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Deedee Gets It
by Realoldbill (address withheld)
***
The moral of this story is probably that crime
sometimes does pay. But then you knew that. (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
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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.
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