Bunny Stripper Novels & Stories

A few minutes later when DJ went out of the changing room, looking all handsome in a black tux, Stacey stood startled. He was looking nothing but a hot, arrogant male. And that's what Stacey loved about him. He was so dominating towards her... he knew how to tame a woman. This is what every woman wants in her life... to be tamed. Blair's training to have the power, to rule the person. All of them know how to make the client horny or turn on. This was her speciality... to confine the clients. that's why Bunny Boiler is the only agency present in the US. The name itself is kind of unique because it attracts the people.

He let out a dark chuckle and adjusted himself in his seat while I dropped to the floor and spread my legs before coming back up slowly, He licked his lips, and I took this as a sign to straddle his lap. "Let me see your breasts and I'll give you 5,000 dollars" He spoke keeping his hands on his sides trying his best not to touch me as you weren't allowed to touch strippers at this club. "I don't do that sir" I state roaming my hands over his broad shoulders and he smirks. "I'll give you 10,000, I won't touch I just want to see" He says and I notice a

Already chuckling, Ruby said, "Okay, Snyder. I promise.." "Okay. So, the other news is… The stripper who performed last night, her name was Coochie, I think. She was really good.. And.. Towards the end of her performance, she.. she stuck her hand in her pussy and asked anyone who wanted a taste to come forward.." Ruby was already smiling wildly. "And…?" "And.. I don't know what came over me, perhaps the electrifying nature of the performance or just her beauty, but. I was first.."

“Come on, Nia. You need to come out of your shell and meet people. It’ll be fun. You've been so wrapped up in Daniel lately.” I sighed and opened the bag. Inside was a very provocative bunny outfit, complete with white satin bunny ears, a tight corset-style bodysuit with a deep plunging neckline, a fluffy white tail, fishnet stockings, and sky-high heels. I stared at it, stunned. “What? A bunny costume?” I asked, holding up the skimpy piece in disbelief. “Yes. You don’t like it?” Lila asked, tilting her head with mock innocence. “Well… it’s uhm… not really my kind of style.”

Horny bunny 225 commented. My heart began to beat fast in my chest. Why does horny bunny, a total stranger, know my real age? Does he or she know me in real life?

“Don’t test me.” For the first time, I notice Bunny has a slight bass to his tone. Not the squirmish boy I impale on my cock, but somebody unhinged. He pinches my nipple. I fear they might squish under his grip. My thighs are warm and sticky, and my cock jerks, spurting cum beneath me. FUCK!!! He packs my shaft, stamping his thumb on the crown. “I said don’t fucking cum.” I wheeze out a laugh. “W-Where have… You been, huh?”

ZAP! The Love Bunny showed its affection differently with little love bites. The electric pulses weren’t very strong, but for the overly stimulated nerves, a whole new level of sensation drove London over the edge. She had no idea if she was squirting, cumming or peeing anymore. Everything was a mess, and London looked at the timer. Would she survive all six rounds?

Soon the girls arrive as well, sitting on the guys’ laps. No one touches me, and within a couple of minutes, I understand why. Intriguing music starts playing, and the little brunette bunny comes over to me. She begins an explicit dance, using me as her pole. The guys clap, shout dirty jokes, whistle, and laugh. The girl is wearing no underwear—just a secured tail, a tiny skirt, and a lace, semi-transparent bra that quickly comes off as she writhes on me to the music.

She asked, knowing where this was going. “The Rabbit Hole is a BDSM strip club that recently opened. It’s clean, run well, and if you know how to flaunt your gifts, you can make a killing in a week. The men who own the place look after the girls who work there. All I do is dance and earn $700 for 6 hours, and that’s without tips. I know you like to dance and you’re not shy about your body either. You’re beautiful and people are always staring at you. So, as I said, make them pay to stare.” Devyn wiped her stray tears and stared at her. Using her looks to earn money? Could she really do something like that?

She could feel their sticks touching her jeans, but it didn’t even excite her. Crossing her arms over her chest, both men left Jada and danced around, causing the rest of the girls to start screaming. On her way back to the couch, Bambi holds his hand up. He’s asking her to stay where she is, so she does. Seconds after, another stripper showed up, wearing boxer briefs. The stripper has a mask covering his face, but his shining, shimmering abs are exposed. Jada couldn’t take her eyes off them. She can see him grinning as he approaches her.