Sexy Stipper Novels & Stories

The woman only laughed, slowly stroking her, “Mmh, I showed you the g-spot last ti—” She dared, writhing under her fingers, “Show me again!” Her eyes darkened with lust as she skillfully pressed against it…hard. “Right here.” Selena cried in pleasure as this time the doctor increased her pace, stroking her fervently, stimulating her thoroughly. She squirmed, shaking as it felt so good. She withdrew her fingers suddenly and Selena cried at the lost, “Oh God! Not again!”

I was supposed to be in the bedroom, but the couch was a lot closer. And now there I was, between Maya’s fabulous legs as her eyes watched my cock straight at her. "Do you like what you see Sheppar?" I asked her as I finished putting on my condom. Her gray eyes flashed with desire as she licked her lips, then she smiled mischievously. She passed a finger on her lips and put it in her mouth, then she dropped it on her chin, and neck, between her breasts, and down, passing it on her stomach until it reached the apex. She passed her forefinger over her wet pussy while I watched her move. She passed her finger over her clit groaning. Suddenly I removed her hand and I overwhelmed her with my body

I retort. “My husband let me down.” I turn apologetically to Mrs. Hocking. “I didn’t have much time.” “It’s very good, Mrs. Phipps!” Mrs. Hocking rallies herself. “What a creative use of …” “What if it bursts?” says Jane. “I’ve got spares,” I shoot back triumphantly, and proffer the rest of my Durex variety pack, splayed out like a pack of cards. A moment too late, I realize how this looks. My cheeks flaming, I surreptitiously adjust my hand to cover up the words Ribbed for extra pleasure. And lube. And stimulation. My fingers are doing a starfish impression, trying to censor the condom packets.

Before she brought her friend to bliss, though, Penelope sat up. “I need more.” Dark brown eyes simmered. “I need to fuck you.” Penelope’s gaze moved towards the night stand between their beds. So she knew about the surprise waiting in the drawer? Sicilia had bought it in a sex shop yesterday. She hoped she’d get to use it on this trip. Her friend must have seen it at some point last night. Smiling, she nodded. “Who am I to disagree with such a request?” She pulled out the strapless strap on—a double ended dildo designed to let one woman fuck another—and hefted it. “You stay just like you are.”

The Certified S*x Therapist (CST) ****** [Warning! Oral S*x Ahead!] Intro; “S*ck his c*ck until he spurts, and don't touch your p*ssy!” She ordered. Meanwhile, Madam Victoria–a CST (Certified S*x Therapist) crossed her legs, and dropped her chin, peeking at me through the edge of her sunglasses. Promptly, I protested, “B–But I already did that. Didn't I perform well–?”

I want to ebb and flow right over the edge, I want to orgasm more than ever. Sebastian eases his trousers off and I gasp. His cock is apparent as it strains against his shorts. My nipples are standing to attention and ready for him to suck on. I begin to tease them with my spare hand. His groan is audible. His toned legs are endless and I love the sexy woman tattoo he has from the outside of his left leg to his hip. I have a crush on whoever that woman is on his leg. His abs are hotter than any gym bunny I have ever seen and his perfect v just wants me to throw myself off the bed, rip his boxers off and take him into my mouth. I'm drooling. This man is so swoon worthy. Sebastian reaches insi

It wasn't normal. I called Jenna over and asked her if she was sure it was aspirin she gave me. She checked the name on the bottle, her eyes widening in a mixture of horror and amusement. It was an aphrodisiac pill. A potent one, called Fentanyl. Not the opioid, thank God, but apparently a new, super charged sexual stimulant marketed under a notoriously aggressive name. Jenna had grabbed her friend’s bottle by mistake. "I-I’m so sorry, Greg!" she'd stammered, covering her mouth to hide a guilty laugh.

i ordered and she gave a response that was audible enough to meet my ears through the door. "Quickly we don't have much time" I said to the stripper. Soon he was fully naked, looking beastly and dangerous as he crawled over me with his dangling stallion. It's veins made a long line from the cap to the end of it's attachment. After wearing the condom, he held it and made a few slaps on my bare ass, I quivered and controlled my body to take in whatever was coming next. In spur of the moment he pushed in the head of his stallion into my vibrating pussy, releasing a sting of sweet pain.

He lit up the second he saw me. “Oh, my God! Do you need anything, sir? I’d be so happy to help. You didn’t have to leave your seat. I would’ve come to you,” he gushed. It wasn’t my first time here, but he always acted starstruck. “That girl over there. What does it take to have her for the night?” “You mean Spicy?” he asked, pointing toward her. “Yes. Is that her name?” “Yes, sir. But making out with her is like a snowball’s chance in hell. She only dances for VIPs. No happy endings. But if that’s what you want, I can get you the thickest stripper here. Her name is Bam and she…”