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”.
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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…
It all started with a decision; a seemingly simple decision. After years of ‘mañana’s and ‘maybe someday’s, I finally decided to get a professional massage. I had had an exhausting week and desperately needed to relax. With that in mind, I picked up the phone and called the first masseuse I found.
Less than an hour later, the doorbell rang.
“Wow! That was fast,” I muttered to myself as a hurried to let her in. I was stunned when I opened the door to find a breathtaking brunette—I had made sure to request a woman as the thought of a man’s hands on my body repulsed me—standing before me. Although not quite as hot as the characters in my stories, she was easily one of the hottest women I had ever seen.
“Hi,” she said in a sweet voice as a smile curled her lips, “Did you order a massage?”
I nodded, too overwhelmed by her beauty to speak. Minutes later, I was in my living room, being asked to strip. After a little hesitation—believe it or not, I am actually kind of shy—I slid out of my jeans and tank-top. I cannot be sure, but I think I actually saw a faint smile on her lips when she saw my naked body.
“You can lie down,” she said in that same sweet voice.
I hesitated.
“I’m a virgin,” I admitted after a while.
Her eyes widened, undoubtedly wondering why I was telling her that.
“Oh my god!” I gasped, realizing how it must have sounded. “I mean I’ve never had a massage,” I quickly added.
She giggled, which only served to make me blush even more.
“Don’t worry, sweetie. I’ll take good care of you,” she said as she laid a comforting hand on my shoulder. I nodded and soon found myself lying on the massage table she had brought with her.
“Mmmmm!” I could not help but moan softly as I felt her pour oil all over my naked body. Moments later, the massage began and that is when it all started. The second her hands came into contact with my oil-covered skin, a powerful wave of arousal washed over me and the fantasy officially began.
Although my body remained still in the real world, my fantasy body went crazy. Letting my arousal take over, I sat up and grabbed the beautiful masseuse. Pulling her close, I tried to plant a kiss on her lips. Unfortunately, a hand soon stopped me.
“Not so fast,” she said as she grabbed me and forced me back down onto the table. I was surprised by her strength, but even more by the juicy kiss she planted on my lips. Before I could even realize what was happening, I felt her tongue slither past my lips and start exploring my oral cavity. It took me a few seconds to realize what was happening, but when I finally did, I wasted no time before reciprocating her lustful tongue strokes. Our blissful moans echoed throughout the apartment for the next few minutes as we shared the most passionate kiss in history. Thank god my roommates were out for the day...
After what felt like mere seconds but was undoubtedly the better part of five minutes, I felt her pull away. My eyes flew open and my mouth did the same to protest. But before I could speak a single word, I felt her oil-covered hands all over my boobs.
“Mmmmm!” I moaned blissfully as she began playing with my breasts like only a masseuse can. After only a few seconds, she once more pulled away. Luckily, I did not have time to open my eyes—which had been forced shut by arousal—before I felt something on my left nipple; something wet. A tongue!
“Mmmmm!” I moaned again as she began expertly flicking her tongue back and forth. Wave after wave of arousal washed over me as my moans grew increasingly powerful. Although incredibly arousing, it did not take long before I grew weary of this non-stop teasing; I wanted more! As if aware of my desperate need for escalation, she soon began kissing her way down to my pussy.
“Oh fuck!” I moaned blissfully as I felt her lips on my labia. The powerful wave of arousal that washed over me forced my eyes open. I peered down at her and could not help but smile when I found her peering back up at me with lust-filled eyes. We remained eye-locked as she thrust her tongue deep into me.
“FUCK!” I yelled in ecstasy as she began tongue-fucking the shit out of me. My breaths grew increasingly short while my moans grew increasingly powerful. As if her powerful tongue thrusts were not enough, she soon reached up and began massaging my oil-covered boobs with those soft hands of hers. Wave after wave of arousal washed over me, until… it finally happened; I climaxed!
“FUUCCCKKKK!!!!!” I moaned at the top of my lungs as wave after wave of hot orgasmilk gushed out of me. Splitting into millions of tiny drops, the sweet nectar was sent flying through the air, soon covering my truly full body masseuse in a thick layer of cum…
At least, that is what happened in my head until a voice suddenly snapped me back to reality.
“Are you all right?” asked the masseuse.
“Uh-oh!” is all I could think as my eyes flew open, officially putting an end to my fantasy. Peering up, I found my all-too-real masseuse peering down at me with a puzzled expression.
“I… I’m fine. Why?” I asked, even though I was pretty sure I did not want to know the answer.
“Well, you were…” she hesitates, “Moaning.”
I instantly felt my cheeks burn red with shame as I realized not every part of my fantasy had remained in my head. I managed to come up with a suitable explanation—it was my first massage after all—but it was pretty obvious she was not buying it.
The next few minutes of the massage were accompanied by an awkward silence. However, that gave me enough time to realize a few things. One: fantasies are awesome! Two: that was definitely not my last massage…
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Have a horny day,
Barbie Lez
