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Object of His Desire

by Sasha White 4 months ago in fiction
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I should’ve known better. Even when I try to whisper my voice carries. Of course Sir overheard me and the other subs talking. How else could he know that this would be both heaven and so much hell for me? Heaven because there’s something about being treated like an object that really does it for me, and hell because it hurts so much.

I should’ve known better. Even when I try to whisper my voice carries. Of course Sir overheard me and the other subs talking. How else could he know that this would be both heaven and so much hell for me?

Heaven because there’s something about being treated like an object that really does it for me, and hell because it hurts so much.

I’m talking about getting my pussy waxed.

It’s humiliating that I get turned on when I get waxed. Something about a stranger putting me awkward positions that expose my most private parts to them, their impersonal hands putting mine on my belly to pull it out of the way, or on my labia to keep the skin tight as they spread the warm wax over my pussylips as gloved fingers reaching down and pulling my parts the other way, then the searing pain as they rip the cloth-and hairs- out of my sensitive skin.

My juices start to flow. It never fails.

Being moved and adjusted in such a matter of fact way so they can reach where they need to and touch whatever they want has me concentrating on anything but the heat building inside.

Then, once the hair’s been all ripped off and I’m trying not to cry at the fiery pain of my swollen and bare girly parts those same impersonal fingers smooth soothing oil over the tortured skin. When that happens all I want is my Sir’s cock to shove between those swollen folds and pound deep inside my empty hole.

Part of me has always wanted to ask him if he’d be into waxing me himself because to have my holes filled and used right after they’ve been stripped of hair would be heavenly.

But the other part of me was scared to ask, because what if he said yes?

Now, as I lay there on the bed, mask covering my head and face completely, legs up and spread wide, hands holding my belly out of the way so he can spread the wax on my vulnerable exposed pussy I wonder if I might’ve mentioned that particular fantasy to the other subs in hopes he would overhear.

I struggled to keep my breathing smooth and even as fear and anxiety swamped me along with eager anticipation. I was a mess. Turned on. Anxious. Scared. What if he didn’t know what he was doing? He could really hurt me.

I held my breath as the first drops of warm wax was spread along the crease of my thigh and hip. Not too hot. Thank God. Tearing the hair off was going to hurt enough. I did not need or want burn blisters.

A large hand pressed down, pulling the skin tight and I tried not to tense. That only made it hurt more. With no warning at all he pulled fast and hard, ripping the hairs out at the root. Fire spread through my core and my pussy walls clenched.

Fuck that hurt!

Fuck. It also turned me on.

I focused on breathing, and as he moved on to the other crease, then over the puffy and slick lips of my cunt. I tried to sink into the pain. Turn it to pleasure. The pain and pleasure battled with my desires as my insides clench and the fire spreads from my super sensitive pussy lips to my swollen clit and deep inside my empty hole.

When Sir spread the soothing oil over the now bare skin I sighed, pleasure bursting forth. Then his large hand came down on my fully exposed cunt. Again and again harder and harder as I gasped and cried out fighting to keep my legs open and myself exposed. Then firm hands gripped my thighs, thick thumbs spread my lips wide and his hot mouth covered my fiery hole. I moaned tossing my head and arching into it, away from it, pain and pleasure mixing and blending until I didn’t know what I was feeling anymore. I didn’t know anything anymore. I’m nothing now but a thing. A thing with nerves he nibbles on that shoot fire deep to my core and make me want to cry. Nothing but holes that are his to lick, finger, stretch and fill.

He pulls back and then fills me with his beautiful hot and hard cock. Thrusting deep, hard and fast, slow and teasing, slapping the breasts that bounce with every thrust. Pinching the nipples. Thrusting hard and leaning down to bite at them. Pulling back to go harder, deeper , faster until I’m constantly crying out for more, for him to stop, to do whatever he wants. Then he pulls out, slaps my thigh and orders me to turn over. I am just an object. Cleaned, made to look the way he likes, and then used how he wants.

That is what I’m there for. To be what he wants. To let him use me how he wants. To be arranged, positioned, teased and tortured to please him. To be fingered, fucked and filled by him.

And we both love it.

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About the author

Sasha White

Bestselling Author of erotic fiction.

Blogger with ADHD.

World Traveler-when possible. Food Lover and amature Chef.

Visit my website to see my longer works www.SashaWhite.net

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