by K Westlake
Finally Roxanne could stand no more and twisted around to grab my belt. She was in a sexual frenzy and had one thing on her mind. Roxanne removed my trousers with little care and immediately grabbed my obvious erection through the fabric of my boxer shorts. I couldn't take any more and guided Roxanne back down onto the bed, so we could continue our explorations on the bed. I kissed my way down her body, then up and down each thigh. This produced an obvious response; she squirmed around under me and sank her nails into my exposed skin. To preserve the integrity of my back I removed her black thong and enjoyed the view of her glorious pussy. Her pussy hair was trimmed to perfection and her body glistened with soft beads of perspiration. I kissed my way back up her thighs and on instinct; I began to tease her pussy with my tongue. I started by licking up and down her lips, before I gently parted her lips and licked around her incredibly moist pussy. She tasted great and I reveled in focusing on her clit. This produced a great response. During my licking of her clit she thrashed around moaned like a banshee. I lost count of the number of orgasms she experienced and I felt proud of my achievements.
As much as I enjoyed teasing her eager pussy, I knew she wanted more. So I kissed my way back up her body, and we returned to our passionate. Then Roxanne flipped me over and kissed her way down my body. When she got to my boxers she took them off with as little ceremony as she could afford. She admired my powerful erection and gently kissed the tip of my penis. She gave it a quick lick up and down. Her eyes flickered with intent and she wasted no time. Roxanne eagerly took my cock in her mouth and began sucking. It felt great. She would suck for a bit, and then slide my cock in and out of her mouth. Her tongue massaged my cock and it felt like I would soon burst through her forceful encouragement. Roxanne was getting me really incredibly horny and I knew I had to stop her soon. Roxanne must have felt the change in my hardness and she allowed by cock to fall from her cherry lips. Roxanne got on all fours and allowed her head to look back at me over her shoulders. The look she gave me left me with no confusion as to what she wanted next.
I moved up close behind her, my hands fell on to her toned back and I was impressed by her athletic form. She looked beautiful as her hair fell over her shoulders. Just the sight of her waiting for me to enter her was almost enough to make me lose control. I slowly eased myself into her and felt her body struggle to accommodate my intruder. The sensation I felt was incredible, as I slid into her with one long, slow, thrust. Her pussy melted and it was a perfect fit for my rigid cock.
I set a slow pace with deep thrusts into her inviting hole. Her hips were soon in perfect sync with my own actions. She groaned with pleasure as we fucked. It didn't take her too long to cum and when she did the spasms clasped my cock with extreme pressure. Roxanne’s hips pumped hard against me and her moaning got really loud as she came. After the intensity of her orgasm her, I slowed my thrusting to allow her to catch her breath. While Roxanne was recovering I slowed my thrusting down and changed my level of penetration. I barely entered her yet I could feel her pussy responding to my delicate movements.
It didn't take her long to start pushing her hips against me again. I took that as a signal to pick up the speed and I was soon slamming her pussy hard. Roxanne kept up with me stroke for stroke. Her hands were grabbing the bed sheet with white knuckles. Every so often I would look down with relish and watch my cock piston in and out of Roxanne. I could see her pussy wrapped tightly around my bouncing cock. When I felt my own orgasm approaching, I would slow my own speed and hold Roxanne closer to me so I could halt the sensations. After I had regained my self control, I would then gradually increase my speed and go back to fucking her hard.
Roxanne knew just how to use her pussy muscles to maintain the pleasure for us both. In truth I was desperate to cum hard and the sight before me was driving me nuts. This was some of the best sex I had ever had and to make things even better; I was paid to do this! Roxanne came a few more times while we fucked. After her second orgasm I very close to my own, the sensation grabbed me and I had no desire to stop the inevitable. I pushed Roxanne flat on the bed and positioned myself over her, as a surfer would lay flat on his board. The new position allowed me greater depth into her pussy and I was hitting her cervix with every thrust. I thrust into Roxanne as fast as I could and made sure I went as deep as possible. I felt her entire body shake with my actions and her moans were sweet music to my ears. The pleasure was intense and Roxanne was already animalistic in her enjoyment of our union. I could feel my own orgasm well in every fibre of my body and I would shoot my seed deep into Roxanne. Roxanne allowed another orgasm to escape and I felt her juices trickle down my balls. It was one sensation too many and my animal instinct to cum could no longer be controlled. Our bodies crashed together with a final smash and I shot deep within her enflamed pussy. Jet after jet of my semen found a perfect home in Roxanne’s hole and I knew she appreciated the load I had delivered within her. It was an incredible orgasm for us both; I could feel her pussy react to every movement with glee. After my orgasm passed I collapsed on the bed next to Roxanne and we held each other for a few moments.
“Wow that was fun!” Roxanne struggled for control of her body and her mind was a jumble of pleasurable endorphins.
I had to admit it was and I was struggling to regain my own composure. “It was fun? I think it was fantastic!”
Roxanne playfully scowled and faced me with mock anger. “Then maybe I should charge you for what we just did?”
I laughed at her stance and snuggled into her. “How about I give you a freebie in a few minutes?”
Roxanne grinned and replied with great enthusiasm. “That sounds like an amicable compromise!”
She responded to my tenderness and reciprocated the affection I offered gladly. My actions were against the code of an escort but it felt right and I have not done anything similar since. My payment was to satisfy the daughter and leave but instead I stayed the night and enjoyed myself.
Valerie looked at me with a keen interest. “Did you ever see Roxanne again?”
Her question was one I had hoped to avoid and I did not wish to give too much away. “We dated a few months after, but it ended quite badly!”
“Did your profession cause too much of an issue?” Valerie had guessed the reason for the failure of that relationship. And I had to shift the subject away from its current heading.
“It was, but it is very hard for some people to separate love from sex!” I readjusted my shirt and made a gesture to move on with her interview.
My discomfort was again apparent and Valerie handled my situation quite well.
“Why are some people able to separate their emotions and others are unable?” Valerie stared at me waiting for a response, but I was no master of the human condition. All I could answer was how I felt on that particular subject.
“Perhaps some people are insecure or possessive; maybe others are more or less evolved! I have observed how some react to the situation and every response had turned out different.”
Valerie looked at her watch and made her own feeling known on that subject. “Perhaps some people still cling to common decency and social norms. It is maybe a result of a spiritual or social character flaw?”
I could hear Valerie’s point but I also heard her own moral struggle on the issue. It was amazing how people’s standpoints opened them up to further investigation. Owing to her understanding over my own dirty little secrets I believed it prudent and polite to leave her statement as it was.
*
Celebrity Sin
Our initial meetings had been located in fairly anonymous and drab surroundings. This third rendezvous managed to lower the bar even further; our next meet up was at an unlicensed truck stop van. Valerie was already at the location talking without her usual nerves; my arrival saw her usual demeanour return. The cheap patio seats and deckchairs did not inspire confidence in the meet up but the smell of fried bacon and strong coffee persuaded me to stay. I would not have abandoned Valerie just
because of the place we were meant to meet but I was underwhelmed by her choice!
“Interesting choice of venue?” my question was measured to give just enough of a hint to my dislike of the venue.
“Relax Mr. Hancock. The Coffee here may not have caramel but it tastes great!” Valerie called over to her friend. “Can I have another breakfast tea and a strong black coffee?”
I was puzzled. “When have I ever ordered a black coffee?”
“Just try it, you will be pleasantly surprised!” Valerie seemed different; she was more confident and more human.
“Okay, I shall give it a try. What’s so great about the coffee?” I was curious but not enthralled by trying something I didn’t particularly enjoy.
“Honey, the coffee is sweetened with his own organic honey!” Valerie smiled and knew she had my interest.
Valerie started the Dictaphone and that avenue of conversation was abruptly finished.
“So Mr. Hancock; Does your line of work service celebrities or those who inhabit the power of Westminster?”
Her question raised the possibility of breaking my rules of confidentiality, to tell her of the indiscretions of the rich and powerful. If I started to reveal the secrets of my clients for cheap gossip, I would be descending to a level that I did not wish to inhabit. That said, Valerie had a right to ask me the question and I was eager to tell my story.
“I can give you a tale but I need to hide the details that would identify my client and prevent this article becoming cheap tabloid trash.”
Valerie screwed her face into a frown and then relented. “Okay, I am sure that will be okay but I will need certain details!”
I nodded my acceptance. “Okay, I will not hold back on the details. This assignment was less than two years ago and some of the names and locations will be changed just to keep me out of limelight!
“So then, where does this story begin?” Valerie sipped her drink and awaited my reply.
I cleared my throat and allowed myself to recall from memory a slightly doctored version of the events that allowed me to bed a recording artist with over two million sales to her name. She was to date, the most well known celebrity to have used my skills and she definitely left an impression on me!
*
I watched the show with a slight boredom from the V.I.P section of the venue; I was not here for the music as it was not to my taste. This was just a bizarre audition for my latest client; she wished to survey and weigh up her potential purchase. I found the entire sequence awkward and if I was one of those escorts who took the job personally, I may have been disgusted by the treatment meted out to me. At the end of the day this was just a job and I was only here for the hundreds of pounds an hour this client would be paying me.
“Thank you, and goodnight, Wembley Arena!" Simone Ventura raised her hands to the cheering crowd and took a deep breath; she paused as she took in the atmosphere. This was at the end of her “Homecoming” tour of Western Europe; it was always going to end with the major send off in London, as it was this pop princess’s home city. Simone kissed the air and thanked her fans once more; she then made a beeline for the V.I.P area and hinted for all but me to be shepherded into the Green Room area. I was dressed casually and stood out from her entourage by the sheer normality of the everyday attire I wore. I was obviously not a label employee and Simone had seen my portfolio before she had chosen me. Simone moved swiftly over to me with sweat glistening all over her body, I was unimpressed by the level of synthetic beauty on display and wondered silently why a young women had to wear so much makeup.
The sound from the energized audience finally faded, and Simone breathed hard from her two hour set. She eagerly took a bottle of water from her friend Debbie and she fluttered her long eyelashes at her.
"I swear I feel every part of my body is on fire! Did they increase the strength of the lighting tonight, I will need after sun for sure!" She smiled towards her friend and took a long swig of the cool and refreshing water. Her manager Jensen had silently moved up beside Simone with more banal details for his talent. The lights from the stage flickered across her glistening flesh and her eyes finally rested upon me.
“Who is the Armani model by the wardrobe?” Simone spoke loud enough for me to hear and I raised a hand to give her a casual wave. The singer found my behaviour refreshing and laughed at my gawky behaviour.
Jensen looked over to me for a micro second and screwed his little nose in ill hidden disgust at my presence. It was obvious to me; he was insanely jealous and absolutely besotted with his talent. He lacked the status, the looks and the balls to suggest a change in their working relationship. His loss I am sure, fortunately I did not operate in his world. What I did was something he would never truly realise.
“Who are you then?” questioned Simone; she was exhausted yet surviving on adrenaline. Her mind had obviously forgotten about my employment or she was playing a mind game that some celebrities reveled in. My response was designed to gently remind Simone of my profession.
“I am here from the agency, think of me as a tension specialist!” I smiled my best smile and Simone acknowledged my true vocation without any further fanfare. Instead she moved closer to me with eyes hungry with determination.
“Now I recognize you, you are number 52 in that black book?” I had no idea what page I had been allocated in my agencies literature. And to be honest I did not care about my reviews. I continued to get repeat custom and my employers were very happy with my performance.
“Am I on Page 52, I have never really checked!” my response was met with an icy glance from Simone.
“Page 52 indeed, I was going to pick Sebastian from Page 11 but he seemed too continental for my tastes!” Simone drank from her bottled water and teased. “Should I have picked Sebastian instead?”
I laughed at her question. “I have never experienced Sebastian so I cannot give you a review or recommendation. Although I do know he prefers his lovers to be endowed with more masculine equipment than you are!”
Simone looked me over, as a lion would size up a gazelle. I was used to such behaviour and took no insult in her predatory gaze. She seemed to undress me with her eyes for minutes before replying.
"Alright then mister, you look like you tick all the boxes that I need in a man. You aren’t a fruit pretending to be a man are you?"
I rolled my eyes at my prospective employer’s lack of grace and humility. "I am not a fruit no; I am a fully functioning man who can do the job!"
She wasn't listening and was eager to chat with her girlfriends. This explained her behaviour to me and I tried not to allow my preconceptions spoil the experience I offered.
"What is the plan for tomorrow night?"
The pampered pop princess turned her attention back to me and gave a quick smirk.
"Basically I have to be seen with a sexually repressed TV star to make his popularity soar. We have the same agent but this actor loves cock more than I do! We will go to the premier and head back in a limo to our hotel. You will meet me at the penthouse and my date will skulk off to have his way with Ricardo, his Portuguese plaything. And you and I spend the night together. I have being on tour this last month and I need some fun! This plan sound okay with you, Vinnie?"
Her arrogance came with her time spent in the limelight and I must admit I found my prospective employer a bit of a letdown. She seemed so hardnosed and false that I almost passed on the opportunity to be with that pop sensation. I remembered that a job was a job, and I was not about to turn down the chance to fulfill one of my small fantasies. After all millions of teenage girls, boys, mums and dads would not refuse someone as raunchy as Simone Ventura!
*
On the night of our rendezvous I was uncharacteristically running late. A European Football match had disrupted both the London Underground and the availability of Taxis. I had managed to negotiate the back streets of the Capital and had managed to arrive only a few minutes late. I proceeded to the front desk and picked up the key fo
r the penthouse under the name of Savage Media. My excuse for meeting with Ms Ventura at such a time was because of my hectic work schedule. The Hotel staff thought nothing of an interview at Midnight, they were an international chain and were used to the demands of the modern world. I took the gold plated elevator to the penthouse and caught sight of two male figures running semi-naked through the corridors. One of the men looked vaguely familiar and on reflection the darker skinned man was more than likely Ricardo; the secret lover of the repressed actor. I was maybe later than I believed; the two had obviously started their fun for the night and the top floor of the hotel had been made available for their own private indulgences. As I made my way to the main penthouse, I was stopped by the burly security team who guarded the entrance to the presidential suite. One of them asked bluntly. “And who the hell are you?”
“I am with Savage Media, I am expected!” the two security guards were a mass of muscles but I knew the type of security they were. They were for show and lacked any enthusiasm for a fight or heroism. They were a deterrent and they were a few steps up the ladder from door security at any trendy London hot-spot.
“Oh yeah you are expected, go on in and I hope you get to interview her several times buddy!” the door staff knew the truth but they were handsomely rewarded for their silence. They had all signed confidentiality clauses that would ruin them financially if they uttered a single word.
