I've been a male stripper for a couple of years now. It's an alright job, I make $300 a night plus tips so I do alright. I am pretty popular because I am a handsome black man with the necessary physique for the job. I am a pretty shallow guy as you might expect. My life revolves around working out and eating health food so I can have a ripped body. When I'm not looking at myself in the mirror or working out I am working.
Boning chicks is no problem for me because frankly I can charm or lie my way into any girls pants. It was getting to the point where I had a hard time getting it up because I was always fucking some hot girl at night, that was until last night.
I was working a job at a house. They wanted the standard fare: Fireman, hip hop music, whipped cream etc. I get to the house and it was filled with a bunch of your standard stupid sluts, they were hurling their comments at me and trying to degrade me, if I hadn't already done that to myself already. Then I see the girl who this party is for, she is a petite, slightly shy white girl who is getting married tomorrow. All of a sudden I feel alive again, I tell myself that this is pretty wrong and depraved, I feel of surge of excitement that I haven't felt in years.
The music starts rocking and I come out in my fire suit. The girl is sitting in her seat and I am dancing around. This girl is so unlike her slut friends who are already trying to grab my cock and throwing dollar bills at me like people in the zoo feeding a tiger. The girl is looking everywhere but at me. Her friends start bringing her drinks, she tries to refuse them but her jerk friends keep pressuring her to drink, I think to myself "this is going to happen".
Boning chicks is no problem for me because frankly I can charm or lie my way into any girls pants. It was getting to the point where I had a hard time getting it up because I was always fucking some hot girl at night, that was until last night.
I was working a job at a house. They wanted the standard fare: Fireman, hip hop music, whipped cream etc. I get to the house and it was filled with a bunch of your standard stupid sluts, they were hurling their comments at me and trying to degrade me, if I hadn't already done that to myself already. Then I see the girl who this party is for, she is a petite, slightly shy white girl who is getting married tomorrow. All of a sudden I feel alive again, I tell myself that this is pretty wrong and depraved, I feel of surge of excitement that I haven't felt in years.
The music starts rocking and I come out in my fire suit. The girl is sitting in her seat and I am dancing around. This girl is so unlike her slut friends who are already trying to grab my cock and throwing dollar bills at me like people in the zoo feeding a tiger. The girl is looking everywhere but at me. Her friends start bringing her drinks, she tries to refuse them but her jerk friends keep pressuring her to drink, I think to myself "this is going to happen".