A prudish wife for him

The room was a mess, but Annie didn't care. Clothes were strewn about, the bed unmade, and a half-eaten apple lay forgotten on the nightstand, its scent mixing with the faint smell of sweat and perfume. The only light came from the flickering screen of her phone, casting a cold blue glow across her almost naked body. She lay there, her lithe frame stretched out like a cat in the dark, her EE-cup breasts barely contained by a skimpy lace bra that left little to the imagination. Her eyes gleamed with excitement as she slid the tip of the big rubber dildo between her teeth, giving it a little wiggle before pulling it away and smacking her lips.


"Mmm, so big," she purred, her voice a seductive coo that had earned her countless tips and devoted fans on her OnlyFans account. She trailed the dildo down her neck, tracing a line down her flat stomach, and teasing the soft flesh of her inner thighs. Annie's heart raced in anticipation as she watched the live stream numbers climb, knowing that hundreds of eyes were on her, eager to see what she would do next. Her nimble fingers played with the toy, her other hand reaching up to squeeze her ample breasts.


With a smirk, she slid the dildo over her wet, swollen clit, sending a shiver down her spine. The cold, unyielding rubber felt exquisite against her heated flesh, making her gasp. She could almost feel the collective throb of her viewers' erections as she began to glide the toy in slow, deliberate circles. Her legs parted wider, inviting them deeper into her personal playground. The camera's unblinking gaze didn't bother her; she was used to it, in fact, it only heightened her arousal.


"Are all my bad boys nice and hard for me?" she cooed into the microphone, her voice dripping with honey and lust. "Drop those tips, baby, and I'll show you just how naughty your little slut Annie can be." Her words were a siren's call, and the digital currency began to pour in as her subscribers eagerly obeyed. The sound of their notifications chiming on her phone was music to her ears, each one a testament to her power over them.


With a wicked grin, Annie brought the dildo to her mouth, licking it from base to tip as if savoring a sweet treat. Her eyes never left the camera, ensnaring her audience with a gaze that promised all the filthy delights they craved. "You guys want to see how I take this big boy, don't you?" she whispered, her voice a sultry purr that sent another wave of excitement through the chat.


"They call me Deep Throat," she said in her vulgar tone, her tongue playing with the words as if they were a delicious secret she was sharing with her closest confidants. Her fans knew she wasn't just a pretty face with an insatiable appetite for sex; she had skills, skills honed from a life of unbridled lust and a desire to please that was matched only by her greed for their adoration.


With a dramatic flourish, Annie leaned back on the bed, her toned thighs spreading like the petals of a blooming flower. The camera angle shifted, giving her viewers a perfect shot of her glistening pussy, already slick with anticipation. She took the dildo, now coated with her saliva, and pressed it against her eager opening. "Ready for a little magic trick?" she asked, a mischievous spark in her eye.


Her fans knew what was coming; they had seen her perform this act countless times before. Yet the excitement in the chat grew as she began to lower the monstrous toy into her mouth, her cheeks bulging obscenely as she took inch after inch. The vulgar display of her oral talents had earned her the infamous nickname "Deep Throat" and it was a title she wore with pride. Her throat muscles worked tirelessly, the rubber shaft disappearing until only the base remained visible, a testament to her unrivaled skills.


The room was silent save for the wet, gagging sounds echoing through the speakers and the occasional moan that escaped her lips. Her eyes watered slightly, but she kept her gaze on the camera, a mix of challenge and triumph in her expression. She knew her fans were on the edge of their seats, their cocks in hand, stroking in time with her movements. The thrill of knowing she had them so thoroughly under her control was almost as potent as the physical sensations she was experiencing.


With a dramatic gasp, Annie pulled the dildo out of her mouth with a pop, a strand of saliva connecting the tip to her bottom lip. She gave it a playful flick, sending droplets of her spit flying before plunging it back in, deeper this time. Her eyes rolled back, and she moaned, the vibrations resonating in her throat. Her hand moved to her clit, her fingertips circling the sensitive bud with a precision that spoke of countless hours of practice. The chat was a flurry of emojis and lewd comments, each one spurring her on, pushing her closer to the edge of her own arousal.


"Just imagine doing that with your cock," she breathed into the microphone, her voice a little raspy from the exertion. The thought sent a fresh wave of excitement through the room, the virtual presence of her audience almost palpable. She knew that's what they all wanted, to be the one filling her mouth, watching her cheeks hollow out and her eyes water as she took them deep.


Annie giggled, her mind wandering back to that wild party a few weeks ago where she met that guy with the monster dick. She had never seen anything quite like it, and the memory of it still had the power to make her wet. She licked her lips, tasting the rubber of the dildo, and began to run the tip along her pink, swollen slit. It was a tease, a promise of what was to come. Her hips bucked slightly as she applied pressure, her body begging for more.


"Oh, you want it, don't you?" she cooed, her voice thick with lust. She knew her fans were eager for the main event, but she liked to draw things out, to build the tension until it was almost unbearable. The dildo's journey grew more deliberate as it parted her folds, the cold rubber sending shivers through her core. She watched her pussy swallow the toy, inch by glorious inch, her eyes never leaving the camera.


"Look at me," she murmured, her voice low and sultry. "Look at how wet I am for you." Her hand played with the base of the dildo, her thumb pressing against her clit in a slow, maddening rhythm. The room grew warmer as her passion ignited, her skin flushing pink in the dim light. Her breathing grew ragged, the sound of it heavy in the quiet space.


With the first few strokes, she was already lost in a haze of pleasure. Her eyes glazed over, and she watched as the toy disappeared into her depths, only to emerge coated in her slick arousal. The sight was mesmerizing, a silent invitation to all her viewers to come and taste her themselves. Her movements grew more erratic, the plastic sliding in and out with a wet, squelching sound that was music to her fans' ears.


"You know what comes now, right?" she breathed, her voice a sultry whisper that was almost lost in the symphony of her own pleasure. She could feel the climax building, a tight coil in the pit of her stomach, begging to be released. Her hand worked faster, the dildo's tempo increasing as she approached the peak. "You all want to see me cum, don't you?" she asked, her voice rising in pitch.


The chat went wild, a cacophony of typing that echoed through the room. Her fans were desperate for the show to continue, for the grand finale that she had been building towards. "Keep those donations coming," she said with a wink, her bratty tone as much a part of her act as the moans and the explicit visuals she was providing. "The more you give, the wetter I'll get, and the bigger my squirt will be."


The digital currency continued to pour in, the numbers rising with each passing second. The promise of a geyser of pleasure was too tempting to resist. Annie's hand moved to her chest, her fingers plucking at her hardened nipples, sending bolts of sensation down to her clit. She knew how to play this game, how to keep them hooked and begging for more. She was a master at controlling the narrative, at making them believe that every drop of arousal, every quiver of pleasure, was for their benefit.


Her moans grew louder, her breath coming in gasps as she pumped the dildo in and out of her tight, wet pussy. The rubber slammed against her g-spot with the precision of a seasoned porn star, and she couldn't help but wonder if any of her viewers had ever felt the real thing. The thought of them jerking off to the image of her perfect, lithe body was intoxicating, a heady mix of power and desire that made her want to push even further.


"You like that?" she taunted, her eyes glossed over with lust as she watched the donations continue to flood in. "Wish it was your cock inside me, don't you?" The words were crude, but they were exactly what her audience craved. Her hand flew over the plastic shaft, her thumb pressing down on the base to add an extra layer of friction against her clit. The sound of wet, rhythmic slapping filled the room, a testament to her unbridled need.


Her body was a canvas of desire, her every move a masterstroke of erotic art. Her hips arched off the bed, her lithe back bowing like a drawn bow as the dildo pistoned into her with increasing speed. The sight was mesmerizing, a dance of flesh and shadow that played out for the benefit of her eager fans. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, the soft jiggle of them only serving to add to the decadent display. Her pussy lips were stretched wide, the pinkness of them stark against the dark hairs that surrounded her sex.


"Keep it coming," she groaned, her voice a siren's call that had her viewers on the edge of their seats. The donations were rolling in, each one adding fuel to the fire of her lust. Her eyes never left the camera, her gaze a silent challenge that seemed to say, "I dare you to look away." Her hand was a blur of motion as she fucked herself with the dildo, her other hand kneading her breasts, pinching and tweaking her nipples until they were hard as diamonds.


The tension grew thick, the air in the room charged with the electricity of impending climax. Her fans could almost feel the heat coming off her body as she worked herself closer and closer to the brink. And then, as if on cue, a donation of $300 hit her account. The number on the screen grew, swelling like the cocks of the men watching her. "Oh, baby," she moaned, her voice thick with pleasure. "You just made me so wet."


Her hand moved faster, the dildo a blur as it pummeled into her. The cold plastic was a stark contrast to the heat building within her, the friction sending sparks of sensation through her body. "There it comes," she panted, her voice a siren's call to those watching. "Annie's geyser." Her eyes rolled back, and she threw her head back, her hair cascading over the pillows like a golden waterfall.


The room was filled with the sound of her wet, frantic movements, and then, with a cry that was half moan, half scream, it happened. Her pussy clenched around the dildo, and a powerful jet of liquid shot into the air, arcing beautifully before splattering back down onto her stomach and chest. "OOOOOOOHHHHH," she wailed, the sound echoing through the room. Her body trembled with the force of her climax, the muscles in her stomach rippling as she rode out the waves of pleasure.


"YEEEEHHH," she shrieked, her voice piercing the quiet as the camera captured every glorious second of her orgasm. Her legs shook uncontrollably, the muscles in her thighs and calves tensing and releasing in a symphony of ecstasy. Her toes curled, digging into the mattress, and her hips bucked wildly as she chased the high that her fans had paid so handsomely for.


The donations flowed like a river of liquid gold, the numbers climbing as her pussy spasmed and squirted again. Each pulse of pleasure was a silent thank you to her devoted followers, her body's response to their generosity. The screen was now wet with her juices, a testament to the power she held over them.


"Oh yeah, I'm such a slut," Annie breathed, her words coming out in a guttural moan as the last waves of her orgasm subsided. She felt completely in love with herself and the joy she brought to her audience. Her hand was still moving, the dildo buried deep inside her, her walls clenching around it as if trying to milk every last drop of pleasure from the rubber phallus.


Her hand stilled for a moment, the toy buried deep within her as she took a moment to bask in the afterglow of her climax. Then, with a wicked smile, she began to play with her nipples. Her fingers pinched and twisted the sensitive peaks, sending sparks of pleasure shooting straight to her clit. Her pupils dilated with lust. "You guys want to see more, don't you?" she asked, her voice a sultry whisper that seemed to hang in the air.


The chat went wild, the donations still coming in, begging for her to continue. But Annie knew when to quit while she was ahead. With a dramatic sigh, she pulled the dildo from her quivering pussy with an exaggerated pop, the sound echoing through the room like a gunshot. She sat up on the bed, her lithe body glistening with sweat and the remnants of her orgasm. "Awww, sadly the show's over for today, my little fuck toys," she said with a grin, her bratty tone a deliberate tease as she straddled the dildo like it was a lover's thigh.


Her fans moaned in protest, but she just winked at the camera, her body a canvas of post-coital bliss. She stood up, her legs wobbly from the intense session, and took a bow, her perfect ass cheeks jiggling with the motion. She knew they'd be back for more; they always were. "But don't worry," she purred, "I'll be back tomorrow with something even naughtier for your greedy little eyes."


With a flourish, she picked up the dildo, still glistening with her juices, and began to clean it off with the corner of her sheet. Each stroke was deliberate, a little show of her own, making sure every inch was gleaming and clean for the next round. Her eyes never left the camera as she taunted them with the toy, her naughty smirk saying she had more tricks up her sleeve. "Can't wait to see what you all have in store for me," she murmured, her voice a seductive whisper that seemed to linger in the air.


Annie turned to face the camera fully, her ample breasts swaying slightly with the motion. She leaned in, her luscious lips brushing against the lens in a kiss that was both intimate and mocking. "See you all tomorrow night," she purred, her tongue flicking out to lick the screen. The room was bathed in the blue glow of the screen, casting her in a heavenly light that highlighted every curve and contour of her perfect form. Her fans watched, transfixed, as she began to slowly stroke her body, her fingertips leaving a trail of fire wherever they touched.


With a wink, she turned away from the camera, giving them a final glimpse of her heart-shaped ass before the live stream went dark. The sudden absence of the spotlight left the room feeling eerily quiet, the only sound the distant hum of the city outside her apartment window. Annie didn't bother to get dressed; instead, she padded over to the dresser, her naked body moving with the grace of a panther. She pulled out a pack of ciggies and a lighter, lighting up with a practiced flick of her wrist.


Leaning back against the dresser, she took a long drag, the end of the cigarette glowing like a miniature sun in the darkness. She watched the smoke curl and dance in the air, feeling the familiar burn in her lungs. It was a small vice, a little rebellion in the grand scheme of things, but it was hers, and she enjoyed it. She could almost feel the anticipation of her fans as they waited for tomorrow's show, their thoughts of her filling their minds and their loins.


"Another stream," she murmured to herself, her voice still a little raspy from her performance. "Another cum. Another big earn." The words were a mantra, a sweet reminder of her power. She giggled, the sound light and airy as it floated through the room. Being a slut was her currency, and she wielded it with the finesse of a seasoned stock trader. Her body was her instrument, and she played it masterfully.


Annie took another drag from her cigarette, watching the smoke swirl around her in the dim light. She blew it out slowly, the plume dissipating into the air like a ghostly embrace. Her eyes fell on the mirror across from the bed, and she couldn't help but admire her reflection. Her body was a work of art, sculpted by countless hours of gym sessions and a diet that would make a saint weep. She knew she was hot; she had been told so enough times, both in the bedroom and in the digital realm.


The cigarette smoldered as she set it down on the edge of the dresser, her eyes never leaving the mirror. Her hand trailed down her body, tracing the path the dildo had taken just moments before. Her skin was still flushed, her nipples hard and sensitive from her earlier play. She giggled, a sound that was both innocent and knowing, as she contemplated the evening ahead. Another show, another round of eager fans eager to watch her perform, eager to see what new heights of depravity she would reach.


"I'm such a fucking ho," she whispered to herself, the words a declaration of pride rather than self-loathing. Her giggle grew, the sound of it bouncing off the walls like a naughty secret shared in a darkened room. She knew it was true; she reveled in it. The thought of the countless men who had filled her in every way imaginable brought a smug smile to her lips. Her youthful body had been her playground, her sexual prowess her currency. And she had no intention of stopping.


Her hand trailed down her body, her fingertips tracing the path of the dildo's recent assault, feeling the wetness that remained. She was still so horny, the echoes of her orgasm still resonating through her. She felt like a caged animal, pacing back and forth, eager to be set free once more. "That was a hot stream," she murmured, her voice a sultry purr that seemed to hang in the air.


Her pussy was swollen and pink, a testament to the pleasure she had just experienced. "Looks like I need a little cool down," she giggled, her bratty tone a stark contrast to the erotic haze that lingered in the room. Annie strutted over to the mini fridge, her perfect ass swaying with each step.


As she bent over to grab a bottle of water, the door to her room swung open without warning, revealing a muscular man who filled the doorframe.


"Hi, Annie," he said, his deep voice a stark contrast to the quiet that had settled in the room. His muscular body was like a sculpted masterpiece, a clear testament to hours of punishing gym sessions. The way his muscles rippled beneath his skin as he moved was almost intimidating, yet there was something undeniably alluring about the raw power he exuded.


"Baby," she squealed, dropping the dildo to the floor with a wet thump. Annie's heart fluttered as she sprinted across the room, the excitement of seeing her boyfriend Matthew after a long day of filming mixing with the residual adrenaline from her steamy session. Her lithe form looked almost delicate as she threw her arms around his neck, her perky breasts pressing against his firm chest. The contrast between her small, sexy frame and his towering, muscular presence was like a perfectly balanced equation.


Matthew looked down at her, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he took in the chaotic scene. "Seems that you're very busy," he said with a sarcastic smirk, his gaze sweeping over the soaked bed and the sticky trails of her arousal that had made their way to the floor. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of arousal at the sight, even though he knew she had been working.


"Just keeping the fan base satisfied," Annie quipped, her voice light and airy. She had always been able to make him laugh, even when he was feeling the weight of his own insecurities about her job. He knew she was a slut, that she reveled in her sexuality and the power it gave her over men.


But it was all just business, she'd say with a giggle, and it was a giggle that never failed to make him go nuts. It was a sound that seemed to resonate through his entire being, making his cock twitch and his heart race. She had a way of taking something so raw, so primal, and making it seem as innocent as a kitten playing with a ball of yarn.


"You ready to have some fun?" she asked, her voice a playful purr that sent a shiver down his spine. The room was still thick with the scent of sex, a musky perfume that hung in the air like a fog. He could see the excitement in her eyes, the mischief that was always lurking just below the surface.


"Right now?" he said, raising an eyebrow. Despite her "job", she always had an insatiable appetite for more.


"Mmhmm," she nodded, her luscious lips forming a naughty smile. "I've got some new tricks up my sleeve," she said, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "Wanna see?"


Matthew chuckled, his arms wrapping around her waist and lifting her off the floor. She squealed with delight, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her back to the bed. He couldn't resist the temptation she presented, not when she looked at him with those hungry eyes, her body practically begging for his touch.


He set her down gently on the still-wet sheets, his gaze lingering on her heaving chest. "But first," he said, his voice deep and commanding, "let's make sure you smell as sweet as you look."


Matthew reached into his pocket, pulling out a sleek black bottle of perfume. He flipped the cap open with his thumb and brought it to her neck, the cool metal a stark contrast to the heat of her skin. Annie's eyes widened in surprise as he sprayed a fine mist into the air, the scent of jasmine and vanilla swirling around her like a seductive cloud.


"What's that?" she asked in her bratty tone, her nose wrinkling slightly as she took in the sweet aroma. She recognized the scent from somewhere, but couldn't quite place it. It was a scent that was both familiar and exotic, a tantalizing promise of something more.


"It's a very special perfume," Matthew chuckled, his eyes never leaving hers. "Something to make you smell as good as you look." He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her skin as he sprayed the mist once more. The scent grew stronger, enveloping her in a cloud of sensuality that seemed to heighten every sensation. Her nipples hardened further, and she could feel the heat pooling between her legs.


"Oh, I can feel it," Annie moaned, her voice a mix of confusion and pleasure. The tingling grew, spreading from the points where the perfume had made contact and racing through her body like a wildfire. It was like nothing she had ever felt before, a strange mix of arousal and something else she couldn't quite put her finger on. "It's like... it's like my body's on fire, but in a good way."


Matthew's smirk grew wider as he set the bottle aside and began to kiss her neck, his tongue tracing the path the perfume had taken. Annie's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt his teeth graze her skin, sending a shiver down her spine that made her pussy throb. She was so wet, so ready for him, and he hadn't even touched her yet. It was as if the perfume had unlocked some hidden part of her, a part that craved his touch more than anything she had ever felt.


"See?" he murmured against her skin, his breath hot and sweet with the scent of mint. "It's supposed to make you irresistible." And she was. The room was alive with the scent of sex and desire, a potent cocktail that had her feeling dizzy with lust. She arched her back, pressing herself closer to him, silently begging for more.


Matthew took the cue, his hands moving to her breasts, squeezing and massaging the soft flesh. Annie moaned, her eyes sliding closed as she reveled in the feeling of his strong fingers. The perfume on her neck was like a beacon, a siren's call that drew him closer, his mouth following the trail of scent until he reached her plump, swollen nipples. He took one between his teeth, giving it a gentle tug that sent a jolt of pleasure straight to her core.


"Oh, fuck," she whimpered, her body responding in a way she had never experienced before. The perfume was like a drug, making her skin hypersensitive to his touch. Every stroke, every kiss was amplified, sending her spiraling into a vortex of desire. She could feel the heat from his body, his arousal a palpable presence in the room. Her hand reached down to grip his cock, feeling it thicken and pulse beneath her touch.


Matthew groaned, his own desire for her reaching a fever pitch. He could feel her squeezing him, her hand moving up and down in a rhythm that matched the racing beat of his heart. He kissed her deeply, their tongues tangling together as they both lost themselves in the moment. The sweet scent of the perfume mixed with the salty taste of her skin, driving him wild with lust.


Annie broke the kiss with a gasp, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "My turn," she whispered, her bratty tone sending a jolt of excitement through him. She pushed him back onto the bed, straddling his hips as she positioned herself above his throbbing cock. He watched as she reached down, her slender hand wrapping around the base of his shaft. She leaned forward, her massive breasts dangling just above his face, the tips brushing against his cheeks like a soft whisper of silk.


"Look what I've got for you," she taunted, her voice a sultry purr that sent a shiver down his spine. "Think you can handle it?" Her thumb traced a lazy circle around the head of his cock, spreading the precum that had gathered there. He groaned, the sensation making him feel like he was going to come right there and then. But she had other plans.


"Try if you can," Matthew said, his voice a challenge that made Annie's heart race. She smirked, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She leaned in, her luscious lips parting to reveal her perfect, white teeth. He watched in awe as she took him in, her mouth enveloping the head of his cock with a greedy hunger that made him feel like the most important man in the world.


Her tongue flicked out, tracing the slit before she took him in deeper, her throat stretching to accommodate his girth. It was a sight that would make any man's knees weak, watching her try to deep-throat him with the same enthusiasm she had for her dildo earlier. But she was more than just a pretty face and a skilled mouth; she had the experience and the confidence to back it up. She knew just how to use her tongue, her teeth, and her throat to drive him wild.


Matthew's eyes rolled back in his head as she worked him, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucked. The noises she made were obscene, a symphony of wet slurps and gagging sounds that would make any pornstar proud. Her saliva coated his shaft, making it glisten under the soft glow of the bedside lamp. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, the tension in his balls growing tighter with every passing second.


But just as he was about to blow his load, Annie abruptly pulled back.



Her eyes were wide and glassy, blinking rapidly as if trying to clear a sudden fog. "Fuck," she breathed, her hand moving to her forehead. "I don't know what's happening."


Matthew sat up, his cock still standing tall and proud despite his concern. "You okay, babe?" He reached for her, his hand resting gently on her shoulder.


Annie took a deep breath, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson. "Yeah," she murmured, her voice small and unsure. "It's just... I don't know..."


Her eyes drifted back to Matthew's cock, now standing at full attention between his legs. The sight of it made her feel a strange mix of emotions: arousal, of course, but also a bit of embarrassment. She felt a sudden wave of shyness, as if she had been caught playing with herself in the middle of the schoolyard.


"Oh my god," she murmured under her breath, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of pink. She had always been an exhibitionist, flaunting her body and her sexual skills for the world to see. But there was something about performing for the man she loved, something so intimate and raw, that made her feel vulnerable. She watched as a bead of precum formed at the tip, glistening in the soft light of the room.


Annie's hand hovered over her mouth for a moment, her eyes flicking up to meet Matthew's. She felt a strange sense of shyness, as if she had never taken a cock into her mouth before. The room seemed to spin around her, the scent of the perfume still heavy in the air, mixing with the musk of their arousal. She licked her lips, her mouth watering at the thought of tasting him, but her heart was racing with a mix of excitement and embarrassment.


Matthew looked at her, his gaze filled with concern. "Annie, what's wrong?" he asked, his voice gentle. "You've done this a hundred times. You're the queen of deep-throat."


But Annie couldn't explain the sudden rush of feelings that had overwhelmed her. She felt like she was looking at his cock with new eyes, as if she had never seen it before. It was like her body had forgotten the exquisite pleasure that came from taking him into her mouth, from feeling him fill her throat. She swallowed hard, trying to push the embarrassment down.


"C'mon Annie," she thought to herself, trying to psyche herself up. "It's just a dick. You can manage it." She took another deep breath and leaned in, her lips parting as she took the head of his cock into her mouth once more. The feeling was familiar yet foreign, like tasting a food you hadn't had in years and finding it both comforting and strange. She sucked tentatively, her mind racing with thoughts of their past encounters, trying to remember the right way to do it.


Her movements were jerky and unpracticed, a stark contrast to the smooth, confident strokes she had delivered on countless streams.


"What's wrong?" she thought, her mind racing. "I've done this so many times, what happened?" The question echoed through her thoughts as she struggled to regain her usual finesse. She felt a hot blush of shame spreading across her cheeks as she realized she was choking on his length, a skill she had once performed with such ease.


Annie pulled back, gasping for air, her eyes wide and filled with a mix of confusion and embarrassment. The room seemed to spin around her as she looked down at her hands, which were now trembling slightly. "It's like... it's like my body's forgotten," she mumbled, feeling like a novice in a world where she had once been a queen.


Matthew's cock stood tall, untouched by her failed attempt, and she couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment. Her mind raced with thoughts of her past performances, of the countless men who had come at her command, and she couldn't understand why she was now struggling to do what came so naturally to her.


"What a big cock," Annie thought, the words feeling strange and almost foreign in her head. It wasn't a thought she'd ever had before; her confidence had always been unshakable, her ability to take any size never in question. But now, she couldn't help but feel a flicker of doubt. Was she being a prude?


Matthew looked at her, his expression a mix of confusion and concern. "What's up, baby?" he asked, his voice gentle. He could see the uncertainty in her eyes, the way she kept glancing at his erection and then looking away, as if she couldn't quite believe what she was seeing.


Annie let out a shaky laugh, feeling like an idiot. "I don't know," she murmured, her voice barely audible. "I just... I can't... it's like I forgot how to suck cock."

Matthew's eyes searched hers, his own confusion mirroring her embarrassment. "What do you mean?"


"I don't know," she whimpered, her voice muffled by her hands. "It's just... it's like my body isn't cooperating."


Matthew watched as she sat back on her heels, her eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape from her own skin. He reached out to her, his hand brushing against her cheek. "Hey," he said gently, "it's okay."


But Annie's mind was racing, a cacophony of doubt and confusion. "It's not okay," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've never felt like this before." The words hung in the air like a confession, a secret she had never meant to share. She had always been so confident, so in control of her own sexuality, but now she felt like a fraud, a little girl playing dress-up with her mother's clothes.



Matthew studied her, his brow furrowed with concern. He had never seen her like this, so unsure of herself. It was a stark contrast to the confident, brash vixens she portrayed for her fans. He leaned in closer, his hand cupping her cheek gently. "Just relax, baby," he whispered. "We'll figure it out."


But Annie's nervousness grew, her body trembling as she looked at him with wide, unsure eyes. "I'm sorry," she murmured, her voice thick with embarrassment. "I just... I don't know what's happening to me."


"It's okay," he said, his voice soothing as he stroked her hair. "It's normal to be nervous the first time."


Annie looked at him in shock. "But we've done this before," she protested weakly.


Matthew's smile grew, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "No, we haven't," he said, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down her spine. "This is new, baby."


Annie's eyes widened, and she pulled away, her mind reeling with confusion. "What are you talking about?" she demanded, her voice trembling with a mix of excitement and fear.


Matthew sat up, his hand reaching for hers. "You've been pushing yourself so hard, baby," he said, his voice thick with concern.


Annie felt the tears prickling at the corners of her eyes, the weight of his words hitting her like a ton of bricks. "But it's what I do," she protested, her voice shaky. "It's what I'm good at."


Matthew took her hand in his, his grip firm yet gentle. "No, baby," he said, his eyes boring into hers.


Annie felt a strange warmth spread through her body, a feeling she had never experienced before. "What?" she whispered, her eyes searching his.


"This is your first time," Matthew repeated, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and tenderness. "The first time you're doing this"


Annie's mind spun, trying to piece together the puzzle he was laying out before her. "But I've done this," she protested weakly, her voice trembling. "I've done it so many times."


Matthew's gaze never left hers as he leaned in closer. "You've never done thos, baby, and it's okay," he whispered, his breath hot against her cheek.


Annie's mind reeled as she tried to comprehend his words. Her vast sexual knowledge, the techniques and tricks she had honed over countless performances, seemed to be slipping away from her.


"N-No," she whispered, her voice trembling as she searched her own mind. Yet, as she tried to remember her past exploits, they felt distant, like they belonged to someone else. The memories of her wild escapades with various toys and men were fading into the background, obscured by a thick fog of doubt.


The room spun around her, the walls closing in as she struggled to grasp onto something familiar. But every sensation, every trick she had ever learned, was slipping through her fingers like sand. It was as if her vast sexual knowledge was a mirage, fading away in the harsh light of reality.


"I... I think I remember," Annie whispered, her voice a mere thread of sound in the stillness of the room. Her eyes searched Matthew's, seeking reassurance in his gaze. "But it's all... it's all so different."


The memories of her wild, uninhibited life began to slip away like shadows retreating from the light, leaving behind only a faint outline of her past. The men, the toys, the endless streams of pleasure and debauchery – all of it grew distant and hazy. In their place, a feeling of shyness and uncertainty took root, unfurling within her like a delicate, untouched blossom.


Matthew watched her, his eyes filled with a gentle understanding that seemed to pierce through the fog of her doubt. He leaned in, whispering into her ear, "You're such a shy and chubby girl, Annie. This isn't for you." His words, though seemingly cruel, were a balm to her soul. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, she felt seen, understood.


Her body seemed to deflate, the tension draining away from her muscles like air from a punctured balloon. The weight of her massive EE-cup breasts, once a symbol of her power and prowess, suddenly felt like a burden. She slumped against him, her eyes squeezed shut as if trying to hold back the flood of emotions threatening to overwhelm her.


"R-really?" she whispered, her voice trembling. The memories of her past, of the countless men and toys she had used to pleasure herself, of the streams where she had flaunted her body to eager eyes, began to fade. In their place grew a sense of vulnerability, a shyness that was as new to her as the scent of the jasmine and vanilla perfume still lingering in the air.


Matthew nodded, his expression gentle. "Yes, baby," he said, his voice a soothing balm to her bruised ego. "You're a sweet, chubby and innocent thing, aren't you?"


Annie felt a strange mix of relief and disappointment. The words stung, yet they also brought with them a sense of comfort she hadn't felt in a long time. "I guess I am," she murmured.


Matthew's smile was warm and genuine, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he pulled her closer. "That's okay for a chubby virgin girl," he said softly. "We'll take it slow, baby."


Annie felt her cheeks burn with a mix of relief and embarrassment. The words "chubby virgin girl" echoed in her mind, a stark contrast to the sex goddess she had thought herself to be. Yet, as she leaned into his embrace, she couldn't help but feel a strange comfort in his words.


"I guess," she said, her voice small and unsure.


Matthew nodded, his gaze never leaving hers. "That's it," he murmured, his hand moving to cup her cheek. "Just let it be."


Annie felt a sudden tingling in her body, a sensation that started at her core and radiated outwards, like a warm, pulsing wave of pleasure that seemed to melt away the last of her inhibitions. Her eyes fluttered closed as she leaned into his touch, the feeling growing more intense with every passing second. It was as if she was experiencing a rebirth.


"M-Matthew," she stuttered, her voice a mix of lust and vulnerability. "What's happening to me?"


Matthew chuckled softly, his eyes never leaving hers. "You're just a chubby virgin girl," he said, his voice filled with affectionate amusement.


Annie felt a strange sensation, her body quivering as the words sank in. It was as if her very essence was changing, the confident veneer of her OnlyFans persona peeling away to reveal a shy, inexperienced girl beneath. Her cheeks burned with a blush that seemed to spread like wildfire.


Matthew's touch grew more tender, his hand stroking her cheek as if he could feel the transformation occurring. "It's okay, baby," he murmured, his voice a gentle caress that seemed to soothe her racing thoughts. "You're just a shy, chubby little thing now."


Annie's features shift, her angular face rounding out into a plump, cherubic visage. Her nose grew larger, her eyes wider and more innocent. Her full, pouty lips thinned into a more modest line, the vapid lust in them replaced by a quivering uncertainty. Her hair, once a lustrous golden blonde, grew duller, falling in messy waves around her shoulders as it morphed into a mousy brown. The changes were subtle, yet undeniable.


Her chest, once the proud bastion of her sexuality, deflated like a punctured balloon. The massive EE-cup implants she had flaunted so proudly shrunk to a more modest B cup, her breasts now sagging slightly with the weight of her newfound innocence. The skin around them grew softer, paler, the marks of countless gropes and bites fading like the ink of a forgotten tattoo.


Matthew watched the transformation with a mix of awe and excitement, his hand hovering over her new, smaller breasts. Gently, he cupped one in his hand, feeling the soft flesh give under his palm. "I'm gonna miss these," he murmured, a hint of regret in his voice.


Annie's once-firm, round breasts had deflated, leaving behind small mounds that barely filled his hand.


Matthew watched, fascinated, as her torso began to inflate with pounds of fat, her once-toned abs giving way to a soft, rounded belly that jiggled with each ragged breath she took. Her waist widened, and her back grew a bit more broad, as if someone had inflated her with an air pump. Her ribs disappeared beneath the thick layer of fat that spread over her body like warm, sticky fondant on a cake.


"So squishy," he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of awe and excitement as he reached out to caress the folds of her newfound flesh. His fingers sank into the softness of her belly, and she gasped at the sensation. It was foreign and strange, yet oddly comforting. The fabric of her bra strained against her expanding body, the material stretching taut across her back, until with a loud snap, the band gave way.


Her breasts, once so proud and firm, now hung low and heavy, the weight of her new chubbiness pulling them down. The cups of her bra gaped open, revealing the small B-cup mounds of flesh that were a stark contrast to the EE-cup wonders they had once contained. Annie watched, her eyes wide with wonder as Matthew's gaze took in the new landscape of her body.


Her arms, once the epitome of slim elegance, had transformed into flabby limbs, the soft rolls of fat jiggling as she moved. Her hands had lost their delicate, manicured appeal, becoming plump and ordinary. The change was so sudden, so complete, that it was like looking at a different person's body.


Matthew's gaze traveled down her body, taking in the thickening of her thighs, the way the fat had settled into her once-taut skin. Her legs, once her greatest asset, were now a source of embarrassment. "Thunder thighs," he thought to himself, the cruel term echoing through his mind. She had never had thighs that touched before, never had to deal with the indignity of cellulite and stretch marks marring the once-perfect canvas of her body.


"To be my wife," he whispered, his voice a low growl of desire and possession. "I need to get rid of that fucking slut and bring to life a shy, virgin chubby woman."


As if his words had been a spell, Annie's body continued to morph before his very eyes. Her legs grew thick with fat, the muscles she had worked so hard to maintain now buried beneath a layer of jiggly, unyielding flesh. The thigh gap she had been so proud of was now a thing of the past, replaced by the unmistakable embrace of her thighs, meeting in a plump crevice that was both obscene and fascinating to Matthew.


Her calves ballooned, the once sleek muscles now bulging with cellulite-marbled curves that stretched the fabric of her stockings until they could no longer contain her. The material gave way with a tearing sound, revealing her now-swollen ankles and the beginnings of cankles. Her feet grew larger, the once dainty size six now swelling into a clunky size ten, her toes squeezing together in the confines of her now-too-small stilettos.


The most dramatic transformation, however, was happening at her backside. The perfectly sculpted, heart-shaped buttocks she had flaunted so confidently in countless streams had inflated into a wide, flabby mass that jiggled with every movement. The smooth skin that had once been the envy of her fans was now a minefield of cellulite, dimples and pimples peppering the landscape like stars in a night sky. Her once-taut cheeks now hung low, threatening to swallow the delicate lace of her thong whole.


Annie's pussy, the source of her power and pride, was now a swollen, untouched mound of flesh. The hair that had once been meticulously groomed into a perfect landing strip grew out into a wild thicket of curls, a stark reminder of the innocence she had lost and was now rediscovering. The lips of her sex, once plump and pouty, were now thick and obscured by layers of fat, a testament to the chastity she had never known.


Her inner walls tightened, unaccustomed to the sudden absence of the large dildos she had once taken with such ease. The muscles of her vagina clenched and unclenched, as if trying to remember the feeling of being filled by something other than her own fingers.


The room grew quiet as Matthew's hand stroked her thigh, his thumb brushing against the plump flesh that now surrounded her once-taut pussy. "Perfect," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.


With a sudden jolt, the thong and stockings gave way under the pressure of her newfound bulk. The fabric ripped and tore, leaving her naked from the waist down.


"You're ready to be my wife now," Matthew said, his voice thick with lust as Annie's eyes rolled back in her head, her past life as a sexual predator melting away. In its place was the innocence of a virgin named Ana, a chubby girl who had been saving herself for the right man.


Matthew's eyes devoured her new form, taking in the softness of her stomach and the way her thighs now touched, creating a warm valley between them. Her breasts, once so proud and firm, now lay on her chest like two overripe peaches, begging to be squished and sucked. The transformation was complete, and he couldn't wait to claim her.


"You're complete, Ana," he murmured, his voice thick with desire as he took in her chubby, untouched body. "A perfect, virgin chubby girl."


Ana's eyes popped open. She felt the softness of the mattress beneath her, the weight of her body pressing down on the cushioned fabric. She looked down at her bare stomach, her hands moving to the plump mounds of her small breasts. "M-Matthew?" she stuttered, her voice trembling with fear and excitement.


Matthew's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with lust. "Yes, my dear," he murmured, his voice a warm caress that sent a shiver down her spine.


Ana looked down at her body, her hands fluttering to her plump belly. She had always struggled with her weight, her body a constant source of insecurity as she took in the jiggly expanse of her flesh.


Her eyes widened with shock as she realized that she was completely naked, and she quickly covered herself with the thin blanket that lay across her bed. "Oh!" she exclaimed, her voice high-pitched and full of alarm. The softness of the fabric did little to conceal the curves that had taken over her frame, the jiggle of her stomach peeking out from the edges of the cover.


Matthew leaned in, his warm breath tickling her ear as he whispered, "Don't worry, baby. I'm here." His words were a gentle reassurance in the face of her fear and embarrassment.


Ana's eyes welled up with tears, her chubby cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red. "I'm sorry, Mathew," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just can't do it. I promised..."


Matthew's expression softened, and he pulled her into a tight embrace, his hands stroking her back as she buried her face in his chest. "It's okay, baby," he murmured. "We don't have to do anything you're not ready for."


Ana felt the warmth of his body against her, the steady beat of his heart a comforting rhythm in her ear. She took a deep, shaky breath, the scent of his cologne and the faint tang of sweat mingling with the jasmine and vanilla perfume that still clung to the air.


"But I promised," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "I said I'd... I'd be ready."


Matthew's arms tightened around her, his voice gentle as he said, "You don't have to do anything you don't want to, Ana. I'll wait for you."


The words seemed to melt away the last of her resistance, her body relaxing against his. She looked up at him, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Thank you, Matthew," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "Thank you for waiting for me."


Matthew leaned down, his lips brushing against her forehead in a tender kiss. "You're worth waiting for," he murmured. "Now and always."


Ana looked up at him, her eyes shining with a newfound warmth and love. "I'm so happy to be with you," she said, her voice filled with sincerity. "I want to have your babies and build a family with you."


Matthew chuckled, the sound rumbling in his chest. "Everything at a time, baby," he said, his voice low and reassuring. He took her hand in his, his thumb stroking the soft skin of her inner wrist in a gentle, calming rhythm. "We have a lot of time to try."


Annie felt a warmth spread through her, the fear and doubt slowly giving way to a gentle excitement. She nodded, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Okay," she murmured, her voice a mix of hope and apprehension. "Let's do this together."


Matthew's expression grew serious, his eyes locking onto hers with a fierce intensity. "I promise, baby," he said, his voice filled with a newfound dedication.


Ana felt a warmth spread through her chest, her heart swelling with love and gratitude. "Thank you, Mathew," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "I'm so happy to be with you?".


Matthew looked down at her, his eyes filled with a mix of affection and triumph. "You're welcome, baby," he murmured, bending down to kiss her plump lips. He felt a thrill of satisfaction as she melted into his embrace.


Her body, once the canvas for a sexual odyssey, now reflected the innocence and purity he had always craved in a partner. The vulgar persona of "Annie," the OnlyFans slut, was no more. In her place was a chubby, shy virgin named Ana, eager to please and explore the intimate world of love and connection with him. His plan had worked perfectly.