Big O Fan Fiction ❯ Wake Up Call ❯ Wake Up Call ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Daggon_dora 
Dorothy finds a new way to wake Roger that is much less anoying.:)
Anime/Manga: Big O Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.14.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 2.8K | Status: Completed
Dorothy finds a new way to wake Roger that is much less anoying.:)
Anime/Manga: Big O Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.14.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 2.8K | Status: Completed
Roger Smith aly in bed, his arm draped over his eyes. Only moments ago he had heard the grandfather clock chime eleven o'clock, now he was just waiting for the agressive and anoying piano serinade from Dorothy. He was begining to get used to it every morning, but that didn't mean that he liked it. Far from it. The andriod went out of her way to act like a normal person, then did things pointedly to inforce the differences. Doing the most drole thing possible. Barely perceptable he heard the door open, then it shut again and foot falls could be heard. Instead of fading however, they were getting louder, closer. A slight grinding noise told him it was Dorothy, but why was she in his room. Curiousity got the better of him, keeping him in the shadow of false sleep. He could feel the cool breath from her, flowing over his face and neck gently. He almost didn't hear it when she whispered to himself or her, he didn't know. "You are definately a louse, Roger, but then what does that make me for loving you?" He was caught completely off guard when her mouth met his. Her tongue was soft and cool, tracing his lips almost begging for access. Unconsciencely he opened up, letting her all too real tongue tease his. It felt so tender, so human.
For a moment he thought it odd how moist it was, it having never occured to him that kissing her would feel so very intimate, so very real. The thought passed as quickly as it had com. Feeling her put slightly more preasure into the kiss, he uncovered his eyes and began carressing her cheek. Dorothy broke the kiss, smiling down at him. He started to rise, but was pushed back to the bed with one hand. "Good morning Roger."
Moving her hand up to touch his face, she held him down with her forearm. Placing her other hand on his chest, she sat on the side of the bed and leaned close to his ear. Her lips tugged gently at his earlobe, "I witnessed something last night Roger. I was standing in the street and saw a young man and woman. They were doing things they both seemed to enjoy. Would you help me Roger? Ever since I saw them, I keep picturing them in my head. Only it's not them, it is you and I. Please help me Roger, I want to know what it feels like." Slowly, softly she kissed his neck and moved down, her hands still carressing his cheek and chest. Before he could even protest her hand moved to his lips, "Don't ruin a good thing with stupid questions and comments Roger, even I have urges sometimes."
Licking and kissing her way down his chest, she gently tugged at his sleeping pants. "Now my urge is to see if I can make you feel as good as the woman made the man feel." It was at thie point that Roger realized that she wasn't wearing her normal outift, but a drak robe. The shadows of the room danced along both thier bodies as she traced along his abdomen with her lips. Taking her hand from his face, she moved it down quickly and before he knew what had happend he lay naked, his pants falling to the ground. Very slowly, she pulled her robe over one shoulder then the other, revealing the pale skin underneath.
Roger stared, unable to take his eyes from her, speaking slowly he tried to get her to her senses before it got too far. And at the rate he was getting turned on, that wasn't far off. "Dorothy, we can't do this." His thoughts were cut off by a gentle lick across the underside of his manhood. A gasp escaped his lips as she repeated the process until his entire member was covered in spit.
She almost seemed to smirk up at him as she spoke next, "What's wrong Roger? Haven't you ever thought of me like this?" Every few seconds her lips and tongue teased his with light carresses around his dick head.
He gasped loudly, shaking his head. "No, I mean yes. I mean...." He was cutt off again by her hand on his lips.
"Then just lay back and enjoy yourself." Without another word she took him inside her mouth. Having no blood kept her cool and gave an incredible sensation when he was completely inside her. Ever so slowly she circled him with her tongue, moving up and down and vibrating lightly. He was clearly speachless, his body moving of it's own accord, pumping slowly in and out of her waiting mouth. Quickening her pace slightly, she started massaging his aching balls. Finally, when it seemed he was on the verge of exploding, she stopped, holding perfectly still. All Roger could do was stare wide eyed at the ceiling, his body begging for release. After a moment of reclaiming the air taken from his body, Dorothy moved. Only it wasn't quit the move he was waiting for. She turned from him, letting his cock fall from her still smiling lips, and began picking up her robe.
He frowned and watched her head toward the door. "Dorothy, where are you going?" It wasn't often that he was confused, but this did it.
Stopping she turned back and walked toward the bed, looking into his eyes with something she had never shown before. If it was possible, her eyes looked at him with hunger. "Do you want more? Is that it?" Leaning against the bed, she threw her leg over him so that her crotch was hanging just above his stomache. "Then beg for it Mr. Negotiator. Beg for it." There was a twinge of amusement in her voice when she spoke. Grabbing his hands with her own, she held him to the bed as she ground gently against him. Teasing his dick with her ass crack, she made sure he could feel how soft and inviting her skin was.
"I will do no such thing Dorothy, my body is not my boss....." Being carressed by flesh giving you access is so over powering. Not even Roger Smith could take it for very long, he was only human after all. "Fine, please, do whatever you would like to me, just make me cum." It came out as a shout instead of the whisper he had meant it to be.
In one motion he was deep inside of her, being swallowed by her wet tunnel. It felt better in her then he had ever imagined. She began to mewl and purr softly, more for his benifit then any need of her own. Leaning down, she buried his face in between her breasts. Moaning lightly against them, he started kissing and biting out of reflex. He still wasn't sure she could feel these things, let alone get any pleasure from them. It felt as if he were being carressed by hundreds of fingertips and lips. "You can feel it can't you? You're going to cum for me aren't you Roger."
"I want to, but Dorothy what about...." Roger began to speak, but was cut off once more. He seemed unable to get a complete sentence in this morning.
Dorothy shook her head quickly, knowing the reason for his hesitation. "Don't be stupid, I can't get pregnant. Now, give me what I want Roger. Cum inside me you louse." Before he could say anything else, she started grinding back and forth against him, moaning loudly in his ear. He couldn't hold it back anymore. With a loud grunt, he shot deep inside her impossibly wet cunt. Leaning down she kissed him again, then removed herself from the bed.
Grabbing her clothes she walked toward the door and stopped just before closing it. "Roger, when I said I couldn't get pregnant...."
Her pause made him look at her curiously, "Yes, what about it?" Something gave him a bad feeling.
Dorothy smiled evily, "I lied." She closed the door before he could respond, leaving him to think about what she had said.
For a moment he thought it odd how moist it was, it having never occured to him that kissing her would feel so very intimate, so very real. The thought passed as quickly as it had com. Feeling her put slightly more preasure into the kiss, he uncovered his eyes and began carressing her cheek. Dorothy broke the kiss, smiling down at him. He started to rise, but was pushed back to the bed with one hand. "Good morning Roger."
Moving her hand up to touch his face, she held him down with her forearm. Placing her other hand on his chest, she sat on the side of the bed and leaned close to his ear. Her lips tugged gently at his earlobe, "I witnessed something last night Roger. I was standing in the street and saw a young man and woman. They were doing things they both seemed to enjoy. Would you help me Roger? Ever since I saw them, I keep picturing them in my head. Only it's not them, it is you and I. Please help me Roger, I want to know what it feels like." Slowly, softly she kissed his neck and moved down, her hands still carressing his cheek and chest. Before he could even protest her hand moved to his lips, "Don't ruin a good thing with stupid questions and comments Roger, even I have urges sometimes."
Licking and kissing her way down his chest, she gently tugged at his sleeping pants. "Now my urge is to see if I can make you feel as good as the woman made the man feel." It was at thie point that Roger realized that she wasn't wearing her normal outift, but a drak robe. The shadows of the room danced along both thier bodies as she traced along his abdomen with her lips. Taking her hand from his face, she moved it down quickly and before he knew what had happend he lay naked, his pants falling to the ground. Very slowly, she pulled her robe over one shoulder then the other, revealing the pale skin underneath.
Roger stared, unable to take his eyes from her, speaking slowly he tried to get her to her senses before it got too far. And at the rate he was getting turned on, that wasn't far off. "Dorothy, we can't do this." His thoughts were cut off by a gentle lick across the underside of his manhood. A gasp escaped his lips as she repeated the process until his entire member was covered in spit.
She almost seemed to smirk up at him as she spoke next, "What's wrong Roger? Haven't you ever thought of me like this?" Every few seconds her lips and tongue teased his with light carresses around his dick head.
He gasped loudly, shaking his head. "No, I mean yes. I mean...." He was cutt off again by her hand on his lips.
"Then just lay back and enjoy yourself." Without another word she took him inside her mouth. Having no blood kept her cool and gave an incredible sensation when he was completely inside her. Ever so slowly she circled him with her tongue, moving up and down and vibrating lightly. He was clearly speachless, his body moving of it's own accord, pumping slowly in and out of her waiting mouth. Quickening her pace slightly, she started massaging his aching balls. Finally, when it seemed he was on the verge of exploding, she stopped, holding perfectly still. All Roger could do was stare wide eyed at the ceiling, his body begging for release. After a moment of reclaiming the air taken from his body, Dorothy moved. Only it wasn't quit the move he was waiting for. She turned from him, letting his cock fall from her still smiling lips, and began picking up her robe.
He frowned and watched her head toward the door. "Dorothy, where are you going?" It wasn't often that he was confused, but this did it.
Stopping she turned back and walked toward the bed, looking into his eyes with something she had never shown before. If it was possible, her eyes looked at him with hunger. "Do you want more? Is that it?" Leaning against the bed, she threw her leg over him so that her crotch was hanging just above his stomache. "Then beg for it Mr. Negotiator. Beg for it." There was a twinge of amusement in her voice when she spoke. Grabbing his hands with her own, she held him to the bed as she ground gently against him. Teasing his dick with her ass crack, she made sure he could feel how soft and inviting her skin was.
"I will do no such thing Dorothy, my body is not my boss....." Being carressed by flesh giving you access is so over powering. Not even Roger Smith could take it for very long, he was only human after all. "Fine, please, do whatever you would like to me, just make me cum." It came out as a shout instead of the whisper he had meant it to be.
In one motion he was deep inside of her, being swallowed by her wet tunnel. It felt better in her then he had ever imagined. She began to mewl and purr softly, more for his benifit then any need of her own. Leaning down, she buried his face in between her breasts. Moaning lightly against them, he started kissing and biting out of reflex. He still wasn't sure she could feel these things, let alone get any pleasure from them. It felt as if he were being carressed by hundreds of fingertips and lips. "You can feel it can't you? You're going to cum for me aren't you Roger."
"I want to, but Dorothy what about...." Roger began to speak, but was cut off once more. He seemed unable to get a complete sentence in this morning.
Dorothy shook her head quickly, knowing the reason for his hesitation. "Don't be stupid, I can't get pregnant. Now, give me what I want Roger. Cum inside me you louse." Before he could say anything else, she started grinding back and forth against him, moaning loudly in his ear. He couldn't hold it back anymore. With a loud grunt, he shot deep inside her impossibly wet cunt. Leaning down she kissed him again, then removed herself from the bed.
Grabbing her clothes she walked toward the door and stopped just before closing it. "Roger, when I said I couldn't get pregnant...."
Her pause made him look at her curiously, "Yes, what about it?" Something gave him a bad feeling.
Dorothy smiled evily, "I lied." She closed the door before he could respond, leaving him to think about what she had said.