Smith Smut aka What is Real
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M through R › Matrix, The (All)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
26
Views:
2,424
Reviews:
12
Recommended:
0
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.
Pain and Pleasure
Part Thirteen
He sat at the cafe. He sipped the coffee. The twenty sat on the table.
She appeared on the seat next to him.
“How does it taste?”
“Not yummy.”
She smiled. “Smith?”
“Delete?”
“What will you observe today?”
“What do you recommend?”
She sat up. “How about them?” She pointed to a couple walking hand in hand.
“Why?”
“They are in love.”
“They are not real.”
“Yes, they are.”
“You do not understand Delete.”
“I do Smith, you do not, but you will, you are almost there.”
“Delete?”
“Yes Smith.”
“I enjoyed your orgasm.“
She smiled. “So did I.” She said dreamily.
“I enjoyed mine more.”
She laughed. “We can do that simultaneously you know.”
“Okay.”
She laughed again. “That was a comment of fact, not an invitation.”
‘Permission to materialize in room six’
‘For what purpose’
‘Observation of male/female simultaneous orgasms.’
She laughed out loud and vanished.
‘Permission granted. Do not harm occupants.’
‘I will not harm occupants. I will comply.’
He rematerialized in room six.
She was there, in a red negligee this time. She took his sunglasses off and put them on herself. “Do you like this color better?”
“What difference does the color make?”
“Visual stimulation is an important part.”
“Sound, taste, sight.”
“Yes Smith. All of those. Do you like this color better?”
“No, I like blue better.”
“Why did you rip it off then?”
“I like you better.”
She smiled. She sidled up to him and slid her arms around his neck. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him. He responded with a nice growl and opened his mouth to hers. He slid his tongue into her mouth and pulled her tightly against him. He bit her.
“Ouch.”
Her lip was bleeding. He licked it.
“Smith.”
“Delete,” he growled at her.
She grinned. She walked around behind him and slid his jacket off. She walked around in front of him again and now was wearing a black leather bra and panties, spike heel shoes and some chains.
He growled again, with some passion.
“You like black better?” He slipped his hands around her waist. She pulled his shirt apart, popping off several of the buttons. She pushed it off of him. Then she began working on taking off his pants. He pulled on her panties. She slapped his hand. “I’m in charge here.”
He smiled.
“You do smile! Smith.” She held a riding crop in her hand. She slapped the back of his naked thigh with it. He flinched slightly. He grabbed her wrist and took it out of her hand.
“Why are you trying to hurt me?”
“I am not trying to hurt you Smith. Pain and pleasure Smith.”
“Pain: a basic bodily sensation induced by a noxious stimulus received by naked nerve endings, characterized by physical discomfort and typically leading to evasive action.” He looked at her quizzically. “Not compatible with pleasure.“
“You just don’t understand Smith. Let me help you.” She reached for the riding crop but he grabbed her wrist again and twisted her arm behind her. He kissed her hard and drove his tongue into her mouth.
She fell back under him and he held her down on the ground. He bit her neck.
“Ow”
“I understand” he said, “let me show you.”
“Smith.”
”Delete.”
He held her wrists against the floor and pressed his body against hers. He kissed her neck and lips and bit her ears. She twisted and moaned under him. “Smith.”
“Pain or pleasure, Delete. Which do you like?”
“Both.”
“Which do you want?”
“Both.”
He sucked on her lips again. He held her wrist so tight her hands were turning cold. “Smith.”
“Delete.”
“You are hurting me.”
“You like that?”
“No.”
He sat up. “You said you like pain.”
“There is a difference Smith. Pain, the right way, can intensify the pleasure. Hurt, is just hurt. I don’t want you to hurt me. I want you to please me. I want to please you. A little nip or slap, a playful slap, like I did to your thigh, that is enjoyable, a game, foreplay. But to hurt someone, that is not acceptable.”
He looked frustrated.
“It’s ok Smith. Too much too fast. Sorry.” She stood up and walked around behind him. She kneeled behind him and rubbed his shoulders and back. He relaxed. She helped him lay down on his back. She was naked now. She crawled over him, sliding her hands down his sides. She traced her tongue down across his belly until she was lying on top of him. “Let’s go back to taste.”
She slid her mouth over him. He slid his tongue up her thigh. She slid her mouth down on him. He slid his tongue up in her. She moaned. He moaned. They continued. They achieved simultaneous orgasms. She sprawled out on him, her head resting on his thigh. He lay on his back, one arm behind his head.
“Delete?” He said as he ran his fingers up the inside of her legs.
“What Smith.”
“I like taste.”
“Hmmm. Me too Smith.”
“I like touch too,” he added as he ran his finger in her.
“Smith. We didn’t talk about touch yet.”
“Experience is better than talk.”
“Mmm.” She moaned. “Smith. Stop.”
“Why?”
“Because, you are making me crazy.”
He slid his finger in and out of her. She pulled away and went to the bed and lay down.
He walked over to her and stared at her body. “I am a voyeur.”
She laughed.
‘Report.’
She vanished.
He rematerialized at the cafe, fully dressed. He covered his eyes with his sunglasses.
He returned to the complex
‘Report.’
‘Male female couple achieved simultaneous orgasm.’
‘How?’
‘Simultaneous oral sex.’
‘Purpose?’
‘Orgasm.’
‘Other observations.’
‘There is a direct link between pain and pleasure. Pain can enhance pleasure. ‘
‘Expound.’
‘Not enough data.’
‘Other observations.’
‘Visual stimulation enhances pleasure.’
‘Expound.’
‘Female dressed provocatively to arouse male.’
‘Result.’
‘Male aroused.’
‘Other observations.’
‘No other observations to report.’
Downtime. ¯
He sat at the cafe. He sipped the coffee. The twenty sat on the table.
She appeared on the seat next to him.
“How does it taste?”
“Not yummy.”
She smiled. “Smith?”
“Delete?”
“What will you observe today?”
“What do you recommend?”
She sat up. “How about them?” She pointed to a couple walking hand in hand.
“Why?”
“They are in love.”
“They are not real.”
“Yes, they are.”
“You do not understand Delete.”
“I do Smith, you do not, but you will, you are almost there.”
“Delete?”
“Yes Smith.”
“I enjoyed your orgasm.“
She smiled. “So did I.” She said dreamily.
“I enjoyed mine more.”
She laughed. “We can do that simultaneously you know.”
“Okay.”
She laughed again. “That was a comment of fact, not an invitation.”
‘Permission to materialize in room six’
‘For what purpose’
‘Observation of male/female simultaneous orgasms.’
She laughed out loud and vanished.
‘Permission granted. Do not harm occupants.’
‘I will not harm occupants. I will comply.’
He rematerialized in room six.
She was there, in a red negligee this time. She took his sunglasses off and put them on herself. “Do you like this color better?”
“What difference does the color make?”
“Visual stimulation is an important part.”
“Sound, taste, sight.”
“Yes Smith. All of those. Do you like this color better?”
“No, I like blue better.”
“Why did you rip it off then?”
“I like you better.”
She smiled. She sidled up to him and slid her arms around his neck. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him. He responded with a nice growl and opened his mouth to hers. He slid his tongue into her mouth and pulled her tightly against him. He bit her.
“Ouch.”
Her lip was bleeding. He licked it.
“Smith.”
“Delete,” he growled at her.
She grinned. She walked around behind him and slid his jacket off. She walked around in front of him again and now was wearing a black leather bra and panties, spike heel shoes and some chains.
He growled again, with some passion.
“You like black better?” He slipped his hands around her waist. She pulled his shirt apart, popping off several of the buttons. She pushed it off of him. Then she began working on taking off his pants. He pulled on her panties. She slapped his hand. “I’m in charge here.”
He smiled.
“You do smile! Smith.” She held a riding crop in her hand. She slapped the back of his naked thigh with it. He flinched slightly. He grabbed her wrist and took it out of her hand.
“Why are you trying to hurt me?”
“I am not trying to hurt you Smith. Pain and pleasure Smith.”
“Pain: a basic bodily sensation induced by a noxious stimulus received by naked nerve endings, characterized by physical discomfort and typically leading to evasive action.” He looked at her quizzically. “Not compatible with pleasure.“
“You just don’t understand Smith. Let me help you.” She reached for the riding crop but he grabbed her wrist again and twisted her arm behind her. He kissed her hard and drove his tongue into her mouth.
She fell back under him and he held her down on the ground. He bit her neck.
“Ow”
“I understand” he said, “let me show you.”
“Smith.”
”Delete.”
He held her wrists against the floor and pressed his body against hers. He kissed her neck and lips and bit her ears. She twisted and moaned under him. “Smith.”
“Pain or pleasure, Delete. Which do you like?”
“Both.”
“Which do you want?”
“Both.”
He sucked on her lips again. He held her wrist so tight her hands were turning cold. “Smith.”
“Delete.”
“You are hurting me.”
“You like that?”
“No.”
He sat up. “You said you like pain.”
“There is a difference Smith. Pain, the right way, can intensify the pleasure. Hurt, is just hurt. I don’t want you to hurt me. I want you to please me. I want to please you. A little nip or slap, a playful slap, like I did to your thigh, that is enjoyable, a game, foreplay. But to hurt someone, that is not acceptable.”
He looked frustrated.
“It’s ok Smith. Too much too fast. Sorry.” She stood up and walked around behind him. She kneeled behind him and rubbed his shoulders and back. He relaxed. She helped him lay down on his back. She was naked now. She crawled over him, sliding her hands down his sides. She traced her tongue down across his belly until she was lying on top of him. “Let’s go back to taste.”
She slid her mouth over him. He slid his tongue up her thigh. She slid her mouth down on him. He slid his tongue up in her. She moaned. He moaned. They continued. They achieved simultaneous orgasms. She sprawled out on him, her head resting on his thigh. He lay on his back, one arm behind his head.
“Delete?” He said as he ran his fingers up the inside of her legs.
“What Smith.”
“I like taste.”
“Hmmm. Me too Smith.”
“I like touch too,” he added as he ran his finger in her.
“Smith. We didn’t talk about touch yet.”
“Experience is better than talk.”
“Mmm.” She moaned. “Smith. Stop.”
“Why?”
“Because, you are making me crazy.”
He slid his finger in and out of her. She pulled away and went to the bed and lay down.
He walked over to her and stared at her body. “I am a voyeur.”
She laughed.
‘Report.’
She vanished.
He rematerialized at the cafe, fully dressed. He covered his eyes with his sunglasses.
He returned to the complex
‘Report.’
‘Male female couple achieved simultaneous orgasm.’
‘How?’
‘Simultaneous oral sex.’
‘Purpose?’
‘Orgasm.’
‘Other observations.’
‘There is a direct link between pain and pleasure. Pain can enhance pleasure. ‘
‘Expound.’
‘Not enough data.’
‘Other observations.’
‘Visual stimulation enhances pleasure.’
‘Expound.’
‘Female dressed provocatively to arouse male.’
‘Result.’
‘Male aroused.’
‘Other observations.’
‘No other observations to report.’
Downtime. ¯