Male Stripper Stories Novels & Stories

“You are not allowed to get seduced by the woman I once fucked! She's a whore and I wondered how a waitress who worked as a prostitute as well ended up as a nurse, in a noble profession as a nurse. Keep your distance and don't you ever think of drilling your dick into that hole I was fucked, did you hear me, Rodrigo?” Rian Whiteson sneered and his gaze was fierce. “You are mad, Rian,” Rodrigo declared.

I said with a bit of force as I tried to kick him again but failed. He let out a small laugh "You're not a slut It is well known that stripper also means slut. If you are not a slut then why are you here??". He asked. "Never mind I won't mark you. I can't have a stripper as my mate and Luna. Isn't your job to please men then please me". He said. Crystal had never been this offended before in her life. She had never felt ashamed of her choice as she did at the moment. She had surely come across men who wanted to have their way with her but she always resisted and they never forced her. He was some different kind of breed though.

“Why not?” “Because after the strippers showed up and danced for a while the guys got drunker and started spilling their guts to me one by one about how they fucked up their lives and marriages to good women during the past fifteen years. Then they warned me not to do the same thing because somehow I would live to regret it like all of them did – except two – Jack and Fink.” “You’re frat brothers attended?” she inquired.

Lily's POV My heels clicked reluctantly on the ground as I walked towards the private section of the club. As I passed by, I heard catcalls and lewd remarks from men about my semi nude body that made my skin crawl. This was a part of my job that hard to get used to, I felt so naked in front of all these men and their eyes raped me without consent… Well I guess, I was automatically consenting given my job as a stripper. I preferred my day job as a bartender more, they were less jerks and I didn't have to wear revealing clothing. But as a single mother caring for a five year old son diagnosed with down syndrome, I need the double income so I was willing to do anything.

earns more in my club but when I ask him, his only reason is because of money, women and he wan' t to have some fun. That's all, he has a red room in the club and that's where he keeps all the women he meets. He even tortured them there–”Aira suddenly interrupted Tom's story. "WHAT? Is he torturing the girls there? Why didn't the women even report him to the police? And when did our boss become a stripper?" Tom just sighed at him and looked seriously at my friend. "They signed an agreement, so they did not sue him. Also, they want that too, they want pleasure and pain at the same time. That masked man over there who was our leader in stripping and danced with Scarlet, Gio babe, they are the

But when darkness crept upon the clouds like a thick cloak, I found myself at queer clubs where masked themes were the order of the day. Which explained why I wasn't home all night. I would have arrived at my hostel a happy guy but I forgot my camera, depriving me of the joy of recording the multiple rounds of sex I had with a male stripper. The male stripper was so tight that I cummed sooner than I wanted to, and he ended up sucking me until I grew hard in his mouth. It was epic. Now thinking about it again, I wished I had it saved. Well, at least I had videos of me pleasuring myself and that one time when I jerked off to the thought of Andrade.

The guys in the bar all cheered, some of them looking jealous but still with smiles on their faces, and some of them watching the blonde stripper who was doing a sexy dance for the other boys on the other side of the room. The stripper ended her tease by leaning back, letting her top slowly lift from her tight pants, and giving me a view of her toned stomach as she let her hair fall behind her. Am I supposed to reach out and hold her back so that she doesn’t fall? I looked over at Harrison to ask him and noticed Milo doing a similar thing to him as they stood off to the side. Harrison was smiling and laughing as Milo circled him with a teasing finger, then grinding up against him from behind

he whispered into the stripper's ear, he was not looking at a stripper but at his fiancee. "Whatever you want," the stripper smiled seductively, and right there he got rid of her bra and the lace pant she was wearing. He dipped three fingers into her pussy and she moaned, the other two strippers realized what was going on and undressed too. They got on the couch and started fingering each other. Xander took off his trouser and began to fuck the stripper who moaned shamelessly. He got hold of her breast and started confusedly at it, he took it in his mouth and removed it.

Jeez, these guys don't joke money. "Fine. 5,5,9,7.” "You made the right decision" "Done. Good boy" he said slapping my face softly as he put my card back in my pocket. "Can I go now? I gave you what you wanted" "Actually, we lied about letting you go" "What? you can't be serious" I half yelled. "Do these faces look like we are joking. We are dead serious" "How dare you?" I yelled trying to break free from these chains.

Rosita’s POV My mouth hung open in shock as I examined the lively strip club. Half-naked women danced on poles, their ample asses on full display as they shook and rotated for the loud crowd of men below. One particular stripper was getting the most attention, the men surrounding her pole stuffing wads of cash into her panties and bras. One man even slapped her hard across the buttock, only to then shower her with more money. Another poured beer over her glistening skin, the men eagerly lapping up the frothy liquid as it splashed onto their faces.