Somewhere at the Smith

A tale from The Smith Hotel. We do hope you enjoy a peek inside of our hallowed walls, we welcome all. Consider The Smith an all you can sex buffet, you need only ask to have it your way. 

I’d fallen asleep and woke up in paradise. When invited I had no idea what I was really getting into but I had every intention to indulge in whatever I came across. From the looks of it overindulgence was in my near future and the idea of being full had never been so compelling.  

I looked over at my new friend who was quickly becoming my best friend. I met Allison while on a date of sorts. I’d sent my companion to the bar to get me a drink and when I looked up she had her clutches in him. I could see him slowly falling under her spell and heat rose within me. 

I approached them and something in her noticed something in me. We were the same. Her wedding ring shined brightly on her finger as did mine and she knew like I knew that the man wasn’t my husband. While Edward was flustered as if he’d been caught with his hand in the cookie jar we eyed one another quizzically. She had dark brown skin that seemed pore-less. While I had nice skin, hers was flawless. Her brown eyes were thin skits where mine were huge and round and her straight jet black hair was disheveled as if she’d just been fucked. He apologized for blatantly flirting while out with me, I feigned despair brushing him off. As I watched him walk away deciding he was weak, Allison laughed. I looked back to her, “What’s funny?” She held up her hands.

“Nothing. My bad. I owe you a drink.” She called over the bartender who I realized was also under her thrall. 

“Well look at you. Seems you can have any man in here, including mine.” She handed me my drink. 

“Was he? Your man I mean. Was he your guy?” I held up my hand and pointed to my ring. 

“I have a husband, I don’t traffic in mistresses. I only indulge in zip less fucks now and then. Plus he was weak, a real man would’ve figured out a way to have us both.” She nodded a smile on her face. We sat in silence for a second sipping our drinks. I was about to take my leave when she stopped me. 

“Why do you do it?” She was a stranger, I didn’t know her from Adam, but I felt compelled to answer. I guess it was the thing. The thing in her that was also in me. “Why do I cheat on my husband?” She stirred her drink with her finger and sucked it off before taking a sip. 

“Yes. Why do you choose to have sex with other men?” I quickly realized everything she did was a trap. Every motion she made enticed men, hell it enticed me. She was a siren, through and through and I didn’t even think she was aware. 

“I learned long ago it wasn’t a choice but an innate need to possess and be possessed. I live in a fairytale married to my high school sweetheart. Only I never desired a fairytale.. I desired the fantasy. Sitting in a house cooking and cleaning all day left me with a lot to fantasize about and one day I stepped out of my shell and into myself. I haven’t looked back since.” Her eyes shined as I spoke. She was smiling again. 

“I’m Allison. Allison West, and you are?” She offered me her hand, 

“Lisa Desmont.” I shook her hand and I knew we were on the road to being a hellish pair. 

“Nice to meet you Lisa.” 

We sat at the bar the rest of the evening sharing our plots to seduce men we saw. We didn’t act on them, simply shared our brands of entrapment. While she seduced with her being, her presence, and her movements, I seduced solely with my tongue. I was a wordsmith and could talk myself into and out of everything. 

When the night was over we both went home alone. We exchanged numbers and made plans to do this again, only the next time we would be hunting. We spent a lot of nights out together and every time we would seduce, fuck, and dump. We spent so much time out together we began using each other as alibis. I was out with my new friend Allison and she was having drinks at Lisa’s. It was perfect. 

After a while it stopped being an alibi. I’d go over to her place or she’d come over to mine, we’d go for drinks and just talk about the men we’d enjoyed, or we’d be out shopping. We quickly became friends because we shared something we didn’t show anyone else in our lives. When she invited me to The Smith I was more than willing to go. She described it as a sex haven where no one would know who we were and we could do whatever we pleased. Before I had gotten off the phone I was buying my ticket and she was booking rooms. I told Rodney I was taking a girls trip and he encouraged me to go and have fun. If only he knew.  

When we got there we both were floored. The place was nothing I could’ve ever imagined. I found myself praying thanking God for Monica and Desiree Smith. Whoever they were, they were goddesses. Black queens who for whatever reason had made my wildest dreams come true. 

“Welcome ladies and gentlemen, to The Smith,” the hostess said, opening the door to what I can only describe as the biggest orgy I’d ever seen. While everyone wasn’t fucking one another, they could’ve been. Sex was everywhere, in front of my eyes, in my ears, every inch of the room was littered with men and women fucking in one way or another. I began to feel overwhelmed. 

Allison and I shared a look. Fire filled her gaze and her face said she was in her true happy place. And I was in the place of my wet dreams. 

“Allison, what have you gotten me into?” I asked, repenting in advance for all the sinning I had planned. 

“I’m not sure if it’s heaven or hell, but I’m about to find out.” She said before looking around the room. Leaving me she retreated to the bar. 

I took it all in. Desire coursed through my veins and I became anxious not knowing what or who to try first. A beautiful chocolate man caught my eye and motioned me toward him with his finger and as if in a trance my feet began moving towards him. 

“You are absolutely stunning.” His voice was deep and smooth. I could feel myself blush.

“Am I?” He grabbed my hand and placed it on his erection. 

“You did this.” 

I raised an eyebrow, “Are you sure?” I glanced around the room. “I think you could get hard simply walking around this place.”

“Are you wet from simply walking around this place?” 

I took his hand and slid it into my shorts. I bit my lip as he tested my waters. I was soaked. Hell I was wet in anticipation hours ago. He licked his licks in obvious approval. 

“I see.” I looked around the room, inches from us a woman was getting fucked in the ass. On my left a man was getting his dick sucked by two women. I immediately felt odd, I was standing in the middle of a sex den fully clothed and conversing instead of fucking. It must have shone on my face that I felt out of place.

“What is it?” I looked back at him.

“Why aren’t you having sex? I feel like I should be having sex... like people who aren’t having sex shouldn’t be here.” He laughed. His hand had never left my pussy... my hand was still on his dick which to my delight was nice and thick. 

“Well some people like to do and some people like to watch,” he nodded towards people at the bar sipping their drinks, eyes glazed with desire watching the crowd enveloped in sex. I spotted Allison bent over the bar getting the fucking of a lifetime from some fine ass brother. I applauded her in my head and was instantly jealous. I needed to join the festivities quickly. “Me, I’ve been waiting for you.”

Fingers that were on my clit were now inside of me. I sighed from pleasure as I melted in his hand. 

“For me?” I moaned out. God this man was something. Through shaded eyes I stared at him. He was taller than me, but he wasn’t making the NBA anytime soon. His chocolate skin looked delicious, and his hazel eyes were making me drip. No, his fingers were making me drip. I removed my hand from his penis and touched his lips, willing him to answer me. 

“Yes, you. There’s something about you. Why are you here?” Huh? Why was anyone here?

“To engage in the other.” 

“The other?”

“The other things. The things I can’t do at home. The other things people want to do but deem too nasty. The other things. The things my parents would frown upon and my husband would cringe at. The things I’ve always fantasized about.”

“What do you fantasize about?” My words got caught in my throat when he slid a third finger into me. The sensation was more than I could take standing up. I wanted to sit on them, bouncing on them, fuck them. 

“Why are you here?” I gasped as he removed his hand to my dismay and licked his fingers.

“I’m here to make fantasies come true. Yours? Tell me and I’ll fulfill it. Right here. Right now. Whatever it is.” His urgency let me know he wasn’t fucking around. The seriousness of his tone took me off guard. 

“Why me?” 

As a woman who liked to choose and seduce her men I loved knowing what drew men to me. Yes, I had long curly brown hair, a round yet slender face, two green saucers for eyes, a raw honey complexion, and the body of my African mother. All this aside I wanted it to be more than that. 

I wanted them to see me, see my desire and own it. Make it theirs. The same way I would make theirs mine, their pleasure too. It was where my thrill resided and as beautiful as I was, there were beautiful women all around us. Naked beautiful women at that. Beauty simply wasn’t enough reason, in my mind, for someone to want to fuck me. 

“Something about you. Tell me. Please.” I couldn’t pick a fantasy... I only knew I wanted to be wild, I wanted to be bold. 

“I want you inside of me,” he looked as if I were joking with my trivial desires. I scanned the room and pointed at another man enjoying the view. “And I want him inside of me.” This perked him up. 

“You want to have a threesome.”

“No, a threesome is when all three partners fuck one another. Are you going to let him fuck you too?”

“Hell no!” He laughed.

“That’s what I thought. No, I want the two of you to fuck me. I’ve always wanted to enjoy two men. I think the kids call it a train these days.” 

“A train huh?”

“Choo motherfucking choo.” He laughed at me again and told me to wait as he went to enlist our new friend.

I was hesitant to take a seat on the furniture here. There was so much sex going on it couldn’t have been sanitary but something in me said fuck it. I stripped down and folded my clothes neatly. It wasn’t lost on me that I didn’t have anywhere to store them and I didn’t yet know what I’d get into. Then it donned on me, I didn’t give a fuck about those $29 shorts or that shirt. This seemed to be an clothing optional place and I was pretty sure the last thing anyone was worried about in here was stealing someone’s clothes.  I relaxed on a chaise lounge that was somehow free. When he came back he too was naked and he and our friend were wearing condoms. Safety first. 

“Are you ready?” I bit my lip and nodded before another thought invaded.

“Wait, what are your names?”

“I’m Tony.” Ok so Mr. Fulfiller of Desire was Tony.

“They call me Black.” Aptly named after his midnight complexion. He was more than handsome, more than buff, more than hung.

“Tony and Black. I’m Lisa.” Black sat down beside me and began palming my breast. I was surprised he was the first to touch me but I could only imagine the pool of desire within him after watching a show like the one being put on here. Tony spread my legs over the side of the chaise and began playing with my petals. 

“Do you have any rules Lisa?” I couldn’t think of one then I remembered something pertinent.

“Yes, I love cum. So please don’t let yourself go without residing in my mouth.” 

It was on. My words stirred a frenzy, hands grabbed me, caressed me. Two sets of lips pressed into my flesh simultaneously making me shiver. There was a tongue flickering around my hard nipple. Black trapped it with his teeth and pulled, making me gasp. So he was the rough one.

Tony took the other end letting his tongue slide over my toes and up my leg. I squirmed against the leather sliding in my moisture. Pulling my body to the edge he slid his finger up and down my clit. I was slick. As soon as his skin touched my bulb I bucked. It was too much. It was too good. Way too much good. 

“You’re more than ready for me aren’t you?” Tony licked his finger before swiftly ramming into me. He had his answer. It was yes. 

I moaned deep. The satisfaction spread throughout warming me from my roots to my toes. He sat still only for a second before working me slowly. Blacks lips never left my nipples. Pressing my breast together he hungrily licked, suckled and dragged from one breast to the next. I spread my legs wide wanting more of Tony. I wanted more of everything. 

Somehow I was reminded that we weren’t alone. For a moment I had zoned out. Now I was back. I opened my eyes and could see sex around me in full swing. I could once more hear the moans and smacking of flesh. And I could see the eyes on me. My moans and mewls matched those around me, matched those blaring through the speakers. They were feeling this too.

I closed my eyes. I wanted to focus. I could feel the heated desire of the room mix with mine. I pulled the condom from Black and turned, shoving him in my mouth. I could tell I took him by surprise. The gasp and moan that escaped his mouth were fuel to me. The only thing that mattered was him coming. Tony coming. 

I worked my hips as well as my mouth using my throat and pussy as suctions. I needed it. With my one track mind I pulled Black further, what was breath? It mattered not. Like a vice I wrapped my legs around Tony’s interlocking our limbs. Now he couldn’t move. They were mine.

The moans of the room cascaded onto my body softly like feathers. The primal grunts from Tony and Black pounded hard against the drum sitting low in my belly. I was coming. My body was writhing and bucking but I couldn’t quit. I held Tony tight, squeezing around him, pulling him deeper inside of me. His body began to tense and I could feel him growing. His nails dug into my thighs and I welcomed them. I continued to work him, I didn’t care what he said or did. He was staying put. Even soft and sensitive.

My hands were around Black's shaft. I pumped and sucked. I took him deep into my throat and let him rest before swallowing him. I knew he too was close, I just needed to push him there. I gathered him in my mouth, all of him. Relaxing my mouth I allowed his balls to squeeze into my cheeks. I swallowed him once more before releasing then slurping him back again. I watched his pained expression and welcomed him onto my tongue. 

“The Smith is for your fantasies. Where wet dreams cum true.”

                                         - Desiree Deveaux Smith