The Hustler - Part 2

The Hustler

Part 2 of 2

      

$300 was a lot of money.  I poured another drink and emptied it in one gulp. I placed the emptied glass on the table.  I turned towards the business man and reached for the money.  He smiled as he released his grip on the money.  I quickly placed it in my pants pocket.  The business man laid on his back, his hard cock sticking up.  As I stepped between his legs, he raised his legs.  The condom was securely protecting my cock.  As I approached his asshole, he widened his ass cheeks and I pressed my cock against the opening.  My cockhead popped in. He was tight but fuckable.  I pressed onward and did not entered his ass all the way. 

I started the slowly thrust of my hips.  In between breaths, he said, “Fuck me.  Harder.”

I did as he said and started to thrust my cock deep inside of him with all my power.  He let out some sounds but in between his grunts, he said “Harder.”  I continued until I felt the urge to cum.  I eased up and grabbed his cock and started to jack him off.  His cock was uncut, long, and hard.  I pulled the foreskin up over the tip of his cock and down back pass his cockhead.  He moaned so I increased the stroking.  He moaned louder and finally said, “I’m cumming.”  It did not much longer and I watched as gobs of cum spewed forth unto his stomach.  He came in buckets. It covered his stomach and chest.       

He growled, “Fuck me hard and cum on me.”  I resumed pounding his ass.  I put all I could into it.  When I felt ready to cum, I pulled out and removed the condom.  I took a few strokes and reared my head back and came on his stomach and chest.

The business man ran his hand all over the cum on his stomach and chest.  I had shot the biggest load that day.  I was now exhausted. I stood up and tried to catch my breath.  The business man went to the bathroom and grabbed a towel to clean up.

I got dressed.  I put my hand in my pocket and felt the money.  I wanted to leave, feeling safe and secure with myself and my money.  He stood there naked, his cock now limp between his legs.  He handed me a piece of paper with his cell phone number circled.  “Maybe we will do this again.” 

I said, “Maybe. Thanks.”  I headed out the door.