3 comments/ 40174 views/ 2 favorites My Favourite Fantasy By: LauraJayne God! I have so many as yet unfulfilled; it's difficult to know which one to pick. Do I go down and dirty here? Or do I choose something a little more commonplace? I am reluctant to share my favourite fantasy, partly because it is based on real events from my life as Laura and partly because it says something about me that I probably wouldn't want people to know. But, a request is a request, so I suppose I should tell you my favourite dream. As I said, it is partly based on reality. For a time, I worked as an escort. I am not ashamed of this in the slightest. I met some really wonderful people, some very gifted lovers and had a serious amount of sheer pleasure. One of the people I met was Joe. He was, perhaps, not as wonderful as many others but he was regular and oh so gifted. Every Friday night the call would come and I would drop absolutely everything, my stomach churning, and my head light at the thought of what I would soon be doing. It never changed with Joe, he always wanted the same thing and I knew exactly what to do when getting ready. I had to wear my black basque, a black thong, hold-up black stockings and my 4" black heels with the ankle straps. And that was it! Of course, I would wear a coat over it all to make the journey to Joe's home. The walk to the car and the drive to Joe's were always so exciting, knowing that all I had between me and the world was a black woollen coat. When I arrived at Joe's I had to park the car at least 50 yards from his house and walk the rest of the way. The instructions were that I could keep the coat on but I had to undo it so that when I walked it could fall open and expose my lingerie clad body to anyone who happened to look at me. I can't describe the thrill this gave me. Sometimes I would hold the coat closed but sometimes, when I was feeling as horny as could be, I would let it fall open. Needless to say, I was seen by strangers on many occasions. I did try once to leave the coat fastened but Joe was watching. He watched from an upstairs window and on that occasion simply turned me away at the door. A wasted journey, no pleasure and no fee!! Anyway, once I reached his garden gate I was to remove the coat and hang it on a hook just inside the entrance. I would then have to walk up his garden path, knock twice, loudly, on his door and wait. The wait could take anything from a few seconds to a few minutes, depending on how much Joe wanted me to be exposed. Fortunately, Joe had quite a high conifer hedge in front of his property so the exposure was minimised but anyone walking past the gate would have seen me standing there. Anyone opposite who happened to look out of an upstairs window would have seen me there too. When Joe finally opened the door, wearing his dressing gown, I was to say 'I am here for you, Master. Do what you want with me, please.' Corny, I know, but Joe wanted what Joe wanted. He would then open his dressing gown enough for his erect cock to be exposed. He would order me to suck it and I would then bend over at the waist and take him into my mouth. There on his doorstep, with my ass in the air, I would suck his hard cock for as long as he wanted me to. Sometimes he kept me at it until he came, sometimes he would only last a moment before dragging me into the house. Either way, when I got into the house he would be on me. He fucked me in the hallway, in the living room, occasionally the bedroom and quite often in his back yard. More often than not, he would come inside me, wait a few moments, turn me round and fuck me all over again. Heaven!! The really surprising thing about Joe -- and the thing I loved most of all -- was that after he had used me in any way he saw fit, he would lie back on his bed, an arm around my shoulders, and we would cuddle there for a while. He would stroke my face, my shoulders, showing such tenderness that I could not help but feel safe and loved. That part is real. I miss it so much, the way he always made me feel; dirty, slutty, brazen, submissive, tingling with anticipation and oh so brave. Now we come to the fantasy part. One Friday evening, Joe phones me as usual. He wants the same as always but he tells me that I am not allowed to wear my coat AT ALL. Not even for leaving my home and walking the 200 yards to where my car is parked. I agree to this, knowing that he would never know. I get ready as usual and leave the house filled with the usual anticipation. But there he is! Joe is standing outside my home. He shakes his head and simply says 'No coat.' With a dry mouth, shaking more than ever, I take off my coat and put it back in the house. As I leave again, Joe has gone but I know he won't be far away and I know he is watching. I walk down the road wearing only my basque, my thong, my stockings and my high-heeled shoes, exposed to all my neighbours and anyone else who happens along. Sure enough, one of my neighbours is taking out the trash and he simply stands, mouth open, staring at me. I blush from my toes upwards but I carry on walking. Sure enough, a gang of about 4 teenage boys come round the corner. There are wolf-whistles, cat-calls and insults but, humiliated, I keep on walking. Dozens of people see me, they laugh, they call out, they whistle but I finally reach the car. Thankfully, I sink into the driver's seat and start the engine. Every traffic light, every bus that passes simply adds to my humiliation. I reach Joe's house and nervously sit in the car for a few minutes, collecting all the courage I can. Eventually, I leave the car and start to walk slowly towards his home. Some of his neighbours see me and the same thing happens; wolf-whistles, cat-calls, insults follow me down the street until I reach Joe's house. I knock on the door and it is almost 5 minutes before he answers. He is dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt but his cock is sticking out from his open fly. 'I am here for you, Master. Do what you want with me, please.' I almost stammer the words I know he wants to hear from me. With that, he points to his swollen cock and says, 'Suck it, Laura.' Strange that in my fantasy he does not call me slut or whore or bitch or any of the usual things. He simply calls me by my name. I obligingly lean forward, bending at the waist and take him into my mouth. He keeps me at it, licking and sucking, until he comes in my mouth right there on his doorstep for the entire world to see. I wait for him to take me into the house but he doesn't do that. Instead he orders me to turn around, which I obviously do. I see a blindfold placed over my eyes then the world is in darkness. He takes my arm and guides me forward. I realise that we are leaving his home and going back on the street. He guides me carefully and tells me that we are going for a short drive. He lowers me into a car seat then shuts the door. He then gets in the driver's seat and starts the engine. After a short drive, I don't know, maybe 5 minutes, he stops the car and again guides me from it. After a short walk he removes the blindfold and I see we are in some sort of Country Park. There are picnic tables nearby and we head for them. When we reach them, he orders me to kneel on one of the benches, legs apart, and lean forward over the table. I feel something around my ankles and I hear a click. Looking down I see that my legs have been attached to the bench and I cannot close them. He then moves in front of me and orders me to give him my hands. He then attaches them to the table using handcuffs. I am now securely fastened into a kneeling position, legs apart, with my ass pointed out to the world. Joe then places a sort of visor over my head; you know the type that card dealers wear? I hear his footsteps receding as he leaves me there but only for a few moments. When he returns he places something on the table and holds a sign in front of me. SPERM BANK DEPOSIT HERE Condoms available if required This slut is clean He then shows me a bowl filled with condoms. He has not said a word as yet but he lowers his face to mine, smiles at me and says just one word. 'Enjoy.' With that, he leaves me again. This time I hear his car growl into life and hear the sound slowly recede. I am alone. But not for long. I hear footsteps. I feel hands on me. I hear the sound of a zipper and then I feel something press against my ass. The thong is roughly pulled to one side and someone unseen enters me. I gasp with the pain of his rough entry. I gasp again as this stranger begins to pound into me. I can see nothing above the visor but suddenly a cock is presented to me. It is pushed to my lips and I obligingly open them, taking this strangers cock into my mouth. The pounding continues, the face fucking continues. The man in my ass suddenly stiffens and I feel the heat of him shooting into me. I feel the familiar spreading warmth as his semen fills me. I barely have time to reflect on the feeling when the stranger in my mouth stops and lets loose thick jets of spunk into my mouth. I try to swallow it all but there is too much and I have to let it dribble down my chin. Without a word, they leave. I am left there, thong pulled to one side, spunk trailing from my mouth to my chin, ass opened and freshly fucked and I can do nothing about it but wait. Sure enough, a new pair of hands is on me, spreading my cheeks, looking at my wide open hole. In seconds, I feel another cock entering me. Amazingly, it stretches me. It is agony followed by deep, throbbing pleasure. This one takes it slow, sawing into me so that I feel every inch. Building up speed, it takes me to heights I have never reached and my own cock is straining, jerking, desperate for attention. It does not receive any. The huge cock invading me slows down. It speeds up again. I feel every ridge, every bulge and every vein as it takes one final plunge and I feel the spunk shooting into my violated ass. He pulls out and simply stands. I feel the spunk running from my ass and down my thighs. I hear a chuckle then a hand caresses my ass. 'Thank you. I really needed to make that deposit.' With that, I feel him wipe his cock against my leg, hear the zipper, and then all is quiet again. But not for long. Two more come along, fucking me, fucking my face, using me. Two more. Another. Two more. I lose count of how many have used me on that picnic table, I am sore, my belly is so full of spunk. My bowels equally full but I am delirious with pleasure. I am so erotically charged I feel almost like I am on fire. I feel yet another pair of hands on me and I am ready to be fucked again. I am ready to suck yet another cock. I do not care which. I am hungry for it. But these hands are different. These hands go to my ankles. I hear the click. Joe appears before me and he releases my hands. I am stiff and I am sore and I slowly lift myself from the position I have been in for what feels like forever. Joe then orders me to lie on the table, on my back. I do as I am told. He lifts my legs high and, without ceremony, I feel his familiar cock plunging into me. He thrusts wildly into me, his cock stirring the spunk already filling me and it isn't long before his wild thrusts add even more spunk to the pool. I can hardly breathe. And then something really surprising happens. I feel a mouth on my cock. I look down in surprise and see it is Joe. He proceeds to give me the best blow job I have ever had and I come in seconds. Joe then moves up to me, open his mouth to kiss me, and lets my own come glide from his mouth and into mine. After a few moments, we get to our feet and he guides me by the arm back to his car. I know I am a mess. There is spunk in my hair, on my chest, all over my thighs and on my face. He drives us back to his home, tells me to go back to my car and leave, and simply goes into his house alone. I go to my car, dripping spunk with every step, hearing the jeers from the people in the street. I drive home, uncomfortably aware of the puddle forming on my seat. I get home, wearily climb out of the car and walk towards my home. The jeers and whistles follow me. I get home, go to the bathroom and study my cum-streaked face in the mirror. My make up is a mess. My hair is a mess, sticky and gooey from all the spunk. And I smile. There! That's my favourite fantasy. Think what you will of me. I actually told Joe this fantasy once, during one of our tender embraces after he had fucked me, perhaps praying that he would help make it come true. He looked disappointed and told me, quite sternly, that he wanted me only for himself. That was the end of that. Maybe one day it will come true. I suppose I need to find the right man to this to me. One day... My Favourite Fantasy This is the detail of my favourite fantasy, written down at the instruction of a good friend. He asked me what I thought about most often as I masturbated and I decided it was the Rubber Doll fantasy. This is expanded a little and hopefully a better read than my shaky and misspelt original. I arrive at a hotel, somewhere, and go to a room which has been pre-booked for me. In the room I find clothes laid out for me along with a few simple instructions. The main item of clothing is a full black latex catsuit, it makes me shiver just running my fingers over the thin rubber. I strip naked and shower, luckily I have waxed fully in anticipation of today and I am smooth everywhere, including my bikini line which is completely bald. Naked I sit in front of the mirror and apply some dark eyeshadow and bright red lipcote as instructed in the note. I check the catsuit and smile wryly when I find it's a size too small for me, typical! Before attempting to put on the catsuit I rub silicone lubricant on my legs from the small bottle provided. Sliding my feet into the legs and down into the full latex feet is a strange feeling, the latex cold but warming very quickly as I smooth it up my legs. Standing to ease the suit up over my buttocks and pushing my arms through the sleeves I again make use of the lubricant, allowing me to slide the thin material over my skin smoothly. Shrugging the suit over my shoulders I ease the zip from under the crotch and around underneath myself to part way up my belly. Ensuring I have all the seams straight and I'm snugly encased I pull the zipper up to just between my breasts for now. It feels wonderfully strange, the tight rubber supporting me as it hugs me all over and I walk up and down a little, loving the feel as it stretches with me and working out any wrinkles. I look through the rest of the items and I find a latex hood. Sweeping my hair back I slide the hood over my face, suddenly overpowered by the powerful smell of the rubber. I snug it down all around my head, making sure my hair is all tucked in and the noseholes are in the right place so I can breath ok. There is a zip at the back and I slowly pull this down, panting slightly as the hood tightens against my face. I pull it all the way down to the neck and work my jaw to make sure the mouth hole is in the right place, peering through the small eye holes into the mirror all I can see of my face are my made up eyes and glossy red lips through the shiny black rubber. I pull the front zip on the catsuit up all the way to the neck, leaving me almsot totally covered in a skin tight layer of black latex. The boots next, little patent leather ankle boots with wicked 5" stiletto heels. I slide my feet into them and zip them up, buckling the strap around the top of each then adding the small silver padlocks as instructed. No going back now, I don't have the key! Lastly there are a pair of short black latex gloves, These I pull on and wiggle my fingers until the thin rubber coats each finger tightly with no air bubbles, the gloves only go just past my wrists but that's far enough to overlap the sleeves of the catsuit and make an almost air tight seal. Now I pick up the phone and dial another room number, a voice answers and I simply say "I'm ready". "I certainly hope so." Comes the gruff reply before the receiver is replaced. About ten minutes later a keycard is swiped in the lock of the room and the door opens. He looks at me in approval and grins widely. "Just a few more touches" he says and picks up a large aerosol can of silicone oil spray. He sprays me all over with the oil and looking in the mirror I see that it makes the latex shine with a myriad glinting highlights. He then picks up a black leather studded collar and slips it around my neck, buckling it quite tightly and covering the neck of the catsuit and the bottom of the hood, making my enclosure seamless. He clips a long leather leash to the chrome ring on the front of the collar and smiles at me again. He kisses me briefly before pushing a bright red rubber ball gag between my lips, fastening the strap tightly behind my head and pulling the ball further into my mouth. He pulls my arms behind me and snaps a pair of handcuffs around my wrists and another just above my elbows, pulling my arms and shoulders back and pushing my breasts out. Now he takes the leash and pulls me firmly towards the door, all I can do is roll my eyes as he opens the door and pushes me into the corridor without even looking first. Luckily there is no-one in sight as he leads me up the seemingly endless corridor to the lifts. We wait an eternity for the lift to arrive after he pushes the button and my relief to find there is no-one inside when the doors open is palpable. A brief ride up three floors and the doors open onto another three mile long corridor, again luckily empty. I'm led along the corridor, desperately trying to balance on the killer heels as my leash is tugged unpredictably and unable to use my arms to aid my balance. We stop at another door and he knocks, the door opens and I'm led into a large suite to see five men sat round with drinks. They all look over at me and most of them are grinning. They're a mixed bag, one pretty good looking, in his thirties, another skinny guy probably late twenties, two who have to be in their fifties, both bald and one with a huge belly, the last guy is also bald and very, very black. I'm led over in front of them and made to stand as they all get up and have a good look. Their hands run over the latex and as they get bolder I feel the odd painful pinch on the buttocks or nipple (mine are very hard now and clearly visible under the thin rubber). I whimper a little as that is the only protest I can make, but that just gets me a full on slap on the ass and a laugh from the fat guy. The hands get more exploratory and I'm squirming as I'm squeezed, pinched and fondled, my ass, breasts and pussy all being groped and rubbed. It's not long until the crotch zip is undone slightly and three fingers are slid into me. I stagger slightly as my hard clit is firmly manipulated making my knees tremble and my body quiver. The details then vary depending on my mood, but basically I'm used by all six of them in every hole, mouth, pussy and anally. It goes on for hours as I am led from one cock to the next, my body aching and sweating as I try hard to please them but there is always another cock waiting to enter me, another hand squeezing my breast or pinching my nipple or slapping my rubber covered bottom. I'm often tied and totally helpless, sometimes in very awkward positions, sometimes as I'm fucked, sometimes as I'm worked on with a dildo or big vibrator. Sometimes made to come or maybe just teased until I'm so close then not allowed the final release, not even when I beg them for it. Often I'm made to masturbate for them as they watch, using different implements they provide me, sometimes having to make myself come two or three times in quick succession. My rubber covered head is held firmly as hard, long cocks are fed into my mouth, often still slippery from my pussy. I dribble and drool as I take them deep, I don't have a choice, the hands on my head push me down as the shiny purple head opens the back of my throat and my mouth is fucked. The leash and collar allow me no movement and I'm used as a faceless rubber sex doll for their pleasure. I'm made to ride them, open my legs for them, crouch for them. I'm taken from behind, on all fours like a dog, bent over the table or up against the window so I can see cars passing in the street as I'm fucked. I'm used in all possible positions at their whim, by one, two or three at a time, none of them gentle, all hard and horny and thrusting into me like they haven't had a woman in years. My breasts and my bottom are slapped, spanked, pinched and sometimes they use a riding crop on me. My breasts especially suffer from pinching and slapping. One guy seems to really get off on squeezing them hard, digging his fingers into the rubber and my soft flesh underneath. Another one likes to use the riding crop to sting my belly as well, the rubber showing it off as it stretches tight across my tummy, quivering with every loud stroke of the crop. I can feel myself sweating inside the suit, hot and slippery and wet, gasping for air when I can before something else is pushed in my mouth. Needless to say every now and then one of them comes in me or over me. Sometimes they flood my mouth or pussy with hot semen, other times pulling out and spraying my face or down the tight rubber over my breasts. After hours of being used I am aching and full of come, my pussy, mouth and anus all so sore from repeated penetration. Each man has a final load of slimy hot sperm to dump on me and then suddenly I'm roughly pushed out into the corridor amidst loud laughter to find my own way back to my own room. Still dressed in skin tight glossy black rubber with white dribbles of come trickling down my legs and chest I run to the lift as fast as the heels allow me. Back in my room I throw myself on the bed and burst into tears, sobbing both for the shame of what I've just done and for the knowledge that when the instruction comes I will let myself do it again, and again . . .