The Long Weekend Ep. 1 (Sarah Michelle Gellar)

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The Long Weekend Ep. 1 by LOKI
Celeb(s) – Sarah Michelle Gellar
Codes – MF, Oral,
Originally posted on August 25 2002 at CSSA

Author’s Note: This is a story of fiction and is here for entertainment purposes only. This story in no way depicts the true sexual behavior of the celebrity written about within. This is my first story so please be kind.

The plane ride from Texas to California was a breeze. I slept through most of it and no one bothered me the whole time. I needed a vacation. I had been in The Lone Star State for just over a decade, trying desperately to make a life for myself. It wasn’t until I graduated from high school that things started to look my way.

Since I was strongly aware of the drawing power of Denton, I moved there in a heartbeat and immediately set up shop. I was fortunate enough to buy out some property right on campus of the local university (actually, my parents paid for most of it but there’s no need to get technical). I opened a video store and right away I was raking in the dough. Tons of college kids would flock to my store looking for their favorite films to rent or buy. The only other shop in town was a blockbuster video, but the customers and myself, we all knew which was the better establishment.

I was doing so well in fact, that I couldn’t handle the business all by myself. I needed help. Oddly enough my prayers were answered in no time. A young girl named Alyson came in and asked for an application. She was 19 and fresh out of high school. Seeing as how most of the other kids already had jobs on campus and she met every qualification I was looking for, I hired her. We instantly hit it off, but that’s another story I’ll save for later.

Now that I had been settled in for quite some time and Alyson was more than capable of handling the store by herself, I felt that some much needed R and R was in order. I just had one problem, where to go? Once again, I didn’t have to worry about that for too long. An old high school friend of mine called from California. He had moved out there to pursue a career in acting. It seems things were going well for him because he had to fly out to Chicago for two weeks to work on a new John Hughes film. He asked me to house sit for him and I accepted.

Being that I was originally from the Sunny State, it would be nice to visit my hometown in L.A. again. My friend had a really nice beach house so it seemed like he was doing better than I thought. When I got there he greeted me with a hug. It had been about four years since I saw him last, me being twenty two now. We both would’ve loved to do some catching up but there was just no time. His plane was leaving in two hours so, after he gave me a thorough grand tour of the place and a list of things that needed upkeep, he left for the Windy City.

The first thing I did after he left was eat. The last thing I’d had was a little bag of airline peanuts so I was starving. My friend had given me almost a thousand bucks for food and spending money. Did I mention how financially secure he had become? I decided to raid the fridge. After consuming what I considered the best submarine sandwich in the world, I crashed on the futon in the game room. I was a little jet lagged from the plane ride and I had arrived here at 10am so I passed right out.

It felt like I had slept for an eternity. When I came to it took me a second to remember where I was. I looked at the clock and it read 5:30. I guess I hadn’t slept as long as I thought. I now figured that the best thing to do was go outside and get some rays before the sun went down. I dressed myself in some cargo shorts, sneakers, and a bowling shirt. I was ready to party.

I had been walking around for about an hour or so, mostly just sucking in the atmosphere, when I spotted an ice cream stand. It was kind of hard to see because it was crowded with people, but once I got my vanilla cone and squeezed through the mass of cattle, I took a seat at a nearby table with one of thos big umbrellas on it. Finally, shade.

Just as I was about to sit down, a girl in skates ran into me and knocked me down. She had a cone of chocolate ice cream but not for long. It fell off of her cone and splattered all over my shirt. So much for a game of late night bowling. Before I had a chance to react, the girl was helping me up.

“OH MY GOD! I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” she cried.

“Yeah, never felt–” I was cut off by her sheer beauty. Straight blonde hair that went just past her shoulders, eyes as translucent as the ocean itself, and a body that looked like it had been sculpted by Da Vincci himself. She was showing it off too, clad only in gray running shorts and a white tank top. After looking at her face again it was at that moment that I realized who she was, Sarah Michelle Gellar.

“–better.” I finished softly. She sat me down and planted herself next to
me as she tried to clean the ice cream off of my shirt with a paper towel.

“I swear I’m such a clutz sometimes. Are you sure you’re alright?”

“It’s no big thing really,” I assured her, “I’m fine, you don’t have to do that.”

“But your shirt,” she pleaded. I told her that it was an old shirt anyway and that I could just toss it in the washer. She finally gave up and chunked the paper towels in the trash can next to us. We were interrupted by the lights at the stand shutting off.

“Dammit, the ice cream shop is closing down. I wanted to get another one.” Luckily, during my fall, I was able to save my cone so I just gave it to her.

“Here,” I said, “you can have mine.” I handed it to her and she reached out for it with a smile. When she grabbed it, our hands touched. For a split second, I felt something. I think she did too, because she blushed slightly and looked away. We sat there in awkward silence for a bit before she finally looked at me and spoke up.

“By the way, my name’s–”

“Sarah Michelle Gellar,” I interrupted, “I know who you are. I’m John, pleased to meet you.”

After we shook hands there was another silent moment. Sarah then insisted that I take her to where I lived. She wanted to wash the shirt for me. I accepted…. Yeah, like you wouldn’t have said yes.

While walking back to the beach house (she had taken off her skates at this point), I explained to Sarah my situation and how I was house sitting for a friend. She told me that she enjoyed my company because most people just hounded her for autographs and she missed talking to someone down to earth like myself. The conversation eventually led to movies and I asked her about hollywood and “the industry”. She just told me that it has its ups and downs like any other job and that the only true friends she’d made so far out there were Alyson Hannigan and Jennifer Love Hewitt. I immediately thought about my employee Alyson, and how she was doing with the store.

Once we got inside the house, Sarah asked me to show her to the washer and dryer and I lead her to the laundry room. It was clean, but was pretty vacant and didn’t look like anyone used it much. I guess my actor friend had all his laundry taken to the cleaners. Sarah put the soap into the washer and instructed me to discard my shirt. I obliged.

I turned away a bit so I wouldn’t be looking right at her while I undressed. I kept my body in decent shape. It was nowhere near the temple like Sarah’s body, but I guess it was good enough because out of the corner of my eye, I caught her staring dead on at my physique. I faced her once again and tossed the shirt into the wash. I closed the lid and reached for the knob. Sarah had reached for it as well and our hands met again, this time with hers placed on mine as I turned the knob and the machine hummed to life.

I said nothing and just stared into her eyes. What could I say? Before I knew it, Sarah ran her hand up my arm and placed it on my chest. She pressed her body up against mine. I got goosebumps all over as there was now no space left between us. Then, said something that melted me from the inside out.

“I never got to thank you for that ice cream.” she whispered.

Suffice it to say, I was beside myself. For some reason though, my moral compass decided to go crazy. Looking back now, I know that there was nothing really wrong with it, but my brain at the time was screaming to me that I didn’t know her well enough.

“Sarah, we shouldn’t–” Before I could finish, she planted a kiss on me that took those goosebumps away and filled my body with a warmth I never knew existed. Her tongue found its way into my mouth and I could’ve died a happy man at that point. I didn’t think she could top what she said before, but then she broke the kiss and proved me wrong.

“John, I have a confession to make. I bumped into you on purpose. When I saw you at the ice cream stand, my body took over and I knew I needed you inside me.”

I was awe struck. I didn’t think I’d be able to respond to that, but my mouth opened and the words came out.

“Really? You can’t be serious.” I protested. It was at that moment that Sarah stepped back and slipped her top off over her head. What I saw before me was the most perfect set of breasts I’d ever seen. Round, firm, and tan, which meant at some point she sunbathed topless. However, she didn’t stop there. She slid her shorts down her legs and to the floor, leaving her standing there in nothing but a skimpy pair of black, bikini underwear.

“Do I look like I’m joking?” I didn’t have much time to take this all in because she pushed me up against the wall (which was right behind me) and started kissing me again. This time, she started at my chest and then began to work her way down. As she slowly dropped to her knees, I could feel her nipples brush up against my skin. She must’ve been in heat big time because it felt like they could’ve cut diamonds.

Her knees hit the floor with an almost unnoticeable thud as she unbuttoned my shorts and yanked them down, leaving me now completely nude. By this point of course my cock was rock solid, so much so that it swelled with pain. It sprang forward and the tip of it actually slapped Sarah on the nose. I wanted to laugh but did my best to hold back as I dared not to spoil the mood. Sarah grabbed my cock and jerked it in her hand ever so slightly, just enough to send a tingle up my spine and a gasp from my mouth. Just as I looked down, Sarah opened her mouth and sent the head of my prick past her full pouting lips.

She clamped her mouth down on my dick and started sucking. I did my best to keep my eyes on her face as she bobbed her head back and forth on me, starting a rhythm that you could dance to. She had her hand wrapped around me at the base, tugging just enough to cause my balls to sway. She kept her mouth mostly just past the head with her eyes glued to the task at hand. I dug my fingers through her shiny, golden hair and pushed the back of her head towards my crotch.

Without notice, she removed her mouth off of my cock and started stroking it up and down in such a rapid motion, that her hand was a blur on my stiff member. She looked up at me with those wide, gleaming eyes. They peirced into me with such intensity, they could’ve burned a hole into my own expression.

“I want you to cum,” she demanded, “in my mouth.”

Her words cut through me like a samurai sword. All I could do was respond with a grunt of breath. She slid my throbbing muscle back into her mouth and began to suck harder. She took her free hand, which had previously been at my thigh, and began kneading my balls. I moaned in approval. This hot star definitely knew what she was doing. I wasn’t far off now as I began to buck forward into her face. At that moment, I felt my nuts tighten and my hot semen bubbling up through my shaft.

“Ungh! I’m gonna cum, Sarah!” I warned, “Jesus-fucking-Christ, I’m gonna cum!”

Sarah pulled away and jacked me off with complete determination.

“Yeah, cum for me baby! Cum on my tongue!” She tilted her head slightly to the side and opened her mouth wide, sticking her tongue just under the head of my cock. With a couple more grunts, slowly but surely, a glob of cum oozed out of me and onto her waiting pallete. She pressed her hand tightly against my balls at the very base of my hose. Another dose, bigger this time, shot straight into her mouth and hit the back of her throat like a bullseye.

“Mmm, yeah.” She closed her mouth and the third helping shot out in a thick, ropey string across her face and streaked onto her cheek. The rest of it hit those precious lips and dribbled down her chin a bit. Sarah sucked the last few drops from the head until I was spent, then, with her fingers, swallowed up anything that didn’t go into her mouth. She gulped it all down with a smile like it was candy.

My dick began to subside but she kept stroking it to keep it hard. She obviously wasn’t done with me yet. I tilted my head back and rested up against the wall for a moment, trying to catch my breath and compose my self for whatever I was in store for next. Sarah, still full of fire, turned her back to me and leaned over the washer. Her pert little ass was sticking out in front of me, her cheeks cupped in a tight, black, form-fitting nylon-like material.

Sarah reached back, slipped her fingers under the thin elastic waistband of her panties, and proceeded to pull them down, exposing to me her sweet, tight ass. She pulled her bikinis down slowly, almost teasing me, and stopped just enough so that I saw her pussy.

It was beautiful. Nice and tight and obviously wet, ready for my entry. It was clear as day and I noticed two things right off. One, that she kept her bush trimmed neatly, allowing me easy access, and two, that she wasn’t a natural blonde. This was something I pretty much knew already, but now there was no doubt about it. I must’ve stared at it for too long because she got impatient with me.

“Please, I need to be fucked…now.”

I needed no more encouragement. I gripped my dick and headed for her glistening slit. Before I could do it myself, Sarah took her hands to her cunt and held her lips open for me. I guided myself into her with ease, my cock sliding past her opening and into her depths with a faint, slick sound. The both of us let out a moan of extasy and we stayed still for a moment, savoring how wonderful the other felt.

Sarah placed her hands on the top of the washer and braced herself, looking back at me.

“I’m ready.” she said, “Now, do it to me.” I placed my hands firmly at her waist and began moving in and out of her tight, velvet box. I started slow, pulling all the way back until just the head was in, and then shoving deep into her depths. Sarah was very verbal, and showed her approval of my technique by sighing and talking dirty to me.

“Oh fuck yeah, that feels so good. It’s been so long…Don’t stop, please. Your cock feels wonderful inside of me….Oh…more…More!”

I began thrusting faster, and Sarah met my thrusts by shoving her ass back into me. She propped herself up by her elbows and her tits swayed and jiggled slightly.

“Ah, Ah, Ah!” was all she could say, letting one out each time I rammed myself all the way in.

“Oh shit! You’re gonna make me cum! Keep going! I’m so close! Uh, Uh, Uh Huh! God, yes!”

I too, was close. Her pussy was fantastic and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. I leaned forward, wrapped my arms around her waist, and quickened my pace to a sort of jackhammer speed. My balls started slapping against her clit. This must have pushed the right button because she began to convulse and I felt the inner walls of her silky slit constrict around my slamming member.

“God….Yes! Yes! Yes! I’m gonna…I’m gonna….Holy shit! I’m cuuummmiiinnnggg!!!!!”

Her cries of passion and her throbbing hole was shoving me over the edge. I grit my teeth and closed my eyes, tight.

“Get ready, Sarah. I’m coming!”

“Yes! Cum inside me, baby! Shoot your load into me! Cum In Me! Cum In Meeee!!!”

“AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!” I yelled as my cock throbbed and pulsated. I bottomed out and shot deep into Sarah Michelle Gellar and her willing snatch. Her hot box constricted again as she had another orgasm. She milked my cock with her internal muscles until I had no more of my jizz to give. I collapsed on top of her, the both of us covered in a thin layer of sweat. Just then, the washer shut off, its cycle was at its end. We shared a good laugh at our perfect timing.

We stayed there in silence for quite some time as we were reeling from the experience. Finally, I pulled out of her with a light pop. I watched as some of my cum leaked out of her well fucked hole and cascaded down her inner thigh. Sarah didn’t seem to care. She just pulled her panties up and got dressed. I put my cargo shorts back on and sat down, since my leg muscles were quite sore at this point.

Without saying a word, she retrieved my shirt from the washer and transported it to the dryer. During that time we both just sat in each other’s presence. We played a nice quiet game or two of cards and didn’t really say anything. After my shirt was dry, Sarah and I got up and I walked her to the door. She told me that she had early rehearsals tomorrow and that she needed to get some sleep, especially after the proper fucking she’d just received.

She also told me that I was the best sex she’d ever had. I could tell by the smile on her face and the look in her eye that she was being dead honest. I took that as the best compliment of my life. With a hug, a “thank you”, and a promised return, she left. Just like that, she was gone. I can truly say that my sexual encounter with Sarah Michelle Gellar was the best sex I’d ever had as well….so far:)