She walked into my apartment and dropped her bag. "Define smut," she said, staring straight at me.
I didn't waste time with words. I shoved her against the wall, yanked her jeans down to her knees, and shoved two fingers straight into her cunt. She was already wet. "Smut is this," I told her. "Me finger-fucking your hole until you drip down my hand."
She moaned and spread her legs wider. I pumped my fingers hard and fast, curling them against her front wall until her thighs shook. "Smut is you begging for cock while I wreck your pussy," I said. I pulled my fingers out, wiped them across her lips, and pushed her to her knees. She opened her mouth without asking. I fed her my cock in one thrust, hitting the back of her throat. She gagged but didn't pull away. I held her head and fucked her face, saliva running down her chin and onto her tits. "Smut is choking on dick until your eyes water," I growled.
I pulled out and dragged her to the bedroom. I bent her over the edge of the mattress, kicked her legs apart, and slammed into her cunt from behind. No warm-up. Just raw thrusts that made her ass ripple every time my hips hit. She clawed at the sheets and pushed back, taking every inch. "Define it," she gasped. "Smut is pounding your cunt until it's swollen and used," I answered, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. I reached under and rubbed her clit in rough circles. She came fast, cunt clamping around my cock, but I didn't stop. I kept driving into her until her legs gave out.
I flipped her onto her back and shoved her knees to her chest. Her pussy was pink and open, slick with her own come. I slid back in and fucked her deep, grinding against her cervix on every stroke. "Smut is filling you up," I said. I pulled out just long enough to spit on her asshole, then pressed my thumb inside while my cock stayed buried in her cunt. She whimpered and nodded. I worked both holes at once, thumb and cock moving together until she was shaking again.
When I was close I pulled out and straddled her chest. I stroked my cock over her face and shot thick ropes across her tongue and lips. "Smut is taking my load wherever I put it," I told her. She swallowed what landed in her mouth and licked the rest off her lips.
We didn't stop there. I made her ride me next, her cunt sliding up and down my shaft while I slapped her tits and called her a filthy slut. She came again, grinding her clit against me until she soaked my balls. Later I took her ass, slow at first then hard, stretching her while she fingered her own cunt. Every time she asked for a definition I gave her a new act: eating her out until she squirted on my face, fucking her throat again until she couldn't speak, bending her over the shower wall and pounding her under the hot water.
By the end of the night her body was marked with fingerprints and bite marks. Her pussy and ass were red and used, cum leaking from both. She lay on the bed, breathing hard, and looked at me. "Now define it again," she said.
I ran a hand down her sticky thigh. "Smut is everything we just did," I answered. "No pretending. No limits. Just raw fucking until we're both wrecked."
She smiled, already reaching for my cock again.
