Hustler Stories Novels & Stories

Three weeks and she was begging for it. This past year we did everything. Threesomes, foursomes, full orgies where I let strangers line up and fuck her one after another. I'm 32 and I run a billion dollar company, people respect me, my dad’s a pastor for God’s sake. Tomorrow morning we’ll be sitting in church like the perfect couple and everybody will smile at us thinking I’m some saint. But I’m not. But I guess you already figured that. I'm fucked up. A soft knock came at the door.

Ethan mounted her from behind and forced his cock back into her already-stuffed asshole. Lia screamed as both massive cocks stretched her to the limit. “Feel that? Two cocks ruining your holes at the same time,” Ethan growled, choking her lightly from behind. “Say it.” “I’m a whore!” Lia wailed, voice broken. “I’m a dirty fucking whore! Use me…. wreck me — please!” Jax slapped her tits hard. “Gonna turn this nerd into the team cum-dump.” They pounded her mercilessly. They pulled out and stood over her spent, ruined body. Cum poured from her gaping asshole and stretched cunt onto the mat. They made her crawl and clean both cocks with her tongue, licking every drop of cum, ass juice, and pussy

The rumors claimed that Nathan Clemon had abducted an underage girls, and his wife, Aebasa Clemon, had been sexually violated when she was a child. Daniel was desperate to discredit Nathan and suppress his limelight. He even dug up all the dirt on Hilda from her past. For example, he claimed that she had undergone an abortion during her high school years and that she used to have relationships with many men. Cobbling together bits and pieces of truth mixed with lies, he exposed them all at once. In particular, he highlighted the fact that Hilda had been molested as a child. He also emphasized that the male business man had married a woman that had been sexually violated before. Thus, no matt

seem to involve him drunkenly stumbling out of a club or party with a woman. Just as often, though, he's kicked out of a club for some sort of fight or other reckless behavior. I find one article about an incident where he tried to do some ridiculous stunt - the nature of the stunt is unclear, but the reporter seems to believe it involved a backflip off the bar and a flaming shot of tequila - and set a popular nightclub on fire. Another article covers a time he was nearly arrested for trying to sneak a horse into a club. A horse. Is this the sort of man we want in our life, sweet one? A man who spends his nights burning down clubs? A man who goes home with a different woman every few days?

Clara, one of the few maids I’d grown somewhat close to, was looking at me with concern. “You’ve been spacing out a lot lately,” she said, tilting her head. “And those dark circles under your eyes… Are you sleeping at all?” “Yeah, just tired,” I mumbled, forcing a weak smile and looking away. How could I possibly explain that I was up half the night touching myself while listening to Lord Blackwood fuck other women? That I wished with every fiber of my being that it was my pussy he was pounding instead? “Not used to the work here yet?” she asked gently.

Holly replied suddenly pondering on how insensitive this Ryder guy was becoming with every story. The lady named Catalina joined in by taking a seat and all of them except Holly share the wildest stories they've heard about the millionaire player. "I just wish we could give him a taste of his own medicine you know?" Catalina said with pain lacing her voice. "We can! And we will! Definitely. I for one, I am not letting that scumbag go scot free for what he did to me. That idiot probably already slept with half of New York by now." Kim ranted as Catalina nodded along.

HJ wanted me to leave. Instead, I lightened my tone. “To be honest, I might act out and fuck up one of your customers tonight. They’re out of control. I just had to threaten a guy. So I’m thinking I need a good fight story.” I smiled at my own joke, trying to lighten the mood. “Please tell me you killed the other guy.” He whipped around to face me. His black eyes pulled me in and tried to swallow me in their hollowness. “I did.”

)Panda whispered. "So Storm and I had sex, I liked it but he didn't, said I wasn't helping and called me a whore, told me to stay away from his brother, and threw me out of his room and said I should expect my payment for the sex."Bash told casually. " I met Callahan outside and he laughed hahaha at me and I met Cassy and she called me a little prick but the silly fool thought I slept with Callahan and oh did I forget to tell you that I was in my pants and I am certain I forget to tell you Storm called me a sex worker, I guess I deserved it, cheap me."

"That is me hitting the bottom of your pussy. No young boy reaches this deep, does he? Tell me how much deeper I am." "You are... deeper," I admitted, my voice shaky. "Much deeper." Mr. Harlan grinned and started thrusting faster in this folded position. His heavy balls slapped against my ass with every stroke. Sweat glistened on his chest and belly. The room filled with the wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of my cum-filled pussy. "You are taking me so well," he panted. "Such a good tenant. I think I am going to enjoy these two weeks even more than I thought. Maybe I will make the rent a little higher next month too. Would you like that? Paying with this pussy every time?"

They looked really happy unlike me, my life sucks. Scott pulled over when he found a spot to park in. I got out of the car and Scott said to us,"In case you haven't noticed, he's coming back today." "Who?" I raised an eyebrow at him. "Luke." Luke Henderson, biggest jerk of all time. He had the looks anyone would want to die for. Looks that could kill. He's been arrested many times and last week was one of those many times. Behind every successful jerk, there is always a successful bitchass.