She typed the last line of the scene and her cunt throbbed. “He grabbed her by the hair and shoved his cock down her throat until she gagged.” The words sat there glowing on the screen. Her roommate walked in without knocking, saw the screen, and grinned.
“Writing more of that fanfiction smut again?” he asked, already hard in his jeans.
She didn’t answer with words. She stood, pulled her shorts down, bent over the desk, and spread her ass. “Type what you’re gonna do to me. Then do it.”
He sat down, cock straining, and started typing with one hand while the other slid two fingers straight into her soaked pussy. “She bent over and begged for it like the slut she is.” He pumped his fingers hard, knuckles slapping her clit. She moaned and pushed back. He added a third finger and kept typing with the other hand. “He stretched her open and told her she was just a hole for his cock.”
She reached back and yanked his zipper down.
His dick sprang out, thick and already leaking. She wrapped her hand around it and stroked fast, rough, the way she wrote her characters doing it. “Put it in,” she said. “Right now. No slow shit.”
He stood, lined up, and slammed into her in one thrust. She grunted. He grabbed her hips and started pounding, the desk shaking with every slap of skin. The laptop screen still showed the half-written paragraph. He reached around and rubbed her clit in hard circles while he fucked her. “This what you wanted your characters to feel? Getting used like a cheap fucktoy?”
“Yes,” she gasped. “Harder. Make it filthy.”
He pulled out, spun her around, and shoved her to her knees. She opened her mouth and took his cock to the back of her throat in one go, gagging just like she’d written. Spit ran down her chin and dripped onto her tits. He held her head and fucked her face, balls slapping her chin. “Look at you. Writing smut and turning into the slut in the story.”
She pulled off long enough to say, “Cum on my face. Then fuck me again.”
He groaned and painted her cheeks and lips with thick ropes. She licked what she could reach, then stood, bent over again, and reached back to spread herself. “Now the ass. Like in the next chapter.”
He spit on her hole and pushed in. She hissed at the stretch but pushed back until he was buried. He started thrusting, slow and deep at first, then faster when she begged. “Tell me what you’re writing next,” he growled, pounding her ass.
“Two guys,” she panted. “One in her pussy, one in her ass. Double stuffed.”
He reached under her and shoved three fingers back into her cunt while he kept fucking her ass. She came hard, legs shaking, cunt clenching around his fingers. He didn’t stop. He kept going until he filled her ass, then pulled out and watched his cum leak down her thighs.
They stayed like that a minute, breathing hard. Then she sat back at the keyboard, cum still dripping, and started typing the next scene with shaky hands. He stood behind her, already getting hard again, and slid his fingers back into her messy pussy.
“Keep writing,” he said. “I’m not done turning your fanfiction smut into real life.”
She typed the words “They didn’t stop until she was a shaking, cum-drenched mess” while he fingered her through another orgasm. The screen glowed. The room smelled like sex. And the story kept getting dirtier.
