The Barbie Lez Fantasies – Week 102: The Saber-toothed Tiger by barbielez

A literotic sexstories: The Barbie Lez Fantasies – Week 102: The Saber-toothed Tiger by barbielez ,

A quick and kinky bestiality fantasy!

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 1-101”.

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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 have never really been a fan of museums. My parents took me to a few when I was younger, but I was for the most part bored out of my mind. The worst was definitely the art museums. I didn’t—and still don’t—understand how someone can spend hours staring at the same painting. As much as I enjoy art, I usually got bored after a few seconds and begged my parents to move on.

But that was then and this is now. As some of you may know, I have recently begun doing all the things I told myself I would one day do, only to put it off over and over again. As such, I decided the time had once again come for me to visit a museum. Because the non-erotic book series I’m currently working on involves time travel, I chose to take a trip back in time by visiting a history museum.

It took a little research, but I managed to locate a museum that focused exclusively on the ice age—one of the books I’m working on takes place in that period. When I first arrived, I was filled with high hopes. This would be a trip down memory lane, a way to prove to myself I’m not as superficial as the rest of the population. Unfortunately, it took only a few minutes before boredom gained me.

No matter how hard I tried, my mind kept wandering and yawns parted my lips every few minutes. I tried reading some of the texts plastered throughout the building, but that only made things worse. I eventually started wandering, moving about without destination or purpose. This went on for a while before I finally ended up seated across from a particularly beautiful reproduction of an encounter between a prehistoric human and a saber-toothed tiger. As you may have noticed in my earlier fantasies and stories, I am quite fond of tigers and this one was particularly beautiful. He may have lacked the colors and patterns that make modern-day tigers so beautiful and majestic, those long, razor-sharp teeth of his fully made up for his rather dull coat.

I don’t know how long I stared at it. It could have been a minute like it could have been an hour. All I know is that one second it was frozen in place, teeth bared and paw raised and the next it was leaping through the air, leaving its display behind. It took a second before I realized what was happening.

This was a fantasy! I was so bored I had started to fantasize. My first instinct was to try and return to the real world, but there was nothing of interest there, so I chose to stay in the fictional reality my mind had created as a solution to my boredom.

I smiled as I watched people scatter. Screams of terror filled the air. In mere seconds, everyone was gone, leaving only the tiger and me behind. He glanced around for a second before focusing on me. His massive canines glistened threateningly in the artificial light, but I wasn’t afraid. I knew nothing bad could happen to me.

The tiger stalked closer, his paws sliding silently across the floor. I wasn’t sure what to do, so I just sat there, waiting for him. He finally reached the bench atop which I sat and came to a stop. He sat there and stared at me. It was almost like he was waiting for me to do something. But what?

It took a while before the answer was revealed. I had been focusing on the feline’s face, but what I should have been staring at was what I eventually found between his hind legs. It was long, it was hard and it glistened invitingly.

I slid off the bench as soon as I saw the massive cock. Not even bothering to wonder if my rapid approach was hazardous to my health, I scurried over to the feline and literally tackled him to the ground. I expected him to hiss or meow, but he just lay there, giving me full access to his body. Taking full advantage of it, I lowered my lips to the rock-hard member and started sucking.

It was so hot. I started to moan. I used my tongue to massage the prick as my head bobbed up and down. The tiger started to purr. Encouraged by this, I increased the speed. My lover’s spear slipped past my uvula and traveled down my throat. I knew the rules of the real world did not apply, so I pushed on until every last inch of the member was inside me. Only a few inches fit in my mouth, the rest filling my throat.

I continued sucking. The tiger continued purring. Time seemed to both stand still and speed by in the blink of an eye. One moment I was sucking the animal’s member and the next something hot and gooey filled my mouth. Cum.

I swallowed the tasty nectar, moaning each time a mouthful flowed down my throat. The animal’s shaft trembled, making it difficult for me to keep it contained within my mouth. But I held on until the final squirt flowed down my throat. Only then did I let it slip past my lips.

I took a moment to catch my breath. By the time my body had recovered from the intensity of the blowjob, the tiger was ready for another round. He stood before me, muscles flexed and cock at the ready.

I eyed it for a second before the arousal that filled me got too much for me to handle. I was naked in two seconds flat. I then scrambled to my hands and knees and offered myself up to my studly lover. No sooner was I in position that he stood over me, the tip of his member pressing against my lower lips.

He paused for a second, then jerked forward, forcing himself into me. Deeper and deeper the member travelled until every inch of it had been swallowed up. It stayed buried within me for a second before the pounding began. I felt his hot breath against my neck. His purring filled my ears. Moans shot past my lips as he rode me like the savage beast that he was.

It was a pounding unlike any I had ever received. It was overpowering, all-consuming. My lover’s rock-hard cock was all I could think of. The feel of it drilling me was such an intense feeling I felt my head spin. Arousal coursed through my veins, threatening to make me climax at any moment. But I held on tight, refusing to let it happen just yet. I only lasted a few seconds, but it gave me just enough time to fully enjoy the intense pounding.

Then it happened. I climaxed.

“FUUCCCKKKK!!!!” I shrieked at the top of my lungs. My head was thrust back. My back arched. My body trembled. My lover continued to pound me savagely as wave after wave of cum shot out of me. The warm liquid ran down my thighs, bringing a smile to my lips when the initial moan finally ended.

I don’t know how long my orgasm lasted. All I know is that one second I was moaning at the top of my lungs and the next I was on the ground, panting. I didn’t have time to thank my lover for giving me such an intense orgasm. I didn’t even have time to recover fully. Without so much as a warning, my fantasy came to an abrupt halt.

I glanced around. The world remained unchanged. People continued to wander the museum’s hallways. Meanwhile, my fantasy lover—at least his real-world equivalent—was back in his original position, teeth bared and paw raised. A pang of sadness ripple through me before I realized something.

For the first time in my life, I had enjoyed visiting a museum. Of course, it had nothing to do with the actual museum, but it helped make me feel better. No matter where I go or what I’m doing, I know I can always count on my vivid imagination to bring me joy.

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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

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