Hustler Stories の小説・ストーリー

Me well, I do like a woman and she is stunning. Honey is her name, and she is a bartender in our strip club called Lust. Honey is also a survivor of domestic violence. She fled her hometown and settled down here. Apparently, her husband attacked her, and she defended herself, stabbed him and ran. So was so timid and scared when she came to us for help, but it didn’t matter what she did, she survived and so she works for me. But even though I have feelings for her, I know she is still dealing with her past trauma. What do I do?

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.

Hunter gropes the silver cushion under his damp hair before answering: "It wasn't a big deal, just a fight between boys.” On my stomach, I lean on my forearms, moving my hair away from my face to face it. "Do you want to tell me?” My subconscious swears that this is not a different approach to knowing his secrets, just an innocent question. Hunter doesn't seem to care about my intentions with the question. He is more interested in playing with the ends still in curls of my hair. "I was young and a little dumb. I took a girl to bed, but she was scheduled to marry a rich man. Her brother found out what was happening, and when he heard that I was just a poor guy, we fought, and he stabbed me.”

With that, I turned around and dialed the number for the police. “Officer, I want to report a crime! My husband transferred my premarital assets without my consent to his mistress!” “I suspect they are plotting something!”

“He never jokes about anything, especially threats.” I shrugged, deciding to shove away the discussion and step into the current situation at hand. “Well, that’s the least of my worries right now.” We were at the bar section, waiting for my next target. For seven years, I’d planned my revenge on two men who’d been my recurring nightmares. First, it was Tyrique Sinclair. And the other? The one I was currently waiting for at the strip club was… Declan Hawthorne. Another mafia don. Billionaire. An underground criminal and secret assassin. Even the strongest men were scared to utter his name, and he rarely showed his face except at nights.

Skin slapping against skin, while the room was filled with wet and filthy sounds of raw sex and heavy breathing from both men. Robert pinched my nipples until I cried out around Marcus’s dick. “That’s it, Clarissa,” he rumbled. “Take us both. You feel so good… so tight… squeezing me like you never wanted me to leave.” His thrust picked up rhythm, harder and steadier, his balls slapping my ass. Marcus pulled out of my mouth, just long enough to slap his wet dick on my cheek. “You like this don’t you? Being used by both father and son. Debt whore!”

Rico climbed up and shoved his cock into my mouth, face-fucking me without mercy, his balls slapping my chin. “Look at her,” Jake laughed, stroking his own fat dick. “Boyfriend cheats and she turns into a five-man whore the same night. Pathetic little cumdump.” They rotated like I was their personal fuckin fucktoy. Marcus took my pussy next, fucking me even harder than Tyler, his hand choking my throat while he slammed into me. “Take it, you cheating slut. This is what you get for walking in on your man. Now you’re getting gangbanged by four stranger cocks instead.”

Exhaustion hit me all at once, and so did the weirdness of being apart from Rios for the next few days. “Do you want food? Wine? I’ve got everything.” “No, I’m good.” He raised a brow. “I bet you miss him already?” “Oh,” I said, laughing nervously. “Just overwhelmed, that’s all.” We didn’t mention Rios again. We sank into the couch and ran a few scenes. The dialogues were nothing serious and only the light stuff, and the lines with less drama. We worked for an hour before drifting to the kitchen, making toast, and gossiping about the overrated actors in the country, the tanking shows, and who was sleeping with whom. He basically told me about all the dirt in SCS, seemingly forgetting that I

“I told you, I won’t force you.” “But we must, I mean we can’t fake the-” “We’ll mark each other. It'll be enough to sustain our story. I know how you feel about it, but the mark will fade away eventually. We'll renew it once in a while.” By the end of this talk, he was only in his underwear. A small whimper escaped my mouth causing me to slap a hand over it. His laugh filled the room. Despite the turmoil of emotions that were ravaging my mind, I couldn’t deny the fact that his body was nothing less than perfect.

we're notorious bullies terrorising prisoners. As they glide furtively towards the new inmate from the back he gets up curious and moves towards them to get a better idea as to what they were up to. Suddenly one if the inmates swung his leg against that of the new inmate and sends him crushing to the floor in surprise . The two prison bullies now jumped on him swinging their weapons at him to strike him dead. He rolled away at the last moment to avoid their weapons. He had a scare on his cheek The quiet gentleman suddenly coiled up and swung into action . He bent down swiftly, grabbed the neck of one of the bullies just as he was about to sink his improvised knife into the new inmates belly