Markiplier Smuts

Strip

A/N

Song is Rev 22:20 by Puscifer. All credit for the music/lyrics goes to Puscifer.

Enjoy, perverts.

Stripping wasn't really your profession of choosing, but didn't everyone always say shake what your mama gave you? Face it, you liked the nightlife and you liked the money. Your mama gave you quite a bit to work with. You never much cared for the gross men who would come by the club and try to reach out and grab you and your coworkers. You could never understand why they were even allowed in as you danced at a high dollar club with very strict rules about not touching the ladies. You had been dancing with a girl you liked named Leila. She was the most popular dancer by far and every night you danced with her, the tips flew in for you both quite heavily. You inched your way over to a man extending a fist full of cash. He pulled at your panties and inserted a few bills. You winked at him and sauntered away, back to your pole. That's when you saw him. He was sitting all alone in a corner at a table. You continued to circle your pole but you couldn't take your eyes off of him. He couldn't take his eyes off of his phone. He looked completely bored. You broke character and frowned a bit. You finished your routine and decided to approach him. He didn't look up at you, so you sat down across from him. "Hi." You said. He looked up, and then back down...and then back up. You flipped your hair out of your face. "Hi..." he said, shyly. How sweet. He was shy. "What are you doing over here all by yourself, aren't you having fun?" The man shook his head. "My friends kinda dragged me here. I don't really want to be here...no offense, ma'am, it's not your fault. I'm Mark, by the way." "I'm Y/N. It's nice to meet you." "Y/N? That's a pretty name." You blush and thank him. "You know the owner allows me to give out one dance in the champagne room. Wanna take it?" Mark looked at you, admiring your breasts which were all but nude. "May I?" You looked around the room at all of the highly perverted men reaching for your coworkers, showing them no respect at all. "Yeah...these guys out here look a bit rough tonight. I'd rather dance for you." You took Mark by the hand and began leading him away from the stages. His friends called after him, rudely bragging that their friend was going to fuck you. Mark shot them a dirty look before turning his attention back to you. You didn't want to admit it, but you really wanted him to fuck you. You secretly hoped he would beg for permission to enter you and make your night worth it. You led Mark over to the small couch in the champagne room, closing the door behind you. "Song selection?" You asked. He browsed through the options....(if you're going to listen to the song, now might be a good time). You smiled at his choice. "One of my favorites to dance to." You said, with a wink. Mark smirked and laid back on the couch until he was almost laying down. You began to sway to the music, climbing to the highest point on the pole, and spinning yourself back down. You backed up until your body was mere inches away from Mark, begging for him to touch you. He started to, but hesitated. "C-can I?" He asked. You nodded, kneeling down, granting him access to untie your string thong. You stepped out of it and turned to Mark, exposing your lower half entirely. Mark stared at you as you began to climb the pole again, you made sure to climb extra high so he could catch an eyeful. You noticed one hand disappear into his pants. You bit your lip thinking about what he was doing. "Y/N...please?" That was all you needed to hear. You dismounted the pole and approached Mark who was eagerly unzipping his pants, lustfully looking at you with those dark brown eyes. You seated yourself next to him on the couch and he planted his lips onto yours. You deepened the kiss, running your fingers through his red and black hair, being careful to give it a little tug here and there. He poked his tongue into your lips several times asking for entry, and you granted him it. Your tongues danced together as he ran his fingers down your back, untying your string top. He rubbed your breasts and you felt a moan from him vibrate into your mouth. You pinned him on his back and felt his member against your inner thigh as you straddled him. He continued to play with your breasts while you let out the occasional breathless moan. You rubbed your oiled down body against his member. "Y/N, baby, don't tease me anymore, I want you so badly." Mark whined. You giggled and positioned yourself atop his firm member and lowered your nice tight womanhood on top of it. "God, Y/N!" Mark moaned, thrusting his hips up into you. "Damn girl, you feel so good." You gently rode Mark, a tease, since you knew he wanted to be fucked hard. His expression changed from pleasured to pained and eventually he couldn't contain himself any longer. He sat up and forced you onto your hands and knees. He forced his hardened member into your dripping pussy and fucked you harder than you had ever been fucked before. Sweat drenched his forehead as his only concentration was to kill the feeling that was built up in his body. "Y/N, I'm gonna cum!" Mark moaned as his thrusts began to get slower and more sloppy. You were ready. You held your climax for as long as humanly possible and you couldn't wait anymore. You released your wetness onto Mark and his member. Panting you accepted his large load, almost cumming again as it entered you. Your whole body tingled and pulsed as Mark left you in a heap. He breathed heavily for a moment, shooting looks at you every few seconds just to admire what a beauty you were. He eventually found the strength to rise and dress himself again. You slipped yourself back into your outfit. You had about 20 minutes to wash up in the bathroom before it was time to return to the stage. "Y/N...that was amazing. We have to see each other again. I couldn't live without doing that." You smiled. "Check the schedule, you'll always know when I'm here. I'm labeled as Spitfire." You winked, and bypassed Mark to head through a door labeled employees only. When you returned to the stage, your coworker handed you a napkin. "A guy with red and black hair left this for you." She said, handing you the napkin. On it was a phone number, an address, and a note begging you to call. You placed the napkin in your panties and danced with a better mood for the entire night, greatly looking forward to more sexual encounters with Mark.