The Hustler Novels & Stories

" he whispered into Daniel’s ear. He dropped a hand and gripped Daniel’s dick just this side of too hard, and twisted his hand on the upstroke. Daniel was caught up in the erotic push-pull of this hooker’s touch, feeling as if he could come there and then. He didn’t know what to do with his hands, what he could touch, what he couldn’t, what he had paid for, what he hadn’t. Finally, he settled for grasping the drawer unit behind him for balance. He didn’t know what he expected, but he hadn’t expected the talking, and it wasn’t like he was stopping, his voice dripping with sex into his ear, "…so hot for this, aren’t you, so desperate for my cock in your virgin ass?" He smirked, using his free

"He wants to have sex again, but that is all he wants" "That arrogant bastard"

"Do you know how bad it got for Steve to even say he is going to involve the police? He absolutely hates them!" "I can't believe this," I keep my eyes transfixed on the spot. "I don't understand why she would want to kill anyone." "That's because she is crazy, just like her mother." Nola says. "I know that you are still new to Densberry and all, so I'm just going to be a gossip and tell you the lore. Mrs Huston isn't the real Mrs Huston. She seduced Mister Huston and stole him from his first wife. Rumors said that she also killed Mister Huston to be able to gain his wealth."

His hand was strong, proving that he was truly a mafia as described. I don't know why, but I began to breathe heavily. His eyes suddenly monitored my breasts which were slightly exposed as I had stoop low to wipe his face. I saw him gulped gently and continued staring into my bust. I wonder why he did that? Why is he staring at me lustfully? What is in his mind? Couldn't he just let me go? I made a gentle pull to get off his grip, however he tightened it. "You---Look" he paused and relented from saying anything further.

I ordered, smirking. Gripping my rock-hard cock standing proud like a Greek god, I grabbed a fistful of her hair and slammed into her soaking cunt from behind. A slutty moan ripped from her throat as I drove all the way in. Then, the door to her sitting room creaked open and a shadow slipped inside…standing frozen. I smirked. The image cleared….and there he was. Drake Houston. My business rival. My mortal enemy. The look of pain on his face… Fuck, I could almost taste it.

A goddamn porn star! “Jake?” A male voice greets us from inside the lobby and I’m introduced to Daniel Hunter. Another billionaire playboy from a wealthy family. The two men fist bump in such a laddish way and do that whole guy arm embrace thing, where they bump shoulders in a macho manner. I watch in complete disbelief that this man is my actual boss, acting like a street thug while his buddy is tugging along a leggy supermodel looking creature. Got over his porn star pretty quick.

Six years ago, all stations were hacked by a genius hacker named ‘Hugo’. At the time when all sites and stations were at his control, a list of politicians who were involved in slush funds was shown at the screens. As all citizens found out the truth, the masses forced the government to take an action. Therefore, the guilty sinners were put behind bars. However, the hacker ‘Hugo’ was arrested by the Cyber crime team, and spent five years in jail.

They all nod eagerly as they followed me out of the ballroom. Walking down the hallway, "Pardon my manners beautiful ladies, I forgot to ask for your names." I tell them. The laugh, "Well it's alright. I'll introduce myself first." The brunette said. "My name is Hailey Stan, My dad's a congressman and I begged to be his plus one as I'd never seen an actual prince up close." She said her cheeks pink. "Well now you've seen a prince up close and you may even get to be much more closer to him." I tell her my voice dropping an octave.

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.

-THIRD PERSON’S POV- “What is this hustler’s name?” Seff engaged Jarvaldo with the business card in his hand. He rose from the chair and his foot knocked over the empty communion wine bottle. It clinked and rolled on the floor. “He goes by the pseudonym of Shekel Moneta,” Jarvaldo divulged. “Give him a call. Tell him that you’re my guy.” Seff stopped the bottle with his foot and bent over to steady it on the floor. When he straightened, he took out his new Android phone to make the call. He wasn’t in the bullshit today with Jarvaldo. He assessed the business card and whispered the contact details: