Message-ID: <7435eli$9801181713@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: down ranger! ooh ranger! oooh! Subject: Madam X (1/2) by Phil Phantom (incest, predo,dog,MFmmf) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <34C11EFC.64B1@hotmail.com> PART ONE OF TWO The following story is an uncensored sexual fantasy involving practices that are illegal, immoral, socially unacceptable, and messy. Only mature adults with a firm grasp on reality should venture further. This story promotes nothing, and nothing in this story should be taken seriously. Readers are cautioned not to attempt any of these acts without professional guidance and a net. If you are underage, hit the 'Q' key. Reading stories like this can make you go blind. If you are a servant of the Lord, looking for sinners to convert, study this story and memorize it. This will help you recognize sinners when you see them. Good luck, and avoid mirrors! Phil Phantom "Madam X" By: Phil Phantom Brandon Hightower was more than a boss, he was a great guy and my best friend. We served in the same army outfit but at different times. We hit it off right away. I advanced rapidly in his company, occupying a management position for which I was totally unqualified. With his help and patience, I slowly learned the ropes. Brandon was a frequent visitor to our home, often staying up late with Judy and I, laughing, drinking, and telling crude jokes. We also attended his parties, though Judy and Brandon's wife, Estelle, did not get along. Estelle is a cold, scary bitch. I never understood what Brandon saw in her or why he put up with her shit. Brandon was a randy, fun-loving, huggie-bear kind of guy in his late forties. He had a reputation for chasing skirts. His hand prints were all over the young things in the secretarial pool. A few of our employees shared their beautiful wives with their horny boss and were richly rewarded. Some others shared their wives unknowingly and only their wives were rewarded. Brandon enjoyed telling me of his conquests. I knew that one day he would make a move on Judy. I stealed myself for that day. I resolved to be one of the husbands that got rewarded, but I was in no hurry to join their ranks. I dropped several hints that I would not freak out if Judy ever cheated on me. I made sure that he understood I did not want to be like Phil Rowland, totally oblivious while practically everyone in the company knew that the boss was balling his old lady. I thought Brandon and I had a good unspoken understanding. I was on my way to see Brandon in his office after a brief business trip. As usual, our first order of business was for him to catch me up on his sexual adventures. I pulled up a chair like a little kid waiting for grandpa to tell a war story. I was hoping to hear about Madam X. She was ostensibly one of the executive wives. Brandon would not tell me whose wife, but I surmised it was Greg Anderson's. He was the only one with three kids still living at home of the right ages and sexes: boy 16, girl 14, boy 12. When Brandon first told me about Mrs. X, I suspected he was talking about my Judy. We also have three kids that fit the story, although Stevie is 13, not 12. Although I was not an executive, Greg's wife, Jennifer, was not exactly the raving beauty that Brandon described Madam X to be. Judy was. As the story evolved over a couple of months, I knew it wasn't Judy. You see, Brandon has a thing for getting the kiddies involved in the mother's activities. He really gets off on humiliating the mothers, forcing them to share their infidelity with their children. His favorite act was to actually fuck a woman in front of her children. I knew Judy would never, under any circumstances, permit that. Hell, she just started making love with the lights on a few months ago. Except for a few unguarded moments, they never saw her naked, and those instances had also not occurred until recently. Judy was loosening up, and I attributed that to Brandon's open flirtations. Brandon made her hot. He tongue-kissed her, and felt her up in front of me or anyone else. The night before my latest road trip, Branded stopped by for drinks and laughs before going home to the ice queen. After he left (after leaving his prints all over my wife) Judy fucked my brains out. Afterwards, she sat straddling my loins with my spent cock still inside her. She told me what a sexy man she thought Brandon was and that if I didn't watch her closely, she might be bad. I just smiled and covered my eyes, peeking through my fingers. She laughed and playfully slapped my arm, saying, "I'm serious." I said, "Sweetheart, I don't make you wear a chastity belt. You're a big girl. If you think you can handle Brandon, knock yourself out." She smiled mischievously and said, "How do you know I'm not already?" I grabbed her hands and rolled her onto her back. She squealed as I straddled her middle, pinning her hands out. I looked hard into her laughing face with mock disapproval and said, "So you're the new boss' whore, huh? I heard he had a hot new slut that was insatiable and would do anything to satisfy her horny cunt." She coquettishly bit her lower lip then said in a sultry voice, "No, but he has made it quite clear that there's an opening." "Have you applied for the position?" "I could." It was more a question asking permission than a tease. I sat up and released her hands. My expression took on a serious countenance. I said, "Yes you could, but you be careful. Brandon is way over your head, Judy." Her smile left her face, etched by concern tinged with fear. I could not tell if it was fear of my reaction or fear of Brandon, but I knew she was being pressured by Brandon and holding something back. I waited for a confession, but she remained silent. I decided to let her tell me in her own time. We kissed, rolled apart, and went to sleep. As I neared Brandon's office, I wasn't sure if he had a new episode in the exciting adventures of Madam X, or was ready to tell me about he and Judy. When I returned from this trip, I knew something had happened. Judy could hardly look me in the eye. Whatever had happened, the kids knew something. They all shared a dirty secret. At the dinner table, Mark and Stevie almost cracked up when in response to my innocent question about how Judy had gotten along in my absence, she said, "It was hard without you, dear." Jennifer, my fourteen-year-old, blushed. Judy quickly changed the subject asking about my trip. Throughout dinner, I could not help recalling the past episodes of Madam X. It had started as a simple affair, a behind the scenes fuck. Then, Brandon started dropping by when the husband was out of town. Mrs. X tried to discourage this when the kids were about, but Brandon had his hooks in her. She'd eventually go with him into the bedroom and make all the noise he insisted she make with the kids in the next room. From there, he progressed to making her go out in the nude to get him beer between fucks. The first time, he had to force her out of the bedroom. She almost tripped over the three kids who huddled behind the door. After that, she would do as he said, walking about the house stark naked with his cum drooling from her pussy. From then on, she had to remain nude from the first fuck until she walked him to the door, sometimes late the following morning. He would not permit her to clean his semen from her body whether drooling from her ass or cunt, or running down her face. She had to wear it proudly. >From there, they began screwing with the bedroom door wide open and the kids making constant walk-bys, eventually becoming stop-bys, not bothering to hide the fact that they were watching. The last episode I heard had the kids standing in the doorway, watching mommy get plowed doggie style. I wondered what stage Judy and my kids were at after my four day absence. What had my kids seen or heard? Obviously something. I ignored the tension and pretended everything was normal. That night, I expected Judy to fess-up. She said nothing, just rolled over after a peck on the lips and went to sleep. I fully expected Brandon to lay it out for me, and was slightly disappointed when he smiled and launched into another episode of Madam X. He wasn't even interested in my trip, but I was immediately interested in the episode. I could tell by the way he was acting, it was good. He slapped his thighs, leaning forward in his huge leather office chair and said, "Pete, my boy. I've got the bitch almost fully trained. Last night was the ultimate coup. I took her by the hand, both of us naked as jay birds, and went out into the living room. I sat on the sofa with the older boy on my right, the girl on my left, and the little one at my feet. I stroked my dick while X stood there red as a fucking beet with her little boy staring up her right leg right into her pussy. "I could tell she hated this. I didn't have to say a word. She knew what she had to do. While the kids watched, her eyes kept wandering to my big old dick. She stood there for about a minute, then said, 'You bastard,' and then she straddled my thighs and reached between her legs. She took hold of Brutus and guided it to her snatch as the kids peered around her ass to watch Brutus slide into their mother's hot box. She sank on my pole and groaned. Took it all in one steady pass. "My boy, that is the power. Brutus power. I think she'd mount Brutus at a board meeting with her old man sitting in." "Jesus Christ, Brandon! I don't know how you do it." "Shit, you should have seen her after she got going. Hell, she even turned around so the kids could get a better view. All three got down on the floor. She had her feet wide out at the sofa's edge, leaning back against my chest, lifting that tight pussy up and down on my rod, rubbing herself off and screaming 'Fuck me! Fuck me!' It was fucking beautiful, man. The best one ever. Afterwards, I made her lie down on the floor and beat off while me and the kids watched. "She ate that shit up, Pete. Couldn't get her legs wide enough apart. Hell, she tried every position she could get herself into, and she is a limber bitch, too." This caused an alarm bell to go off in my head. Greg's wife was not a limber bitch, but Judy used to be a gymnast. I thought, "No, it had to be Brandon exaggerating." He went on, "She was fucking incredible, Pete. Sucking fuck off her fingers and doing the standing splits with one foot pointed at the ceiling, her crotch aimed at the sofa. She held her right leg up with her right hand around her slim, trim thigh and pounded her open cunt with the left, crying, "Oh God help me, I love this!" "Christ, Brandon, tell me, who is this bitch?" "All in good time, my boy. I ain't finished training her yet. One of these days, I'm going to stop by when the family is eating dinner. I am going to walk right up, strip her, and fuck her right on the god damned table." "With her husband there?" "Damn right. Wouldn't be any fun without him." "He still doesn't know anything?" "Not that I'm aware of." "Aren't you worried he might object to this?" "He won't say a fucking word if he wants to keep his job and his wife." "Damn, Brandon. I sure hope you never put me in a spot like that." I saw the gleam in his eye. "Yeah, and if I did, what would you do?" I thought for a moment. I knew this was my chance to get him to tell me what he did with Judy. I submissively shrugged and said, "What could I do? You'll never get that far with Judy, though. She might fuck you. In fact, I know she will. She might even let you do it in my bed when the kids are home. That's about it, though." "Well, Pete, that sounds to me like you are throwing down the gauntlet. Brutus can't take a challenge unanswered." "I didn't mean it to come out that way. What I meant was..." "No, stop right there. I accept your challenge." "But..." "No but's'. Now here's the deal. If I can get Judy to do everything Madam X has done, you concede her to me. She'll fuck me or whoever I want her to fuck for as long as I sign your paychecks. Furthermore, you not only put up with it, but assist in any way I might require. To ease the pain of losing, I'll move you to the executive suite. How does VP of marketing sound with a six figure salary?" "It sounds great, Brandon, but I really don't..." "Pete. The wager is made and accepted. All I want is your hand on those terms and conditions." I felt trapped. He seemed so confident. Sweat beaded on my brow. I tried to imagine Judy in Madam X's place, but just couldn't. Finally, I offered my hand and said, "Okay, you got a deal, but what do I get if you fail?" We broke off the firm handshake. Brandon sat back with a smile and said, "We won't need to discuss that. You see, Pete, Madam X is Judy." My jaw dropped as Brandon reached into his drawer and pulled out twelve eight by ten glossies and tossed them in my lap. I looked down and saw a picture of Judy, naked and sweaty, sprawled on her back, legs straight up in a wide "V", and working a large cucumber in her wet pussy. At the top of the photo were three pairs of little feet. The others were even more obscene and showed the faces that belonged to the feet. Mark was wide-eyed watching his mother finger her ass while rubbing her clit. In another, Stevie gazed on her beaver while lying on the floor between her legs, propped up on his elbows, cupping his face that was a mere inches from her working fingers as they lewdly displayed her pussy to him. There were six shots of Mark and Stevie double-teaming their mother. I could not believe it was my wife under my sons. She appeared to be enjoying their attentions. In all of the shots, Jennifer just looked stunned. The last few were of Judy and Jennifer. Jenny looked intently at the spread her mother presented to her alone. Judy had backed up to Jennifer's position on the sofa, actually straddling Jennifer's knees. She was bent over and reaching between her own legs to fan out her vulva. The camera lens must have been near Judy's thumbs, because her clit hung at the top and her wet fingers framed Jennifer's face in the background. It was obvious that Jennifer was staring into her mother's gaping, cum-drenched pussy hole. Brandon had come around his desk and up on my left, peering over my shoulder. He said, "You'll like the next one better." I took a deep breath, then looked beneath the picture. It was like being hit by a truck. Judy had mounted the sofa, still facing away. Her feet were far out near the back, wide out on either side of Jennifer. Judy had her hands on the floor outside of Jennifer's feet. She bowed her back to thrust her beaver in Jennifer's face. Jennifer had to pull her head back to avoid the obscenely spread beaver. The shot was taken from profile. I was afraid to look at the next one. It was the same pose, only the camera was looking down from Jennifer's forehead straight into Judy's crotch. This time, however, Judy's clit rested on Jennifer's chin, drooling cum onto poor Jenny's face. Brandon commented, "Judy didn't like this at all. It took a great deal of persuasion to get her in that position. She liked the next shot even less, at least for the first few minutes." I nervously looked at the next shot. The truck backed over me. I let out a moan as I saw Judy standing straight up over our lovely daughter with her cunt over Jennifer's upturned face. All you could see of Jennifer's face was her chin. Long lines of shiny liquid streaked her young neck. Judy's sex was mashed to her mouth. Judy grinned glassy-eyed at the camera with both hands mauling her tits. The shot must have been taken several minutes into the pose as the passion on Judy's face was undeniable. Brandon offered, "Jennifer didn't seem to mind, except at first. Mark had to hold her head steady while mommy got her cunt over Jenny's mouth. She started using her tongue after a minute or two. Don't feel too sorry for her." It was the last picture. I sat in a stupor as Brandon returned to his seat. He sat back smugly and said, "No hard feelings Mr. VP?" I shook the cob webs from my mind and focused on him, still in shock. I hung my head slowly in defeat, amazed that I could get an erection after what I'd seen. The photos in my lap hid that fact, but I think he knew. He smiled and said, "Good, now, we have a little problem. I think I went a little too far last night, as you can see. I got carried away; what can I say? I'm afraid Judy is a little freaked out. That's to be expected. She'll get over it. The problem is, we don't have much time, and I'm going to need your help with this next assignment." "Assignment? What assignment?" "As the new head of marketing and keeper of my whore, this covers two areas of your responsibility. The firm is in deep trouble, Pete. We need the Okida deal. If we don't nail it down, we go into chapter eleven bankruptcy. It's that simple. If that happens, this place will look like a ghost town. Your office included. If we pull out of this, I'd put you back on, you know that. The trouble is, it might take years to get back. Chances are, we'd go completely under. We must nail this deal, Pete." "I'll do my best, Brandon, but I don't know shit about marketing." "To get Okida's business, you don't need to know marketing. All you need is a gorgeous blond willing to fuck a large black mutt at a secret convention of Japanese war veterans. I think they want to dress her up like the Statue of Liberty, put a Rising Sun bandanna on the mutt, and watch him fuck the shit out of her. He promises to return her unharmed but well-screwed. Frankly, I don't see how she'll get well-screwed by a bunch of seventy and eighty-year-old men, but that's their admirable goal. Banzai! "Well, anyway, that's what he wants. She can't be a hooker. She must be straight, pure as snow, and an absolute beauty - a big-titted, all-American, blue-eyed blond. Know anyone that fits that description, Pete?" My stomach tightened in a knot. I said, "Brandon, not Judy. There's no way. Sure, she'll play games, get a little crazy, but fuck a dog at a convention? No way, Brandon. There's just no way that will ever go down." "Look at that last picture again, Pete. Did you ever think you'd see Judy grinding her fresh-fucked cunt in her daughter's face, knowing she was being photographed." I looked at the shot once more. It was an incredible sight. My cock lurched. He went on, "It actually got better. I ran out off film, otherwise you'd see. After Judy climaxed, she remained over Jennifer's mouth. She even lifted up and looked between her legs to watch Jennifer lick at her dripping snatch. She got so hot, she started rubbing herself off again, telling Jennifer to lick harder and deeper. Hell, she was up there for almost thirty fucking minutes. I had to make her climb down to give her a parting fuck. That wife of your has one hot and horny cunt on her, my boy." "Yeah, but to fuck a dog. I don't know, Boss." "Well, we're going to try and you're going to help. Okida put me in touch with a special breeder in Oregon. They're flying out their best trained stud: a big black lab named Ranger. From what I hear, all Ranger needs is to be near a cunt and he takes over. The dog is due in at noon. I want you to pick him up and take him home with these instructions: You must keep the dog indoors at all times except to walk him on a leash. You can not shut any inside doors. You may not restrain him, admonish him, or do anything that might upset him. You tell Judy that we are taking care of this valuable animal for our best customer while he's visiting the states. You tell her that this animal is highly trained and if he picks up any bad habits, or shows any change in behavior after your caretaking, you lose your job. Another thing, the dog hates women in shorts or pants." Brandon sat back and smiled. I said, "Come on, Brandon. Judy isn't stupid. She will see she's being set up. You may as well tell her not to wear anything but a dog collar and crawl around on all fours." "Yeah, and if I did, she'd probably do it. I know she'll see through this, but it will give her an excuse to feel trapped and helpless. Besides, she needs to work up to this. Let her try and fend off Ranger. It ought to be fun to watch. I hear he gets down-right nasty if he doesn't get what he wants. He won't bite, but he can sure growl mean. I think Judy will come around." "What about the kids?" "What *about* the kids?" "We can't hide this from them." "How about that! I guess Judy will have to figure out a way to keep Ranger interested in her and not Jennifer, huh?" "Jennifer has to wear a skirt too?" "Rules are rules, Pete. Look, pal, I'm going to fuck your daughter. Judy knows that and accepts it. I think you know it, too. After last night, I think Jennifer knows it. At least she knows who's in charge. I don't really give a shit about getting her cherry. In fact, it will be better for her if I don't. I'm sure Ranger isn't as big as me. Besides, he can't get her knocked up." I stood and paced, running my hands through my hair. I forgot about my hardon, now harder than ever. Brandon's laugh drew my attention as he said, "Looks like you have a big problem there, Daddy. Have the hots for little Jenny, do you?" CONTINUED -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |