Male Stripper Stories Novels & Stories

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.

Jamie My knees ached against the hard rooftop floor as I knelt in front of Lena, staring at her thick, glistening strap-on cock covered in my own creamy cum. “Clean it,” she ordered, voice low and commanding. She grabbed a fistful of my hair and slapped the wet cock against my cheek. “Taste how slutty your pussy is.”

Suddenly the stripper said and I just gasped when I heard his husky voice as if he was seducing me without even trying. "Come on, show me your best move." The male stripper said again and suddenly he stood behind me and trailed his hands around my waist, then he pushed me closer to him causing me to feel his hard dick poking in my ass. The stripper began to grind and I don't know what comes to me but it feels like I was hypnotized and I didn't even notice that I was grinding joining the stripper making the people around us cheer as if they're having a good time watching me humping with this sexy stripper.

Just when he closed his mouth the two males, Lewis and Winters, got to their table. "Hi, school stripper" Said Mikhail Winters. "Hi, school slut" Said him with a smirk on his lips. "Oh he's feisty today, I see! Did you fuck with some nice guy yesterday after your job?" "What? Shut the fuck up, Winters! I'm not a slut like you, I don't fuck every person I see, I just dance there for your information." "Are you sure? You seem too happy and confident today, you probably got some dick last night"

As much as I was accustomed to the room, a dance display for random strangers would never make sense to me. But at this point, I had no choice. Refusing to dance like a stripper indirectly spelt death for me. My first client made so many disgusting demands, I was thankful Stefano walked in to save me. I couldn't believe my ears when he asked me to masturbate while stripping. The world is full of different foolish people with their numerous stupid fetishes. 'Aaaaaaaaaaah,' I heard the client let out a moan and instantly got irritated by it. "Some bad luck I must have today," I muttered under my breath. It somewhat reminded me of the times I spent with Luciano and all the things we did to each

Marie cried out as her orgasm rocked through her but that didn’t stop the stripper as he gave her a devilish smile and began to circle round her clit while thrusting deeply into her. Marie wasn’t sure her legs worked anymore as a second orgasm began to build. The stripper spanked her ass from behind, giving a loud smack as he moved in and out rapidly. “You’re daddy’s little whore,” he grunted, watching as her eyes rolled to the back. Her pissy tightened around his cock as she came again, tears spilling from her eyes. The stripper thrusted a few more times and pulled out quickly, rubbing the tip of his cock as he came all over Marie’s body.

Miss M tried to make him understand, as she knew Kate might not agree. "I don't care! I am the VVIP customer here, and I want her. That's it!" "Sorry sir, I am unable to do this for you, but I can get you someone else!" Miss M said and called a few girls for him, but he was not willing to take any one of them; all he wanted was that stripper! He was itching for her and craving for her. "Just you wait, Jia, I am going to make you scream my name in bed until you lose your voice!"

It was bone-deep. “Why me?” I pushed. “You’ve got money. You’ve got looks. You could have any woman from your world, someone who’d kill to wear your ring. So why a stripper?” He let it sit long enough to make me feel the air leave my chest. “Because I don’t do girlfriends. I don’t do soft. And marrying a stripper is payback to a man who thought he could dictate my life even after he was six feet under.” So someone dead was still pulling his strings. Didn’t matter. The dead don’t scare me. Only the living do.

The walls are bare the tapestries an empty dark blue. "I haven't stripped in a few years since I've been bartending but I'm sure it'll come to me quick. I've got old routines I can do to begin with and am comfortable on stage." I tell him trying not to sell myself short. "Well, you're not hard to look at." He stared and it doesn't sound creepy or like a compliment just a fact. "May I ask how old you are?" "Twenty-three." I supply without hesitating. "Sixteen when I started stripping and eighteen when bartending,'' I add knowing that's his next question.

He must have spent the night with a ghost, as she had disappeared without a trace. At the club, he saw another stripper performing on stage. She caught his attention and he immediately requested a private section with her. Since that night with the masked stripper, Lucas had not been with another woman. No one could compare to the way she made him feel. As the new stripper performed for him in the darkness, Lucas was lost in thought. He couldn't stop replaying the way the masked woman had entranced him with her performance. Nothing could ever top that. The stripper noticed that Lucas's mind was elsewhere and she moved closer to him. Hoping to seduce him, she sat on his lap but Lucas softly r