I showed up at the back room of the bookstore because the flyer said "smut readings" and I needed something filthy to jerk off to later. The place smelled like old paper and cheap wine. About twenty people sat on folding chairs while this woman named Lena stood at the front with a stack of printed pages. She looked ordinary at first, dark hair pulled back, tight black sweater, but when she started reading her voice went low and nasty.
She read about a woman on her knees in an alley, mouth open, taking a stranger's cock down her throat. Lena didn't soften any of it. She said "cock" and "throat" and "swallow every drop" like she was ordering drinks. My dick started pushing against my jeans right away. I shifted in my seat and tried to focus on the story instead of her lips moving around the words.
Halfway through the second piece she glanced up and caught me staring. She didn't look away. She kept reading about fingers spreading a wet pussy and a tongue lapping at it, but her eyes stayed on mine. When she finished the page she licked her bottom lip once, slow, like she knew exactly what she was doing to me.
After the readings ended people clapped and started leaving. I stayed put. Lena packed up her papers, then walked straight over.
"You liked that one," she said. Not a question.
"Yeah. The part where she begged for it."
Lena smiled with her mouth but her eyes stayed sharp. "You want me to read something just for you?"
I nodded. She told me to follow her to the storage room in the back. It was small, shelves full of extra books, one bare bulb overhead. She locked the door, pulled a single sheet from her pocket, and started reading again.
This one was shorter and dirtier. A woman describing how she fingered herself while thinking about a man watching her. Lena's voice didn't change. She read every explicit detail without pausing, voice steady even when the words got raw. By the time she said "I shoved two fingers into my cunt and came so hard I shook," my cock was fully hard and I had my hand pressed against it through my jeans.
She set the paper down. "Show me."
I unzipped and pulled my cock out. It was already leaking at the tip. Lena watched without touching, just reading the next line from memory. "Stroke it while I talk." So I did, slow at first, then faster as she kept describing the scene. She told me how the woman in the story spread her legs wider, how wet she got, how she wanted to be watched while she came. My hand moved quicker, the sound of skin on skin loud in the small room.
Lena stepped closer but still didn't touch. "You want to fuck my mouth like the guy in the first story?"
I groaned yes. She dropped to her knees right there on the concrete floor, took my cock in her hand, and licked the head once before swallowing half of it. Her mouth was hot and wet and she didn't tease. She sucked hard, taking more each time until her nose pressed against my stomach. I grabbed her hair and started fucking her throat the way the story had described. She gagged once but didn't pull back. Spit ran down her chin and onto her sweater.
When she pulled off she stood up, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and bent over the nearest shelf. "Fuck me. Use me like the slut in the story."
I yanked her jeans and underwear down in one move. Her ass was round and pale. Her pussy was shaved and already slick. I lined up and pushed in deep on the first thrust. She was tight and hot and she pushed back immediately, taking every inch. I fucked her hard, the shelf rattling, books shifting. Each thrust made a wet sound because she was soaked. She reached between her legs and rubbed her clit while I pounded her.
"Harder," she said. "Make it hurt a little."
I grabbed her hips and slammed into her, balls slapping against her. She started talking again, not reading now, just saying filthy things about how good my cock felt and how she wanted me to fill her up. I reached around and pinched her nipples through her sweater. She came first, pussy clamping down, a low moan breaking out of her throat. I kept going, chasing my own orgasm, until I pulled out and shot thick ropes across her ass and lower back.
We stayed like that for a minute, breathing hard. Then Lena straightened up, pulled her jeans back on without cleaning off, and handed me the printed page she'd read from.
"Keep it," she said.
"Come back next week. I'll have new material."
I tucked the paper in my pocket, zipped up, and left the store with my legs still shaky. The story on the page was short, but I knew I'd be reading it again later with my hand on my cock, remembering exactly how her voice had sounded when she said every dirty word out loud.
