I got fucked by a male stripper

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As I stepped out of the cab, the cold air of the city night greeted me. My short red hair danced in the wind as I walked towards the club where Lisa and Marie were waiting. I was wearing a tight black dress that accentuated my curves and highlighted my ample cleavage.

As soon as I stepped into the club, I was hit by its electrifying energy. The thumping music, the flashing lights, and the scent of alcohol and sweat created an intoxicating atmosphere. I spotted Lisa and Marie waving at me with wide grins at the bar.

“Hey, Sarah!” Lisa said as I reached them, hugging me. “We’re so glad you could make it!”

“Of course, I wouldn’t miss this for the world,” I replied, sipping my drink. Lisa and Marie invited me to a ladies night out. The best part was that we waited for the male stripper to come onto the stage.

“So, are you guys ready for this?” I asked, grinning.

“Oh, we’re more than ready,” Lisa replied, her eyes sparkling excitedly.

The DJ announced the arrival of the male stripper, and the crowd went wild. The music switched to a more sensual rhythm, and the lights dimmed. I couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement as the stripper stepped onto the stage.

He was a tall, muscular man with piercing blue eyes and a confident grin. He was dressed in a tuxedo suit, looking like a hot James Bond.

His every move was oozing with raw masculinity and seduction. The way he moved his body and the flex of his muscles made it seem like he was casting a spell on all the women in the club. The music started pumping, and he was dancing on the stage while teasingly taking his suit jacked off and throwing it into the crowd.

As the male stripper continued his performance, his gaze locked with mine for a moment, sending a shiver down my spine. I felt a wave of desire wash over me as he moved closer to our table, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Wow, he’s really something,” Marie whispered, her cheeks flushed with excitement.

“He’s so hot,” Lisa added, her voice filled with anticipation.

The stripper’s movements were hypnotic, his body glistening under the club lights as he slowly stripped off his shirt, revealing his chiselled chest and abs. The crowd around us erupted into cheers and catcalls, adding to the already charged atmosphere.

He got in front of our table as he danced and ripped off his pants, revealing his thong.

“Damn, look at that bulge,” Lisa giggled, leaning closer to get a better view.

“He’s got a body sculpted by the gods,” Marie whispered, her eyes glued to his every move.

The male stripper’s thong barely concealed his impressive package, making every woman in the club gasp and cheer. He was a vision of pure masculinity, his confidence radiating as he gyrated to the music, his toned muscles flexing with each sensual movement.

He grabbed my hand, “Care to help me,” he said, putting my hand on the string of his thong. Omg, he wanted me to pull the string. I had the pleasure of realising the beast.

The club’s pulsating music and the electrifying atmosphere added to the anticipation.

With a mischievous grin, I tugged at the string, feeling it loosen in my fingers. The fabric fell away, revealing his impressive cock, flopped limb, not even hard, and it was fucking huge. The sight of his girth sent a jolt of desire through me.

He danced the way through each table, where I would see women looking excited at his cock.

As his routine ended, he picked his clothes off the floor and made his way to the stage to go backstage. As he walked past me, he winked at me.

“Omg, I wish I could get fucked by him,” Lisa said, looking all hot and bothered.

After the male stripper’s seductive performance, the three of us sat at the table, feeling the heat of the moment. Lisa’s comment about wanting to be with the stripper lingered in the air, adding to the already steamy atmosphere.

I couldn’t deny the thrill courting me at the thought of being with such a captivating man. His presence had ignited a fire within me that I couldn’t ignore.

“He was something else,” I finally managed to say, slightly breathless.

Marie nodded in agreement, her eyes still fixated on the stage where the male stripper had just performed. The memory of his toned body and confident movements lingered in the air, stirring something primal within us.

“I don’t think I’ll ever forget tonight,” Lisa added, her voice filled with excitement and desire.

As the night progressed, the club’s energy shifted entirely. The male stripper’s sensual performance had left a lingering heat in the air, and I could feel the desire pulsating through my veins.

Lisa and Marie were chatting animatedly, but my mind was elsewhere. The image of the stripper’s impressive cock lingered in my thoughts and a primal urge stirred within me.

“I need some air,” I excused myself, suddenly needing to cool down the burning fire inside me.

I stepped outside the club into the back area in the alleyway, the cold air hitting my overheated skin. I took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of desire. My body still tingled with the memory of the stripper’s touch, his cock in my hand.

I couldn’t get the image of his impressive package out of my mind. It was huge, thick, and hard. I could still feel its weight in my hand, its warmth radiating.

I leaned against the wall, closing my eyes and imagining his hands on my body, his cock inside me. I could feel the heat building up again, my pussy becoming wet with desire.

I couldn’t resist the urge any longer. I looked around no one to be seen, so I lifted my dress and slipped my hand inside my panties, feeling my wet pussy lips. I started to rub my clit, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through my body.

I imagined the stripper’s cock pushing against my pussy lips, entering me slowly. I could feel the fullness, the stretching as he filled me up.

Then I immediately stopped in shock when I heard a voice, “damn girl, you enjoyed the show, did you,” I stopped and put my dress back to normal. As I turned to see who it was, it was the stripper, now fully clothed and outside with me, as he sparked up his cigarette.

“Wow, you’re already playing with yourself. You’re so fucking wet and ready for me, aren’t you?” the stripper said, his voice low and husky.

“I… I… Ermm, Yes, I can’t help it. You were just so fucking hot up there,” I replied, my voice trembling with desire.

He stepped closer to me, his body mere inches away from mine. I could feel the heat radiating off him and couldn’t help but be drawn to him.

“Do you want me to fuck you right here, right now?” he asked, his eyes locked onto mine.

“Yes, please,” I begged, my voice barely above a whisper.

He took a few drags on his cig before saying, “Fuck it, maybe I should quit smoking. Anyway, I would rather give you a good seeing too.”

He didn’t hesitate for a moment. He reached down, pulling up my dress, and pulling my panties aside and sliding his fingers into my wet pussy. I moaned as he began to explore me, his fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles.

I could feel myself getting wetter as his fingers rubbed my labia and then went and moved inside me. He fingered me for a bit as he started to slowly kiss my neck as he whispered, “I want to fuck you…” I interrupted as I stammered with heavy breathing, “It’s Sa… Sarah, ugh.”

He pulled his fingers out of me and licked them clean, savouring my taste. “You’re so fucking wet and delicious,” he growled, his eyes burning with desire.

He reached down and unzipped his pants, pulling out his massive cock. It was even more significant now that his cock was rock hard, and I couldn’t help but stare at it; it was fucking huge. I am not sure it would fit inside me.

He then picked up one of my legs and held it up against the side of his waist; he slowly pressed me against the cold wall, pushing his substantial engorged cock against my pussy lips and teasing my labia.

I moaned as I felt his thick head push against my entrance, the sensation making my body tremble with desire. He started leaking precum as he wiped his cock up and down my labia and my naughty now wet slit. Which he used to lubricate my pussy. He then pushed inside me, filling me up completely. I cried out as he started to thrust in and out of me, each movement sending waves of pleasure through my body.

His cock was massive, stretching me in ways I had never experienced before. I could feel every inch of him, the veins on his shaft rubbing against my sensitive walls. He pounded me relentlessly, his hips slapping against my ass with each thrust.

The sound of our bodies colliding echoed through the alleyway, adding to the already intense atmosphere.

“Oh god, you feel so good inside me. Oh Fuck… Ughh, Harder fu… fu… fuck me, Keep going, don’t stop,” I moaned, my voice filled with pleasure.

I could feel the orgasm building up within me, my pussy clenching around his cock as he continued to pound me. The waves of pleasure grew stronger with each thrust, my breath hitching as I reached the peak.

“I’m gonna cum,” I gasped, my body shuddering with the force of the orgasm.

“Nah, not yet, Sarah.” He said as he pulled out and turned me around and raised my arse a little as I leaned forward against the wall, as he slid his thick dick back inside.

He started to fuck me from behind, his hands gripping my hips as he pounded me relentlessly. I could feel every inch of him, the veins on his shaft rubbing against my sensitive walls. He reached around and started to rub my clit, sending another wave of pleasure through my body.

“Oh god, please… Oooooh fuck, I’m gonna cum, Fucking hell, ugh ugh… oh fuck” I cried out, my body trembling at the sound of my ass checks slapping against him. H kept doing deep thrusts, to which point he pressed so far inside me that my ass cheeks squashed against his abs.

“Ahh, yes, give it to me harder, you fucking beast!” I scream, my voice echoing off the cold, unforgiving wall before me.

His rough, calloused hands reach around and grab hold of my hips, pulling me back onto his throbbing cock with a primal grunt. The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the room, a testament to the raw, animalistic lust that consumes us both.

His fingers find my clit, already swollen and sensitive from the intense pleasure he’s already given me. He rubs and pinches it with a cruel, teasing precision, sending waves of ecstasy coursing through my body.

I feel the orgasm building up within me, my pussy clenching around his cock like a vice as he continues to thrust in and out of me with relentless brutality.

“I’m going to fucking cum, you bastard!” I screamed; my voice was hoarse and ragged from the sheer intensity of the pleasure.

But he doesn’t stop. He continues to pound me harder and faster, each thrust driving me closer and closer to the edge of oblivion.

“Cum for me, you filthy slut!” He growls, his hot breath ghosting against the back of my neck.

And I do. With a guttural scream, I cum hard, my entire body trembling and convulsing with the sheer force of the orgasm. My pussy clenches around his cock, hugging and strangling his shaft as he continues to thrust in and out of me.

“Goddammit, you insatiable slut, I’m about to burst!” he growls deeply, roughly pulling out and forcing me to my knees with a swift yank of my hair. My lips wrap greedily around his massive, pulsating cock, eagerly sucking and slurping with reckless abandon.

The salty, tangy taste of his precum coats my tongue as I take him deeper into my throat, gagging on his impressive girth. I wrap my hand around his base, stroking and twisting in time with my frenzied head-bobbing.

“Oh fuck, yes, just like that!” he groans, fisting my hair as he fucks my mouth with wild abandon. My eyes water as his cock hits the back of my throat, but I only moan louder, relishing the feeling of him dominating me.

His cock swells even more as he nears his release, my lips stretched wide around his girth as I eagerly await his load. With a guttural roar, he explodes, filling my mouth with a torrent of hot, sticky cum. I greedily swallow, savouring the taste of his essence as it coats my tongue.

The only sound in the dark, dingy alleyway is the wet, sloppy sound of my throat gulping down his thick ropes of cum, punctuated by his deep, satisfied grunts. As I pull away, his cock glistening with my saliva and his seed, he grins down at me, a look of pure satisfaction on his face.

“That was fucking amazing; I wasn’t expecting you to swallow my load, Sarah,” he said, reaching down to help me up.

I giggle, “I was taught not to waste what was in my mouth.”

I stood up, feeling a mix of satisfaction and exhaustion. I adjusted my dress and panties, my body still tingling from the intense encounter.

“That was… intense,” I said, still breathless.

The stripper chuckled, “You’re telling me. I haven’t had a woman who could handle me like that in a long time.”

We exchanged a few more words before he left, disappearing into the night. I leaned against the wall, my mind still reeling from the encounter.

The cold air of the alleyway did little to cool me down as I felt the lingering heat of the encounter. I could still feel his cum on my tongue, a reminder of the intense pleasure he had given me.

I returned to the club, my body still buzzing with excitement. Lisa and Marie were still at the bar, looking as excited as I felt.

“Hey, Sarah, there you are,” Lisa said, smiling. “We were wondering where you went.”

“I just needed some air,” I replied, still breathless.

Marie raised an eyebrow, “Air? It looks like you were getting more than that. You may want to wipe the corner of your mouth; that ain’t mayonnaise. Omg, did you actually fuck the stripper?”

I blushed, “Maybe.” As I wiped the corner of my mouth.

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