In a remote part of Home Farm Estate, the owner Declan Macey was collecting his rent from the estranged wife of the ex- vicar, Laurel Thomas.
They were in the front seat of the estate's 4X4 and Declan had his tongue gently lapping the smooth skin of Laurel's neck as his hand caressed her naked breast.
Laurel was short of money and Declan had suggested that she should pay the rent "in kind" so for three months they had climbed into the 4X4 driven to this secluded spot and had sex.
Declan had a very active sex life with his live in lover, Katie Sugden, but the sessions with a very frustrated Laurel were a bonus.
Since her split with her husband and the brief lesbian experiment with Nicola King, her best friend, Laurel had been starved of physical sex and was beginning to enjoy the illicit meetings with her landlord.
On their second encounter, Declan had asked Laurel if next time she could wear stockings and a suspender belt, something she had not done since her teenage years. Now she felt a thrill as Declan's hand ran across the smooth nylon up her leg and then began to caress the soft skin of her upper thigh.
As he did so, he moved his mouth from her neck and kissed her long and deep, his tongue finding hers and they began a sort of dance of passion with wet flailing tongues.
Declan's hand reached the damp fabric of her panties and pulled them aside effortlessly sliding a finger into her wet, welcoming pussy.
Laurel moaned lowly and simply said, "Oh yes" as his fingers probed the soft flesh inside her.
Declan lifted her right leg over his shoulder and eased himself down between her thighs. Holding back her panties, he quickly begins to suck on her puckered lips, thrusting his tongue inside her, his hand tweaking a nipple already hard in anticipation of the passion she knows is coming soon.
Laurel was feeling completely wanton, here she was her legs wide apart on the front seat of her landlord's car with him sucking her pussy and bringing her close to the orgasm that she knew was to follow his expert attention to her most sensitive areas.
Laurel's orgasm was one of the most enjoyable for ages; she came long and hard, filling Declan's mouth with the resulting fluid dripping between her lips.
Declan transferred some of her fluid onto her breasts and then her lips as he traced his tongue up her body.
Declan was wearing a suit, as he was supposed to be in a meeting. Laurel tugged at the belt on his trousers and as Declan sank back into the seat, unzipped his fly and reaching inside his shorts, lifted out his cock and began to stroke.
Laurel swung her body round, her arse pressing into the vehicles window she lowered her lips onto Declan's erect penis. Licking at the bulbous head her tongue lapping around the flesh as her hand continued on it's up and down motion on the rest of his now fully erect cock.
Laurel deep throated him, something he particularly loved her doing. Then her hand holding him, she licked down the length and took both of his tight balls into her mouth in turn. Then licking back up the shaft again took his full length deep into her mouth.
Laurel had discovered that Declan liked dirty talk while she licked him and so began.
"What's it feel like, a vicar's wife sucking your cock?"
Declan, in a state of pure pleasure could only mumble an incomprehensible reply.
"I bet that little bitch Katie, doesn't give as good head as I do, does' she?" Laurel continued, knowing she was sending her landlord crazy. "I bet she doesn't wear suspenders for you, to prim and proper, not little Miss Sunshine. You need a real woman to satisfy you, not some little tart from the village. I bet you wish the rent was due weekly, not monthly, then you could fuck me more often, you would like that wouldn't you?"
Mentally Declan disagreed with most of what Laurel was saying, Katie was very adventurous in her sexual favours, but the words coming from the mouth, now sucking on his cock again, were a turn on and he could only beg for more.
As Laurel continued to inflict the most exquisite pleasure, Declan again pulled aside her pink panties and inserted a finger into Laurel's soaking pussy. A second finger soon joined in and the Irishman began to finger fuck the woman, while she continued to suck hungrily on his now rock hard flesh.
Reluctantly, Declan lifted Laurel's head from his groin and said "Tree time."
Laurel said, "Good, my favourite" and reaching behind her opened the door and began to back out of the vehicle, but not before planting a sloppy wet kiss right on the head of Declan's still rock hard cock.
Meanwhile back at Home Farm, Katie has just stepped out of the shower and after drying herself slipped into a silk robe and began ironing the white blouse she intended wearing to the meeting with Declan's sister Megan at lunchtime in The Woolpack.
She phoned Declan on his mobile, but it went straight to voicemail. "He must be busy," she said to herself.
Declan was certainly otherwise engaged.
Laurel, now naked from the waist up was leaning against a tree, her skirt was bunched around her waist as a still fully dressed Declan, fucked her furiously from behind.
His hands alternated between cupping her breasts and smoothly running over the skin between her stocking tops and the twin cheeks of her arse, between which his rampant cock was still pumping.
Laurel, although hating herself for having to resort to sex to pay the rent, loved every minute of Declan forcing himself onto her. Ashley had been a kind and gentle lover, but the sheer animal magnetism of the millionaire business man was such a turn on.
As Declan started to come, Laurel quickly dropped to her knees and cupping his balls with one hand she
Began to rub vigorously with the other, until his load was splashing over her face. As he began to go limp, she took him into her mouth and sucked the last dredges of his cum.
Declan casually did up his zip, pulled out his mobile and within seconds was making business calls, while Laurel was smoothing down her skirt and replacing her bra she thought "Cold hearted bastard" then added, "But what a fuck."
Back at Home Farm, Katie was making final arrangements with Megan for lunch when Declan came in through the kitchen door. Although he had been making love to Laurel only half hour before, the sight of his young lover in the silk robe inflamed him.
He reached out and pulled Katie towards him, then turning her round slipped the silk from her and cupped her taut young breasts in each hand, his mouth finding the exact spot on her neck that he knew drove her crazy.
His hand slid down and a finger entered her. He took the finger and sucked off the moisture he had extracted.
Declan then released the knot holding the robe, which fell to the floor. Leaving Katie standing naked in front of him. A gentle pressure on her shoulder told her what he wanted next as she sank to her knees.
Quickly undoing his fly, she eagerly began sucking on his cock. It was something she loved doing especially with a man as well-endowed as Declan.
As Katie continued to suck him, Declan wondered if she could taste Laurel's pussy juice on the cock, which only 30 or so minutes ago was deep inside the vicar's ex-wife.
Declan's trousers fell around his ankles and after kicking off his shoe's he stepped out of them. Katie continued to suck him as he stripped off his jacket, shirt and tie.
Katie was covering every square inch of his cock with her mouth, tongue and lips until she looked up at him and said simply, "Fuck me."
Katie stood and then climbed onto the marble worktop, the cold material sending shivers across the skin of her arse. She spread her legs and reaching down pulled aside the outer lips of her pussy and waited for the moment of pure joy when her lover entered her.
