She asked what smutted meant and I told her straight: it means getting your holes used until you're nothing but a dripping, begging mess. No romance, no buildup bullshit. Just raw cock slamming into wet cunt until the sheets are soaked and your voice is hoarse from screaming.
I had her on her knees in my apartment before she could ask again. "Smutted," I said, unzipping, "is this." I fed her my dick in one thrust, hitting the back of her throat. She gagged but didn't pull away. Good girl. Her spit ran down my balls while I fucked her face, holding her hair tight. Every time she tried to breathe I pushed deeper. Her eyes watered and mascara streaked, but her hand was already between her legs rubbing her clit like she couldn't stop.
When I pulled out she was gasping, strings of spit connecting her lips to my shaft. "Define it again," she rasped.
I flipped her onto the bed face down, yanked her hips up, and drove into her pussy without warning. She was tight but soaked, clenching around me like she was made for it. I pounded her hard, the slap of skin loud and filthy. "Smutted means taking every inch like a whore," I growled, reaching under to pinch her clit. She came fast, shaking, but I didn't slow down. I kept railing her through it, her cunt pulsing and squirting a little each time my balls slapped her.
I pulled out and shoved two fingers in, scooping her juices, then smeared them over her asshole. "Smutted is both holes open." She moaned into the pillow when I pressed my cockhead against her ass. It took a minute of steady pressure, but she opened up, letting me sink in deep. I fucked her ass slow at first, then harder, reaching around to finger her empty pussy at the same time. She was babbling now, "fuck, yes, use me," the words exactly what the definition called for.
We switched positions. I sat on the edge of the bed and made her ride me reverse, watching her ass bounce on my cock. Her tits swung and I grabbed them hard, twisting the nipples until she yelped. Every downstroke she took me to the root. I slapped her ass red, left handprints, then reached around and rubbed her clit fast and rough until she came again, her whole body jerking, ass squeezing me tight.
I wasn't done. I pushed her onto her back, legs over my shoulders, and fucked her pussy again. Deep, grinding strokes that made her eyes roll. "Smutted definition," I told her between thrusts, "is coming until you can't think." She did exactly that, screaming my name while her cunt milked me.
I pulled out at the last second and painted her tits and stomach with thick ropes of cum, rubbing the head through the mess to spread it.
She lay there panting, covered in it, legs still spread. "Again," she said.
I gave her what she asked for. By the time we finished she was wrecked: cum leaking from both holes, marks on her skin, voice gone. That was the definition. No pretty words. Just filthy, used, and satisfied. She smiled through the mess and whispered she finally understood.
