Author's Note 1:These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy.
It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human after all. Author's Note 2:Although this fantasy can be read independently, it was written as part of a series.
For full enjoyment, please read "The Barbie Lez Fantasies: Week 1-92". *** Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them. Well, I do… because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now… Before I begin this story, let me explain what my life has been like for the past few months.
Since I have yet to make a living from my writing alone—hint hint—I usually go on a few workations (work vacations) to help supplement my writing income.
I usually do this during the late part of spring and early in the summer. This year I spent the better part of four months working. My schedule looked something like this: Take a 1-2 week workation and work almost non-stop. This was usually followed by a rest period, during which I would return home and work like a maniac to write the fantasies/stories I would be publishing the next month.
Then came another workation. And another writing blitz. And so on and so forth.
When I returned home at the start of September, I thought my hectic summer schedule was over, so I gave myself a few days to relax. Can you guess what happened next? One of my father's neighbors called me with a job offer. Given all the money I had set aside, I was confident I could make it through the winter with ease, but I felt compelled to accept the job offer. He had mentioned it to me in passing and I had agreed to help him if he couldn't find anyone else.
Suffice it to say, I was the only person he considered for the job. I guess working hard isn't always a good thing. I somehow managed to prepare all of my fantasies/stories for the upcoming month in a little over a week. And just like that, I was off on another workation. I just hoped it would be the last.
I spreading her hot legs is the only way out no clue what the job entailed. It was only when I got there that I discovered the next week of my life would be spent playing in the dirt—he was landscaping his entire front yard.
It was a rather dull job and the man I worked for was not exactly a great conversationalist, but it was a nice change of pace from sitting in front of my computer with my fingers dancing on the keyboard.
The only downside to the job was my boss's dog. To be perfectly honest, I have no clue what breed he was. All I know is that he was a little under a year old and still full of energy. Worse even, my boss had yet to train him and it was nothing short of a miracle when the studly animal obeyed one of his commands.
I like dogs, but I don't particularly enjoy being tackled by a hundred-pound dog. Nor do I relish him wrecking my work by digging holes in my boss's front yard. Each morning began the same way. My boss would let his dog out of the house. The animal would run around for fifteen minutes or so before turning his attention to us.
Then came the truly hard part; getting the dog back inside. It usually took around five minutes before he could lure the animal inside. Then came about five to ten minutes of window scratching, followed by a relaxing few hours of peace. The entire ordeal started against after lunch. Some people would have been annoyed by this, but I chose to sit back and enjoy the show. After all, what was the point of freaking out?
I was being paid to watch my boss run after his dog. Life couldn't get much better than that. I was wrong. Halfway through my final workation of the season, my boss left me alone for about an hour.
His wife had an appointment with her doctor and he had to drive her to the village. Believe it or not, there are still some women out there that enjoy spending their lives at home and depending on their husbands for every little thing. Personally, I don't get it—and not just because I'm a lesbian—but I try not to judge others for the choices they make. I know the setup for this fantasy has been rather long, but there was a lot to cover.
Thankfully, the long-awaited moment has finally arrived.
The fantasy. Half an hour after my boss and his wife had left, I got a pressing urge to relieve myself. Had I been a man, I could simply have snuck off to a corner of the yard, but answering nature's call is not so easy for a woman.
Thankfully, I knew the front door was unlocked, so I hurried inside. I feared my boss's dog would stand between me and the bathroom, but he was nowhere to be seen.
After taking care of business, I headed for the front door. I never made it. Halfway there, I heard the clicking of claws and turned around just in time to get tackled to the floor. The large canine started eagerly licking my face.
I fought him off as best as I could, but he was a ferocious beast and his tongue danced across my face. By the time the licking finally stopped, he had changed tactics; instead of coating my face in dog slobber, he was now dry-humping me. Arousal instantly began coursing through my veins and reality started to fade before I could realize what was happening. One second, I was lying on the floor, being humped by a dog and the next I was lying on the floor, being humped by a dog. The only difference was that the world that now surrounded me no longer belonged to the realm of reality.
This was a fantasy and I could do anything I pleased without fear of repercussions. Using my arousal as fuel, I shoved the excited animal off of me and sat up. The dog was so surprised by my sudden outburst of strength that he just stood there, staring at me. Taking full advantage of this, I used my vivid imagination to coax his clothed slut rides cock big dick amateur from its sheath. As soon as every inch of it was visible, I tackled the studly animal to the floor and wrapped my lips around the member.
It was so hot I couldn't contain a blissful moan. Another soon followed when I forced the member down my throat. In mere seconds, every inch of the rock-hard appendage had been swallowed up. Previously untamable, the hyperactive animal was now perfectly behaved. He just lay there, unmoving, as I feverishly sucked his cock.
I may be a lesbian, but I've written enough about bestiality to know how to handle a spear, especially one belonging to such a studly canine. I used my lips, tongue and throat to massage it, coaxing an orgasm forth in record time. Two whores wanna play with hard rod moans began to topple out of my mouth when the member started to tremble. I barely had time to prepare myself before the cum arrived.
When it did, my taste bugs gorged themselves on the tasty nectar. I was so overwhelmed with arousal that I remained unable to determine the taste of the semen. All I knew was that I wanted every drop of it for myself. I greedily swallowed it until the final wave oozed into my mouth and my lover's shaft slipped past my lips for the final time. It took a few seconds for me to recover from the intensity of the blowjob. By then, my boss's dog had another raging hard-on. No sooner had I removed my clothes and dropped to my hands and knees that he mounted me, propelling his rock-hard member past my lower lips.
"Fuck!" I yelled as he began savagely pounding me. His cock felt huge inside me. It was so hot it lured even more arousal to my body, making me wonder how long I could keep my orgasm at bay. My powerful moans filled the room for a few seconds before my arousal got too much for me to handle. My vocal cords stopped working and my breathing quickened.
My body began to shiver and my pussy came to life. My body expulsed the cum from my slit, sending it flying out of me in powerful squirts. The hot nectar barely had time to begin dripping down my thighs that my lvoer's own semen shot out of his member.
It swirled around inside me, mixing with my own orgasmilk before shooting out of me. My voice suddenly returned and my moans joined the cum and the blissful dog howls in the air. In the confusion that ensued, I lost all track of time.
All that mattered was the blissful feeling of my lover's cock inside me. It was one of the most intense orgasms of my life. In fact, it was so overpowering I began to wonder if it was in fact real. But that theory soon fell apart when the final wave oozed out of me and the fantasy began to fade.
By the time my breathing slowed down and my heart stopped pounding, I was back in the real world. My boss's dog had stopped trying to hump me and now sat next to me, staring at me with fierce intensity. He was no doubt wondering why I had stopped trying to wrestle him off. We stared at each other for a few moments before I noticed something between his hind legs. His cock was still contained within its sheath, but I could tell all that dry-humping had turned him on and very little work would be required to coax him member out of hiding.
Part of me was desperate to give in to the lure of bestiality, but the rest of me knew it was too risky. My boss could come back at any moment and there was no way in hell I would risk letting my perverse bestial urges become public knowledge.
Perhaps I would one day be given an opportunity to live out my most perverse fantasies, but in the meantime, I would have to rely on my vivid imagination.
Thank god for that. *** Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed. A new fantasy will be published each week, so make sure to check back every so often. Have a horny day, Barbie Lez