Escort and the Gigolo
Erotic Demonic Horror
18,355 words By Dante
Gallery of pictures (Also in the book)
Chapter 1 – Vicky
Chapter 2 – Antonio
Chapter 3 – Meeting Antonio
Chapter 4 – Fun on the Yacht
Chapter 5 – Sailing to Capri
Chapter 6 – Sardinia and flying home
Chapter 7 – The Castle – Liechtenstein
Chapter 8 – The Grand Hall
Chapter 9 – The feeding begins
Chapter 10 – The Dungeons
Chapter 11 – Escape to the yacht
A demonic horror story with pictures and dark erotica for adults only.
Vicky met Antonio when she was with her sugar daddy Gerald at a party on his yacht in Cannes. Antonio was constantly staring at her across the room, but had an older woman hanging on his arm. She knew it probably wasn’t his wife as he was young and attractive and she looked like she was in her early fifties, dressed elegantly and obviously wealthy. And when she caught him looking at her again, Vicky couldn’t help but smile as he quickly averted his eyes, pretending to be chatting with his lady of the night. And when Vicky asked Gerald who she was, he told her she was a widowed countess from Germany.
Vicky was amused and wondering what was going to happen as she knew he was freelancer like herself and being paid to escort the elderly woman for the evening. All the other guests on Gerald’s 57 metre motor-yacht were couples and wealthy friends and Vicky was living in a totally different world to less than a year previously. Vicky’s life totally changed after divorcing her English husband for having an affair, but was soon enjoying her new high society lifestyle and quickly found that extremely wealthy yet married men were attracted to her.
Being quite tall at five feet eleven inches, slim and attractive with long black hair, shapely 32B breasts with long sensitive nipples and what Gerald says, long sexy legs and a butt to die for. Her exotic looks come from her Japanese mother and British father but it was after having her heart broken that she decided to stay single and enjoy the jet set lifestyle. But her life becomes even more complicated when she meets Antonio, a handsome half Italian Gigolo from North London, and is invited to a demonic blood fest by Claudia the widowed countess at her castle in Liechtenstein.
Escort and the Gigolo – Erotic Demonic Horror
Gerald came into my life last year after the divorce when I was still depressed and alone. At only twenty six, I worked for a private bank in London and got to know Gerald as he was always buying gold coins or half kilo bars and storing them in the banks vault. Always flirting with me whenever he popped in and then one day surprised me by asked me out. Although all the bank staff suspected he was married, I said yes because my work friend told me I’d be crazy not to, and being single had nothing to lose. He was such a gentleman and on the date picked me up in his Aston Martin Vantage and took me to a really exclusive restaurant that I couldn’t even believe, they didn’t even have prices on the menu..! He even admitted that he was married and that his wife knew all about him seeing other women. However, the agreement they had was, if he ever divorced her, she’d destroy him financially and take him for everything she could as her brother was a top divorce attorney.
Anyway, after the meal he took me to the Excel Boat show in London where he told me he enjoyed looking at the latest models and when I asked him what kind of boat he had, he just laughed and said,
“Well let’s just say, I like looking of these new models but they’re all a little too small and mine wouldn’t fit in here.”
I knew nothing about yachts but was so impressed as he showed me around and we were treated like royalty by all the sales staff. From there, we went back to his exclusive penthouse apartment in Paddington where he made love to me for the first time and I stayed the night.
That was six months ago and the following morning he made me an offer I couldn’t refuse. He asked me to be his live in lover and that he’d pay me double my bank salary and I could live in that very apartment which overlooked Hyde Park and was his private residence in London. I later found out he actually owned the whole block. The condition was that I had to give up my bank job and be available for him whenever he was in the UK, usually for few days, once or twice every two or three months.
I assumed he was in his sixties but he always joked it off when I asked by telling me he was approaching three hundred and eighty five…! I must admit though he was quite a stud in the bedroom and definitely into pleasuring me with his mouth and… well… I’ll get into that later. But generally I found him to be a really nice guy and enjoyed his company immensely. He also surprised me by saying, he understood I was young and attractive and would need a lot more than a few days a month to satisfy my sexual desires. This took me aback as I thought he wanted to keep me all to himself like a mistress, but went on to say, it was fine if I needed to see other guys, in fact, he even told me it turned him on and wanted me to tell him all the naughty details.
So that’s how my life changed and to be honest, I haven’t looked back, and just to be clear, I’m not a prostitute or call girl, but let’s just say… I have a very wealthy married man looking after me. He and occasionally his friends take me to places and parties that I’d never even dreamed existed and treat me with the most incredible respect. However, it still blows my mind what the celebrities and important people I’ve met all get up to at the weird events held at exclusive mansion estates, clubs, beautiful private houses and especially the parties on his yacht.
Escort and the Gigolo – Erotic Demonic Horror
My father is Italian and mother English. I was brought up in a poor neighbourhood in North London with lots of street gangs and fighting all the time. However, my mother was a strong woman that made sure my younger brother and I, never got involved in the drugs and alcohol related issues that surrounded us on the council estate where we lived. When I was 17, I left home and married a girl of whom told me she was pregnant. But three years later she told me it wasn’t mine, and because of her constant drinking and going out to nightclubs with her friends and leaving me as the babysitter, it eventually all came to a head and we had a massive bust up where I moved out and went back to live at my parents house.
For the next five years I worked in various jobs but was never there very long and felt my life was destined for better things. Highly sexed with a good physique and fairly well endowed, I never had any problems with girls wanting to sleep with me. But after my early relationship issues and falling in love with a stupid slut bitch who made me think her child was mine, it somehow turned my heart into stone.
It was after a marathon weekend fucking session with a new girl I’d brought home that my Italian father sat down with me and told me his story. At first I thought he was making it up as it was so unbelievable, but he told me that before he met my mother, he was a gigolo in Italy. He explained that there are so many wealthy older women that pay very handsomely to have a virile young man on their arm and to look after their sexual needs. He knew I wasn’t into long term relationships anymore as he’d seen me bringing home a different girl every weekend and said he’d counted at least eighty five over the last couple of years. Truth be known it was more like two hundred as I didn’t take all of them home. So after his revelation, he suggested that I stop trying to fuck the world and earn some serious money doing something I enjoy.
So at age twenty eight, I registered and paid the ridiculously high joining fee with a London escort agency and my first client was a fairly attractive older woman at the Connaught Hotel in Mayfair. Previously I’d always been into younger girls, early to mid twenties but never over thirty. However, this woman was in her mid fifties and absolutely incredible and to be perfectly honest, probably the most amazing fuck of my life to date. She was from Greece, very elegant and married to a wealthy Turkish businessman, telling me she wanted to get back at her adulterous husband. She fucked me like a woman possessed and it was completely different to all the girls I’d had before.
I knew then what my father was trying to tell me, even though I’d had hundreds of younger girls, this woman taught me that older women were far more interested in experimentation and dirty sex by far. She was into everything, anal, deep throat, squirting, fisting, and even made me cum by massaging my prostate while I was deep down her throat.
My next client was even older but it turned out to be a couple. He was incapable of getting it up and wanted me to pleasure his wife as he sat and watched, wanking himself in the chair. And surprisingly, she was also unbelievable and hadn’t had sex in years, let alone a big cock…! So that was another incredible session where he was walking around the bed taking pictures as I fucked his wife senseless in every position imaginable. Screaming her head off every time she orgasmed, even though I was holding my hand over her mouth, believing the hotel staff would burst in any minute thinking a murder was being committed. Eventually, I had to fuck her on top her husband who was laying on the bed. She was sucking his cock as he watched me fucking her arse and when she cum, squirted all over his face. And when they gave me a £500 tip on top of my £150 escort fee, I knew I’d found my passion in life.
After that I joined several agencies, but the work was very slow until I met another guy doing the same thing who told me about a German Cougar club. That was where I met Claudia, a widowed countess that was absolutely incredible in bed and wanted me to move in and accompany her to various homes and events. She was into everything you could possibly imagine and couldn’t get enough, even inviting her weird rich friends around and making me fuck them all for hours on end. Coke and ecstasy was freely available and Viagra was a must as they were all into all kinds of debauchery and like Claudia, completely insatiable.
But then about six months ago, she made me an offer I couldn’t refuse and moved into her castle on the border of Liechtenstein and Germany. I get to use any of her deceased husbands fifteen exotic cars in the specially adapted temperature controlled garage under the castle. Money is not an issue as I receive a ten thousand Euros per month allowance and a credit card that’s basically unlimited of which she pays the bill.
However, it was at a grand ball a few weeks later, I found out how blood thirsty, dark and demonic she and all her friends were, also telling me she was over five hundred years old…! but incredibly she looks like she’s in her early fifties. She and her friends are most definitely not of this world and for keeping her secret, she has assured me I will be quite safe and protected. The only problem is, she’s with me most of the time, and although she doesn’t mind me having fun and games with her friends and at the various clubs and unspeakable parties we attend, she doesn’t want me to see anyone else.
Escort and the Gigolo – Erotic Demonic Horror
So we were down in Cannes and I was with Gerald who was holding a party on his yacht when I noticed him staring at me. Fit and handsome and I assumed in his early thirties but was with an elegant and attractive older woman. Thinking that he couldn’t be her husband and was probably just escorting her, I was intrigued to catch him staring at me several times but always averted his eyes. There were probably about forty guests onboard not including the crew and everyone was drinking and wandering around. Gerald and I were on the on the upper deck, sitting by the pool when I saw him looking at me again from the bar area, he was sitting on a bar stool with his partner and this time, didn’t look away but raised his glass and smiled.
Gerald also noticed and said to me smiling,
“Looks like you have a hunky young admirer over there…!”
I knew what he was thinking and replied,
“Yes, he’s been staring at me since they arrived, so who is that lady he’s with…?”
“Claudia von Hildemar, she’s a widowed countess from Germany and I assume that’s her new consort or lover. I used to know her husband but he was killed in a … err… a helicopter accident about a year ago.”
I was a little confused as he sounded like he was going to say something else but then decided not to.
“She’s invited me to a party next week at her castle in Kratzern Liechtenstein, it’s only a short flight from here but I don’t think you’re ready to enter her dark world just yet.”
“Wow a castle… sounds interesting.”
“Yes… she’s into younger guys and has some disgustingly wild BDSM parties in a real dungeon but she’s a little possessive, so be careful if you intend to have a bit of fun with him,” Gerald chuckled.
“You are joking aren’t you…!”
“Not at all Vicky… you know I love hearing about your little adventures, but be discrete and you can use my stateroom down below… let’s go over and I’ll introduce you.”
Before I could say anything, he pulled me up by the hand and led me towards the bar.
“Claudia… glad you could pop down, I’d like to introduce you to Vicky,” Gerald said, kissing her on the cheek as she smiled at me and said,
“Hello Vicky, nice to meet you… and this is Antonio.”
Smiling like a Cheshire cat, he took my hand and kissed it like a gentleman.
“I hear your having another get together at your place next week,” Gerald said.
“Yes… are you coming…? I met these lovely youngsters in a club in Rotterdam and they’re doing a special BDSM show… not for the faint hearted though.” Claudia said looking at me to see if I was shocked.
“I’m not sure yet… Vicky’s quite new and maybe a little too soon,” he replied.
“Of course… I understand… It was the same for Antonio but he knows what happens now and there will be plenty of male and female slaves to abuse as you choose,” Claudia replied smirking.
As they were talking, I could feel Antonio’s arm brushing against mine and could tell by the way he was acting he wanted to talk to me, but he was with her and I was with Gerald.
“Actually, that’s something I want to talk to you about… but in private,” he said to Claudia then turned to me saying,
“Tell you what Vicky, why don’t you give Antonio a quick tour while I discuss something important with Claudia… The fun will be starting in the main lounge soon so I’ll see you there OK…?”
I knew exactly what was going on in his head and as he led Claudia away, smiled at Antonio who looked amused as I led him down the steps to the main lounge deck.
“So where are you from…?” he quickly asked.
“Potters Bar but my mothers Japanese.”
“What a small world, I’m from Walthamstow but now live in Liechtenstein.”
“So you live with her in the castle then…?”
“Yes… you could say that but I do get to play with her friends and you know…”
“Know what…?” I asked smiling as he cupped my bottom and gave it a naughty squeeze.
“Well, I assume you’re doing the same with Gerald is it…?”
“Yes… I suppose I am but this is his yacht and he said that Claudia is quite possessive.”
“So how do you know that then Vicky…?”
“I saw you staring at me earlier so asked Gerald who she was, anyway, this is the main lounge where the fun usually starts but there are also four staterooms on the next level.”
“Sounds interesting, can I see them as we’re doing a tour…?”
“Sure… follow me,” I said as we descended down the steps to the next level.
“Yes she can be a little possessive but like I said, she also likes to share me with her friends,” Antonio continued.
Down on the lower deck I walked down the corridor to the main stateroom and walked in saying,
“This is the master stateroom where I stay with Gerald and there are three more…”
But as soon as he walked in behind me, he closed the door and pulled me towards him kissing me on the mouth.
“Hmm m… Vicky… You’re bloody gorgeous,” he said breaking the kiss and pulling me into him squeezing my bottom.
“But what about Claudia,” I giggled as he started kissing my neck and unzipping my dress from the back.
“And what about Gerald…!” he replied as he slipped my dress off my shoulders falling to the floor.
“Gerald told me to bring you down here.”
“Really, so he’s a cuck then…! Very interesting and he wants you to tell him what happened I suppose…?”
“Yes, that’s why he led her away.”
“Hmm m… well we’d better not waste any time then.”
I wasn’t wearing a bra as my boobs are quite small but when he took my nipple in his mouth and slid his hand inside my knickers from behind, delving down between my legs I nearly collapsed. He was inside me and kissing me on the mouth again as he pressed his erection against my thigh. Reaching down I squeezed it through his trousers making him groan and say,
“Take it out Vicky, I can’t believe how horny I’m feeling with you.”
Easing his zip down I pushed my hand in and felt him for the first time, he was much bigger than I expected and when I eased it out, my hand could barely grip his girth. He was inside me now, pulling me open with both hands as he lifted my leg and pulled me towards his throbbing erection. Holding it tightly, he lifted me up and lowered me down, I was so wet his bulbous head just slid in and I nearly orgasmed as it stretched me to the limit, moving me up and down, impaling me further on his monster cock. Hanging around his neck I felt like a rag doll as he thrust into me, penetrating my inner core as I purred and moaned into his shoulder. I’d never felt so aroused and as his pace quickened and he started fingering my anus, I exploded, shuddering and jerking as he erupted and flooded me with his sperm.
Without pulling out, he carried me to the bed and lowered me down, still trembling from the most intense orgasm I’d had in a long time, he was on his knees pushing my legs back and pulling my knickers to the side while holding me open with his fingers. And when he started licking and sucking on my clit, I had to grab his head and try to push him away, but he was too strong and held me down, forcing his long tongue inside me, lapping away like a wild dog as my juices oozed out into his willing mouth. Then he was on top of me, forcing his cock inside me and even though he was much bigger than Gerald and most of the guys he’d shared me with, the overwhelming pleasure far outweighed the pain. And as he kissed me, it was such a turn on tasting my own juices.
He was fucking me like we were long lost lovers and I couldn’t help moaning into his mouth as I exploded into another mind shattering orgasm. Jerking and trembling underneath him, we were so lost in the moment and hadn’t heard Gerald come in and stand next to the bed with a big grin on his face.
“Very nice indeed… I do hope we can have repeat performance next week at the castle,” Gerald said.
Antonio was clearly shocked and jumped up saying he was sorry but Gerald just chuckled and told him,
“Amazing show and I can see she’s having fun… so… how many times have you made her cum now…?”
“Err… about three times sir…”
“Excellent, well better hurry up and get cleaned up, Claudia will be wondering where you are.”
Antonio eased out and walked to the bathroom, leaving me spread eagled on the bed, still in my knickers and hold up stockings as Gerald sat next to me and slipped his hand in to feel how wet I was. Pushing two fingers inside me, he leaned over and just before kissing me passionately said,
“My God you’re so wet darling.”
Then after a good minute or so of probing, he eased out and said,
“I’d love to get down there and clean you up but the guests will be wondering where I am, so come on, let’s go back up and join the party.”
Antonio came out and said he’d better go find Claudia, then left the cabin as I jumped up and went in the bathroom.