The Complete Story of Vincent Hancock

by K Westlake

  Valerie knew that I was been honest but sensed another tale was there for her to exploit. “Have you every slept with a porn star?”

  I had slept with a porn star but did not want really wish to admit it to her for fear of upsetting her. But I would never lie to her.

  “I have been employed by a porn star in the past. It was only once and it was an interesting experience. Valerie reached for her Dictaphone and sat crossed legged on the chair waiting for me to share the story.

  Valerie had played me and she knew that I would ultimately be providing her with the missing part of her book. “This will cost you the same rate as the previous interviews darling!”

  Valerie smirked and batted her eyes. “Honey, maybe we can do this one off the books. I am sure that we can come to some arrangement!”

  My reply was one of quiet and obvious surrender. “Okay then darling. I suppose that we can strike a deal!”

  *

  My assignment started off bizarrely with a telephone call from the Agency asking me if I would be interested in demonstrating my skills on an experienced name in the adult film industry. I wondered if they wanted to showcase me to a rival agency ‘across the pond’ but they actually wanted me to show a well known Porn Actress how sex should really be. I was not sure of the exact details but given my personal bucket list included sleeping with a Porn Actress, I immediately jumped at the chance to strike another item of my list! I was flown first class to the heart of the American Porn Industry in the San Fernando Valley. I was a bit upset that I was not getting the opportunity to see the sights of California and because of a hectic schedule I would be back in the United Kingdom within the next couple of days.

  To this day, I have no idea what name she acted under in the seedy world of porn but when I met her she introduced herself as Amber and gave no hint of a surname. She did not seem like the type to have sex in front of the camera and with no makeup Amber seemed the type of American girl that you expected to see in the Midwest. Her dyed blond hair and buxom figure hinted at the potential for sex but the way she carried herself, felt at odds at her choice of career.

  We met at a true American diner on the interstate between California and Nevada. It was a highway between the two of the deadly sins of greed and lust; it came as no surprise that I felt right at home in this location. Amber wanted to check that I was the real deal and not some chump sent off the streets to con a few thousand dollars out of her and sell his story to the glittery gutter press that would love to demonize her and her fellow seedy celebrities.

  It seemed that Amber was an individual would not give too much of herself away. This encounter did not feel like it would be a personal one. I understood that Amber wanted to keep this meet up one which would not impose upon her real life. It made sense that she wanted to keep fragments of herself deeply personal, her profession made her public meat and they mauled her so that they would favour her.

  It was apparent that Amber had formed a good first impression of me and quickly decided that I was not one of the tabloid stooges often planted to gather a story of sin to upset the conservative heart land of Middle America. Amber decided that having a faux date at the movies was just the tonic to her woes. So she drove me to her favourite cinema and happily chose some chick flick for us to watch. Her choice of film disappointed me slightly as it seemed almost identical to every other film released in that genre.

  I purchased the tickets without comment and loaded up on whatever confectionary Amber wanted. She was quite down to earth and was happy with salted popcorn. In response to her choice I ordered two large Pepsi to fight the inevitable thirst. Amber did not seem the stereotypical porn star I had imagined and I was shocked at her level of intelligence. She was more than a pretty face and had a keen understanding of the real world. The movie was watchable but didn’t set the world alight and Amber slowly started to relax around me, she was a cautious woman and would not drop her guard down that easily. As the film reached its climax, Amber became less interested in the film and wanted to check my standards. She offered me opportunities to take advantage of her, but I knew that she was not after me gaining titillation at her expense. I knew she wanted to be in control and be treated with a level of respect that was sadly missing in both her professional and personal life.

  *

  Amber and I watched the film without tearing the clothes off each other; to our fellow audience members we must have looked like a couple on our first or second date. I was sure that many of the men looked over Amber with a fair degree of familiarity. I was confident that many of them had seen images of her naked at one time or another and Amber probably felt a dozen eyes at a time trying to recall where they knew her from. We left the cinema with her identity still intact and headed towards the exclusive area that many actors called their own. Amber nodded her approval at my behaviour and placed a hand confidently on my leg.

  “Don’t worry sugar, you have passed my little test with flying colours and if it is okay with you; we can retreat to my own little slice of paradise.”

  We pulled into a gated area which had several expensive mansions behind it. Amber smiled and breathed out in a way which accentuated her breasts. She pressed the red button on the console and spoke with an easy going manner.

  “Hey Jimmy, it’s me Amber. Can you let me in please?”

  The intercom replied with a disconnected voice, it seemed happy to have her return. “Sure thing Ms Booth, hope you have a nice day!”

  Amber replied with a warm voice. “Thank you Jimmy, same to you!”

  We drove into the main cul-de-sac and made for Amber’s luxury home, my date indicated that we would park in the underground garage and that she would give me the full tour.

  *

  Amber kissed me tenderly as I entered her mansion. I got the impression that she had planned this encounter meticulously. It was designed to be as normal as possible, no pretense and without the artificialness that inhabited her working world. Amber held me close and I allowed her to freely explore my physique at her own pace. I resisted satisfying my own curiosity as to Amber’s natural form, to wildly grope her would do little to endear him to her.

  “You are a good boy aren’t you, Vincent?” Amber’s question rolled off her tongue and I felt my own excitement spike at her tone.

  “I am not a man who rushes anything, Amber!” my reply was honest and she grunted a response as she kicked off her shoes.

  “That is nice to hear, but I would like a bit or urgency right now. How about you join me in the master bedroom, so that we can get better acquainted?” Amber did not wait for her answer and climbed the stairs whilst shedding her clothing. I was surprised at her frivolity behind closed doors and by the time she reached the top of her stairs; she was wearing very expensive and seductive under garments. Her Bra matched her thong and her choice of colours alluded to a love of Black and Purple. She looked spectacular and it was obvious now, without the protective layer of clothing that Amber was made for sex!

  My client waited for me at the top of the stairs and reached for my buttoned shirt as our lips met passionately. Amber wanted me and was not backward in coming forward, she was sexually aggressive and I guessed that in her films she was made to be submissive and virginal. Amber removed my top and massaged my chest with a love of my thick dark chest hair, again I guessed that her usual partners were made to be as smooth as babies for their scenes. My date dropped her head and tongued my nipple with a hunger that surprised me. I made a note that if she enjoyed nipples then it was likely that she would appreciate some attention on that area. My fingers tugged at her flimsy bra and soon her breasts sprang free from their cotton prison. I was surprised to see breasts that had not being augmented and I appreciated their natural perkiness

  “You like what you see?” queried Amber as she reached for my belt with relish plastered on her youthful face.

  “Amber, what is there not to like?” My response was short as Amber pressed her body against me, her hands worked quic
kly to release me from my trousers. I could feel the urgency upon her breath and was quite happy to allow her to take control.

  We made our way into her bedroom and fell onto the large heart shaped bed, our embrace was tight and designed to be permanent. My lips kissed her skin and made my way to her hard nipples; I decided to use a technique that had served me well in the past. I was able to suck on both Amber’s nipples at once and was quite happy to move my slick tongue over them with a slurping suction. Amber purred and held my head tight to her body, her heart beat was insistent and her breath told me of her growing desire. My right hand moved to her remaining thong and my fingers probed her slick pussy. She felt ready but I did not want to rush the experience. Amber was enjoying herself and the growing pool of moisture in her pussy cemented my hunch that she was primed for full sex. Amber allowed a gasp to escape her lips and ordered me in the most serene of voices.

  “I see that pesky purple thong is causing you some problems. You’d best remove it for the sake of your own comfort!”

  I grinned at her words whilst my tongue massaged her nipples and my fingers brought her pussy to the edge of ecstasy.

  “In the interests of safety Amber, it has just got to go!”

  I pulled off her flimsy thong and took in the wondrous sight I saw before me; her shapely tanned legs accommodated the removal of the thong and were a huge turn on for me! Amber could sense my approval and took control of the situation. She knew what she wanted from the experience and for tonight, she would be the conductor and I would be her orchestra.

  Amber straddled me and worked her way onto my pulsing member with obvious experience. I was content to let her lead the way as it would have been a novelty for her, in her work environment she was not allowed to do what came naturally to her. It must be frustrating to be manipulated by an observer into forming different positions just to accommodate the view of the faceless punters. Amber enjoyed the freedom which our lovemaking afforded her; she was not tied to the repetitive functioning of the scripted segments of her movies. Her freedom made her enjoy the sex and she knew that I was more than a hired fuck!

  Amber was not eager to impale herself robotically on my cock; she enjoyed teasing us both with keen adjustments to her depth. Her hips were able to gyrate with me inside and she managed to show me a few tricks I had not seen before.

  It seemed like Amber was enjoying our union and I could feel her control start to falter, she was aroused and had plenty of ideas which needed to be explored with me. Amber pulled her legs around my body and used my upper body strength to drive me deeper inside her. It seemed that her attempts at maintaining a subtle and slow rhythm had left her thoughts as her lust took over. Amber was built for sex and was determined to get as much out of me as was humanly possible. She pushed completely with all of her body, trying desperately to steal every inch she could possess. I saw her orgasm reach her face long before her body reacted, her determination was the giveaway as she chased a climax that would possess her senses and give her a taste of true sexual ecstasy. With a primal roar of ecstasy Amber released her juices all over my aching cock. Her orgasm almost sent me over the edge but I managed to prevent myself joining her with great practice and mental restraint.

  Amber panted and complimented me on my control. “Nice, I thought you were just about to follow me!”

  “Never Amber, there is much more I need to do before I get my reward!” I smiled and Amber appreciated my efforts.

  “That’s good to hear, Vincent! Could you lie down on your back please, I am enjoying having control for a change!” Amber grinned and wiped the thin layer of sweet that coated her brow. She then straddled me and impaled her moist pussy on my eager pole. She gyrated slowly and forced my cock into the deeper corners of her delicious pussy. My lips found a waiting nipple and I sucked upon them with a wild frenzy. Amber allowed my break from her design and she moaned with delight; she obviously appreciated my technique. It did not take long for Amber to come hard all over me, I felt her juices gush over my pumping cock and bathe my testicles with her warm delight. Amber showed no sign of relenting in her assault upon my manhood and she was experiencing some mind-blowing orgasms. Her body was now super-heated and her breathing was shallow through her carnal exercise routinue. Amber needed me to release but was over fixated on her own sexual release, it needed me to climax to allow her that one body shaking release. With her juices showering me and the sounds of her joy ringing in my ears, I had no qualms about releasing my load deep inside her. The pressure built in my balls and the tingling sensation meant that I was at the point of no return. I grunted and released all I had into the bucking vixen who rode me like a wild bull at a rodeo. Amber screamed with delight and came again all over me, I did not mind and found it the perfect ending to a union that could have been a waste of time! Fortunately Amber was not the typical bimbo that I had expected and our love making was not the seedy display that I had previously feared.

  *

  From Formal to Carnal

  Valerie was excited, she was about to receive an award from a prestigious writing body which I was unable to recall. Needless to say there would be an elaborate ceremony filled with good food and expensive wine. Valerie had become increasingly excited by the coming event and I was of course instructed to operate as her chaperone for the high brow event. I had a large wardrobe of designer clothes and was instructed on what to wear by Valerie in typical fashion, she had chosen one of my favourite tailored suits which I had custom made on Saville Row a few years back. Valerie was struggling to find something that would suit the occasion; most of her clothes were conservative in nature. I decided to do the right thing and offered to go shopping with her in the centre of Oxford Street; it was the least I could do and I wanted to see Valerie dressed up to the nines.

  Valerie looked spectacular in her new attire and she succeeded in preventing me from depositing her new clothes in a lust fuelled pile on our bedroom floor. Valerie wanted to look at her best when she received her award, she did not want to accept her award with a dischevelled look and smeared make up. I remarked a number of times how good she looked and was rewarded with a sweet smile for my compliment. Valerie now wore a stylish black cocktail dress with matching shoes from one of the most prestigious collections available. As we travelled to the venue in the taxi, I was quite happy to share the ride with Valerie and I knew that she would be ogled by the old men who had played a part in awarding her with this honour.

  The time for Valerie’s award was at hand and excitement was crackling from her. She held my hand tight and I could feel her nervous energy consume me. The man who was to give her award seemed odious to me and he was quite inebriated due to his over indulgence of the free bar. The award giver slurred his words and muddled through his task with unprofessionalism that would ensure that he was not invited to future events. Valerie accepted her award nobly and managed to avoid the octopus like grip of the randy speaker. He crossed the line when he pinched Valerie’s butt with a familiarity that made her very uncomfortable. Valerie gave her acceptance speech with great composure and was able to resist smashing the bronze award over the skull of the lecherous award giver. Valerie’s award was the last of the evening and it would signal the start of the celebrations. The band would play for a few hours and Valerie would make herself available for interviews with the invited press. I happily sat at our table and watched the circus unfold. After nearly two hours of people watching I decided to rescue Valerie from the monotony of the countless interviews, she deserved a break and even her stuffy publisher knew she needed a break.

  *

  As Valerie danced she slowly rubbed Vincent's large arms with purpose. Vincent laughed as he moved his hands down Valerie's body and rested them just above her ass. Valerie could feel the heat in her panties rising incredibly and knew she must use Vincent to quench her growing desire. It had not been that long since Valerie last had sex but she was horny as hell thanks to the sight of Vincent in his formal wear. Valerie rested her he
ad on Vincent's developed chest and felt something against her hip. Valerie was never a shy girl and she slightly rubbed her hip against it. It was so soft and large it was like a pillow. She could definitely tell the difference between it and Vincent's muscular leg.

  Vincent enjoyed the feel of his lover and was happy to enjoy the moment; he had been little more than eye candy for the evening. With the formalities out of the way, Vincent had Valerie all to himself.

  Valerie was in a dreamy and lustful haze as she slow danced with Vincent, his soft and strong voice startled Valerie as it whispered in her ear. "I take it you like what you can feel?"

  Valerie looked up and smiled filled with a smoldering lust. She let her hand fall between them and discreetly massaged his cock through his tailored trousers.

  "Perhaps we should take this party to our room?" Vincent asked with a twinkle in his eye. Valerie had enjoyed the acclaim but wanted her man, she needed his cock badly and Vincent was the icing on her cake.

  The both walked discreetly to the elevator of the hotel as the door closed they were the only ones in it. Vincent stood behind her and pressed the numbers on the elevator. As he brought this hand back he brushed the hair from Valerie's ear. Vincent gently blew in it and playfully teased her ear lobe which caused Valerie to moan with pleasure. She then reached behind her back to grab Vincent's muscular ass and thrusting him towards her. He could feel his enormous erection rubbing into her ass as his hand grabbed her breasts and pawed them with glee. Their passionate kiss raised their levels of excitement and they were moments away from a very public display of lust.