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Titillating Traps

Emily Sinclaire

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Titillating Traps

Copyright© 2017 by Emily Sinclaire. All rights reserved.

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, business establishments, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All sexually active characters depicted in this work of erotic fiction are at least 18 years of age or older.

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VIP Trap

Felicity’s Debut

Birthday Trap


Submitting to Sinful Pleasures

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Distracted by a woman approaching from the right, I turned my attention from the fake-breasted, way too much makeup wearing blonde on stage to one of the most stunningly beautiful brunettes I had ever laid eyes on. Dressed in a pair of tiny denim shorts with the top of her g-string exposed and a tee shirt that clearly showed her perky natural breasts and rock hard nipples, I felt my cock twitch to life as I imagined her grinding on my lap.

Gazing up her toned legs, I stopped at her rounded hips and narrow waist – momentarily wondering if she was shaved, trimmed or had a bush, before moving up her flat belly back to her perfect little titties which I preferred over even the best of boob jobs. Drawing ever closer as if on a crash course with me, I reached out and pulled her onto my lap as the folded fifty I had in my hand made its way into the front of her g-string. Holding her by the waist, I started rocking my hips when all of a sudden she leapt up, spun around and slapped me hard across the face.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“Paying for a lap dance,” I said, rubbing my left cheek. “What the hell are you doing? If you’re not going to dance then give me my damn fifty back.

“I don’t work here, asshole and I’m keeping the money.”

“Wait, what? You seriously don’t work here? God, I am so sorry. I assumed by the way you were dressed you were waiting your turn to go on stage. Now I feel like a freaking pervert. But seriously, you’d make a killing up there. Dancer or not, I’ll give you another fifty if you give me that lap dance.”

“You’re out of your mind.”

“No, I just think you’re gorgeous and want to feel you grinding on my hard cock,” I freely admitted. “Come on, just until the next song finishes and if you keep me hard throughout I’ll give you another fifty at the end.” She looked down at me and I could tell she was mulling it over. “Look, if you’re embarrassed we can go to one of the VIP rooms.”

“I know what goes on in those rooms and I’m not some cheap whore.”

“I never said you were. Like I said before, I think you’re absolutely stunning and all I want is a lap dance. Name your price.”

“Five hundred.”

“Done.” Taking her by the hand, I led us through the maze of tables, customers and dancers towards the back of the club.

“Where are you taking me?”

“I could tell by the look in your eyes that you’d rather not do it out here where everyone can see you, so we’re going to one of the VIP rooms.”

“Oh hell no. I only agreed to a lap dance.”

“And that’s all I’m asking for.”

“Is this your first time here or what?”

“As a matter of fact it is. Why?”

“Look, this isn’t your ordinary strip club. There are rules to the VIP rooms here that all whom enter must follow.”

“Such as?”

“The VIP rooms are used for one thing and one thing only. Sex. If we go in we’re having sex whether we want to or not.”

“Not that I’d be against it, but it’s not as if they can force us to fuck each other.”

“Actually, they can. The door locks and will only open once all parties involved reach climax.”

“Do you want to give me a lap dance out here then?”


“Then what do you propose we do? You either do it out here where everyone sees it or we go to a VIP room. I don’t see any other alternative.”

“You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into. Weren’t you listening? If we go in there we will have to have sex.”

“I’m not seeing the problem. If it’s an issue of money just name your price and I’ll gladly pay it.”

“It isn’t about the money. You know what, fine, take me to a VIP room. But remember, you were warned.”

Giving her a quick peck on the lips that sent a shiver of excitement up and down my spine, I practically dragged her down the dimly lit corridor and into the first open room we came to. As I looked around at the large room with a bed against the back wall pole in the center and a large cabinet to the right, the door closed on its own and an audible click indicated it was locked. Never the less, I checked it for myself.

There was a crackling noise and then a woman spoke over an intercom. “The room will remain locked until you have both reached climax. A copy of the video will be available upon request.”

“Video? What video?” I asked. “No one said anything about being filmed.”

“Did I forget to mention that,” my companion asked. “Yeah, they record everything so they have proof if anyone claims they were forced into it against their will. My name is Sophia by the way. I figured you should know that seeing as how we’re about to have sex.”

“Pleasure to meet you. I’m Trey. And I never agreed to being filmed so open the damn door and let us out right now.”

“You agreed to it upon entering the room,” the woman said. “Failure to read the rules clearly posted at each VIP room does not constitute sufficient reason to leave before you’ve reached climax. Take all the time you need and enjoy yourselves. Oh, and any toys that you use are yours to keep compliments of Sinful Pleasures.”

“So, do you want that lap dance or should we get right to the fucking?”

“You seem awful calm for someone who didn’t want to come in here in the first place. We’re locked in and are going to be filmed having sex! Who’s to say they won’t sell it on the fucking internet?”

“Oh, they’re definitely going to sell it on the internet as clearly posted on the sign hanging by the door you failed to stop and read while dragging me in here. And I am only calm on the outside because I know it’s futile to stand here and argue about it all night. Our fates were sealed the second we entered the room so let’s just get it over with and move on.”

“I’m sorry. All I wanted was a damn lap dance.”

“And now you’re going to get a whole hell of a lot more. I want to see the five hundred you agreed to pay.”

Reaching into my front left pocket I pulled out a wad of cash and counted out five hundred in twenties. Holding it out to her she took it and put it in the back pocket of her tiny shorts. She then reached out and grabbed the rest of the cash from my hand. “And I’ll take this for the rest of it. Can we get some music in here?” she asked. A moment later a rhythmic beat began playing and she walked over, placed her hands on my knees and pushed my legs open. Giving me a half-hearted smile that told me she was far outside of her comfort zone, she let her lithe body sway hypnotically. Going down, she firmly held my thighs and on her way back up lightly brushed against my hard cock.

“Mmmm…you’re hard as a rock. Do you really find me that attractive?” she purred, turning and shaking her ass in my face.

“God yes.” Reaching out, I placed my hands on her waist but she took a step away. “Hands off until I say so. Stand up, take your clothes off and lay on the bed.”

Not one to argue when a beautiful woman commands me to strip, I jumped to my feet while removing my shirt. Tossing it to the floor, I unbuttoned my pants and kicked off my shoes. “Um, it’s going to be hard fucking you through your clothes?”

“We’ll get there.”

Lowering my pants and boxers, I saw her eyes go down to my crotch and her lips form into a wide smile as she took in my full nine inches. “Like what you see?”

“I do,” she replied, placing a hand on my chest and pushing me back onto the bed. Move up and rest your head on the pillows.

Doing as she asked without question, my legs were spread open and she crawled up between them like a lioness – her hips swaying left and right every inch of the way. Licking along my shaft, she took the head into her mouth, gently bit just under the head and pulled back. The sensation was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced in the most pleasant of ways. She did it again – this time a little harder causing me to buck my hips up as every muscle in my body tensed. “God damn!”

Leaning down, she kissed me with far more passion than I expected from a woman I had just met in a trip club. Hands going to her perky breasts, they were immediately slapped away as she moved up and saw on my chest. Placing my right hand against the metal bars of the headboard, I watched as she buckled a leather strap around my wrist.

“What are you doing? This is getting a little…”

“No talking,” she said with a stern look. “You dragged me in here and now you’ll do as you are told or so help me I’ll make you regret it.”

My left wrist was tightly secured and then she kissed her way down my chest and engulfed my entire cock – holding it down her throat a good five seconds while playing with my balls. Moving off the bed, she cuffed my ankles to the foot of the bed and gave me a wicked smile. “I don’t normally tie people up on the first date, but you insisted on coming in here with me and I don’t know how you’re going to react once I’m naked.” Peeling her shirt off, my eyes went straight to her breasts.

“You’re right. You are way sexier than anyone I have ever seen.”

“Let’s see if you’re still saying that by the time we’re done. Do you like anal?”

“I’m not going to turn it down if you’re offering,” I answered.

“Glad to hear it.”


Going to the large wooden cabinet, Sophia opened the doors and I got a good look at all the dildos, butt plugs, and anal beads on the left and whips, canes, floggers and paddles on the right. In the center hung myriad gags, clamps, blindfolds and hoods. She picked up two of the gags – the first consisting of a red ball with a leather strap protruding from either side, and the other a continuous strap with what looked like a three or four inch rubber cock attached to it at the center.

“Penis or ball?”


“Penis it is then,” she shrugged, placing the ball gag back on its hook. Walking over to me, she forced the fake dick into my mouth and secured the straps behind my head while I pulled against the bonds to no avail. “I’d normally never gag someone, but I don’t want the whole club hearing you screaming.”

“The VIP rooms are soundproofed,” the woman said over the intercom. “Though I personally love the humiliated look on his face right now.”

“How soundproof?”

“You can scream at the tops of your lungs and no one will hear it.”

“Good to know. But whomever you are you’re right. He does look better gagged.”

“My name is Lana and it’s times like these I wish I was allowed to join the patrons on the VIP rooms. Anyways, if you have further questions feel free to ask. I’ll be monitoring the session until it’s over.”

“Thanks.” Walking back to the cabinet, Sophia plucked a short whip from a hook and cracked it several times while giving me the wickedest glare I’ve ever received from anyone ever. I screamed into the gag, but all that came out was jumbled nonsense. Taking up position to the right of the bed, she drew back and brought the braided length of leather down softly across my chest. Stepping back about a foot she did it again. A little further back and the next swat came down hard.

“Aahhgghhh!” I yelled, back arching as I yanked against the bonds that would not give. The whip cracked like thunder and the agony intensified. THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! Swinging with a skilled hand, she placed very precise swats to my chest. Taking two steps to her left, she swung again – this time striking my thighs with equal power. Lust turned to humiliation and Anger, I screamed and jerked violently, but she refused to remove the gar or the cuffs preventing me from strangling her to death. Not that I would really go that far, but it had momentarily crossed my mind.

After five lashes to the thighs, she crawled on the bed between my legs and sucked my balls into her mouth which only briefly alleviated the pain brought on by my first ever whipping. Reaching up, she dug her fingernails into my chest and raked them down to my waist. Staring me in the eyes, she grinned. “Still think I’m the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen?” Giving my cock a few seconds of oral loving, she once again climbed off the bed and went to the cabinet. This time she grabbed a bottle of lube and I got my first glimmer of hope that I would soon be balls deep in her tight ass.

Standing at the foot of the bed, Sophia unbuttoned her shorts and my cock throbbed. Finally! I thought as she turned her back to me and lowered them and her panties to the floor while keeping her legs tightly clamped together. She turned slowly around and my eyes went wide as they settled on her large cock. Even soft it was damn near as big as mine hard.

“As I said before…I’m not like other women.” Lubing her hand, she stroked her dick until it was hard and easily ten or eleven inches. How the hell she was hiding it in those skimpy shorts was beyond me, but that was the least of my problems. Climbing back onto the bed, she applied more lube to her pole and placed the head of it against my tightly puckered virgin asshole. With one powerful thrust she was in balls deep and I was thrashing about on the bed as if she had just rammed a baseball bat in me. “Jesus Christ, you’re tight. I thought you said you liked anal?’ There was a short pause and then she started giggling. “Oohhh….you meant that you liked giving anal sex. Oh shit! Is this the first cock you’ve ever taken?”

Reaching up, she pulled the plug from my mouth. “YES, and it fucking hurts so take it out you crazy fucking…” the plug was pushed back in place before I could finish.

“No need for name calling. I’ll give you a few minutes and then I’m going to fuck the hell out of your ass.” Wrapping her fingers around my cock, she slowly stroked up and down. “I speak from experience when I say the dick doesn’t lie. You’re loving every second of this aren’t you?”

I shook my head side to side so hard and fast it made me lightheaded, but she only smiled and continued jerking me off. After a few minutes she started thrusting her cock in and out of my busted asshole and a jet of semen shot nearly two feet from my dick and came down on my chest. Not missing a beat, she licked it up and then yanked the gag free. Her lips pressed hard to mine, she let the semen flow from her mouth to mine and I wanted to gag.

“You will swallow it all like a good little sissy or I’ll go get the whip again.” Wiping another glob from my belly, she put her finger in my mouth and I sucked it clean. “Good boy.” Fingers digging painfully into my welt-covered thighs, she bucked harder into my ass – pulling all but the head out before slamming in again, while her hand went back to stroking my semi-limp cock. “I want you to come again before I do or you’ll be punished. Is that understood?”

I nodded my head but knew that unless she had the stamina of a god there was no way in hell I was ever cumming before her. But that did not stop her from fucking my ass and jerking me off at the same time – keeping me hard despite every effort on my part not to enjoy it. I’m thirty-three years old and had never had a gay thought in my life. I honestly thought Sophia was a woman when I first laid eyes on her and even now with her long, thick cock destroying my asshole, I still marveled at her femininity. I’ve seen transsexuals before and while some were passable, Sophia was on a level of her own.

The sudden emptiness of my bowels bringing my back to reality, I stared at Sophia’s cock which was now pointed directly at my face. “I’m going to remove the gag and you are going to suck me off. If you bite me or refuse to take me down your throat you will be severely punished. Is that understood?” I nodded as my stomach tied itself into knots. “Don’t worry, you won’t be eating my load quite yet. I just want to see the look on your face as you suck me off.” The gag was pulled out and I took several deep breaths. “Have you ever sucked cock before?”

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