I got this note from a reader named Ann:
I know I'm too old to be a dreamer but I'm totally crazy about the celebrity Sarah Michelle Gellar , better Known as Buffy from the tv-show. I masturbate a lot thinking of her , I have lots of pics of her and it makes me soaking wet thinking of her in a sexual way. ----------------- Dearest Ann, I have never tried writing a celebrity story before, but for you I will try. Nobody is ever too old to be a dreamer. I am well over 30, and write my dreams down all the time. I have only ever seen most of one episode of 'Buffy', so please forgive me if I get a few details wrong. _______________________________________ This story is fiction and not intended to imply anything about the true sexuality of actress Sarah Michelle Gellar.
I had better not tell you which hotel I work in, in Amsterdam, because it might cost me my job. But last week I was walking through the lobby, and there she was! Walking up to the check-in desk right where I work! It was Sarah Michelle Gellar, the gorgeous vampire slayer. I could only guess that she was in town for some movie shoot. I ran back to my post at the telephone answering service.
My computer shows the name and room number of every guest, and minutes later I did a scan of the rooms by name, and there she was, in room 201, which is a palatial suite on the south-west corner of the hotel. I flagged the room number, so that any calls from that room's phone would automatically play on my headset.
My heart was beating at a mile a minute for over half an hour, until close to the end of my shift, then suddenly I heard a sweet girl's voice, "Room Service? I would like a shrimp salad, and a bottle of the best champagne you have. Room 201. In 5 minutes? That will be fine. Thank you."
It was Her! I turned to my co-worker at the phone desk and asked, "Corrine? Could you handle the rest of the shift? It's only a few minutes, but I really have to go for a pee!" Corrine and I regularly trade little favors, so she readily agreed, and I sprinted from the phone office, headed for the stairs instead of the elevator, because the place I was running to was only one floor up. I ran down the hallway and stood outside room 201. Then I waited, and I waited, and I waited.
Finally, a young man appeared from the elevator, pushing a room-service cart. I had to take control. "You!" I barked at the boy, "You are very late! Now get back to the kitchen, while I take care of this, and you can be sure that the kitchen manager will hear about this!" The delivery boy was only too happy to run away, so I took the cart and softly knocked on the door of room 201. "Cum in!" I heard the thrilling voice, so I used my hotel pass-key to enter. There She was, the Legendary Vampire Slayer. She was sitting at the small desk under the window, but swung around to look at me when I entered. "So you're finally here!" she barked. "It sure took you more than long enough! Now close the door, and get over here!" So I pushed the cart up until it was touching the desk, right next to her.
Food is expensive in Amsterdam, and as I handed her the bill to sign, Sarah read the large figure, then glared up at me and almost screamed, "You blood-sucker! Do you know who I am? I am the Vampire Slayer, and this bill says that you are a vampire! Now get down here and receive your punishment!"
In our hotel, all staff wear the same kind of men's tie, and at that moment Miss Gellar grabbed mine and pulled, hard. I fell across her lap, helpless as she kept a firm grip on my tie. Then I felt her lift the hem of my navy-blue skirt to expose the tops of my thigh-high stockings, and the cheeks of my thong-clad ass. She forced my thighs apart and began to rain open-handed slaps down on my ass cheeks, the backs of my thighs, and occasionally on my pussy.
Gradually the pain gave way to passion, as Sarah kept on smacking me, and the smell of my pussy began to fill the room. As the Vampire Slayer kept up the spanking, she also kept up her talking, "You stupid bitch! You think the way to live is to suck my blood?
Well guess what! The real way to long life is to suck another girl's pussy, so I'm going to keep on spanking you until you promise to give up your evil life as a blood sucker, and becum a cunt licker instead! Do you agree?"
"Yes!" I screamed, "Anything to stop this spanking!" And suddenly the incessant slapping on my ass stopped.
"Stay on your knees, bitch." Sarah ordered as she stood up. "Now pull down my jeans." The snap and zipper of her jeans were right in front of my face, so I obeyed. I unsnapped the jeans and lowered her zipper, then pulled down the jeans to just below her knees. What greeted my eyes was stunning. She wore sheer pink panties, embroidered in black, and I could see the blonde curls of her neatly trimmed pubic patch just above her slit, and the wetness lower in her crotch.
"Get them off me!" the Slayer barked, and I lowered her jeans further so she could step out of them. Then I reached to lower her obviously-expensive panties. "Not those!" You are going to suck my pussy through my panties, or else! Well, I had seen enough editions of "Buffy", not to argue. I dove in to taste her sexual fluids,
Goddess! I spent the next half-hour sliding my tongue around the sheer nylon of her fancy embroidered bikini panties. At first she just stood with her legs apart, but then she gripped my hair and fell back on the hotel bed, dragging me with her. I had no choice but to continue to slurp away at her sweet undies, until finally she groaned in her ecstasy and her cum flooded the crotch of those panties.
I went crazy, tearing away at the cloth in her crotch with my teeth. Finally, I left the Slayer lying spent as if dead on the bed. I started to stand up, with the cum-soaked nylon of her panties still in my mouth, and adjust my hotel uniform. Then I turned to leave, without getting Sarah's signature on the room-service bill. But I forgot about Buffy's amazing abilities at the martial arts, and before I had gotten two paces away she had bounced to her feet and thrown me almost to the ceiling before I came crashing down on the huge bed.
My skirt was up around my waist, and my legs were splayed wide, with the crotch of my thong pulled sideways to expose my slit. Against such a fighter, I had no chance. Buffy (for it was the Vampire Slayer, rather than the pretty actress who stared down at me) ordered me, "Raise your legs in the air, and keep them wide apart!" Helpless, I obeyed, and she kept on giving orders, "Now raise your hips in the air, and support your ass with your hands under your hips!"
I did as the Slayer commanded, then abruptly, to my surprise, Sarah was back in the room; delicate and gentle. She knelt by my raised ass, slowly bending over to give my anus the most delicate of licks. Physically, this was the same girl who had just given me the spanking of my life, but mentally she had returned to being the gorgeous star actress. I was in lust with them both.
"Lick my pussy! Suck my cunt!" I begged.
But Sarah only whispered back, "You aren't ready yet. Just let me lick your ass-hole until you are so turned on that your vagina is overflowing. Then will be the right time." And so that amazing velvety tongue dove back into my ass, as the breath from her nostrils danced around my pussy lips, driving me insane.
Then I felt it begin to happen. Like a desert well refreshing itself after a thunderstorm, my cunt began to fill with a deep rich cream, rising further and further toward the surface. I'm sure Sarah could smell it because her soft fingers began to part the inner lips of my pussy, opening me for her to drink of my love for her.
Sarah's teasing fingers moved up and down my slit, tickling my outer lips and lightly pinching the inner ones, unfolding my hood to expose my throbbing clitoris. I could feel my fuck fluids rising almost to spill down the crack of my upturned ass, when with one graceful motion her tongue moved to flick across my clit.
So ready was I for my release, that just that one tiny touch sliding across my love button made me cum in a torrent. My love juice must have splattered across Her face, as She sucked my cum like a madwoman. My orgasm seemed to go on forever, and I could have died from pleasure; but the Slayer spared me, perhaps for another day.
Somehow I managed to struggle to my feet and adjust my hotel uniform, then open the bottle of champagne and pour a glass for the fabulous woman who had just taken my body so completely. I was still in a daze as I left the room without getting her signature on the bill, and to this day I don't really know whether I was making love to Sarah or Buffy. But I will do it again if the chance cums to find out.