Hustlers University Novels & Stories

"Don't think you're too lucky, he only selected based on image, not profile. Pack your things Lena, you're going tomorrow night, your tickets are ready, all that is left is for you to take your tests for a health check and that's all." "Tomorrow?" I wondered aloud. I had not taken the time to process these things yet and it was already happening so soon. "Yes, tomorrow." "Okay, are there any notes on how he likes to have sex? Or something?" I asked her. "He doesn't want the sex, just the act. Don't fuck this up. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity, you rarely get these back." "He doesn't want the sex?" I blinked twice, none of my make clients had said that before. There was something st

How the hell did that happen! "Good luck, you start Monday" The phone went silent and Danté hung his arm, dumbfound, how should he approach this? The info message came through about details of the university "South Harlem!?" He went cold, not only any university, a damn prestigious one as well! He worried his lack of knowledge might break his cover in this one, he had to find ways to educate his brain alittle more, at any cost.

Xavier didn’t rush. He gripped her hips and lined up the thick head of his massive cock, rubbing it up and down her slick pussy before sinking into her from behind in one slow, stretching thrust. Hazel cried out, face pressed into the velvet, tears streaming as he filled her completely, the burn exquisite.

She had grabbed my wrist and pulled me out of our dorm room while I was still in the middle of a sentence. I heard frat parties were crazy. People said you could watch a live sex scene happening right next to you and nobody would even blink. It was a free world here, apparently. Anything went. "Come on, Bow. Enjoy the night!" Harley yelled, already moving her body to the beat, her hips swaying like she was born for this. She was right, though. I was here already. I could at least try to loosen up. One night wouldn't kill me, right?

My pussy still felt swollen from the fight, that angry throb mixing with the hurt in my chest until I couldn’t tell which was worse. I grabbed my phone and opened the app store without thinking. No photos, no bullshit profiles, just straight dirty talk and vibes. I downloaded it fast, heart pounding while it was installed. “Fuck Jake and his mistress,” I whispered as I made my profile. Put up a quick shot of my cleavage in the tank top I still wore, no face, just tits pushed together and the hint of hard nipples showing through. Bio said fresh out of a cheating asshole’s bed, looking to feel wanted again. Send.

CHAPTER 1: THEIR SLUT NOELLE’S POV My transfer to State University was supposed to be about a fresh start. What it became was a six-month-long, slow-burn porno starring me and the two most infamous brothers on campus: Rowan, the quarterback with a smirk that could melt panties, and Declan, the running back whose brooding intensity promised filthy, filthy things. They called dibs on me that first day in the student union, not with words, but with a look.

just like other men but he was a special kind of asshole, he was the kind of asshole that had sex with her and abandoned her like a cheap slut in a hotel with two hundred bucks. But she needed this job, she needed this job more than anything even if Grayson Hunter was acting like he didn't know her, ‘I graduated from a good university, I have my masters and if you would look at my resumé you would know I have great work experience Mr Grayson'.

Vedanth's POV: "Forty thousand" , I heard the dealer whisper as he unzipped his bag. " No way dude! You said thirty five thousand when we talked earlier." Arnav lost his cool. " Yeah , but the police raided the slum after we striked the deal. They found some packets so we need to nullify the loss right?" He asked us . " But..." Arnav started, and I know it won't end now. I forwarded him the thirty five thousand and said I will gpay him the remaining amount.

the young man responded once more. "Looks like the one you crashed into is still a student, boss; we're doomed," Kheed said. "Her outfit appears to be from RiverStone University." "That's the worst part. That school is known for getting wealthy students. Some are from government households and business owners. It's not easy to get through when it leaked out in public. Our operation today can also be affected, and his most hidden secret will be exposed," Lucas said as he threw a cigarette on the road, looking at Luther.

Point of view: I am April Jane Santisima, a simple person but known as one of the brightest students in the school of St. Patrick Academy but name famous known not an Academy but a University. The owner change it when her Son manage it. I simply want to be able to study without being aggrieved, but why do they harass me every day? What wrong have I done to them so that they repeatedly bully me especially Karen who is a well-known queen bee or better known as the evil queen of the campus because of her bad behavior.