She walked up to my table in that dingy bar and said the word like it was a question. "Smut. What the fuck does it really mean?" I looked her over, tight dress, hard nipples poking through, and told her straight. "It means I bend you over, spread your ass, and fuck your wet cunt until you can't think straight. That's the definition. You want it or not?"
Her name was Lena. She nodded, eyes already glassy. We didn't bother with drinks. I took her to the alley out back, shoved her against the brick wall, and yanked her dress up. No panties. Her pussy was shaved and already dripping down her thighs. I slapped her ass hard, then jammed two fingers straight into her hole. She was tight but soaked, so my fingers slid in easy. "This is smut," I growled, pumping them fast. "Not some pretty story. This is me finger-fucking your cunt until you beg for cock."
She moaned loud and pushed back on my hand. I added a third finger and curled them, hitting that spot inside her that made her legs shake. Her juices ran over my knuckles. I pulled my fingers out, wiped them on her lips, and told her to suck. She did, tasting herself like a greedy slut. Then I unzipped, pulled out my thick cock, and slammed it into her pussy in one thrust. No warning. She cried out but took every inch. I started pounding her right there, balls slapping her clit with every stroke. The wet sounds were filthy, skin on skin, her cunt squelching around my shaft.
"Fuck, yes, that's it," she gasped. "Deeper. Make it smut." I grabbed her hips and rammed harder, the wall scraping her tits through the dress. I reached around and rubbed her swollen clit in rough circles. She came fast, pussy clamping down, squirting a little on my balls. I didn't stop. I kept fucking her through it, telling her exactly what smut was. "Smut is this raw dick stretching your hole. Smut is you dripping cum down your legs like the dirty bitch you are."
We moved to my truck. I bent her over the hood, pulled her dress down so her tits hung out, and drove back into her from behind. Her ass cheeks spread wide, asshole winking every time I bottomed out. I spat on it and shoved a thumb in while I fucked her pussy. She pushed back, taking both. "More," she begged. I switched, pulled out of her cunt and shoved my cock into her ass in one go. It was tight and hot. She screamed but didn't pull away. I fucked her ass raw, reaching under to pinch her nipples hard. Her pussy kept leaking, strings of juice hanging from her lips.
I pulled out, flipped her onto her back on the hood, and made her watch while I stroked my cock over her face. "Smut definition," I said, "is swallowing every drop." She opened her mouth and I shot thick ropes across her tongue and tits. She swallowed what she could, then licked the rest off her own skin while I watched.
We weren't done. Back at my place I tied her wrists to the bedposts with my belt. I ate her pussy rough, sucking her clit between my teeth and tongue-fucking her hole until she came again, flooding my mouth. Then I mounted her, legs over my shoulders, and fucked her missionary but brutal, her ankles by her ears. My cock hit bottom every time. I told her to say the word. She moaned "smut" over and over while I used her cunt like a sleeve.
By the end she was a mess, cum and spit everywhere, holes red and used. I untied her, pulled her into my lap, and let her ride me slow for the last round, but even that was dirty. She ground her clit on me while my cock stayed buried in her ass again. When she came the final time she collapsed forward, whispering that she finally understood the definition.
I came inside her one more time, filling her ass until it leaked out around my shaft. We lay there catching our breath, bodies slick. She smiled against my chest. "Smut," she said. "Got it."
