Novel & Cerita Male Stripper Stories

Also, the male stripper club was owned by a member of the organization, Marcus, my close friend. This is also a way of helping one another out. At first, I felt disgusted and disrespected for having to do stuff like this. But after many times of watching ladies drool at the sight of my chiseled body, I found it enjoyable and always looking forward to every Thursday. Today's celebration was an impromptu party, I wasn't expecting to be here at all. But the leader, Dagnus, wasn't an easy person to have a feud with. Many times, I have had the thoughts of quitting.

“Sorry.” “We became strippers not because we want to. It’s because we have to find a job that will help us earn money in a snap. Henry would always beat Stella whenever he came home from the casino without money. He’s a gambler, a terrible one. Henry was a drunkard too. When he doesn’t have money, he sees Stella as a piggy bank that he needs to break. He’d beat her black and blue. Whenever we try to stop him, we’d get hit in Stella’s place.” Sean suddenly recalled something, “What an asshole,” he muttered. “When I asked you to marry me, you talked about rules. What was that about?”

, he commanded in a low tone, as he picked up the ashtray beside his chair and he put out his cigar. I stood up immediately and removed my clothes slowly as I watched him smile as he ran his eyes adventurously on my body, drinking his whisky. “I said strip!”, he commanded but this time, he sounded impatient. I obeyed as I proceeded to remove my bra and pants. “Matching undies huh?!”, he asked rhetorically as he nodded his head in satisfaction. I smiled as I walked slowly toward him and at the same time at the rhythm of the music. I knelt before him, I gasped at how erect his cock was inside his pants and was really curious to know what it would look like when he goes unclad.

The owner was anonymous, but rumors said he was a very powerful man—a member of the untouchables. Every corner of the club was filled with naked people wandering freely. Members could have sex with whomever they wanted, as long as there was consent. Couples having sex in the open or wild orgies were common sights in the clubhouse. Everything seen and heard inside was strictly confidential—each member had signed a non-disclosure agreement and paid a million-peso bond as a membership f*e. “You bastard!” Dan laughed, throwing his cigarette butt at his friend, Tyler. They were seated on a round, plush couch. Dan had a woman on his lap, while Tyler had two women draped on either side of him.

The red lace gave way instantly, shredding under the brute strength of his hands. I let out a startled gasp, my eyes widening as the cool air of the room hit my exposed, dripping pussy. The raw vulnerability of being stripped bare in such a violent way sent a thrill of wicked dopamine through my veins. I wasn't given a second to react, to process the loss of my underwear, or to even draw a proper breath before Marcello lowered his head. He didn't ease into it. He went straight for the kill, his mouth slamming home as he kissed my clit.

But almost immediately something caught Nate attention, he saw female strippers dancing at the poles and a lot of men flocking around, throwing money at them, he smile immediately, thinking about how he is gonna tear the expensive shirt he is putting on. Ethan turned and saw him looking at that direction. “Looking at the female strippers? Did you female fûcking them?” Ethan asked. “Yeah, I will surely become one of them tonight, I need to get some fresh pûssy and money” he replied showing off his teeth. “Did you know it’s not funny? There’s nothing like male stripper? What will happen if one of your father business partner meet you here?” Ethan asked. “I can see you care so much about me, bu

IMPORTANT WARNING: This is an MM (Male/Male) Gay Erotica story with extremely explicit and graphic sexual content. If you prefer MF stories and are uncomfortable with gay romance, please skip this book and move to Story 9 in my collection. 18+ ONLY. Liam’s hand still stung from the slap he’d delivered two days ago. The memory burned hotter than the summer night air clinging to his skin. That arrogant bastard at the gallery opening, tall, dark-haired, with a jaw like carved marble and eyes that screamed 'I own everything I touch' had grabbed him by the waist and kissed him like he had every right. No warning. Just lips crashing down, demanding, tasting of expensive whiskey and pure dominance.

And, my stripping name’s Energia Rossa. My tale’s simple. I started up as an ordinary stripper working in a club for lots of cash. In a world where mafia ruled, I knew I took risks. But it was all part of it to prove to my mum that I didn't need her money. Believe me, I never for once sensed that everything would go wrong one day. You know that moment? Like that exact moment when things go baaaam?! Then you’re left in a situation you never planned for? Well… Let’s just say that was what happened to me. My name’s Serena and this my story.

In the end, he could not withstand the pressure and decided to tell them everything. "Ms. Moore instructed me to do it." 'Ms. Moore? Does he mean Molly?' Stella squatted down to the man's level and used a slipper to tilt his chin upward. "What exactly did she instruct you to do? And be transparent." The male stripper stammered and took a long time to explain the situation. Finally, he revealed that he had a gambling addiction and owned a significant amount of debt. He had also fallen out of favor with a wealthy woman who had been supporting him. Struggling to pay off his gambling debts, he was willing to jump at any chance that offered a way out.

They love the attention they get from wealthy men and women, they love the sex and most importantly, they love the money. Now don't get me wrong, not all of us are as promiscuous as the others and I'm one of such people. As I said, I am a stripper but I don't go around sleeping with all of my clients. I just dance for them and take their money. Unfortunately, some of the girls I work with that strip also entertain and it caused me a few problems when I first started stripping because a lot of men were disrespectful and treated me like a whore. It took a little while but Cookie set those guys straight and as I grew in the business, men knew to keep their dicks to themselves if I didn't ask fo