Bunny Stripper Novels & Stories

Hoping to seduce him, she sat on his lap but Lucas softly rejected her advances. "Your mind seems to be elsewhere," she whispered, running her hand through his hair and attempting to unbutton his shirt. His lack of response frustrated her. "Why did you request a private session then, if you're not interested?" the stripper asked, growing more and more agitated. But Lucas remained silent, prompting her to threaten to leave. Yet, he grabbed her hands and stopped her from leaving. "What's your name?" he asked, holding onto her hand. The stripper sighed. "And what difference does my name make? You don't want me," she replied.

“ Ahh…Ahh… “ She moaned out softly as she slowly started passionately riding Jim, twisting and moving her waist and hips around his d**k. The other lady got hold of her boóbs and started sûcking on it. “What’s your name?” Nate asked the other lady that was sucking on her friend bóobs. “Alice!” She replied and Nate smack her àss. “Fûck, your Dîck is so good, I am finally having the hot stripper dîck” she kept saying silly things. Nate gently remove his hips making her bounce more and it was driving her crazy. In a second he had pushed her away and dragged Alice to the bed, it was her turn.

It was barely holding her heavy boobs, making me want to go there and knead them with both my hands. ‘Patience, be patient, Aziel! She is all yours, soon she will be screaming your name beneath you,’ I thought to myself and tried to control my wild urges. I was ready to see the boobs pop out of her bra, but instead, she started to unbuckle her belt. An amusing smile appeared on my face. ‘She needs to learn how to hear the commands,’ I thought, and a number of ways flashed into my mind about how I would be training her to be a good and proper exclusive stripper for me.

Billionaire's surrogate stripper Adrian Cuban's POV The past months has been hell without my honey bunny. I missed her terribly, the family do too and few were glad she was no more around to fight for my heart- people like Anastela. The door of her apartment was locked but breaking into her apartment was like icing to a cake and under few seconds I got into her apartment and made my way to her room. It wasn't locked so it was easier not to get her awake, that would cause problems for me that might involve the cops and I don't give a fuck about the cops.

“Look, why do you need to bother with what they say? Why don’t you just show them and prove to them that it is wrong to judge you.” “How am I supposed to be unbothered with those things, Andrius? How?” she asked, frustratingly as she stepped backward. “You were right! No matter how I dress, no matter how I try to be your ideal girl, in other people's eyes… I’m just a stripper. A fucking whore!”

I say without thinking, and everyone howls. The music rises, the lights fade low, and the whole place seems to wake up at once. We are having the time of our lives. The music is loud; the champagne is flowing, and our bodies move with wild, unfiltered joy. One stripper has taken off his shirt completely, revealing a tattoo that snakes down his chest and vanishes below his waistband. He picks up Amelia and spins her in the air while she screams with laughter. Another is grinding on Brianna’s lap, all smooth hips and cheeky smiles, while Jenna is recording the entire scene and shrieking, “This is going viral!”

He whispered to the bouncer and he moved back to his spot in the corner, although with tense shoulders. My veins throbbed with anger. The crowd was cheering as the strippers jiggled their assês for their view before bowing down. Their show was done. "Come to my room with your money in ten minutes." The young stripper, who had been swaying her hips from table to table, stopped by the goon, and she whispered that to him before going backstage. 'Time to slaughter our animal, Mr. Bronze.' I said on the mind link and got up.

And the longer I stayed silent, the more dangerous it became, not just for me. For Nico. For Luca. I stopped pacing and stared at my reflection in the mirror. The woman staring back looked composed, put together, nothing like the storm unraveling inside her. “Hello Luca, before I became Nico’s Nanny, I was a stripper” No too straight forward. “Luca, you know we all have jobs before we get to another one, right? Well I was a stripper” arghh too unserious. “Luca, I have to tell you something, I was a stripper,” too serious.

your Owner says calmly gesturing toward you with pride, “This my bunny. She's a quad amputee. Fresh from surgery a couple days ago. As you can see No arms, no legs. Completely dependent." The bearded one steps closer.He reaches out and pokes one of your arm stumps with a finger. You flinch and a small whimper escapes the ring gag. “Jesus Christ… look at these stumps. She really can’t move at all?”

I could still feel the warmth of her lips, the mocking confidence she had when she put her mouth on me, driving me to the brink of insanity. And she was a stripper, too. The title alone carried a mountain of assumptions, a narrative I had constructed to keep myself from treating her like something fragile. I shifted my weight, testing the boundaries of her tightness by moving my hip just a fraction of an inch—a slow, cautious tilt that was meant to ease the pressure. A sharp intake of air caught in her throat, her head tossing against the pillows as a single tear slipped from the corner of her eye, tracking a damp path down her temple into her dark hair.