The Barbie Lez Fantasies - Week 54: Pounded at the Pound (Part 1) - Sex Stories

The Barbie Lez Fantasies - Week 54: Pounded at the Pound (Part 1)

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 1-53”. *** 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 have always wanted a dog, but I assume that was made obvious by the dozens of canine-themed erotica stories I have written. However, what is unclear to most people is the reason for my love of dogs. It all started many years ago. My father has always disliked animals and categorically refused to let us have pets. But after years of us constantly bugging him, he finally gave in. However, he only agreed to let my siblings and I have a cat on the one condition that he remained outside at all times. Over the years, we owned maybe a dozen different pets, but all of them had two things in common. They were never to enter the house and all of them were cats. For ...

... some reason, my father always refused to let up have a dog, insisting they were filthy creatures that barked all the time and followed you wherever you went. So it was because of this lack of canine companionship in my youth that I developed a love of dogs. I still like cats, but I am definitely a dog kind of girl. However, that did not stop me from playing with our male cats a few times during my youth. Unfortunately, felines are not exactly the best bestial lovers and nothing more and a little tongue-to-cock action ensued from those encounters. But this story is not about cats, it is about dogs. My landlord may not allow pets, but that does not mean I cannot go window shopping for a dog. I will not always remain in that apartment and when the day comes when I can finally own a dog, I want to be ready. And that was how this story began. As much as I enjoy writing about dogs, I wanted more. I wanted to actually touch them. Run my fingers through their fur. Feel this wet muzzles against my palm. I know I could simply have gone to visit one of my canine-owning friends, but I instead opted for the pound. I was surprised to find the place deserted. Then again, it was a weekday and most people were at work. But not me. That is just one of the upsides of being your own boss; you get to make your own schedule. However, it also makes it easier to get distracted. Speaking of distractions… Just kissing. Now let’s get back to the story. There was only one woman working that day and she ...