Stripping Stories Novels & Stories

“Fuck me, Jake. Fill Mommy’s cunt while I keep eating my baby girl.” Jake didn’t hesitate. He gripped her wide hips and slammed into her in one brutal thrust. Sarah cried out into my pussy as he bottomed out, balls-deep. The force pushed her face harder against me. He started pounding her immediately—hard, deep strokes that made her heavy tits swing and slap together.

and Barbie nodded, appreciating the wisdom in her words. "Will you join me for my job?" Cassie inquired, but Barbie gently pushed her away, replying, "Nope, I'm in the market for another job." Cassie wore a puzzled expression. "I thought you were fine with it," she said, her brow furrowed. "Sure, but being a stripper isn't my thing," Barbie retorted with a scoff. Trying to persuade her, Cassie stood up, saying, "Finding a job for you won't be a walk in the park, and besides, the pay for this stripping gig is pretty sweet." Barbie, maintaining her stance, reassured her friend, "Don't stress, Cassie. I'll find a job, promise."

After an hour, one of Lucas's bodyguards informed him that the cleaner had suffered a miscarriage. This news shocked him, as he never would have guessed that the cleaner was pregnant. However, he was grateful that it wasn't a life-threatening situation, as there had been a lot of blood. With his mind consumed by various thoughts, Lucas returned to the club, this time not to search for the mysterious stripper, but to distract himself from her. He must have spent the night with a ghost, as she had disappeared without a trace.

Nate said and Steve face lit up in joy. “You have atop working as a stripper? This is a good news, I am very happy to hear this” Steve said happily and Nate shake his head negatively. “When did I say that? I am doing this because the client is special to me” Nate said and Steve smile drop. “Your brother is in love with his client, don’t worry he will soon stop the stripping work, there’s nothing love can’t do” Ethan whispered to Steve. “Are you for real?” Steve asked with a smile and Ethan shake his head.

" It been two month since i came to stay with Jessica, she is really a life saver. She go out late and comes back in the morning, so one day i decided to asked her what she does for a living. I was shocked what she told me "i'm a club stripper". "What!, a stripper, she nod her head. "That what i do for a living Elle, i know is not good but hey it keep me going." "So you mean you sleep with men to to get paid." "No that not it Elle, i'm only a stripper, i don't sleep with men to get paid." "Really, so how do you do it." " I dance on the club poll as a stripper." Men throws money on me and they even touch me that all, when I'm done the club manager paid me then i come back home.

*LIAM* I just came here to pass away time.I could still remember everything that happened today vividly in my bedroom when I caught my personal Stripper in bed with another man not just an ordinary man but a man who was supposed to be my friend.one of the things I hated was sharing my property.

I cackled when I remembered I even created a group for car lovers but being a nerd and a girl, I was bullied for it but I never stopped loving cars. I clicked on the new partners and I couldn’t help but mention every car I came across on their page. I wished I’d interviewed to work with the “Gray’s Automobile” but instead I’m a stripper at “Kiss N’ Ride Strip Club” I sighed as I locked my phone and placing it on my bedside table, I closed my eyes to sleep. I would always be nothing to him than a stripper and I really should consider being good at stripping without getting into trouble first. Just before I could sleep, my phone rang and the ID I rued the most was staring at me, what does he w

As the breadwinner in my family, this opportunity came at just the right time. Life took a different route for us. Mom used to work as a stripper, and it's not your everyday story, but it worked for us. I'm 22 now, and my little brother is seven. Different dads – yeah, that's how our family tree shaped up. Growing up without a dad in the picture was just the way it was. Mom did her thing, juggling the bills and bedtime stories. It wasn't the textbook family setup, but it was ours, and it kind of worked. Mom decided to retire from stripping and embrace her 'mommy' groove. At 45, she looks like an angel and defies aging norms. Leaving the stage didn't dim her spark; she swapped stilettos for a

CAMILA ^*^ "I'm not a prostitute, " I muttered, shifting my weight to my right leg this time. Did he want to have me for himself? Was I some sort of... whore? I mean, I was a stripper, but that was where it ended. I only danced at the pole and sometimes on the men to make them spend more... but that was where it ended. "I'm not a freaking whore!" I muttered again but this time, more to myself.

"There's no story." "Oh, I disagree." She waves the polaroid in my face. The image had developed now—Simone's face half-hidden, but my profile is clear. "Damien Adams, tech philanthropist, fucks a stripper raw in a strip club. He calls himself daddy and begs her to cum." She tilts her head. "Your shareholders would love that." I remained unfazed. "This is illegal, whatever you publish would be taken down." "Who said anything about publishing?" She steps back, tucks the Polaroid into her tiny clutch purse. "You know where to find me."