0 comments/ 16512 views/ 0 favorites Susan and the Don By: *Snatch Susan Sutter had a mind of her own. She was the wife of a successful lawyer, mother of two college students and heiress to a fortune. She loved John, her husband, but her hungar for sex was more then he alone could handle. Of course she was careful not to cause talk concerning her "adventures in sex," which would be terrible for her family, but she pursued sex like some would fame and fortune, with a passion. Susan was especially fond of role-playing when it came to sexual encounters with her husband and other sometimes other men. In all honesty, she had been with few, other then John. She found it to be very exciting and almost as if it were someone else preforming the very act and she was only watching. This made it possible for her to not feel guilty about cheating on John. The sex within her marriage was very good, but she needed more. John wasn't certain of Susan's faithfulness, but he had no desire to catch her cheating, so he ignored those moments that were questionable. "I love my husband and I love being married to him," Susan would think, "But I love fucking even more!" she would shamelessly ended that train of thought. Susan also loved her horses and could often be found riding in the fields and forests around her home. She was in the process of moving the horse's stables and had barely missed being 'caught in the act' by John one afternoon. Knowing John would never willingly visit the stables, Susan wasn't worried about him suddenly appearing there. She had two young men helping her ready the stables for the move that would be happening soon. Watching the two young studs at work soon was feeling very horny. Throwing caution to the wind, she began to flirt with the boys. She felt hot from their hard labor and from watching the young men work. She decided to tie her shirt up, exposing her taunt stomach and after undoing a couple of buttons, the swell of her breasts. Susan's skin was lightly tanned and had freckles sprinkled across her shoulders. Taking a break from the work, she climbed the ladder to the loft above where the bales of hay were stored. "Hey guys, take a break." she called down to the two young men below... "come on up, I've got refreshments" she added with a sly grin. Ashton and Terry looked up at the pretty redhead above them, then at each other. Terry shrugged his shoulders and started up the ladder, Ashton followed his friend after a moments hesitation. Susan was waiting with a bottle of wine and sandwiches she'd taken from a basket she'd put in the loft earlier. They got comfortable on the piles of loose straw and sat eating in silence. Susan finished her sandwich and lay back on the straw. "Oh my, this is comfortable" she said, closing her eyes. She could still see both young men through her eyelashes, watching her closely. Susan let one hand move in a lazy circle across her belly. One finger moved to her zipper.. "I'm stuffed" she said as she unzipped her levi's and let them fall open. Terry had worked for Mrs. Sutter in the past and remembered how she liked to flirt and play little games. Role Play was her thing he recalled. He grinned at his friend and said, making his voice deeper. "Well, well, well.. what have we here? It appears we have an escaped slave sleeping her lazy ass off in the hayloft!" Susan sat up quickly, a look of fear and surprise on her face. Terry stood with his hands on his hips looking down at the woman. "You will have to be punished miss," he growled at her. Ashton caught on and joined Terry. He stood next to his friend, frowning at Susan and said, "Yep, a lazy slave is a no-good slave," adding "Let's punish the bitch good." Susan's head hung down and her hands clutched at the tail of his shirt as she pled for mercy. "Oh master please don't be angry at me! I deserve punishment for sleeping here like a lazy thing but don't be angry!" "Lawd it's damn hot up here," Terry said next. "Give me your blouse woman, I need to wipe the sweat from my brow." Ashton raised his eyebrows and looked over at Terry, wondering if she would actually give up her shirt. When he looked back at Susan she had already removed her top and was holding it towards Terry, her head still bowed. "Damn," he said under his breath, his grin growing wider. He liked this game. "I think she should be given a whipping for her laziness," Ashton said, then added, "and she should be completely naked." He was amazed to see Susan start removing her bra and then her pants. "That's right you little slut, get those garments off and get on your knees." Terry spoke gruffly, moving closer to her. Ashton could feel his cock growing hard as he watch Susan's nipples stand out in the warm air. He wondered if she was wet and walked around behind her to find out. "Wait," Terry said to his buddy. "Take my cock out of my pants," he demanded of Susan. As soon as it was free he pushed her head down on it. "Suck it bitch." Susan obeyed his demand. Susan's heart was pounding with excitement as her lips opened to engulf the head of Terry's cock. "mmmmmmmmmm," she mumbled as he thrust it down her throat. Terry looked across Susan to Ashton and grinned then nodded his head, giving his friend to 'go ahead.' Ashton rubbed the head of his hard member across Susan's pussy. It was dripping wet. He slid his cock into her with little effort. "Ahhhhhh," he groaned, pushing his hard dick as far into the redhead's cunt as possible. Susan wiggled her ass and continued sucking Terry's cock with gusto. Terry grabbed Susan's hair and held her still for a couple of minutes. He felt his cum pushing upward, ready to gush at any moment. "Let's get more comfortable," he suggested, moving towards a pile of straw, pulling Susan with him, causing Ashton's dick to plop out of her. Terry lay on his back and pulled Susan to his waiting prick, this time having her straddle him so she could lower herself onto it. Ashton watched for a few minutes then pushed Susan down on Terry's chest and rubbed his throbbing cock against her asshole. Susan felt alarm and started to protest but Terry quickly filled her mouth with his probbing tongue and held her tightly against him. She felt Ashton spread her ass cheeks and push a little harder at her backdoor. Susan had never had anal sex and was afraid of the damage it might do. Again she tried to protest but the boys were not paying any attention to anything but their pleasure. Ashton used some of her pussy juice to lube her asshole as he pushed past the tight opening. He didn't want to cause too much pain, so he went slowly. Susan relaxed and allowed Ashton to do what he would, since it appeared she had little choice in the matter, besides, it was beginning to feel good. A bit painful but nonetheless, exciting. She lost herself to the pleasure she was feeling, as two cocks thrust in and out of her holes. She could even feel them rubbing against each other through to thin skin that seperated them. Soon she was moaning and begging for more! All three were about to cum when they heard a car door slam and realized they had company. They froze, waiting to hear if their visitor was coming into the barn. Ashton's cock jerked out of Susan with an audible 'plop,' which made Susan giggle. Terry pushed her off of his rod and jumped up to grab his pants. He hopped around on one foot, trying to get them on. This too, made Susan want to laugh, instead, she covered her mouth and giggled again. She put a finger to her lips for them to keep quiet and made her way over to a place in the wall of the loft that had a view of the front entrance. She knew it was John before she even looked. Susan could see the annoyed look on his face as he glanced towards the stable. She couldn't help but giggle one more time.. John hated the stable and hated the horses, he wouldn't venture forth After a little while, John got into his vehicle and drove away. Susan looked back at the boys and said softly, "Is my punishment over masters?" "Get back here," Terry said gruffly, while stroking his already hardening member. "Trade places?" he ask, looking at his friend. Ashton grinned and answered, "No problem, bro." Susan lowered her cunt onto Ashton's cock with a sigh. This time she leaned forward on her own and used her own hands to spread her lovely ass for Terry to fuck. She groaned as he slid deep into her and started to rock back and forth on the balls of his feet. "Yeah, that's it, fuck my ass and pussy! It feels sooooooo good!" Susan moaned loudly. These two young studs were giving it all they had now, as both fucked Susan. It wasn't long before she had the first orgasim and then a second one, as the two young men continued to use her, each seeking his own release. Susan had her third orgasim just as both young men filled her with their hot cum. Catching her breath at, Susan got her clothes and started to dress. Speaking in a casual tone, she said out, "Let's try to get the job finished today boys." as if nothing had ever happened. They watched her climb down the ladder and start working where they had left off eariler, then looked at each other in surprise. Terry finally gave a shrug and got dressed...Ashton did the same. Susan shook her head slightly and smiled to herself. "Ah, fantasy is a wonderful thing," she murmured. She bent from the waist and scooped up a few straws from the floor of the loft. "Mrs. Sutter, where do you want us to put the equipment?" a voice broke into her thoughts. It was Terry, one of the young men helping her clean the stable, which was to be moved in a few days, and one of the stars in her mind video just now. She laughed out loud. Terry smiled at the pretty woman and was about to ask what was so funny, when he heard the noise of an engine starting up. Looking out from the loft, they watched Mr. Sutter drive away, then returned to their chores. Susan was faithful, but did enjoy a good fantasy about other men now and again. Susan rode across the property as she did almost every day. Sitting straight upon the beautiful horse, her beloved Zanzibar. She'd heard rumor in town that the property she was currently tresspassing on, had been purchased and she was curious as to whom it might be. The neighboring house, mansion was more what it would be described as, came into view. A long, sleek black car was parked in front of the entry. She didn't see anyone around outside as she trotted the horse closer for a better look. A noise behind her startled Zanzibar, making the spirited horse bolt forward, but Susan gained control quickly then looked towards the trees from which the noise had come. Glancing back at Alhambra, she saw four men getting into the car. She turned the horse back to the path and started home. One of the men had looked towards her and their eyes had met for a second. He was probably the buyer, she didn't know what made her think this, but she felt certain it was so. Susan felt a thrill of excitement go through her body. John had told her that he'd met the new neighbor, a Mr. Frank Barbarosa, reputed Mafia Don. Of course that was not a proven fact, but just the idea of it being true was exciting. She was certain he was the man whose eyes had met hers the day she had ridden to Alhambra. He looked like a powerful man, even from a distance. Susan planned to ride over to Alhambra again, to introduce herself and explain that allowing neighbors to ride on the property was expected. She wanted to see him up close and find out if he was what everyone claimed... Several days passed before Susan decided to make a visit to Alhambra. She planned to knock on the front door and introduce herself to the new neighbors. This time she walked across the properties instead of riding her horse. She was curious as to what kind of changes or improvememts had been made to Alhambra by the new people. She had seen work was going on but not exactly what kind. John had refused to go with her or to even go at all. He could be so stubborn and such a snob at times. No one answered her knock, apparently no one was at home. Susan was disappointed as she walked back to Stanhope. By the time she reached her own front door, she was wishing she had ridden Zanzibar. "Let's pay a visit to Alhambra," she said to John after dinner. "Why?" he asked, obviously uninterested in such a venture. "To be neighborly." Susan answered, feeling annoyed by Johns attitude. "And since when did you become the Welcome Committee?" John asked. "Don't be such a snob," Susan snapped back at her husband. "Fine, we'll call them and invite ourselves over." he replied, ignoring the tone of her voice. He went to the telephone and dialed. He spoke to someone on the other end for a few minutes then hung up and smiled at his wife. "Tomorrow night, seven." he turned abruptly and left the room. Susan smiled to herself. The next morning found Susan up and ready to enjoy a morning ride. She saddled Zanzibar and mounted him then turned to ride across the field towards a stand of trees near the new neighbors place. When she reached she trees, she climbed down off her horse and walked to a spot that would give her a clear view of Alhambra. She stood gazing at the beautiful property and was startled when she heard a voice speak from behind her. Turning quickly, Susan fell into the arms of a man standing behind her. "Oh God! You scared the hell out of me!" she said before pulling herself away. Her body had been pressed tight against his and she thought she could feel his cock, hard against her for a minute. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she realized he was the man she'd seen the day before. "Mrs. Sutter I presume?" the man asked, a slight grin on his face. "Yes." she answered, "and you must be our new neighbor, you purchased Alhambra." she said matter of factly. She felt annoyed at being caught snooping by him. "Frank Barbarosa, Mrs. Sutter. I believe we are having dinner together tonight?" he said, enjoying her discomfort. "Yes, my husband, John, and I will be joining you for dinner." she answered, sounding like a snob in her own ears. She felt warm standing there and her heart was still pounding hard in her chest. She hoped he didn't notice her aggitation. Susan found Frank Barbarosa very attractive in a dark sort of way. He looked every bit like a Mafia Don to her, at least in her imagination. Of course she didn't believe it to be true. Not at all. That was just talk by nosey people. "Well... I'll see you tonight then." he said, still grinning as he turned and walked back towards his house in the distance. Susan stood watching him go and wondered why she felt so.. confussed. John and Susan were prompt, arriving at Alhambra exactly at seven o'clock. Frank Barbarosa greeted them warmly. He made no mention of the meeting between him and Susan that afternoon, which suited Susan since she hadn't told John of the encounter. She wasn't hiding it, just not saying anything. The men were talking about the property so Susan strolled around the lavish room, admiring the paintings. She wondered where the 'Mrs. Barbarosa' was at. Her thoughts were interrupted by a female voice. "Hello, I decided to check on the progress in the kitchen. Dinner will be served in a few minutes. And you must be our neighbors, the Sutters? How do you do.." the blonde woman smiled and waited for her husband to introduce her properly. A few days after the dinner, Susan stood at the edge of their property, looking at Alhambra. She jumped when a voice spoke close to her.. "Hello Mrs. Sutter. I hope you are well today." Frank Barbarosa said with his Italian accent more noticeable then before. His dark eyes pierced her intently. He was standing close enough that she could smell him. Soap and expensive aftershave. Susan's legs felt weak, as if they might not support her weight for much longer. Of course it was from her fright of him sneaking up on her like he did. She hadn't heard a sound before he spoke. She swayed a tiny bit and suddenely she was in his arms. His mouth just inches from hers. Susan couldn't take her eyes off of his mouth. He smiled and pulled her tightly to him. "Mrs. Sutter, you okay?" he asked, sounding concerned. His voice was deep and had a rough edge to it. "I'm.. I'm fine." Susan said in a whisper, still staring at his mouth. There was a long moment of silence, then his head bent down and he pressed his mouth to hers. Susan almost fainted, then responded to the heat building inside of her. Her tongue flickered against his lips, which parted and sucked her tongue gently, before moving on to explore her mouth. Susan moaned and kissed Frank lustfully. "Yeah baby, that's it. I could see what you needed the first time I laid eyes on you." he said hotly in her ear. His lips brushed down her throat while his hand fumbled with the buttons on her blouse. Susan felt the air against her skin when he pulled her top open. His hand pushed the straps of her bra down and cupped a breast. Susan felt helpless to stop him as his head lowered to her exposed tit and captured her nipple to suck. Susan forget everything, where she was, who she was and what she was doing at that moment. Her skin was flushed with excitement and lust. They were in a strand of trees and couldn't be seen by anyone. Frank lowered her to a bed of leaves and pushed her pants down so he could touch her pussy. "Your so fuckin hot lady." he said as he opened his trousers and pulled his penis out. Susan's eyes grew wide as she looked at his member. It was huge. Much larger then John's and bigger than any she had ever seen. Her pussy had gotten very wet and she could feel the heat from it. "Oh yeah, you want to be fucked pretty bad, don't you Mrs. Sutter?" he said as he pushed her back and straddled her waist. Susan knew she should stop, but couldn't make herself do it. She was begging this man to fuck her hard, right there on the ground. She was twisting and turning and lifting her ass off the ground as if in offering. She heard herself saying, "Please Frank, fuck me now... I can't wait any longer. Put your cock in me Frank, please!" Frank Barbarosa, Mafia Don, fucked Susan like a stud who couldn't get enough pussy. He bit her shoulders and was handling her roughly, but Susan loved it. He made sure she knew she had been fucked and fucked hard. Susan stood looking at John with annoyance. "Why don't you like our neighbors John? Is there a real problem or is it the snob in you coming out?" she asked. "Susan, he's involved with the Mafia, I'm an honest lawyer, the two don't mix." he snapped back at her. John wondered why Susan was so determined they mingle with the new neighbors, it was not like her to push like this. "You know that's just talk, the bit about the Mafia. You don't know that it's true!" she persisted, adding, "And since when did you start believing everything you hear?" John didn't bother with a reply, he turned and walked to the door, he glanced back at his wife and decided not to say any more, it would only start a fight that he didn't wish to deal with. Susan watched John pull away and head down the driveway, then raced to the bedroom to grab a light jacket. She was working on a painting for Frank's house and was anxious to go over there. Maybe for more then just to paint.. She hadn't seen Frank alone since the morning up by the trees. She shivered a little, remembering how wild he had made her. The sex was better then she imagined possible. She wasn't sure what her feelings were yet. Pushing her thoughts aside, Susan hurried out and across the field to Alhambra. "Mr. Barbarosa will be down in a few moments." one of his 'henchmen' told Susan, leering at her the whole while. She ignored his look and went into the room where she was working on the painting. Her stomach was full of butterflies as she waited for Frank to appear. After a couple of minutes, she picked up a brush and began to paint. She forgot everything as her attention focused on her art. Susan and the Don Susan barely heard the door open, then close behind her. She didn't even hear the click of the lock being turned. She jumped when heard Frank's husky voice close to her ear, which made him laugh. "Whats the matter baby, scare ya?" he joked. Susan felt her face burn with a blush and stammered a reply. "I didn't hear you come in and you startled me." she said, sounding lame in her own ears. Frank moved up close to her, his hands started to roam down her back to settle on her ass. He pulled Susan to him and covered her lips with his, kissing her hard. Susan melted in his arms, she liked his roughness. She kissed back with a great deal of passion, feeling her excitement grow. She pulled away and questioned him.. "What if someone.." was all she got out before his hot mouth stopped her from talking, his hands pulling open her shirt then pushing her pants down. He walked her backwards to the couch. One hand already rubbing her pussy, his thumb pushing up inside her wetness. Susan felt powerless to stop him as he continued to stroke her wet cunt. His mouth kissing and biting her throat. All concerns faded away as lust filled her body and mind. Frank stood up beside the couch and unzipped his pants. He looked at Susan while he took his cock out and held it in his hand. Susan's eyes never left Franks as she sat up and took his cock in her mouth. Her head moved up and down the length as her mouth sucked him. Frank watched as Susan gave him a blowjob, he rocked on his heels, fucking her face. Pushing his member deep into her throat. She gagged a little but continued to suck. Frank pulled his hard dick from Susan's willing mouth and pulled her up from the couch. He lifed her up and sat her on his cock, then stood while she bounced up and down on his member, moaning with pleasure. Before Susan could explode with an orgasim, Frank stopped and set her on the edge of his desk so he could fuck her easier. He thrust into her hard, grunting with the effort. Suddenly, he jerked his cock out and flipped Susan over onto her stomach. "Get on your knees," he commanded gruffly. She quickly did as he wanted. Susan looked back at Frank, her lips parted, eyes smokey and half closed. Frank took the cheeks of her ass in his hands and massaged them. He spread her cheeks apart and stepped closer to position his cock at the opening to her ass. Susan caught her breath as she realized he was going to fuck her anally, but didn't protest. She hung her head and waited, eyes closed, panting in expectation. Frank spit on Susan's beautiful asshole, then used a finger to smear the spittle around her anus. He took his cock in hand and pushed forward. She was tight. He had to push harder to get the head of his dick past the opening. "Ahhhhhhhh.." he groaned once he was in. Frank stood still until he was sure she was ready for more, then thrust the length of his cock up her ass. Susan rubbed her clit and pushed back on the cock filling her ass. Frank bent over her back and reach under her to rub her slit while he fucked her ass. He took her hand and put it on her pussy so he could squeeze her tits. His thumbs rubbed across her hardened nipples, pinching and pulling on them. Susan twisted under him, bucking and panting with desire. She begged him to fuck her harder. Frank's hot breath was in her ear, "You want more? You like my cock up your ass baby?" Susan was beyond thinking of anything but this man's cock fucking her ass. She needed it. "Yesssssss.. fuck me hard, fuck my ass harder!" she cried out. Frank hammered his cock into Susan, jolting her with each powerful thrust. Susan felt her orgasim wash over her as Frank shot his cum into her ass. She felt like she was spinning out of control, crying out her pleasure, until at last both were spent. Frank stood up and pulled a hankerchief from a pocket to wipe the cum off himself, then offered it to Susan. They both quickly dressed, not speaking of what they'd just done. Frank walked back to the door and opened it. His mannor was casual as he strode over to her painting for a look. Susan felt dazed as they discussed her progress on it. A week later, Susan found herself seated in Frank's limo with the driver eying them in the mirror. Frank's hand was under her dress, his fingers pulling her panties aside so they could work their way into her damp cunt. Susan squirmed, wiggling around so he could get inside of her easier. They had just dropped John off at home after having had dinner in town. Susan was going back to Alhambra to 'paint' for awhile. "Just drive." Frank told the man in the driver's seat, then added, "and keep your eyes on the road." Frank's other hand reached under her dress and worked it's way up to her breast, squeezing it and pinching her nipple. Susan lay her head back on the seat, forgetting the man up front. She moaned when Frank pushed her down on the seat so he could lick her pussy. His tongue worked up and down her slit, then thrust between her pussy lips to suck her juices. Susan's hips jerked upwards to allow him deeper. Frank grinned when Susan came in his face, he put a finger in her hole and pumped it in and out while he sucked on her clit. Susan couldn't help herself from thrashing about on the backseat of the limo. Frank's tongue continued to work it's magic, making her wild with lust. Susan couldn't help herself, she knew it was wrong to have feelings for Frank. She was sure he was using her, but she kept telling herself that he had to be falling for her as she was for him! He wanted her. He wanted her every time they saw each other... he must care. Or so she would tell herself after each meeting with him. The man knew how to please her like no one had before. Months of meeting him in secret began to tell on Susan. She changed. John had noticed and was questioning her about it. Susan still loved her husband, but not as she one loved him. She couldn't think of anything but Frank. Finally she decided she had to confront him and find out where things were going between them. She had finally admitted to herself he was involved in the Mafia, or something close. Late in the night, Susan managed to get out of the house without John noticing. She hurried across the field and went to a side door at Alhambra. Frank often left it open for her as it was now. She crept inside and quietly up the stairs to Frank's bedroom. His wife had her own room, so Susan didn't fear running into her. She rarely came out into the rest of the house. Frank was propped up in bed, paper lay spread across the covers. He had been reading and dozed off. Susan entered the room quietly and stood looking down at him, the man she was falling in love with. She intended to ask him to divorce his wife while she did the same with John. Frank woke at a soft sound in the room and slid his hand under his pillow. There he felt the gun, kept there for protection from his enemies. And he had plenty of those to worry about. In his business, killing was nothing but a show of power. He opened an eye just enough to see it was Susan and released the gun from his grip. "Hey lady, come to bring me chicken soup?" he grinned. He had been ill for a couple of days and figured she wanted to nurse him a little. "No, I came to talk." Susan said, her tone serious. She sat on the edge of the bed and told Frank her feelings and plans. She was shocked when he laughed loudly when she had finished talking. "Hey.. I'm ain't going to split up my happy home." he told Susan. "We have a good time together and I think your a great lay, but leave my wife? Not possible." Then he laughed. Susan couldn't believe what she was hearing. She had given herself to this man and thought she was special to him. Now she knew she had been used all along. It made her furious. Her hand touched on something cold under the blanket and pulled out a gun. Frank made a move to grab her the small, deadly weapon from Susan but in doing so, caused it to fire. The sound blasted through the otherwise quiet house. The bullet hit him dead in the heart and killed him instantly. "OH MY GOD!" Susan screamed, backing away from the bed. She heard footsteps running up the stairs and heard Frank's two men burst into the room. They each had a gun in their hands. Looking from Susan to their boss lying in his own blood on the bed, they knew what had happened and what they had to do. "Get her out of here, take her downstairs." Gino yelled at the other man. "And call her husband, Mr. Sutter." Susan didn't resist as she was led downstairs to a small room off the main hall. She was sitting there, still in shock, when John arrived. "Susan, Susan, what happened here?" John questioned his wife. He put his hand on her shoulder when she didn't answer. "Are you okay?" he asked, shaken by her refusal to answer him. Susan closed the door behind her, she stood thinking of all that had happened in just a year of her life. Her marriage was over, she had been let off and no charges filed after she had shot Frank Barbarosa and killed him. It seemed the authorities didn't want to persue the killing of a Mafia Don legally, in fact, Susan believed they were glad it had happened. She felt sorrow when she thought about Frank. It would be a long time before she met someone who could make her feel the way he had. She sighed, then quickly walked to her car and got in. Susan didn't look back at her home of so many years, nor did she look as she passed Alhambra. It was time to move on with life.