Hustler Stories Novels & Stories

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."

I tried again, whispering right against Tyler’s neck while my toes crept higher, brushing over his cock through his shorts. It was half-hard but not responding like I needed. “Please, Tyler. I’m so wet right now. I need your cock stretching me open.” My voice came out breathy, desperate. He patted my thigh clumsily. “In a minute, babe… this story’s gold…” Then his eyes drifted again. Kyle laughed along, but his gaze never left me. “Some women need a real man on their honeymoon, you know? Someone who can keep up all night instead of tapping out after one round.”

I ask again in confusion. "I don't womanize and I'm not a priest nor buddhist. I'm gay." Nick told me. My mouth drops open in shock, Nick turns to look at me an annoyed look on his face. "Why are you looking so surprised, you act like we didn't make out as teenagers." Nick told him. "Yes we did multiple times but I thought it was just us teenagers messing around." I told him. "Well I don't mess around. I've never messed around." Nick said his voice low as he looked into my eyes.

He had clearly expected to come home to a refreshed, grateful wife. What he walked into instead stopped him dead in his tracks. His wife, the woman he had “sold” to his four friends for four days, was naked on the living room floor, being double-teamed by two of them while the other two used her mouth and body like she was their personal toy. The wet, obscene sounds of Jax’s cock sliding in and out of her soaked pussy filled the room, mixed with the wet slurping of her mouth on Marcus’s shaft. Derek’s suitcase slipped from his hand and hit the floor with a loud thud.

I asked. "Yes, when you escaped from india, We told them everything truth" Mom told me. "Then" I asked back. "You know our society, One you left everywhere it was hot topic even Rohan also faced humiliation because of his bride left him" She huffed. "I had met him once He told me if you had asked him you wanted to study more he will support you but you didn't tell him anything and left him" She said. "I thought he won't understand me like papa" I whispered.

Zach said mockingly. Yea he knows him too well. "Okay then," Daniel said and went back to his room. He changed into another dress and they left for the club. Zach was driving why Daniel view the cool scenario of Texas city. The car stopped moving and he looked around him. "You brought me to a strip club?" Daniel asked angrily "Chill dude, we came to catch some fun," Zach said nonchalantly. "Which fun? I hate those stupid hoes called strippers they irritate the hell outta me please get me out of here." Daniel said and walk towards the car when a cab pulled up beside him.

Bob asked her, he must have also noticed her weak countenance. “The madam has joined hands with someone we don’t know, work has been harder these days and the pay is still the same.” “They would have to break the rules before the Master can involve himself in it.” Bob said in defense, I didn’t know much but I could guess work meant ‘prostitution’ and it seems like they were making them fuck more people. That had to be hard, letting anyone touch you, anyhow they like, just the few hours I had spent with Carlos got me so sore, I wondered what ‘a lot’ meant.

He asked desperately, unable to facade his gentlemanly manners. He didn't expect her to run away without saying anything. He was born with a silver spoon and never get No as the answer. Furthermore, he was never good at understanding emotions. Without knowing what going on inside Arina, He told her his real intention for her. Anger crawled in Arina's heart, listening to him. He wanted to fuck her, that's why he wanted to marry her. Without thinking twice, she slapped him. "You want me to just fuck me, How can you think about that, I am not some girl who can sleep with you just because you are the king of Kenner” She yelled tear rolling down her eyes?

he says with a smirk plastered across his face. “Please no …no. Stop.” *SMACK* “Ahh…I'm a whore. One” *SMACK* “Ahhhh.. I'm a whore. Two” …..Five,....SIX…..Ten…... .Twelve….. Nineteen. “So this is the final deal” Clover fondled her head gently stroking her hair and caressing her ass cheeks with the stick. Her ass was all red and bruised. *SMACK* “Ahh.. I'm a whore. Twenty.”

A mixture of pain and pleasure ran through my vulva, suddenly forcing me to stretch my legs wider. “You are a slutty girl, right?” He asked, his face cold. With a smile, he continued, “You are a filthy cheater, honey. You've abandoned your husband to pleasure yourself with my images.” After swallowing hard, he clenched his teeth and added, “I'll teach you how to control your lust and there is only one way–to f*ck those juices out of your brains!” Meanwhile, he joined his two middle fingers and shoved them to the furthest point of my p*ssy, then suddenly thrust them out, saying, “Next time, I want you to narrate all the moments you have ever masturbated while thinking about me, sl*t–”