Melissa took a firm grip of his hand while polishing off her martini. She set the empty glass down on a nearby table and pulled Daniel towards the bank of elevators. She pushed the call button, and when the door opened she tugged on his arm to follow her into the cab. She waited for the door to close before she deftly unzipped his pants and slid her hand inside his boxer shorts and pulled out his penis.
“Well hello,” she said, feeling the contours of Daniel’s thick, hard cock.
The elevator started up to the tenth floor, Melissa’s floor. Melissa dropped to her knees and started sucking on his cock. She was an expert cocksucker and Daniel groaned and slumped against the wall of the elevator cab as Melissa went down on him. He had a clear view down her garishly low-cut dress and could see almost all of her magnificent breasts. He had completely lost control of his body and felt the familiar tingle that told him he was about to cum. Melissa sensed it as well as Daniel’s cock pulsed in her mouth. She pulled off. Daniel groaned.
“We need to save that for later,” she said as the elevator “dinged,” announcing their arrival on the tenth floor. She helped Daniel stuff his cock back into his pants as they made their way to her room. Daniel was now in the moment, swept away again by lust, realizing he was about to fuck Melissa Osborn, the most important client of his employment consultancy firm. He knew it was a dangerous step, and potentially a career ender, but he was way past the point of no return.
Melissa wobbled as she pushed her way into her room. It was one of the hotel’s best suites and had a panoramic view of Philadelphia’s downtown. Melissa went straight to the minibar, pulling out a small bottle of gin and a can of tonic water.
“Want one?” she asked, popping the top on the tonic water.
At this point, Daniel was on autopilot and acting on his base impulses as well.
“Sure,” he said, reaching into the compact refrigerator to grab a two-shot bottle of Wild Turkey. He twisted off the cap and took a swig. He scrunched his face, and then drained the rest.
“That’s the spirit,” she said, toasting him with her glass before downing half her drink. “But we didn’t come here to drink did we?”
She unzipped the back of her dress and let it fall to the floor. She was wearing a sexy matching bra and panty set. She waited a moment before taking off her underwear. She wanted Daniel to watch her strip. She unclasped the back of her bra and shrugged it off. Daniel had always wondered what her breasts looked like and seeing them made him involuntarily lick his lips. Daniel’s reaction wasn’t lost on the redhead.
Melissa dropped her panties to the floor and exposed the light red hairs of her pubic patch.
“Come here,” she said, pulling on Daniel’s belt. Daniel took one step forward as Melissa pushed down on his shoulders so he was kneeling. She moved forward so her bush was right in front of his face. She was wet, and her earthy rich aroma was a natural attractant for his tongue. He buried it inside her creamy snatch, thrusting his tongue inside her. She sighed as she ran her hands through his thick, dark wavy hair.
“That’s . . it,” she said in halting breaths. Daniel’s face was lost in her pussy.
Daniel’s hands went up to fondle her big, soft pillowy breasts as he ate her out. Melissa backed herself to the bed, falling backwards onto it. She raised up her knees and used her hands to pull them towards her chest, exposing her brown pucker. Daniel’s tongue wandered lower, rimming her.
“Ahhh . . . you dirty little boy,” she said, feeling his wet tongue drag across her asshole.
Daniel was lost yet again, this time in Melissa’s sweet ass. After years of sexual neglect, he was suddenly mired in a night of debauchery. He explored every crevice of her pussy and ass with his lips and tongue, all the while stroking his tumescent erection. It was heaven for him to indulge his kinks. Finally, she could take no more.
“Fuck me,” she demanded.
Daniel quickly shed his clothes and crawled up on the bed, positioning himself between her legs. He rubbed the head of cock against her pussy lips, lubricating it, and then inserting it between them. He savored every moment as her velvet tunnel squeezed and pulsed as he penetrated her.
He quickly achieved a rhythm with her. He loved watching her big tits flap around as he slammed his hips into her.
“Yes . . . yes . . . yes,” the oversexed redhead wailed. She was about to have a glorious, drunken orgasm. Daniel plunged his cock into her balls deep, cumming inside her. It was his second mind blowing climax of the night. Just as his hips were flush against her ass he heard a new ringtone, one coming from his pant’s pocket. He threw himself off the bed, snatching the phone out of the pants pocket and answering it before the second ring.
“Hello?” he said breathlessly.
“What the fuck!” screamed Melissa. Daniel’s cum was still leaking out of her pussy.
“Who’s that?” Briana asked.
“Nobody,” Daniel answered without thinking.
“The fuck it is,” said Melissa.
“Are you having sex?” Briana asked.
Daniel was hesitant to lie.
“Yes.”
“Get your ass over to the club. It’s a ten-minute cab ride. I’ll give you fifteen. If you’re not here by then, this is goodbye.” She hung up the phone.
“Who was that?” Melissa demanded, now sitting up with a cream-filled snatch. No one dropped her like a hot potato, least of all someone like Daniel, who was beholden to her company.
“Someone who needs to see me right away.”
“Now?”
“I’m sorry,” Daniel said, scrambling to put his clothes back on.
Melissa’s face was hot. “You can’t do this.”
“Goodbye Melissa.”
Then he was gone.
* * *
Daniel ran for the elevator, frantically pushing the call button.
Fifteen minutes. I’ll never make it.
An elevator arrived, and as luck would have it, it stopped at practically every floor on the way down. When it finally reached the ground floor, Daniel pushed his way out first, ignoring the angry stares of the other passengers. He ran through the lobby and out the main entrance. He spotted a lone cab waiting on the curb. He jumped into the back seat.
“Mr. Elliott?” the driver asked, turning his head back.
“Yes,” said Daniel. He’d never pilfered a cab before, but it was a day of firsts for him. He handed the driver a Drake’s business card with the address on the front. The driver looked at it.
“The desk clerk said you were going to the airport.”
“Change of plans.”
The driver nodded his head and started the cab, pulling out of the driveway. Daniel looked out the back window, seeing a man with a roller bag chasing them. His heart sank as he recognized the man as David Elliott, a co-worker who helped him set up for his speech the next morning. Undeterred by his pangs of conscience, he beseeched the driver to go faster.
“Hurry,” said Daniel. “There’s an extra fifty in it for you if you can get me there in five minutes.” Daniel looked at his watch. His fifteen minutes was over in six minutes.
“OK,” said the driver, stomping on the gas pedal. Daniel saw David slowing down, then waving his fist. Daniel prayed that David didn’t recognize him.
Daniel’s eyes were glued to his watch as the cab sped towards Drake’s. It pulled in front of the ivy-covered brick building exactly fourteen minutes after the phone call. Daniel threw seventy dollars on the back seat and sprinted out of the cab. Briana was waiting just inside the front door with her arms folded against her chest.
“Ten seconds to spare. Fucking another woman Daniel?”
Briana looked stunning in a short summery dress, though she was wearing comfortable shoes instead of heels. She had a smug look on her face when she saw that Daniel was still wearing his suit, ripped pants and all.
“I’m sorry,” said Daniel, hanging his head low. He felt guilty, as if he’d betrayed Briana, even though he’d only met her earlier that day.
The Domme put her hand under his chin and lifted his head so she could see his eyes. She saw remorse, but also lust. Briana was an expert at engendering those emotions, and also using them to control her subs.
“But maybe after tonight you’ll make it up to me. Then we’ll be even,” she told him.
David shuddered.
Even? My God. What has she got planned for me?
Briana smirked. She could see the gears spinning in his head.
“Let’s go,” she said. She led him to the emergency exit at the rear of the club which opened into an alley. There was a shiny red Corvette convertible parked where Daniel had knelt and masturbated earlier that evening.
“Road trip,” she said. She pointed to the passenger door. “Get in.”
* * *
The car rolled to a stop across the street from a busy bar filled with young people, probably college students. The noisy crowd had spilled out onto the sidewalk. Briana parked the car, got out and walked around to the passenger side.
“Showtime,” she said.
There was a small park across the street from the bar, screened by a long low hedge that ran parallel to the sidewalk. Briana led Daniel to a grassy area on the other side of the hedge. There was no moon, though there was faint light from a streetlight.
Now what?
“Spread your jacket on the ground. Then lay on top of it face up. Now.”
Daniel was far past argument and complied. He was staring upwards at a handful of stars in a dark sky. He saw Briana hike up her skirt and take her panties off. She held them in a wad over his mouth.
“Open.”
He obediently opened his mouth and received the sopping wet panties. He could see up her skirt and the promised land of her golden triangle. His cock rose up in his pants as he tasted and smelled his Mistress. Briana turned on the flashlight on her phone and pointed it across the street, waving it to attract attention. Finally a group of partygoers saw the light and crossed the street to investigate. Daniel heard loud voices approaching them. His stomach turned into a knot.
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