Visit Lila’s dressing room

I consider all of those times I’ve laid in bed, stroking off to wild fantasies about being with Lila Bustier. The biggest difference between me and a million other guys who have had the same fantasy is that I actually have the chance to make those wet dreams into reality.

The 15 minutes I wait for her seem like hours. When, at last, it is time to meet up with her, I am rock hard with anticipation. I find her waiting, just as eager for me as I am for her.

I cross the room toward her, discarding my clothing along the way. By the time I get to her, I am naked, and my rod is stiff and ready for some wild action with one of the hottest names in the adult entertainment world.

I am eager to see if her pussy feels just as sweet around my cock as her mouth did, but Lila takes me by the hand and leads me to a door in the back of her dressing room. We go through it, and I find myself in a small washroom with a sink, toilet, and a shower. A door on the other side of the washroom suggests that Lila might share the facilities with an adjoining dressing room.

“My co-stars in that last scene left me a little grungy,” she says, turning on the shower. “Maybe you could help me get that off before I get you off.” She looks me in the eyes with such a seductive look that she could have asked me to put my nuts in a blender at that moment, and I would have done it for her. To think that those eyes and pouting lips that have enticed millions of guys through the camera were now focused on me and me alone, was more than I ever imagined I’d be able to experience.

We step into the shower together, and Lila gives me a passion kiss before turning around and facing the jet of water. She hands me a bar of soap, and I stand with my body pressed against the back of hers. My rigid cock is sandwiched between her firm, shapely buttocks. As I lather up my hands and reach around to begin to scrub her full, massive tits, she presses against my body and gyrates up and down. My cock is pointed straight up, in line with her spine, and she masturbates me with her incredible ass.

“So, Jeremy,” she says, as she fills her palms with shampoo and begins to scrub the semen out of her hair, “it sounds like you’ve been a fan of mine for a while. What’s your favorite movie of mine?”

Admittedly, it’s a little hard to think clearly at the moment, as turned on as I am, but I manage to tell her that I particularly liked The Little Merslut, where Lila was the mermaid daughter of an undersea king who longed to be human. She was given a human body and had just 24 hours to find a virgin and fuck him or she would be doomed to forever be a mermaid. What made it interesting was that it took place in 21st century Los Angeles, where it would be easier to find a real-life mermaid than it would be to locate a virgin. This meant she spent almost the entirety of the 2-hour movie hopping from one guy to another, getting dicked at every turn, only to find a nerdy college guy with just minutes left to go. She ripped his clothes off and took his virginity in the middle of the school library, with everyone standing around, gawking.

“Oh yes... I had fun with that movie,” she says. She finishes rinsing off her hair and takes hold of my hands and moves them downward to her abdomen. As she continues to grind her ass up and down against my cock and I rub my slippery hands over her tight stomach, fingering her navel, she speaks some more.

“That was one of my first films. If you saw that when it came out, then you’ve been a fan of mine for about as long as you’ve been interested in girls. I can’t tell you how turned on that makes me to think of you looking at me on the screen or gazing at my picture on your wall, as you stroked your cock, getting all hot and bothered, just because of little ol’ me!”

If Lila had any idea of just how many loads I’ve shot while looking at her, she’d be even more impressed. In fact, the gal I actually lost my virginity with looked so much like a younger Lila that I was actually pretending it was her on that wonderful — if brief — magical moment.

I move my hands downward to between her legs. The warm water of the shower doesn’t disguise the fact that she is genuinely wet down there for reasons of lust. I adjust my cock and bend my knees so my shaft is now perpendicular to my torso. I rub it between her legs, just below the slit I have so long wanted to enter.

Lila moans and reciprocates by gyrating her hips in a circular motion. “You know, Jeremy, you really are a sexy man! During that jungle scene that you just watched, it was all I could do to focus on my acting, because I was wanting to be finished so I could get back to you. Your cock felt so good in my mouth, and I just couldn’t wait to feel it inside my pussy. Just the thought of it made me wet!”

I slide my fingers into her cunt, and she makes that medium-pitched half-cry/half-groan I have heard her do so many times. To have her make that sound so close to my ear in response to my touch is fucking sensational!

Unwilling to put it off any longer, I turn Lila around plant my mouth on hers. I turn us around so the water is hitting my back, and I lift her right leg and let her foot rest on the small bench that is built into the shower wall. With a slow-but-purposeful thrust, I easily drive my soapy, wet cock deep inside her cunt. We both gasp as I drive all the way inside her. Lila grabs my shoulders for balance and says, “FUCK! Jeremy, that’s so amazing!”

I don’t respond, but I couldn’t agree more. Lila’s twat is like some sort of multi-million-dollar high-tech pleasure-inducing device. The way it envelopes, massages, and pulsates around my cock is so sensational that she could easily get me off in a few seconds without me moving it even an inch. I am not going to pass up this opportunity to make fantasy into reality, though, so I begin steady, deliberate thrusts. Our wet bodies slap and splash in the shower as I drive my cock in and out in a slightly upward motion.

I’m grateful for the non-skid flooring of the shower as I steadily increase speed and intensity. I lower my face and bury it between Lila’s dripping breasts, running my tongue between them. I feel one of her hands grasp my hair by the back of my head and urge my face — and, by implication, my cock — ever harder and deeper.

I feel Lila’s cunt convulse. Her vaginal muscles ripple, milking my dick and fighting against every withdrawal. Her fingernails lodge in the back of my head, and it would not surprise me to find that she has drawn blood. Her steady exclamations of, “Oh! Oh! Yes!” are abruptly replaced with a loud guttural, “Aaaahhhh......” as she arches her back and becomes as rigid as a statue.

Her orgasm brings me right to the edge of my own.