My Fortune Fucker 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.


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 believe in aliens. I know how it sounds, but before you go calling me nuts, take a second to think about it. Can you realistically believe that, out of the billions of planet in the universe, earth is the only inhabited one? I don’t.

All this talk about aliens is simply my way of telling you I am quite open minded. However, I have yet to see any proof that ghosts or demons—or any other supernatural beings—exist. Because of this, I have never believed in fortune telling. Perhaps there are some people out there that truly have a gift, but I can say without a doubt that most—if not all—fortune tellers are fakes.

Still, I have recently started expanding my horizons and exploring the vastness of the world—I know that sounds quite deep, but it simply means doing all the things I told myself I would one day do but kept putting off until later—so I felt like it was my duty to accept my friend’s offer to join her for a free palm-reading session. Deep down, I knew it was ridiculous to believe someone could tell my future just by looking at my hand, but I kept my mouth shut and went along.

The shop—at least I think that’s what they call it—was pretty much as I expected. Filled with crystal balls, tea leaves that were said to be ideal for interpreting the future and a wide variety of other overpriced items that in my opinion were nothing more than a total and utter waste of money.

The fortune teller was exactly as I pictured her. At least for the most part. The clothes she wore seemed to belong to a gypsy and the way her makeup had been applied gave her an almost comical appearance. Everything about her was exactly as I had pictured. Well, almost everything. Unlike the average-looking, middle-aged woman I imagined, before us now stood a gorgeous young woman. She appeared to be in her early-to-mid-twenties and, had it not been for her silly outfit, she would have been breathtakingly beautiful.

We were asked to follow her into the back room. At least that’s what I thought until I was asked to stay in the storefront while she took my friend in the back for her consultation. I didn’t understand the need for privacy, but chose to play along. I am not exactly a fan of confrontation and my friend had been looking forward to this all day.

It took roughly fifteen minutes for my friend to emerge bursa sınırsız escort from the back room. By then, I had time to scan every single item in the store. Twice. As expected, not a single one of them was of any interest to me, though a few of the crystals on display were quite beautiful.

“How was it?” I asked my friend, doing my best to sound excited.

She didn’t look happy. I assumed it had something to do with what the fortune teller had “discovered” about her future. I wanted to tell her not to worry, but doing that would have forced me to dispel my friend’s beliefs. I remained silent.

“She’s waiting for you,” was all my friend said.

I gave my friend a questioning look, but she forced a smile upon her lips. It was her way of telling me she would be fine. Shrugging, I made my way to the back room.

The lights were dimmed and veils were draped over most of the furniture. Many of them also hung from the ceiling. The table was small and around and a large crystal ball stood at its center. There were only two chairs. One was empty. In the other sat the fortune teller.

“Have a seat and let me tell you about your future,” she said in a voice that could only be fake. It took all the strength I had to keep from laughing. It was all so silly.

I sat across from her. She stared at me for the longest time until it made me so uncomfortable I decided to leave. But right before I stood up, she reached out and grabbed my hand, which had been resting atop the table. Even though the air was hot, her hands were freezing. A shiver ran down my spine as she turned it over.

The palm reading began. I had expected it to be cheesy, but this was far beyond anything I could have imagined. Everything she “predicted” was so vague it was impossible not to come true. She said things like: “You will meet someone soon.” No duh, we all meet people each end every day! She also said something about my boss giving me a raise, but I was already too bored to point out I didn’t have a boss.

My mind started to drift. The heat of the air was putting me to sleep and keeping my eyes open was a constant struggle. The fortune teller continued speaking, but her words were nothing more than background noise. All I could do was focus on the coldness of her fingers and hope it would be enough to keep me conscious. But then she said something that made me forget all about my drowsiness.

“I see sex in your future,” she said.

It took a few seconds for my brain to interpret the words. “Sex?” I asked when it finally did. “When?”

An odd smile curled her lips.

“Now,” she said as she slid across the table and pressed her lips to mine. I was so surprised I didn’t react. I simply sat there as her tongue wiggled its way into my mouth and began exploring my mouth.

It took a few seconds before I realized what was going on. The fortune teller’s reading had been so boring that I had reverted back into a fantasy just to get away bursa üniversiteli escort from it. But now that the real world had faded, things were finally starting to get interesting.

Forgetting about everything but the tongue in my mouth, I started kissing her back. Our tongues danced around for god knows how long before our lips finally parted. By then, arousal had crept into my body and sex was all I could think about.

“What else do you see?” I asked with a devilish smile. I knew she was not a psychic and everything she would tell me was simply playful teasing, but I didn’t care.

Leaping out of her chair, the beautiful fortune teller hurried around the table and pulled me to my feet.

“I see your breasts getting licked,” she said as she ripped my blouse open. As soon as my breasts were revealed, she buried her face in them. Then came the licking. Her tongue felt so great on my nipples I started to moan. Part of me was afraid my friend would hear, but another part prayed she did. Maybe she would join us.

The fortune teller teased my nipples until I couldn’t take it anymore. But right before I begged her to stop, she finally pulled away.

“I see something else,” she said with a devilish smile.

“What is it?” I asked, playing along. “What do you see?”

“I’m not sure,” she lied. “All I know is that it’s long and hard and there’s a lot of sucking involved.”

I wasn’t sure where she was going with this until she removed the loose, gypsy-like skirt she was wearing. A smile of anticipation curled my lips when a large strapon was revealed.

I barely took the time to study it before dropping to my knees and wrapping my lips around the tip of the shaft. Without a moment of hesitation, I started eagerly sucking the shaft, forcing it as deep as it would go before pulling it back out.

I continued to suck her “cock” until she told me to stop. I had been so engrossed in the sucking that I had lost all track of time. The blowjob could have lasted a minute like it could have lasted an hour. I didn’t know and, to be perfectly honest, I didn’t care.

“I see you getting fucked,” she said.

I smiled.

“Really?” I asked. “And where exactly do you see that happening?”

It was her turn to smile.

“I see you bent over that table.” She pointed to the table with the crystal ball in its center. “And the beautiful young women you’re with is savagely pounding you.”

“Really?” I asked, a barely-concealable smile of anticipation curling my lips.


That was the last either of us said. Quickly stripping out of my remaining clothes, I hurried over to the table and rested my upper body atop it. My legs remained firmly planted on the ground and my arms were outstretched on either side of me, my hands gripping the table for stability. I knew I would soon need it.

A heavy silence filled the room for a second. Then a pair of bursa anal yapan escort hands grabbed my waist and all hell broke loose. The tip of the strapon was pressed to my labia. It hovered there for a second before a quick forward jerk from its wearer sent it flying into me. A moan shot past my lips but it was quickly drowned out by the grunting of my beautiful lover as she began savagely pounding me.

It was perfect. The strapon was just the right size. Not too long, not too short. Perfect. The overpowering force of my lover’s thrusts rammed me into the table each time she penetrated me and I loved every second of it. But that may have been because I was wetter than ever before. A few drops of my pre-cum even oozed out of me and started running down my thighs. But still I loved every second of it.

But then an orgasm started growing within me and everything changed. I was moments away from climax, yet I wasn’t ready to come. I wanted more. A lot more.

I could have chosen a more direct approach, but I instead decided toy with the fortune teller.

“I think… I have… the gift… too,” I said, my sentence intercut by moans.

That was enough to stop her mid-thrust.

“Wh—what do you mean?” she asked.

“I think I’m having a vision,” I lied.

“What do you see?” she asked excitedly. I couldn’t tell if she believed me or she was simply playing along, but it didn’t matter.

“I see you,” I lied. “You’re still fucking me, but there’s something different.” I paused for effect. “You’re fucking my ass.”

There was a moment of silence.

“Are you sure?” she asked.

I nodded.


I could tell the fortune teller was nervous, but she still pulled out of me and pressed the tip of the strapon to my asshole. Determined to show her I was ready to receive her, I reached back and spread my ass cheeks as wide as they would go.

That was all it took. My lover’s hands were returned to my waist and the shaft was forced into me. It slid deeper and deeper until every inch of it was gone. It remained trapped there for a second before the pounding resumed. As soon as it did, moans started flowing past my lips.

She rode me mercilessly, pounding me so fast and hard I almost passed out on more than one occasion. But I somehow made it through, moaning at the top of my lungs when one of the most powerful orgasm of my life ripped through me.

The blissful shriek filled the room as wave after wave of cum shot out of my cock-free pussy. Some of it coated my thighs and ran down my legs, but most of it flew through the air, sticking to anything within range, be it my lover, her strapon or the floor on which she stood.

By the time the final wave finally oozed out of me, I was so weak I couldn’t even move. I was about to pass out when a sudden shift in my surroundings suddenly snapped me back to reality. One quick glance at my surroundings told me the reading was over. I had missed most of what she had predicted, but to be perfectly honest, I seriously doubt there was much truth to her forebodings. In fact, I pretty much believed the last fifteen minutes of my life had been a total waste. Unless you take into account my vivid fantasy, of course.


Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed.

Have a horny day,

Barbie Lez

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