Novel & Cerita Male Stripper Stories

The male stripper was still tangled between them, making all of them fumble out of bed groaning, though they all ended up laughing, seeing their current situation. Half an hour later, I was back in the kitchen dressed in my work clothes. Amanda and Amber were enjoying their coffee, fully clothed with last night's attire. The stripper finally left after Amber slapped his ass and Amanda slipped his tips while groping his abs and whispered something dirty in his ear.

" Can I speak to you? Just sit, he muttered. " Let's get something very clear" I don't like your slutty behavior, As your boss you either stop or you can quit he said. " you seem to like it, just fine yesterday" I suddenly got upset by his words Yesterday never happened! he said It never happened? what the hell? You better start keeping your legs close and quit that job at the club, You have such a wonderful job why would you want to work at a stripping club? He asked curiously.

Just as we get in, I notice another male stripper performing, he has only briefs on, and outlines his huge cock. At this point, I'm totally lost in my world. Not giving a damn about Knox, Monica or Emma. Their clothes were off, revealing their huge cocks poking out like steel. The first one takes my dress off, throwing it aside and pushes me to the bed. He gets between my thighs and rips my panties into shreds. The second one unhooks my bra, my large breast bouncing before he grabs them, squeezing hard. My thighs spread willingly, exposing my wet pussy. The first one gets down on me, licking my wet folds, using his thumb to swirl around my clit.

A den of shadows and bass that rattled bones. Women draped themselves in glitter and nothing elsestrippers sliding down poles with skill designed to make men grovel and to make them spend fortunes on a touch they would never truly own. He clapped me on the back laughing like we were boys in a game shouting over the music. “Kael, tonight is not for deals and tonight is for sin! Come let me show you the only thing worth more than money.” I let him lead me deeper where the air was thick with sweat, alcohol and lust. Naked flesh moved around me like a tide women crawling onto laps and mouths pressing against throats and lips.

"Well, one day I went to a night club. Much to my shame, a girl drugged me. Fortunately or unfortunately, Sil went there because of a secret mission. When she found me there in such a messy state, she just slapped the girl twice and beat me black and blue in front of everyone in the hotel. Then she spread a rumor about me about fucking girls right and left. Even it was the most trending topic in the mafia organisation. My life is doomed. I didn't find a girlfriend because of it and look my little siblings are even married, duh!" Woah! That's the story of his journey. "Well, you missed one thing, I dragged you the whole hotel half kneeling. I slapped you hard to get rid of the effect of drug.

I have been literally trying to force myself that I am emotionally ready to get married to Damon, but I always end up not wanting to get married to him yet. There were so many booze and loud music and so much grinding on top of my lap. I was laughing and touching the male strippers' bodies. I was enjoying it for a few minutes. I didn't really mind at all, they're paid to do it and we can touch freely. Rhey were all hot anyways and one touch won't harm. I was also dancing with my third glass of vodka on my hand.

His name is Liam Thompson a billionaire business tycoon,the CEO of Thomp company which was popular in construction in the day while he was a mafia don in the night. Meanwhile in a closed room,many young girls were being dressed up as they were getting ready to strip for the men.These were young girls of 20 years who were trained specially for this day which was known as pick your virgin day.it was done once in every year and many prestigious sex starved men didn't fail to come. There were murmurs and cheers from the men as the first stripper introduced herself on the stage while moving her body in a seductive way.the cheers became louder when she held the pole and began to strip.

he says with a smirk plastered across his face. “Please no …no. Stop.” *SMACK* “Ahh…I'm a whore. One” *SMACK* “Ahhhh.. I'm a whore. Two” …..Five,....SIX…..Ten…... .Twelve….. Nineteen. “So this is the final deal” Clover fondled her head gently stroking her hair and caressing her ass cheeks with the stick. Her ass was all red and bruised. *SMACK* “Ahh.. I'm a whore. Twenty.”

A human, walking on the same sidewalk as ghouls and vampires, not an ounce of fear in him just to make sure I was safe from all those things that go bump in the night. He talked to Bruno about his kids, helped Ros set up his equipment in the booth, and the more kindness he showed—to everyone or everything—the more I— "Shit," I mumbled. "Fucking shit" Don't fall for clients—the number one rule of Nines and most strip joints across the globe. It never ended well for the strippers, and I'd broken it without even trying. "Veronica…"

“What the fuck is going on here? So we have a fight, and you come running to a prostitute?” "Oh, calm down, babe, chill; she’s my infertile wife.” He turned to the stripper, who planned to run, but I held her back by her hair. “Ouch!” She cried in pain. “I also didn’t tell you that my wife was strong.” He teased not caring as he took a sip of whatever he was drinking. The stripper was wearing a mask, so I couldn’t make out her facial features until my eyes landed on the birthmark on her wrist. I aimed to remove her mask, but she struggled. People instead of stopping us were cheering—including Clinton, who was now betting.