I really want someone to be obsessed with my pussy.
Schedules mandatory Brazilian waxes every month, keeping me as soft and bare as possible.
Only lets me wear the smallest, frilliest, most revealing panties and thongs. Picks out my underwear every day, giving me a quick spank on the cunt before they tug the tiniest thong up my plump thighs, then wedge it high up in between my lips.
Anytime I’m alone with them they stick their hands down the front of my pants and start playing with my pussy, rubbing my fat lips and teasingly ignoring my throbbing need. It gets in the way at home—when I’m trying to reach up and grab something too high for me, or if I’m in the middle of doing dishes and my hands are occupied. In public it can happen when we’re alone in the park at night, or if they back me into the gym locker room after a hard workout together—this makes them slap their hand over my mouth to silence my protests. I succumb to the humiliation of having my pussy played with in public, hoping no one sees.
When I drift off to sleep after a long day of having my pussy rubbed nearly raw, they slip a pump over my pussy and start pumping it into the cup.
In the morning, after being pumped all night, I wake up to them spanking my obscenely jiggly pussy, starting another day of their obsession.