She sat at her desk, legs spread wide, and typed the first filthy prompt into the AI smut maker. "Write me a story where a guy bends me over and pounds my wet cunt until I scream." The screen flashed, and words poured out in seconds. He grabbed her hips, slammed his thick cock deep into her dripping pussy, and fucked her hard without mercy. Her tits bounced with every thrust, juices running down her thighs as he called her a dirty slut and rammed in balls-deep.
She moaned out loud reading it, her fingers already rubbing her clit. The AI didn't stop there. It kept going, describing how he pulled out, slapped her ass red, then shoved back in even rougher. She could almost feel it. Her own cunt clenched around nothing, aching for the real thing. She typed again, dirtier this time. "Make him cum inside me and keep fucking through it."
The response hit her like a slap: thick ropes of hot cum flooding her hole, overflowing, and him not stopping, just using the mess to pound harder. She shoved two fingers into herself, pumping fast, imagining every word as real. Sweat beaded on her skin. She kept feeding the AI smut maker more commands, each one rawer than the last. "Make it about choking me while he fucks my face." The story shifted instantly to her on her knees, gagging on a fat cock, spit dripping everywhere, throat stretched while he held her head and thrust deep.
Her orgasm built fast and ugly. She typed one more line, voice cracking as she said it out loud too. "Let the AI fuck me through the screen." The machine responded with a new scene where the words themselves seemed to touch her, describing invisible hands pinning her down, a digital cock stretching her open, pounding her G-spot until she squirted.
She came hard, fingers buried in her spasming pussy, thighs shaking, the screen still glowing with fresh explicit lines.
She didn't close the tab. Instead she kept going, building scene after scene, each one dirtier, each one making her cum again until the night blurred into one long, raw fuck session with the AI smut maker. By morning her body was spent, but the machine waited, ready for the next filthy command.
