How I Became A Stripper

As I walked through the Gaslamp Quarter of downtown San Diego, making my rounds for work, I checked in with local businesses, ensuring public safety and maintenance standards just outside were met. That night, I stepped into a new strip club, one I hadn’t seen before. The neon lights cast a sultry glow, and the music pulsed through the air like a heartbeat.

I met one of the owners—a broad-shouldered man with gray hair and a salt-and-pepper beard. He was older, with a rugged build, a deep voice, and a presence that commanded attention. His employees stood nearby, watching as we discussed the club’s security and cleaning needs.

But his eyes weren’t just assessing me for business; they lingered. There was something in his gaze—intrigue, maybe desire. I wasn’t naïve. The clientele here leaned toward men who enjoyed the company of femboys, transwomen, and crossdressers. I had a feeling he was trying to place me, and then it clicked for him.

“I know you from somewhere,” he mused, a smirk tugging at his lips.

It only took a moment before we realized where—AdultFriendFinder or Pornhub. The realization sent a slow heat crawling up my neck. I wasn’t exactly ashamed of my side work, but hearing it spoken aloud in a professional setting had a way of making my pulse quicken.

“Chrissy,” he said, tasting my stage name like a fine wine. “You’ve got a body that shouldn’t be hiding behind those boy clothes.”

I swallowed hard. “I present as male for work and in public… I’m still figuring things out.”

He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping an octave. “Then why not embrace it here? Show me.”

It wasn’t an unfamiliar request. I had stripped for plenty of men before, but this was different—this was an invitation, not just an exchange. With a steadying breath, I peeled off my jacket, my work vest, then my uniform shirt. The club was dimly lit, but I could still see the way his expression shifted as I revealed my toned, smooth torso. My t-shirt followed, then my pants.

I stood there in just my lace panties and a delicate bra, my body framed by the club’s I I 

I swallowed hard. “I present as male for work and in public… I’m still figuring things out.”

He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping an octave. “Then why not embrace it here? Show me.”

It wasn’t an unfamiliar request. I had stripped for plenty of men before, but this was different—this was an invitation, not just an exchange. With a steadying breath, I peeled off my jacket, my work vest, then my uniform shirt. The club was dimly lit, but I could still see the way his expression shifted as I revealed my toned, smooth torso. My t-shirt followed, then my pants.

I stood there in just my lace panties and a delicate bra, my body framed by the club’s sultry lighting. His breath hitched.

“Damn,” he murmured, his eyes raking over every inch of me. “Turn around.”

I obeyed, feeling the heat of his gaze like a caress.

“Nice ass,” he whistled appreciatively. “You should be showing it off, not hiding it.”

I turned back to face him, heart pounding. “What are you saying?”

“I think you should work here,” he said smoothly. “You’ve got the body, the presence… you just need a little polish. One of my gurls will show you how to move, and trust me—you’ll make a killing.”

The proposition sent a thrill through me, a mix of excitement and nervous energy. The idea of performing, of being desired openly, of stepping into a space where I wasn’t just tolerated but celebrated—it was intoxicating.

“Nice ass,” he whistled appreciatively. “You should be showing it off, not hiding it.”

I turned back to face him, heart pounding. “What are you saying?”

“I think you should work here,” he said smoothly. “You’ve got the body, the presence… you just need a little polish. One of my gurls will show you how to move, and trust me—you’ll make a killing.”

The proposition sent a thrill through me, a mix of excitement and nervous energy. The idea of performing, of being desired openly, of stepping into a space where I wasn’t just tolerated but celebrated—it was intoxicating.

“Come by Saturday night,” he continued. “We’ll doll you up, teach you the ropes.”

There was a pause, thick with tension. His eyes darkened with something unspoken, something electric.

“Can I…” he hesitated just long enough to make it deliberate. “Touch you?”

I nodded, my pulse hammering in my throat as his hands found their way to my waist, firm yet careful. His touch was exploratory, lingering, as if memorizing the curves I had long hidden beneath my uniform. His lips, soft and warm but tickled me because of his beard, locked around mine, he almost swallowed my mouth whole, his tongue was shoved down my throat, exploring every square inch of my insides. I could feel him pinching my butt cheeks.

"This might be a bit bold," he said, "but would you suck my dick?"
"Wow!" I exclaimed. "You are bold! But sure."

As he unzipped his pants and pulled out his long, hard penis, with such a sexy mushroom head, I kneeled down and opened my mouth wide. He placed his cock between my lips then thrusted it into my throat, thrusting over and over, fucking my face. I in turn sucked and started groping it, groping the shaft up and down over and over, squeezing the head with my lips. Then suddenly....BOOM! Squirt. Squirt. Squirt. He exploded in my mouth and the tasty man juice started sliding down my throat. He let out a satisfied moan and yell.

After wiping the excess semen off my lips, I went to the nearby bathroom and was  mouth off with mouthwash then put my clothes back on. "I have to get back to 

After wiping the excess semen off my lips, I went to the nearby bathroom and washed my mouth off with mouthwash then put my clothes back on. "I have to get back to work," I told him.

"I can't wait until you work here," the man replied. "We're gonna have a lot of fun. See you Saturday."

That night, I left the club with my heart racing and my mind buzzing. Saturday loomed before me, a door opening to a world I had only danced on the edges of. And for the first

"I can't wait until you work here," the man replied. "We're gonna have a lot of fun. See you Saturday."

That night, I left the club with my heart racing and my mind buzzing. Saturday loomed before me, a door opening to a world I had only danced on the edges of. And for the first time in a long time, I was ready to step inside.

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My Noisy Upstairs Neighbors: An Anal Sex Story

 My Noisy Upstairs Neighbors

So... I just moved into my new apartment a few weeks ago, and ever since then all day every day I have been hearing loud noises from my upstairs neighbors. Not just normal walking-around noise, but loud and heavy bangs, crashes, and poundings against the floor, my ceiling. Not only was the sound annoying, but my room would vibrate from the sensation. I am a very quiet, shy person And hate confrontations, so for a long time I just kept my feelings to myself and tried to cope with It. But after weeks of no sleep, I finally gathered the courage to confront them.

I approached their door quietly and lightly knocked. After it was opened, I struggled to say "Hi, I'm Chrissy, I'm your neighbor right below you," I went on nervously. "I just wanted to talk with you respectfully about the noise up here."

The guy was probably in his upper 50s, White, 6 feet, and very muscular. He was staring at me with a creepy and sneering look, almost like a man would do to a hot chick or to a stripper at a club. "Why don't you come in and we can talk about this more," he suggested in a flirting way. "No that's ok," I refused. "I insist," the guy said. "Lets talk this out. We can have a drink." He was being very polite and inviting, making me let my guard down. So I relented and entered his apartment.

"The living area is to the right," he said. I walked through the door there and saw what must be his younger roommate, who was probably in his mid-20s, standing there.

Suddenly he grabbed me from behind, his arms were wrapped around me, one hand blocking my eyes and the other my mouth. "Now you'll find out why we're so noisy up here, bitch!" he yelled. He dragged me like a ragged doll over to his bed and threw me down against it, face first, ass up. I started pushing myself up, "Hold her down!" He ordered his younger roommate, who then pushed me back against the bed and held me down, my face getting smothered in a pillow.

Meanwhile, the older man hurriedly pulled my pants down, exposing my pink female underwear. "Nice panties bitch!" he snickered. After pulling those down, he said, "Mmmm....I love fucking hot faggot ass!" Then he spanked my smooth buttcheeks so hard the sting made me scream and my skin turned red immediately.

I could feel him wet my anal cavity with lube, and I'm sure he rubbed a bunch on his dick as well. Then he grabbed my hips and positioned himself behind me, he spread my cheeks to expose my hole, and inserted his penis into my crack.

His cock penetrated my sphincter quickly, the sensation a mix of pain and pleasure as he filled up my anal cavity. I gasped, my body adjusting to the intrusion. He paused for a moment, letting me breathe, then began to move.

Rhythmically, he started pounding my hole, his dick sliding in and out with increasing intensity. Each thrust felt deeper, more consuming, pushing my boundaries further. The rhythm became a dance of desire, each motion drawing us closer to a shared climax.

He kept thrusting into my asspussy, each movement a testament to his desire for me. His rhythm was steady and insistent, our bodies moving in sync. The forced pleasure built between us, a rising tide of sensation.

Before long, I felt his body tense, and with a final deep thrust, his penis exploded, spraying his hot juice deep inside me. The warmth spread, filling me completely, a physical manifestation of his passion.

The painful, forced, yet pleasurable sensation overwhelmed me, every thrust driving me closer to the edge. As his hot juice filled my insides, the intensity pushed me over the brink. I felt a powerful orgasm build within me, my body trembling and tightening around him.

With a cry of release, I came hard, my cum splattering all over the bed beneath me. The waves of pleasure crashed over me, mingling with the lingering pain and deep satisfaction of our shared climax.

After resting for a bit, both of us trying to catch our breath, I felt his body relax against mine. He let out a low moan, his breathing still heavy and labored. Suddenly, a warm sensation spread within me, different from before.

I realized with a mix of surprise and arousal that he was pissing inside me. The warmth flowed through me, an intimate act that added another layer to our intense forced connection. His moans continued, blending with mine as we shared this uniquely intimate moment.

Quickly, he removed his cock from my hole, causing a distinct "pop!" noise followed by the sound of air escaping. The sudden emptiness left me feeling exposed and raw. His cum and piss began to drip down my legs, a hot, sticky reminder of our shared passion.

I lay there, trembling and spent, as the evidence of our intense encounter pooled beneath me. The mixture of sensations—pleasure, pain, and raw intimacy—lingered, leaving us both breathless and deeply connected.

He looked at his younger roommate with a mischievous grin, his eyes dark with lingering desire. "Come get some!" he exclaimed, his voice husky and inviting.

His roommate hesitated for a moment, then approached, eyes wide with curiosity and arousal. The room was thick with the scent of sex, and the sight of us—spent and glistening—clearly excited him.

They exchanged positions swiftly. The older man held me down hard against the bed, his grip firm and unyielding. His younger roommate positioned himself behind me, and without hesitation, he began fucking my ass, his thrusts eager and intense.

The older guy pulled out his cell phone, a sly grin spreading across his face. "We're filming this live, bitch! You're gonna be famous!" he declared, the camera capturing every moment of our wild encounter.

The mixture of sensations—being held down, the younger man's relentless thrusts, and the knowledge of being watched—heightened the intensity. My body responded to the raw, unfiltered experience, each movement driving me closer to another peak of pleasure.

The younger roommate's thrusts became more fervent, each movement eliciting a mix of pain and pleasure that coursed through my body. The older man's laughter and encouragement spurred him on, and I felt my senses heighten with every passing second.

As the climax built, my mind swirled with the raw, unfiltered nature of the experience. The younger roommate let out a guttural groan as he reached his peak, filling me with his release. The intensity of the moment pushed me over the edge again, and I cried out, my body shuddering with another powerful orgasm.

The older man grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking me painfully and turning me toward the side of the bed. His grip was firm and unrelenting as he forced my mouth to his crotch. "Clean my dick, bitch!" he demanded, his voice rough and commanding.

I opened my mouth, taking him in, tasting the mix of our previous encounter. His cock, still slick and sensitive, filled my mouth as I began to clean him with my tongue, obediently following his harsh command. The taste and sensation were a vivid reminder of the intensity we had just shared.

He held my head in place, guiding my movements with a rough, dominant touch. The act was both humiliating and arousing, a further extension of the raw connection between us. His moans of pleasure mingled with my own muffled sounds as I worked to satisfy him.

The younger roommate watched intently, his eyes dark with renewed desire. The room was charged with the lingering tension of our wild encounter, every touch and sound amplifying the intensity.

As I continued to clean him, the older man let out a deep, satisfied groan. His grip on my hair loosened slightly, and he looked down at me with a mix of dominance and satisfaction. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice softer now but still commanding. "You know your place."

Finally, he released me, allowing me to pull back and catch my breath. My body was trembling, every nerve ending still buzzing from the experience. The younger roommate moved closer, his arousal evident as he took in the scene.

"Now clean his!" the older man demanded, his voice brooking no argument. The younger roommate wasted no time, grabbing my hair and forcefully pulling my face to his dick. His grip was firm, and his cock was already hardening again from the sight of our earlier actions.

I opened my mouth, taking him in as I had done before, my tongue working to clean him thoroughly. His taste was different, yet equally arousing, a mix of our combined fluids and his own essence. He groaned deeply, the sound vibrating through his body and into mine.

The older man watched with a satisfied smirk, clearly enjoying the show. "That's it," he encouraged, his voice a low purr. "Make sure you get every bit."

The younger roommate's hand tightened in my hair, guiding my movements with a mix of roughness and need. The act of submission was both humiliating and strangely exhilarating, adding to the heady mix of sensations that had already overwhelmed me.

As I continued to clean him, I could feel his cock growing harder, the renewed arousal clear in his every twitch and moan. The older man moved closer, his eyes dark with desire as he continued filming us.

The intensity of the moment built, a charged atmosphere enveloping us. The younger roommate's breathing became heavier, his hips thrusting slightly as he neared his peak once again.

Finally, with a shuddering groan, he pulled me away, his chest heaving with effort. The room was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, a testament to the raw passion we had shared.

The older man dragged me by the hair into a sitting position on the bed, and with one hand firmly choking my neck, he straddled me like I was a woman and warned, "See? Don't you ever complain about us again!" He then slammed his lips against mine and forced his tongue into my mouth, poking it far down my throat and making me gag. After letting me go, he gave me one last hard slap across the face, leaving a bruise and making a trickle of blood, saying, "Now pull your pants up and get the Hell outta here!"

I did as instructed and ran out in shame, down the long hall and shared stairs, hoping no one saw me as I did. After slamming the door behind me in my apartment right below them and collapsing in a strange mixture of pain and pleasure on my bed, I could hear the two upstairs laughing and snickering. But I also heard compliments. The younger guys said, "She was hot!" The older man agreed, "Yep, she was a great fuck!"

So, I will never confront my noisy upstairs neighbors again.... or will I???

Love,

Chrissy

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