She walked into the hotel room first and dropped her bag on the floor. "Tonight we're not fucking around with romance," she said. "You're going to learn the real definition of a smut."
I kicked the door shut behind me and grabbed her by the hips, yanking her back against my already hard cock. "Show me then. No bullshit."
Her hand went straight to my belt. She undid it fast, shoved my jeans down, and wrapped her fingers around my dick. "This is it," she said, stroking me rough from base to tip. "Two people using each other until we can't think straight. No pretty words. Just this."
She dropped to her knees right there on the carpet. Her mouth opened wide and she took me deep in one go, no teasing. Spit ran down my shaft as she bobbed fast, gagging when the head hit the back of her throat. I held her hair and fucked her face, hips snapping forward while she looked up at me with watery eyes.
"Get it sloppy," I told her. "That's what smut looks like."
She pulled off, strings of spit connecting her lips to my cock. "My turn." She stood, peeled her dress off, and bent over the bed. "Eat my cunt like you mean it."
I got behind her and buried my face between her ass cheeks. My tongue dragged through her wet folds, then pushed inside. She tasted sharp and hot. I licked her clit hard and fast while two fingers slid into her pussy. She pushed back against my mouth, grinding. "Deeper. Fuck me with your tongue."
I stood up, lined my cock up, and slammed inside her in one thrust. She was tight and soaked. I gripped her hips and pounded her, the slap of skin loud in the room. Every time I bottomed out she grunted. "Harder. Make it filthy."
I reached around and rubbed her clit in quick circles. She came fast, pussy clenching around me, but I didn't stop. I kept driving into her until her legs shook. Then I pulled out, flipped her onto her back, and shoved back in. Her tits bounced with every thrust. I leaned down and sucked one nipple hard, biting just enough to make her yelp.
"Definition of a smut," she panted, "is not stopping when you come. It's using the other person until they're wrecked."
I pulled out and flipped her again, this time onto her stomach. I spread her ass and pushed back into her pussy from behind, deeper angle. My thumb pressed against her asshole, rubbing but not going in yet. She moaned into the sheets. "Do it. Finger my ass while you fuck me."
I worked my thumb in slow, then faster, matching the rhythm of my cock. She reached down and rubbed her own clit. The room smelled like sex and sweat. Her second orgasm hit harder; she screamed into the mattress and her whole body jerked.
I wasn't done. I pulled out, rolled her over again, and straddled her chest. "Open." She did. I fucked her mouth while she fingered herself. When I was close I pulled back and came across her tits and face, thick ropes landing on her skin. She scooped some up with her fingers and licked them clean.
We didn't rest long. She pushed me onto my back and climbed on top, sinking down onto my cock again. She rode me dirty, hips rolling and grinding, tits in my face. I slapped her ass hard enough to leave red prints. "Ride it like you own it," I told her.
She leaned forward, hands on my chest, and bounced faster. "This is smut. No love. Just need." She came again, soaking my cock and balls. I grabbed her waist and thrust up into her until I filled her up, hot and deep.
We lay there breathing hard. Sweat cooled on our skin. After a minute she looked at me and said, "That's the definition. You get it now?"
"Yeah," I said. "Round two in ten minutes. Same rules."
She smiled, already reaching for my cock again.
