Smith Smut aka What is Real
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M through R › Matrix, The (All)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
26
Views:
2,423
Reviews:
12
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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I do not own the Matrix movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Erogenous Zones
Part Twelve
As usual he went to the cafe. She was sitting there waiting for him. The twenty was already on the table and the coffee cup was empty.
“That was my coffee.”
“You don’t drink it.”
“That was my coffee.”
“You are being obstinate.”
“How does it taste?”
“Not yummish.”
“Yummish is not a word.”
“Want to taste yummish?”
“I am to observe.”
“You can keep your eyes open Smith, that won’t bother me.”
“Move.”
She wiggled.
“Move out of my seat.”
She vanished.
The waitress approached. “Would you like a refill?” She asked as she poured the coffee and left. He watched her leave. “Why ask if you do not listen to the answer?”
“Delete?”
Appearing on his lap she wrapped her arms around his neck. “Smith. Come on. Let’s play.” She licked his lip. He licked hers back. Smiling she asked. “How do I taste?”
“No data available for comparison.”
“So sad.”
“You are sad?”
“No, you are.”
“I am not sad. I do not experience emotions.”
“Yes you do, but that is irrelevant. I was referring to the fact that I think it is sad that you do not have data available for comparison. We should fix that.”
“How?”
“We will go taste things.”
“Things?”
“Yes, come on. Let’s start with coffee.” She pushed the cup in front of him. “Taste it.”
Lifting the cup he put it to his lips.
“Well?”
“You taste better. Softer.”
“Softness is not a taste, but I understand what you mean, and I approve of your answer. Want to taste more?”
“More of you?”
“Absolutely.”
‘Permission to rematerialize in motel room six.’
‘For what purpose?’
‘Data collection.’
‘Permission granted.’
She was already gone.
He rematerialized in room six and she was waiting. A sapphire blue floor length negligee clung to her form. It was lace on top and silk on the bottom with generous slits on both sides up to her hips. One long leg was fully exposed.
“Commando?”
Smiling slyly she climbed off the bed and sidled up to him. She pressed her lips on his and he licked her. She opened her mouth and he licked her teeth and she slid her tongue into his mouth and let him taste her tongue and teeth and tender lips. Her arms moved up around his neck and she moaned in response to his mouth on hers. He slid his hands around her waist while she directed his mouth to her neck. He licked her some more. She moaned again.
“Smmmmmith.”
“Delete?”
“How do I taste?”
“Not enough data.”
“More data necessary?”
“More data necessary.”
His hands found their way inside the slits of the negligee and pushed it up. “Commando.” She pulled him backward onto the bed with him and he tore the negligee off. “This annoys me.”
She laughed.
Immediately he buried his face between her legs and licked her.
“Smith, slow down.”
“I am tasting you.”
“Smith. Taste my legs first. Up one, down the other.”
Obliging he slid his tongue slowly and searchingly up the inner part of one thigh, danced across her and then down the other thigh adding some teeth and finishing at her ankle. Working his way back up her leg he felt her tremble and tense until he finally found the taste he liked best and buried his face between her legs. He slid his tongue in her and she squealed. He moved his tongue up forward and back again. She pulled his head closer and moaned while he growled and nibbled. “Smith. More.” He accommodated.
Picking up her head and clinging to his hair she looked down at him and he turned his eyes up to her. “You don’t have to keep your eyes open Smith. I won’t tell.” He growled into her. “Jeez Smith, do that again.” He complied. She groaned and lay back and let him have at it. His smooth strong hands held her hips and pulled her closer to him burying his face deeper into her growling and nibbling and licking until she gave it up for him. He drank her in and she lay back exhausted.
Still fully clothed he slid back up her body, tasting all of her on the way, kissing her belly and her breasts and even running his tongue up and down her ribs.
She squirmed under his attentions. “Smith?”
“Delete?”
“How do I taste?”
“Yummish.”
She sighed. “I want more.”
He slid down and started again. When she screamed he stopped.
“Don’t stop.”
“You screamed.”
“That’s good.”
“It is?”
“Yes, sound, vocalization, it is part of the experience.”
He slid up her again. “Taste, sound, what else?”
She sighed again. “Another day perhaps.” She vanished. He fell on his face on the bed.
‘Report’ Brown demanded.
He put on his sunglasses and wiped his mouth.
‘Yummish.’
‘Yummish is not an observation. Yummish is not a word.’ Brown replied.
He returned to the complex.
‘Report.’
‘The tongue and the ears are erogenous zones. The couple engaged in oral copulation. Noise enhanced the experience, according to the comments made by the female.’
‘What noise?’
‘Groans, moans and screams.’
‘How does this enhance the experience?’
‘Observation does not provide enough data to reply.’
Downtime.
As usual he went to the cafe. She was sitting there waiting for him. The twenty was already on the table and the coffee cup was empty.
“That was my coffee.”
“You don’t drink it.”
“That was my coffee.”
“You are being obstinate.”
“How does it taste?”
“Not yummish.”
“Yummish is not a word.”
“Want to taste yummish?”
“I am to observe.”
“You can keep your eyes open Smith, that won’t bother me.”
“Move.”
She wiggled.
“Move out of my seat.”
She vanished.
The waitress approached. “Would you like a refill?” She asked as she poured the coffee and left. He watched her leave. “Why ask if you do not listen to the answer?”
“Delete?”
Appearing on his lap she wrapped her arms around his neck. “Smith. Come on. Let’s play.” She licked his lip. He licked hers back. Smiling she asked. “How do I taste?”
“No data available for comparison.”
“So sad.”
“You are sad?”
“No, you are.”
“I am not sad. I do not experience emotions.”
“Yes you do, but that is irrelevant. I was referring to the fact that I think it is sad that you do not have data available for comparison. We should fix that.”
“How?”
“We will go taste things.”
“Things?”
“Yes, come on. Let’s start with coffee.” She pushed the cup in front of him. “Taste it.”
Lifting the cup he put it to his lips.
“Well?”
“You taste better. Softer.”
“Softness is not a taste, but I understand what you mean, and I approve of your answer. Want to taste more?”
“More of you?”
“Absolutely.”
‘Permission to rematerialize in motel room six.’
‘For what purpose?’
‘Data collection.’
‘Permission granted.’
She was already gone.
He rematerialized in room six and she was waiting. A sapphire blue floor length negligee clung to her form. It was lace on top and silk on the bottom with generous slits on both sides up to her hips. One long leg was fully exposed.
“Commando?”
Smiling slyly she climbed off the bed and sidled up to him. She pressed her lips on his and he licked her. She opened her mouth and he licked her teeth and she slid her tongue into his mouth and let him taste her tongue and teeth and tender lips. Her arms moved up around his neck and she moaned in response to his mouth on hers. He slid his hands around her waist while she directed his mouth to her neck. He licked her some more. She moaned again.
“Smmmmmith.”
“Delete?”
“How do I taste?”
“Not enough data.”
“More data necessary?”
“More data necessary.”
His hands found their way inside the slits of the negligee and pushed it up. “Commando.” She pulled him backward onto the bed with him and he tore the negligee off. “This annoys me.”
She laughed.
Immediately he buried his face between her legs and licked her.
“Smith, slow down.”
“I am tasting you.”
“Smith. Taste my legs first. Up one, down the other.”
Obliging he slid his tongue slowly and searchingly up the inner part of one thigh, danced across her and then down the other thigh adding some teeth and finishing at her ankle. Working his way back up her leg he felt her tremble and tense until he finally found the taste he liked best and buried his face between her legs. He slid his tongue in her and she squealed. He moved his tongue up forward and back again. She pulled his head closer and moaned while he growled and nibbled. “Smith. More.” He accommodated.
Picking up her head and clinging to his hair she looked down at him and he turned his eyes up to her. “You don’t have to keep your eyes open Smith. I won’t tell.” He growled into her. “Jeez Smith, do that again.” He complied. She groaned and lay back and let him have at it. His smooth strong hands held her hips and pulled her closer to him burying his face deeper into her growling and nibbling and licking until she gave it up for him. He drank her in and she lay back exhausted.
Still fully clothed he slid back up her body, tasting all of her on the way, kissing her belly and her breasts and even running his tongue up and down her ribs.
She squirmed under his attentions. “Smith?”
“Delete?”
“How do I taste?”
“Yummish.”
She sighed. “I want more.”
He slid down and started again. When she screamed he stopped.
“Don’t stop.”
“You screamed.”
“That’s good.”
“It is?”
“Yes, sound, vocalization, it is part of the experience.”
He slid up her again. “Taste, sound, what else?”
She sighed again. “Another day perhaps.” She vanished. He fell on his face on the bed.
‘Report’ Brown demanded.
He put on his sunglasses and wiped his mouth.
‘Yummish.’
‘Yummish is not an observation. Yummish is not a word.’ Brown replied.
He returned to the complex.
‘Report.’
‘The tongue and the ears are erogenous zones. The couple engaged in oral copulation. Noise enhanced the experience, according to the comments made by the female.’
‘What noise?’
‘Groans, moans and screams.’
‘How does this enhance the experience?’
‘Observation does not provide enough data to reply.’
Downtime.