She typed the word into her phone at the bar, thumb tapping hard. "Smut" on Urban Dictionary popped up quick: dirty stories, porn, the kind of nasty shit that gets you wet and makes you act like a whore. She laughed, low and rough, then looked up to see him watching her from across the room. Tall, built, eyes locked on her like he already knew what she wanted.
They skipped the small talk. Back at his place, he shoved her against the door the second it closed. "You looking up smut?" he growled, hand already yanking her skirt up. "Means you want cock. Real cock." His fingers pushed her panties aside and shoved straight into her cunt. She was soaked already. He pumped two thick digits in deep, curling them until she bucked against his palm.
"Fuck, you're dripping," he said, pulling his hand out and wiping her juices across her mouth. She licked it off without thinking. He spun her around, bent her over the arm of the couch, and ripped her panties down. The sound of his zipper was loud. Then his cock was out, heavy and hard, slapping against her ass. No teasing. He lined up and drove in balls-deep in one thrust.
She cried out, pussy stretching around him. He didn't wait. He fucked her raw, hips slamming forward, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room. Each stroke bottomed out, his balls hitting her clit. "This is what smut means," he grunted, one hand fisting her hair, yanking her head back. "Getting used like a slut. Taking it deep."
He pulled out only to flip her onto her back on the couch. Legs spread wide, he pushed back in, watching her face as he pounded harder.
Her tits bounced with every thrust. He reached down and rubbed her clit fast and rough, making her clench around his shaft. "Come on this dick," he ordered. She did, pussy pulsing, juices running down his balls.
He didn't stop. He flipped her again, this time on all fours, and took her from behind. One hand gripped her hip, the other reached around to slap her clit. "Urban Dictionary slut," he muttered, voice thick. "Bet you read that shit and touch yourself. Now you're getting the real thing." His cock dragged against her front wall with every stroke, hitting that spot that made her see white.
She came again, harder, screaming into the cushion. He pulled out, flipped her onto her back once more, and straddled her chest. "Open," he said. She did. He fed his cock into her mouth, fucking her throat while his fingers went back to her cunt, three of them now, stretching her. Spit and pre-cum ran down her chin. He pulled back just before he came, painting her tits instead, thick ropes across her skin.
But he wasn't done. He dragged her to the bedroom, pushed her onto the mattress, and ate her out like he was starving. Tongue fucking her hole, sucking her clit, then sliding lower to lick her ass. She came on his face, thighs shaking. Then he was inside her again, missionary this time, slow at first only so he could watch her eyes roll back when he sped up.
"Look at you," he said, voice dirty and direct. "Pussy taking every inch. Smut meaning you get fucked stupid." He hooked her legs over his shoulders and drilled down, angle perfect for deep penetration. The headboard slammed the wall. Sweat slicked their bodies. He came inside her this time, pumping load after load into her cunt until it leaked out around his shaft.
They lay there breathing hard. He pulled out, watched his cum drip from her, then pushed two fingers back in to stuff it deeper. "Round two," he said. "Smut don't end after one fuck."
She smiled, already spreading wider.
