Madeline lets the Ambassador cum on her tits.

Madeline didn't want the old man cumming inside of her. Maybe she was being prudish, maybe she just figured it would be a change of pace for the old man. He had seemed to enjoy her breasts jiggling as she had ridden his too large cock. But most men enjoyed her breasts. So she rode his cock a few last bounces-she felt like he was stabbing her innards with each hump. Madeline felt he was going to cum soon. Fortunately he gave plenty of clear indications.

"Yesssssssssssssssss yesssssssssssss!" he kicked his legs out and could Madeline have seen his toes they would have been curling.

Madeline sat up off his cock then moved to her knees then used both hands to jerk his cock. Her soft breasts added different sensations to his large black dick and he cooed then moaned loudly.

"Oughhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" he let out a low rumbling moan of pleasure as he looked down and saw Madeline stroking his cock through his climax.

She stroked his cock and pointed his head at her breasts. It turned into a veritable pearl necklace as his ivory goo shot from his ebony member--his first salvo going far enough to hit Madeline's chin, the rest landing on her chest and tits proper. Madeline worked out the black man's cum even as he moaned.

"Uygh! Ghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Ooooh dammmmmmmmmmmmmmmn." he let out as he let out yet more warm cum. Maybe it had been a while, or his saggy balls had more to him than first let on. In either case, Madeline made a mess all over herself. As she finished milking his cock she saw the old man look down at her.

"Fucking hell Miss Blackwater," he breathed deeply--age not doing him any favors "you sure know how to work out a deal."

He didn't begrudge her the pull out method. This was the wasteland and any woman foolish enough to let a man finish inside of her was either a depraved whore or wanted a family-otherwise they took the risk of dying in child birth with primitive medicine still the mainstay in the most of the Post-Great War world.

"Some deals are harder to messier than others." she grinned, a mess on her breasts and trickling down her neck. He smiled a big toothy grin, his white teeth contrasting with his black skin. "So what is it you know?"

"Well making deals is something I could use your help on. Seeing as how you need something I think I know where you can get it." he said zipping his pants back up as Madeline used her fingers and hand to clean her face of slowly congealing jizz.

"What do you mean?" she asked standing up and motioning for a rag of some sort. He scrounged through a desk draw and found a dirty handkerchief. She didn't want to know what was on it already. She wiped away as he continued.

"You seem like just the person who might be able to...well...*convince* the Boomers of an alliance with the NCR."

"The Boomers?" Madeline mused.

"You must be from somewhere far from here." he laughed in surprise. "The Boomers are a group of reclusive tribals or something or other out north of Hoover Dam. They own Nellis Air **** Base. And old pre-war military base. The Boomers have some of the heaviest artillery around. Hell--even Caesars's Legion doesn't fuck with them."

"So you want me to get them to ally with you? How does that help me?" Madeline crossed her arms a ting of anger in her voice, fearing that she just got on her knees for nothing.

"Anyone who isn't an idiot knows that all the firepower and tech they have means they must have come from a Vault. Besides--the military in the pre-war would want to have had a secure location near such a vital base. Surely you can talk to them about this ERMA thing. They don't live in a vault any more--so maybe you can also convince them to give that to you."

Madeline wrinkled her nose. He had a point.

"And it seems like you are hiring me at this point? In an official capacity?" she questioned.

"Thats correct." the Ambassador nodded "The NCR wants you to do this on the up and up. You can have the ERMA as payment."

"And if they don't have an ERMA?" Madeline gave him a sideways glance as she finished wiping most of the cum as best she could away and zipped up her suit.

"Well--the NCR will pay you for your troubles. Things are heating up at Hoover Dam and we need all the help we can get stopping Caesar's Legion." he scoffed at the mention of the Legion.

He paused then jokingly added:

"Heh if you could kill Caesar I'd be sure to get you that Erma thing too hahaha."

"Is that an option?" Madeline asked.

"Are you serious?" Ambassador Crocker said staring at Madeline in disbelief.

"I like to know my options." Madeline said seriously.

"If you can kill Caesar I will make sure the NCR will find you that Erma--doodad or whatever the hell its called. I don't care if we have to strip every vault from here to San Fran. We would get you that part. But come on--its suicide. Maybe stick to convincing the Boomers?"

Madeline considered her options--she could try and convince the Boomers to support the NCR in their struggle against the Legion or she could try and kill Caesar. She stood there a moment and then decided...