Lisa typed the last line of her latest smutty fanfiction and felt her cunt throb. She had written the hero grabbing the heroine by the hair, shoving his thick cock down her throat, and calling her a dirty little slut while he fucked her face. Her own pussy was soaked just from putting the words on the screen. She posted the chapter and closed her laptop, but the ache between her legs would not quit.
A notification popped up on her phone. A private message from a reader named Jake. "That scene where he bends her over the table and rams her from behind? I want to do that to you. Right now. No games."
Lisa stared at the message. Her heart pounded. She typed back fast. "Prove it. Tell me exactly what you'd do."
Jake replied in seconds. "I'd make you strip, spread your legs, and eat your cunt until you begged. Then I'd flip you over, slam my cock into that dripping hole, and pound you until you couldn't walk. Just like in your story."
Her fingers shook as she answered. "Hotel downtown. Room 412. Be there in an hour. Bring condoms."
She got there first and left the door unlocked. Jake walked in without knocking. He was tall, built, and already hard under his jeans. He looked her over once. "Clothes off. Now."
Lisa pulled her shirt over her head and dropped her skirt. No bra or panties. Her nipples were tight and her pussy lips were shiny with wetness. Jake stepped close, grabbed her by the throat, and kissed her hard. "On your knees."
She dropped. He unzipped and pulled out a fat cock, already leaking. Lisa opened her mouth and he shoved it straight in, hitting the back of her throat on the first thrust. "Suck it like the slut in your fic," he growled. She gagged but took it, spit running down her chin while he fucked her face in steady strokes. Her eyes watered but she kept sucking, tongue working the underside.
After a minute he pulled out. "Bed. Face down, ass up."
Lisa climbed onto the mattress and presented herself. Jake slapped her ass hard enough to sting, then spread her cheeks and buried his face between them. He licked her asshole first, then dragged his tongue down to her cunt and sucked on her clit. Lisa moaned into the pillow. He tongue-fucked her hole, fingers rubbing her clit in tight circles until her thighs shook.
"Fuck me," she begged. "Just like you said."
Jake rolled on a condom and lined up. He drove his cock into her in one rough push, stretching her open. Lisa cried out. He grabbed her hips and started pounding, balls slapping against her with every thrust. The bed creaked. Her tits swung beneath her. He reached around and rubbed her clit while he fucked her.
"Harder," she gasped. "Use me."
He flipped her onto her back, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and slammed back inside. The angle let him hit deep. Lisa clawed at his arms. Sweat dripped from his chest onto her tits. He leaned down and bit her nipple, sucking it hard while his cock kept driving in and out.
She came first, cunt clenching around him, juices soaking the sheets. Jake didn't stop. He pulled out, flipped her again, and pushed back into her from behind. This time he went slower, grinding deep, then pulling almost all the way out before slamming home. His dirty talk matched her story exactly.
"Take that cock, you filthy writer. Your pussy is mine tonight."
Lisa pushed back against him, meeting every thrust. He reached under her and pinched her clit. She came again, screaming into the mattress.
Jake groaned, pulled out, yanked off the condom, and stroked himself twice before shooting thick ropes across her ass and lower back.
They stayed like that for a minute, breathing hard. Then Jake wiped her clean with a towel from the bathroom and pulled her against his chest.
"Write another chapter," he said. "I'll come back and act that one out too."
Lisa smiled against his skin, already planning the next filthy scene.
