Celebrity Limo: Sarah Michelle Gellar Buffy falls on a big, thick stakeĖOooh! by Kat Jones
Celeb(s) Ė Sarah Michelle Gellar
Codes Ė MF, Oral, Anal,
Originally posted on August 25, 2002 at CSSA
When my boss Rudy told me Iíd be picking up Sarah Michelle Gellar, I couldnít wait. She needed a ride to some party in Palm Springs. I usually hate driving in the desert, but with the sexy vampire slayer in my backseat, I donít feel right about complaining. I take a quick shower before I head to her place in Santa Barbara. Rudy says she requested me specifically. My curiosity is piqued.
I used to be a masseur at the Canyon Ranch Spa. It was almost as good as being a limo driver, except I didnít make as much in tips as I do now. The women were hot, wealthy and I got to have my hands all over their silky bodies. The women would talk about me and before I knew it, my schedule was booked. I didnít start fucking them right away, unless they were attractive and they asked me. I got busted one day when my boss was taking some investors on a tour and I was pussy-pounding a very well know television game show girl. I got my walking papers that day.
Before I got my limo driving job, I kept the rent paid with a few modeling gigs. That was the first time I met Sarah Michelle Gellar. It was before the "Buffy" days and she was finishing her career as soap actress. She was young and sweet. I was posed behind her as a beefcake in a few poolside shots. Afterwards, we sat around doing shots and getting wasted while the camera crew packed up. She was pretty far gone when she asked me to fuck her. I asked her how old she was. Only 17. Iíd been in trouble with a couple of young girls before and with her fame, I didnít want to chance it. Besides, she was a little too drunk to call it fair. I kissed her sweet pink lips and told "After youíre 18, baby." She looked a little disappointed. God knows I was.
I pull up to her house. Itís pretty nice for a girl still so young. I put on my chauffeur cap and walk up to her door. Thereís a huge knocker on her door with lionís head. I grab the ring in its mouth and rap on the door three times. The door opens and there she stands in a towel.
"Gosh, youíre here early. Iím not finished yet. Come in?"
Iím a little tongue-tied. "I donít like to keep people waiting. I could wait in the car, if you want."
She tosses her blonde hair back and laughs. "Lorenzo, donít be silly. The barís over there. Why donít you make yourself something to drink. You look like you could use one."
"Well, I donít mind a good shot of whiskey now and then, but not when Iím driving. Itís kind of a long ways to Palm Springs."
She adjusts her towel. I see her tiny, tan feet shuffling on the floor. "Uh, well, I donít really need to go to Palm Springs tonight. The party is tomorrow."
Now I feel a little stupid. I was so anxious to see her, did I mix up my days? "Look, Ms. Gellar, Iím sorry. I wasÖ"
She walks up to me and puts her finger over my mouth. "I hear you used to work at Canyon Ranch. My friend told me you had magical fingers. Do you think you might feel like doing something other than driving tonight?"
My cock was starting to push against my pants. "Where do you want to do it?"
"You just get yourself something to drink, Iíll call you upstairs when Iím ready."
She makes her exit and I head toward the bar. Sheís got everything in it. Itís all new, so I figure sheís probably just moved into the place. I reach for the Jim Beam and pour myself a shot. I start wondering if she has any idea of who I am. Does she remember me from the shoot all those years ago? Probably not, I figure. Sheís a big star now with lots of people to meet. Thereís no way she would recall meeting me. I guess it doesnít matter. I set my shot glass down and fill it again. Thatís when I hear her.
"Lorenzo, Iím ready for you."
I head up a wide, spiral staircase. There are five doors, only one open and itís at the end of the hallway. The lights are all low. As I turn into the last door, I see candles flickering everywhere. Then I see her, sheís laying down on a massage table with her towel over her cute, little ass. Sheís got a bottle of champagne chilling in a bucket of ice and I hear some nice jazz coming from a small stereo on a shelf near her king-sized canopy bed.
She looks up. "I hope this is okay. I had it delivered today. Iím so tight. I need someone to loosen me up. Do you think you can do that, Lorenzo?"
Yes I can! I pull off my button down shirt. "I hope you donít mind, it will be easier for me to reach you. Do you have any massage oil?"
She points to a small table. "Over there."
I get the oil, itís jasmine-scented. I walk up to her, trying to keep my hard, throbbing cock from jumping out of my pants at her. I push her soft hair off her back then I squirt a little bit of oil onto my hands. After I warm it, I carefully put my hands down on her shoulders. She moans. I feel my pants stretching.
I carefully smooth the oil over her back. Sheís got amazing skin. Itís so smooth and pretty. She breathes deeply as I knead every crevice and work my way down her tiny spine. When I get to her ass, I tell her, "Iím going to do your legs now."
"Great," she sighs, "I love that."
Her legs are firm and shapely. It looks like she works out a lot. Iíd comment on them, but I donít want her to get nervous. "Would you like your feet rubbed?"
"You are so wonderful, Lorenzo, yes I would."
I start working on her feet while she squirms and giggles. It turns me on even more. It would be so tempting to just turn her over and fuck the daylights out of her. But I donít. I just keep rubbing her tiny feet. When I sense sheís had enough, I ask her if there is anything more sheíd like. "I can do your pecs for you."
She giggles then turns over. She doesnít grab the towel and put it over her breasts, she leaves them uncovered. "I would really like it if you could do my tits, with your mouth. Do you mind?"
"Whatever you want!" I put the bottle of oil down and wipe my hands. I take her small, gorgeous knockers into my mouth and hands. She throws her head back and begins to breathe harder and heavier. I savor every luscious part of them from the nipples to the fullness of her cups. In a few minutes, I feel her hand on my bulging crotch.
"Oh, my God, youíre huge!" She tries to unzip me. I stand up and undo my pants for her. "Take off her your boxers, too."
It feels great to be free. As my dick bounces out of captivity, she grabs it and starts stroking me. "What else can I do for you?"
As she continues to tug and pull at my cock, she says with a sly smile, "I could use a little tongue down below, would you mind?"
I canít get over how polite she is. Itís almost funny. Iím not one to waste an opportunity, so I go to work. She spreads her legs open and dangles them off the table. I put my hands on her thighs and work my way up them. Then I spread her labia apart and find her hidden treasure. I flick it gently with my tongue as she shivers with excitement. She starts to wail with pleasure as I bring her to her first orgasm. I keep going until I hear her cry out yet again. Then she starts to sit up.
"Do you want anything else?" I ask as I rub her legs slowly.
"Thereís something I need to confess to you, Lorenzo. I asked you here not just for a massage."
"Well, I can see that." Sheís got me all confused.
She looks down with her big blue eyes. "I brought you here because ever since the day I met you on a photo shoot a few years back, Iíve dreamed about fucking you. Iím not sure if you remember me."
She did remember me! "How could I forget you? You were so sweet and sexy and I wanted to fuck you so much, but I didnít want to get you into trouble. I canít believe you remembered. You were so drunk!"
She smirks, "Iím an actress, remember? I faked that. I didnít want to risk being rejected, so I pretended to get drunk, but I was stone-cold sober. I hope youíre not mad."
I certainly wasnít mad. I just wanted to throw her on the bed and fuck her brains out. "Sweetheart, I donít know how any man could ever be angry with you. Iíve thought about you a lot since then. A lot."
She gets up off the table and walks over the edge of the bed. "I want you to take me. Take me as hard and as wild as you can!"
I lift her into my arms. Sheís so small and delicate. She wraps her legs around me as I begin to kiss her deeply. I then throw her onto the bed.
She scoots back to the top and I jump on the bed after her. She lays back on a pile of silken pillows. She throws her arms behind her head and she spreads her legs. Its not every day a guy gets to put his "stake" into a vampire slayer. Sheís already soaking wet when I plunge my cock into her. She lets out a sound of happiness. Sheís so tight, itís hard not to come right away.
I decide I want her on top of me so I roll the two of us over and she follows my lead. Seeing her perched on top of my cock is great. I grab her small breast, no silicone here, and squeeze and rub them while she bounces wildly on top. I then put my thumb on her clit and rub it until I can feel her coming. Then I come. I pull her down to me and kiss her on her neck and lips. Weíre both tired and thirsty.
"Would you mind if I opened that champagne now?" I think itís only polite to ask.
"Only if you repeat your performance again later." She looks up at me with little beads of sweat on her glowing forehead.
"That wonít be a problem." I open the bottle and we both enjoy the champagne as I think of what will happen next. Whoíd have thought Iíd be putting a stake into a vampire slayer tonight? I couldnít wait to do it