Sexy Stipper Novels & Stories

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.

She gasped, thighs trembling as she watched herself in the mirrors, lips parted and cheeks flushed. “Excellent first response,” Pedro noted, but his eyes were dark with hunger. “Let’s try the dual stimulator next.” This one was thicker, curved to hit her G-spot while a smaller arm vibrated against her clit. Claire slicked it with lube and eased it inside herself, moaning softly as it filled her. Pedro sat closer now, one hand resting on her knee as he controlled the app. The toy came alive,pulsing, thrusting gently, vibrating in waves that built with shocking intelligence.

When I pushed two fingers inside her and sucked hard on her clit, her hips bucked and she came with a long, shuddering moan, her fingers tightening gently in my hair. We lay panting for a moment, skin slick with sweat. Then Selene reached into the drawer of the side table and pulled out two toys: a small, powerful pink vibrator and a black leather harness with a thick, curved realistic dildo attached. “Only if you want this,” she said softly, holding my gaze. “I want to fill you completely help you surrender even more.” My body throbbed with fresh need at the sight. The trust I felt for her made the answer easy.

But Richard silenced her with a forcefully passionate kiss, leaving her temporarily stunned and speechless. As their lips parted, Adrienne's initial resistance seemed to fade away. He walked back to the sofa, reclining comfortably, eagerly anticipating the spectacle 'Tique' was about to perform with Adrienne in the chair. Things transitioned abruptly as the stripper pulled his boxers. Adrienne's eyes widened at the sight of his member. She shifted uncomfortably in her chair as he approached, his presence overwhelming. His fingers grazed her body but instead of pleasure, unease washed over her. Their slow rocking on the chair felt forced, lacking any genuine connection. His bulge pressed agai

Her finger slipped lower and slid effortlessly between the folds of the outer lips while her thumb flicked lightly across the eager clitoris. ‘You're wet,’ Celine murmured in that resonant voice, her face pressed in Karen’s neck, lips moving against her soft flesh. ‘It’s almost as if you’d had sex recently. Have you?’ ‘Yes. On the way here,’ Karen confessed, while hose artful finger continued to rouse her bud. He’s a biker called Spike.’ ‘Spike? He’s a good lay, isn’t he?’ ‘You know him?’ Karen no longer cared who had screwed who, when or how. All she wanted was for that smooth, perfectly timed caressing of her love-bud to continue till she erupted.

I stoop so that I can rub my cock between them. She lets out a sound between a giggle and a short moan before pulling on my leash to get me to move. Charlie leads me to a sex sofa. It looks almost like a piece of modern art, all black and made of a soft, buttery leather. One end is almost waist height and curved, dipping down into a valley and rising back up in a curve that is thigh height. Charlie has me straddle the valley and sit down. She then puts the vibrator to my lips. “Clean it.”

They worshipped me like absolute professionals — coordinated, greedy, and completely shameless. Selena stroked the two upper cocks with both hands while her tongue bathed the lower one, licking from the base all the way up to the leaking tip before swallowing half of it in one go. Sophia bobbed her head on the middle cock, sucking hard, her tongue swirling around the shaft while her hand pumped the left one in perfect rhythm. Spit was everywhere.

I lifted my head, licking my lips, and looked at Adrian. He was hard, his hand on his cock, stroking slowly. "Beautiful," he said, his voice rough. "Now let me watch you take her again." I turned back to Sera, who was still trembling, her eyes glazed. I reached for the leather harness I'd stashed under the furs earlier—a strap-on I'd had crafted by a vampire artisan in the city, black leather and polished obsidian, the dildo sculpted to resemble a cock with veins and a flared head. I fastened it around my hips, the leather snug against my skin, the weight of the shaft pressing against my pubic bone. Sera's eyes widened when she saw it, a mix of curiosity and nervous anticipation.

Warning: Explicit sexual content, group sex, extremely rough sex, BDSM elements, consensual intense experience. 18+ only. All characters are adults. "OH GOD! OH FUCK! DAMIEN!" Serah's scream echoed through the penthouse suite, raw and primal, as Damien's massive cock hit a spot inside her that shouldn't exist.....a depth that defied anatomy, a place that made her see actual stars bursting behind her clenched eyelids.

My moans grew louder as she worked my ass and upper thighs until they glowed red-hot. When I was trembling and gasping, she switched to something softer — a feather tickler. She ran it down my spine, over my burning ass, between my spread cheeks, teasing my clit until I was begging incoherently. “Please, Ma’am… I need more. Fuck me. Use me.” Victoria chuckled softly. “Patience, little one.” She selected a thick, realistic strap-on from the cabinet — long, veined, intimidating. She stepped into the harness, tightening it around her hips. The sight of her in her suit jacket with that big cock jutting out made my mouth water and my cunt flutter.