The Complete Story of Vincent Hancock

by K Westlake

  Valerie struggled over some of the terrain but I was not going to risk offending her by offering assistance. She was far too independent to accept such an offer from one such as me!

  "Okay, are there logistical limits to your market?" Valerie grimaced as she negotiated the sodden ground and offered a smile in lieu of a please.

  "I like others operate globally, Valerie. We live in an integrated world and the commodity I offer is universal! That said I don't travel to areas with dubious reputations or involve myself in zones of conflict?"

  I stopped to check my watch and asked "Are you recording what I am saying?"

  "Of course I am!" Valerie replied with a tremble in her voice.

  My curiosity got the better of me. "How are you recording me?"

  Valerie laughed hard. "Dear Vincent, now that would be telling!"

  My response made Valerie laugh and she pat her dress down theatrically. "There is a pub over there, you can buy me a drink and I think one of us should disclose our secrets!"

  “There is always a catch with you isn’t there, Valerie?” I laughed and set off for the Red Lion, I had been there before and it was a decent little watering hole.

  *

  Valerie chose a white wine spritzer to consume on the sun terrace whilst I decided that a pint of the regional ale would be a well deserved treat. I had indulged in lager last night and flat beer was a welcome change of pace. Valerie laughed as I carried over my pint of real ale and queried.

  "Why are you drinking an old man's beer? I knew you were old but that is ridiculous!" Valerie picked out the ice cubes from her drink and discarded them.

  My reply was one of mock anger. "I am only in my early thirties and I happen to enjoy the flavour, besides lager gasses me up!"

  Valerie continued to find humour in my choice of drink whilst she tried to chase the smaller ice cubes around her goblet.

  Her antics humored me and I had to comment on her actions. "Why did you ask for ice with your drink, only to spend all this time attempting to fish it out?"

  "I like my wine cold but the ice cubes annoy me when I drink, I don't appreciate a mouthful of ice!" Valerie giggled and then quickly realized that she had left her recording equipment in her friend’s car.

  “Shit, I left the Dictaphone in the car! I am so sorry Vincent; this is a waste of a day for you!”

  I was not upset, I was paid by the meeting and this was most profitable for me. “Not to worry, let us have another drink and we can rearrange it for another day!”

  Valerie smiled and drank her spritzer with a genuine enjoyment. “Thank you Vincent, it is most appreciated. I lied when I said I was recording you, I like to keep you on your toes!”

  I replied with a smirk. “Well Valerie, you definitely keep things interesting!”

  “Thank you Vincent, coming from someone such as you; I shall take that as a compliment!”

  *

  Valerie and I strolled back to the car park; the walk was pleasant and was less strenuous than the walk there. There were far fewer people around than previously and Valerie commented that the weather was changing. I decided to ask Valerie a question, purely because I liked the idea of a reversal of our roles.

  “So have you ever had sex in the great outdoors Valerie?” my question was designed to turn the tables on my interrogator and her consumption of nearly a bottle of wine had obviously loosened her tongue.

  Valerie smirked and looked at me with passionate eyes. “Are you propositioning me Mr. Hancock?”

  I laughed at her response, she was giddy with the wine and I had learnt my lesson with Valerie. She was a woman whose inhibitions faltered with alcohol but whose moral code soon returned with a quickness few could ever match.

  “Valerie, I am on a weekend off!” I playfully patted her shoulder and continued walking towards the direction of the parked car.

  Valerie looked somewhat disappointed by my response but I decided not to call her on it, instead Valerie replied to my original question with a boldness that surprised me.

  “I have enjoyed another person in the full view of the natural world a couple of times. I find it very natural and liberating. As long as the act is away from others, I see nothing wrong with such behaviour. What about you Vincent?”

  “Valerie, I have very few hang-ups about sex. So sex in the open is an event that holds little fear for me!” My expression drew some amusement from Valerie and she held my arm as we walked back to the car. As we walked, Valerie started to tell me about one of her own outdoor encounters.

  *

  There was one boyfriend I had started seeing just after I left University who loved to have sex in public places. He was forever trying to mount me at every opportunity he had, my girlfriends nicknamed him the “Alley Cat”. His given name was Trevor Denton. I am sure that by now he could possess a police record for his slight addiction to public indecency. I only agreed to outdoor sex with him once and that was because I had drank a fair bit on a camping weekend with friends. We were not able to jump each other during the night as our friends had spoiled the evening with a huge row. This meant that my friend slept in with me as she needed comfort. I had been horny all night and despite me not really enjoying the company of Trevor, he was useful in helping me relieve that sexual frustration that takes over me from time to time.

  The first thing I saw in the morning was my boyfriend who had opened the tent flap with a naughty look in his eye.

  “You fancy a morning stroll?” Trevor winked as he spoke and I was left with little doubt towards his true motives. I stood up and took his hand; I happily followed him out of the door of the tent. There was a slight breeze but it was quite refreshing. We walked without speaking for good length of time. I let him lead the way into the rugged terrain of the woods. Trevor’s hand palmed my rump as we walked, I was in my hiking shorts and Trevor enjoyed the view that my clothing allowed him. The heat of the summer time had already caused me to perspire and my tanned skin shimmered with perspiration.

  We walked to the tallest tree we could see, Trevor was already breathing with excitement through his mouth. My boyfriend turned quickly and pressed hard against me and my willing breasts pushed back into his chest. He grabbed hold of me tightly and tilted his head to softly kiss me. Our lips were a heady cocktail of our previous drinks and the salty sweat of a restless night. I felt my pulse quicken as Trevor pushed his powerful tongue eagerly into my mouth. His hands massaged my skin and I could feel Trevor’s excitement in his touch.

  He held me tightly and pawed at the soft muscles of my body. Trevor slipped his probing fingers between my body and my clothing; he unbuttoned the top of my shorts and moaned his approval of my submission. I moved my hands over Trevor’s toned back as our kiss remained passionate and permanent. Our skins were moist and hot to the touch, and his hands explored the skin of my abdomen. His hands could probe no further as the tight elastic of my shorts restricted Trevor’s exploration. I felt my own nipples harden as I expected further stimulation. Trevor felt my arousal through my shirt and he decided to stroke my erect nipples lightly with his fingertips. It caused me to let lose a small moan which echoed in Trevor’s insistent mouth.

  I felt Trevor’s right hand move with purpose and his hand slipped into my shorts and nestled between my legs. I neglected to wear panties, and I could feel his cock hardened as he felt the wetness of my pussy. Trevor continued to explore with his hand, he rubbed his fingers between my pussy lips and sent my clit into a fine frenzy. Trevor felt my bodies’ excitement and pushed two fingers deep inside of me. I responded to his invasion with gratitude and a desire that had been building throughout the previous few hours.

  I sucked upon his tongue as it massaged my mouth, my desire took over and I stepped back and fell to my knees. Trevor looked me in the eye and murmured his approval as I unzipped his jeans. I pulled open his under garment and exposed his newly liberated cock to the world. I kept eye contact and slowly swirled my tongue around the excited tip of Trevor’s engor
ged dick. I grabbed hold of his hips, and started to swallow the tip of Trevor’s cock into my mouth. I slowly pulled him forward until my luscious lips were resting at the base of Trevor’s hairy shaft. Trevor reacted with enthusiasm as I gently pushed back against Trevor’s forward momentum. He swung his hips forward with a possessed desire; he moved quickly and moaned as he fucked my mouth with a predatory zeal.

  He closed his eyes and was oblivious to the natural world that surrounded us both. For a few minutes I sucked him with a possessed enthusiasm, he murmured and groaned non-stop. Just when I felt he couldn't take much more, I removed my mouth from his rock hard cock. I opened my eyes to see Trevor removing his clothes and he motioned for me to turn around. I accepted his request and got on to my hands and knees. Trevor instructed me to spread my legs wide. It was obvious to the world that he was desperate to plow into me with all that he had. He stepped forward, grabbing me firmly by the hips, he slowly pushed his cock into my exposed and hungry pussy; within moments I felt his stomach slap the sensitive flesh of my ass. Trevor paused for a moment, overwhelmed by the sensations that came from my wet hole; he composed himself and then slowly began to fuck me. My eyes were closed and my bottom lip was between my teeth, the sensations filled my body and I wanted more. Trevor continued to fuck me deeply and slowly, it has a strange feeling to be so exposed; so naughty. I opened my eyes and saw him watching the way my butt swung with every thrust. I needed more of him and I demanded that he obey my growing desire. "Harder, I need you to fuck me harder Trevor!"

  Trevor grunted and did as I instructed. His hand moved back to my hips and grabbed my hip tightly. His other hand grasped my shoulders and I felt the strength of his fingers dig into my flesh. I pushed back into Trevor, I knew that he was preparing to ride me like a wild horse and I was ready for it. I closed my eyes again, and I heard him grunt with a primitive joy. I felt and heard his body increase its thrusts; his urgency fueled my own efforts. Trevor began to thrust into me with all he had, his stomach slapped against my ass as tried to fuck me into submission.

  I closed my eyes, enjoying the motions of our bodies. Trevor was surging with the imminent release of his orgasm, the feelings of his throbbing cock inside me made my own body reacts. I felt my own pussy tighten, and I knew I was about to cum hard. Trevor could take no more and I felt his entire body spasm with the intensity of his own orgasm.

  "I'm going to shoot baby, I am going to shoot hard!" Trevor gripped tight onto my body and filled me deeply with his warm spunk. After hearing and feeling his release, my body responded in kind.

  I didn’t need to advertise the timing of my release; my screams of joy came quickly and would have surely scared any wildlife around our copulating bodies. Our efforts made us fall to the floor with exhaustion, we wrapped around one another in the wild earth. We held each other, happy and content with each other. We remained oblivious to the rest of the world but as our bodies cooled, we began to feel the reality of our naked adventure. After a while Trevor pulled me to his lips and kissed me tenderly.

  "We should go back to our friends!"

  I agreed and Trevor and led me back to our campsite, we had both worked up an appetite and we both hoped our friends had started breakfast!

  *

  Chapter Five: College Girls.

  Today was a day of firsts as I met Valerie in the offices of my Agency, she wished to learn more about the running of a large escort agency and the owners wished to give a professional account of their much maligned business. My Agency did not want to be tarred with the same brush as shady Soho pornographers or the pimps that ran the low level sex industry that blighted the streets of so many of our inner cities. Valerie was meeting with Maureen, I was sure that Maureen would paint me as a choir boy to Valerie but I think Valerie knew me well enough by now. Maureen was going to show Valerie the business of the shady empire and Valerie was fascinated at how professional the enterprise was run.

  “Wow, this is run better than most established companies!” the comment sounded back handed to Maureen, but as she wished to cement a good working relationship with Valerie she let it slide. Maureen did offer me a look that hinted that she understood the bias that I had to endure throughout the project.

  Maureen and Valerie soon finished the walk through, it seemed that Valerie enjoyed the tour and she was impressed with the façade the Agency presented. Valerie joined me on the comfy sofa and joined me in a drink of hot coffee and croissants.

  "Okay then, I have brought along a few questions that my readers have for you. Would you be happy to answer them?" Valerie offered a warm smile and I knew this would turn into an impromptu interview.

  I smiled at Valerie and replied coolly. "I will answer all you ask, that is the arrangement isn't it?"

  Valerie checked her laptop and selected a question at random. "Lisa in Newport would like to know the least you have been paid and the most you have received for your services?"

  The question was unlike the ones Valerie proposed to me and I had difficulty in answering it. "I don't really check on the money aspect of it. As long as I hit my set amount each month, I tend to ignore the fee side of the business."

  Valerie scowled at my response. "Come now Vincent, both Lisa and I need a better response than that!?"

  "Okay, I guess the lowest fee was my first assignment as I blew much of the fee on entertaining the client. After that I have done a couple of hundred pound quickies!" I was ashamed of the admission, more so that I indulged in quickies rather than the fee charged.

  "A hundred pound just for a fumble, really?" Valerie was being judgmental again but she moved quickly on to finding the full answer to Lisa's question. "And the most is?"

  It was my turn to laugh. "I had been offered a 50,000 dollar fee to sleep with a Korean businessman but I refused that as I am straight and would not have been able to offer a positive experience. I believe I have charged 15,000 dollar for a week on a private yacht!"

  Valerie’s jaw dropped. "Oh my god, are you serious?"

  "I believe that was the flat fee and all expenses would be taken care of by the client!" Valerie was shocked that my week of work was 2,000 dollar per day.

  "Who would pay to have your undivided attention for 15,000 dollars per week?"

  I knew her question was not intended to offend; the numbers spent at the high end of the escorting world were astronomical.

  "I assume you wish to know more of this story?"

  Valerie scowled and exclaimed. "I think that is a definite yes. I am sure that my readers would think that is worthy of further investigation!"

  “Very well, I will tell you what I can remember!” it had been a while since I had been paid that amount but I could remember most of the event.

  “Thank you Vincent, please start when you are ready.” Valerie started her Dictaphone and listened intently for my words.

  *

  My big payday was in America, which was a rarity for me. I had been selected by the clients from my portfolio and they needed a certain type of man to provide their needs. I arrived at the palatial mansion that housed the Sisterhood of Delphi. The outside of the building reassured me and made me less likely to catch a cab to my hotel room. I was greeted by a young woman who called herself Aurora, but I was not buying it. She looked like an Anne or a Charlotte. I had spoken to her after I had touched down at J.F.K International Airport and she sounded very young on the phone. I would have dismissed the suggestion of the young American out of hand but their sorority pledge this year appealed to a part of me that yearned for new experiences. In effect I would be playing the part of a fertility god and the female pledges would lose their innocence before me. The girls who were graduating from the University were all young women and after a few years at a liberal east coast institute, I think it was fair to say they were experienced enough not to qualify as the sacrificial virgins the sisterhood claimed them to be.

  *

  I readied myself in a dressing room within the sisters own theatre, I had under
estimated how rich this society was. When I entered their main hall I saw many recognizable leaders of industry and entertainment. It surprised me, that many of these women spent their years in a sisterhood with such kinky habits. I suppose what happens in this sisterhood stays in this sisterhood. I changed into my minimal attire and Aurora entered my dressing room to check on my progress. The flame haired mistress of the lodge looked nervous as she entered and I suspected something was wrong.

  “Is there some kind of problem?”

  Aurora looked sheepish and replied with concern in her voice. “It seems that our order voted equally for three graduates for the position of sacrificial victim. Each girl was informed prematurely and I am now left with three girls who need to be serviced instead of one!”

  I laughed at the predicament. “If you treble my fee, I will guarantee that satisfaction is served by the God of Fertility!”

  “Agreed, you have just solved a major problem for me. Thank you Vincent, I have a feeling that you will be worth every penny!” Aurora flashed a smile and left the room. Money was obviously not an issue and I had just made a ton for promising the earth.

  *

  The three graduating students were adorned in their robes with ancient meaningless symbols all over the flimsy garment that hid their naked flesh. The High Priestess rambled in sentences that cobbled together historically inaccurate phrases with their own colloquial parlance. The graduating women did not care a healthy mix of vodka and a party atmosphere insured all were content in this safe environment. I had been provided with the ceremonial vestiges of my animalistic power. A fake Bull’s head had been modified to cover my face and satisfy my need for privacy. I would have complained about the whole situation but I was intrigued to the whole event. It was a weird situation to find myself in and not many other people can ever claim to have indulged in such a surreal scenario. I knew the basics of what would be expected but I was just told to go with the flow.