Madison never called me for help, probably out of embarrassment, but feeling like she had gone behind my back and hooked up with George, I took great pleasure in turning her life upside down. I had no idea that there would be incidental benefits to me, as her financial situation worsened, and she started to reach out in desperation for a lifeline.
I called the Orange County Fire Authority first, to report an illegal dwelling above a business in Fashion Island. Madison's boss, who was gay and had nothing to gain by helping her out, had turned a blind eye to the fact that Madison was squatting above her workplace. The small room, zoned as it was for commercial office space, was not adequately ventilated for habitation, and the attending firefighters had no choice but to ask Madison to vacate the place.
Even though Madison's boss had ignored the fact that she was living at work, the discovery of her illegal dwelling spurred him into action, and he disclosed it to the corporate office of Tom Ford, disavowing any prior knowledge of it. This resulted in the immediate suspension of Madison's employment, for misappropriation of company property. The Store Manager reported her car as abandoned also, as Madison had parked it behind the store, while she tried to scrape together the cash to pay the registration fee.
Madison had nowhere to go, no money in the bank, a negative rental history having been evicted from her last apartment, few friends or family, and was really clutching at straws when she called me. She basically begged me for a place to stay, offering me anything I wanted sexually, in return.
"One night, Madison," I told her. "You can stay with me for one night, to focus and get your shit together."
Two firefighters escorted her to my place, her car having been towed for expired license tags. They helped her carry her stuff in through my garage, both of them laden with arms full of lingerie. It seemed that all Madison owned was La Perla underwear, and a few dozen pairs of designer shoes.
"Toss it all on the bed," I instructed the young guy, as he struggled to assess our relationship.
"Your mom seems very upset," he began, taking an errant guess that I was Madison's son.
"Thanks man, I will keep an eye on her," I assured him, not bothering to correct his assessment of our relationship.
In truth, I was more interested in what his partner was doing with Madison, as he tried to put the moves on her. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him give her his business card, and whisper something to her. She smiled sweetly at him, but as soon as she came into my kitchen, I noticed that she tossed his card right into the trash. I had to smile at the naivety of the young firefighter, and admire his self-confidence. Despite being a good-looking, in-shape guy, he had no hope of getting with Madison, on his eight grand a month salary.
Once the young guys left, I gave Madison the once over. She had definitely aged since I first met her nearly a year ago, but it was a bit of a stretch to assume that she was my mother. I still found her extremely desirable, although I tried to suppress my feelings for her, because I knew that she would use them to manipulate me.
Manipulating men was all that Madison knew, and she was an expert at it. Not only was she a Newport Beach ten (on her best day), but she was also my first true sexual experience, which made for a pretty irresistible combination.
As she stood before me in a silk camisole, a pleated silk skirt, and some matching stockings, I felt a wave of jealousy wash over me. Had she stood before George in such an alluring and coquettish manner, inviting him to enjoy her sexual talents? Was she planning on telling me about the three day encounter, in which she drained his nuts so thoroughly that he didn't ejaculate for a week after she left?
My cock stiffened in my pants as I visualized them fucking in the shower, and I felt my resolve weakening, my erection stepping forward with a willingness to make all of my decisions. I wanted to know if she was wearing any panties, and if so, were they the expensive LaPerla brand that she favored? I also wanted to know how her stockings were staying up. Were they thigh-highs, or was she wearing a garter-belt? Had she self-lubricated after the firefighters had brought her home, especially as one of them had asked her out?
"Pete," Madison said, breaking me out of my trance. "Thanks for letting me crash here tonight."
Madison approached me slowly, her blue eyes twinkling devilishly, as she tried to forge a connection between us.
Her timing wasn't the greatest. I hadn't had sex for three days, which for me was an eternity. Madison had spritzed herself with the perfume that I loved, reminding me of all the times I had jerked off with her scented panties, after the last time that she left me.
She was in a poor physical condition having endured some fairly rough sex for a month, but her mental state was of greater concern. On the verge of a breakdown, she needed some tender loving attention, but she had come to the wrong place. I was still very mad at her for the way she constantly tried to upgrade her position in life, by attempting to manipulate a new man. Living with Baldwin, and then allowing him to discard her and gift her to his son, had gone horribly wrong for Madison and now she needed a soft place to land, to pick up the pieces.
My apartment has four large ocean-view, en-suite bedrooms, but I wasn't going to allow that cheating bitch the luxury of sleeping in one of them. I made my conditions very clear to Madison.
"One night, and you may sleep on the floor at the foot of my bed, like the dog you are."
"Thanks Pete," she said humbly. "I really appreciate it. I owe you big-time."
Even though I agreed with her assessment that she owed me big-time, I knew her choice of words was designed to offer me sexual favors in exchange for a roof over her head. I wasn't opposed to such an arrangement, but my sexual proclivities had changed since I first met, and fell in love with Madison. Heavy-petting and an over the jeans handjob wasn't going to cut it anymore. I had matured, and so had my sexual desires.
I was in the mood for a blowjob though, and I told Madison. She smiled agreeably and started to head in my direction.
"Crawl to me, Madison," I said, reveling in the new power dynamic between us.
Madison flashed me an icy stare as if to ask, so this is how it's going to be? It seemed like she quickly remembered her situation, and in an instant broke into a very accommodating and agreeable smile. She sank to her knees, put her hands down to adopt the doggy-style position, and crawled over to me, like an obedient little puppy. As she put one leg before the other, her pleated skirt rose up over her slender thighs, and my question about her stockings was answered, as I saw the straps of her garter-belt peeking under her skirt. Once she got between my legs I spread them apart to allow her to get comfortable, as I anticipated her being on her knees for an extended period of time.
As I admired my million dollar view, my ex-girlfriend knelt before me with her back to the ocean, and a view of my belly button. I thought I was over Madison, but as she unzipped my jeans with her perfectly manicured hands, she took me right back to the first day I met her. No matter how many chicks I brought home, or how much sex I had, I just couldn't resist this woman. Her scent, her blue eyes, her pheromones, were irresistible to me, and she knew it.
I took in a sharp breath as her glossed lips enveloped my stiff cock. She looked up at me, as if to seek my approval, her eyes mocking me as we both knew she was going to break me. The thing that separated Madison from all the other girls I dated, was that I thought about her when she wasn't around. The other women had my attention when I was with them, but the second they disappeared from my sight, they were out of my mind.
Madison knew all of my hot buttons, physical and mental, and as I approached my orgasm, she started to talk dirty to me, just the way I liked it.
"I like sucking you off, baby," she confessed. "I like the noises you make just before you come, all excited like a little boy. Do you want to know who else whimpers before he comes?" she teased.
"Oh fuck, Madison," I cried out, "you are killing me, baby. Who?"
"Baldwin," she taunted me, "cries like a little girl just before he blows his wad."
Even though I knew she was making it up, it still turned me on immensely to hear about her exploits with other men, particularly guys that I had met, and could visualize fucking her.
"That guy is hung like a horse," she continued, "and he loves anal."
It was the thought of Baldwin kneeling behind my girl, balls-deep in her anal passage, that pushed me over the edge. I came so hard I saw stars, and I instantly realized that I really missed Madison, and her ability to rock my world. Madison, presumably in an attempt to secure a place to live, continued to suckle my cock until long after I came in her mouth. Predictably, I started to harden, my already short refractory period decreased by Madison's ministrations.
Madison got up off her knees, reached under her pleated skirt and removed her panties.
"You still make me wet, baby," she teased, showing me the liner of her silk undies, that was soaked with her vaginal secretions.
The old me would have been very flattered by her assertion that I made her weak at the knees, however, after all the bullshit Madison had put me through, I was a little more skeptical.
