A Mysterious Visitor

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: General Erotica  |  House: Stripping and Humiliation

Just like the blonde one.

He was sitting in his hotel room reading. He often did that when away in a hotel on business and he had nothing much else to do. It was a mundane detective thriller. He already knew who the killer was, so there didn't seem much point in going on, but he thought he should anyway. He always liked to finish anything he started. He idly turned a page. How he wished something else would happen. Something that would liven up his evening.

 

There was a sudden knock at the door. He sighed. Somebody come to turn down the bed or restock the minibar. With a sigh he went to the door and opened it. An attractive woman stood there. He gasped. She was the spitting image of his sexual fantasy. The blonde one from ABBA. there, fair haired, good figure, pretty face. He smiled, he always smiled at pretty girls when he saw them. She smiled back, a beautiful sexy smile.

 

"Yes," he realised he was already smitten.

 

"You look a nice person. I have something for you to do. Can I come in?" She asked, smiling slightly. She had an slight foreign accent.

 

"Of course," he had replied without thinking. Why had he agreed? What was he letting himself in for? What on earth was he going to end up doing!

 

He knew it was a weakness. This difficulty in saying 'no' to people. This urge to do what he was told. For all that he knew it, there was nothing he could do about it.

 

He led her into the bedroom and she sat down on a chair.

 

"Will you do promise to do something for me?" she said.

 

"What?"

 

"You've got to promise first."

 

"Why?"

 

"I'm afraid you're not allowed to ask why. But a nice person like you wouldn't want to."

 

"Well..." he was desperately trying to think of a way of saying no without being rude.

 

"Don't be alarmed. It's not illegal or anything."

 

"But..."

 

"Why would you refuse? It's not against the law. Nobody gets hurt. You've just got to promise to do it."

 

He knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't think how to answer the question. He was such a sucker for the soft sell technique.

 

"Well all right then..."

 

"Good. I just knew you wouldn't let me down."

 

"What do I have to do?"

 

"Take all your clothes off."

 

He was thrown into an immediate panic and confusion.

 

She looked at him. Saw his face flush. Saw that he didn't know how to respond. It was a classic persuasion technique. Hit them hard straight off, then follow it up with an question they couldn't escape.

 

"You're not a prude are you?"

 

How can anyone agree to being a prude!

 

"No, of course not," the answer was out before he knew it. Why did he always agree to things.

 

"Well what are you waiting for. Get your clothes off."

 

"But...  I mean..."

 

"You promised. You absolutely promised."

 

He felt mean at the thought of going back on his promise.

 

"But why.."

 

She looked exasperated.

 

"I told you. You're not allowed to ask why. You're not going to let me down are you? Please don't let me down."

 

"Well... Er..." he couldn't think what to do.

 

"Go on then..."

 

Somehow he found himself unbuttoning his shirt. What was he doing? Why had he agreed to this. Was it her smile. Was it her personality.

 

She knew it was both these things. She had known he would be a good target the first time she saw him. Shy, reserved, unassertive. Somebody who wanted to be liked, to seek approval, but also because she had seen him when he had checked in, seen in him the need to seek approval.

 

He had his shirt and socks off and was hesitating, flustered. Time for the hard sell.

 

"Come on," she said, hands on hips, "I haven't got all day. I hope you haven't been wasting my time."

 

Half naked, he found it harder and harder to object. He unfastened his trousers and stood in nothing but his underpants. He hesitated. What on earth was he doing. He couldn't strip naked in front of a complete stranger. He would have to stop. Tell her she'd have to go. But then she smiled again.

 

She had seen him hesitate. He needed a little help. Time for direct action. She smiled, stood up and taking hold of his underpants pulled them sharply down. His cock sprung out soft and limp, but still impressive.

 

As she took his pants right down it came level with her eyes. Good! It was a big one! Perhaps seven or eight inches when it was up. She liked big cocks. Big cocks were her favourite. She puckered her lips slightly.

 

He gasped. She’d kissed his cock! He stood paralysed with indecision. He'd only met her five minutes ago and now he was stark naked in front of her and she'd kissed his cock. What should he do. He did nothing.

 

“Don’t look so surprised,” she said, “it’s a lovely cock. Just right for kissing. Well, aren't you going to walk up and down for me?"

 

She loved to see naked men walk. Loved to see the movement of their muscles, the contractions of their bottoms, but most of all she loved to watch their cocks as they swung from side to side, loved to see their balls bounce slightly against their legs.

 

For him it was a relief to have something to do. He walked up and down the room. He could feel his cock swinging and his balls bouncing, could see her gazing at them; and as she did so he felt his cock stiffen. Oh no! He was nude and he was going to go erect! How embarrassing!

 

She smiled. She loved the site of a cock starting to swell.

 

"Come over here," she said.

 

He did as he was told. He was naked and she was in charge. All resistance had crumbled. He was putty in her hands.

 

She took hold of his hand.

 

"Come on," she said.

 

"Come on where..."

 

"You're not allowed to ask where."

 

"But..."

 

"I've kissed your cock. You'll do as your told..."

 

"Yes but..."

 

"No buts. Come with me."

 

And she opened the door out into the corridor. He tried feebly to resist but she had a firm grip on his wrist. Short of wrestling her to the ground naked he couldn't think how to get away.

 

He allowed himself to be led out into the corridor. He was naked in a hotel corridor. What if somebody came along. He couldn't find a way out of his dilemma. He would just have to trust that she knew what she was doing.

 

They arrived at the elevators and she pressed the button. He was terrified that somebody would come. That somebody would be in the elevator. It arrived and the doors clanked open. It was empty.

 

She pulled him in and pressed the button for the lobby. She saw his face fill with alarm.

 

"Don't look so worried," she smiled, and just as the doors started to close she stepped out of the elevator.

 

She watched as the doors closed on the startled naked figure and smiled. The hotel lobby would be particularly busy this time of day.  And his cock was fully erect.


Submitted: August 14, 2020

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mike87*

Nice erotic story writer

Sat, August 15th, 2020 4:38pm

massageguy

Mysterious, indeed!

What a predicament!

Sun, August 16th, 2020 2:53pm

Daverse

Good story! Novel plot.

Sat, March 20th, 2021 3:09am

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