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Persuasion

Persuasion

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Hearing the knock at the hotel room door, he looked out the peephole into the hallway. "What's Ariel doing there?" he wondered, as he began to open the door. He was about to speak when he was interrupted.

"Ok, Max, before you say anything," the slight blonde woman exclaimed, words rushing from her mouth "let me explain! I know you have an extra ticket to the concert tonight, and I really was hoping to go, and I know that maybe right now I'm not exactly at the top of your list for someone you want to do a favour for, but still, I thought there was no harm in me asking whether, maybe, there was some way I could talk you into letting me go? Maybe?" The cascade of words stopped and she stood there, bobbing slightly on her toes.

He looked at her as he stood with one hand on the door frame, the other holding the edge of the door, his body barring any access to the room. After a long moment he said "So. If I'm understanding you correctly, you've come here to see whether there's anything you can do, 'anything at all'" as he made air quotes with his fingers before putting his hands back in place "to persuade me to take you tonight? Is that the general idea?"

She smiled a bit nervously. "I, I was trying not to use, maybe, those exact words?" she replied.

"But that's the gist of your request?" he pressed, an appraising expression on his face.

"I, I mean, not literally ANYthing" she said, her eyes dropping "but, I mean, I, I do want you to feel it was worth giving me the ticket, yes."

"You want to make it 'worth my while'?" he said, raising an eyebrow in amusement.

She lifted her eyes and tried holding his gaze, but soon dropped her eyes again, saying something inaudible.

"I didn't catch that", he said. "You're here to do whatever it takes to get the ticket, are you?" A hint of a smile played across his lips. "To 'talk me into it' -- or, more than just talk, if necessary?"

Her voice just above a whisper, she replied "yes".

He smiled more broadly. "I'm sure we can work something out," he answered.

Looking up, she asked "can I come in now?" but saw that he had not moved.

Ignoring her question, he gestured with his chin towards her blouse and asked

"What are you wearing under that?"

She blinked in momentary confusion, then said "a...a camisole?"

He nodded contemplatively. After a moment he said "All right. Give me your blouse."

She swallowed nervously, then asked "can I come in first?"

"No" he replied, staring at her impassively.

Glancing apprehensively down the corridor, she said "um, oh -- oh-kaaaay". She slipped her purse off her shoulders, held it in slight confusion for a moment, then placed it on the floor near the door. Glancing around again, she undid the buttons, pausing as she finished the last one. She looked up at him hopefully, but found him just watching, no emotion on his face. Swallowing nervously she slipped the blouse off her arms and handed it to him. He took it and draped it over his shoulder, saying nothing.

In the silence that followed, she shifted uncomfortably, not sure what to do with her arms, trying not to cover her chest with them and betray how exposed she felt, but also struggling with the feeling of exposure.

After another long moment he calmly said "now the camisole."

"Oh Max, no!" she cried. "At least let me in first! Someone could walk along the hall at any moment!"

"Funny, I'd always thought of you as a smart one. You understand that's the point, don't you?"

"But -- oh gods -- but, but Max, I can't stand out here half-naked in the hallway!! You can't seriously want me to do that!"

He shrugged. "Up to you. Nobody's saying you have to. If you don't want the ticket..." he took the blouse from his shoulder and held it out to her, shrugging again.

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"Oh gods" she said "oh gods oh gods oh gods!" Her body a mass of barely controlled twitching, she said "Ok. But then you're letting me in, right?" He shrugged noncommittally. "Oh gods" she said, shutting her eyes for a moment and forcing her body under control.

After a few seconds, she said "Ok" again, just to herself. Then, holding a strap with her left hand, she wriggled her right arm under it and inside her camisole. Reaching from inside with her right hand she held the left strap, and with some awkward struggling managed to get her left arm inside as well. With a bit more manoeuvering she managed to wriggle the camisole halfway up her torso, grasped the bottom with her right hand, and with one clumsy movement tug it over her head. With her left arm already drawn across her chest, there was only a quick flash of bare breast visible as she tossed the camisole to Max and then hugged her right arm in front of her as well. "Happy now?" she said, a hint of exasperation in her voice.

Max smiled. "I am quite pleased with how this is going so far, yes" he replied. "It's obvious you REALLY want this ticket." A flash of dread crossed her face. "Now then", he said "I'm taking for granted that you are wearing something under that skirt..." Her eyes widened in alarm "...but there's no good reason you should be. You can keep the skirt -- lose anything under it."

"But Max!" she said, waving her shoulders, her whole upper body, in a vague gesture aimed at showing how crucially occupied her hands were "How?"

He smiled at her. "I believe traditionally one tucks one's thumbs into the waistband and pushes downward" he said condescendingly "but you are welcome to employ any technique you wish."

She let out a little "yeep" of exasperation and nerves, her body writhing. She turned down the hallway away from Max, then back to him, torn over her best choice. "Will you at least look away?" she asked.

"No," he replied, shaking his head slightly.

She turned to face down the hallway and stepped out of her shoes. Hunching into a half-crouch and keeping her eyes focused for anyone entering the hallway, she reached both hands under her skirt and wriggled the panties and pantyhose down close to her knees. She stood again, quickly covering her breasts with one arm, and struggled to keep her balance as she lifted one leg, then the other as she manoeuvered the garments down. More than once she was forced to reach out to the wall for a moment to steady herself, exposing herself but eventually pulling everything off. Clutching her arms across her chest and saying "There, finally, no thanks to you, ANYone could have seen me!" she turned back to look at Max.

What she saw instead was the last three inches of the door's movement as it clicked shut.

"MAX!!" she cried out, then in alarm dropped her voice to an urgent stage whisper. "Max! Let me in!!" She huddled into the doorway, arms clutched tight, occasionally glancing nervously behind her. "Max? Please?" she urged him.

After only a moment, the door opened again, and he stood there -- holding a silver ice bucket. "You see that side corridor down there?" he said, pointing, "About six doors along? I think that's where the ice machine is. You don't mind fetching some, do you? I don't have any at the moment." He held the bucket out to her.

She looked down at the bucket disbelievingly, then at Max, then down the hall, at the bucket again, then at him. "And then you'll let me in?" she finally said, desperately.

"I'll certainly then be willing to discuss the terms under which you can come in, yes" he replied, with a small smile.

Ariel swallowed nervously. "Terms?"

Max raised an eyebrow. "Have I mistaken your intentions? I understood you wanted to come in so that you could 'talk me into it'."

Ariel wriggled nervously, then reached out to take the bucket from him, hugging it to her chest as she hurried down the hall to the ice machine. A minute later, she came rushing back, still hugging it to her chest but saying "coldcoldcoldcoldcoldcoldcold" till she arrived at the door where Max waited. "You did that on purpose!" she said "This is SO cold!!"

He laughed. "No-one said you had to hold it against your skin. You seem determined to blame me for the choices you make." He reached out to take the bucket from her, which she relinquished, hugging her arms to her chest again for both warmth and modesty. He put the bucket down on the floor, resting his hands on the door and the jamb again, commenting "I'd forgotten I don't like ice."

She glared at him, and said "Ok, so, so, terms -- Max -- I want to come in, but I am not having sex with you!"

He looked at the ceiling, then reached up to scratch his jawline. After a moment he looked at her and said "Could you be more specific?"

"I'm NOT going to...you know," she said, waving her fingers in an attempt at a gesture.

He smiled with one corner of his mouth. "If I knew, I wouldn't be asking you to be more specific, would I?" he replied calmly. "Up to you, you're welcome to stand half-naked in the hallway for as long as takes you to find the right words."

"I'm not going to --" her voice dropped to a near whisper "-- fuck --" her voice rose again "-- you Max!" she blurted out, as she looked nervously around.

His hand resting on the door jamb, he drummed his fingers a few times, looking contemplative. She shifted timorously, arms hugged tight to her chest, occasionally glancing behind her. Finally he said "Would you like a pillow..." he paused "...to kneel on?"

Ariel's eyes dropped and she swallowed nervously. "That...would...be, be...nice, thank you" she finally said in a tiny voice.

Smiling broadly, Max pulled the door wide open and walked into the room, as she rushed in behind him, the door closing. She caught it, bending down to gather her clothing left on the ground outside, and pulled it in, shutting the door behind her. By the time she was done, Max was returning with a sofa cushion which he tossed on the ground just inside the hotel room door. She looked at him, at the cushion, and back at him, shuffling awkwardly, arms still clenched to cover her chest. "Are you...going to...get undressed?" she finally said.

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"I had been assuming you would take care of that" he replied "but you're the expert in matters of transactional blowjobs, so I'll defer to you." He began taking off his clothes.

"You don't have to be so rude about it" she said, lowering herself onto knees without using her hands, with some difficulty.

"No" he agreed "I don't have to be. And I repeat, feel entirely free to get dressed and leave any time you wish. But if you want the ticket, it's time to start being the slut you are trying to pretend you aren't." Naked now, his cock beginning to stiffen, he stepped in front of her. Looking down at her, as she was still covering her chest with her arms, he added "Are you really planning to do this without your hands? It's not like I've never seen your tits."

Sighing, she said "Fine, I might as well do this as quickly as possible and get it over with!"

Reaching out, she placed a hand under his testicles, the other forming a ring with thumb and forefinger which she began to slide up and down his half-hard shaft. He began to stiffen, and she brought her mouth up, running her tongue down the length of his shaft and back up again. She moved her mouth away, poised in front of him, the ministrations of her hand making him fully erect. Moistening her lips, she leaned forward, opening her lips wide and breathing warm air onto the head of his cock. Intending to close her lips around the head of his cock, she opened her her mouth wider...and a hand suddenly on the back of her head pulled her forward, his cock filling her mouth and pressing at her throat.

"HMMPHH!!!" she cried out in surprise. Pulling her mouth back, she exclaimed "Max! What the! What was that for! I do know how to do this!!"

"I'm sure you could supply a half-dozen testimonials to your fellatory abilities from last weekend alone, assuming they gave you their names before sticking their cocks through the glory hole" Max replied "but at the moment you're doing 'whatever it takes', and what it takes is sucking my cock, not just breathing on it."

"Oh fuck you!" she said.

He smirked. "And here I thought you said you weren't going to do that. But if you've changed your mind..." He raised an eyebrow mockingly.

She shut her eyes, drew in a deep breath, and released it through her nose in frustration. "Fine!" she said "let's get it over with, then" and she grasped his cock in one hand, sliding her mouth halfway down the shaft.

"That's better," he said, as her head bobbed in and out, wet lips gliding up and down his shaft, tongue sliding across the bottom. He threw his head back, enjoying the sensations for a few minutes. "Mmmmm...much better." Then he looked down at her, eyes shut, her hand holding the base of his cock, stroking up to reach her mouth with each downward bob. "Look up at me" he said, and she opened her eyes, her mouth still sucking. "Fuck that's hot!" he said, his cock tensing harder for a moment. He put a hand on the back of her head once more, following the motion of her mouth down his shaft.

"Take your hand off" he said, and she obediently let go, resting her hands on her knees in front of her, tucked between his feet, eyes still locked on his. He began pushing her head slightly further, his cock going deeper into her mouth. Ariel narrowed her eyes at him in mild annoyance, but nonetheless kept sucking. "That's a good little cocksucker" he said, her mouth sinking deeper onto his cock, swallowing much of its length with each stroke.

Without warning, he pushed her head the furthest yet, his cock hitting the back of her mouth and pressing at her throat, holding her there. Ariel let out a muffled cry of annoyance, her eyes opening wide. When he did not let go after a few moments, she pulled her mouth off him and cried out "Max! Stop that! I said I would suck you off, let me do it!"

"Did you?" he replied, cock throbbing. "I only recall you saying you would make it worth my while if I gave you the ticket, and what's going to make it worth it is that slut mouth of yours! Still, if you want to leave, feel free." He stared at her.

She took a deep breath, then said "Ok, look. One chance? Give me one chance to try it my way?"

He looked at her impassively, and she settled down right in front of him. She shut her eyes, ran her tongue around her lips, opened her mouth, and put the head of his cock in it. She then sat perfectly still for a moment before opening her eyes, lips wrapped around his shaft, and looked up at him expectantly. He smiled broadly. She raised her eyebrows questioningly, and he replied "Go for it." Taking the cue, she relaxed her throat as her mouth slid down, slowly, slowly, not resisting the pressure, feeling his cock slide deeper, pausing, catching for a moment as he hit her throat, suppressing her gag reflex, then mouth slipping further and further, until her nose pressed against his belly and her lips were wrapped around the base of his shaft. She stayed there for a count of three, then slid her mouth back up his shaft, only the head still enveloped in her mouth.

After a short pause, she slid her mouth slowly forward again, a shorter pause this time as she accommodated his cock entering her throat, again reaching the very base and staying there a few seconds. She slid back up his shaft again, took a breath through her nose, then slid down again, her same slow speed, but with no pause at all this time as his cock slipped into her throat. Slowly up, his cock drawing moistly along her tongue, slowly all the way down, wet lips smooth as silk along his shaft to the base, her mouth and throat enveloped his stiff cock again and again, tortuously slowly.

Sensuously, she slid her mouth nearly off his cock, paused, began the luscious downward stroke WHHHHOOOOOMMMPPPHHHH!! His hand on the back of her head thrust her mouth downward, cock stabbing into her mouth, deep into her throat, holding her there as she made noises of alarm. Gasping, she pulled her mouth off when he relented, crying out "MAX!"

"I know what you're trying to do" he said "and you don't get to. You want to think 'oh, my oral skills are so excellent, I won him over with my fellatory prowess, or some such pretentious nonsense, and you DON'T GET TO. You came here like a fucking whore, you offered your mouth for the ticket, and you don't get to feel good about that." Grabbing her head with both hands he put his cock back in her mouth and began thrusting his shaft into it. "I'm going to fuck your mouth, slut, HARD, and you're not going to DO anything except swallow my cum when I shoot it down your throat. You're a whore, and I'm going to fuck your slut mouth like the wet hole it is!"

Holding her head still he began thrusting deep, heedless of her choking noises, going faster and faster, deeper and deeper, till in desperation she made a wordless cry and put her palms on his thighs, pushing weakly. He grabbed her hands, held her wrists roughly, pulled them up over her head and pushed her head back against the wall, saying sternly "I SAID I'm going to fuck your mouth, you fucking slut," thrusting his hips to drive his cock into her mouth, head pinned against the wall. His breathing growing faster he said "you like having your mouth fucked, don't you, WHORE, you want my cum, don't you, slut, you want me to cum on your face, you want my cum on your face, don't you, coating your slut face, globs of cum covering it, cum dripping down your cheeks, covered in, coated, cum on y..you...your, cum, cum, on FUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKK!!!!!!!" Screaming the last word, thrusting deep and hard and relentlessly, his sperm shot into her mouth, strand after strand, emptying his semen into her mouth, thrusting again and again till he was exhausted and drained, resting there, her hands still pinioned over her head, her mouth still stuffed full of his cock.

Shifting, managing to free her mouth of his shaft, Ariel gasped for breath then desperately cried out "let go!! Let go of my hands!!" He did so, and she immediately reached between her legs, touching herself, her wetness, fingers dancing, as she began to speak. "Oh gods, Max, can you cum again, cum, cum again Max, can you cum, cum on my face, oh fuck cum on my face!!" One hand urgently rubbing her clit as fast and as hard as she could move her fingers, she brought the other up to grasp his shaft, stroking him back to full hardness, saying "please Max, on my face, my slutty face, cum on my face!!" He took over from her, stroking his slick cock, faster and faster, hearing her moan as she kept encouraging him "coat my face, my -- oh fuck -- slut face, cum, cum on it, oh fuck, my, my face, I, I want your, your cum...". He began to moan, to stroke harder, she began to moan louder with him, and as the first strand of cum shot from his cock she moaned "OHH fuck yes cum on my face, my FACE, my slut-whore-slutty-slut-cheap-slut fuckfuckfuckFUCKFUCKFUCK FUUUUUUUUUOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!!!!!". Her fingers like lightning, she stroked herself to a long deep orgasm, feeling it shake her whole body as his cum landed on her nose and cheek.

She leaned back against the wall, gasping for breath and composure, as he sank down, spent, beside her.

A few breaths later he said with a big smile "what was that all about!?" She turned, laughing but in disbelief: "what was that about, what was, was..." she gestured vaguely with her hand in the general direction of the hotel room door "...THAT about!! You made me walk naked down the hall!! And, and -- glory holes!!??" Weakly, no force behind it, she slapped his shoulder, grinning stupidly, ejaculate still dripping slowly down her face.

"Only half naked, and you loved it!" he replied "And don't pretend otherwise! Seriously though, when did that idea enter your head! It was amazing!"

"I think you get most of the credit really," she said, a finger scooping some cum from her cheek. "I got to the lobby and realised I'd forgotten my phone, and on the way back up it occurred to me that I was planning to, well, to suck you off before the show anyway, and that a bit of roleplay might be fun..." She paused to put the finger in her mouth, sucking it clean "...and, well, just, being coerced seemed, you know..." she grinned, holding out her freshly-sucked finger for him to put in his mouth "...like fun for both of us. But you got waaay more inventive than I had planned for!!"

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