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.