Alex sat at his desk, cock already half-hard in his jeans as he typed the prompt into the chat box. "Smut Writer AI, make it filthy. No holding back. Describe a guy getting his dick sucked by a greedy slut who loves every inch." He hit send and waited.
The response popped up fast. "He grabs her hair and shoves his thick cock down her throat. She gags but doesn't pull away. Spit runs down her chin while she sucks harder, tongue working the underside like she needs his load. Her hand pumps the base, twisting just right, begging for him to flood her mouth."
Alex's hand went to his zipper. He pulled his cock out and stroked slow, reading every crude word. The AI didn't soften anything. It kept going, detailing how she swallowed around him, how her eyes watered, how she moaned like a whore when he thrust deeper. Alex matched the rhythm with his fist, precum slicking his palm.
He typed back. "Make it about me. I'm the one fucking her throat. Add her fingering her wet pussy while she does it."
The AI answered immediately. "You thrust into her mouth without mercy. Your balls slap her chin. She's got two fingers buried in her dripping cunt, pumping them in time with your cock. Juices coat her hand. She looks up at you, mascara running, and hums around your shaft like she wants you to use her face as a fuckhole."
Alex groaned out loud. He stripped off his shirt and kicked his jeans away. Naked now, he leaned back and jerked faster, eyes locked on the screen. The words felt alive, like the AI was watching him through the camera. He typed one-handed. "Keep going. Describe her swallowing my cum. Make it messy."
" You hold her head down and unload. Thick ropes hit the back of her throat. She tries to swallow but some spills out the corners of her mouth, dripping onto her tits. You pull out and stroke the last shots across her tongue so she can taste every drop. She licks her lips clean and begs for more."
His orgasm hit hard. Cum shot across his stomach and chest in heavy pulses. He kept stroking through it, smearing the mess while the AI kept feeding him more lines. When he caught his breath he typed again. "Now switch. I want to fuck her pussy. Hard. From behind. Make it rough."
The AI didn't hesitate. "You bend her over the bed and slam in balls-deep on the first thrust. Her cunt grips you tight and wet. You pound her without rhythm, skin slapping loud. She pushes back, taking every inch, moaning like a bitch in heat. You slap her ass red and reach around to rub her swollen clit until she shakes and creams on your cock."
Alex's dick twitched back to life. He kept reading, kept stroking, letting the raw descriptions pull him under again. The AI described every slap, every squelch, every filthy command he gave her. By the third round he was covered in sweat and cum, typing prompts faster than he could read the replies.
Hours later the screen glowed in the dark room. Alex lay back, spent, cock sore from use. The last message from the AI sat there like a promise. "Tell me what you want next. I'll write it exactly how you fuck."
He smiled and typed one more line before closing his eyes. "Surprise me. Make it even dirtier."
