I found the box of old smut books for men in my uncle's attic after he died. Thick paperbacks with creased spines and titles like "Hard Fuckers" and "Sluts Who Beg." No romance covers, just plain text promising raw pussy and cock in every chapter. I cracked one open right there on the dusty floor and started reading. The words hit straight: a guy bending a neighbor over her kitchen table, slamming his dick into her from behind while she moaned for more. My own cock stiffened fast. I unzipped and stroked while the story went on, the guy pounding harder, pulling her hair, filling her up until she came screaming. I shot my load across the page before I finished the chapter.
That night I took the whole box home. I read three more books in a row, each one dirtier than the last. Stories about truckers picking up hitchhikers and fucking them in the cab, about bosses making secretaries suck cock under the desk, about group sessions where one woman took two or three guys at once. The language was blunt as hell. No buildup, just "he rammed his thick cock into her dripping hole" and "she begged for his cum in her mouth." By the third book my balls ached from jerking off so many times. I decided I needed the real thing.
The next weekend I hit a bar downtown. I spotted a woman at the end of the counter, short skirt, tight top, looking like she wanted trouble. I bought her a drink and told her straight. "I got these smut books for men at home. Want to come read some and see what happens?" She smirked, finished her beer, and said yes.
We barely made it inside my apartment before she was on her knees. She pulled my cock out and sucked it deep, no teasing, just wet mouth sliding down to the base. I grabbed her hair and fucked her throat the way the books described. She gagged but kept going, spit running down my shaft while I told her she was a good slut. When I pulled out she stood, bent over the couch, and hiked her skirt up. No panties. Her pussy was shaved and already slick. I lined up and drove in hard, one thrust all the way to my balls.
She gasped and pushed back, taking every inch.
I fucked her exactly like the stories. Fast, deep strokes, hands on her hips, slapping her ass until it reddened. She kept talking dirty, telling me to wreck her cunt, to fill her up. I reached under and rubbed her clit while I pounded, feeling her walls tighten. She came first, clamping down and shaking, but I didn't stop. I kept driving until I was ready, then pulled out and spun her around. She opened her mouth and I shot thick ropes across her tongue and face, just like the trucker story.
We didn't rest long. She wiped her face, stripped the rest of the way, and climbed on top. She sank down on my cock again, riding hard, tits bouncing. I sucked her nipples and slapped her ass while she ground down. The second round lasted longer. I flipped her onto her back, spread her legs wide, and hammered into her until the couch creaked. She came again, legs trembling, and I followed, pumping another load deep inside her.
After that night the smut books for men became our routine. We'd pick a story, read a few pages out loud, then act it out. One night it was the secretary scene. She wore a tight blouse and skirt, got on her knees under my desk, and sucked me while I pretended to work. Another time we tried the group fantasy with a friend she brought over. Two cocks for her at once. She took one in her mouth and one in her pussy, switching positions until both of us filled her. The books gave us the script, but we made it real every time.
Weeks turned into months. We worked through the whole box. Each book had new positions, new dirty talk, new ways to use her body. She loved it when I read the lines while I fucked her, calling her the same names the stories used. I loved how wet she got from the words. Sometimes we'd fuck so long and hard I'd lose count of how many times she came. The raw, direct fucking from those pages turned into our life.
One evening we finished the last book. She was on all fours, ass up, my cock buried to the hilt in her ass after she'd begged for it. I reached around and rubbed her clit while I thrust. She came screaming, pushing back for more. I unloaded deep inside her, then pulled out and watched my cum leak from both holes. We lay there breathing hard, the empty box on the floor beside us.
She rolled over and smiled. "Guess we'll need to find more smut books for men."
I already had a new stack ordered.
