This chapter can be read alone but benefits from the context of Chapters 1 and 2.
Dedicated to Boxwood and all those folks who are "lost" and hoping to be "found" by someone like Briana.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older.
Chapter Three
Melissa Osborn.
Melissa Fucking Osborn.
The name of the Osborn Enterprises CEO reverberated through Daniel Ackerson's addled head.
The handsome and professionally eminent middle-aged executive had been humiliated in public places by Briana Drake and was now face to face with Melissa Osborn, his biggest business client and also his most recent lover. The busty, vivacious redhead gave him a disgusted and dismissive glare as he stood before the reception desk of the downtown Philadelphia Ritz-Carlton hotel.
Why the glare? During their torrid fuck session Daniel got an urgent call from Briana and left Melissa without a word of explanation. Then he reappeared at the hotel in ruined suit pants and covered in piss and missing his room key.
Before his hook-up with Melissa, Daniel was sent to Briana's BDSM-themed bar at the suggestion of Joey, a bartender at the Ritz-Carlton, though Daniel wasn't informed what kind of bar. Daniel was bored, but his evening got much more exciting when he found himself outside the bar in an alley, jacking off while pining for Briana's bare breasts. Daniel didn't know he had a latent submissive streak a mile wide, but Briana (and Joey) did, making him easy prey for Briana. Daniel didn't know at the time that Joey was an occasional sub of Briana's and was repaid with sexual favors for referring likely "clients" to Briana.
Daniel heeded her irresistible siren's call, and by doing so irritated the living shit out of his hot-tempered benefactor and lover. Unfortunately (or maybe fortunately) for Daniel, Briana got wind that Daniel was fucking Melissa and decided to teach him a lesson by pissing on his face in a public park with strangers watching. Daniel couldn't believe that it happened, but even more surprised that he was sexually aroused by the public humiliation.
Daniel's mind went back to this need Briana had tapped in him and wondered again where this irrepressible desire for submission had come from. He'd had a normal boyhood, no mother issues, attracted to girls from the start and had the usual teenage nerves about calling girls for dates. Even though he turned into a good-looking man, he still had profound insecurities around women, a trait Briana was quick to spot and exploit. Daniel was a follower, not a leader, and Briana's no questions asked attitude brought him to heel within minutes. After all, she was a tall attractive strong-willed woman who had no trouble subjugating unwitting men like Daniel.
He never stood a chance.
So there Daniel was after his latest encounter with Briana, standing in the lobby of an exclusive hotel, his expensive suit reduced to tatters, and smelling to high heaven of piss. The key card to his room was inadvertently thrown into a trash can along with his urine-soaked suit coat so he was at the front desk to ask for a new one.
Melissa happened upon him, still tipsy from a full night of drinking. Daniel scolded himself for staring at Melissa's big tits, calling to him from the low cut "V" in her short, curve hugging dress. Even big shot CEO's like Melissa Osborn, founder of Osborn Enterprises, one of the largest freight forwarders in the country, could be wanton sluts. Daniel knew this from first-hand experience.
Melissa tottered closer to Daniel in her stiletto heels and then crinkled her nose at his stench.
"My God, you smell like piss," Melissa said, disgusted at Daniel's smell and appearance, and still mad at him for his hasty departure.
"May I help you?" a cheery desk receptionist asked, trying to keep her facial expression positive in light of the ridiculous situation.
"Uh . . ." Daniel started to say, highly embarrassed to be the center of attention. Despite it all, he had a raging erection in his pants.
Melissa grabbed Daniel by the ear and jerked him away from the counter.
"This one's with me," she declared. The clerk instantly recognized Melissa as she was the organizer and sponsor of the conference that took up most of the hotel's capacity.
"Of course Ms. Osborn." The clerk would shortly run into the back room and tell everyone that Melissa Osborn was going to take a piss-soaked man to her suite. That tidbit qualified as major gossip. Melissa was a frequent visitor to the hotel and had a well-earned reputation among the hotel staff for her promiscuity. Melissa was living proof that slutdom had no socioeconomic borders.
Melissa towed Daniel by the ear to the elevator. There was a middle-aged couple waiting, but when they saw (and smelled) Daniel, and backed away.
"Up we go," said Melissa, then gave a scolding look to her charge, but also wondering why there was a tent in his pants. "Now where the fuck have you been?"
I'm not sure you'd believe me if I told you.
The elevator whisked past floors 2, 3 and 4 before Daniel could formulate an answer. He tried to ignore his attraction to Melissa, given his slovenly condition and his extreme lack of manners in leaving her in the bedroom. He finally started his confession.
"Drake's. It's a club run by Briana Drake."
"So?"
What do I say next?
Daniel was embarrassed, even talking to a woman as drunk and uninhibited as Melissa. "She . . . she made me do things . . . naughty things."
"Are you sure she made you, or did you want to?" Melissa demanded of him, knowing it was the latter. She didn't believe that anyone could "make" Daniel be on the receiving end of a piss shower. Daniel was going to be the keynote speaker at Melissa's employee benefits conference attended by all of the regional managers of Osborn Enterprises. He was one of the leading experts from the largest employee benefits consulting firms in the country, a smart man projecting an air of self-confidence. He was fully capable of saying "no," but obviously didn't.
The elevator arrived at the tenth floor. They were standing outside Melissa's penthouse suite, but she wouldn't open the door until she got an answer.
"What kind of naughty things?"
Daniel had no option but to confess. "She took me to a public park, invited strangers over to watch, stuffed her panties in my mouth and then pissed on my face."
Just talking about it made Daniel harder. Melissa couldn't help but see the bulge in Daniel's torn pants was pulsing.
"Looks like you were thinking with your dick."
I was.
Satisfied that Daniel was telling her the truth, Melissa opened the door to her suite and Daniel followed her in. They entered the living area and went through a set of double doors to the master bedroom of the two-bedroom suite on the way to the bathroom. The bedding was still scattered all over the floor after their early evening fuck session.
"Wait here," said Melissa, pointing to the middle of the master bath. "Don't move and don't touch anything."
She went into the closet to retrieve a plastic laundry bag. She handed it to him.
"Get undressed and put all your clothes, including your shoes, into this bag. I'm going to put it out in the hallway and you can take it when we're done here. Get into the bathtub."
Melissa started the water as Daniel stripped out of his clothes, having to peel his shirt off his back because it was soaked. A phone - the phone Briana gave him -- fell out of his pocket when he took off his pants. Melissa picked it up and put it on the bathroom counter.
Daniel got into the tub as it filled, the hot water soothing his nerves. He leaned back and closed his eyes. He couldn't get Briana's image out of his head. He still wondered how she so quickly brought him to his knees. His cock stirred in the water as he thought about jacking off while looking at Briana's breasts. His right hand went into the water to stroke his hardening cock.
Melissa came back in. She looked so sexy in her short, low-cut dress. The bright bathroom lights highlighted all the tiny freckles on her face, chest and arms. Daniel couldn't help but stare at her big, juicy lily-white breasts.
"You like those, huh?," she asked as she got on her knees next to the tub. She used a cup to pour water over Daniel's head and then squirted a large dollop of shampoo into her hand.
Melissa was captivated by his tale. She'd already soaped most of his body, except his penis. She lathered her hands and then submerged them, finding his hard cock. Daniel's description of the night's events excited him once again. Melissa wrapped her hands around his tool and started pumping them up and down.
Melissa, you gorgeous slut.
"Oh God, yeah baby," Daniel moaned. The feel of Melissa's soap slickened hands was exquisite. He started thrusting his hips, creating waves in the tub.
Melissa dropped the spaghetti straps over her shoulders and unclasped her bra. She leaned into the bathtub. Her big, freckle covered tits were exposed and practically touching his face. "Did Briana show you her breasts like this?"
"Uh huh," Daniel grunted. Melissa's hands were working magic on his cock.
"But I bet she didn't let you suck them did she?"
"No," said Daniel glumly.
"But you wish you could, don't you?"
"Yes."
"Suck my tits Daniel. Close your eyes and pretend they're Briana's. Can you do that?"
Melissa pulled Daniel by the hair and mashed his face in the valley between her melon sized rounded tits. His tongue came out and licked the luscious valley floor, and then sideways on soft, supple skin to her long, brown nipple, vacuuming it into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. Her fingers were interlocked around his cock, pumping it almost to the point of pain. But Daniel's thoughts were with Briana.
It feels like I'm sucking on Briana's tits. Oh God, I'm going to cum again . . .
Melissa knew Daniel's trigger when his cock twitched. She let go, much to his dismay.
"We can't have that now, can we?" she teased. Daniel desperately wanted to bring himself off, but Melissa wasn't having it. At least, not then. She felt she had partial repayment for his betrayal, and besides it was fun. She leaned backwards to retrieve a fluffy white bath towel. Daniel stood up in the tub, sexually frustrated but fully amped up. She tossed him the towel.
"Time to get out."
Daniel dried off and then wrapped his towel around his waist, wondering what the mischievous redhead had in mind. His question was answered when Melissa shimmied out of her dress, which left her wearing only her panties. She looked spectacular for a woman in her early 40's, a trim frame with large, rounded breasts, pale white skin and freckles galore on her face and chest. Daniel's cock stirred once again at seeing the nude, and very desirable, redhead.
Melissa went into the bedroom and sat on the bed.
"So Briana didn't let you touch her?" Melissa asked.
"No."
She spread her knees apart to reveal her skimpy panties. "Well that wasn't very sporting. Since you like to be told what to do, why don't you take my panties off with your teeth? If you do, there's a prize waiting for you."
"I like prizes," said Daniel with a sparkle in his eye. The teasing was delicious.
"You'll like this one. Tell me you want me more than Briana."
Daniel hesitated for a moment since it was untrue.
Briana's not here. There's no harm in telling her what she wants to hear.
