Fuck Slut? Yes I Am!!!

I’m Brayden, a stripper at the local gentlemen’s club. I’ve always loved the rush of performing on stage, the power I feel as I tease and tantalize the crowd. But nothing could have prepared me for the wild night I had at a recent bachelor party.

The groom-to-be and his friends were rowdy, but they tipped well, so I gave them a show to remember. As the night went on, their requests became more and more risqué. I’m no prude, but I had to draw the line somewhere. Or so I thought.

As the music pulsed and the bottles popped, the energy in the room was electric. And before I knew it, I found myself agreeing to their most taboo request yet. They wanted to run a train on me. I should have said no, but the thrill of it was too much to resist.

The first man approached me, his eyes hungry and eager. I could feel my heart racing as he ran his hands over my body. The next thing I knew, he was inside me, filling me up and making me cry out with pleasure. One by one, they took their turns, each one driving me wilder than the last.

I was their plaything, their dirty little secret, and I loved every second of it. By the end of the night, I was covered in sweat and cum, my body spent and satisfied. I had never felt so alive.

As I stumbled out of the room, the cheers and jeers of the men ringing in my ears, I knew I had crossed a line. But I didn’t care. I had never felt so free, so wanted, so desired. And I couldn’t wait to do it again.