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(MF, nc, v, murder, ws) *** Deedee stood at the curtained window of her bedroom, her iPhone in her hand, a wonderfully curved, soft plastic dildo clamped tightly in her throbbing vagina and watched her lovely older sister kill their father at the side of the pool. Margo emptied her little Beretta into Roger Morgan, the CEO and majority owner of Morgan Oil, at point-blank range, and Deedee could see that there were spots of their father's blood on her sister's new, white bikini as she snapped in another 7.65 clip from her purse. The girl watched, mesmerized as her father's body bobbled on the blue waters of the pool, staining the water, and Margo went to the pool house and killed poor Jose, the boy who brought them drinks and lotions with three close-range shots to the head. "Damn," said Deedee aloud for Jose had been fun in bed, and she had spent hours teaching him how to lick her properly. Deedee took one more picture as she watched her sister throw her gleaming pistol out into the Bay and then stalk back to the house, smiling. She saw her sister find her cell and make a call, she assumed to 911. By the time the police arrived, Margo had on a Dior wraparound and a silk cover-up and was loudly distraught with a wonderful story of masked gunmen. Deedee went to her sister's bathroom and retrieved the bloody bikini and put it in a plastic bag. Then she sat and looked at the photos in her iPhone and smiled. She retrieved the curved dildo and slipped it back in place and did her morning Kegel exercises as she decided what to do next. The girls' brother was an institutionalized drug- ruined wreck who had been declared incompetent by the courts. Margo would become the head of the multi- billion dollar oil empire her grandfather had built. Deedee would have to finish high school, she decided, and then move to avenge her father, her long-time lover, and take control. Shortly after the funeral 22-year-old Margo Morgan made herself the president and chief operating officer of Morgan Oil. Her first action was to fire all five of her father's mistress-secretaries, pay them a bonus and have them barred from the property. Her second was to hire her lesbian lover as her personal assistant and to arrange to have the family that provided both her brother and her father with recreational drugs eliminated. That required five murders by an IRA offshoot and a major fire and cost her more than a million which was written off in the advertising account which insisted in an endless series of TV ads that all the company's profits were plowed back into research and development. Deedee meanwhile returned to her posh private school and finally succeeded in seducing her handsome English teacher, copulating with him in his home several times and then sending pictures of them making love to his wife after carefully placing her little phone on the dresser while she undressed. She was especially proud of the sound quality of the short video. The son-of-a- bitch had called her cute and made her suck him. Deedee had been initiated by her handsome father when she was barely thirteen, and he had taught her both positions and techniques to give and receive sexual pleasure and visited her bed on a weekly schedule. By the time she was sixteen and watched her sister commit murder, she had enjoyed a number of eager lovers including poor Jose as well as his predecessor whose name she could not remember. In her senior year her most constant fuck-buddies were a Princeton junior, her music teacher and the family pediatrician. She got it at least weekly, even if she had to let one of the boys who begged her for hook-ups get a chance at her ripe body. She usually regretted those decisions when the stupid stud mounted and came in five seconds or less. The Monday after she graduated and received an Aston Martin V-8 Vantage roadster from her sister as a present, she came to her sister's office with her attorney, a man she had fucked several times in his office and promised to marry after she spent an hour teaching him cunnilingus. They demanded that her sister give her 50% of her stock and make her vice- president and CFO of the corporation. Margo laughed. Her sister then displayed on her iPad the series of pictures she had taken of Margo killing their father and the pool boy. "What do you want for those?" Margo asked, slumping back in her big chair and looking disgusted. Deedee smiled. "I think I'll take it all, bitch, all your stock, 67% of Morgan Oil. I'll keep you on as CEO, pay you minimum wage, but I'll be president. And you'll become the company slut. How's that? And I'll expect you to eat me every Friday morning." "And him?" Margo asked, pointing to the lawyer. "I own him. He's a pedophile with a taste for little boys. If I wish, he will kill himself right here and now." "Is that true?" Margo asked the man. The handsome lawyer nodded as a tear ran down his cheek. She laughed. "Get out," Deedee said curtly. "This is now my office. You may take your tame doxy with you, right down the hall, that empty office where poor Mr. Philips use to work before you bought him out. What did that cost us?" "Forget it," Margo snarled. "No teen-aged bitch is going to take over my company." "Now," said Deedee to her cowering lawyer. They grabbed Margo by the elbows, dragged her to the floor- to-ceiling widow, levered it open and shoved her out. Screaming and waving her arms, she fell sixteen floors to the concrete apron below. The young lawyer, his heart beating rapidly, turned to face the lovely Deedee, who had promised him wonderful things, even marriage. He saw her smile and then he cried, "No!" as she shoved him backward out the tall window and he fell, cartwheeling, to his death. Deedee sat on the soft leather chair and picked up the phone. "Call 911. Say there's been an accident," she told the woman who responded. Once things settled down, Deedee's first hire was her Princeton lover on the day after he graduated. She made him her PA, paid him $200,000 and spent hours teaching him cunnilingus. Once a week, she made him strip and lie on the office rug and she brought him off with her feet. That was when I came into the picture and learned all of the above from Deedee as I drove her about and made love to her. In six months, I owned her. She would do absolutely anything to have me drive my thick rod into her and pound her until she screamed and begged. But I was very careful. I recorded all our conversations in the Rolls, and she knew I was not to be discarded as she had gotten rid of some lovers, including her boy from Princeton after she discovered him dallying with a girl from the secretarial pool. She hated to fire him because his tongue was so wonderful. As she had asked, I disposed of his body in three different states and gave her his pickled penis which she kept in a lava lamp in her office. I won't tell you how she killed him; it's much too gross. Finally one Monday, after three or four months of increasingly heated and almost daily couplings, I decided to make my move. I was making about a thousand a day, $350,000 a year, but there was a lot more to be made, millions more. When I brought her to a squealing climax in her office chair, I got to my feet, wiped my mouth and sat on the side of her big desk. "I'd like to be CEO and own a share of the company, say a third, about half of your share." She laughed. "I'm serious. I've taped your confessions of murder. I know what happened to your sister and, of course, to poor Bruce." She reached in her top drawer and produced a small stun baton and clicked it on. Before she could aim it, I twisted it from her grip, placed it between her luscious breasts, right in the deep cleavage her business suit revealed, and pressed the button. She gasped, shook and went limp. When she awoke, she found herself naked and hanging upside down from the shower rod of her executive bathroom while I leaned back on the sink and flipped the stun gun from hand to hand. "Did you know this thing had various settings?" I asked calmly. "Fool!" she sobbed. "I'll have you skinned." "Since you don't want me as a partner, I'll take a buyout. How about ten million? I'll give you my account number and you make the deposit by e-mail or telephone. OK?" She laughed. I inserted the small baton in her vagina, screwing it in and ignoring her cries of pain. 'Now, I'm going to give you a shot on low, understand?" I stuffed a washcloth in her mouth and hit the button. Her body jerked and her eyes got very big as she snapped her head from side to side. Tears ran down into her dangling hair. I pulled out the washcloth and tossed a cup full of water on her engorged labia. "The price is now fifteen mil," I said calmly. "You can take it out of petty cash I'm sure, hide it in development, exploration." "Go to hell," she said. I jammed the baton back into her pussy and screwed it deep. "Don't," she begged. "Please don't." "Fifteen," I said. She nodded, "OK, OK, bastard." "Make it twenty, you stupid bitch." I brought her the phone from her desk. She pushed buttons and said, "Hal, make a cash draft for twenty million. I've got a chance to make a great buy, prime land leases. We'll get it back. Bring it up for me to sign." We waited and I ignored her begging to let her down. I answered the knock, looked at the draft documents and thanked the young man who delivered them. I took a pen to Deedee, made her practice signing while upside down and then she signed where the X's were made. I thanked her and then rummaged in her desk and found the drawer with a half-dozen toys. I selected a vibrator with a timer setting, set it for five-second intervals and took it to the bathroom. "Deedee, my love," I said, as I inserted the device deeply in her pulsing vagina, "when I get this deposited and cleared, then moved to another offshore account, I will call and ask someone to come to your office." "Bastard," she sobbed. I pushed the slim device a bit deeper and turned it on. My bank called their disbursing office and accepted the draft. It was in the Caymans in thirty seconds and then in banks in Switzerland, Singapore and Bahrain a minute later. I made the call and then bashed my phone with an ornate paperweight and tossed the scraps into several baskets. A month later, in London, I could feel someone following me. I turned a corner and stopped and the dark-skinned man hurried past. "Wait!" I yelled at him, and he stopped and turned, looking surprised. The silenced gun in my pocket coughed three times and he was down with three hollow-points in his chest. I went back to my hotel and called Deedee, using her private number. "Look, Sweetie," I said, "I don't want to kill you, have you blown up or incinerated, but you know I can afford to have it done. So stop. Don't send any more assassins after me or I swear I'll do it." She laughed and hung up. When she got to work the next morning around ten, her boy-toy was tied up in her closet with a pencil shoved up his limp cock and her phones and alarms were disconnected, her cameras dead. When she strode in, I locked the door behind her and stripped off my latex mask and dark wig. In went the ball gag with the cord tight behind her head and then I took my time undressing her and then clamped her wrists to the back of an aluminum chair with steel handcuffs. She looked up at me and shook her head as I stripped and my big cock unfolded and quickly filled. Deedee had as fine a body as any female I have ever been with, ripe and succulent. I found some lubricant in the bathroom where I had left her only four weeks before, greased her anus and sodomized her until I ejaculated in her ass. I was tempted to make her suck me clean but was afraid she would bite me, so I washed my cock, stroked it hard which didn't take long with such a luscious morsel bent before me and then raped her good and proper, leaving her vagina torn and bleeding. I glanced at the clock. It had taken almost ten minutes. I sat in her chair and explained the situation to her. She could die painfully there and then with a taser gun up her ass or she could decide to leave me alone. She nodded, her eyes begging. I took out the gag and she said, "I promise." "Lick it," I said, holding out my dripping cock. She did. "Suck it, gently." She did. I pulled out, then pissed on her, and then dressed. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 74