She logged into Smut Com at 2 a.m. because her cunt was already wet from thinking about strangers who wanted to use her like a fucktoy. Username: DirtyGirl42. Profile pic showed just her tits in a tight tank top, nipples poking through. First message that popped up was from HardCock88: "You look like you need a dick down your throat right now."
She typed back fast. "Yeah? Tell me how you'd shove it in."
He didn't waste time. "I'd grab your hair, slap my cock on your tongue, and fuck your mouth until you gag. Then I'd bend you over and pound that sloppy pussy until you scream."
Her hand slid into her panties. Fingers rubbed her clit in quick circles while she read. "Do it. Come over. Address is 142 Oak Street, apartment 3B. Door's unlocked. Be here in twenty minutes or I find someone else."
He showed up in fifteen. Tall, built, jeans already bulging. No small talk. He kicked the door shut, yanked her by the hair, and shoved her to her knees right in the hallway. "Open your fucking mouth."
She did. His cock was thick and veined, already leaking. He slapped it across her lips then thrust deep, hitting the back of her throat on the first stroke. She gagged, spit running down her chin, but he held her head and fucked her face like he owned it. "That's it, take every inch, you filthy slut."
When he pulled out, strings of spit connected her mouth to his dick. He hauled her up, spun her around, and bent her over the kitchen table. Her shorts and panties hit the floor in one tug. Two fingers jammed straight into her dripping pussy. "Jesus, you're soaked. You been fingering this hole waiting for me?"
"Yes," she moaned. "Fuck me already."
He didn't need asking twice. He lined up and slammed his cock balls-deep in one thrust. She cried out, the stretch burning sweet. He gripped her hips hard enough to bruise and started pounding, skin slapping loud and wet. Each thrust shoved her forward on the table. "Take it, take that cock. Your cunt's gripping me like it doesn't want to let go."
She reached back and spread her ass cheeks so he could watch his dick disappear. "Harder. Wreck me."
He obliged. Pulled out, spat on her asshole, then drove back into her pussy even rougher. One hand reached around to rub her clit in rough circles while the other smacked her ass red. She came first, legs shaking, pussy pulsing around him, juices running down her thighs. He didn't stop. He fucked her through it until she was whimpering, then flipped her onto her back on the table.
Legs over his shoulders, he folded her in half and hammered down into her. "Look at this greedy hole swallowing me. You love being used, don't you?"
"Yes, fuck, yes," she gasped. He reached down, thumb on her clit again, and she came a second time, harder, squirting a little around his cock. That pushed him over. He pulled out at the last second, stroked once, and shot thick ropes across her stomach and tits. Some landed on her chin. She licked it off her lips while he watched.
He didn't leave right away. He made her suck him clean, then bent her over again for round two, this time sliding into her ass after working two fingers in first. She begged for it, pushing back onto him until he filled her there too, grunting as he came deep inside. By the time he zipped up, her holes were sore, dripping, and satisfied exactly the way she'd wanted from that first message on Smut Com.
She stayed on the table a few minutes after he left, fingers tracing the mess he'd left, already thinking about logging back in for the next one.
