Mia swore up and down she had a smuts allergy. Any time someone mentioned a dirty book or tried to read her a filthy passage, she’d break out in red splotches across her chest and claim it made her skin crawl. “I’m not into that perverted shit,” she told her new neighbor, Jake, the first night he invited her over.
Jake didn’t buy it. He saw the way her eyes flicked to the stack of explicit paperbacks on his shelf and how her thighs pressed together when he described one scene in blunt detail. So he tested her. He sat her on his couch, handed her a glass of water, and started reading out loud from the dirtiest page he could find.
“Her cunt was dripping down his balls while he slammed into her,” he read, voice steady and low. Mia’s cheeks burned. She scratched at her collarbone like she always did, but this time the marks didn’t look like hives. They looked like she was fighting not to touch herself. Jake kept going, describing every thrust, every wet slap, every moan. By the third paragraph Mia’s nipples were tight against her thin tank top and her breathing had gone shallow.
“Prove it,” he said, closing the book. “If you’re really allergic, stand up and walk out. If you’re just scared of how wet it makes you, spread your legs and show me.”
Mia stayed. She peeled her shorts off with shaky hands and let him see the soaked spot on her panties. Jake didn’t waste time. He dropped to his knees, yanked the fabric aside, and dragged his tongue straight up her slit in one long, filthy lick. “Tastes like you’re not allergic at all,” he muttered against her pussy before sucking her clit hard. Mia’s hips jerked. She grabbed his hair and ground against his mouth while he tongue-fucked her open, spitting on her hole and shoving two fingers inside without warning.
“Fuck, that’s it,” he growled, pumping his fingers fast and rough. “Your cunt’s clenching like it wants my cock already. Say it.”
Mia’s voice came out broken. “I want your cock. Please.”
He stood, shoved his jeans down, and slapped his thick dick against her swollen clit a few times before lining up. One hard thrust and he was buried to the hilt. Mia cried out, legs wrapping around him as he started pounding her into the couch. Every stroke was deep and dirty, skin slapping, her juices coating his shaft and dripping down his balls. He kept talking the whole time, telling her exactly how her tight pussy felt squeezing him, how he was going to fill her up until she leaked his cum for hours.
Mia came first, shaking and cursing, but Jake didn’t stop. He flipped her onto her stomach, yanked her hips up, and drove back in from behind. One hand fisted her hair while the other reached under to rub her clit in tight circles. “You’re gonna come again on my cock like the slut you are,” he ordered. She did, harder than before, screaming into the cushion while her walls fluttered around him.
He pulled out at the last second, stroked himself twice, and painted thick ropes of cum across her ass and lower back. Then he rubbed it into her skin with the head of his dick, marking her.
They didn’t stop there. Jake kept her naked the rest of the night, reading more passages between rounds. Every time he described something filthy he made her act it out. She rode him reverse cowgirl while he read about double penetration, then let him bend her over the kitchen counter and fuck her ass with spit and patience until she begged for it harder. By morning her “allergy” was forgotten. Her body was covered in bite marks, handprints, and dried cum, and she was already asking when he’d read to her again.
Jake just smirked and pulled her onto his lap for another round. No more pretending. Her smuts allergy had been cured the second she admitted how much she needed to get fucked like the dirty girl she really was.
