Hustler Novels & Stories

As I turned around, I immediately jumped back upon seeing a man standing there, his eyes filled with lust as he looked at me. "Who are you and why are you in this place?" “Call me delicious, but my name is Dusty. By the time you're finished giving me a blowjob, I assure you that you'll declare my taste to be delightful.” “Don't even think about getting close to me, you'll regret it, asshole.”

Luke stormed to Deck 17 to meet his grandpa, Benson Sylvester. Yes, he was the one and only Lucien Sylvester, the most notorious man in the city. His bad reputation had earned him the nickname of a devil. As such, all the bi*ches flocked to him like bees to honey. But he didn’t need them at the ripe age of thirty-two. He needed a genuine woman, a woman who could handle his children and his reputation. He needed someone selfless who wouldn’t choose him for his wealth.

The rain lashed against the windows in dark, sideways sheets, distorting the city lights into blurry streaks of yellow and white. He held a heavy crystal glass in his right hand. He took a slow, deliberate swallow of the expensive scotch, letting the dark amber liquid burn its way down the back of his throat. He did not care that she was gone. That was the fact he had been repeating to himself since Sunday afternoon. He was Xavier Sterling. He commanded a multi-billion dollar financial empire. He crushed rival hedge funds before breakfast, and he absolutely did not chase women. If a woman walked away, she was forgotten and replaced by noon the following day. That was the rule. He bought what

Some of them did not even stop at the red light – they pressed the accelerator instead of the brake, as if blessed with immortality. Anubhav turned and caught a glimpse of himself on the mirror above the wash basin. His usually sharp, light blue eyes looked hazy owing to the long and tiring journey. His eyes narrowed and he absently stroked his jet black hair. As always, his hair did not need the services of a comb, it was silky and fell fashionably just by finger combing. Friends at home used to call him Tom Cruise, not without reason. There was a letter on the bed.

He tilted his head and spoke. "You're going to get a hole in your chest if you keep staring at me." His warm voice made the warning feel more like an advice from a close acquaintance. His attire was a familiar but she couldn't make out where she saw it. It was when she noticed a part of the blue dragon tattoo on the side of his neck that she realized. "Are you an assasin from the Hian Ji clan?" She asked without hesitation and continued. "Yes, you are one. A lone wolf at that if I'm not wrong. What is your purpose here?"

The abundant province may look clean and green on the outside but in reality, the businessmen were being run by the dirty politicians who's been handled by the powerful syndicates. Fernando Cristobal owns the biggest law firm and a private and corporate investigation agency in the province. His family is one of the wealthiest families in the country. Fernando is not just an advocate for justice, but also a philanthropist. He gives his service pro bono to those poor people who can't afford to have an attorney. Little did he know that his good deeds will only lead to his downfall.

" I take what Kanye says into serious consideration because everything that he said was the truth. Not many of us have real friends that you'll ride with to the end, not me atleast. I have no friends, the only people I have ever considered a true friend are mass murderers and I'm currently on my way to snitch on them so I guess I'm not a real friend either. My concentration broke as a black suv pulled up beside me. I tried to keep a blank face and not turn around, acting as though I was too tuned into my music to notice them.

I guess he was very considerate, waiting for me. As I get back into his car, after sending the money, he waits for me impatiently. “This is the most absurd thing I have ever seen in a prostitute.” Damn idiot! “I already told you that I'm not a prostitute, stop calling me that!” I told him very angry. “I don't think so.” He tells me driving back to the city. “A slut is a slut, you can't deny what you are.” I wanted to beat him up like he was a fighter, but he had already paid me a large sum of money. , I couldn't say no.

She was a random call girl he brought to an hotel last night to satisfy his sexual urge, he knew better than to take her to his multi billionaire mansion, ofcourse his nosy mother would pester the life out of him, for sleeping with a call girl. Gently the lady pulled the towel off her hair and his eyes trailed down her thick, long black hair that descended down her shoulders. She was different, different from other call girls he had ever being with, not like he had been with more than one though but she still felt different, everything about her was different, it felt weird but the night they spent together was the most blissful he ever had. Harold Houston was a renowned business man, he was

He said winking at me "I see, so who is the top in the relationship?" Malcolm asked smirking at me "Nathan is. At first we were in the switch but I decided that being a top wasn't for many and I love being a bottom" I said smirking back "Oh, because most guys are ashamed. Being a bottom is amazing but most wouldn't understand the pleasure we get out of it. They see it as a lower stage of homosexual and they think we're actual pussies" Malcolm said to me