Naughty Stripper Slut Is on the Secret Menu ♕

A naughty stripper slut really knows how to please men

Twerking for tips, it’s what strippers do, but just how far they will go depends on her openness to breaking the rules. I’ve been a dancer for about a year now. It’s so much fun to dance around the club in my sexy outfit teasing all the men. Mostly, I try to find men that seem to have lots of money. Sometimes we even get hotties. I gravitate towards them. I know exactly what to do to turn a guy into a horny idiot. When they’re horny, we can usually make them do anything. I couldn’t care less about most of our customers, but there was a special one I was always excited to see. Of course, none of the men are allowed to touch or fuck us, but that sure doesn’t stop me from being a naughty stripper slut.

Fridays are my favorite

Being consistent is sexy, and he has never missed a Friday yet. I vividly remember the first time I saw him. It was an overall slow night when he came in. Under the soft neon lights, I was surveying the small crowd inside. He was one of the few customers enjoying a drink. His black pants were the first thing I saw, then my eyes lit up seeing that his pockets were loaded with dollar bills. He had a well-groomed beard, sharp cheekbones, and style. His eyes were calling my name. The room was filling with his big dick energy, and that energy shot straight through me. I was excited, horny, and so ready to be a nasty, naughty stripper slut.

Casually the naughty stripper slut walked toward him

We maintained eye contact the whole way. To my surprise, he asked to buy me a drink. I told him I’ll take a shot with him. He flagged down the bartender and ordered top-shelf rum shots for us. We clinked glasses together and said cheers. I couldn’t help myself; I scanned every part of him. My eyes followed the veins in his hands up along his arms. All I could think about was how badly I wanted to be his naughty stripper slut. I was filled with visions of his strong hands choking me, picking me up, and squeezing me. I quickly asked, “How about you come in the back with me so I can give you a private dance?”

After that, he held my hand, and I guided him into our velvet backrooms. All red velvet couch, drapes, and shag carpet. Mirrors line the walls to offer all the sexy angles of my body. I shut the door as he sat down and got comfortable. The music kicked on at perfect timing. He watched my ass wiggle while I danced backward toward him. I bet he’s never had a naughty stripper slut experience like this. I sensually turned around and slid my thighs in between his open legs. Also, the sexual energy in the room was overwhelming. As I started to slowly take my bra off. When it fell to the ground, he pulled the huge wads of cash from his pockets and just placed them on the couch.

My body continued to slither around him

Next, I grabbed his hands and guided them to pull my panties down. He was happily surprised when I leaned forward and climbed onto him. All of my naked skin was brushing all over him. I leaned in more to start kissing his neck. Simultaneously he explored my body with his hands, squeezing my ass and thighs on the way. While grinding on his lap, naturally his cock began to grow. I started to unbuckle his pants to get his cock out. The red lights in the room dimmed as shadows washed over us. A tall dark stranger experiencing the secret menu with a naughty stripper slut. His cock slid right into me. Obviously, that night we had such passionate, amazing sex.

Since then, he comes every Friday for another private dance. Every time it’s something new. A new position, new dance moves, experimenting, and pushing our sexual limits. He’ll be here soon.

Give me a call so I can dance for you! I’ll bring you to the VIP area. My ass will drive you wild 😉