Subliminal Seduction
By Elrohir, Elrohir57@gmail.com
What did she do to me?


I guess I turned out to be easy prey for her. As police officer on a walking
beat, I was out on the street in the same place downtown every day. I was what
we call a Corner Man, stationed at an intersection to be visible and make the
city center seem safe for pedestrians, while watching for the denizens who
lived near downtown and sometimes came in to prey on the office workers,
tourists, and other good citizens in the area, and my secondary job was to
direct traffic and/or act as a kind of crossing guard during times when the
traffic in my block became gridlocked. It was pretty easy work most of the
time, so generally cops with more seniority would bid for the position. I was
divorced and in my early 40's, having been on the job almost 20 years, and I
found the walking beat good for me""I stayed fairly thin and trim just doing
the job, without having to do a lot of extra exercise. So it was one Friday
afternoon in the chill of an early spring day when I spied not a denizen of
the inner city but an unbelievable vision of a woman approaching me.

What stood out was her luxurious head of reddish-blonde hair, so lush and
bushy it was at least 4 inches thick on the sides. It was almost kind of wooly
in appearance, like a lion's mane framing her beautiful feminine face, and
highlighting her fierce bright-green eyes. She wore a very dressy woman's red
cloth coat with black trim that was cinched at the waist, which emphasized her
curvy hourglass figure, but was otherwise the coat was unfastened. Her wild
hair and the care-free way she wore it gave the dress coat the appearance of a
hastily donned house robe which revealed what seemed like pajamas underneath
but which actually was an elegant black pantsuit, the top of which was low
cut, revealing the canyon-like cleavage formed by her bodacious large milky
white breasts. Her elegant Roman nose was complemented by full lips that were
a luscious shade of red, their natural color rather than the result of any
kind of lipstick or gloss. She had the air of an Italian countess who had left
the bed of her lover only momentarily in order to conduct a little emergency
business in town, after which she would hurriedly return home to cast off her
elegant rags and again furiously ravage the man who was the latest object of
her attention. Only her expensive shiny stiletto-heeled black shoes belied her
elegantly disheveled-by-design look, or perhaps they actually complemented it,
I wasn't exactly sure.

She walked with a rather long stride that made her hips roll and her breasts
bounce with each step, rather like a model striding down the runway, although
she had much more than a model's body: wide shoulders, big breasts, a tiny
waist, sturdy hips, and long, shapely legs. I caught myself staring, but
before I could turn away her eyes met mine, and she smiled as if she didn't
mind my looking at her at all. She walked right up to me, unnerving me with
how she continued to hold my gaze with hers as she approached. It's a trite
phrase, but she literally oozed sexuality. She was ultra-feminine and all
woman, but there was a power in her presence that was undeniable; it seemed to
radiate from inside her like the heat from a bonfire, or the steamy heat
rising up from a jungle floor. Upon reaching where I stood, she stopped and
stared expectantly, her chest heaving up and down with slightly heavier
breathing from the light exertion of walking. "Excuse me, officer?" she
inquired with a dazzling smile. She said this quite politely, but her aura
seemed to voice a different tone, a curious feeling that continued as she
talked. Every time she spoke, it seemed like a deeper, more sultry version of
her voice echoed in the back of my mind, even from the moment she first
greeted me; thus "Excuse me, officer?" was immediately followed in my mind by
"Hey, do I have your attention, Stud?"

"Yes, ma'am!" I said, with a tone that was more of a response to the silent
question than the stated one. I felt embarrassed, like I'd just stepped over a
line I shouldn't have, but she continued to smile; her eyes narrowed but were
still mesmerizing. ("Mmm, good, you'll do ... " she seemed to be saying, or I
seemed to be hearing, or maybe I was just imagining I was hearing.)

"I'm looking for the Conrad Hotel ... " she said cheerfully. ("I bet you wish
you knew what I'm going to be doing there," said the sultry voice in my head.)
I was already having visions of her draped lasciviously across a king-size
bed, dressed only in a black bustier and fishnet stockings with a garter belt
hugging her waist ... I startled when I realized I had been staring for some
moments without addressing her inquiry.

"Oh! You're almost there, ma'am""it's just up in the next block of this
street, Washington Street, at Capitol Avenue." I pointed in the proper
direction, but she never took her eyes off mine. They were boring into my
soul, and I was becoming lost in them. It seemed like we stood there silently
looking into each other's eyes for a long time, but that may have just been my
perception, or, in light of what happened later, it may have just been the
perception she wanted me to have.

"Thank you!" she said sweetly, and immediately turned and started walking away
in that direction. I couldn't stop myself from watching her voluptuous
hourglass figure, her hips swaying from side to side as she walked away.
Suddenly she stopped and said over her shoulder, "Oh, Officer?" (Do you like
what you see, baby? You're eyes are filling themselves up with the sight of
me, so you must like me ... .)

"Yes, Ma'am?!" I tried to make it a response to her inquiry, but again it came
out as more of an answer to the silent question I imagined I had heard. I
think I blushed with embarrassment at the realization that I was falling into
actually believing she was talking to me under her breath somehow, saying the
things I desperately wished she WOULD say. I was also surprised at my own
reaction, because I'm usually drawn to thinner, more fit-looking women, but
this over-the-top buxom beauty was stirring my blood more than I would have
ever believed possible. "May I help you with something else?" I said somewhat
shyly, hoping I hadn't made a fool of myself by being too forward in my tone.

"I was just going to ask you to stay nearby for a little while. My business at
the hotel will not take long, and I would like your assistance with another
matter, if you are available." (Can you guess what that might be?)

"I will be here for at least an hour, ma'am, if I'm not called away." I
smiled.

"Great! Thanks" she said as she turned and continued toward the hotel. (You'd
BETTER not leave! You'll regret it if you do.) Oh, no! It wouldn't do to get
called away, would it?! I keyed the shoulder mike on my radio and marked out
on an investigation at the address of the hotel. I walked down the street and
stood closer to the door.

In a little more than twenty minutes she returned, her slow runway stride
showing off her ample amounts of everything a man could want. Cops are trained
to maintain awareness of everything around them, but that everything faded
away as she again approached me, her eyes zeroing in on mine as soon as they
were within range. As she walked up to me, she said earnestly "Are you getting
off, soon?" My brain leaped at the obvious double entendre, but I struggled to
play it straight.

I blinked. "Beg your pardon?" I said, quizzically.

"OH! Hee hee hee!" she giggled, demurely placing a hand to her mouth in
embarrassment. She had delicately manicured fingernails painted a bright red.
"I meant work! Are you off work, soon, is what I meant to say. I didn't want
you to have to work overtime to help me." Her fingers fluttered gracefully as
she took them away from her face. (But I bet you'd like to feel these nails
rake your back in the throes of passion, wouldn't you?)

"Yes!" I said, again too enthusiastically, responding to the voice in my head.
"Er, in about half an hour, now, but I'd still be glad to help in any way I
can ... ." (I bet you would! You're almost drooling!)

I blushed again. Was it that obvious? She smiled knowingly, reached into her
coat pocket and produced a hotel key card. "Suite 1408" she said as she opened
my right breast pocket flap and tucked the key card into it. "Give me about
twenty minutes." (And don't be late, Stud, or I'll have to PUNISH you.)

"Yes, ma'am!" I said, again a little too heartily. She just chuckled and
walked back into the hotel. It was the longest twenty minutes of my life. I
walked into the lobby men's room and tried to freshen up a bit, then I marked
back in service and end of shift in one long radio transmission. I waited what
seemed like an eternity for the bored dispatcher to put down her knitting and
respond with a perfunctory "17:30 hours" before I could turn off the radio and
head upstairs.

The little green light blinked and the door opened with a click; I stepped
into a humongous sitting room, which seemed deserted, and said "Hello?"

"In here!" she called (about time!), and I found my way back to the bedroom,
where I discovered that she was indeed lounging on the giant bed in a black
bustier, but with no stockings or garter. It actually made her exposed long,
shapely legs all the more enticing. She was a red-haired Jayne Mansfield,
Marilyn Monroe, Myrna Loy, and Meghan Trainor all rolled into one. (Love the
uniform, Stud, but I have to get you out of it to have any fun.) She slid off
the bed and walked up to me, grabbed the back of my head and pulled it down to
her. She forcefully kissed me while "Mmmm ... " rose up from within her. (Mmm,
Mama loves a good kisser.) I wasn't doing much of the kissing, though, as her
tongue probed my mouth and wrestled my tongue into submission. I soon found
myself relegated to just sucking on her tongue like it was a little cock, and
she seemed to take pleasure from that. (Oh yeah! Suck it, baby!)

She broke off the kiss and turned her attention to removing my gun belt and
uniform. I wondered if she would be able to figure out how to operate the
various clasps, clips, and buckles, but she worked them all like an expert,
and in no time I was standing there in a puddle of blue cloth, leather, and
kevlar. "Where did you learn to do that?" I asked, incredulous.

"I learned it from YOU, just now" she said matter of factly. I had no idea
what she meant by that, but I had other business to attend to, so I didn't
dwell on it. I kicked off my boots and socks, took off my t-shirt and stepped
out of the pile of clothing. She grabbed me again and kissed me: It was so
intense I hardly noticed her turning me around and walking me backwards, until
she shoved me in the chest and I fell back on the bed, my legs dangling off
the side. She advanced on me and yanked my boxer briefs down, leaving my
excited cock waiving in the air. She knelt and moved her head over the pole,
her beautiful mane tickling it and obscuring it from view. I couldn't see her
face or my member because of that glorious mane, which now hung down and
tickled my skin in a hundred different places. I couldn't see it, but I sure
felt it when she took me into her mouth and seemed to swallow every inch of my
considerable flesh tower. I moaned in surprise and delight: being only able to
FEEL the action seemed to heighten the sensation, somehow. "MMmmm" she hummed,
and the vibration of my cock was DEEELICIOUS ... .

(HEY! This is just a warmup, Stud; don't get too excited, and DON'T YOU COME,
understand?)

The voice in my head, though still sultry, had turned mean. It shocked me and
took my arousal down a notch, which was probably a good thing for the long
haul, I guess. She stood up and moved me back farther onto the bed, where in
one fell swoop she mounted and enveloped me and began thrusting herself up and
down with abandon. She grunted with each stroke, an angry and animal like but
also very feminine "Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" I thought she was getting frustrated
for some reason, but then suddenly my mind was filled with (Oh yeah, baby! You
have the perfect cock! Yeah! Yeah! Almost there! Oh, God!)

" ... oh, Oh, OH, OH!..." her cries were building in intensity, and her
furious riding of me sent incredible waves of intense sensation through me,
almost more than I could take. "OH! OH! OH!" she continued, and I sensed the
end was near for both of us, until a sultry voice struck me hard: (DON'T YOU
COME! DON'T! THERE'LL BE HELL TO PAY IF YOU DO, UNDERSTAND ME!? HELL TO PAY!
PUNISHMENT LIKE YOU'VE NEVER KNOWN!) ... and just like that I was back from
the brink as she cried out and froze, shaking slightly as an orgasm coursed
through her body. She settled onto me for a bit, but she only took a minute or
two to recover. She rolled us over with me still inside her, putting me on
top. She looked deep into my eyes and, smiling sweetly, said "Okay baby, you
make it feel good for YOU, now." (Okay, Stud, let's see what you got.)

I tried to start off slow, to make it last and build my arousal gradually.
"Ooh," she cooed contentedly. (Come ON, Stud, you know you want to fuck me
hard and fast! What are you waiting for? Don't you WANT to fuck me? Make me
scream! Make me run those nails down your back! DO IT NOW!) So I lit into her
with everything I had. I fucked her just as hard as I could, as fast as I
could. She responded with little ecstatic moans with every one of my strokes,
the kind of thing every man wants to hear, but the voice inside me was
cracking the whip: (FASTER! FASTER! HARDER! COME ON, REALLY GIVE IT TO ME!)

Dammit! I summoned every bit of strength I had and threw myself into her
harder than I'd thought possible, and she responded with even more spirited
moans. I was slamming her farther and farther up the bed, until she finally
had to put her hands above her head and push on the headboard to keep from
bumping her head. "OH! OH BABY!" she cried, and I smiled through the sweat
that was running down my face. My lungs were chuffing like a steam locomotive,
and they weren't keeping up with my muscle exertion, so I was beginning to
wheeze. (DAMMIT, COME ON! I'M ALMOST THERE! DON'T STOP NOW, STUD! SHOW ME
YOU'RE A MAN! HARDER! GIVE IT TO ME!)

My ass was beginning to cramp as I jackhammered her with machine-gun-like
rapid strokes, but wonder of wonders, her eyes closed and she clutched at my
shoulders with those exquisite fingernails as she began to tremble. Finally
she cried out so loudly into my ear it hurt: "OOOHHHHHHH!" and her head turned
to the side, her eyes closed, and her body twitched slightly with her
contractions. Relieved, I let go immediately, emptying myself in one long
explosion. I was so out of breath that I couldn't even moan; I gasped with my
release and collapsed on top of her, my head over her shoulder. (NOOOOOO! I
DIDN'T TELL YOU TO COME! I WANTED AT LEAST ONE MORE, BUT YOU'RE FREAKIN' DONE
ALREADY! DAMMIT DAMMIT DAMMIT!) I lay there, wheezing like a leaky radiator.
At this point I didn't care what the Sultry One could do to me because I felt
as if I might DIE soon, anyway. I was beyond spent; I was sucking air for many
minutes afterward. She just lightly stroked my back with her fingernails and
said softly "Thank you, baby!" (OH, JUST GO TO SLEEP, YOU USELESS BASTARD ...
YOU'RE NO GOOD TO ME NOW, ANYWAY.) I immediately did so.

I awoke to find myself on my back in the bed, each of my limbs tied to its
corresponding bed post with double strands of nylon hose. I pulled as hard as
I could, but couldn't seem to free myself. It was then that I heard a loud
moan from the sitting room, and looking through the doorway I could see a man
I recognized as the Conrad's bell captain sitting upright in an elegant French
Revival chair. There was a luxurious head of reddish blonde hair hovering over
his lap, bobbing up and down rapidly, as the bell captain moaned
uncontrollably. Her head bobbed faster and faster, his moans increasing in
volume until finally he cried out in what sounded like agony, as if he had
been stabbed. His head fell against the back of the chair and he went
motionless, his eyes closed, his breathing heavy and ragged. He seemed
unconscious. She stood up, scooped a last little bit of cum from her lips with
her index finger and pushed it into his mouth. He seemed oblivious to it, to
everything.

She turned and walked into the bedroom where I was. She was beautifully naked,
her hair a little more disheveled, her face a little bleary-eyed, like she'd
had herself just awakened. She looked incredibly more seductive this way,
dripping with feminine sexuality. The heat of the scene I'd just witnessed
along with the vision of her in all her naked glory had produced quite an
involuntary reaction in my nether region, my own Mini-Me stretching to his
full height and demanding release.

"Ah, someone's been watching, I see" she said slyly, like she'd caught me with
my hand in the cookie jar. I blushed, even though the situation was not of my
own doing. She had immobilized me and allowed me to see what she wanted me to
see, and I supposed I should have turned my head, but she knew I would be
unable to look away. She knew she had me. She smiled. "Don't worry, baby, it's
your turn, now."

She climbed up on the bed between my legs, on her hands and knees, her mane
tickling my thighs as she hovered over them. She took me into her mouth and
hummed a contented "Mmm ... ." (Enjoy it while you can, Stud! Come whenever
you want.) I succumbed to the absolute pleasure provided by her expert lips
and tongue, unable to see the action because of her hair, which again seemed
to make it easier to feel the intense sensations. She began rapidly bobbing up
and down on my member, and after only a minute or so she sent me over the
edge. I moaned loudly as I exploded, in three long spurts ... but just as the
third was about to erupt, she clamped her hand on my shaft, opened her mouth
wide, and then savagely bit completely through my cock, just below the head,
and wrenched it off with a shake of her head.

She sat up as I screamed in horror, watching cum and blood stream from the
severed end of my penis. She spat the head out onto my chest and laughed
uproariously, blood streaming down her chin. I continued to scream in agony,
but the sultry voice loudly cut through my pain. "YOU SHOULD'VE KNOWN THIS WAS
COMING! I TOLD YOU THERE WOULD BE PUNISHMENT!" Even in agony, I was suddenly
struck by the fact that now the sultry voice wasn't in my head, it was her
actual sultry voice that I was hearing! I continued to scream, tearing at my
restraints to no avail, while blood continued to spurt out of the little stump
that had once been my pride and joy. She looked down on me and smiled as I
passed out ... .

I awoke in an overstuffed chair in the lobby of the hotel. She was sitting in
the chair next to me, reading a magazine. I looked over at her, and she smiled
sweetly. "Ready?"

"What? What happened?" I said, dumbfounded.

"You fell asleep while we were waiting to go upstairs" she said gently, "and
my ex-husband hadn't gotten in, yet, so I just let you doze ... . I really
appreciate you doing this. He's willing to give back the dog, but I'm not sure
the exchange would go smoothly without your presence there. He just texted me
that he's in Suite 1408. So, are you ready to proceed?"

"Um, yeah, sure ... " I said, though I was still groggy. "I'm sorry if I'm a
little disoriented. I had one hell of a dream, just now!"

"You must have!" she said with a chuckle. "You moaned a little in your sleep,
a couple of times."

I looked at my watch: 18:00. I must have been out for close to half an hour.
Dang! It must have been one long dream, and it had seemed so real. "Well,
let's do this, I guess." She helped me to my feet, and I escorted her up to
1408. She knocked on the door, and a swarthy European looking man answered, a
small Pomeranian dog in his arms. He was the epitome of the Italian lover I
had imagined her bedding in my earlier fantasy. He looked at her with hatred,
and then at me with disgust. My police radio was blaring, which seemed to
unnerve him a bit (good!), but I turned it down so they could speak.

"The ring, first" he said tersely.

"Certainly!" she beamed. She slipped her wedding ring off her finger and
handed it to him. He slipped it into the pocket of his silk robe, and handed
over the dog to her.

"Goodbye, Bitch."

She just kept smiling. "Goodbye to you, Asshole."

He slammed the door. We rode the elevator down together in silence, and when
we reached the lobby she thanked me again, and we parted ways. I drove home,
almost nodding off several times: I was dog-tired, for some reason, like I'd
been forced to run a marathon for which I had never trained. I went into my
bedroom and took off the uniform, leaving everything lying there on the floor,
and I crawled into bed still dressed in my t-shirt and boxer briefs, and
immediately fell asleep.

When my alarm went off the next morning, I hit the snooze button twice before
finally getting out of bed, running late. As I hurried into the bathroom, I
removed my t-shirt on the fly, but it stuck to the skin on my shoulders and
stung as I pulled it loose. I examined the t-shirt and found it had small
blood stains on it. When I looked at my shoulders in the mirror, I had what
appeared to be fingernail marks on my shoulder, and when I went to pee I
looked down and saw that Mini-Me was still intact, but had little scabs from
definite TEETH marks on it just below the head! "WHAT THE HELL?!" I shouted at
the ceiling.

(SEE YA AGAIN SOON, STUD! HAHAHAHAHA ... .)