She asked the question with her mouth full of his cock, lips stretched wide and spit running down her chin. "What does smut mean in slang?" The words came out muffled and wet around his thick shaft, but he heard every syllable.
He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pushed her deeper until her nose pressed against his stomach. "It means exactly this, you filthy girl. Dirty stories. Filthy books. The kind where people fuck raw and talk nasty and don't stop until everyone's dripping and used." He pulled her off his dick with a wet pop and slapped the heavy head against her cheek. "Smut is when you stop pretending you're a good girl and start begging for cock like the slut you are."
She moaned and tried to chase his dick with her mouth again, but he held her back by the hair. Her pussy was already soaked, thighs shiny with it. He could smell how turned on she was. "Say it again," he ordered.
"What does smut mean in slang?" she repeated, voice hoarse.
He hauled her up and bent her over the arm of the couch, yanking her shorts and panties down in one rough tug. Her ass cheeks spread as he kicked her feet apart. Two fingers shoved straight into her cunt without warning, pumping hard and fast. "Smut means taking this dripping hole whenever I want. Means calling you a cock-hungry whore while I stretch you open." His thumb found her clit and rubbed tight circles while his fingers curled inside her, hitting that spot that made her legs shake.
She pushed back against his hand, greedy for more. "Tell me more," she gasped.
He pulled his fingers out and wiped her own slick across her asshole, pressing the tip of one finger there until she whined. "Smut is when you let me fuck every hole. When you moan like a porn star and ask for it deeper, harder, dirtier." He lined his cock up with her pussy and slammed in balls-deep on the first thrust. She cried out, gripping the couch cushions. He didn't give her time to adjust, just started pounding, skin slapping loud and wet.
Every stroke dragged filthy words out of him. "This is smut. This is what those books are about. Girls like you getting railed until they can't think straight. Until all they want is cum leaking out of them." He reached around and pinched her clit, rolling it between his fingers while he fucked her harder. Her walls fluttered and clenched around him.
She came with a broken shout, pussy pulsing and gushing around his cock. He kept thrusting through it, chasing his own edge. "That's it. Squirt on my dick like a good little smut slut." When he was close he pulled out, spun her around, and shoved her to her knees again. She opened her mouth without being told and stuck out her tongue.
Thick ropes of cum painted her face and tongue. Some landed on her lips, some on her cheek. She swallowed what she could and licked the rest off her lips while he watched, breathing hard. He rubbed the head of his cock through the mess on her skin, smearing it around.
"Now you know," he said, voice low. "Smut means this. No pretending. Just raw, nasty fucking."
She smiled up at him, cum still dripping from her chin. "Teach me another word."
