Author's note: This is a sequel to my story 'Sarah Michelle Gellar's Feet'. I've tried writing it as a story on it's own but it would make more sense if you read the first part of the story first.
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When you have something to look forward to the day never seems to go by quick, instead it feels like time is standing still. I had managed to finish all of my visits for the day very quickly. Probably because the day felt like forever to finish. I was on from 8 in the morning and I was finished by lunchtime. I headed to the diner right next to where I worked, I was meeting Trey there, who was probably the closest friend I had. He was a 6'2" black guy, big built. The kind of guy girl's would go for if they were looking for a stereo-type of who'd have a big dick.
"Hey! How's it going Kash? You nervous about today?" Trey greeted me with a hand shake. He was the only guy I told about yesterday.
"No. Not really. More like a kid on Christmas morning, man." We ordered a couple of burgers and sat down.
"Hey, what if her surprise is that she pulls out one of them strap on things and she tries to make you her bitch!"
"She isn't gonna do that! That's sick man!"
"Yeah, but if she ain't gonna let you stick her dick in her or suck you off... shit! If she isn't even gonna let you kiss her..." He said putting fear into me.
"She isn't a freak." I said cutting him off and finishing off my burger as quick as I could. "I'll see you later man." I said grabbing my drink, making a quick exit before he could open his mouth again and headed towards Sarah's Michelle Gellar's place. That had to be the fastest I ever ate, I didn't know if it was so I could get to Sarah's place or if it was to avoid Trey's sick questions.
I pulled into her drive way and parked the car. I walked up to her front porch and took a deep breath. I put my finger on the door bell and took another deep breath and just as I was about to press it the door opened.
"Hi!" Sarah greeted me with a friendly smile. "Can I help you?" She asked in that cute, half pouting look.
"I... er..." I was trying to think of what to say. "...left my blazer behind?" I didn't know what to say and felt like I was asking her a question instead of giving her an answer.
"Oh! It's right this way!" She said turning around very upbeat. I closed the door behind me. "Shoes!" She said facing me and pointing at my feet. I closed the door behind me and I took my shoes off and left them on the shoe rack that was on the right. I followed her, she was very energetic, much like how her character Buffy was on Season 1, episode 3, entitled 'Witch.' Where she was going for cheerleading tryouts and was all hyper active singing 'Macho man.' She was just like that right now. She was humming a song, which I couldn't put my finger on what the song was and skipping around. I guess there's aspects of herself that she's obviously put into her character.
Sarah had her hair up in a ponytail, a tight, white tank top, tight grey shorts, with rolled down white socks. She probably had sneakers on but probably took them off to answer the door. It was obvious from what she was wearing that she was working out.
She lead me all the way to the study room, where the PC was and on the three seater brown leather couch was my blazer. "Here's your blazer." She said picking it up and handing it to me. "I've got the feet right now. You wanna see?"
"Sure." I said and we made our way to her PC.
"Sit" Sarah pointed at the seat directly in front of the PC. I sat down and Sarah took a seat on my lap and leaned forward, opening a couple of folders. She was opening a folder named 'Sarah gang banged.' The picture she opened was a picture of her and three other black guys, one in every hole. It was a flawless picture and gave me an instant hard-on. Sarah looked back at me and gave me that toothy canine smile of her as she felt my cock push up against her crotch.
"I guess I don't need to ask what you think." She laughed moving her hips up and down, rubbing her ass up and down my shaft a couple of times and then laughed. "I've got more fakes if you want to see them." I wasn't too sure now if she had been working out, because there was no sign of perspiration, not even a drop of sweat, no body heat being given off to indicate a work out either.
"Sure" I replied. Who cares if she was working out or not?
"They're not perfect, but I think they're good." She opened a folder that said 'Sarah's fakes' and put it onto slideshow. All her fakes started to play one by one and Sarah started moving her hips up and down, working her ass up and down my shaft again as the slideshow played. She had made quite a lot of fakes, a couple were nudes but most of them were hardcore pictures. A running theme amongst them were anal and interracial sex.
"Looks like you have a thing for anal sex and black guys."
"One of my regrets." Sarah said still grinding my crotch. "Never fucking a black guy." She was teasing me like the scene in 'Cruel Intentions' with Ryan Philipee. By my breathing she could tell I was coming close. She jumped up. "Let's go to the bedroom!" She said excited skipping towards the door. I would've been pissed off that she skipped away, but she was going to her bedroom and wanted me to follow, so I got up and followed her. I found myself almost jogging to keep up with her.