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 1-33”.

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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…

I was strolling down the street without a care in the world—okay, maybe that is not exactly true, but it sounds nice—when I came across a breathtakingly beautiful young blonde walking a study Dalmatian dog. Though I am usually quite shy—especially when it comes to beautiful women—I have been working on overcoming my shortcomings and pushing myself to do things I normally would not. Because of this, instead of continuing on my merry way, I forced myself to stop next to the hot blonde and engage her in conversation. I considered opening with a cheesy pickup line, but soon decided against it as I realized a young woman like her must hear a hundred of those each and every day. So I did the only thing I could think of; I lied. Saying I was in the market for a dog, I asked her if she would recommended a Dalmatian for a first time pet owner. She started telling me all about Dalmatians, but I soon found myself bored out of my skull. Knowing I could not feign interest forever, I managed to orient the conversation in another direction. Within a few minutes, we were introduced and telling each other what we did for a living—of course, I was rather vague when it came to the type of writing I did, lol. Though I am not quite sure how I did it, I managed to put an end to the conversation soon after, but not before extracting an invitation to hang out at her place the very next day.

After we parted ways, I continued my casual stroll with a bounce in my step and a flutter in my heart. Though I could not quite tell why, I was convinced that my new friend was a lesbian. Unfortunately, I was about to learn just how wrong I was.

When I showed up at her place the following day, I was all dolled up and hoping for a romantic evening. Unfortunately, my new friend came to answer the door in shorts and a t-shirt—and not the flattering, skin-tight type. As an added bonus, her eyes were red from having cried for what I assumed was most of the day.

“Oh my god!” I gasped when I saw her. “What’s wrong?”

I soon discovered how wrong I had been in my assumption that she was a lesbian. Not only was she straight, but she had just been dumped by her boyfriend—at least, that helped explain the tears. At first, I was confused by how off my gaydar had been. But I soon realized the devastated young woman standing before me could very well be gay and not know it. At least, not yet. And maybe, just maybe, I could help her with that.

Minutes later, we were sitting on the couch and she was pouring her heart out to me like we were best friends. It was not exactly the romantic evening I had envisioned, but I could not leave her in her time of need. So I played the role of the supportive best friend, hoping she would one day repay the favor—hopefully in a sexual manner. But that would have to wait. For now, I had a new friend to console. And that was what I did for the next few minutes until she realized she was dumping all of her problems onto someone she had only just met. Apparently ashamed, she retreated into the bathroom to cry.

I felt bad for her, but knew there was nothing I could do, so I stayed in the living room and waited. Luckily, I was not alone for long. Less than a minute after my new friend had left, her studly Dalmatian trotted into the living room. The sight of his muscular body soon forced a fantasy to grow within me. Unfortunately, it never got a chance to blossom. But that was only because I soon discovered I had been wrong about more than the hot blonde’s sexual orientation. I had also misjudged her large pet’s gender. It was not until the black and white dog hopped up on the couch next to me and started licking its crotch that I realized the studly dog I had almost fantasized about was actually a bitch!

“What’s wrong with me?” I wondered. I had, on a few occasions, been wrong about a girl’s sexual orientation, but determining a dog’s gender is usually a no-brainer. Fortunately, I soon forgot about all then when I felt another fantasy grow within me. Unlike the first, this one was not interrupted. Reality soon faded, only to be replaced by an identical fantasy world.

Forgetting all about the grieving blonde in the bathroom, I focused on the Dalmatian beside me. She was busy licking her crotch, which told me she was either in heat or had some sort of canine STD. I opted for the first option and let my curiosity guide my actions. Though I am quite knowledgeable when it comes to dog cocks, canine pussies are a total mystery to me. But upon getting a quick glance at my lover-to-be’s poon, I determined there was not much to know. Though I usually preferred hairless cunts, the sight of the Dalmatian’s twat soon forced arousal to course through my veins. Giving in to said arousal, I jumped up and slipped out of the skimpy outfit I had selected for the evening. I was about to sit back down and attempt to coax the bitch into licking my pussy when I noticed something on the coffee table.

“What the…” I muttered as I discovered a twelve-inch-long, pink strapon. Though there was no logical reason for the lesbian sex toy to be there—apart from the fact that I was the one controlling the fantasy—I did not question its presence. Instead, I grabbed it and strapped it to my body.

I turned to the bitch, trying to figure out how I would convince her to let me fuck her, only to discover she was no longer on the couch. Instead, she stood on the floor next to the coffee table with her tail raised and her swollen pussy ready to receive my “cock”.

“That was easy,” I thought, wondering why I had so much control over this particular fantasy when I was usually nothing more than a character in my fantasy world. Fortunately, that was irrelevant. What was not was the fact that I had a willing, and apparently eager canine lover waiting for me to fuck her. And that was exactly what I did.

Kneeling behind her, I grabbed the strapon with one hand and guided the tip to my lover’s cunt. I then grabbed hold of her waist with both hands and, without a single moment of hesitation, thrust the toy all the way into her. A long howl I hoped was of bliss escaped her as I started jerking back and forth, forcing the large toy in and out of her with increasing speed. Though it was not my first time wearing a strapon, I could not help but grow tired after only a few thrusts. Still, I pushed on, fucking her fast and hard until I felt her body start to convulse. Since I was apparently entirely in control of the fantasy and because I had absolutely no clue if bitches could cum, I made my lover quirt wave after wave of hot orgasmilk all over the place. By the time the final wave flowed out of her cock-filled cunt, we were both covered in a thick layer of canine cum.

After removing my “cock” from my lover’s twat, I unstrapped it from my body and was about to get the bitch to lick my pussy when a much better alternative dawned upon me. Not even pausing to come up with a plan, I strapped the large sex toy the black and white dog’s body. Luckily, it fit perfectly, giving her a twelve-inch-long cock. A cock she would soon use to fuck me.

Not wasting a precious second, I dropped to my hands and knees. Because of my total control over the fantasy, I did not even have to do anything; my canine lover took care of the rest. Hopping up, she used her two front legs to squeeze my waist. Hopping forward, she soon forced her “cock” to press up against my engorged labia. With a final hop, she thrust it deep into me, forcing a powerful moan past my lips.

“FUCK!” I moaned as I felt her start to jerk back and forth, forcing her plastic manhood in and out of my pre-cum-filled twat. Unfortunately, her zeal pushed her to pull back with a little too much force and the toy popped out of my pussy for a second. Though it was quickly reinserted, it gave the bitch just enough time to transfer it to my asshole!

“FUUCCCKKKK!!!!!” I shrieked, more out of surprise than anything else. Apparently as surprised as me, the bitch froze mid-thrust. Realizing just how pleasurable it felt to have that large toy shoved deep into my ass soon convinced me to keep my moans in check.

“It’s okay,” I assured my lover in a soothing voice. Apparently, what was enough to reassure the Dalmatian, because she soon resumed the monetarily-interrupted ass-fucking session.

“MMM! MMM! MMM!” I moaned, doing my best to keep my moans from scaring my canine lover. Fortunately, I managed to do that, even when I felt a powerful orgasm grow within me. As my arousal level skyrocketed and my orgasm neared, the bitch continued pounding me fast and hard, forcing the twelve-inch toy in and out of my asshole. I considered sliding two fingers into my cunt to aid my canine lover, but before I got a chance, I felt myself climax.

“FUUCCCKKKK!!!!!” I bellowed, unable to keep my bliss under wraps. Luckily, my lover was not frightened by the ecstatic cry and continued furiously fucking my rectum with her “cock”.

Moan after moan flowed past my lips as wave after wave of cum did the same past my labia. Though it is quite frequent for me to squirt during my fantasy orgasms—as well as in real life, but that is beside the point—I had never before experienced such a powerful—and voluminous—one. I squirted wave after wave of hot orgasmilk all over my canine lover for a few seemingly interminable seconds before… I was snapped back to reality.

“Dammit”! I muttered under my breath as I glanced around, only to realize I was still fully clothed and there was no cum—or strapon—in sight. That could only mean one thing; the fantasy was officially over!

“Did you say something?” asked my new friend as she returned from the bathroom. From the looks of it, she had been the one who had accidentally snapped me back to reality on her way out back into the living room.

“No,” I lied as I watched her stroll across the room and join me on the couch.

“I’m sorry about before,” she admitted, obviously ashamed of the way she had behaved. Apparently, the break-up had been really hard on her.

“No need to apologize,” I said, “Men are pigs.”

She chuckled in agreement.

“Maybe you should give up on them altogether,” I said, half-joking.

“Maybe,” agreed the hot blonde. Unfortunately, given how far off I had been in regards to her sexual orientation and her pet’s gender, I was unable to determine if she was kidding.

“Oh well,” I thought, “Only one way to find out…”

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Have a horny day,

Barbie Lez