The Complete Story of Vincent Hancock

by K Westlake

  “It is a wonderful night is it not, Vincent?” Helena looked on me with the stare of a woman with an untamed hunger.

  My reply was cliché but was exactly the response Helena wished to hear. “I hope that it will continue to be a magical evening!”

  Helena turned her head with a slight hint of embarrassment; it had been years since she had been properly complimented or romanced. I moved to the corner bar and selected a nice bottle of Moet Chandon. ”Can I interest you in a drink of something expensive and decadent?"

  "Yes please Vincent; it has been a while since I have indulged in a drink that was more than my housekeeping budget for a year!” Helena had lived on the breadline for many years and her new found wealth made her feel uneasy.

  Helena drank from the crystal flute and her taste buds recalled the efforts her ex-husband employed to woo her in her youth. “I always enjoyed the taste of the bubbles upon the roof of my mouth; they tickle and tease with their tiny explosions.

  Helena realized that she had started flirting and she seemed to enjoy the feelings that the activity had awoken in her.

  "Vincent, I am going to go shower and change. Please make yourself as comfortable as you wish, we are now to be informal in these surroundings." Helena gracefully left the balcony and made her way towards the ornate bathroom.

  *

  Helena returned to the bedroom dressed in a negligee that accentuated her form, she looked younger than the woman who walked into the bathroom. The heady mix of environment and vintage Champagne had loosened up Helena to reality. She was still a woman who was desirable and there was much she still wanted to experience in her sex life. Helena took control and kissed me passionately where I stood. She grabbed my hand and placed it over the warm and moist fabric of her panties. Helena wished for me to feel the strength of her desire. My sense of touch confirmed that Helena was aroused and eager to share her desire with me.

  Helena had her eyes closed as she humped against my hand. Her negligee was crumpled as she pushed up against my hand. Helena gave another distinctly positive grind down over my hand and elicited a lustful sigh as she opened her eyes and turned to look hungrily at me.

  Helena purred. “Hmm, I need more!”

  Her eyes widened with desire as she took her panties off with a smooth and fluid movement. The seductive motion of Helena removing her silk panties was something I didn't want to miss. It was possibly the most erotic image of my life so far, the way the pure white silk glided over her tanned legs was poetry in motion.

  I felt my rock hard cock stiffen even more with the sight I just witnessed. Helena’s full lips found my cheek and she kissed me softly, a feint lipstick mark on my cheek was a welcome souvenir of her kiss. Helena moved over my jaw line and onto my neck, her technique was tender and filled me with lust him and anticipation. I returned her touch and kissed her lips and caressed her exposed skin. Helena applied her tongue just perfectly with her kisses. Her hand slid up onto my trousers and I felt her tentatively stroke along the length of my hard cock. She felt me surge beneath her hand and coed her approval. My hands explored her body with a restrained curiosity, I did not want to rush Helena; I knew she needed to lead the events at a level that she was comfortable with.

  Helena smiled before deftly finding the buckle upon my belt; she was initially nervous but soon made her mind to go through with her bodies want and desire. She quickly undid the buckle and then masterfully negotiated the button and zip. My skin felt every delicate touch as her fingers removed all obstacles to stroke my now exposed cock. Helena could feel my flesh and she grasped my shaft with a hunger grip. Helena grew bold and excitable, with extreme confidence Helena dropped to her knees to remove my underwear and trousers. Helena disposed of my clothing and brought her hand to my cock. She took the rock hard cock and placed it partially between her lips. Her slight nervousness was a huge turn on and her lips sent small bolts of electric through my body. Helena pulled away shyly and offered a nervous smile, she had doubts and I didn’t want to rush her.

  “It is fine Helena. There is no pressure here from me. I am here to help you not to get my rocks off!” Helena appreciated my words and stood to her full height.

  “Vincent, come with me to the bed; I really want you deep inside me. I am not a fan of oral sex as it leaves me feeling impure.” I took her hand and led her to the large bed that took over much of the suite.

  We fell to the bed entwined. My hands explored her body and I found a thin thong worn by my lover. She moaned and pleaded with me to remove the slight barrier between her sex and my desire. I snapped the flimsy material in a show of force that excited Helena greatly. She pounced upon me and pinned me under her frenzied frame. She had control of the situation and of me. It was not a position that Helena was used to, but she took delight in her new found freedom. Helena lowered herself down over me and continued her assault on my mouth with a passionate kiss. She thrust her tongue deeply into my mouth once more and Helena’s hand returned back to my cock. Now Helena positioned me directly under the dripping pussy with positive intent. I slipped between her swollen lips and I had lined her up with precision. Helena dropped down onto me swiftly and buried the whole length of my cock deep inside her. Helena rocked her hips to allow me full access to her warm and pleasurable hole. Both of us gasped in unison as my manhood was enveloped in the perfect heat of her juicy pussy, her vagina clenched around me tightly. Helena broke away from him and allowed his hand round her waist to arch her back, tilting her head back to sigh with pleasure as a squeeze of her pussy induced a throb of his cock. Helena pressed her chest forward to me and I squeezed her breasts through the fabric of her negligee. Helena started to thrust her hips into me; she rocked her tight pussy on my hard cock. In response I peeled off her negligee and enjoyed the view of her firm and delightful cleavage. Finally the shy and submissive Helena; was now naked in my presence.

  The sensation of me so deep inside her was sheer bliss. I managed to stroke sensitive areas within her and she stimulated the head of my cock with her internal muscles. My hips pushed up to meet her grinding motions above me. As she got into the rhythm my hand left her back and I focused on the front of her body. Despite her mature years, Helena still possessed fantastic tits; they carried excited nipples that were stiff from the cool night air and her obvious arousal.

  I buried my face in her breasts as she bounced up and down on me with the vigor of a woman decades younger. She needed this encounter on so many levels. She knew that it was a gateway to a new chapter in her life. I was driving into her as hard as I could and she was receptive to my efforts. I kissed her chest energetically as we rode each other; my hands pushed up underneath her mounds so that I may squeeze and grope them. I could feel their firmness which surprised me. I was now drawn to Helena’s sensitive nipples and my fingers explored their smooth perimeter. Our bodies were as once as we rocked together in ecstasy. I kissed all the way down her sternum and massaged the soft flesh with tenderness. Helena responded and gave a distinct shudder as a tremor of pre-orgasmic pleasure rippled through her eager body.

  "Oh Vincent you are such a beast of a man! Please bite my nipples, please bite them!" she gasped and grunted through her teeth. Helena held her pelvis down upon my thrusting groin with all her weight. She was working the angles so that I could gain unrestricted access towards her G-spot and grant her a much needed orgasm. Her pussy squeezed, gripped and sucked at my cock; it was taking me towards an imminent and powerful orgasm. My teeth dragged over the soft skin of her breasts to her nipples. I alternated between pressure and pure suction, this made her body jolt on top of me and she grunted her approval. She began to lose control of her rhythm and allowed anarchy to reign throughout her body. Her last few moments of control saw her slamming her body down hard so that she could bury every last inch of my cock inside her.

  "Oh my god!" she screamed. She felt her climax building swiftly from her intense working of my cock. Helena was almost spent but somehow found further energy to slam hers
elf onto me faster and harder. She rode me furiously and I slid my hands to her ass to ensure that our rhythm continued safely. She knew that I was as close as she was to coming. She felt me twitching a little more inside her and my cock now filled her snugly. Her slickness told me we would soon be done and Helena had not opened her eyes in what felt like an eternity.

  Helena was the first to break. She felt the wave flow up from deep inside her. Her back arched as she came hard. Her mouth was over my shoulder and she screamed out her pleasure to the world. Her arms griped me tightly as she continued to pump herself down as hard as possible to sustain her orgasm. The trembles of her body and power of her hot pussy on my cock was all it took for me to release my load deep into Helena. I came hard with a loud, primal growl of pleasure; in response she sank her teeth into my neck. Her body rose above me before she pulled down onto my hips as hard as possible; she wanted to milk all I had left within me. Helena allowed my cock as deeply inside her pussy as she was able, using her pussy muscles she coaxed the remaining seed into her pussy with intense pressure. Helena let out a low groan of pleasure as her strong pussy was still clenching and milking at my spurting cock. The aftershocks of my release trembled through her and finally she looked me square in the eye and smiled her satisfaction

  *

  Chapter Seven: Blue Bloods.

  Although my Agency was global, I received very little interest from the North American continent. My Englishness should have gone down a storm with their love of the old world but I was very much mistaken. I once spoke to a colleague about this as we sat in the first class waiting room at J.F.K airport, grounded by the worst snow in a generation. Roderick worked out of Chicago and had grown up in the mean streets of East London. Roderick could have gone and followed the same career path as his father Winston but his mother instilled the strict discipline of her Jamaican upbringing in her son and forced him into university. Roderick was in high demand by the American wing of the company due to his muscular physique and dark black skin. The well to do of the Eastern Seaboard could not get enough of his exotic mix of strength and elegance. Roderick was part gangster with an equal measure of charm. Roderick set the loins of high society into overdrive; my friend was the darling of America’s elite.

  Whilst drinking heavily we talked of the highs and lows of our career path. Our manner reverted to our roots and soon our polished accent was overtaken by a cockney twang and my own inner city dialect. Roderick marveled at how different we sounded when relaxed; he wondered what our clients would think. As we talked about preconceptions and analyzed society via a bottle or ten of lager, the question of his success as a black man in the heart of the old colonies came up.

  "Roderick mate, how come you get a hundred times the jobs in the Hamptons than I?"

  My drinking buddy laughed at my question. "Isn’t it obvious, I am much better than you?" Roderick laughed and gave me a friendly punch to my left bicep.

  Roderick’s playful tap stung, he was an articulate beast of a man and it was obvious that his deep masculinity appealed to women around the world. "Come on buddy, what's the secret of your success this side of the pond?"

  Roderick spoke with seriousness in his voice and his voice lost the joviality of the last hour.

  "See the thing is I; you have the old country tied down with your last gentleman/sexy prince charming thing! Whereas over here that shit is too old school. What the rich white girls in Martha's Vineyard want is a substitute for their impotent and grey husbands. My skin is a taboo, I am forbidden flesh and the stuck up woman love that kind of naughtiness!"

  Roderick laughed and thought for a moment, it was obvious to me that he had thought of something. “Tell you what buddy, how about I bring you along to meet one of my major clients. Maybe she could give you a way into the higher echelons of America’s blue bloods. I must warn you though Vincent; she can be a royal pain in the ass!”

  I was grateful for what Roderick was proposing and knew it could increase my earnings in the American market. “That sounds like a plan Roderick; I think that is a great idea!”

  “Okay then.” Replied Roderick “I will let you know when my next appointment is. Make sure you clear it with the Agency first though!”

  *

  I received a voicemail message from Roderick two weeks later; he had arranged a liaison with the extremely influential client. This client was known as Evelyn could trace her family line back to the golden age of American immigration. She was proud that her family line included both Native American and royal blood. Evelyn spoke on how her ancestors were members of the royal courts of France, Spanish, Dutch and British. Her Native American ancestry gave her a superiority complex that made her feel more American than here fellow blue blooded. Roderick had warned me that Evelyn would come across as arrogant and that she was a client that he would gladly trade in a heartbeat. If I truly wanted to gain a good foothold in such lofty circles then she would be a useful contact to ensure further assignments.

  We pulled up to the family estate and marveled at the difference between our upbringing and the opulence that others took for granted. Their home was modeled on an Old English Manor house but the gaudy taste of Evelyn had ensured that the finished article looked more like a Walt Disney interpretation of the Old World. There was surprisingly no servant or butler to greet us, Roderick assured me that these rendezvous happened without interruption of staff or her errant family.

  Evelyn greeted both of us in a false friendly manner; she immediately struck me as a spoilt and conceited individual. On surveying her form, I noticed several tell tale signs of her attempts to keep herself looking young. Her face had been heavily botoxed and her chest had been augmented at least twice. Her skin had been stretched to meet the desire to provide her with the youth that had long since passed her by. Evelyn treated Roderick with the affection one would display towards a favourite pet. Even I could see that her manners were forced and did not seem genuine. Her opinion towards me was one of polite acceptance; I was not what her kinky thoughts needed and so was tolerated so she could receive her desired satisfaction.

  Roderick gave me a look that spoke volumes; he knew this assignment was one built around outdated values and social stereotypes. Roderick was empowered by Evelyn’s silent prejudices; he would take their conservative money and score a victory against a poisonous ideology that should have died out years ago. Roderick had briefed me on his plans and I found it intriguing. I had until this point refused to indulge in threesomes with another man. But as Roderick was a good friend and a seasoned escort, I had no real desire to disappoint him.

  Evelyn offered us both a beverage but kept her eyes keenly on our movements. She feared that we low born gigolo would steal trinkets from her home. Roderick had briefed me on Evelyn’s husband, he was a high flying leader of industry who could have entered politics and done well for himself. It was unfortunate that his desire for female company had caused him to spend a million dollars a year on our female roster. Her husband was an unrepentant sex addict and it was cheaper for him to use prostitutes, than to divorce a woman who would command a yearly alimony payment at least double the amount.

  Roderick gave Evelyn a smile and took control of the situation. “We haven’t come all this way to drink your drink. Why not escort us both up to your room and put on a show for us!”

  Evelyn responded like a meek and deflated women, the superiority complex of old had gone. “You are both coming upstairs? It is usually just you and I, Rod!”

  Roderick gave Evelyn a cruel leer. “Get your white butt upstairs and wear something sexy!”

  Evelyn went upstairs without further comment, I was shocked by her lack of fight and Roderick gave me a wink that led me to believe that this could be an interesting encounter.

  *

  Roderick shouted up to Evelyn with a complete lack of manners. He was putting on his sanitized version of American ghetto speak. "You had best dress like a sexy whore, or we will punish your white ass!"

  Ther
e was no reply from Evelyn, there wouldn't be. Roderick knew that she would be upstairs looking for something to get our engines running. Roderick allowed Evelyn enough time to release the pent up frustration and excitement she was obviously feeling. Roderick was very experienced and he knew how woman like Evelyn thought and worked. Roderick had meant for Evelyn to touch herself, he knew that she would feel naughtier for the next part of the show.

  Roderick helped himself to a large drink of her husband’s expensive brandy and stopped himself from commenting on its full flavour. Instead he bellowed up the stairs. "Tell your white boy husband that his Cognac sucks and tastes like sweat on furniture."

  Again no reply from Evelyn, although feint sounds of moaning became more pronounced. Roderick took another sip of the brandy and commented.

  "Actually this is a very nice drink. I would guess that this is a rare and vintage batch." Roderick stopped himself surveying the décor and listing the finer qualities of this Cognac. "Shall we check on the progress of the desperate housewife?"

  We both walked up the stairs, ensuring that we made a loud and rowdy ascent. Roderick already knew the way and instructed me towards the master bedroom. I was curious about the wealth of the family, every ornament and decoration seemed antique quality. “Are these people really rich?”

  Roderick laughed at my question. “Look around your surroundings my friend; they live in a very different world to you and me!”