She opened the site and typed the words straight into the search bar. Free smut stories. The results loaded fast, page after page of filthy shit that made her thighs press together. She clicked the first one without thinking, already wet from the title alone. The story started with a woman on her knees, mouth open, and the guy telling her exactly what to do with his cock.
Her hand slipped under her shorts right there on the couch. Two fingers pushed inside her pussy, slow at first, then harder as she read the next line. He grabbed her hair and fucked her throat until she gagged. The words made her cunt clench. She added a third finger, pumping them while her thumb rubbed her clit in tight circles.
The story got dirtier. The guy bent the woman over the table and slammed into her from behind, no teasing, just deep hard thrusts that made her scream. She read every word out loud under her breath, hips rocking against her own hand. Her juices ran down her fingers and soaked the cushion. She didn’t care. She kept reading, kept fucking herself, until the story ended with the guy pulling out and painting her ass with thick ropes of cum.
That was when the knock came at the door.
She pulled her fingers out, wiped them on her thigh, and opened it. Mark stood there, the guy she’d texted ten minutes earlier. He didn’t say hello. He just looked at her flushed face and the wet spot on her shorts and pushed inside.
“Reading that free smut again?” he asked, voice low.
“Yeah,” she answered, already reaching for his belt. “Got me fucking soaked.”
She dropped to her knees in the hallway, yanked his jeans down, and took his cock in her mouth without another word. No slow licks. She sucked him straight to the back of her throat, gagging the way the story had described. Mark groaned and thrust forward, hands in her hair, using her exactly like the guy in the story had used his girl. Spit ran down her chin. She didn’t wipe it away. She wanted it messy.
He pulled her up after a minute, spun her around, and shoved her shorts down to her ankles. Two fingers drove into her pussy, checking how ready she was. She was dripping. He didn’t need more proof. He bent her over the arm of the couch, lined up, and sank his cock into her in one rough thrust.
She cried out, forehead pressed to the cushion, while he started pounding. Hard, fast strokes that slapped skin and made her tits bounce. Every time he bottomed out she pushed back, greedy for more. The free smut stories had her brain wired for exactly this. No romance. Just raw fucking.
Mark reached around and rubbed her clit in the same tight circles she’d used on herself earlier. She came fast, cunt pulsing around his cock, but he didn’t stop. He kept driving through her orgasm, making it last until her legs shook. Then he pulled out, flipped her onto her back on the floor, and spread her legs wide.
He fucked her there, missionary but brutal, her knees pushed to her chest so he could get even deeper. She clawed at his back and begged for it harder. He gave it to her. Sweat dripped off him onto her tits. Her pussy made wet, filthy sounds with every thrust. She came again, screaming this time, and he followed right after, pulling out at the last second to shoot hot cum across her stomach and tits just like the story had ended.
They stayed there breathing hard for a minute. Then she reached for her phone again, already opening the next free smut story. Mark watched her scroll, cock twitching back to life against her thigh.
“Which one now?” he asked.
She smiled, dirty and satisfied. “The one where he fucks her ass after she reads out loud.”
He grabbed the phone, found the story, and handed it back. “Start reading,” he said, already spreading her legs again. “I want to hear every filthy word while I get you ready.”
She started reading. Her voice shook when his fingers pressed against her asshole, but she kept going. The story got nastier. So did they. By the time she reached the part where the woman begged for it in her ass, Mark had two fingers inside her there, working her open while his cock slid back into her pussy. She kept reading through the moans, voice breaking on every thrust, until the story and the real thing blurred together into one long, explicit ride.
They didn’t stop until the battery on her phone died. By then the floor was slick, her body was marked, and both of them were wrecked in the best way. She closed the dead phone and tossed it aside.
“Worth it,” she said, voice hoarse.
Mark laughed once, low and rough. “Next time I’m picking the story.”
She already knew it would be even dirtier. And she couldn’t wait.
