She slammed the book on the table and looked me dead in the eye. "Define smut," she said, voice low and flat like she already knew the answer but wanted me to prove it with my cock. I didn't waste time with words. I stood up, grabbed her by the hair, and yanked her face toward my crotch. "Smut is this," I told her, unzipping and pulling my dick out. It was already hard. She opened her mouth without being told and took the head in, sucking hard like she was trying to pull the definition straight out of me.
I fucked her throat right there in the kitchen. No buildup, no sweet talk. Just my hips driving forward while her spit ran down my balls and dripped on the floor. She gagged when I pushed deeper but didn't pull back. Her eyes watered and she kept looking up at me, daring me to go harder. I did. I held her head with both hands and used her mouth like it was just another hole to fill. When I pulled out, strings of saliva connected her lips to my shaft. "That's the start of it," I said. "Now get your clothes off."
She stripped fast, no teasing. Shirt gone, tits out, nipples already stiff. Jeans and panties kicked to the side. Her pussy was shaved and visibly wet, lips parted. I bent her over the table, spread her ass cheeks, and spat on her hole before lining up and shoving my cock straight into her cunt. She was tight but took it all in one thrust. I started pounding immediately, no slow strokes, just full force slams that made the table legs scrape across the tile. Her ass jiggled with every impact. Wet sounds filled the room, skin slapping skin, her juices coating my shaft and running down her thighs.
I reached around and rubbed her clit in rough circles while I fucked her. "Smut is getting used like this," I growled. "Getting your pussy wrecked because you asked for the definition." She moaned and pushed back against me, meeting every thrust. I slapped her ass hard, left a red handprint, then did it again on the other side. She clenched around my cock each time. I pulled out, flipped her onto her back on the table, and spread her legs wide. Her cunt looked used already, pink and swollen, glistening. I drove back in and kept going, watching my dick disappear into her over and over.
She reached down and spread her own lips for me, showing everything. "More," she said. I gave her more. I leaned over and spit on her clit, then rubbed it in with my thumb while I hammered her. Her tits bounced with the force. I grabbed one, squeezed hard, pinched the nipple until she hissed. Then I switched to the other. When I felt her getting close, I pulled out again and made her taste herself on my cock. She sucked greedily, licking her own cream off me, then I pushed her head back down on the table and entered her from behind once more.
This time I focused on her ass. I worked a finger into her tight hole while my cock stayed buried in her pussy. She pushed back harder. "Fuck my ass too," she demanded. I pulled out, spat again, and pressed the head of my cock against her asshole. It took a few firm pushes but I got inside. She was even tighter there. I fucked her ass with the same raw rhythm, no mercy, balls slapping against her cunt. She reached between her legs and fingered herself while I used her rear hole. Her moans turned into short, sharp cries every time I bottomed out.
I switched back and forth between her holes, using whichever felt better in the moment. Her body was just there for me to define the word with. Sweat covered both of us. The smell of sex was thick. When I was ready to come, I pulled out and told her to get on her knees. She dropped immediately. I stroked my cock twice and shot thick ropes across her face and tits. Some landed in her open mouth. She swallowed what she caught and wiped the rest across her skin with her fingers, then licked them clean.
She looked up at me, cum still on her chin. "That's smut defined," she said, voice hoarse. I nodded and pulled her up. We didn't clean up right away. I bent her over again for round two, this time with her riding me on the chair while I told her exactly how her cunt felt gripping me. She came hard, shaking and cursing, pussy pulsing around my cock. I kept going until I filled her again, deep inside. By the end of the night the definition was clear: smut is raw, messy, no-limits fucking that leaves you sore and satisfied. She left with my cum still leaking down her thighs, already asking when we could define it again.
