This bedroom is nice and big and even comes furnished with a tall king sized bed. It looks so comfy, probably even nicer than the one you’re using at Valerie’s house. You notice that instead of a standard light switch, this room has a dimmer switch. However, you would need a nicer light bulb than what’s currenty installed in order to get the lighting just right.

You can go east into the great room or head slightly further south to end up back at the foyer.

Alright, this would be a good time and place to stage the photos

Alright, you have everything you need to set the trap!

First thing you do is replace the standard bulb in the small lamp on the night stand with the higher quality bulb you found in the laundry room. You use the dimmer switch to darken the room just enough to create a romantic candlelight-like experience. This low light level will also make it easier for you to hide your locked up little penis.

Next you set down the pair of glasses and pull the bottle of grain alcohol out from between your breasts. You set the bottle down, ready to be distributed.

Next you set the small bottle of olive oil nearby. You rub a tiny amount into your cleavage, giving a slight sheen to your skin… you haven’t quite decided how you’re going to oil yourself up completely yet, but you know it’ll have to be when you’re not at risk of ruining your very expensive clothes.

Finally, you prop your phone up on the nearby dresser and start recording.

Well… the trap is set, now you just need to go find Mr. Trampador!

• 👉 Go South East into the Foyer

You stand in a large open foyer decorated with marble and wood facade… or maybe it’s the real deal. This is a mansion afterall. You can see a huge staircase that leads up to the second floor. Hopefully you can find everything you need on the first floor.

Izzy chats excitedly about how grand the foyer is and how it makes such a great first impression for house guests.

Mr Trampador stands nearby, politely listening to Izzy.

• 👉 Signal for Izzy to take just Mrs. Trampador to a different room

Mr Trampador stands nearby, the foyer is quiet except for the faint noise of Izzy and Mrs. Trampador chirping about various aspects of the house. They’re far enough away in another room that you can’t quite figure out where they are…

Being near Mr. Trampador… all alone… is making you think… certain things… isn’t it?

I mean you’re not like that… not really

It’s all the stupid porn and hormones… if it weren’t for that…

You wouldn’t be thinking about what you’re thinking…right?

You do your best to avoid Mr. Trampador’s gaze and smile and laugh at his little jokes as you meander through the rooms.

• 👉Go North West into the Bedroom

Mr Trampador stands nearby, there’s an awkward silence in the air as you feel his eyes checking you out.

• 👉Seduce Mr. Trampador

“H-how do you like the house so far?” you ask, as you lightly run your hand up the side of your blouse, your fingertip slightly brushing the visible skin of your chest.

Mr. Trampador seems obviously distracted by how dark it is in the room, but subconsciously watches your hand. His eyes linger on your cleavage.

“Oh it’s… quite lovely,” he replies, as he locks eyes with you.

He suddenly feels large powerful… and you can’t deny how wildly excited you are. You try to clear your mind, try to keep your goal in mind. You just need to get a little photo or video or something to get this guy to buy this damn house.

You suddenly remember the alcohol.

“Would you care for a drink, Mr. Trampador?” you ask as innocently as possible, attempting to mask your nervousness.

Mr. Trampador seems surprised by the suggestion… but then you see an eager realization creep over his face. He looks at you with predator intent, “that would be great, Ada.”

You unscrew the cap to the bottle of booze and begin to pour a shot for yourself and about three times the amount for Mr. Trampador. You sense that he’s come up behind you, the smell of his cologne is inescapable. You turn toward him, a drink in each hand. He stands just inches from you as you hand him his glass.

He doesn’t seem to notice or care that you’ve poured way more for him.

He takes a sip, “Wow! This… I usually don’t drink stuff like this straight up. Whew!”

You follow suit, quickly downing your meager shot. The firey liquid seems to explode in the back of your throat, temporarily taking your breath away as your brain struggles to regain composure. You laugh and smile, as the alcohol burn subsides.

He smiles at you and with some effort, chugs the remainder of his share. He grits his teeth as the burn washes over him. You smile awkwardly as the booze works it’s magic. Your nervouness washes away and you feel a sense of empowerment. Mr Trampador smiles, he starts to say something but you decide to take the initiative.

You reach up and unbutton the buttons on your blazer, letting your arificially inflated breasts push the professional top open like a pair of barn doors. Mr. Trampador is surprised by your sudden display, but he doesn’t seem dissapointed.

“So sorry, Mr. Trampador, I seem to have forgotten my skin care regimen this morning,” you lie boldly as you rap your fingers against the side of the bottle of olive oil.

“Well I wouldn’t want you to neglect that, don’t mind me,” he says with feigned innocence as he walks up to you and helps you unclasp the back of your bra.

Normally you would be mortified, but you can’t help but feel like you’re in control as Mr. Trampador watches you with his undivided attention. You drizzle some oil over the top of your exposes tits and being rubbing the slippery substance into your skin. The low light reflects flatteringly off your top, making your look even more curvy and feminine.

Mr. Trampador can’t contain himself as he takes a few steps closer and closes his hands over your vulnerable breasts.

A moan escapes your mouth as you instinctively press his hands against your breasts.

Your mind races in a panic, surely this is enough evidence to blackmail Mr. Trampador… but… no no, this needs to stop. You have what you need… you don’t really want this to go on… do you?

• 😣 I am NOT some cheap slut, this ends NOW
• 👉Mmmm this feels nice though…

Don’t think about how bad you want your tits to be played with… don’t think about his hands roaming your body…

• 😣 You need to put a stop to this

You’re a man, dammit! You got what you needed, time to put a stop to this.

• 👉Well… maybe just a little longer…

It’s ok, this doesn’t mean anything about you personally. It just feels nice… and there’s nothing wrong with that…

Try as you might, you just can’t seem to muster up the words to say “No”. Mr. Trampador leans in and kisses your neck. You tilt your head back instinctively and let out a little sigh. Your body feels hot as hypnotic and degenerate images automatically trigger in your brain. Your little penis bucks impotently in it’s cage, you can already feel a slight wetness from in between your thighs. His hands massage your breasts in a circular motion while he continues to nibble on your neck.

You feel his hands roam down your exposed chest and grope around your enlarged ass. His long, thick, masculine fingers squeeze and knead your butt as his mouth travels down to your collarbone, stopping just short of where you smothered yourself in oil.

You wish he would suck on your swollen nipples, but you understand that he probably doesn’t want a mouthful of oil.

He pulls up on the hem of your skirt, it takes a little bit of effort to slip it over your artificially engorged ass.

Your warning bells start to go off. You’re “tucked” away right now, but he’s getting dangerously close to discovering your little extra.

You’ve got more than enough evidence, you can end this!

Unless… unless you want to take it just a little further. I mean it wouldn’t hurt would it? You can’t even hear Izzy or Mrs. Trampador anywhere nearby… and you could really get some compelling evidence to use against Mr. Trampador. I mean this is to get out of debt after all. Just a little longer… Maybe if you turn around and bend over… it’s dark enough in here that he wouldn’t see anything…

• 👉Yeah, I can just bend over… and tease him a little more… there’s nothing wrong with that
• 😣 Hell No! It’s just the alcohol talking!

💭 Don’t think about how bad you want to see a nice hard cock… definitely don’t think about how nice it would be against your skin…

• 😣You need to put a stop to this

That was easy! I’m sure you didn’t need to look that answer up, and it definitely wasn’t luck… that’s what a girl would do… and you’re no girl…

• 😣Stop Mr. Trampador
• 👉Well… it’s not a big deal if I get some really good evidence…

The moment for you to put a stop to this passes in silence as Mr. Trampador kisses you. Never in a million years did you think you would ever kiss another guy. You lipstick clad lips yield easily to his eager mouth as you feel his tongue slide past them forcefully and urgently. His hand slips down the front of your of your skirt and fumbles clumsily just inside your panties. You panic and clamp your legs tightly, keeping your caged penis safely hidden as his rough hands caress your perfectly smooth mound.

You realize that if you don’t do something quick, he’s going to find something other than a pussy down there. So, you reach down and begin to rub the outside of his pants, instantly finding his erection pressing hard against the confines of his clothing. You take the opportunity to plop down on the bed, keeping your waist just out of reach as you look up at him, doing your best to bat your eyes innocently.

Mr. Trampador looks down at you with an eager and hungry grin as he unfastens his belt and unzips his fly, then looks at you expectantly. You’ve touched a cock before… but this… this feels way more intimate. You nervously reach into the shadow of his open slacks, through the gap in his boxers, and help release his throbbing penis. He’s not exactly porn star big, but… he’s bigger than you…

He seems to like the shocked reaction on your face. He must think you’re surprised at his size, not realizing you’re surprised at yourself for letting it get this far. You gently stroke his cock, causing a bead of pre-cum to form at the tip. Your first instict is to lick it… but you resist…

Those video… these hormones… your girly body… it feels like you’re not even you anymore… or maybe this was always you…

Your hands are still slick from rubbing oil into your tits. The idea strikes you that you could just rub him against your boobs… no need to suck it when you can rub your chest on it a little. You do your best to close your slippery breasts around his cock, coating it in oil. He moans in approval, his breath quickening as he thrusts against your cleavage.

You can see the tip of his cock ooze a little precum onto your lubed breasts. Your entire body blushes with arousal.

Mr. Trampador leans down and starts to pull your skirt down around your hips. You start to panic again as he manages to get your skirt down past your mid thighs before you can stop him. Luckily you’re sitting on your cock so he can’t immediately see any bulge from behind your panties. You reluctantly let him pull the skirt off your legs, leaving you wearing nothing but your underwear.

You can only imagine what you must look like, dolled up in professional make-up, a cute little hair-do, naked except for a pair of skimpy panties, your artificial breasts glistening with lube, your ass forming a curvy cushion for the rest of your body to perch on, with Mr. Trampador’s cock hangning just inches from your head.

Before he can slide off the last remaining bit of your clothing, you strategically cross one thigh over the other thigh as you turn away from him. Keeping your cock trapped firmly between your legs, you bend over and slightly tug down the top of your panties, exposing just your tight little asshole.

Your mind races, you can’t believe it. You’re presenting yourself to a man. This isn’t Valerie with a strapon… this is a man with a real dick! Your whole body trembles. You feel so emotional and vulnerable you think you might cry.

Why did you let it get this far?

You feel a slight warmth ooze down the crack of your ass. You look back and see that Mr. Trampador has drizzled a little oil on your ass. Before you get much more time to reconsider, his hands begin rubbing the oil into your ass cheeks.

Then you feel it.

His cock.

Oh no it’s actually going to happen.

His cock.

You feel it rest on one of your ass cheaks. It’s warm and soft. When he presses it against the crack of your ass, the soft exterior of his cock refuses to bend, revealing just how hard his penis is. He doesn’t insert it, instead using your freshly lubed ass crack as a sort of playground.

He rubs his cock up and down, you feel the tip of his member brush against your quivering little hole. Your nervousness gives way to wantoness. Your panic at possibly being gay, surrenders to the desperation of a woman that needs release… satisfaction.

And maybe you are.

You feel his stroking slow, he angles his cock forward slightly, his head pushed ever so slightly against your anus.

It’s going to happen!

Then you hear the footsteps.

“Shit,” mutters Mr. Trampador as he stashes his cock away.

You’re amazed at how quickly he recomposes himself… as if nothing happened… as he boldly strolls out of the room, closing the door behind him to give you some privacy.

You realize how heavy you’re panting. As the rush of hormones and endorphins start to settle, the realization that you almost got fucked by a man starts to settle in. You feel tears start to well up, but you know it would be folly to let them out.

You would smear your make-up.

You do your best to rub all the excess oil into your skin so you don’t stain your clothes. Then you hurridley get dressed. You stop the recording on your phone, and use it as a mirror to fix your hair and make sure your make-up isn’t smudged.

Your heart is still racing as your return the lighting level back to normal and stash the booze and oil under the bed. You take a deep breath, pushing the racy event to the back of your head as you walk out to rejoin Izzy.

The rest of the showing goes by without a hitch. Mr Trampador doesn’t act any differently around during the remainder of the visit. You wonder just how many other times he’s cheated on Mrs. Trampador so casually as he did with you.

As the Trampador couple pulls away, and you load back into Izzy’s car, you show her the footage.

“Oh mami, you went the extra mile with this one. This house is as good as sold. You know you didn’t have to go that far… but it’s ok… he is quite handsome isn’t he?”

You blush, you really don’t want to talk about it.