Hustler Novels & Stories

I question looking at Chase He glances in my direction briefly, "Don't ask me," he says nervously "So you guys haven't fucked?" Amber-Rose directs her question to Chase Why do I feel like I don't understand anything these people say? What is 'fucked' and 'horny'? They don't even sound like English words. "What does that mean?!" My eyebrows furrow as I get more irritated "It's another word for the S word," Amber says, placing her hand on my shoulder as she wiggles her eyebrows.

He walked closer to me and started moving his middle finger over my face. "you are so disgusting. You kidnapped someone else's wife to satisfy your needs?" I said with disgust. "Not anybody's wife, just Jason Daniel Roberts' wife". He said without hesitation. "aren't you ashamed of yourself Michael?" I asked him with disgust. "oh darling, you are so beautiful. Should I be ashamed of lusting over a beautiful woman like you?"

Before my mind could go totally off the rails, I heard the door handles squeak and my head quickly snapped to the entrance as the doors flew open. In walked a young man. He was tall, dark, and well built. His hands looked clean but rough, like mine. I could tell he was a hustler like me who had to pry his way out of the graveyard and to the top. Hustlers may polish themselves up and act kind, but we are still poisonous. “Sorry for keeping you waiting, Charlotte “, he said. I followed him with my eyes as he took confident strides towards me. “You don't mind if I call you Charlotte, do you?”, he said with his beautiful, beautiful

Anita struggled to swallow Stacie’s words,she didn’t expect to get such news. And he had chosen to move on with Mimie of all ladies,she wasn’t really surprised it was Mimie. She was capable of anything and had sworn to do anything to get Rio to herself. She had pondered on Stacie’s words,she wondered why the woman had chosen to see her a sex worker. She had never been a fan of indecent dressing so she found it disturbing when she was addressed as such. Stacie had been less interested in what she had to say when she tried explaining who she was to Rio, shooed Anita away and told her to never come back.

he held her face & forcefully make her look at him. "Don't worry, we will abort this baby," Hussain said widening his eyes looked completely psycho. Zoya gasped in shock. She couldn't find words to talk with him. "Once this baby will get out of your system, then I'll make you mine" Hussain smiled wickedly. "What kind of a human you are?" Zoya asked him. Hussain smiled at her as if she complimented him. "I am not a normal Human. I am the Hussian Hosseini. I work in a Mafia & mind you Milady, I've never revealed my identity to any girl before except you. Now only two people know about my truth. You and my Ammi"

Austin smiled at the memory. It had taken money, whispering in listening ears, along with a few threats, to get Hudson out of cuffs and back on the streets after the stunt he’d pulled. He hated the manhandling of women, especially strippers and hookers, who he claimed weren’t there by choice. He had a warped sense of responsibility towards women who couldn’t fend for themselves.

Amidst the sea of sweaty bodies, one figure stood out-a tall, muscular white man with a tribal tattoo snaking up his neck, a telltale sign of his true identity. Lukas, the infamous p**n star known as "The White Horse," was in the house. His 10-inch cock was legendary, and his love for black women was the stuff of fantasy. But tonight, he wasn't here for work. He was here to let loose, to dance, and to maybe find a willing partner to satisfy his carnal desires.

His hand didn't leave mine as I struggled to cover my stained shirt. "I think I saw you in my class-" He said. "Don't scare her bro" His friend said as they laughed. He chuckled looking back at me. "I am not scary, Am I ?" He asked, I just looked away. Our college didn't have the stereotypes they showed in shows on N*****x or TV. But every college has the popular kids type. He was that. The popular guy every girl liked. He was liked by the teachers even cause he was pretty rich and very nice. Only to the girls. He was the playboy who slept with three girls with no relationships with either of them.

He’s mine now and you do not fucking hurt him in any way! “Actually, it was a gutter downtown after a bunch of thugs beat me up for a drug debt I bumped. I’m an ex-hooker, luv, and I fucked men for money, not married them. I had my own little operation going before this one bailed me out of the shit storm and gave me a job in his sex club. Saved my arse and well, I fell for him hook line and sinker. As for the accent, it’s genuine, sort of. I’m a Londoner, but yeah, common as they come, and grew up begging for scraps and screwing men from a very young age. You were close though, so half a gold star for that. As for his bank balance, well, I don’t really need it considering he gave me the clu

stung! "Although I am not the only one you have fucked tonight, am I?" She laughed, picking up the TV controller. She aimed it at the Tv and turned it on; a stilled image popped up on the screen of Hugo pinning a pretty blonde waitress up against the wall in the bathroom we had fucked in. His fingers up her skirt as his lips trailed down her neck.