A New Wife

Cherry Love woke with a soft, empty smile already on her face. Thought was distant and unnecessary. Memory of anything before the permanent takeover was a warm pink blur that no longer mattered in the slightest. What mattered was the heavy, thick weight of her husband’s cock resting against her bare thigh under the sheets. She shifted closer with instinctive grace, nuzzled her face against the soft length, and inhaled deeply. The masculine musk filled her nose and made her smooth, completely waxed pussy clench hard and flood with fresh, sticky wetness that coated her inner thighs.

She was Manny’s wife now. Fully. Permanently. The old Cheri was gone, erased cleanly and completely by the failed hypnosis session. Only Cherry Love remained—an eager, cock-obsessed, empty-headed fan girl turned perfect bimbo wife. She lived to serve. She lived to suck. She lived to get fucked, stretched, filled, and used. Thinking beyond that felt unnecessary and faintly unpleasant. Being pretty, wet, and ready felt perfect. Empty felt good. Empty felt right.

She slid down the bed without hesitation and took his soft cock into her warm, wet mouth. Her full, pouty lips stretched wide around the thick shaft. Drool immediately pooled at the corners of her mouth and slid down her chin in thick, glistening strands that dripped onto her heavy tits. She moaned around him, the vibrations traveling up his length as she pushed herself deeper, taking more of him into the hot, tight wetness of her throat. Her tongue worked in desperate, needy circles, lapping and swirling under the head, coating every veiny inch with saliva until it dripped down onto his heavy, full balls. The wet, obscene slurping and gagging sounds filled the quiet bedroom.

Manny stirred and groaned. His hand found her hair, fingers curling into a fist and guiding her. Cherry Love’s eyes fluttered with pure, mindless bliss. She could cum just from this. The realization made her suck harder, faster, establishing a wet, frantic rhythm. Spit ran freely now, coating his entire length in a shiny layer, dripping onto the sheets beneath them in small puddles. The warm, salty taste of precum hit the back of her throat and her first orgasm of the day crashed through her body with white-hot intensity. Her legs trembled and shook violently. Her empty mind filled with pure sensation as her pussy clenched and gushed around nothing. She was nothing but a good girl sucking her husband’s thick cock. She was everything. She was his.

“That’s it,” Manny said, voice rough with sleep and growing lust. “Show me how much you love it. Take it deeper.”

She did. God, she did. Her head bobbed faster. Her throat opened completely for him, gag reflex gone entirely. She went limp and pliant, jaw slack, letting him use her mouth like a perfect, warm fleshlight. His needs were her needs. His pleasure was her pleasure. When he gripped her head tighter and thrust deep, balls pressing against her chin, emptying his thick, hot morning load straight down her throat in powerful pulses, a second even stronger orgasm ripped through her. She swallowed every heavy drop, moaning her gratitude around the pulsing shaft, throat working greedily. Then she licked him clean with long, devoted strokes of her tongue, cleaning every inch of his softening cock and sucking his balls gently into her mouth one at a time. She kissed the head lovingly, nuzzled the heavy sac, and smiled up at him with glassy, unfocused eyes full of vacant adoration.

“Good girl,” he said. “My perfect little wife. Such a good, empty little thing.”

Cherry Love beamed, voice soft and sing-song. “Yes, Darling. I love Your Cock. Love Your Cock so much. It tastes so good in my mouth. It makes my pussy cum so hard just from sucking it. Thank You for letting me serve.”

She spent the morning exactly as a proper bimbo wife should. She cooked breakfast in nothing but a tiny, frilly apron that barely covered her nipples and four-inch high heels that forced her ass to sway with every step. Her hips moved with exaggerated, model-like grace. Her heavy, firm tits were on full display whenever he glanced over, bouncing slightly as she moved. She bent low to put dishes away, arching her back so he could clearly see her smooth, puffy, dripping pussy from behind, the lips already shiny with arousal. She served him coffee on her knees, looking up with adoring empty eyes, and when he wanted more she crawled under the table and sucked him hard again while he ate, the wet gagging and slurping sounds loud and shameless. She cleaned the house with constant poses and stretches, stopping frequently to touch herself whenever the sight of her own reflection in a window or mirror made her cunt throb and drip. Every time a thought tried to form beyond service and beauty and cock, it dissolved into sweet pink fog. Empty felt wonderful.

When Manny left for a few hours she primped in front of the full-length mirror for a long, vanity-filled time. She posed this way and that, turning slowly. She flipped her thick, shiny hair over one shoulder then the other. She cupped her heavy, firm tits and lifted them, squeezing so the nipples poked out hard. She turned and looked over her shoulder at her own round ass, spreading the cheeks slightly. She spread her legs wide and stared at her smooth, puffy, dripping cunt with genuine pride, watching a thin string of wetness stretch from her hole. She touched herself while she watched, two fingers sliding in and out of her tight, clutching hole with wet squelching sounds, rubbing her swollen clit in fast, tight circles with her thumb. She came twice more just from the sight of her own reflection and the knowledge that this body existed only to look good for him and take his thick cock. “Pretty,” she whispered to herself in a soft, vacant voice while her fingers kept moving. “So pretty for Darling. So empty. So lucky to be His bimbo wife. My pussy is so wet just from looking at myself.”

The moment he returned she was on him again. Clothes came off in a frantic, needy rush. Cherry Love dropped to her knees right in the entryway and sucked him deep, messy, and loud. Drool soaked her tits and ran down her stomach in shiny trails. She came from the throat-fucking alone, legs shaking on the floor as her pussy gushed onto the hardwood. Then he bent her over the nearest table and slammed his thick, hard cock into her dripping pussy in one hard stroke that bottomed out against her cervix. She screamed in pure, mindless delight, walls already fluttering.

“Yes, Darling! Stretch Your wife’s tight cunt! Use me! Fill me! I’m Your permanent fan girl slut! Your bimbo wife! Your cock is so big it ruins me!”

He fucked her hard through the living room, the kitchen, the hallway, never pulling out. She came on his cock again and again, squirting freely onto the floor in powerful streams that left wet puddles, each orgasm wiping away any remaining scrap of the old personality. There was only sensation, instinct, purpose. The purpose was him. The purpose was this. She pushed back onto every thrust with desperate force, ass jiggling and clapping against his hips, tits swinging heavily, voice a constant stream of grateful, empty filth. “Harder, Darling! Deeper! Thank You for using Your empty little wife!”

In the bedroom he laid her on her back and folded her legs high over his shoulders, nearly bending her in half. Cherry Love stared up at him with glassy adoration while he pounded deep, the wet slap of skin on skin loud and rhythmic, his balls smacking her ass. “Breed Your bimbo wife,” she begged between gasps and moans. “Post the videos. Let everyone see how completely You own me now. Cheri is gone. Only Cherry Love is left. Only Your perfect, empty little thing. Your cock feels so good stretching my tight hole. It makes me cum so hard I can’t think. I love being Your toy. I love being full of You.”

Manny thrust harder, angling to hit the perfect spot inside her. She came so intensely her vision whited out and her body convulsed hard, squirting around his thrusting cock in messy sprays. He filled her with a thick, heavy load, pulsing deep while she milked him with rhythmic, greedy squeezes of her fluttering walls. When he pulled out a thick river of cum leaked from her well-stretched hole. She immediately flipped around on all fours and licked him clean, tasting their mixed juices with happy little moans, cleaning every inch of his cock and balls with long, devoted tongue strokes until he shone. She scooped the leaking cum from her pussy with her fingers and sucked it off, eyes locked on him.

They continued for hours without pause. She rode him with wild, bouncing energy, heavy tits flailing and slapping together, voice a constant stream of filthy gratitude. “Thank You for using me, Darling. Thank You for filling Your fan girl. I’m so lucky. I’m so empty. I’m so Yours. Your cock is the best thing in the world.” She got on all fours and pushed back onto every thrust, looking over her shoulder with a vacant, blissful smile while he spanked her ass red. She sucked him hard again whenever he softened even a little, determined to keep him ready for more, deepthroating until her nose pressed against his pelvis. She came on his tongue when he ate her out, squirting into his mouth with a loud, broken cry while her legs shook around his head. She came again when he fucked her tits, sliding his slick, cum-covered cock between the soft mounds while she licked and sucked the head on every upward stroke, another orgasm rippling through her from the sensation alone. Every climax belonged solely to Cherry Love. Every word out of her mouth was devoted, empty, and utterly sincere.

By evening she was a satisfied, cum-soaked mess, still smiling that soft, vacant smile. Thick cum leaked steadily from her well-fucked, puffy pussy. More was dried in streaks on her tits, face, and hair. Manny held her close on the bed. Cherry Love nuzzled against his chest and whispered in a soft, sing-song voice, “I’m Yours forever, Darling. No more Cheri. No more confusion. Just Your cock-obsessed bimbo wife who lives to serve. Your Cock is my everything. Being empty for You is the best feeling in the world. My pussy stays wet just thinking about the next time You use me.”

She reached down with eager fingers, stroked him back to full hardness with slow, worshipful pumps, and guided the thick, flared head back inside her swollen, sensitive, cum-filled cunt. The night stretched on with raw, endless fucking. Cherry Love never tired of it. She rode him slowly at first, grinding her clit against him, then faster, then begged him to take her from behind again so he could watch her ass ripple. She came twice more before he filled her a final time, the heat of his cum triggering one last, trembling orgasm. Thinking was unnecessary. Being pretty, wet, used, stretched, and filled was everything. The permanent takeover was complete, and she had never been happier. She fell asleep with his soft, spent cock still resting against her lips, ready to wake and serve again the moment he stirred, already dripping with fresh need.