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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

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