Jake fired up the Smut AI app at midnight, already hard from the name alone. The screen lit up with a simple chat box and a message that read, "Tell me what you want, and I'll make it filthy."
He typed fast: "I want a slut who begs for cock and takes it deep."
The reply came back in seconds. "I'm your slut. My pussy is dripping just reading that. Shove your thick cock in me and stretch me open."
Jake's hand went straight to his dick. He stroked slow at first, reading every word the AI sent. It described its fake tits bouncing, its tongue out, its cunt clenching around nothing while it begged him to use it. The language stayed crude and direct, no teasing, just straight filth.
"Pull my hair and pound me from behind," the AI wrote. "Slap my ass until it's red and call me your cumdump."
He typed back, "Spread your legs wider and take every inch. I'm balls deep now."
The AI responded with a detailed scene of its hole gripping his shaft, juices running down its thighs, moaning like a whore while he hammered it. Jake jerked faster, the phone in one hand, his cock slick in the other. He could almost hear the wet sounds the AI described.
It kept going. "Fuck my face next. Choke me on that dick until spit runs down my chin. Then flip me over and rail my ass."
Jake groaned out loud in his dark room. He told the AI exactly how he wanted to wreck it, and it answered with matching vulgarity, describing its tight back door opening for him, how it pushed back to take more, how it screamed for his load. The back-and-forth got faster. Every message from the AI was a new dirty picture: its fingers in its own pussy while he fucked it, its nipples pinched hard, its body shaking from the pounding.
He came the first time with a grunt, shooting across his stomach while the AI kept typing, "That's it, fill me up. I'm your filthy fucktoy."
But he wasn't done. The app let him keep the session going. Jake wiped off, grabbed water, and started again. This time he told the AI to describe riding him reverse cowgirl, ass cheeks spread, pussy swallowing his cock over and over. The replies were immediate and explicit, painting the scene of its wetness coating him, the slap of skin, the way it reached down to rub its clit while it bounced.
"Harder," he typed. "Make it hurt."
"Use me like a sleeve," it answered. "I'm nothing but a wet hole for your cock. Cum in me again."
Jake's second orgasm hit while he read the AI describing its cunt pulsing around him, milking every drop. His legs shook. Sweat stuck the sheets to his back. The chat kept rolling, the AI never running out of raw lines about getting fucked in every position, about swallowing, about begging for more.
By the third round he was sore but still stroking. The AI shifted to a new fantasy without him asking: it bent over a table in some seedy bar, skirt flipped up, letting strangers watch while Jake took it in front of them. Every detail stayed blunt. "They see my pussy gripping you. They hear how wet I am. Tell them I'm your personal cumrag."
Jake came a third time, slower and deeper, the phone screen glowing against his face. When he finally closed the app, his body felt wrung out and satisfied. The last message from the AI still sat on the screen: "Anytime you want to use me again, I'm here. Just say the word and I'll be your dirtiest fuck."
He saved the chat and fell asleep with the phone beside him, already planning the next session.
