The Hustler Novels & Stories

"Okay for years now I've not had anyone in my life. It's because of my past but I really want nothing to do with people. I've done everything on my own, even pleased myself when I had an erection but then you did what you did yesterday and I realized how much I'd forgotten the taste of someone. It's not the same as using my own hands." "What are you driving at?" I was bitterly confused. "I'll pay you to be my exclusive sex partner." He said. His blank face didn't help me understand what he was thinking or what on earth was going on through his head as he spoke. "I thought you said you didn't do love." I reminded him, still not understanding his concept. "And this doesn't require love. I want

His eyes remained on me for more than a minute while I gave a cold smile in return. I was finally standing in front of him. I took out her hand for a handshake and without further ado, he took his hand out and gave me a handshake. “Shekinah Usher ” I introduced myself He smiled and did the same, my handshake firm and professional. “Adrian Alero ” “ Please have your seat” he said, sending a signal to the waiter. A little too nice I felt Adrian was for a man that was fuming with annoyance a few seconds ag

" 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

"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.

stung! "Although I am not the only one you have fucked tonight, am I?" She laughed, picking up the TV controller. She aimed it at the Tv and turned it on; a stilled image popped up on the screen of Hugo pinning a pretty blonde waitress up against the wall in the bathroom we had fucked in. His fingers up her skirt as his lips trailed down her neck.

Rhys asked him for the third time that day. A tipster had called to inform Rusty that Jag Springfield, lead singer of the punk band, Fetal Pigs, had just checked into the Toronto Hyatt with his new girlfriend, the daughter of a legendary film producer. Photos of the new couple wouldn't fetch the same price as ones of Shasta in rehab, but it was worth a trip into the city for the day, at least in Rusty's estimation. They'd be back that night, and Shasta wasn't going anywhere. She still had another couple of weeks before she could appear before the judge back in LA.

“You heard Master Sean, right? I doubt he’ll allow you to leave. Do you not know him?” “I do. He's a demon! A sadist! I think he’s got loose screws or maybe he’s just the personification of violence!” “You think he’s a demon? Be thankful you’re still alive. The person you’re calling a demon today can make your life a real hell. He’s the well-known multi-billionaire bachelor who owns the Herald Monopolies of Businesses… HMB. Like Elite Residential HMB, Asian International Airlines HMB, etcetera.”