Male Stripper Stories Novels & Stories

I heard the sound of his grinding teeth to my question. “Yeah.” he finally answered. “Are you going to give me more than a one-word answer?” It became silent once again. Between the grinding of his teeth and the tapping on the steering wheel meant he was trying so hard not to snap. “Why are you a stripper?” You can hear the distaste in his question like he hated that his mate dances are naked with other men. “It’s fun that’s why. I don’t need to do it, I want to do it. I know you’re thinking that there is a reason that I had to do this. Well, there isn't anything other than it’s my only talent.”

Chapter 9: Harley's Sick Love October Harley My vision is blurred by the strobe lights as I seductively climb the shiny pole with both hands while eye-fucking the audience. When I reach the top, I wrap my legs around it and let myself fall. As I sway back and forth to the beat of the music blasting from the speakers, my hair sweeps across the stage. I twirl my body around the pole while still hanging upside down as Ride by Ciara hums in my ears and my hips methodically follow the beat. I see Stacks watching my routine from the back corner of the club, his eyes glistening with admiration and approval. Bills flutter throughout the air, cascading over the stage from the hungry men applauding my

I just finished my task and about to go home since I still have classes tomorrow. As I walked in the pavement, refusing to ride the taxi due to the expensive fare, I had decided to just walk a kilometer instead to reach the nearest bus stop that would lead me to the street where I live with my mother and little brother, I gave a thought about my life. Kiara Stones, 22 years old and an architecture student of Himalaya University, a quiet and timid person during day, but a very different person during the night. And yes, I am a stripper at Desire Night Club. Yes I dance and strip but not totally to the point that I am totally naked. I and the other girls wear seductive and revealing dresses an

"What's wrong?" "Have you seen the news?" He sounds stressed. "Someone leaked that you were at Crimson Lounge. There are photos of you going in, coming out with a split lip. The press is having a field day speculating about what happened." I pull up the news on my computer and sure enough, there I am on three different gossip sites. "Troubled CEO Derek Cross Frequents Strip Club" reads one headline. Another says "Cross Enterprises Boss Caught in Seedy Nightclub Brawl."

"Please let me, the MALE stripper, continue to serve you. I am happy to serve you, Queen. Otherwise, I may have to end up on the streets, knowing that I can no longer serve any other woman but you" "What is it about this damn tongue that makes it so pleasurable? Whether it's for talking or for doing erotic things," Kourtney felt her bottom get a little wet as she thought about it. A night of pleasure. The man would tell a lot of funny stories and make her laugh. Was this a first date?

I don't care about their comfort and they were wise to shut their mouths. Mr. Altaf was shouting with his throat out when two strippers showed their dicks inside him at the same time. His screams sound like a melody to me. My eyes sparked with revenge but I was not satisfied. " Hey, You! Give something to him to shut his mouth. I don't want my wife to wake up even though this room is soundproof but still. Shut his mouth. " I whispered before lighting up the cigarette. The stripper who had dirty blond hair seemed to know my hint. He held Mr. Altaf's mouth who knew what was coming, pressed his lips together just to prevent the stripper. He squeezed hard until the shitty mouth was wide open, an

I stayed on my stomach, dreading the stick, but he just looked at it, twirling it around. "A few years ago," he said, "I was at a sex club. I saw a woman led in by a man. Naked. Her wrists were shackled together. He hung her arms up on a chain dangling from the ceiling. He hit her a few times with a cane, sort of like this. She had these amazing red welts on her ass and legs. And then he turned to us, and he said, 'My whore wife is insatiable. Please fuck her into submission for me.' And then he sat down at a table, just leaving her there. So guys started to go up to her, a few at first, and then everyone was up there, even some women with strap ons. I eventually figured, what the hell, you

She asked, dipping it back into her mouth. “Martil.” I rolled my eyes. The straw fell off her mouth with a shocked expression. “What the hell?” “Exactly.” I nodded, taking a shot. “I knew something was up when a stranger suddenly called me for a dance. It was too absurd. It turned out it was him — the masked man.” I explained, feeling more annoyed. “That’s unbelievable. He owns this stripper’s club?” She glanced around, wondering aloud. “I have so many questions. Having this kind of club is illegal.”

Besides, he was still a minor. Turned out, Aiden got into a fight with two other boys, leaving them in critical condition. Ollie approved of what he did. The boys somehow obtained an old video of June during her time as a stripper and had been using it taunt him. They kept throwing vile remarks until he snapped. "You did good," Ollie said, clapping Aiden on the back as they made their way to the front desk. Aiden tilted his head to shoot him a suspicious glance. "Should you be promoting assault?" He side-eyed him.

I kicked the chair behind and stood up, placing her on the table as I began to bang her hard. She was a whore and deserved to fucked extremely hard, alongside with my dick inside of her. The dildo and clitoris stimulator was doing it's work as she began to scream so loudly while shaking vigorously. She tried to close her legs but I wouldn't let her do so, I made sure to hit harder and pounce deeper inside of her. She held onto my hair with a strong fist and I became proud of the monster I was turning into. “Please mafia boss, go slower" she begged