The Complete Story of Vincent Hancock

by K Westlake

  “Where do you want to go then?” Claudette asked me as her right hand rested on Trisha’s exposed left thigh. She offered me a cheeky grin as Trisha moved herself close to Claudette’s ample bosom.

  “I have a room booked at a hotel just before the motorway, it’s about ten minutes away!” my attention was split between the Friday night traffic and the show in the Mondeo’s back seat.

  Claudette had slid her hand up Trisha’s skirt and had opened up her exposed pussy to the world. Trisha had no need for underwear and her snatched glimpse of my cock had already set her juices flowing. Trisha had not been idle herself and had removed Claudette’s glorious rack from their flimsy fabric prison. Trisha was nuzzling on Claudette’s erect right nipple whilst massaging the left breast with firm insistence. The air in the car began to smell of sex and both women were happy to share their experiments with me playing chauffeur to them both. Claudette had inserted two fingers into Trisha’s moist hole. She was now finger fucking her new friend with an energetic insistence. Trisha had stopped nuzzling the breast and had started to apply subtle pressure to Claudette’s exposed clit. Both women were making the windows steam up with their exertions and my ears were alert to their unrestrained grunting.

  *

  I pulled up at the hotel and realized how crummy a location it truly was. It was now ten o’clock at night on a Friday and the hotel was practically empty. I had never used this location before and was going off a recommendation from the agency. The car park was dimly lit and the whole area seemed seedier than the red light district. Claudette was impressed with the setting she giggled that the hotel seemed to fit the location of the books she was currently using as her guide into this depraved world. Trisha went to make a telephone call and it finally left Claudette and me alone.

  "Are you sure about this scenario, Claudette?"

  Claudette nodded her happiness. "This is all good Vincent, but we need to set some rules here. Trisha is coming with us into the room and she is to be an active participant. Will this be a problem for you, sweetheart?"

  My brain raced through every dark avenue that Claudette’s game could take us and my mouth spoke by its own insistence. "She is a prostitute who works at the low end of the ladder!"

  My objection was noted and Claudette replied.

  "My plan is that she will have anal sex with you and a condom must be worn! If we have sex together, you will ride me bareback and you will shoot deep inside me. If I like the way things are going then she will suck you or happily devour me. She will be treated with respect but she will be used carefully!"

  I had no choice in the matter. This had been Claudette’s fantasy and she had paid me handsomely for her dreams to be fulfilled. “Okay honey, but it has to go down as you have just said!”

  Claudette gave me her warmest smile and looked at how Trisha wiggled that ass of hers. “We are lucky to have found Trisha; she has something that has really set me going. By the way, she knows that we know each other. I think she believes us husband and wife so continue the charade please!”

  Trisha returned to us with a smile on her face and looked us both in the eye with barely hidden lust. “So you two want to do this then?”

  Claudette patted her new friend’s ass and licked her lips. “We sure as hell do!”

  I nodded and made an excuse to get away from the area. “I will get the room key then girls!”

  The receptionist was disinterested in the sleeping arrangements and handed over the key card with as little human interaction as was possible. He was engrossed in his laptop and mumbled that breakfast would be continental only in the morning.

  “Cheers mate!” was the only reply I could give him and I lamented that I did not receive the service that I was used to in my previous stays at Hotels around the world.

  Claudette was deep in conversation with Trisha and they giggled as I escorted them to room 12. The two kept stopping to feel each other up or to sneak a quick kiss on the way to the hotel room; I didn’t find much interest in Claudette’s same sex activities but I was on the clock and had to do my best to fulfill Claudette’s desires. As we reached door 12 I turned to the girls and offered some fake enthusiasm.

  “Here we go girls, this is where the magic happens!” both passed by me and spilled into the room. I had misgivings about this assignment but what happened next completely blew my mind!

  *

  The girls quickly made a beeline for the double bed and sat apart with their heads facing me, they did not seem as interested in each other as they were on the journey here. Claudette was the first to speak and she looked a devilish imp while she sat upon the bed. "So then, have you got the stamina to make this work?"

  I took my cue and moved closer to the bed. I was surprised at what happened next, as both women stood and disrobed their clothes in tandem. I was now stood with two women wearing nothing but mischievous grins. I knew every inch of Claudette’s body yet still marveled at how gorgeous a creature she truly was. Trisha was in much better shape than I had expected, she was totally unlike my stereotype of a regular street hooker. Her breasts had been augmented up a few sizes and her body had been subject to a rigorous regime in the gym. The more I saw of Trisha, the more I suspected that she was in fact a high end call girl. She looked similar to the type of call-girl who was eagerly sought after by Russian billionaires or London’s large number of exiled Saudi Princes.

  I quickly found myself as naked as the girls and four hands followed the contours of my form. I saw contrasting pale and dark skin caress the muscles of my abdomen, whilst the warmth of their bodies came closer into my orbit. Trisha grasped my powerful erection and gave a few forceful tugs to get my full attention. Claudette had left Trisha to service me on her own; now the bronze skinned beauty perched on the bed and spread her legs to reveal the full extent of her wetness. With naughty intent, Claudette stared on at Trisha and I; her hands wandered over her body as she teased her own exotic flesh.

  Trisha had taken my swollen head in her mouth and had started to work her mouth around my aching cock. Trisha slurped with youthful purpose; the room soon became filled with a mixture of moans and groans.

  Claudette locked her eyes on what she beheld and gave a laugh filled with enjoyment. “Swallow that cock of his girl; take every last inch as deep as you can!”

  I was shocked by the change in Claudette’s usual attitude and actions; she was playing her role like an Oscar winner. I was transfixed by her dexterity as she worked her clit into an unstoppable frenzy. Claudette kept looking at the throaty blow job that I was receiving; she was turned on by the show that she had organized. Trisha succeeded in taking my cock to the hilt and as I looked down I saw that her mascara had run due to her tears. Trisha released my hard member from her throat and toyed with my balls. She was pleased that she had taken my entire length and her right hand descended to her engorged pussy to give herself a reward for her hard work.

  Claudette was riding a small orgasm and took a while to regain control of her scheme. She looked over to me and commanded my attention.

  “It is time for you to fill her tight arsehole with that magnificent cock, sugar!”

  Trisha moaned her approval. “Oh hell yes, I have got to have that meat stick deep in me!”

  I picked up the condom and placed it over my swollen erection without much difficulty. Trisha bent over the bed and had her face inches away from Claudette’s exposed and excited pussy.

  Trisha braced herself as I aimed into her eager forbidden hole, she was already well lubricated with the juices of her own desire and her words encouraged me to violate her with all that I had. My cock made a welcome intrusion into her tight hole and Trisha yelped at her happiness.

  "Give me more darling, I am the world’s greatest Anal Queen!"

  Claudette giggled at the ludicrous nature of her accomplice and moved her glistening pussy closer to Trisha's mouth.

  "Hey there Anal Queen, how about you become a pussy licking Princess as well!"

 
; Trisha did not respond with words, instead she jumped at the chance to service Claudette’s aching sex. My cock remained anchored by its tip and I had to readjust my footing at Trisha’s unexpected eagerness to devour Claudette’s hungry pussy.

  I rocked my hips slowly as I gained additional purchase in Trisha's tight hole. Trisha was not concentrating on my entrance to her insides and seemed lost in the moment of her union with Claudette. I pushed with more insistence and Trisha squealed with extreme happiness.

  "That is more like it honey, I thought that you were going to pussy foot around back there all night!"

  Trisha's attempt to half humiliate and rile me spurned me on to increase the pressure on her cute little butt. While Claudette was lost in wave after wave of ecstasy, I happily steamed into Trisha and her hospitable anal cavity.

  My momentum grew with every thrust and soon Trisha was moving further up the bed with my enthusiasm, soon she would be buried deep in Claudette and she was glad of it. My right hand left Trisha’s butt and explored the smooth complexion of Claudette’s guest. My hand teased the back muscles of Trisha and I gained deeper access to her delicious arsehole. My balls happily slammed into Trisha and her flooded pussy. In truth my fears and concerns of earlier had receded and I was really beginning to enjoy myself!

  “Oh my God, your cock is a dream baby!” Trisha was enjoying herself as much as I was which gave Claudette a wicked idea!

  “Hey stud, how about you put that cock of yours into my friend Trisha. She looks like she could accommodate your beast for a bit!” Trisha purred and turned her pretty face towards me.

  “Hmm please, that would be so good!”

  I looked over to Claudette and frowned, this was not the plan that we had agreed on. Claudette smiled and mouthed to me. “Go for it honey!”

  I wanted to make her happy and agreed to her wishes. Trisha pulled my condom off and wrapped her practiced mouth around my ever hard member. Claudette moved her fingers to her glistening pussy and continued her own masturbation with contentment. Trisha heard her new friend’s amorous adventure and had obviously worked herself into a sexual frenzy. Trisha bounced her mouth up and down on my cock like a woman possessed, my own sense of control was being severely tested my her technique. I had the sneaking suspicion that Trisha was more than she originally presented and the tricks she used were of a much higher standard that a regular street walker. Trisha looked up at me and gave me a knowing wink; Claudette moved over to me and kissed me passionately. When she finally broke our kiss, she was most insistent on what she wanted to happen next.

  “Trisha, get on your back and take Vincent’s cock in your tight pussy for me! I want to hear you squeal and watch Vincent blow his load deep inside you!”

  Trisha moved onto her back and presented her sex to me with extreme eagerness. Her stomach muscles were already priming themselves for an energetic fuck. Claudette whispered in my ear with a playful voice.

  “Trisha is my gift to you baby, she is high class and top of the line. She is eager for you to fuck her and I am eager to watch you in action from a different angle!”

  It dawned on me that Claudette had only given me part of her fantasy; she wanted to watch and reward me. She had spent thousands on this night and I was not going to disappoint my favourite customer.

  “Okay Claudette, I will happily do as you wish!”

  Trisha grabbed up and pulled me on top of her. She was eager to fulfill her role and was obviously horny as hell. “Come on stud, professional courtesy means that we should really put on a show for Claudette!”

  I nodded and grunted my agreement and looked to my left and saw Claudette continuing to pleasure herself whilst keeping her sight locked on our naked forms. I climbed up Trisha’s exposed body and felt the warmth of her excited pussy, it was desperate for my touch and my hard cock strained at her inviting hole. With a slight movement of my hips, I found myself at the entrance to her desperate pussy and wasted no time in dominating her exquisite sex. My swollen cock invaded the high class call girl without mercy and Trisha accommodated me with her powerful muscles deep within the walls of her vagina. Trisha was indeed an expert of her craft her muscles were eagerly massaging my cock as I made heavy and methodical thrusts into her deep warmth. I held my full length back from her intoxicating hole. I was keen to keep the action going and did not want to peak too soon.

  I looked up and could see that Claudette had spread her legs mere inches from our heads. The smell from her own lubricated and sensual pussy drove me on and made my cock like a rod of steel. Claudette watched my actions and held her breasts with a fragile concern; her nipples were hard and deep brown. I had never seen her as turned on as she did that night. Trisha moaned as I ploughed fully into her, she was lost in her own ecstasy and I was enjoying the sound of my bedfellow’s enjoyment. Trisha moaned for me to cum deep inside her and I looked at Claudette who winked back with a naughty look on her exhausted face.

  “You’d best give Trisha what she wants, I would hate for you to disappoint her baby!”

  With Claudette’s consent I increased my speed and allowed myself to appreciate the visual delights that surrounded me. A short distance away from me an exotic princess was showing me the most intimate parts of her body and I enjoyed the view of her glorious tanned flesh. Below me rested a stunning creature that would normally cost her usual clientele an arm and a leg. Trisha had been a present to me by my favourite client and I was extremely grateful for Claudette’s generosity.

  Claudette looked deep into my eyes and gave an intense stare that mesmerized me. “Honey, I want you to shoot your load deep inside Trisha. Please cum for me but more importantly do it for us all!”

  Her words spurred me on and although Trisha was dripping all over me, I found myself locked on the beauty that was Claudette. My resolve dissolved and I shot my load deep into Trisha’s waiting pussy. As I came, I noticed that Claudette had squirted her juices as she had experienced the most intense orgasm I had ever witnessed. Claudette gasped for air and Trisha moaned her approval of the serious fucking she had received. I was drained but euphoric, I had managed to satisfy two incredibly sexual women and I had delivered Claudette’s fantasy with aplomb.

  “Well honey all that is left is for me to take you back to the penthouse and drain any last reserves of cum from your balls Vincent!” Claudette laughed as she watched my seed escape from Trisha’s pounded pussy. I saw the look on Claudette and knew this night was not over. Trisha grinned through her own exhaustion and commented. “Thanks Vincent. Do you know how rare it is for me to actually orgasm through sex with a man?”

  “I was happy to help, Trisha!” my reply was sincere but my orgasm belonged to Claudette. Although she had not touched me, she had set off an internal explosion in my mind which I have never experienced the like of since.

  My client queried. “So next stop is the penthouse, Vincent?”

  “As you wish, darling!”

  Trisha smirked and fixed her attire. “If you don’t mind, can I tag along and watch. I know it is your private thing but the sexual energy is too good to turn away from?”

  Claudette laughed and nodded her head. “I see no problem with that Trisha. Will that be a problem for you Vincent?”

  I laughed at Claudette’s words and knew that I would be in for a long night with these two vixens. “I would be a fool to refuse you, Claudette!”

  So I re-clothed myself and waited for the women to get themselves ready for the drive back to Claudette’s luxury apartment. The girls giggled as they got their trampy gear on and I reflected that my fears regarding this scenario were unfounded. We drove back in the crappy Mondeo and I listened to Trisha speak of her boredom entertaining the rich and powerful of the world. They may have limitless wealth but they were cruel and selfish lovers. Trisha reminded me that I did love my job and that I was in a more fortunate position than others were. I had more power than the females who plied their trade alongside me; the women I serviced knew what they wanted and were on
the whole civilized. The rich men who were serviced by the likes of Trisha were arrogant and novices in the art of sex. They were only interested in appearances, consumption and the little explosion that came from sex. Both my clients and I operated on a different level, it was obvious that we had a beneficial arrangement whereas Trisha was effectively used and abused.

  *

  Valerie made no immediate comment after I had regaled her with my tale. Instead she seemed flushed and if I was not mistaken she was turned on by my tale. This was a first as she usually listened quite dispassionately to my anecdotes and asked me predictable questions.

  “Is everything okay?” my question brought Valerie back to the pub; it was obvious that my story had led her to the land of day dreams.

  Valerie coughed and quickly looked at her notes. “So did all three of you go back to the Penthouse together?”

  “Indeed we did and we had an enjoyable day together!” I smirked and recalled from memory, the intimate details I could never repeat to this journalist.

  “Do you still see Claudette then?” Valerie took notes even though her tape recorder was working and I figured that she wanted to refocus on the piece.

  “I have not seen Claudette in over a year, I have heard that she is currently living in Bahrain but I have received no direct contact with her. As for Trisha, I understand that she was beaten by one of her far eastern Gangster clients and died due to the severity of her injuries. Unfortunately the female prostitutes are more likely to receive abuse due to some chauvinistic ideas still followed by the rich and powerful.

  “That is terrible, how was that allowed to happen?” Valerie seemed genuinely upset at the news. “Did the murderer go to jail?”