Hustler Stories Novels & Stories

Hunter pushes him and clenches his fist, "I'm not a disgusting cock sucker like you!" Harvey scoffs, "Won't you like to have your cock sucked? Huh, Hunter?" he whispers and approaches him. He rests his forehead on his and licks his lower lip, "Be honest. You never imagined me on my knees and giving you the best time of your life?" he asks, sending his warm breath all over Hunter's body. Hunter gulps and shakily pushes him again, "Nonsense!" he shouts, "That's harassment! I'll have you sued for this!" he takes deep breaths. "You're fucking disgusting," he mutters before he pushes him again, making him stumble on the ground.

The cozy suburban home of your best friend Mark is quiet midday, since Mark and his dad Tyson are out visiting old friends at a gay bar and staying there for a few days to catch up. You swing by with the spare key to grab your forgotten laptop from Mark's room, packed with explicit hentai videos and pornographic images of busty milfs getting railed by massive cocks, creamy cum shots dripping from stretched pussies, tentacles fucking every hole.*

He hasn't been having much fun at all while Daddy's been cuckolding him and breeding his daughters. With a new story percolating in her mind, Kristen heads to her class, thinking about various sluts that could provide stress relief at Mr. Holiday's office. Office Slut Stress Relief Kristen is so excited when she figures out a hot story. Mr. Holiday needs some relief. Thanks to Kristen's writing, her fantasy world is coming true. Though the naughty writer doesn't know she's making her wicked desires come true, they are.

he hissed, sitting on the chair, watching his friend who could not stop laughing. Michael could picture NYC Hottest playboy walking down the aisle with his bride, giving their vows to each other, " OMG! This is the most hilarious and most anticipating news I have heard all my life, God bless that old man" Michael said in between laughter, " I can't wait to tell May. You don't worry, you can do the finding of the bride, leave the rest for us to handle, dear Upcoming Husband" Alex rolled his eyes at his best friend, " Get out of my office" he snarled, his lip twitched into a smile he tried to hide quickly as he watched Michael stand from his seat, trying to hold in his laughter as he walked ou

He sighed then looked at me again. "Speak up, what do you have in your defense?" He asked. "I am not defending myself. This all is a mistake. A misunderstanding if I am being honest." I replied and he frowned his brows. "What do you mean?" He asked. "About three years ago, while I was in London, completing my masters. I became friends on Facebook with a girl named Neha Samad. She showed me her pictures and I eventually started to like her. We used to talk and chat almost every day. We both had seen each other's pictures. One day I decided to confess. I confessed and she told me that I am not her type and was just flirting with me." I said and he stood up from his seat, gritting his teeth in

the man smiles brilliantly. "So what's your story?" The investor ran a hand through his trimmed hair, "I actually like breaking in beautiful youthful things," he snickered discreetly. "Hitched?" Lannie pried with a meddling grin, her eyes evading to the man's ring finger. "No way on earth, no. Ok, my story's exhausting as poop. I was a beautiful forlorn failure in school, however I earned substantial sums of money out of it. Out of nowhere got famous with the women."

In the final minutes, I spoke directly to the camera. "So there's an article circulating about me today," I said calmly. "And I want to respond factually. Yes, I partnered with Julian Joja. Yes, he invested substantial capital in my content platform. Here's the contract." I showed complete data regarding the contract reviewed and approved by an independent lawyer. "No romantic or sexual arrangements were involved in the business negotiations." During editing, I also uploaded a redacted version of our contract. "If you have questions about my business partnership, ask. I'll answer them. But if you want to spread fiction about my personal life, I'll ignore you. I'm too busy building something

I was still ready to fight for him. "Fuck Lynn, are you okay?", Luis rushed over to me the moment we were thrown out of the jazz club and on to the sidewalk. I nodded and shook my head all at once. "He's a bastard and if we wouldn't lose our jobs, I would say let's ruin the prick", I have never wanted to ditch a story so much in my life. It was clear that asshole was exactly who the tabloids had accused of being that and our story was to argue that it is not true.

"I am. I brought a total fraud to a fancy party, he embarrassed me in front of my coworkers, and then he tried to grope me on the dance floor. If that's not being an idiot, I don't know what is." "Believe me, I've seen worse," I said, trying to ease the weight off her shoulders. "I once went out with a woman who spent the entire night talking about her ex. Two hours of 'My ex said this' and 'My ex would never do that.' By the end, she'd drunk so much she threw up on my suit. An Armani, by the way." Annie laughed again, and something in me warmed at the sound. I liked being able to make her smile after the hell she'd just been through.

She just wanted to forget the rejection. Larissa pushed open the door at the end of the hall. “Finn room?” She smiled to herself as she walked in. Finn was going to be mad, but she didn't care. She collapsed onto the massive bed, clutching the bottle to her chest. She took a long gulp, the liquor spilling down her chin and onto her lingerie. A hysterical chuckle bubbled up from her throat. "Look at you," she slurred, staring at the ceiling. "So desperate, so pathetic."