She pulled up the list of smut prompts on her phone and shoved it in his face. "Pick one and fuck me like it's real," she said, already pulling her shirt off. Her tits bounced free and he grabbed them hard, squeezing until she hissed. He scrolled fast, landed on the one about the quick office fuck, and yanked her pants down. No teasing. He bent her over the desk, spit on his fingers, and shoved two straight into her cunt. She was soaked already. "This prompt says bend the bitch over and rail her," he growled, lining his cock up and slamming in balls-deep on the first thrust. She grunted and pushed back, taking every inch. He fucked her like he hated her, hips slapping loud, one hand fisting her hair, the other smacking her ass red. She came fast, cunt pulsing around him, but he didn't stop. He kept pounding until he pulled out and painted her back with thick ropes of cum, exactly like the prompt said. "Next," she panted, wiping it off with her fingers and licking them clean.
They moved to the couch for the stranger-in-a-bar prompt. She played the drunk slut, legs spread, no panties. He walked in like he didn't know her, dropped to his knees, and buried his face in her pussy. Tongue fucking her hole, sucking her clit hard, fingers stretching her open.
She grabbed his head and rode his mouth until she squirted down his chin. He stood up, cock out, and told her to suck it. She deepthroated him sloppy, gagging, spit running down his balls. When he was ready he flipped her over the arm of the couch and fucked her ass raw, no lube except her own spit, just like the prompt demanded. She screamed into the cushion while he wrecked her hole, then filled it up and made her push the cum out so he could watch it drip.
By the third prompt she was on all fours in the bedroom, the one about the filthy breeding session. He didn't ask. He just mounted her from behind, cock sliding into her used cunt again, and started talking dirty. "Gonna knock this pussy up. Fill you till it leaks." He fucked her slow and mean at first, then faster, balls slapping her clit every stroke. She begged for it, pushing back, telling him to breed her like the prompt wanted. When he came he stayed buried deep, grinding it in, making sure every drop stayed inside. She came again just from the feel of it, cunt milking him.
They didn't stop. The next prompt was the public risk one, so he dragged her to the balcony at night, bent her over the railing, and fucked her standing up while cars passed below. Her tits hung out, anyone could have looked up. He reached around and rubbed her clit rough until she came hard enough to shake the railing. He finished inside her again, then made her walk back inside with cum running down her thighs.
Last prompt was the rough face-fucking one. She got on her knees, opened wide, and let him use her mouth like a hole. He held her head and thrust deep, making her gag and choke, tears streaming, mascara running. When he pulled out she begged for more. He slapped her face with his cock, then shoved back in and came down her throat. She swallowed every bit and showed him her empty mouth.
They collapsed on the bed after, bodies slick and sore. She grabbed the phone again. "New list tomorrow," she said. He grinned and pulled her close, already hard again. The prompts never ran out. Neither did they.
