Deanna Macias was born into two conditions. She was exquisitely beautiful and absolutely dirt poor. But she learned early that gorgeous trumps poor every time if one plays her cards right.
She learned the basics of the game early on by wrapping her doting father around her little finger. Even then, she had creamy olive skin, large, green eyes with long, curling lashes, full lips, and a look that could melt any heart. There wasn't a teacher, preacher, cop, or boyfriend's dad who could resist her charm if he were lucky enough to be chosen for Deanna's sweet embrace.
As she grew into her skin, and morphed from awkward tomboy to shapely young woman, she learned some things that served her well. Never give a blow job if a hand job works, never give them pussy if a taste of it will do, and always, always make them sweat and prove their devotion before you let them cum.
Men, she thought, were stupid and easily controlled. She had never met a man, married or otherwise, who could resist her charms, and every one of them thought his relationship with her was special. She thought so too, until she got the grade, the warning ticket, or the very expensive piece of jewelry she desired.
Most of their favors were repaid with a look at her naked body and allowing a foot massage that turned into a tasting of her intoxicating pussy. They could jack off while they were eating her if they wanted to. She didn't care as long as they kept their nasty, sticky cream to themselves. In spite of her reputation, she didn't let many men inside.
Some said she looked like a young Raquel Welsh, or Salma Hayek. Others described her as a dead ringer for Catherine Zeta Jones. The descriptions were accurate as far as they went. Her very mixed ancestry gave her an exotic look that some thought to be Latina, others Italian, and still others, Middle Eastern.
It really didn't matter who or what she might have looked like, however, because, when all was said and done, she was Deanna Macias, the most incredible woman in a very small town.
Men fought to spend time with her, and women hated her for being born. Well, most women. There were some who would have fought for her too.
She looked as good in a pair of Rockies as she did in a formal gown thanks to her tiny waist, wonderfully large, round breasts, tight high ass, and shapely legs. She was only 5' 3", but she was a pure-dee goddess nonetheless.
After she graduated from high school, Deanna went to work in the locally owned bank, and men came from miles around to make a deposit with her. She was a very real asset for the little private bank and the owner/president paid handsomely for her services. On occasion, and after he begged for days, she might let him taste her beautiful pussy too.
It didn't take her very long to identify a young man she decided deserved some special attention. His name was Dougie Ed Stiles. He was four years older than she, and she kinda, sorta remembered him from around town. She was attracted to his amazing good looks, his reputation as a party animal and all around fun guy, and, of course, the size of his daddy's bank account.
Big Doug Ed Senior started a used car business in their dusty little town 30 years ago. When the local Chevy dealership came up for sale he managed to pull together enough money to buy it. A master salesman who was loved by all, Big Doug began adding to his line of fine new cars. First Cadillac, then GMC Trucks, then Honda, then Hyundai, then Hummer. And if you didn't like any of those, just tell Big Doug Ed what you wanted and like magic, it would appear.
Dougie was named Used Car Manager upon his graduation from the state university, and, it turned out, he actually had a pretty good head for business. Deanna was convinced that some day Stiles Chevrolet, Cadillac, GMC, Honda would be all his....and hers.
When she went to work on Dougie, he never knew what hit him. He was one of the few who got inside, but she made him beg a little first. After two dates, young Doug proposed. There were some who thought the old man might be pissed, but Big Doug Ed didn't mind a bit.
He was on his third wife, Peyton, and it was clear that he liked 'em young and beautiful with "big ol' titties. Aw hell, young and beautiful is just fine. You can always buy the big 'ol titties!" If Dougie hadn't gotten Deanna, Big Doug Ed probably would have.
Following the wedding, the grandest the town had ever seen, and a month-long honeymoon, Deanna and Dougie, Double D to their friends, settled into married life. Deanna, however, soon became disillusioned, quickly tiring of Dougie's nights out with the boys, hunting trips with his dad, and rapidly diminishing libido. She was actually considering a divorce when everyone got the news.
In the straight-forward account of Big Doug Ed's best friend and hunting companion, Jack Dale, "the big ol' sumbitch had been drinkin' since before sunrise, took a header out of his deer stand, and snapped his fuckin' neck like a twig. He was screamin' 'FUCK MEEE DEAD' when he hit the ground. Isn't it ironic that his last word was 'dead'."
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust. Divorce was no longer a consideration.
Now Deanna had the mansion on the hill she always knew she would, and was about to meet the man who would turn her world upside down.
***************************** Bob Newell was also from the wrong side of the tracks. He always thought this bestowed him with great power, but more often than not he got his ass kicked sideways in a fight. Even after he religiously drove nearly a hundred miles into the city for months on end to train and get an advanced belt in Tae Kwon Do, most of the guys in any country bar worth its name could handle him with ease.
But Bob had a dream for himself and for a business, and he succeeded at both. Under a face which was much the worse for wear, Newell developed a body that most of the women compared favorably to Jean Claude van whatever's. His daddy had helped him complete the package by bestowing on him a dick like a stallion, and he had learned to use it very well.
The business was Bob's Health Emporium. It started out as a gym, but he added Tae Kwon Do classes for kids and struck a goldmine. Then he cashed in on the kickboxing-as-exercise craze and struck it rich again.
He finally made it to third degree black, and thought, as he strutted around, that he looked damn fine in his gi. A number of single girls, and wives and mothers apparently thought so too, because a line formed to garner his attention.
Deanna had heard some talk about Bob's incredible member and sculpted body, but he was a little hard to look at, and she didn't want what so many others were getting.
She'd pass. She joined the kickboxing class as a way to kill some of her time alone. Even after Big Doug Ed died and the money came rolling in, she was still looking for something different in her life.
Three weeks into the class, and having spent a considerable amount of time studying the huge cock swinging freely in his pants, Deanna decided to throw a little charm on Bob. If you didn't have to look at his face, he was really something to look at.
Class after frustrating class he virtually ignored her. Her exercise clothes got tighter and skimpier, but the beautiful young woman who had never in her life been denied a man's attention, got nowhere.
Bob, 25 years her senior, liked to control women more than he liked to fuck them, and he had discovered long ago that the way to break a beautiful woman down was to first ignore her, and then insult her. He had a feeling that the formula would work wonders on Deanna.
