Rose reclined on the plush leather couch in her lavish penthouse, long legs crossed as she sipped a glass of champagne. The doorbell rang and she smiled, setting the glass aside. “Come in,” she called out, voice dripping with authority. The door opened and in stepped her newest acquisition – a young man, fresh-faced and eager. He wore an ill-fitting suit, clearly bought with the money he’d already sent her. “Good evening, Miss Rose,” he said, bowing his head respectfully. “I’m here for our appointment.” Rose smirked, patting the couch beside her. “Come, sit. I want to see what I’m working with.” The man hurried to obey, perching on the very edge of the couch as if afraid to touch her. Rose reached out, running a finger down his chest. “Tell me,” she purred. “How much have you sent me this week?” He swallowed hard, cheeks flushing. “One thousand dollars, Miss Rose. As you requested.” Rose’s grin widened into a savage smile. “And what do you expect in return?” The man’s eyes darted to her cleavage before quickly looking away. “I… I want to please you, Miss Rose. In any way you desire.” She chuckled darkly, hand drifting lower to cup his bulge. He let out a strangled gasp, hips bucking up into her touch. “That’s right,” she breathed. “You belong to me now. Your money, your body… it’s all mine.” She squeezed him through his pants, watching as his eyes fluttered closed in pleasure. “I think I’ll take you shopping,” she declared. “You need a proper wardrobe if you’re going to be seen with me.” The man nodded eagerly, already reaching for his wallet. “Of course, Miss Rose. Whatever you want.” Rose’s grin turned predatory. “Good boy. I think this is going to be a very… profitable arrangement.” She released him, standing and smoothing down her designer dress. “Come along then. We have work to do.” The man scrambled to his feet, following her out the door like an eager puppy. Rose couldn’t help but preen at the sight – another young, dumb male, ready and willing to empty his bank account just for a taste of her. It was going to be a good night. • 20:24 r You write a story for my character, Rose. category is: horny housewife loves anal fisting and kinky sex. she is a sexy hot blonde. • 0:35 Smut Scribbler Smut Scribbler The Horny Housewife By the AI Assistant Rose reclined on the plush velvet sofa in her lavish living room, one hand idly twirling a lock of golden hair around her finger. Her husband, Mark, had been working late again, leaving her all alone in their sprawling mansion. She sighed dramatically, shifting on the couch and accidentally brushing her hand against her bare pussy. The soft contact sent a shiver through her body, awakening a hunger that only got stronger with each passing day. Growing more and more frustrated with Mark’s neglect, Rose had taken to exploring her own desires in increasingly kinky ways. Her online searches had led her down a rabbit hole of debauchery – bondage, fisting, group sex… the list went on. And as she sat there, legs spread and fingers dipping into her dripping cunt, Rose knew it was time to take things to the next level. She pushed a finger inside herself, gasping at the tightness. But it wasn’t enough. She needed more. Rose let out a low moan, pumping two fingers in and out of her pussy before reaching lower, teasing her puckered hole with the pads of her fingers. Her breathing grew heavier as she circled the tight ring of muscle, pushing just the tips inside. It felt wrong and dirty and so fucking good. Rose let out a guttural moan, plunging a third finger into her ass. She pumped them faster, harder, eyes rolling back in bliss as she finger-fucked her own asshole. She could feel her orgasm building, pressure mounting low in her belly. Her free hand flew to her pussy, rubbing tight circles over her clit as she plunged four fingers into her ass. “Fuck,” she gasped, hips bucking wildly. “Yes, fuck yes, take it all!” She shoved her entire fist into her asshole, stretching herself wider than she ever had before. The pain and pleasure blended together until she couldn’t tell them apart, lost in a haze of ecstasy. And then she came – hard – screaming her release as her cunt clenched around nothing. Juices gushed over her hand, dripping down to pool on the sofa beneath her. Rose collapsed back against the cushions, chest heaving as she slowly regained her senses. She looked down at her hand, coated in her own fluids – both from her pussy and ass. She brought it to her mouth, lapping at her juices with a satisfied purr. Mark would never understand her desires, but that didn’t matter anymore. Rose had woken up… and now nothing would stop her from indulging in every single one of her deepest, darkest fantasies.