April 2024
OK, so there's a lot about my 'job' that I like, as I'm sure you can imagine, but one of my favourite things about it is helping my guests to explore their fantasies. Especially with the rich and famous, since fulfilling even the most basic fantasies is that much more difficult for them than the likes of you and me.
Now, I know what you're thinking: it must be easier, right? They're celebrities; they have the means and resources to do anything they want. Well, think about it for a second. Let's say you have an interest in being tied up and dominated. So, there are three different avenues through which to achieve this.
One: try and talk your partner into it. If they're into it, great; look no further. If they're not, you'll have to try something else.
Two: find a total stranger on a specialist BDSM website. This one, of course, is incredibly risky, especially for a celebrity. You never know who it is you're going to meet and there's always the chance that when they tie you up, they might not untie you again. And the chances of this happening increase ten fold if you're a world-famous actress.
Three: go to a professional. This is the safest option, but comes with its own share of problems as well. Do you really think that the average sex worker isn't going to try and benefit financially when they find out the star of that new blockbuster movie likes to get tied up and spanked for three hours straight? And, yes, I know NDAs exist, but is a celebrity really going to take the risk, knowing their sexual proclivities could get dragged through the courts for all the see? Well, I can tell you the answer is no.
So, that's where I come in. I provide a safe space for famous women to do (within reason) anything their heart desires. Want me to tie you up? No problem. Wanna tie
me
up? Sure. Anal? Threesomes? Foot stuff? Check, check, check. I've had some odd requests over the last two years and by this stage I tend not to bat an eyelid when a guest asks for something that is out of the ordinary. Though every now and again, a woman will request something that takes me by surprise. This was one of those times.
I was watching an NFL game during a rare gap in my schedule when my phone started ringing. I retrieved my phone from my glass coffee table and looked at the screen to see who it was. Alexandra Daddario. Alex had been coming by for about six months now and, needless to say, the sex was amazing. Honestly, I think if you're having sex with Alexandra Daddario and it
isn't
amazing then you might be doing it wrong. 'Cause Alex's body seems to have been built specifically for that very purpose. Her big tits. Her supple ass. Her toned arms and legs. Her gorgeous face and eyes. Every part was built for sex, and you're gonna have to go a pretty long way to convince me otherwise.
Anyway, Alex had a stay booked for later in the week and the fact that she was ringing me now had me more than a little concerned. Women calling this close to a visit usually means a cancellation, which is disappointing at the best of times, but a cancellation from Alexandra Daddario would be an absolute disaster.
"Hey," I said as I answered the call, muting my huge TV.
"Hi," was all she said back. It was hard to gauge her mood over the phone but she sounded a little anxious.
"What's up? We still on for Thursday?" I asked, keeping my fingers crossed.
"Mmhmm."
I breathed an enormous sigh of relief. "Awesome. Something wrong? You seem a little quiet."
"Oh, no, I'm good, it's just...erm...I've got a favour to ask you."
"OK. Let's hear it."
Alex laughed nervously. "Right, well it's kind of a weird one, so you might wanna brace yourself."
"I'm braced. What is it?"
"OK, so you know that I'm married, right?"
Damn. I'd heard of someone dancing around a subject, but Alex was doing a full on waltz.
"I do. So, what, did he find out about us or something?"
"Erm...no. Well, actually yes, he did, but that's not why I'm calling."
"OK," I said simply, choosing to gloss over the fact that her husband knew I'd been fucking her. She didn't seem concerned about it, so neither was I. I mean, she was clearly nervous about something but I don't think that was it. "So what's wrong?"
Alex sighed deeply, like she was gearing herself up for something. "OK. Well, there's really no easy way to say this, so I'm just gonna come out and say it. He wants to watch us fuck."
Woah. I'd expected something big from the way she was acting but that really took me by surprise.
"He wants to...?"
"Watch us fuck, yes."
"As in?"
"Have sex," said Alex. I could hear her smirk over the phone.
"Yeah, thanks, I know what fuck means. So, what, he wants to come here and...?"
"Oh, no, I told him you wouldn't be into that. We can do it on FaceTime or something."
"Erm...OK," I replied, not really sure what else to say.
Honestly, I was kinda confused. Of course I knew that cuckolding is a thing and that a lot of people are into it, but in this instance the whole thing baffled me. I mean, why on Earth would you wanna watch someone else fuck Alexandra Daddario when you could be doing it yourself!?
Alex laughed. "You're a little confused by this, huh?"
"Ermm...yeah. You could say that."
She laughed again. "OK, let me explain."
And she did. Apparently, Alex's husband had informed her of his voyeuristic tendencies quite early in their relationship, and asked her if she'd be into it. Alex found it a little odd and said that she'd feel uncomfortable with him watching another man fuck her. Alex's husband respected her answer and it didn't bring it up again. Alex was relieved, and by the time they'd gotten engaged and married, she'd forgotten all about it.
Then, one day, her husband found texts from me on her phone and confronted her about it. Alex expected him to be upset, maybe even file for divorce, but instead her husband took the opportunity to revive a certain fantasy. Part of what had put her off the idea was the thought of fucking a total stranger. But now that she was fucking me, that little problem had been negated.
Alex wasn't sure at first and still took some convincing. But ultimately, either through a sense of guilt or a feeling that she 'owed him one', she reluctantly agreed. Provided that I was OK with it, of course.
Honestly, I wasn't sure about it either. Of course, I loved having sex with Alex (what man wouldn't?), but the thought of another guy being involved in any way was more than a little off-putting. When I finally agreed to it, it was to help out Alex more than anything else. She clearly wasn't comfortable with it either, but felt like she needed to do it to keep her marriage alive. Plus, for more selfish reasons, I had a feeling that if I didn't agree to it, Alex's guilt might stop her from coming here. And I'd rather have sex with her in front of some guy than not have sex with her at all.
So once I agreed to it, Alex hung up and went to speak to her husband. She sent me a text a few hours later with a list of potential dates. I picked one out that worked for me and Alex called me the following day to iron out the finer details.
Fast forward two and a half weeks and the day had finally arrived. She sent me a text to tell me she was close and I watched as her car pulled into the driveway. Any sense of last minute regret was promptly relieved when the door swung open and that incredible body climbed out from within. She looked amazing as usual, even dressed down in the pants, sweater and snapback hat she was wearing.
"Hi," she said as she saw me, smiling as she grabbed her bag and hurried towards the door.
"Hello, hello," I said as I watched her approach, stepping aside to usher her in.
Alex stopped in the doorway in front of me and whipped off her hat as she gave me a kiss.
"Nervous?" she asked.
"A little," I replied, taking her bag from her as she fixed her hat hair. "Kind of a weird one, huh?"
"Is a bit."
She stepped into the lounge and I closed the door behind her.
"If it gets too weird I guess we can just pretend he's not there and have the amazing sex we always have," Alex suggested.
"Yeah, that's true," I said back, hoping it would be that simple.
"OK, I'm gonna go and freshen up and then we'll get started, shall we?"
"Sure."
I showed Alex to her room and waited outside for a moment to see what she meant by 'freshen up'. I heard her shower start running a minute or so later, so I went to my room to take one as well. Towelling myself dry, I picked out a shirt and pants, sprayed on some cologne and styled my hair. I went back to Alex's room and knocked on the door.
"Come in," she called and I took the invitation.
I turned the handle and the door swung open, revealing my guest in all her glory. Alex was seated at the oaken vanity, looking at herself in the mirror as she ran a comb through her dark brown hair. Her makeup had been done to perfection, accentuating her pale skin and those famously big blue eyes. I couldn't see too much of what she was wearing, but it appeared to be some kind of lingerie set, which I knew was amazing without looking at it. Alex had the kind of body that could make a burlap sack look good.
"Hi," she said as she saw me in the mirror, flashing me that heart-stopping smile.
"Hey," I replied as I closed the door. "You ready?"
"Uh huh," said Alex as she set down her hair brush and rose from her seat at the vanity.
Her lingerie finally came into view, and it should without saying that I was right; she did look amazing. It was fairly simple, a strapless black bra and panties, but it showed off her body in spectacular fashion, giving a breathtaking view of that always incredible cleavage. Seeing her like that, any qualms I might have had about fucking her in front of her husband were quickly forgotten about. Hell, I'd have fucked her in front of my parents if that's what she wanted.
Alex moved towards me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders as she pulled me in for a kiss. Already I could feel my cock getting hard, just from feeling her body against me. I don't think there'd be any performance anxiety, even with somebody watching. Alex pried her lips from mine and let her arms hang loosely around my neck, as I wrapped my own around the small of her back.
"So are we doing it right now then?" I asked.
"Mmhmm," said Alex. "I'll call him in a minute."
Her arms came down from around my neck and she took my hand in hers, her phone in the other as she led me towards the bed. Alex climbed up onto the bed and set her phone down as she laid out across it. She looked every bit of the goddess she was, with that heavenly body and nut-brown hair sprawled across the mattress. I climbed up behind her and crawled on top, her arms returning to their previous spot as I leaned in and kissed her, sinking my tongue into Alex's mouth. The kiss was long and fraught with passion as Alex's fingers ran through my hair, her legs wrapped around the backs of mine.
Our lips came apart and I moved my mouth to Alex's neck, kissing it in several places. My lips kept moving past her collarbone and down to the top of her chest. Alex gave a gentle moan then her hand came free from the back of my head as she grabbed her phone, swiping at the screen with a manicured finger.
"Guess I better call him now," she said with a sigh. She looked at the screen and then back at me, like she'd remembered something important. "Oh, yeah. He won't be seeing your face, by the way. I made that very clear."
"Gotcha," I said, looking up at Alex as I kissed her chest.
She tapped the screen one final time and looked back at me with a smirk. "Here goes."
Alex lifted her phone up and pointed it down at her face as I heard her husband answer.
"Hi, babe."
