Mrs. Suzanne Hawthorn Ch. 03

This is just a chapter in a longer story. For character background and storylines, please check out the earlier stories. I hope you enjoy.

I walked around the next few days like I owned the world. The richest, most powerful woman in town was slowly becoming my personal slut. What can I say? I had it all.

At 20 years old, I didn't have the worldliness I thought I did. I should have seen it coming. Sure, Mrs. Suzanne Hawthorn was gorgeous and married all of her wealth and power, but she was no slouch.

I had underestimated her. Big time! She had brains and guile to match her beauty even if she failed miserably in the personality department. I should have known better.

You don't get to be Mrs. Suzanne Hawthorn by rolling over and just giving in to pressure. The rich and powerful fight back. I should have seen it coming.

I was walking to my car soon one night after work. The mall parking garage was fairly deserted but being a 20 year old male of average size and abilities, I wasn't really concerned or scared anything might happen.

I should have been. From out of nowhere, something hit me from behind in the back of my head. Stunned and dazed, I fell to the ground. That's when I realized someone was stomping me, kicking me in the stomach, ribs, head and face.

I felt the blood trickling from my nose and mouth, from a cut on my head and into my eyes. Through my haze, I saw that it was her boyfriend, the same guy from that afternoon in the Sheraton.

I tried to get up but he kept hitting and kicking me until I had no strength left. He grabbed a handful of bloody hair and pulled my head up off the pavement.

Leaning down, he growled, "Leave Suzanne Hawthorn alone or next time you're dead." He hit me one last time for good measure and the next thing I knew I was in the hospital.

The doctors told me there was no serious damage, just some cuts and bruises and one big ass ugly scar that would only be noticed if I lost my hair when I got older. I ached and hurt all over but I was going to be fine.

The police questioned me, wanting to know what happened. I played dumb, telling them I never knew what hit me. I had no enemies that I knew of, he didn't take my wallet or car so it looked like just another act of random violence in our fair city.

What was I going to tell them anyway? For all I knew, the police were there to see if this was the end of it and not the beginning. She had threatened me before, saying she and her husband controlled the police.

They wanted me to come down to the station and look at some mugshots but I never did. I was released from the hospital later that day and of course my parents freaked. They wanted me to go back to school but I had other plans.

The attack didn't scare me off as Cooze-anne and her lover hoped. Instead, it pissed me off. Now, I'm not the baddest guy in town. I don't get into fights and I'm certainly not looking for one.

But any way you slice it, this was a pussy move. Attacking me from behind, kicking me, beating me when I'm down and defenseless. This guy was a tool and I couldn't wait to exact my revenge. On both of them.

My bruises and scrapes slowly began to heal and in a couple of weeks I was almost back to normal. I had to be. The Mayor's ball was next week and it was time for some payback.

Of course, being the lowly commoners that my family and I were, we never received our invitations. Instead, I knew the caterer and I talked my way into working the event that night as extra help.

The ball was being held at the old Auditorium theatre. It had been renovated recently, the seats removed and stage refurbished. Now, it was used for gala events such as this or wedding receptions or elegant parties thrown by the upper crust of society.

I knew that Mrs. Suzanne Hawthorn would be there, on the arm of her wealthy husband, the Mayor. She'd be wearing that expensive Dior dress, the same one I fucked her in the day she came to the store.

Her hair and make-up would be impeccable. She'd be smiling, laughing, having herself just the grandest time. Smiling through those same once cum-streaked lips that had been wrapped around my cock.

Unlike last time, I decided not to give her any forewarning. One sneak attack deserves another I figured. Now, I wasn't sure if her boyfriend would be there, so I only planned for Cooze-anne. There was time for him later.

The night finally arrived and I showed up for work that evening in the white jacket, black pants and bowtie busboy costume the caterer provided. 'Perfect!' I thought. The crowd was gathering and there appeared to be almost 500 guests.

Of course, Mrs. Suzanne Hawthorn was the hostess. She smiled her great, big, fake smile, as if the rich bitch was happy to see these peasants who would soon be duped out of their money for her husband's re-election campaign.

I scanned the crowd and sure enough, her boyfriend was nowhere to be found. He must not warrant an invite as well.

The night went on without a hitch. Cocktails, followed by a few speeches, then appetizers and the main course. Desert and coffee for any who so desired followed by dancing what remained of the night away.

I moved effortlessly through the crowd, just another servant there to be used by the wealthy. I waited, doing the job as I had been instructed, waiting for the right opportunity.

There she was, maybe 20 feet away, on the arm of that old codger. Wasn't it past his bedtime anyway? She stood there, smiling, laughing, making small talk. From this distance, she was gorgeous. She looked absolutely perfect in that dress, with just the slightest hint of the body that lay beneath.

Her smile and laughter resonated throughout the large room. Mrs. Suzanne Hawthorn was definitely in her element. She was queen of all she surveyed.

Good thing she hadn't spotted me yet because she certainly had no power over me. Now was the time to put my plan in action.

I took out an empty manila envelope, just like the one I had slipped into Cooze-anne's Cadillac that day in front of the bakery, addressed to 'Mayor Hawthorn.' I walked toward the happy couple.

She spotted me first, in mid-laugh. Her eyes moved quickly to the envelope I carried towards them and all of the color seemed to flush from her perfectly made-up face. Her beautiful blue eyes suddenly got large as she stood there, silently holding her breath.

"Excuse me, Mr. Mayor, but the gentleman over there asked me to give these to you." I turned and pointed over my shoulder towards the far exit as I handed him the empty envelope. Cooze-anne stood there, frozen with fear, as she breathlessly watched her husband open the envelope, sure that those pictures of us would come spilling out.

He looked inside and exclaimed, "Why, there's nothing here. It's empty." Looking at me, he asked, "Who gave this to you, boy?"

I motioned again at the far exit and said, "I'm sorry sir. He did not give me his name. It was that man over there."

He squinted, trying to recognize the man I motioned towards. He turned to his wife and said, "This must be some mistake. I'll be right back, dear." He left her standing there with me as the rest of the guests scattered towards other, more interesting conversations.

She gritted her teeth in another fake smile and angrily said in a hushed voice, "What are you doing here? What do you think you're doing?"

I smiled back at her and replied, "Showing you just how easily I could fuck up your world. At least I've got the balls to do it to your face, not like the way you and your boyfriend came after me."

"I had nothing to do with that," she countered. "That was his idea. Now, go. Get out of here before my husband comes back."

I looked back at the Mayor and said, "I don't care who's idea it was. Besides, maybe it's time your husband and I chatted. Maybe looked at some old pictures and reminisced." I pulled another folded picture from my back pocket.

Panic flashed across her pretty face. "No. Please. Don't do it," she pleaded.

God, I loved it when she begged like this. My cock started swelling as I saw the fear on her face. "You know what you've got to do then, don't you Cooze-anne?" I asked.

Her eyes widened as she gasped through those perfectly pouty lips of hers. "Here?" she asked incredulously as she looked from side to side. "You can't be serious?" Her eyes darted around as she looked at all of the crowd that still remained.

I smiled wryly, "Oh, I'm serious. Once the band starts."

She shook her head, a look of panic again in those blue eyes. "I can't," she stuttered. "No. Not here. I have to dance the first dance with my husband."

Angrily I snarled, "Up there, in the balcony, once the band starts. Or he sees the picture." I turned and walked away, towards the converted stage and out the back. Mrs. Hawthorn stood there, dumbfounded, not sure what to do next.

In seconds, she was walking quickly behind me. She caught me just as I exited the stage towards the back. She reached out and grabbed my arm. I spun around and glared at her.

She looked like a scared, caged cat. Her chest rose and fell with her deep breaths. Her eyes were big and blue and beautiful. Her pretty face was flushed, drained of all color. Her hand was cold on my arm. "Wait," she said softly.

She looked around and saw a half wall towards the back of the stage. Looking around again to see if anyone had seen us, she said, "There," and led me behind the wall. It rose to just below my chest and I could look out through the darkened stage at the partygoers.

Without hesitation, Mrs. Suzanne Hawthorn dropped to her knees in front of me. She quickly reached up and undid my belt, pants and zipper. In one motion, she had tugged my pants and underwear down to mid-thigh and reached her delicate, cold hand inside and pulled out my swelling cock.

"You're a pig," she said as she stroked me, her blue eyes all the while locked on mine. She quickly opened her mouth and swallowed the head of my stiffening cock. Her tongue licked under the tip while her lips stiffened around my shaft.

"You're getting better at this Cooze-anne," I replied. "I don't even have to tell you what to do anymore."

She lowered her head, taking more and more of my cock into her mouth. She began sliding up and down my shaft, moistening me with her saliva. She worked fast on my cock, hoping to make me cum quickly before we could be discovered.

I had other ideas though but before I could pull her off of me, I heard the footsteps crossing the stage towards the back. Back where we were. It was her husband, the Mayor, Mr. Hawthorn.

He saw me standing in the back, blocked from the waist down by the half-wall. "Excuse me, young man?" he said.

Suzanne froze. She was on her knees, hidden by the wall, her right hand wrapped around my cock, the silky head buried in her mouth, as she looked up at me with fear in her beautiful blue eyes and my cock stretching her lips.

It was all I could do from cumming right there. Instead, I replied as calmly as possible, "Yes sir? What can I do for you?"

He walked closer towards me, stopping about three feet shy of the wall. "I am correct in assuming you were the young man who gave me that envelope?"

"Yes sir," I affirmed. In the meantime, I moved my left hand discreetly down, onto Mrs. Hawthorn's perfectly coiffed hair. Slowly, I pushed her head towards me, down the shaft of my cock.

She knew what I wanted. And she obliged. Mrs. Suzanne Hawthorn began slowly and quietly sucking my cock while I nonchalantly spoke with her husband across that partial wall.

"And you have no idea the name of the gentleman who handed you that envelope?"

"No sir, I'm sorry, " I replied as she licked the underside of my cock. Her mouth wrapped around my shaft and she was slowly working up and down, milking me with those pouty lips.

Mr. Hawthorn shook his head. "Strange," he said, "it was empty." He turned as if to walk away but suddenly stopped and turned back towards us. "I say, you were talking with my wife, weren't you?"

She froze for a second, but continued as I pulled her head back up along my cock. Her tongue swirled and licked across the tip as she stiffened her grasp around my shaft. "Yes sir," I replied, "but only for a minute."

"She didn't by chance tell you where she was going, did she? I can't seem to find her anywhere."

I glanced down into her scarred eyes for only a tenth of a second. I quickly looked back at the Mayor and replied, "No sir. I haven't seen her. But if I come across her, I'll tell her you're looking for her." Suzanne picked up her pace again as my hand guided her by the hair.

He shook his head as he walked away, back towards the party. "Please do young man," he said. "Our dance is coming up." And with that, he left us alone back behind the stage.

Suzanne immediately released my cock from her mouth but not her hand. "You're and asshole," she angrily whispered through clenched teeth.

"And you're my dirty little slut," I replied, "but we're not done yet. Remember last time you wore this dress?"

She looked up at me with fear in her eyes again. She shook her head and replied, "No. Not that. Not here."

"Do it slut! Stand up, bend forward, hike up your skirt and grab that wall," I ordered. She slowly stood up, her lips curled indignantly. Slowly, she spun around and faced the wall in front of me.

I watched as her hands slowly reached for the hem of her dress. "I hate you. I hate you for what you're doing to me," she spat.

I ignored her, only watching as her dress rose higher, up above those sensuous hips and incredible ass. She wore yet another thong, her delicious melon ass framed perfectly by that thin strip of material that dove straight down between those gorgeous cheeks.

I put one hand on her hip and one on the other. Grasping the waistband of her thong, I quickly pulled them down her legs and dropped them to her ankles. "Step out of them," I ordered and she obliged.

I squatted down, picked up her lingerie, and tucked it into my pants pocket. I slapped her ass hard, the sound quickly echoing in the stillness of the back stage but dissipating over the hum of the crowd.

"Grab the wall with both hands slut," I grumbled. I moved behind her again as she did as I told her.

I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled back, the crowd now in her view as we remained hidden by the darkness and the half-wall. "I'm gonna fuck you in front of all of these fine people Cooze-anne."

She didn't reply, only shaking her head in defiance. Meanwhile, her hands gripped the top of the wall, her feet spread slightly, with that dress bunched up around your waist. I put both hands on her ass and pulled her cheeks apart, holding her there, up against that wall.

"But I'm not gonna fuck your pussy this time," I whispered in her ear. With that, I pushed my hips forward, my cock head brushing up against her warm, tight ass hole. She immediately knew what I had in mind.

"The hell you are!" she angrily replied. But it was no use. I held her in that vulnerable position. She could not scream or struggle for fear of drawing attention to us behind that stage. She shook her head and hips violently, trying to get away but I continued pushing forward.

"No! Stop it! You're an animal!" she growled. "I hate you!"

I kept pushing my hips forward while I pulled her backward by those perfectly round ass cheeks. My cock, slick from her saliva and my pre-cum, pushed hard against her tiny opening. "Please," she begged in a hushed whisper.

I could feel my cock against her ass hole. She was warm and tight, but I was stronger. Slowly, I was beginning to overpower her and her strength began to weaken. I could feel the tip of my cock stretching her, forcing her tight ring open.

I groaned as she weakened, with more and more of my thick head pushing into her ass hole. One final push and the head slipped in. Mrs. Suzanne Hawthorn winced and yelped quietly, wiggling her hips but my cock was firmly entrenched in her ass.

I held her there with one hand and reached my other into my pocket, finding the trial size packet of lube I had gotten in anticipation of this evening. I cracked it open and poured it between her ass cheeks and down onto the length of my cock.

"I guess I should have used this first, but it was more fun to take your ass hole like that," I said derisively.

Through clenched teeth, she said "I hate you! You're a pig. A common pig. I fucking hate you. You're nothing but an animal."

I replied, "An animal who's fucking your tight ass hole for the first time."

I threw the lube container on the ground and grabbed her hips. They fit perfectly in the curve of my hands. I pulled her back as I began sliding deeper and deeper into her ass hole. She groaned and winced again.

I watched as my shaft buried deep inside her ass. She was tight and warm and felt incredible on my cock. I could feel her ass hole tightening around my shaft as she clenched her butt muscles.

Slowly, I began sliding in and out, the lubrication removing all possibility of resistance. In and out my cock slid, each thrust going a little deeper inside her.

I slapped her ass again and said, "Ride my cock, slut. Take my cock in your ass."

And she did. She looked out on the crowd as she threw herself backward, rocking her hips with each downstroke. Her ass was heaven on my cock as she rode me. Her breathing became short and quick as she rode faster and harder.

Faster and faster, harder and deeper, Mrs. Suzanne Hawthorn bounced her perfect ass on my cock. I looked out on the crowd, with all of those high society people, as I fucked their queen in the ass.

It was all I could take. My balls tightened and my cock stiffened. The wave of ecstasy washed over me. I held onto her curvaceous hips and I fucked her as if my life depended on it. Wave after wave, I pumped streams of warm cum into her tight ass hole.

We both gasped as her body shook on my cock. I could be wrong, but I think she orgasmed as well. I pulled back and my slick cock popped out of her tight ass. She turned back and looked at me over her shoulder. Her eyes were glazed, lips parted and she was breathing heavily.

"Clean me up, Cooze-anne," I ordered. She turned around and looked at me, stunned, unsure as she realized where my cock had been. In one final act of silent surrender, she dropped to her knees, grabbed my still hard, slick, cum-covered cock and began licking and sucking it clean.

"Mmmm, that's it. That's a good little slut," I murmmered as her tongue worked over my dick. Finally clean, I pulled myself away from her and dressed.

She looked up at me in confusion and dare I say, slight disappointment. Regaining her senses, she reiterated, "You're a filthy pig. I hate you." She looked around and said, "Where are my panties?"

I walked away, out towards the stage. Reaching into my pocket I held them up for her to see. Angrily, she shot back, "Give me those! I need them. I can't go out there like this."

She stood up and pulled her skirt down over her used hips. "I'm a mess down there," she pleaded.

"I know," I replied. "I messed you." Walking away I added, "Think of me when my cum is running out of your lubed ass while you dance with your husband."

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