Lost Ch. 03: The Final Chapter

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.

Daniel got on his knees. "I want you Melissa. More than Briana."

He inched forward until he was between her legs. He bared his teeth and snagged the waistband of the lacy panties, pulling them away from her body, allowing him a glimpse of the tuft of red hair above her labia. Melissa lifted her hips off the bed to let him tug them off. She lifted one foot, and then the other, freeing the panties. Daniel held them in his mouth like a retriever with a duck, displaying it as one of his prizes.

"Good boy," she said, patting him on the head. She leaned back on her elbows and spread her legs further apart, flaunting her wet pussy. "Now do what you're supposed to do."

He dropped the panties buried his face in her hot snatch, sucking and licking her soaked pussy. He luxuriated in the moist heat between her legs and her rich, gamey scent. Her snow white thighs quivered beneath him.

"That's it . . . right there," Melissa said breathily, though he needed no encouragement. It was exactly where he wanted to be.

Daniel's tongue explored every fold and crevice, lapping up the copious amounts of nectar off her reddish-brown pussy hairs. His hands went upwards to fondle her silky-smooth breasts. Melissa's thighs tightened around Daniel's head as he brought her to an inevitable orgasm. He felt them tremble as she arched her back and her muscles tightened. She was cumming in waves, and he went along for the ride, licking and sucking as her body heaved with pleasure.

Please don't make me stop.

As Melissa's body floated to earth, she eased Daniel's head away from her, basking in the aftershocks of a soul satisfying climax. Daniel sat on his haunches, waiting for Melissa's next command.

Ask me. Ask me to do anything.

"This Briana person. I can't get it out of my head that you dropped me like a hot potato. Tell me that you only want me."

Daniel hesitated, which infuriated Melissa. She grabbed him by the hair.

"You shameless slut. Tell me now or get out!"

Why am I holding out for Briana when I can have Melissa?

He bowed his head low to the ground.

"I only want you Melissa," he said softly to the floor.

"Louder."

"I only want you," Daniel said in a strong voice.

Just as he was pledging his fealty to Melissa, his phone rang. Melissa ran and snatched it off the bathroom counter before Daniel could get there.

"Who is this?" she demanded angrily. Daniel was horrified but didn't make an effort to fight her for the handset.

Daniel heard talking but couldn't make out what was being said by Briana.

Melissa's face was hot. "Oh you? The person who pissed on Daniel?"

Daniel could hear a muffled female voice.

"You make me sick," said Melissa.

Daniel's shoulders slumped. If it wasn't already done with Briana, it was now.

"Well same to you . . . bitch," Melissa half-shouted. She ended the call and tossed the handset to Daniel.

"I guess she knows where I stand," the redhead said with a smirk.

"You didn't have to do that," said Daniel.

"Didn't have to do what?" asked a female voice that entered the room.

Daniel whirled around. It was Briana, wearing a short, tight fitting red cocktail dress that was slit on the side almost to her waist, exposing her long, elegant legs. She had a bemused look on her face, as did Melissa. Daniel knew his mind was being fucked with once again.

* * *

Time stopped for Daniel. Briana and Melissa watched the confused man, the gears spinning madly in his head.

Melissa . . . Briana . . . they set me up. From the very beginning.

As the true situation dawned on Daniel, the redhead went over to Briana and knelt at her feet, bowing low to the floor. Daniel had a frog in his throat and struggled to speak.

"Melissa . . . she's a sub of yours," Daniel finally uttered.

"How clever of you to figure it out Daniel. I thought you'd never catch on so here I am," Briana said haughtily. She tapped Melissa on the head. Melissa stood up. Briana kissed Melissa's pouting lips, but her eyes were focused on Daniel, and his reaction. After all, Briana was getting off on Daniel's mind fuck as well.

"I missed you," Briana said to Melissa's green eyes. The Domme had a soft spot in her heart for her big-titted playmate. It was Melissa who engineered Daniel's fall from grace, engendering no end to the fun they'd have with plumbing the depths of Daniel's submission.

"And I you," said Melissa, recalling the many fuck sessions she'd had with Briana on her frequent business trips to Philadelphia. Melissa was an oversexed redhead who had no boundaries when it came to satisfying her sometimes deviant desires.

"So what are we going to do with Daniel?" Briana asked herself, putting her finger to her lip, as if Daniel couldn't hear her.

"My guess is you have a plan," said Melissa.

"I always have a plan."

Briana turned to Daniel. "You're with me."

Oh shit.

Briana stripped out of her clothes and donned a robe. She tossed one to Daniel. The two of them left the room, in the hotel's monogrammed white fluffy robes and nothing else.

* * *

Daniel followed Briana to the elevator his mind still adjusting to his new situation. It seemed to him that Briana knew everything about him, and what was coming, and he knew nothing. No one had ever had this much control over his life, and he loved the feeling. He watched Briana's purposely sway her ass as she walked, getting excited at the prospect of a new adventure. They got into the empty elevator cab. Daniel watched as she pushed the top button for the penthouse level. It was marked "Pool/Spa." He'd visited the hotel many times, but never had time to use the pool.

The elevator door opened and through a glass security wall Daniel saw the shimmering blue tinted water of the pool and steam rising from the spa. Briana used a key card to open the door. It was dark and eerily quiet, with only the low hum of the pool filter as background noise.

Daniel glanced over at the sign posted on the wall:

Pool and Spa open at 6 a.m. and closed at 10 p.m. No lifeguard on duty.

Briana saw the concern on Daniel's face.

"Don't worry. I cleared it with the front desk."

Briana turned the wall mounted timer for the spa to "20." The jets started bubbling.

"Get in," she said. She reached over. "Give me your robe."

Daniel reluctantly surrendered his robe. He stood there shivering in the unheated pool area.

"Well get in," she said impatiently.

Daniel dipped his toe in the tub. He was never fond of hot water.

"Ooooh,"he cried out, pulling his foot back.

Briana rolled her eyeballs. "Really?" she asked in disgust.

Daniel gritted his teeth and lowered his body into the steaming hot water. After the initial shock he found it soothing and settled into the bench seat. Briana stood over him. Daniel couldn't help but see up her robe, the curve of her thighs up to that shadowy sweet "V." His cock was fully erect. She did that to him.

She opened her robe and showed him her sex. She ran her finger up her slit and presented it to him.

"Do you want this?" she asked, of course knowing the answer.

"Yes," said Daniel, looking longingly at her pussy juice-soaked finger.

"Beat off for me Daniel. Show me how much you want me. I'll let you lick my finger after you cum."

Daniel wanted nothing more than to please her. He got out and knelt on the pool deck. He started stroking his cock as his eyes focused on Briana. He had never felt this kind of intense pleasure. He watched her eyes as he masturbated.

Daniel watched Briana back into the shadows. He felt the familiar tingle in his penis and panted, about to spurt his seed on the pool deck. Just as he was about to cum a large metal flashlight rapped on the glass wall, the sound reverberating off the concrete floor and startling Daniel.

Daniel shielded his eyes from the bright light. The flashlight was being wielded by a female uniformed hotel security officer of Amazonian proportions. She used her key card to open the door and stormed in.