing she hated most was the ban on high heeled shoes. She loved wearing the high heels, the higher, the better. Her customary flats made her look a little too matronly and revealed the droop of her full ass cheeks a bit too visibly for her liking.
Besides, even the four inch heels added just the right height to her four foot, ten inch height to make her look suitably petite and not oddly short. With the heels on, she could brag that she was five foot, two and had eyes of blue, just like the song. The heels pulled up her droopy cheeks just right and they looked most attractive when encased in her favorite black, queen sized, petite, control-top pantyhose.
She knew her calves looked sexier. She could see it in the mirror. She liked the way her legs looked from behind as she bent over in her high heels. Sue thought that most men would think her ass quite fuck able when she was wearing the heels.
She definitely felt much sexier in a pair of high heels.
Today Sue stood with her husband, Pastor Tom, just inside the entry to their small Church. The parishioners filed past them, shaking Pastor Tom's hand and making pleasantries with Sue at his side. She smiled at the well dressed women, and nodded nicely to the bored looking men.
Most of the youngsters were safely tucked in the Bible School next door to the Church. When queried about their absence, Tom would reply,
"Bless them, their little minds need a lot of reinforcement and a lot of guidance."
Truth be known, Tom was always a little uncomfortable around children and had basically ignored his own four sons during their childhood. He had a deep-seated distrust of them and their nasty habit of asking unwelcome questions. He sighed and wondered to himself, what had ever happened to polite forbearance. The children of today were so selfish.
Mr. and Mrs. Edwards had reached the head of the line. Vivian Edwards monopolized Tom gripping his arm tightly and gushing about the social tea this afternoon. Her husband, Harry, sidled up close to Sue and cleverly turned her slightly. Her ass was now pointed discreetly into the blind corner behind them. His arm around her waist slipped down to cup her ass cheeks in a firm grip.
He politely inquired about the health and welfare of Sue's children. Well, actually grown up now. Sue had four sons, three in University and one graduating this month.
She spread her legs wider to allow Harry access into the ass crack of her pantyhose. His fingers sunk in with delicious ease.
"Thank you, so very much, Mr. Edwards. Mark and Luke are on the debating team now at State. My John is very much into drama classes at Stanford. My little Matthew graduates next weekend."
All the time she was talking, Harry's fingers pushed deep into her heated ass crack violating both her privacy and her dignity as a Preacher's Wife.
She loved every second of it.
Harry smiled politely into her grateful, sex-starved eyes.
"You and I must get together for lunch and discuss their opportunities. I own several companies and we are always looking for fresh blood."
Sue realized Harry was offering a quid pro quo
to her for access to her pussy and ass. She was not entirely turned off by either his offer or his naughty fingers.
"Call me anytime, Mr. Edwards, I will be pleased to do anything to help assure my Son's success."
There she had said it. They both knew she had committed to being a whore. Worse than a whore. A sex slave to help out her children. They looked into each others eyes and nodded acceptance of a deal not made in Heaven.
Harry's finger poked deeper into her ass crack to seal the deal. She could feel his fingers now on her throbbing pucker hole. Sue knew she needed it bad....right now. But this was not the time or the place.
She turned to the next in line, ignoring the pulsating waves of desire welling up inside her wet pussy. She felt her vaginal lips open slightly as her liquid pussy juice dampened her cotton lined pantyhose. When she followed Tom out the front door, she have to walk almost pigeon-toed to keep from rubbing her swollen pussy lips and her reddened pucker hole.
Two hours later, Tom left the house for the Church tea.
Sue had begged off, claiming a splitting headache.
A headache that even three large glasses of premium Merlot were unable to tame.
Her youngest Son, Matt, had departed for a movie with his insipid girl friend, Monica. She was certain he would be getting his cock pulled expertly in the dark movie theater. Monica pretended to be so innocent, but Sue was certain she knew a lot more than she let on.
Sue was all alone in a thirteen room house.
Some tears of self-pity splashed down into her unfinished glass of wine. In a determined spate of activity, she searched for her cell phone and dialed the number of her best friend and co-worker, Richard.
Brrrr....Brrr.....Brrr Three rings and no answer. Sue was about to close up her phone when she heard the click.
"Richard! It's Sue. What are you doing?"
A slight pause on the line. Sue's brow furrowed in agony.
"I was just getting ready to go to the paint store to get some paint mixed. Julie is on a painting kick again."
Julie was Richard's wife. She was an ordinary girl. Nice looking ass, but no boobs to speak of. Her only memorable feature was an irritating temper and a sharp, biting tongue to match.
Needless to say, Sue was not a fan!
"Richard, I need you!"
Silence on the line. Sue took a long sip of Merlot.
"I need you now. Right now. I have a problem and I just have to talk to you!"
"OK, I'll stop by your house in about ten minutes."
Quickly, Sue added,
"Richard, drive around the back, don't park in the driveway."
"Sure, see you soon."
Sue did not want a strange car in the driveway for her nosy neighbors to speculate about ad nausium. In the back of her mind, she also considered the fact that with no car in the driveway, her husband would drive straight through to the back yard. Something to give her added insurance in case he came home unexpectedly.
When Richard came in the back door, Sue was starting on her fourth glass of wine.
She looked out at the empty rear yard and poured Richard a glass of wine. She knew he liked it just as much as she did.
"Look at the sky. It is so Grey and dark. I think a storm is coming in. "
Richard moved in close behind her and peered out the window. Sue had already placed the step stool in front of the kitchen window and was standing on it when Richard entered the kitchen.
Her Summer dress was flimsy and very loose. Richard quickly lifted the short dress from behind raising it above her hips. He massaged the beautiful drooping globes of her panty hose covered ass cheeks.
Sue bent forward and closed her eyes.
"Take them down, Richard. Take my panty hose down. Make me do it. Fuck my ass hard. Please, do it to me."
Not needing more encouragement, Richard pulled her panty hose down. He took them down to below her cheeks. Her white ass above the black panty hose made an irresistible target.
Yes, she was right. The added eight inches of the stool put her ass directly at the same level as Richard's over-sized cock. She looked over her shoulder into Richard's eyes and softly pushed her ass back into his rock hard erection. She had to feel his hard cock between her ass cheeks right now. She was desperate to have his cock slide in between her cheeks and lodge in her pulsating anus. Sue reached behind her and pulled her ass cheeks as wide apart as she could stretch them. Her pucker hole was waiting for Richard's shaft.
Richard grabbed Sue's hips and pulled her hard against his throbbing cock. Sticky drops of pre-cum were already on his cock tip. He rimmed her brown eye and lubed her for his thrust.
Sue whimpered and held her ass cheeks open waiting for the onslaught.
"Richard! Stick your cock in my ass as deep as you can go. Don't be gentle. Do it hard. Make me take it all. Make me do it, Richard."
Richard's cock lodged tight in Sue's pulsating pucker hole. She pushed back at the same time he thrust forward. The result was that Richard's king sized cock of ten inches slid inside Sue's sparkling clean rectum and bounced off her inner wall.
Sue lost her breathe momentarily as her anal walls tightened around Richard's shaft. He fucked her hard.
She screamed out obscenities to an empty house. No husband or four young lusty boys to watch her take it deep up the ass.
Sue grunted and looked out the window, up at the sky. She felt the creamy cum start to flow.
"Oh my Sweet Lord! I've died and gone to heaven. Don't ever take it out, Richard. Fuck my ass hard. Hard as you can. Make me feel it. Make me give you all of my ass. It's all for you to do with as you want. Yes, like that fuck me hard. So very hard. My ass is yours."
Richard grabbed hold of Sue's ass cheeks and held them steady as he pumped his cock into her ass. When her whimpers turned to moans, he began to slap her ass cheeks as hard as he could. Sue was now yelling her sheer delight at the assault and the humiliation. Thank goodness to an empty house. One neighbor next door with particularly good hearing told his wife that the TV next door was much too loud. He was surprised that a Preacher's family would be watching such a violent show. The screaming and yelling was much too intense.
Sue now was reduced to muted grunts. Each time Richards cock hit her back wall gut, she grunted like an animal with a mortal injury. Then she felt her orgasm building. She also sensed Richards cum juice was ready to flow. The waves of pleasure deep inside her pussy were causing her to squirt right out on the kitchen floor. A floor that she had cleaned only this morning. It was no use. She could not stop it. She had to come now. Right now.l
"Ohhh. God. I'm cumming. Richard I have to cum right now."
No response from Richard. He was holding tight to Sue's ass cheeks. His face was so very red.
"Ahhhhh. It's there. Right there."
She felt the streams of creamy cum splash deep inside her. Her own pussy was sopping wet. She felt with her finger and the very touch made her explode. Her squirts of pussy juice covered the kitchen floor. Her bare feet were slipping in the slick cum and her own juice on the stool.
Sue could feel his cock vibrating and dancing deep inside her. She wanted it to stay in as long as possible.
"Thank you, Richard. I needed that so bad. Get back to your family before you are missed."
Richard pulled Sue's panty hose back up, stroked her ass cheeks with a tender touch, smoothed her flimsy dress and held her in his arms. She lifted her lips to his and they licked each others tongues. Richard started to get hard again, but knew there was no time.
"Sweet, Sweet Runaround Sue. I am here for you. I will be true when you are blue."
Richard was humming to himself as he turned out of the driveway. He didn't see Tom's car pull into the driveway after he departed. Tom was peering out of the car window trying to see who had been visiting his house.
Julie looked surprised when Richard explained how long it took to get the right color mixed. How slow the clerk was. How bad the traffic was.
He didn't see Julie sniff quizzically at the Merlot stains on his jacket sleeve, freshly spilled as he drove his cock straight up Sue's fully rounded lush ass hole.
The thought of Sue's ass made Richard realize that Julie had never been into that sort of thing. No, Missionary position only for Julie. Actually, she really didn't like to talk about such things. Things that she considered too dirty to discuss.
In retrospect, Richard could easily picture Julie as the Perfect Preacher's Wife.
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