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 1-15”.

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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…

“Frank!” I called out as I glanced left and right.

No response.

“How could I have left the door open? How could I have been so stupid?” I asked myself, but soon realized there was no time to feel guilty. I had to find my friend’s dog before he had a chance to wander off too far. I called out his name another few times as I searched the nearest hiding spots I could think of. Unfortunately, Frank was nowhere to be found. My heart started to beat faster as I realized he could be anywhere by now. Still, I had to keep looking. I started searching in a circular fashion, gradually working my way outward. After five or ten minutes, I finally heard a sound that brought joy to my heart.

“Woof!” echoed a bark from nearby.

“Thank god!” as my first reaction until I realized the bark could have come from any old dog. There was only one way to find out; find the source. Unfortunately, there had been one single bark and locating its origin proved more difficult than I had hoped. Luckily, another soon followed, making it possible for me to determine the canine’s location. Rushing into a nearby alley, I found the most beautiful sight ever; Frank, jumping up the side of a dumpster while a cat stood atop, hissing down at him.

“Frank!” I called out as I hurried over to him. But Frank was too busy with the cat to pay any attention to me. It was not until I grabbed him by the collar that he finally tore his gaze away from his feline rival. Taking advantage of his distraction, the cat bolted. Frank tried to run after it, but I managed to keep him restrained. Well, barely is more like it—he is quite a large dog, remember? After struggling to break free, he finally gave up and calmed down. Tired from both the frenzied search and from restraining him, I released the large canine and took a seat to catch my breath. Having apparently forgotten all about the cat, Frank turned his attention to me. Taking a few steps forward, he nudged me and I smiled at him.

“You scared me,” I admitted as I pet him lovingly. He seemed to enjoy it, because he dropped to the ground and started rolling around. I scratched his stomach, which helped make him even more hyper. As he rolled about, his head soon found its way to my crotch and I felt his mussel rub against my labia through my pants. The feel of that hot, animal mussel on my lower lips was enough to force a powerful wave of arousal to wash over me. I knew what was about to happen before the process even started. The next thing I knew, a powerful fantasy had taken hold of me, forcing me to forget all about reality and the problems it always seemed to bring.

“Don’t stop!” I moaned as the fantasy Frank started licking the crotch of my pants. But I soon realized that was the exact opposite of what I wanted him to do.

“Stop!” I ordered. Frank instantly pulled away, peering at me with a quizzical expression. Giggling, I got to my feet.

“Don’t worry,” I told him as I unbuttoned, unzipped and pulled down my pants. Moments later, I was taking a seat, totally bottomless. I shivered as I felt the cold asphalt beneath me. Though spring had started a few weeks before and almost all the snow had melted, the air—and the asphalt—remained quite cold. But that was not going to stop me from putting my plan into action.

“Come here,” I called out to Frank as I gestured for him to get closer. Apparently well trained, that is just what he did. When he was close enough, I grabbed his head and forced it between my legs. As if fully aware of his role, he started licking by clean-shaven pussy.

“Oh yes. That’s it; lick it. LICK IT!” I moaned as I felt that long, slimy tongue of his slide back and forth against my labia. Resting on my elbows, I leaned backward, forcing my legs to spread wider, giving my canine lover unrestricted access—access he was all too happy to take advantage of.

His tongue flicked back and forth for a few seconds before I got an idea. Reaching down, I used two fingers to spread my lower lips apart, giving him even better access. The blissful feeling that followed forced a long, powerful moan to flow past my lips. The feel of that surprisingly long tongue against my cunt felt better than… Well, pretty much anything I had ever felt. But that was nothing compared to when he took the initiative of thrusting his tongue past my labia.

“FUCK!” I moaned as I felt his tongue slide into me. Honestly, I am not quite sure how he managed to do what he did, but he somehow managed to force every last inch of his tongue into me. I could feel his mouth wrapped around my twat as he started darting his tongue in and out of me.

“Oh god!”

“Oh yes!”

“Oh fuck!”

I moaned and moaned as he fervently tongue-fucked my pussy, forcing wave after wave of arousal to wash over me. The feeling was so blissful that I soon felt an orgasm build deep within me.

“FUUCCCKKKK!!!!!” I shrieked blissfully as, moments later, I felt the first wave flow out of me. I am not sure if he swallowed my cum as I produced it or if his mouth was large enough to accommodate it all, but not a drop touched the ground as I squirted wave after wave of hot nectar. Not once throughout the entire orgasm did Frank stop thrusting his tongue in and out of me. It was not until the final wave shot out of me that he finally pulled away.

“Wow!” was all I could find to say as I struggled to keep air flowing in and out of my lungs. By the time I recovered from the intense orgasm I had just experienced, I was once again horny. I thought about sucking him off to repay him for the favor he had just bestowed upon me, but decided to opt for something that would make both of us much happier. Sex; doggy-style sex!

“Come here, you sexy animal,” I said as I got on all fours. That was all it took. Moments later, Frank was mounting me. His front legs gripped my waist while his rear ones jerked forward as he hopped closer. Moments later, I felt the tip of his dick press up against my labia. I smiled as I realized he was ready for action; no doubt the taste of my cum had turned him on.

“Fuck me!” I ordered. And that is exactly what Frank did. Pulling back, he jerked forward forcefully, forcing his eight-inch-long by one-and-a-half-inch wide cock to enter my… asshole.

“FUUCCCKKKK!!!!!” I shrieked at the top of my lungs as I felt the entirety of his canine prick slide past my anus. I am not new to anal, so it was not pain that made me shriek so, but that did not stop me from being totally taken by surprise when I felt his manhood stretch out my rectum. He did not even give me a second to recover before he started furiously pounding away at my rectum.

It took me a few seconds to notice just how hot his rod felt as it traveled in and out of me. But I soon realized that was just because my bare hands and knees were pressed against the cold asphalt. The difference in temperature soon forced a powerful shiver to run through my entire body. But it was quickly washed aside when powerful waves of arousal started washing over me.

“Oh yes! Fuck my ass. FUCK MY ASS!” I begged, finally getting over the shock of the unexpected penetration. My moans echoed throughout the alley for less than thirty seconds before I felt the familiar sensation of an orgasm building within me. I soon realized Frank was equally turned on when I felt his shaft start to shake and shiver madly in my ass. Moments later, he climaxed. And so did I. We shared the rare and blissful experience of a simultaneous orgasm. Wave after wave of cum flew out of my cock-free cunt as canine semen did the same from my ass.

“Don’t stop. PLEASE DON’T STOP!” I begged as we continued cumming. Luckily, Frank had no intention of stopping and continued pounding the shit out of me—or should I say into me?—until the final waves flowed out of both my holes. Unfortunately, I did not even have time to feel him pull out as a loud bark suddenly snapped me back to reality.

Glancing around, I realized I was still fully clothed and sitting on the alley’s filthy asphalt. As usual, there was not a single drop of cum in sight. Sighing, I turned my attention to Frank, who was barking at what I assumed was either a cat or the largest rat I had ever seen. Jumping to my feet, I hurried over to him and grabbed hold of his collar before he had a chance to run off after whatever it was he had seen. I soon realized how lucky I was that he had not run off during my fantasy. Counting my blessings, I led him out of the alley.

“Let’s go home,” I said as I led him down the street toward my friend’s apartment.

A few minutes later, both dogs were once more safely contained within the apartment and I could finally relax. Unfortunately, the two fantasies I had recently experienced had made me incredibly horny and I started to wonder if I could keep my urges in check. Fucking my friend’s dogs in a fantasy is one thing, but for real is quite another. But the question remained the same: could I resist? I was about to find out!

To be continued…

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Have a horny day,

Barbie Lez