The Complete Story of Vincent Hancock

by K Westlake

  The High Priestess called upon her disciples to strip and soon every woman in the fraternity was as naked as the day they were born. I was dressed modestly with just my leather trousers and the aforementioned bulls head. Fortunately I was able to avoid wearing a loin cloth, I knew that it would be more authentic but I disliked the chaffing it would cause. I was happy, I was anonymous and it was just how I desired to be especially under the gaze of so many naked women. I was a high grade escort not a stripper and truth be told I disliked having too many people around me at any one time. I was not a performer, I was a man who went in discreetly and got the job done.

  The theatricality of the sorority was top class they had even enlisted the help of a professional drummer’s to set the required mood, whilst he set the rhythm; the sisters happily writhed naked in a show of solidarity with each other. The three graduates of the house were their highest achievers and their reward was down to me. Taking on three intoxicated women was a first for me, but Aurora was confident that all would be satisfied by the experience. I watched hidden from view as the three sisters were summoned to imbibe the mystical brew to affirm their continued loyalty to the order. Out of concern, I had asked Aurora the contents of the drink as I did not want to be implicated in any date rape scandals on either side of the pond; that would be incredibly bad for business. Aurora confided in me that the sacrificial brew was a heavy mix of vodka and Jagermeister. Although the concoction was quite potent, it was probably what the students drank on an average night of partying in their society.

  *

  Aurora in her role as High Priestess called for my entrance. I walked through the stone pillars and caught sight of rows of naked female flesh; I had a feeling that this was going to be an interesting experience. I entered the stage wearing the leather trousers and the Bull’s head, the drum beat whipped the entire assembled women into a heated frenzy. The smoke from the burning incense added to the atmosphere and for a moment I believed that I was in an ancient Greek temple honouring the arcane gods of antiquity. The graduates disrobed and stared at the horned god with untamed lust in their eyes. The three graduates were of different ethnic backgrounds and seemed quite comfortable around their sister’s nudity. I assumed that these girls had indulged in same sex and group activity during their time spent on the campus. All three looked upon me with lust and soon moved to explore the naked flesh I had on offer. I did not known the names of the women who now groped me with animalistic vigor, but I knew that the black haired Chinese girl with luscious was eying up what rested below my leather pants with true hunger.

  Aurora signaled for the “Taming of the Bull” to begin! The three willing graduates moved with purpose to my exposed form. I wore the Bull’s Head and leather trousers; there was no need to wear anything else. The three women moved their hands over my exposed torso and I felt as though I was being caressed by an amorous Octopus. Hands and Fingers massaged my flesh and the girls acted with true appreciation of my body. Every part of my torso was explored and I felt the inevitability of what was about to happen next. I felt their hands cup my buttocks and tease the deep muscles of my legs. The belt was untied with an expert hand and my nakedness was soon on sure to not just the three graduates; but the entire society.

  My cock was liberated from the restrictive fabric of my tight trousers; all three girls removed my trousers and happily fondled my exposed length. There was a gasp of appreciation from all three of the girls and they offered a smile towards me which exposed their combined desire. The Three kissed, squeezed and nuzzled my rapidly swelling sex. Their naked forms danced around my statuesque physique like misty phantoms from an adolescents daydream. My pleasure was indescribable but I knew that this assignment was not for my benefit. These three women were to be forever honoured by their sisterhood and my physique was to be the vessel of primordial bondage. I lifted the chin of the Chinese girl who crouched to my left and beckoned her to rest upon the altar. The other two girls fell back from us and indulged in their own entertainment. I went towards the neck of the girl and massaged her with the animal hair of the mask that I wore. There was an immediate response from my partner and she moaned for me to screw her like a wild animal would.

  I mounted the petite graduate with great enthusiasm; she wanted to be fucked hard and fast. I for one was happy to oblige her demands and I slipped my eager cock deep into her awaiting pussy. Her tight vaginal walls pulsed as I moved with purpose in her slick and delectable hole. I was distracted by the scene of the two other girls as they explored each other in a “69” position, their own moans of pleasure were muffled by the engorged sex that smothered their eager mouths.

  I withdrew from the sweet pussy that I had enjoyed pleasuring and noticed that the Chinese woman moved to pleasure the Hispanic girl whose tongue licked intensely at the quivering mound of her Russian lover. The Russian girl looked annoyed at the loss of her play mate but soon smiled when she realized that she would be getting the ride of her life from me. The Russian girl purred as I moved her over altar and massaged her body from behind. Her accent flitted between her roots and the American education she had been afforded. “Are you going to fuck Ivanna with that big Bull cock of yours?”

  I grunted a response, I believed it wise to keep in character and considering the fee that I was paid; it seemed the right thing to do. My Russian doll braced her body as I moved into her moist and warm pussy. Her body melted as I built up my speed, the audience encouraged my actions but the noise sounded little more than a continuous din. The moans of pleasure were amplified by the acoustics yet all I heard was a sound similar to the tide of the sea.

  *

  The High Priestess Aurora halted our lovemaking and called for silence from the assembled sisters. Many of the sisters were naked and caressing their own bodies at the sight they currently beheld. Aurora raised the arm of the Hispanic looking graduate and the girls roared their approval. She then moved over to the Russian who had been receiving powerful thrusts deep inside her tiny body, her applause was less than the Hispanic sister but she cared little as she rode me to yet another orgasm. The Bull’s head prevented me from hearing the full details of Aurora’s words but I got the impression that whoever was given the biggest cheer received the blessing of the beastly god; which was obviously me! The Chinese sister was between the legs of the Hispanic beauty, happily devouring the juices of her colleague. The eager student stuck between the legs of her sister was greeted with a cheer that left no doubt to her prize. She would receive the blessing of the ancient gods and it would serve her well in her future.

  The Aurora whispered to me. “Vincent, how do you want to do this?”

  I had already concocted a scheme that would guarantee quite a show for the watching members of the sisterhood.

  “Have no fear; I have this all in hand!” my reply was confident as well it should be. After all this was my arena and I was to be the ring master!

  I ushered all three of the girls to me and they obliged obediently. I instructed the Chinese Student whose name I was never afforded to lean over the sacrificial altar and face the gaze of her peers. The remaining two girls were placed either side of the chosen offering and told to remain still. Through a drunken haze all three girls felt what seemed like a thousand eyes upon their naked flesh. I felt no shame or embarrassment; I had nothing to hide but had the security of the identity obscuring Bull’s head.

  Aurora ordered a different tempo of drumbeat and the drummers pounded a new hypnotic beat to set our efforts against. I threw my hands in the air with animal intent and whipped the audience into a frenzy of primordial energy. I mounted the willing offering from the rear and her previous resistance melted with my first thrust. The crowd screamed their encouragement and the moans of my offering were lost in the din. The two girls either side of the petite girl were beginning to feel left out, so I placed my fingers between the moist folds of their warm pussy lips. As I moved deeply into the anointed one, the other girls sensed my waiting fingers and backed their willin
g sex onto them. Both girls gasped at my nimble fingers and in unison the girls flung themselves into me with extreme enthusiasm. I received three gasps at once and enjoyed the view as the girls interlocked their arms and caressed each other with untamed lust. The sight of three nubile woman joined in such a way was one of the most erotic things I have ever experienced. Their skin tones both complimented and highlighted their own individual allure. The women were not centerfolds or girls who possessed outstanding beauty. But what they possessed was a raw and unchallenged sexuality which was a heady aphrodisiac. Needless to say, I struggled to keep control with such a display being played out in front of me!

  I felt the orgasm of the middle girl and felt her petite frame grasp for more of my length with every thrust. The other two girls were happily sharing their own sexual excitement with me; there was very little resistance from either girl as my fingers explored the depths of their femininity. My Hispanic girl buckled with her orgasms and her body went limp through the intensive explosion of her final orgasm. I removed my slick fingers from her and found that the girl I was screwing with all I had; was incredibly eager to clean the juices from my left hand. I was over stimulated but maintained my rhythm and composure. My Russian lover retreated from the fingering she had received and dropped to her knees with exhaustion. I offered my right hand to the hungry offering which gleamed with her friend’s slickness. My gift was happily accepted by the offering and as I felt the Russian’s tongue lick my abdomen, I knew things were going to get interesting as I reached my own climax.

  Both the Hispanic and Russian sister positioned themselves slightly to the side; they each placed their tongues at my swinging balls. As I pounded the sweet pussy in front of me, the two girls massaged my balls with an expert technique. It was not long before I felt the inevitable and in keeping with my bestial character, I let out a blood curdling roar as my seed shot into the eager pussy. I pumped stream after stream of hot semen into the slick sex of the waiting student. My release was intense and as I moved away from the overflowing pussy, the girl’s tongues set to work on cleaning up the mess I had made. I regained my composure and heard cheers of satisfaction from the audience. It seemed that my efforts had been appreciated by the Sisters of Aurora.

  *

  Valerie laughed at my story.”That is most impressive Vincent; you are truly a stallion among men.”

  I replied despite Valerie’s obvious sarcasm. “Thank you Valerie, It is always nice to be appreciated!”

  “So Vincent, do you have any more stories about sex with older women?” I was under the impression that Valerie believed me frolicking with young flesh was a somewhat seedy. It was either seedy or she was displaying obvious signs of intense jealousy. I couldn’t confront her about it as it risked provoking an angry response from her. And given my previous history with Valerie, it was something I didn’t wish to do.

  “I have a few stories which do not involve highly sexed students!”

  Valerie nodded her approval. “I am sure my readers would like to hear more of sex between you and women of an age similar to themselves!”

  “I guess a few of the women have sent in fantasies about me to your office then?” my response was somewhat cocky but I knew it to be true. My office had seen an increase in callers trying to hire a Vincent and my Agency had been very strict in vetting these calls. The additional interest was good for business but there were also individuals who would use me to further their own careers at the expense of our operation. The number of times female reporters tried to infiltrate our organization to dig up dirt on celebrities were incessant.

  Valerie pulled a face that mocked me. “Oh Vincent, you really need to get over yourself!”

  *

  Chapter Six: A Smile from a Singleton.

  Helena was the first wife of an extremely wealthy Greek shipping magnet, her divorce did not leave her incredibly wealthy but it left her enough to get by. I have since learnt that her ex husband took advantage of favorable divorce laws away from his homeland and was able to protect his huge wealth. Helena was not bitter; she was not the trophy wife that he desired. She had given him three strong and healthy heirs, which was more than his successor was able to do. Helena knew her replacement had no interest in having children; she was a selfish and hedonistic woman who would skirt through life on her looks. When she reached the age of Helena, maybe then she would realise the folly of her ways.

  Helena had received a recommendation by my long time client Claudette. They knew each other from the same kind of social circles and it was a lucrative friend group for me professionally. That said I had to be careful about the numbers of women who I had on my client list. If I became too well known to the group then business would ultimately suffer and I ran the risk of becoming less than discreet. Helena was Italian and her advancing age had done little to dampen her beauty, she had augmented her physique in reaction to the end of her marriage. Fortunately her cosmetic work had been minimal and she had steered clear of extreme actions. I am very much against the fake images employed by our society. Not everyone needs to be slim with enormous breasts, for me those images belong in the past.

  Helena insisted that we travel together from her home in the French Riviera to a one of the many islands off the Greek coast. My pronunciation is not my strongest attribute but it was exclusive and the preserve of the privileged. Helena wanted the whole experience. She wanted to feel like she was in a true partnership again and it was something that my clients usually avoided. For many of those who employ me, a show of affection or familiarity would ruin the experience. For Helena, this assignment was not purely sexual, I suppose I was there to make her feel wanted again; her former husband had definitely left some deep scars on her psyche.

  Helena had made reservations in the luxuriously adorned Athena grand hotel. It was the most luxurious hotel on the island and was once the haunt of the royal families of Central Europe. Helena had honeymooned at this resort in the 1980’s and had seen the landscape of this isolated paradise change very little. It was a home from home and it was obvious to me that she wanted to revisit happier times in her own personal history. It was my job to fulfill her wishes and I was able to operate impassively whilst my client was obviously fixated on previous attachments.

  *

  Our suite was luxurious and the addition of a balcony added to the charm of the location. Helena was dressed elegantly and she carried a sexiness that she was unaware of. I paid Helena a compliment that was genuine yet may have sounded false to her ears.

  “You are looking very radiant tonight Helena. I am surprised that men are not beating down the door to be close to you!”

  “Thank you, Vincent. But you know my husband was the only man I have ever slept with or until this point in time, had even thought about being intimate with!"

  Helena did not surprise me with those words, she was a woman who respected tradition and her husband had obviously shaken that faith within her. My response was designed to flatter and set my date at ease, it worked and I was rewarded with a sincere smile.

  "Wow! You don’t hear that these days. It seems to me that, marriage and fidelity are not words that you see together these days!"

  "Vincent, you may struggle to believe me but my sex life has been a complete train crash for the last two decades. I am now at a stage in my life were I wish to explore my own boundaries better than I have previously."

  I understood Helena’s point of view, she was no longer a wife and although she was always going to be a mother; the role no longer occupied every second of her time. I had to ask Helena the question as it would allow Helena to be more open with me.

  "You were never curious about what it would be like by being intimate with other sexual partners?"

  Helena had moisture welling in her eyes but answered anyway, she was a lot stronger than the girl who had married a greedy business man all those years ago. “When I was married, to think of another man’s touch was infidelity in my mind. I am not one who cheats and I
would never break a sacred vow!”

  “Helena, did you not become bored and frustrated with your husband?” I refrained from insulting her ex-husband, my opinion of him was justifiable low but this man was the father of her children; not to mention the man who she had given her innocent heart to.

  "Well, yes. I knew what was expected of me as a mother and a wife; so I did my duty and carried on." A touch of sadness went through Helena as she thought about her former life. She quickly recovered and continued. "I am no longer happy to play the good wife, especially when I no longer have a husband in my world!”

  We finished our evening meal and retired to the Countess Marina suite, it was named after an exiled Italian noble who spent many a year enjoying the stunning scenery afforded from the balcony. The waters of the Aegean reflected the moon and the stars; it was a tranquil setting which both of us appreciated. Helena smiled as she looked out at the distant lights of unseen ships.