Backlot Adventures 6: Lisa Robertson

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BACKLOT ADVENTURES 6: LISA ROBERTSON

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For lunch one day, I went to one of the small outdoor commissaries on the
backlot, near
the soundstages. Visible from the tram tour route,
it was accessable only to
those who
had access to the backlot. I’d been sitting there for about fourty-five
minutes, eating
my lunch and looking through an entertainment magazine, glancing up as the
occasional
tour tram went by, when I heard someone ask, “Mind if I join you?”

I glanced up to see Lisa Robertson, the Playmate of the QVC home shopping
channel,
standing before me with a tray of food. The rest of the outdoor tables
crowded, mine
had the only remaining empty seat. “No, not at all,” I said, and she sat
down across
from me. “You’re Lisa Robertson, aren’t you?” I already knew; I just wanted
to say
her name out loud.

She smiled and said, “That’s me,” then offered her hand.

I introduced myself as I shook her soft, cool hand and said, “I watch you
all the time
on QVC. I really like the way you host your segments.” Of course, I didn’t
the tell
about how much I liked jacking off to her even more.

“Why thank you. I have a lot of fun on QVC. In fact, that’s why I’m here.
I’m doing a
special segment for the next couple of days here on the backlot. Today it’s
clothes,
tomorrow it’s sci-fi collectibles, and the day after it’s night wear.”

As we sat there chatting and finishing our lunches, I couldn’t help but be
pulled in by
her beauty. I had first seen her on QVC a few years earlier, when I was
channel surfing.
As soon as I saw this hot girl selling women’s clothing, I immediately
started jacking
off to her and had been doing so ever since. I was even a frequent poster on
a Lisa
Robertson Message Board, which QVC later had shut down because the majority
of the users
talked about how much they wanted to fuck Lisa and rape her ass and cum on
her face and
all sorts of other stuff.

Today she was wearing a pair of incredibly-tight blue jeans and black
leather boots,
with a short-sleeve tight-fitting red shirt that looked like it could barely
contain
her impressive chest. And the top was cut low enough to give a fair view of
her chest
whenever she’d lean forward just enough, which she did more than a few times
throughout
lunch.

As we talked, she learned of my job at the studio and that I was an aspiring
filmmaker.
She invited me to tag along with her back to where they were doing the QVC
special,
which wasn’t set to begin for another two hours. After leaving the
commissary, we
started walking across the backlot. The location was near a fountain out by
an old
movie set. We could have taken one of the golf carts, but Lisa said she
liked to walk
around movie studios to better absorb everything.

As we walked, I couldn’t help but sneak peaks at her incredible figure as
her long legs
moved back and forth. The pants looked so tight that it seemed that if
either foot
stepped forward an inch more, the seams would bust and her pants would fall
away. “If
I may say so,” I said, feeling nervous at the reaction my comment was sure
to get, “you
look absolutely beautiful in these clothes.”

“Thank you,” said replied, then added, “You should see what I have on
underneath them.”

I swallowed, wondering if I should push on and attempt to see what it was. A
moment of
hesitation, then: “May I?”

“May you what?”

“See what you have on underneath?”

She stopped and looked at me, and for a moment I was certain she was about
to yell for
security. But she said, “Does the idea of what’s underneath turn you on?”

“Very much so. I’ve always thought you were one of the sexiest girls I’ve
ever seen,
and I’ve often dreamed about how good you look naked.”

She seemed to think for a moment, then said, “Okay, I’ll tell you what. I’ll
let you
see everything I have underneath if you let me see what you have underneath.
Deal?”

“Deal,” I replied without a second of hesitation.

She glanced around, as if checking the area, then said, “This way.” She took
me by the
hand and lead me into a thick growth of bushes situated between two of the
studio’s
old editing bungalows that were never used anymore. There was a small 4×4
space in the
center of the foliage just big enough to contain both of us.

Without a word, she began unbuttoning and unzipping her pants. She pushed
them to the
ground and lifted the bottom of her shirt a little, exposing her lacey black
panties.
Dropping her shirt back down, she removed her panties and stepped forward,
holding
them to my face so that I could taste them. “You can keep these,” she said,
and tucked
them into my pocket.

Then she stepped back and lifted her shirt a little again, revealing her
hairy pussy.
“Now that I think about it,” she said, “this pussy hasn’t had a cock in
nearly three
years. So if I like what I see under your clothes, maybe I’ll use it to fill
myself.”

I felt my cock beginning to stir in my pants, and she gripped the bottom of
her shirt
and pulled it up over her head. With no bra, I was the first Lisa Robertson
fan to see
what all other Lisa Robertson fans had wanted to see: Lisa Robertson’s tits.
They were
absolutely incredible, one of the best pairs I had ever seen. They were big
and round,
firm yet soft, with light nipples and dark areolas, and they both seemed to
hang with
precision accuracy. They could definitely be called one of the finest pairs
of tits on
television.

I reached out for them, but she took hold of my wrists. “Ah-ah,” she said
with a smile.
“Not until you show me what you have underneath.”

After two long years of longing to fondle her, I was dying to grab her tits,
but knew
I would get my chance to in a matter of minutes. If I had waited two years,
I could
sure as hell wait a few more minutes. I quickly removed my pants and boxers.
My cock
had began to harden, arched straight out.

Lisa’s eyes widened. “Oh my God. I am definitely going to have to make use
of that,”
she said, and dropped to her knees before me. She touched the top of my cock
with her
right hand, brushing it lightly. “God, it’s soooo soft.” I hadn’t jacked off
in about
a two weeks and was still recovering from my Shania Twain/Faith Hill
experience, so
my cock had managed to regain its softness.

She stroked it softly like she would a cat for a few moments, then gripped
it fiercely
and started pumping it, as if she was frustrated with it not being hard. My
rod flopped
around loosely as she jacked it off, slowly growing stiffer and stiffer
until it was at
its full 9-inch glory. Then she opened her mouth and took it in. She buried
her lips
against my pubic hair as she gulped me.

I put my hands on her shoulders to steady myself as I felt the head of my
cock rubbing
against the back of her throat. Keeping her face against my hair, she kept
it all the
way in her mouth so that my head rubbed against the back of her throat. I
was surprised
she wasn’t gagging, but she seemed to be taking me DOWN her throat. She
definitely had
experience if she was doing this without gagging.

She rubbed her hands up against my chest. I took hold of her wrists and
began sucking
her lovely fingers, licking them and her palms. I rubbed her smooth arms as
I sucked
her fingers. Looking down between her arms, I could see her head bobbing
around. She
was now sucking the entire shaft, moving her lips back and forth along the
length of
my cock. At one point, she stopped to concentrate solely on the head. She
sucked on
it as if she were trying to pull a turkey through a straw. The intensity
shot up my
spine, and I threw my head back, grabbing her hands and pulling her arms out
to either
side.

She gulped my entire shaft again, the head touching the back of her throat.
She pulled
one hand down and rubbed my balls with it. I kept her other hand, sucking
her long soft
fingers and rubbing her smooth forearm. But then she took that hand down as
well and
used both to jack me off as she kept sucking. She pulled off and looked up
at me with
a grin, then dribbled some spit on my cock and slipped it back into her
mouth. She
wrapped her thumb and index finger around the base of my cock and held it
tight as she
sucked hard.

I gripped her shoulders and threw my head back, then watched the top of her
head move.
She would dragged her lips agonizingly-slow along the length of my cock,
pulling off of
it up to the head, then quickly take it back in and give a couple short
rams, touching
the head against the back of her throat, then slowly pull off again before
repeating
the rythym. She did this over and over countless times. The pleasure was so
intense I
was nearly doubled-over by it, supporting my upper-weight by putting both
hands on top
of her head.

Through the bushes, I saw a tour tram go by, the occupants completely
unaware of the
display of ecstasy that was occuring less than six yards away from them.
Dragging her
lips slowly off of me, she pulled back and gave my head a final upward lick
with her
tongue, then slightly repositioned herself, lifting up on her knees. She
slipped my
cock between her massive mounds and pressed them together against it,
smiling up at me.
She spit some saliva on my rod, and I started tit-fucking her.

I held her tits with her hands as I slide my cock up and down between her
tits. We
pressed her tits against my tool hard, forcing me to increase my force to
keep from
being held in place. She looked up at me smiling, then dribbled more spit
between her
melons. She craned her head down to touch my cock with her tongue whenever
it would
pop up between her tits. As I pumped, I couldn’t help but think of how
jealous all the
other QVC fans would be knowing I was doing the exact same thing they had
all dreamed
of doing. My hips hit against her tits, and it seemed to give her more
pleasure. She
threw her head back, moaning softly, as I rubbed her cleavage with my
throbbing cock.

Letting go of her tits, she gave my cock a few last pumps with her hand,
then laid back
on the grass and grabbed her legs, holding them up in the air. I wasted no
time taking
my place between them and burying my face in her hairy snatch. I began
licking like
crazy, flicking my tongue up and down fiercely. “Oh God!” she screamed. “Oh,
fuck yeah!
Such my pussy, boy!” Had I not been lost in living out the fantasty of
sucking Lisa
Robertson’s pussy, I might have worried about someone hearing her. But the
world
around me had vanished as I fell into my fantasty played out, and I didn’t
care. I was
doing what I had dreamed of doing for the past couple of years, and nothing
was about
to distract me from it.

Her lips began to loosen, and I held them apart with my fingers, then went
probing for
her clit. I gave it a few upward licks then sucked on it like it was a piece
of candy.
“Oh, fuck!!” she hollered. “Oh, oh fuck! Oh, fuck! Yeah, oh, fuck yeah!” The
pleasure
that I sent up her spin was so intense she began to shake. She lost grip of
her legs
and they fell onto my back, but she left them as she began violently
squeezing her
tits, moaning and groaning.

I grabbed her firm thighs as I locked my mouth over her pussy, sucking and
thrusting
my tongue into her wet hole and licking her protruding clit. Lisa seemed to
be lost in
a world of total pleasure, rolling her head side to side and moaning softly
as she
continued to squeeze her tits, pinching her nipples hard. But her eyes
flashed open
and her head shot up with a shout of pleasure as she felt three fingers
shoot into her
swollen slit.

“Oh fuck yeah! Fuck me with your fingers! Fuck me with your fingers!” She
sat up,
putting a hand on my head and even crossing her ankles behind my back, as if
to hold
me in place. I continued to suck her pussy even as I worked three fingers in
and out.
My fingerswere glistening with her creamy juices, which were slowly leaking
out of her
hole.

Then I sat up and gently pushed her her onto her back, then gripped a thigh
with one
hand and turned her over onto her stomach. Grabbing her by the hips, I
pulled her back
and up until she was standing on all fours. I rubbed her incredible ass
cheeks for a
moment before gripping my cock and slipping it into her pussy from behind.
She threw
her head back and groaned, “Oh, thank fuckin’ God! Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass
hard!”

My hips smacked her beautiful cheeks as I began pumping my cock back and
forth into
her pussy. She rocked on all fours, dropping her head then lifting it over
and over as
she kept moaning softly. I could hear her tits bouncing and reached under to
cup them.
I squeezed her tits hard as I suddenly cut lose with a ferocious speed and
laid into
her. She began moaning louder and louder, grunting, “Make me cum! Oh, I can
feel your
balls against my ass! Make me cum! Make me cum!”

Moments later, she was moaning in satisfaction as she orgasmed. I felt her
pussy
contracting around my cock, heard her juices squirt out, felt them soak my
balls and
legs. Her head dropped from exhaustion. I released her tits and rubbed up
and down her
thighs for a moment, before pausing briefly to adjust my position. Then I
returned
both hands to her giggling cheeks and cut lose with twice the ferocious
speed as before.
Her head shot up and a scream came from her lungs as I became a
blinding-fast machine
of fucking. Her tits swung back and forth, her cheeks giggled repeatedly,
and my hips
slammed into her soft ass. “Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!!” she was screaming.
“Oh, fuck! Oh,
fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck yeah! Fuck YEAH!!”

I felt my load approaching quickly and pulled out of her hole, jacking off
momentarily
while she turned around and sat before me. She took hold of my cock and
slipped it
between her lips, taking it all the way up to the base just in time. We both
closed our
eyes and moaned in pleasure as I began firing load after thick load, coating
the back
of her throat. Cum began leaking out from her mouth, dripping down her chin.
After my
seventh and final load was ejected, she slowly dragged her lips along my
cock as she
pulled my long, beefy rod out of her mouth. It was covered with cum and
saliva, and she
sucked the head briefly before slapping it against her face, smearing warm
cum and her
own saliva across her lovely cheeks.

She gave the head a hard final suck, and I shook with a single convulsion as
one last
thick load fired. It splashed her forehead and ran down the sides of her
nose as she
dunked my entire cock back down her throat.

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