He Subjugates Deanna Again

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.

"Bob...ah...Mr. Newell...can you tell...me...well...how am I doing?" Deanna was nervous in his presence.

"Mrs. Stiles," Bob said without looking at her exposed, silky cleavage, "I don't think you're making as good an effort as the other women in the class. Frankly, you still look a little pudgy. Please excuse me now."

Deanna stuttered and stammered as Mr. Newell turned and left. Pudgy? This was war! She weighed only 112 pounds and knew for a fact there was hardly an ounce of fat on her body. But - now something was snapping in her brain - maybe she could really put her mind to it and lose some weight for Mr. Newell. Perhaps she could reshape herself into something that he would find attractive if only he would tell her what to do. Bob had made a career of telling women what to do.

The affair that followed almost destroyed her. What was wonderfully exciting and satisfying initially quickly deteriorated into the relationship from hell. What he did to her and made her do were sinful. The way he so quickly took control of her was surprising even to her therapist, and it took almost a year of non-stop counseling for her to be able to escape his evil grasp.

Dougie Ed had watched his wife change without really understanding what was happening. She got skinny. Then changed her hairstyle and color to something that could only be described as mousey. She always wore red lipstick and polish, heels that were too high and outfits that were too short or too showy, or both. She looked, well, she looked like a tramp.

The demands of the business made it impossible for Dougie to focus on the crisis at home, so Deanna had to fight on without him. And besides, for Dougie, the idea of her having a continuing, weird sexual relationship with some unknown guy in town gave him a boner the size of a Cadillac.

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It had been nearly two years since she had seen Bob...Mr. Newell.

She had had a baby, a beautiful little girl now four months old, successfully lost that weight, and regained her figure. The fact that she had chosen to nurse Natalie made her even more sensational. Her breasts were much fuller now, making her impossibly tiny waist seem even smaller, and when heavily laden with milk, her tits were nothing less than stupendous.

Deanna had found fulfillment in a new calling. She was in charge of the Doug Ed Stiles Foundation, and was doing a good and responsible job of spreading some wealth around to people and organizations in need.

Her eyes had returned to their beautiful, sparkling green color, her skin was wonderfully clear and healthy, and her new hairstyle with highlights made her look anything but mousey. She had regained most of her self esteem, and when she walked her new, confident walk, her ass twitched in a most enticing way.

Another responsibility she recently added to her plate was a volunteer position with the local chamber of commerce. This gave her the opportunity to learn of new businesses, meet community leaders, and attend any number of ribbon cuttings and grand openings. She felt really good again, and strong, and was finally falling in love with her husband.

All this and she still had yet to celebrate her 23rd birthday.

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"Deanna, sweetie, how are you today?" It was Millie Hargrove, the president of the chamber, and, quite possibly the only person in 10 counties to have had more money than Big Doug Ed when he was alive. Her husband had opened a single fried chicken store decades ago, and at the time of his death, he had added 73 more all across the state.

Unlike Big Doug Ed, however, Wally Hargrove spent 41 wonderful years with the same woman. A nip here, a tuck there, a little bigger here, smaller there, Millie was always just right for him. And while Millie did have an ample hourglass figure and was attractive in an okay sort of way, many tried to figure out her secret for keeping her man.

"Hi, Millie. I'm just fine. Isn't it just a wonderful chamber of commerce day?"

Deanna always lit up when she saw or heard from Millie. There was something about the woman that reassured the young wife. Millie was like a mom she wished she'd had, even though at 60-something Millie was her grandmother's age.

Beyond that, however, Millie -- somehow the name didn't really fit -- was smart, powerful, shrewd, and elegantly understated, and Deanna liked to do what Millie asked.

"Yes it is, and that's why I'm calling. Have you heard that Bob Newell has sold the Health Emporium?"

"Ah, no, ah Millie...I...hadn't heard...that." Just hearing the name changed her mood. Anxiety rushed through her.

"Well he has, and the new owners have completely remodeled it and are planning a ribbon cutting the day after tomorrow. It'll be a mid-afternoon affair, just wonderful I'm sure, and you must be there."

Millie knew everything about their little town because she made it her business to know. And she was involved in some way or other with virtually every business deal that took place. Those who dealt with her, found her to be ruthless.

The old woman's voice calmed Deanna, and her heart slowed a little more when she heard "new owners." She paused, took a deep breath.

"Millie, Dougie and I have planned a romantic dinner in the city. I couldn't stay long, I'm meeting him there. I shouldn't probably, but I guess I could dress early for dinner and at least stop by."

"Oh, that's wonderful, sweetie, it just wouldn't be a ribbon cutting without you. And you know I wouldn't have allowed you to miss it! See you Thursday at 2."

Millie liked the control she had established over the beautiful young wife since she talked her into doing some chamber work, and she wanted more. She was sure she knew how to get it. What an asset the gorgeous, young mother was for the chamber, but she could do so much better.

As Deanna hung up the phone, she had very mixed emotions. How, she wondered, could just his name have that effect on me? I'm different now. Strong. I'm a mother. My feelings have changed for Dougie. I have a wonderful position and so many new friends. Fuck Bob Newell, and a building can't hurt me. Besides, Millie would protect her.

But Deanna didn't sleep well that night.

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By the day of the ribbon cutting Deanna was feeling good again. She spent the morning in the new, local day spa and let them pamper her as only a professional spa staff can. Natalie was safely in the care of her nanny, where she spent much of her time, and Deanna spent a long time dressing. She wanted to look perfect for her husband.

She finally decided on a beautiful and very expensive linen suit. The jacket and skirt were a beautiful mint green, the loose tank top deep pink. She decided against a bra and panties because the restaurant staff was very discreet, the lighting was very low, and the tablecloths very long.

Deanna studied her body in the full-length, triple mirror and really, really liked what she saw. She felt sorry for all those silly men she had teased, but even she couldn't blame them for their feelings. She was, she decided, a very, very desirable woman, and she loved to taste her own cunt even if the flavor was on a man's fingers or cock. She understood what they found so appealing.

Everything, from her beautifully coiffed hair to her freshly pedicured toes, was absolutely perfect. Her reflection had turned her on, and she felt a little evil as she lifted a breast to her mouth. She first licked then sucked on her right nipple, and got a little taste of her own sweet mother's milk. She decided to sample the milk from the left one as well. And then both of them again.

By the time she made herself stop, her breathing was ragged, her face and upper chest were glowing with a red sexual flush, her breasts were swelling, and her pussy had gotten very wet. Each jumbo nipple was shining with a combination of her saliva and milk.

Jesus Christ, what are you doing? she thought as she looked at herself in the mirror. A wicked little grin formed at her lips. The jacket would cover any wetness, and wouldn't Dougie be surprised at what he would discover at dinner. Let everything leak, she thought, I'm sooo hot for him.

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The ribbon cutting went off without a hitch, and everyone loved the revamped look of the club. The new equipment had cost a fortune, as had the renovation of the locker rooms. And God only knew what the price must have been to add a lap pool in existing space.

People were enjoying the appetizers and a punch that was stronger than it should have been. In fact the pitch of the conversations and the laughter were sure signs that everyone was probably getting a little tipsy. Deanna had had more than anyone else because Millie kept filling her glass, insisting that Deanna be ripe for Dougie.

A half hour in, Millie slipped away from the gathering via private back steps. When she closed the door behind her, she could hear Bob moaning softly. At the top of the stairs, Millie could see Bobby lying across his desk just as she had left him. Bobby liked the same things that kept her Wally faithful after that one little episode with Deanna.

Millie had arrived early at the club, and had met Bobby in his office. They plotted and planned, and then she had him strip down for her and lay across his desk with his head dangling over his chair. She had put clamps on his nipples, and several clothespins on his huge ball sack. She bent and gave his huge, straining cock a kiss, then left him to join the celebration.

The pain had gotten worse with the passage of time, and he began to breathe heavily and sweat. It was hard not to move, but Bobby wanted to please the older woman. She was only gone for 30 minutes but it seemed like hours.

"Hello, Bobby. Doin' okay?" Miss Millie asked upon her return. "You look so pretty like that.

"Well, our little victim is ripe and ready and it looks like you are too."

Miss Millie pulled her skirt up and straddled his face. She pulled the clamps off his nipples and delighted at his loud groan. He was such a good cunt lapper. Miss Millie knew she wouldn't take long. She really didn't want to.

"If you're a real good boy today, I'm going to give you a special treat. You know Wally's big, heavy leather belt?" Bob moaned from between her silky thighs. "I feel strong today, Bobby. I'm going to use it on you...for a long time."

With that Miss Millie came all over Bobby Newell's face.

"Now get cleaned up and get down to the party as soon as you can." Miss Millie rearranged her skirt and hurried down the stairs.

In the meantime, Deanna had finished another drink, enjoying the feeling that was sweeping over her. She had found a quiet corner and was working herself into a lather thinking about what she and Dougie would do in the restaurant tonight.

"Hi, sweetie, Miss Millie's here." Millie found her in the quiet place and had walked around her so that Deanna's back was still to the crowd.

"Thinking about tonight, honey?" Deanna blushed. She certainly was, and she was so hot she was about to go crazy. Miss Millie read her mood perfectly and stroked the young wife's hot face.

"Ohhh," Deanna said, "your hand feels so cool." Miss Millie continued to stroke her face and then her sensitive throat.

"You are such a beautiful girl. Dougie is so lucky." Miss Millie was staring directly into Deanna's beautiful green eyes. Then her hands left the throat and she ran the backs of her cool fingers down inside the loose tank top, feeling the huge mounds of Deanna's breasts. The wife gasped.

"I can see why all the men come running when you're around. My god, your skin is like velvet. And your nipples...my good God...your nipples are huge. And so wet."

Had Deanna been thinking at all, she would have been at least surprised that her much older friend was being so incredibly intimate with her. Millie was touching her like she owned her.

The tank was loose enough that Miss Millie was able to get her hands up the front of it. She had to raise it to capture both breasts, but so what. The strong hands of the old woman were kneading her tits, milking them, and one old knee was grinding into the young mother's cunt mound. It all felt so good that Deanna groaned into Miss Millie's ear.