Anything for you
Starring: Alexandra Daddario
WARNING: The following story is a piece of pure sexual fantasy and fiction. The author of this piece has no relationship, personal or professional, with Alexandra Daddario and no offense is meant toward her. The following story also contains scenes of explicit sexual content intended only for readers 18 and over.
The August sun was beating hot on the cloudless Los Angeles sky as the pool boy could feel his sweat dripping down his bare chest. He looked up, the large house in the distance casting a shadow over the pool he was meant to clean. He had never met the owner, only knowing it by a woman who called, giving him a specific time of day he could come to clean the pool, and had to be gone by a specific time as well. He was hoping he could meet the woman one day.
Andreas dragged the net through the water, picking up any of the fallen insects and leaves that had made their way into the pool, all while wanting to explore the house behind him. He wanted to know more about his mystery employer. As he finished, he grabbed a bottle of water out of an ice bucket that was left out for him and drank it, the cool liquid satiating his heated body. It wasn't long before he chose to clean up, grabbing a towel and drying the sweat off of his tan skin and heading toward the gate to the left of the house, one that led toward his truck in the front.
But he needed to use the restroom before he did, so he chose to go inside. The house itself was finely decorated, with props and other film artifacts decorating the entirety of the hallways as he searched for a toilet. There was a ton of rooms, even more than he guessed as he searched. The didn't find anything, even walking near a large kitchen. He figured it had to be an actress of some sort, but there was no pictures or anything on the walls to tell him who it was.
Still not finding anything, Andreas headed upstairs, a grand spiraling staircase to the second floor as he finally found the bathroom just off the staircase. Feeling relieved after relieving himself, Andreas washed his hands and prepared to leave before getting caught. He didn't want his employer to find him there. In a bedroom next door, though, something caught his eye. The door was propped open as he made his way inside. The rest of the house was so neat, so tidy, he couldn't believe this room. Clothes sprawled everywhere, a full hamper in the corner, the closet doors swung open and on the door above him, he noticed three bras dangling from the corner. His curiosity growing ever more, he made his way to the dresser and noticed a couple picture frames there.
Each picture was of a group of women, mid to late 20s, maybe early 30s, all grouped up on a beach. He didn't recognize many of them, only the one girl in the middle. Tall, white skinned, piercing blue eyes with black hair and large breasts about to pop out of her bikini top in the picture. There was no doubt about it, it was that actress he saw in a ton of projects, Alexandra Daddario. As he looked, he dropped the photo. Reaching down to pick it up, he put it back on the dresser.
I need to get out of here, much as I want to see more of Alexandra's stuff, I don't want to get caught, Andreas thought to himself as he turned back toward the doorway. In the closet though, he noticed a strange collection of items in the middle. Hung up, he noticed an entire rack filled with at least ten different dildos and sex toys, strap ons and the like. Andreas had to catch his breath, dirty thoughts entering his mind of Alexandra using those toys on herself and some of the friends of hers he saw in the pictures. On the ground, he noticed several pairs of panties laying down as he reached down, picking up a small red thong and rubbing the thin, lacy fabric in his fingers.
He felt the moisture of the panties in his hands as he felt his cock begin to grow inside of his shorts. Biting his lip, he pulled the panties up to his nose and began to sniff. The smell was nearly intoxicating. He could smell her juices, she must have just recently gotten off with them still on as his other hand traveled down his bare stomach and into his red shorts. His hands grasped his dick, feeling himself slowly beginning to stroke to the irresistible scent of Alexandra's panties. A slight grunt escaped his lips as his pace quickened, enjoying the scent more and more, all while thinking of her using those dildos and toys on all her friends.
Andreas was now fully erect, his large shaft protruding from his pants. It felt too good, he knew he should stop, but he couldn't as he stroked more and more. The pleasure felt too good, the taboo of doing this while trespassing in the house feeling even better.
"Having fun?" a woman's voice said playfully as Andreas nearly jumped out of his own skin. His hand rocketed out of his shorts and the panties fell to the floor. He looked up and noticed, Alexandra was standing right there in the doorway. A confused look spread across her face as he quickly moved to cover his erection.
"I...I am so sorry." Andreas said, his voice breaking in embarrassment as he began to head toward the doorway, Alexandra put her hand forward, blocking it.