She typed the prompt into the Smut Story Generator app and hit enter without thinking twice. The screen flashed once, then spat out the first line: "He bent her over the kitchen table and shoved his thick cock straight into her dripping cunt."
Lena's breath caught. She read it again, then again, her thighs pressing together. The words were crude, exactly what she wanted. She added more: no romance, no slow build, just raw fucking. The generator responded in seconds with a full scene. She read every filthy detail, her fingers already sliding into her panties.
By the third prompt, her apartment door opened. She hadn't locked it. A man walked in like he belonged there, tall, rough hands, jeans already unbuttoned. He didn't introduce himself. He grabbed her by the hair and pushed her face-first against the wall.
"Generator said you wanted it hard," he growled. He yanked her shorts down, spit on his fingers, and shoved two straight into her asshole while his cock pressed against her pussy. Lena moaned loud and open. He didn't tease. He lined up and drove in deep on the first thrust, stretching her fast and mean. Her forehead hit the plaster as he fucked her with short, brutal strokes, balls slapping her clit every time he bottomed out.
She came once just from the stretch and the dirtiness of it. He didn't slow down. He pulled out, spun her around, and forced her to her knees. "Suck it clean." She opened her mouth and took him to the back of her throat, tasting her own cunt on his shaft. He held her head and fucked her face until spit ran down her chin and onto her tits.
When he was ready again he bent her over the table exactly like the generated story.
He slammed back into her pussy, one hand gripping her hip hard enough to bruise, the other reaching around to rub her swollen clit in rough circles. "Take it," he grunted. "Fucking take every inch." Lena pushed back against him, begging for more without words, just grunts and the wet sound of her cunt getting wrecked.
He came first, flooding her deep, then kept thrusting through it until his cum leaked out around his cock and down her thighs. He pulled out and shoved two fingers back into her to push the mess deeper, making her come again around his hand.
She stayed bent over the table, breathing hard, while he zipped up. The generator screen on her phone lit up with a new message: "Next round?"
Lena smiled against the wood and typed yes.
