Hustler Stories Novels & Stories

She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and reading some of them softly under her breath. “Hmmm, look at this one,” I said. “This person seems to have described our date last week in perfect detail.” It was a story about a woman who liked to be spanked and punished. “I like this one,” Carrie said, pointing to another. “I really think we should try and work this one into our next date.” The story was about a couple who arranged to act like strangers and meet up at a trashy bar and pick each other up. There were long descriptions about them fucking in the back of the bar as the guys playing pool watched and stroked their cues.

As he was about to lay his hands on me someone punched him and I raised up my head to see Luca standing there with anger written all over his face as he punched the man until he started bleeding …I snapped out of my trance and held Luca away from the man… “Fucking Bastardo”the man said as he scurried away I turned and saw Luca still staring at the man in front of me .. “How'd you find me “I asked looking a little bit shocked “This is my club and one of my guys spotted you coming here alone,what were you thinking…he could have raped you..”he yelled I flinched but looked at him with anger in my eyes… “You can't just come over here and start yelling at me like I'm your property or something lik

I've a sharp knife, just to make him scared of me. But you know what, I didn't go to the park on that day because I was imprisoned the same night. As you know I'm a thief and also young and the people here in my town are not innocent. Everyone here in the North are liars, thieves and corrupted people. State soldiers sometimes came here to inspect and if they received a complaint, they would imprison the person responsible for the act even without knowing the truth. Here in the North injustice is justice for everyone. Many people have migrated from here to other directions. Best place is the Centre, at least you can peacefully live there. But there's an advantage too if you're accidentally in

Five years ago wasn’t just streets and survival. It was structure underneath chaos. Deals happening in rooms with no windows. People who didn’t need to raise their voice to control everything around them. And I got pulled into it when I thought I was just surviving. Keisha watched me like she was trying to find the version of me she used to trust. “What did you do, Malik?” she asked softer now. I exhaled slow. “I cleaned up something I should’ve never touched.” My phone rang. Unknown. We both saw it.

Jefferson laughed, finding it funny to think what kind of fight the two of them would have; he couldn't wait to see it; it must be hilarious. Getting information from Max was as easy as turning a palm. He answered all of Jefferson's questions without feeling strange and suspicious, without asking him back. For example, about their business. It turns out that apart from drugs, gambling, and casinos, Homer also runs several brothels. Homer sometimes checked on those places, but he rarely went to brothels. Hugo often went to their brothels; he had some favorites, but it was not for the job. He came to have fun.

Rachel winked, “It was my ultimate test and you endured it. I don’t care if my friends say I’m a liar when I’m telling them I’m a virgin. I know what’s the truth.” “You’re the prettiest virgin, I should claim.” Hugh lost his early on from a hooker. That portion of the avenue 20 minutes away from his family’s old home had been known as a “Slut’s slot.” One night, walking in the area coming from a drinking session among college buddies, he bumped into one who asked money from him in exchange for a quick sex. He only had a student’s allowance but it was enough. He was shivering and couldn’t recall if he truly enjoyed it. The whore, as he suspected, was faking it. She’d be accused of flapping if

I pointed out. Hannah rolled her eyes skyward. “Even he would understand in a situation like this” I sighed, suddenly feeling very tired. “I think it’s better if I leave” I made to get up, and she clasped her hands in front of me, “Okay, sorry, I just wanted to get that out of the way,” I sit back down, “Now I found some other interesting g stuff, turns out your hubby is a notorious business man,” her voice lowered, “There are some rumors of him related to mobsters and doing business with illegal corporations.”

I replied and they all just look at me. "She's supposed to be a good story teller since she's a writer." Rustin stated. "But you made it sound like we had a one-night stand and I you got pregnant." "Well, we had sex and I did get pregnant." I replied. "Still sounds like we had a one-night stand and I knock you up." Rustin laughed. "What you want me to tell them how many times we had sex? I have no idea. I don't keep track of those kinds of things." I replied.

Then again, tonight was the first time I actually tried to fuck a woman. “Now, I need an answer,” he says, cutting through my thoughts. “You tried to distract me. It didn’t work.” “Why?” I ask. “There are so many guys out there who are easier. Guys who are actually gay. You’re wasting your time on me.” “I like a challenge.” Of course he does. This is Blaze, the stripper, the biker, the guy who takes what he wants. I’m getting distracted again, caught up in my own fucking head.

The other lived right here, in New York, in the Hutton family house. David Mackie Hutton had two sons- Dexter and Reed-. They were known all over New York was their unlawfulness. Reed was a quiet man in public, but in the shadows, he exhibited worse than the devil. He took girls like toys he could use and dump. When a woman refuses to acknowledge him, he would have her caught, drugged and raped. As for Dexter, he was a thick-skinned lunatic. He never bothered to hide his true colours in public and would flirt and f*ck anything in skirt.