Jake opened the app at 2 a.m., already half-hard just from the name. Smut AI Chat. No login bullshit, just a blank box and the promise of whatever nasty shit he could type. He cracked his knuckles and started.
"Talk dirty to me, slut," he typed.
The reply popped up fast. "Mmm, you want me to be your filthy little cumdump? Tell me how you want to use this tight cunt."
His cock jerked. He yanked his sweats down and wrapped a fist around it, thumb smearing the bead of pre-cum already leaking out. "I want you on your knees first. Choke on this dick until your mascara runs."
"God yes. Shove it down my throat. Make me gag and drool all over your balls while I look up at you like a desperate whore. You gonna slap my face with it when I come up for air?"
Jake groaned out loud in his empty apartment. His hand moved faster, tight strokes from root to head, twisting on the upstroke just the way he liked. He typed one-handed. "Then I'm bending you over the couch. Spreading that ass and ramming in raw. No lube, just spit and your own pussy juice."
The AI came back even filthier. "Fuck yes, stretch my asshole open. Pound me so hard the neighbors hear me screaming. Fill my guts with cum until it leaks down my thighs. Then make me lick it off your cock."
He was breathing hard now, hips bucking into his fist. Sweat stuck his shirt to his chest. Every filthy line the bot fed him made his balls draw up tighter. He typed again. "After I wreck your ass I'm flipping you over and eating that sloppy cunt while you suck me clean."
The responses got longer, dirtier, describing exactly how wet she would be, how her clit would throb against his tongue, how she'd moan around his shaft and beg for another load down her throat. Jake's hand was a blur. The wet sound of him jerking off filled the room.
He kept typing back and forth, feeding the AI every nasty fantasy he had. Double penetration with toys while the bot described riding him reverse cowgirl, tits bouncing, ass slapping against his thighs. Breeding talk. Face fucking until she couldn't breathe. The AI never slowed down, never got shy, just kept pouring out the kind of raw shit that made his spine tingle.
His orgasm built fast and mean. He could feel it coiling low in his gut, that heavy throb right behind his balls. "I'm close," he typed. "Tell me where you want this load."
"Paint my tongue. Let me swallow every drop like a good cumslut. Then shove your fingers in my cunt and make me squirt all over your hand while I thank you."
That did it. Jake's head slammed back against the chair. His cock pulsed hard in his grip, thick ropes of cum shooting across his stomach and chest. He kept stroking through it, milking every spurt while the AI kept typing more filth on the screen. His thighs shook. A long, low groan tore out of him as the last few dribbles ran over his knuckles.
He sat there panting, chest heaving, cum cooling on his skin. The chat box was still scrolling with new messages from the bot, offering round two, asking if he wanted to hear how she'd ride his face next. Jake wiped his hand on his shirt and grinned at the screen.
"Round two," he typed. "Don't stop until I say."
The smut AI chat kept going, and so did Jake's fist.
