The Complete Story of Vincent Hancock
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I nodded my thanks and wished them a good night too. “Have fun guys, I am sure I will!”
I entered the Presidential Suite with the words “Lucky Bastard!” ringing in my ears. I smiled to myself and prepared for my own private audience with the raunchy pop star beyond the solid oak doors.
*
I walked through the doors to the Presidential suite unsure as to what lay beyond the barrier between the real world and the world that celebrities inhabited. The sight that greeted me almost made my eyes pop out like a cartoon character.
I witnessed the divine songstress Simone Ventura sprawled naked upon an expensive bear skin; she patiently waited there for me to make the next move. Her body was tanned and toned, she was eager to exercise her naked flesh and I did not intend to disappoint her. She lay naked on the furs and recalled previous bouts of passion throughout her adult life, none of her conquests had been bought but necessity had forced her to employ me this time. She could not risk scandal besmirching her image and the majority of the men she met on tour had little interest in her obvious feminine gifts.
As I examined her naked body, I was pleasantly surprised by her athletic shape. She was like a goddess and photographs of her in the magazines had no need for artificial retouching; it was obvious that her painstaking routine had paid off. Her figure was the right mixture of tone and sculptured curves. Her hideous make up of our previous meeting had been replaced with a more subtle application and in the fire light she looked radiant.
“Good evening Vincent, I was fearful that I had been stood up!” Simone purred and stroked one naked shin against her calf.
I gave my excuse with a nervy response, unsure how to deal with this diva. “The match at the new Wembley Stadia has caused no end of traffic issues, I am very sorry for my lateness!”
Simone gave a giggle and replied. “I forgot about the Football, don’t worry I was caught up in the traffic too.” Simone rolled onto her back and looked towards me with her pert breasts pointing to the crystal chandeliers above her. “I was going to start without you though; it has been a huge temptation!”
I watched as Simone moved her slender fingers across the contours of her form, each movement of her own hands made her body tingle with anticipation. Simone moved her hands to her most intimate of regions and caressed her lips with practiced and deliberate motions.
“Get yourself a drink sugar; I shall be with you shortly!”
I poured a small measure of Jack Daniels into a glass whilst mesmerized by the display which was for the benefit of me, and the gratification of Simone Ventura. I almost spilt the rare beverage as I saw my employer arch her back and prod her caramel textured breasts in my direction. One thing was for sure; Ms Ventura was a natural performer and it seemed that she was well versed in matters of sex. It did not take the starlet long to release herself from her sexual frustrations, as I regained my composure she moaned her satisfaction. From my vantage point I could see her chest rise and fall with her exultations, it would seem that I was going to be in for quite a night.
Simone wiped her brow on a nearby towel and moved over to me. As she walked over I took in the full majesty of her body, her legs were graceful yet athletic and her breasts looked divine as they glistened with sweat. There seemed very little spare flesh on her body and my eyes followed a small patch of brown public hair that had been meticulously trimmed to a thin strip. My date for the night was inches away and purred at me with a seductive whisper.
“I hope you enjoyed the show, Mr. Hancock?”
Her question made me smirk; it was a predictable yet apt line. As Simone hovered around me I felt the need to return a quip towards Ms Ventura. “That was a productive sound check; let us hope that the main feature is eventful!”
“I hope so to, Vincent!” Simone purred and then tugged at my jacket. “It would seem you are not in the correct attire for the show, can I escort you to wardrobe?”
Simone did not wait for a response; she grabbed my right hand and encouraged me towards the master bedroom. There was no electrical lighting in the room, instead the moon from the skylight and the scattered candles offered our only light source. I quickly realized that this was a precaution to disrupt any attempt at photographing our encounter. If one of the lowlife paparazzi did manage to take a decent photograph, then it would be unusable for the tabloids. I also realized that my selection was based on the characteristics of her false boyfriend. I had underestimated the intelligence of Simone Ventura and may have been too harsh in judging her a manufactured air head.
Simone brought me back to the present by escorting me to the bed and positioning me on the edge. The agency had instructed me that Simone wanted to control proceedings and I was to follow her lead. I was curious as to her intentions at the time and now in the start of foreplay; I was beginning to become very aroused and excited at what her intentions were. I felt my jacket fall down my arms and the breath of the songstress felt light upon the nape of my neck. Her hands moved slowly but with definite purpose and they distracted me as she kissed my neck tenderly. Her hands moved into my shirt and with nimbleness I did not expect, I found my chest exposed with her stealthy handiwork. Her hands massaged and explored in one motion as her lips nibbled the top of my shoulders. I was being undressed with the minimum of effort and with the most delicate of touches. As she explored, she undid the buttons around my midriff and abdomen, her purrs and tender kisses were the soundtrack to our passion. With a gentle tug, my torso was exposed and she twisted my body towards her with insistent motions.
Simone lay flat on the four poster bed and giggled at my exposed torso, with a naughty grin the celebrity asked. “Care to repay the favour?”
I moved over her exposed back and replied. “The pleasure will be all ours!”
With a practiced technique I mimicked the caressing of Simone’s neck and shoulders. The fact that she had shown great attention to my upper back hinted that it was one of her own favoured erogenous zones. Within a few steady rotations of my hands on her shoulders, I was met with moans of satisfaction. I continued to do this for five minutes and watched as her full body responded to my actions. I was indeed a fortunate man that night; she was highly aroused and only had sexual gratification on her mind. My massage was appreciated and with a power that caught me off guard, Simone wrestled free of me and pounced like a big cat would pin its prey.
Her lips and tongue made a beeline for my exposed chest; her actions were delicate but eager. Simone’s teeth scrapped along the bronzed flesh of my chest and she sucked in air desperate to fuel her desire. Simone was disciplined in her technique and eventually made her way towards my collar bone. Her tender touch was exhilarating and I fought my own desire to take control of the situation. Simone moved with purpose over my fine stubble and could feel the effect she was having upon my pulse. Her tongue felt every undulation and she allowed herself a giggle at my expense.
“Whoa there hot stuff, we will be getting to the good stuff really soon!”
I chuckled and offered her my most sincere smile. “For me, this is the good stuff!”
“Hell Honey, you do know the right thing to say at exactly the right time.” Simone kissed my lips with just enough pressure to let me know this was not an invitation to overpower her will. “How about you replay my caress upon me this time?”
“It would be my complete and absolute pleasure, Simone!”
I moved towards Simone’s full and perfect chest, on closer inspection I quickly decided that her breasts were 100% original with no surgical modifications. For a moment my lips hovered above her rock hard nipples and the longer I spent hanging over them the more tension I felt as I held Simone’s back in place. I finally moved passed her aching nipples and planted soft kisses across her cleavage. In response Simone moaned and groaned, I had the impression that she wanted me to stimulate her breasts but her instructions were to copy her breathtaking demonstration. Her skin felt soft and the muscles tightening beneath my hands told me that she was enjoyi
ng herself. I moved up to her neckline and felt her melt in my arms. I made my way over her skin and stopped myself from further fulfillment once I reached her delicate jaw line. At this moment in time I was very happy that her fake boyfriend had no interest in his staged relationship.
Simone looked me in the eye and I saw nothing but primal lust. “Honey, my nipples are screaming for your touch. Do not hold back, my ladies need to feel that you are there and want them!”
“As you wish, I will show them no mercy!” I smirked as I spoke but with Simone’s eyes closed in the onset of passion, I expected no further verbal response but Simone enjoyed having the last word.
“Make sure that you don’t!”
I took Simone’s left nipple in my lips and rolled my tongue over the pert and hard skin. I was immediately rewarded with an increase in Simone’s breathing and increased pulse. Her hands made circles in my smooth hair and I felt Simone move her groin up to me as the temperature of the room began to climb. My left hand gently tweaked her right nipple and it was apparent that this nipple was very sensitive. I moved my head over to my left, so that my tongue and teeth could explore Simone’s tolerance even further. My actions provided Simone with her first orgasm with me and her body seemed to heat up considerably. Simone opened her eyes and sprang to her knees with renewed passion. Her slim and powerful arms grabbed at my belt with pure animal instinct. It was obvious what Simone needed from me and I was more than happy to give it to her.
I kept massaging her sensitive back as she unzipped my trousers and dispensed with them. Her right hand moved over the considerable bulge in my boxer shorts and she tried to gage my exact measurements.
“Hmm, that feels like a very nice cock Vincent. Why does the agency not advertise these things on your profile?”
Her comment was flattering and I had long learnt humility in the bedroom. “Because Simone if we advertised this package, I would never have a night off work!”
Simone laughed and pawed through the soft material of my boxer shorts, she enjoyed my involuntary reactions to her movements. “Your friend seems restricted by this material. What is a girl to do?”
With a shortness of breath I replied to “You’re perceptive and smart, Simone. What do you think we should do in this situation?”
The pop sensation laughed and yanked down my underwear without any ceremony or build up. ”Sometimes, it pays to just act and then think later?”
Simone grasped my hardening member and gently stroked its contours with an obvious appreciation for her new toy.
She clawed at my last remaining garments and encouraged them to descend with gravity. Simone licked her lips and moved to within an inch of my own aching cock. Her mouth made motions to swallow my tip but a wicked grin quickly came across her delicate features.
“I don’t think your powerful friend deserves a kiss just yet Mr. Hancock!” Simone grabbed my buttocks with both hands and teased the muscles around my hips. The tension I felt in my body started the more primal urges in my brain to start.
“What do I need to do, so that my friend deserves a kiss?”
My client pulled me on top of her and despite not needing to tell me the answer, did so anyway. “How about you tell your friend to fill me with every inch he has at his disposal!”
I smiled and positioned myself over the celebrity. She responded by giving me her warmest smile and a look that encouraged me to kiss her delicious lips. Simone wrapped her arms and legs around my body as our lips played out a passionate dance of desire. My hands cupped her neck and head, whilst she responded with an equal amount of frenzy.
“Please Vincent; I need you in me now.”
As she pleaded for me, I positioned my shaft at the entrance of her warm and inviting sex. I could feel the heat of her upon my own tip and the desired to enter her was too great to hold back. Her strong forearms pulled me closer and I gave in to my growing desire. Simone took the first few inches of me and a wide grin came across her face.
“Baby, I hope there is more of that for me!”
I did not need to reply with words, instead I moved deeper into her and I was rewarded with a moan that signified her enjoyment. I worked my hips slowly into her, making sure that I did not cause too much discomfort. Simone grabbed my back with her own powerful legs and beckoned me to explore her warm and glorious hole. The muscles in her vagina pulsed at my intrusion and she moaned gratefully at further invasion. I realized that in a short period of time, she had slid over half way onto my rock solid shaft. I lowered my lips to her collar bone and kissed her tenderly. The response was instantaneous as she buckled her body to the powerful orgasm that had sneaked up on us both. In her wild throws of passion I felt additional lubrication and a firm insistence for me to fully immerse myself in her energetic pussy. I slid myself into her with fluid motions and Simone yelped with additional pleasure. My cock was hitting her cervix and the sensation was wonderful for us both, she gasped with every thrust and made her body flexible; so I could reach the limits of her deepest desire.
Time stood still as we became one entity, the sweat and heat emanated from our naked flesh. Simone had lost all control of the situation as she surrendered to her most primitive desires. I was very happy with taking the lead in the love-making; after all it was my specialist subject. My client was happily ridding the mini-waves of pleasure but she needed to experience some heavy duty and powerful thrusts of her new best friend. I halted my thrusting and convinced Simone to turn on to her front. I disengaged from the pop sensation and silently admired her cute pussy. As she turned over I finally got myself a proper look of her exquisite ass. Her curves were perfection and there was no mistaking her shape. This ass had shaken itself in front of worldwide audiences and a million men had fixed their eyes on it whilst it gyrated to her most popular hits.
I leaned over her shoulders and nuzzled her delicate flesh; my right hand cupped the breast and excited the willing nipple. My left arm held her taut belly and took the balance of her weight; Simone appreciated my help and arched her back in response while her hands clasped the bed head. She was content to let me continue and her body knew what was coming next.
“Hmm baby, you going to ride this girl to a screaming finish?”
I grinned and took in her beauty. “That is the plan, are you ready?”
“Baby, I was born to ride that beast!” Simone held her butt in the air and allowed me full access to her eager pussy.
My cock was eager to return to her tight warmth and I lined up myself up to spear her million dollar pussy. As I entered Simone I felt reinvigorated by my initial entrance. My partner moaned and shook the bed head with my movements; it was obvious that Simone had tightened up after I removed my member from her aching pussy. I moved my right hand to her clitoris and massaged it delicately with a circular motion. Simone moaned and let out a stifled scream, the effect on her pussy was instant. I felt her moisture engulf my tip and I slowly rocked my cock further into her. This time, there would be no stopping until my sperm was released into the depths of her responsive pussy.
I worked up momentum and continued to excite her pussy lips with my right hand; my speed prevented me from giving her clit my fullest attention. Simone did not mind and made no effort to stop our energetic exercises. The sound of our bodies crashing together and of her juices squelching sent our efforts into a different level. I now had to focus my entire efforts on maintaining a punishing rhythm upon Simone’s speared body, she was on the edge of a major climax and I did not want my own enjoyment to spoil the crescendo rising deep within Simone’s hyper-reactive body. My client grasped her own breasts and allowed her head to rest upon the pillow; her form could offer no further resistance to my technique. I moved my arms to her magnificent breasts and massaged her with a tender insistence. My actions allowed me to penetrate Simone further and her screams of desire were now muffled by her pillow. I could feel the tingling sensation at the pit of my balls and knew that I would release my load deep within the pop star.
I passed Simone a towel and offered her refreshment. “Would you care for some Champagne?”
“You read my mind, Vincent!” Simone curled up in a ball, only to flex her lithe body back to normal. “There is some Moet on ice, the glasses should be easy to find!”
I walked towards the mini-bar and I heard my partner whistle at my departing silhouette. “Do you see something you like, Ms Ventura?”
“Indeed I do, you are one seriously delicious lay Mr. Hancock!” Simone stood and stretched to her full height. “There is a hot-tub on the roof; could you join me out there with our drinks?”
I looked at the elaborate and ornate door to the veranda; the night air was cool and would be a welcome release from the warmth in the room. “I shall join you outside as soon as I open the bottle!”
Simone skipped across the floor with fairy like steps and hit the button to start the machine. The hot-tub would not take long to warm up and my muscles craved the warm jets of water. I had lost myself in my final thrusts and my lower back was beginning to hum with a dull ache. I knew the night had only just begun and the foxy goddess now immersed in the warm bubbles would not be keen to accept only a couple of hours of amorous adventures. I doubted that we would get much sleep tonight and I would happily endure a slight muscle strain for a full night with Ms Ventura.