Trust Fund Baby Pt. 08

Once I was completely erect, Madison leaned forward so that her ample breasts hung just above my cock. I began to reflexively thrust my hips skyward, trying to make contact with her boobs. As if she was a mind-reader, Madison began to coat her tits with the Aloe Vera lotion, and when they were sufficiently lubricated, she held them together and offered them to me with her practiced innocence.

"Do you think it would make you forget about your boo-boo if you tit-fucked me?" she teased, minimizing my injury with her childish characterization.

I could barely squeak out an answer, such was my level of arousal, so I nodded my head. She lowered her tits onto the tip of my cock, and parted them slightly so that I could enter the valley between them. Then as I began to thrust between them, she started to taunt me, knowing that this would greatly increase my enjoyment of the impending orgasm.

After a few thrusts, she took the head of my cock between her freshly glossed lips, and began to suck me off. I continued to thrust my hips forward until she let my cock-head slip from between her moist lips and spoke again.

"Why don't you fuck my tits, Clarkson style?" she offered, as she released the grip on them and started to roll over on her back.

While I wasn't thrilled with the idea of her referring to this specific sex-act by her lover's name, I did want to climb on top of her and tit-fuck her to completion, using the additional leverage provided by me being on top, to speed up my climax. After Madison got comfortable on her back, she squeezed some additional lotion between her tits, and invited me to mount her.

This position felt much better, and as soon as I began to thrust between her freshly lubricated tits, I knew I was on the road to orgasm.

"You can tell Liv to join us, if you want to enjoy a rim-job while you tit-fuck me," she offered, putting me in an impossible position.

That sounded like a fantastic idea, but Olivia had really been put through the ringer in the last few days, and my concern for her mental well-being, over-rode my desire to enjoy the two of them simultaneously. Well, at least temporarily, as Madison raised her head and whispered seductively in my ear.

"Liv is my toy, to do with as I wish. I am offering you her soft eager lips and tongue on your ass, while you fuck my breasts. Think about how good that will feel when you blow your load, baby," she said quietly.

I let out a whimper of anticipation, and we both knew immediately that she had broken my resolve to treat our house-maid with respect.

"Olivia," I said weakly, "can you please join us?"

"Liv," Madison corrected me sternly. "You will call her Liv. Don't make me have to remind you again. Besides," she added, "she won't hear you from here. However, I bought a whistle which you can use to summon her."

I wasn't at all comfortable with the thought of summoning my good friend with a whistle, and initially declined the offer. However, as Madison kept me on edge by slowing down my frantic thrusting motions, while simultaneously whispering the delights that were on offer, should I deign to call our house-maid, I broke down and gave the whistle a hearty blow.

I wasn't expecting it to be quite so loud, but seconds after the high-pitched, shrill noise reverberated around my condominium, Olivia appeared at the doorway, still naked and clearly available for either of our needs.

Madison looked up at me expectantly, and then took the tip of my cock back between her lips, leaving me to communicate my desires to our young house-maid. I was getting closer to my release with every passing second, and it was this overwhelming desire to improve my orgasm, that prompted me to speak.

"Liv," I began quietly, trying to convey my respect for her, even though I had addressed her using Madison's preferred moniker. "Could you please help Madison me get off?"

Olivia knew exactly what was expected of her, and slowly approached our bed. Madison however, was not happy with the way I had verbalized my desires, and removing her lips from my cock-head, spoke up forcefully.

"Tell the bitch exactly what you want from her, Pete," she demanded. "Stop pussyfooting around it."

Olivia froze when Madison issued her strongly-worded instructions, and it took me verbalizing my desires, to get her back in motion.

"Liv, can you please lick my ass?" I asked, as politely as you can phrase such an impolite request.

"Of course, Mr. Pete," she responded cheerfully. "It would be my pleasure."

As the two girls attended to me in unison, Madison holding her surgically enhanced breasts together and sucking my glans, as I rocked forward and fucked her oily mounds, while Olivia licked and nibbled my rosebud, I felt my nuts tighten, and knew I was close. I didn't even need to tell the girls, their intuition matched only by their enthusiastic approach to my pleasure. A few moments later, I erupted in Madison's mouth and realized that she had done a fantastic job of diverting my attention away from my injury.

Olivia waited until I had composed myself, before departing in silence, as Madison and I began to kiss.

"I am sorry I had to punish you," she said quietly. "I am hoping that one day our relationship gets to the point that you always do the right thing, the expected thing," she added.

"I deserved it," I said reflexively, regretting the words the second they left my lips.

The following day, when Madison was at the store getting some last minute things for Olivia's upcoming date with Maxwell, I tried to engage Olivia. I hated myself for not standing up for her, and found myself second-guessing my actions of the previous day.

"I should have told Madison to fuck off," I cried in despair. "I could have overpowered her, whipped her into submission in front of you, allowed you to take your revenge in whatever form you needed for closure," I added.

"You did the right thing," Olivia assured me. "We went another day without corporal punishment, and its resultant injuries," she added. "That in itself is a small mercy."

We exchanged a hug, two good friends caught in Madison's web, and powerless to escape, albeit for different reasons.

"It would have been nice to give her a good hiding with the cane," I offered, as we shared a smile.

"I would have beaten the crap out of her, dragged her by the hair into your shower enclosure and invited you to take a piss on her," Olivia added, "before we kicked her to the curb and lived happily ever after."

In that moment, as we shared our fantasy about one day being free from Madison, I made a decision. No matter what happened in my relationship with Madison, I would always take care of Olivia financially, until she no longer required any assistance. True to my prediction, Olivia and I remained very close friends long after Madison moved on.