The Complete Story of Vincent Hancock

by K Westlake

  My hands moved to her waist as I slowly started to thrust in and out of her warmth. She squirmed with delight when the tip of my cock brushed her cervix. "Yes, oh my god yes," she groaned, "Fill me up and fuck me! Give me all you have, give it to me baby!"

  I paused my own thrusting as my body was electrified and my senses were on fire. I was on the verge of coming. She looked straight at me with lustful eyes and begged me. "Why are you stopping? Please don’t stop, you feel so good!"

  I struggled with my desire to stop but managed to reply to her, "I am trying to stay in you as long as I can!"

  "No, don’t fight it baby." she begged, "Don't stop doing what you are doing to me. Please keep going baby, it feels so good. It feels so right, I want it!"

  I held on to the naked flesh of her delicious ass tightly and started to work myself in and out of her warm and inviting mound. I could feel the power of my orgasm building inside me and I would not stop myself this time. Miss Carver wrapped her athletic legs around me and pulled my body closer towards her sweat glistened skin. As she bit my ear she encouraged me to keep up my rhythm and she let out further moans of pleasure.

  "Oh baby yeah! Just like that, don’t stop I need it nice and deep!"

  My hips took over and they jumped into overdrive, they worked like pistons on an old steam engine. My rhythm was solid and constant, which made Miss Carver melt as she grasped on tighter. The head of my angry cock was happily rubbing against her cervix, and she came after attempting to hold back her own gratification. The sights and sound that filled the small room soon encouraged me to the heights of ecstasy. The surge inside me was too much and my muscles burned as my cock released my cream deep inside her. She pulled me against her and felt my virgin seed fill her body. I responded in kind and I felt every movement of her upon my still sensitive tip. She held me tight as she caught her breath, her nails dug in as if she did not want to ever let me go. She felt fulfilled and content, her body was satisfied for the time being. She wrapped her arms around me with a tenderness I still remember fondly and kissed my lips with thanks. Her pussy tightened around my intruding member and the smile she gave me told me that she loved that I was still firm. The look in her eye proved that she wanted more from me and was about to have her second helpings of me.

  Sadly any attempt at further lovemaking was broken by the sound of Miss Carvers boyfriend calling out for her. He moved slowly and called with a desperation that was tinged with alcohol. Miss Carver ran to reattach her clothing and motioned for me to fix my own attire.

  “Quick, Sebastian will be here any second! Turn the fan on and open a window quickly, please!” Miss Carver fumbled with her clothes and sprayed air freshener to mask the smell of our previous union.

  From outside the door her boyfriend bellowed. “Tabatha? Tabatha, are you still down here? Look, we really need to talk about us. I love you and I will take that job in Vancouver, I don’t want to lose you over this!”

  I looked at Miss Carver and offered a look of concern. “Tabatha, I shall say nothing I promise!”

  Miss Carver had a tear rolling down her face as she mouthed “Thank you Vincent!”

  I nodded my head and watched Miss Carver leave the office to speak to her boyfriend. It dawned on me that I finally knew the object of my lust’s full name and that I had finally fulfilled a long held desire. I also realized that it was unlikely that Miss Carver would allow me to sample her flesh again despite the obvious enjoyment we shared. It was obvious that Tabatha loved her boyfriend and that in her upset state of mind; she needed to feel something or wanted to punish her lover in some way that I did not understand. I never did get to experience another moment with Miss Carver as both she and I left the College, there was never any attempt to keep in touch and she is nothing but a memory of innocence lost.

  Ms De Costa clicked her Dictaphone and gave a smile of gratitude. “Thank you Mr. Hancock, you have given me an interesting start to my project.”

  “Not a problem!” I replied, I examined my interviewer for any hint of what she truly thought of the story but I found no immediate evidence of her feelings. Valerie had kept neutral throughout my story and had made occasional notes on a jotting pad. “Do you think there is anything usable there?”

  “I am not sure, but I will see what I can use and contact you if I need further information.” Ms De Costa rose up and offered her hand. “Thank you for your time and effort Mr. Hancock. It is getting late and I am on a deadline.”

  I stood as a matter of manners and took her hand, as protocol would dictate. As I watched her walk away for a second time that night, I noticed that she walked away a lot more gingerly than when she brought us our drinks. Perhaps my story had an effect after all.

  Career Opportunities

  It had been nearly a week since out last meet up and in honesty; I had given up any hope of continuing this serialization of my exploits. It was a shame as it was easy money, all I had to do was talk and most people who know me well enough know to their own detriment; I am a man who likes to talk! Ms De Costa was already at the service station and had taken the liberty of ordering for me already. I was quite used to women ordering for me, as part of my job sometimes women like to reverse the standard roles so that they can feel a sense of power often lacking in their everyday lives. I thought it now irrelevant, but the psychology behind it was true.

  Ms De Costa stood and offered her hand in greeting. “How’s business then Mr. Hancock?”

  I laughed at her turn of phrase and replied with an appropriate level of sarcasm. “That is what we are here to discuss!”

  “Indeed it is Mr. Hancock, do you need anything before we get down to business?” I noticed that the journalist was much happier to see me this time and wondered what had changed in the last week.

  “I am good, thank you.” Valerie still seemed happy in herself and without wanting to enquire into her own personal life, I asked on feedback of our previous session.

  “Did you editor appreciate that initial interview?”

  De Costa smiled with an unmistakable look of triumph. “She was very happy and is publishing it in the next issue, she is very keen to serialize our conversations and it seems quite open ended. Hopefully I may get a staff position with our work here!”

  “Congratulations!” I was pleased that the story was not a waste of time but felt no attachment to her literal success. “What do you wish to know today?”

  Valerie flipped the Dictaphone into action and replied with her normal business like demeanour. “Mr. Hancock, could you tell our readers in your own words. How did you become a Male Escort?”

  After I had my dalliance with Miss Carver I stalled in my efforts to join the Navy, I managed to dislocate my right knee and tore the ligaments whilst playing football with friends. The next year was painfully boring; the recovery took the best part of a year. But I decided that I would join the Navy no matter what. I dated infrequently but didn't really have a proper steady girl, on a night out with some college friends I met a girl who I thought was the one for me. It turned out she wanted to travel and it was the end of that relationship which made me join the Navy. I was Nineteen and needed to escape the one horse town which had been my home since birth. It was strange, as up until enlisting in the Navy, I had never left the insular Island that we call home.

  “So you became an escort when you left the Royal Navy because of an injury to the tendons in your right knee?” Ms De Costa moved a stray hair from her face as she spoke, she continued to show little emotion and I got the feeling that despite her good fortune with my story. I couldn’t help but notice that she struggled to be invested in her current project.

  “I became an escort about a year after I left the Royal Navy, I spent a year squandering my compensation money and managed to run up some heavy debts living a life which was not my own!” I let my sentence trail off; I did not really want to talk about the dark days between my release from the Navy and my eventual career as a male escort.

  Valerie
persisted with her line of questioning, like all good journalists she could smell an interesting story. It did not matter to her, that it was a part of my life that was filled with my greatest shame. Valerie knew that it was this part of my life that molded me into who I am today; unfortunately I may have to dredge up the past for this session to continue.

  “Excuse me; I need to use the facilities.” As I stood, I wondered if this little interview was a good idea. There were parts of my past which I preferred to keep quiet and personal. I walked away to the toilets hoping that Valerie did not want to delve too deep into my mistakes, perhaps my triumphs would be something she could focus on instead.

  *

  I returned to Valerie still unsure of our arrangement and I dreaded her revealing the poorly healed scars that she could easily re-open. It must have been strange for Valerie to see me with such trepidation but to my surprise she took my hesitation with much better grace than I had expected. Valerie looked me over and decided to change her tact. “Okay then Vincent, tell me about your first ever assignment as a male escort!”

  Her question was a tame one and I felt comfortable enough to answer her question with as much detail as she wanted.

  “My first assignment was with the same organization that I am still aligned to, loyalty is something I hold dear to my heart and they have always played fair with me. It was an old navy friend who suggested that I try selling my services for cash. I was desperate and needed funds to keep the wolves from the door. My time in the Navy allowed me to expand my skill set and my friend Terry was already involved in the escort trade. He had persuaded me that I had nothing else to loss and he was ultimately right.” Valerie listened and did not ask the questions that I feared to hear. Instead she prompted me to give additional information on the client.

  “What was your first clients name and why did she feel the need to come to you?”

  My memory filled with my first encounter for the organization, I stifled a laugh and told Valerie all I could remember.

  “Her name was Roxanne and she was an American student who was apparently naive to the customs of the old country. Her mother had decided that her daughter’s innocence was a commodity that should not be sullied by some jock in their rundown barn. I was paid the princely sum of £350 to relieve her of her virginity and give her self esteem a boost!” I could see Valerie had taken exception to my story already but I was not going to change the true facts of the event.

  “So you were paid to fuck to a naive young girl, whose mother wanted to deflower her offspring to prevent a yokel pawing at her innocent flesh?” Valerie looked at me sternly and waited for my response, she was upset by the story and on reflection it was a pretty twisted assignment. But I had no explanation to give her, so I ignored her stares and continued with my story.

  The first time I met Roxanne was when we dined at a local bistro on the embankment. It was a lovely place that has since become a franchised restaurant. I believe the owner died of a heart attack a few years ago, it was unfortunate as he put everything he had into that eatery; it really was his pride and joy. I realized that I was going off topic and Valerie’s facial expression was one of polite irritation turning into mounting impatience. I returned to the story and gave Valerie as much information as I was able to recall for her.

  Roxanne was wearing short denim skirt and some charity shop sandals that really accentuated her shapely legs. She also wore a lumberjack shirt with her top buttons undone in anticipation of her future activities. I had no idea of how this would play out and was winging the encounter as it went along. I was sure that Roxanne had no inkling as to my true profession, but her boldness upon arrival quickly changed the tone of the evening.

  “Hi, I’m Roxanne and you must be my paid for Prince this evening?” Roxanne giggled and sized me up with her beautiful and youthful eyes.

  I was slightly off balance by her behaviour; it was obvious that I had been misinformed by my employers.

  “Hello, I am Vincent. How are you doing this fine evening?”

  Roxanne giggled and put her hand on mine. “It is okay Vincent, please drop any formalness. I know exactly what my mother is doing and you are entirely innocent in this.”

  “I don’t know what you mean. I was told that you needed some company in this city by a mutual friend....” My sentence trailed off, the whole scheme was flawed and I was transparent before Roxanne.

  Sensing my discomfort, Roxanne beckoned me to continue our encounter and offered a disarming smile. “Relax Vincent, I fully intend to take advantage of my mother’s interfering ways and I will fuck your brains out by the end of the night!”

  I was obviously caught in some power game that I had no understanding or interest in all that mattered was the happiness of the client. As long as the rules were maintained then I would be happy to accommodate most scenarios.

  My response was in hindsight silly but it broke the ice. “So you are not a virgin?”

  “I am so not a virgin, cutie! I became a woman a few years ago and have an active sex life away from the eyes of my controlling mother!” Roxanne smirked and tried to get the attention of a waiter.

  “So you take advantage of the pool boy and personal trainers?” my question was irrelevant but she humoured me out of courtesy.

  “Of course, my father is very rich and we have a reputation to uphold. I can’t just sample everyone I find attractive as it may upset his political desires over the pond.” Roxanne smiled and I started to weigh up the obvious vixen. She had managed to conceal her true self from her family and was a very sexual young woman.

  Roxanne ordered us a pizza to share and we both decided to try the red wine that our waiter recommended. The evening went very quickly and I found Roxanne an intelligent yet at times seemed a socially awkward young women, her family life had obviously scarred her view on many issues. Her looks were not the classic American cheerleader; she was cute in her own way but did not exploit herself for anybody. I guess Roxanne was comfortable in her own company and she needed no validation from anybody else. When the time came to leave I was happy to pay for the food and drink, I have since learned that an escort pays for nothing but I believe Roxanne appreciated my chivalry. Roxanne took my hand as we left the restaurant and insisted that we return to her flat which was housed in a converted warehouse in the back streets of Camden Town. I was not going to refuse; I was enjoying her company and was quite happy to go to bed with her. The bus ride to her apartment did not take long and we managed to reach her home before the heavens opened on us both.

  *

  The inside of Roxanne’s home was Spartan and it held little attachment to her family. Roxanne excused the decor and tried to convince me that she had only just moved in. There were piles of books along the floor and an old leather sofa facing the television. Roxanne turned on a film she had been watching and beckoned me to sit with her in her own personal sanctuary. Needless to say,

  Roxanne soon ended up on my lap and her body hinted to me what the inevitable conclusion of our night together would be. I decided to take the initiative and I picked her up and carried her to the bed. Roxanne kept a hold on me and dragged me down to her level; she instinctively took control and began to straddle me. I was thinking that now would be a good time to kiss her. I reached up and caressed her cute cheeks with my hands. Roxanne responded to me and her head followed my gentle encouragement down to my lips. We looked into each other’s eyes and waited for each other to act. Finally we kissed, with a tender and insistent pressure that hinted at our own anticipation and readiness for something a lot more strenuous and energetic.

  I moved my hands across her body and felt the smooth texture of her tanned legs. Her breath became short as I explored her figure through her clothing, Roxanne responded by exposing me back and slowly scratching me with her finger nails. I went for the top button of her shirt and began to kiss her collar bone with tenderness and obvious intent. I slowly undid all the buttons to her shirt which exposed her black bra and taught
stomach to my eyes. I took off her shirt and dropped it by the bedside, in return my own shirt was discarded by Roxanne’s practiced hands. As we returned to each other’s lips, I undid the clip at the back of her bra; her skimpy clothing fell away and revealed to me her erect and eager nipples.

  We continued to roll around on the bed and our kisses seemed to exist in their own time line. Roxanne was happy in her current state of undress and obviously enjoyed our passionate embrace. I caressed all I had available to me. All exposed skin was treated with a fragile worship, my lips tended to her chest, breasts, arms, and stomach with equal attention. Eventually my interest moved towards her shorts and the arching of her back sounded her approval for my next move. I knelt between her legs and went to unfasten her shorts, in return Roxanne grinned and offered eyes filled with lust. Her shorts fell away and I was left with her wearing the tiniest of black thongs that left little to the imagination. Roxanne turned on to her front and hinted for me to pay attention to her back, neck and shoulders. She was extremely receptive to my touch and she purred as I kissed the nape of her neck. My hands followed the contours of her body and her body trembled with sexual excitement.