Big O Fan Fiction ❯ Wake Up Call ❯ Making Memories ( Chapter 2 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Daggon_dora 
A week after Dorothy's little stunt, a certain blond temptress decides to share a secret about memories with Roger.
Anime/Manga: Big O Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.23.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 2.1K | Status: Completed
A week after Dorothy's little stunt, a certain blond temptress decides to share a secret about memories with Roger.
Anime/Manga: Big O Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.23.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 2.1K | Status: Completed
Okay, I threw all my ideas out the window and started from scratch. So this is all written as I go, sorry about that. Oh and sorry for the delay.
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Getting dressed, Roger stormed from his room and toward the elevator. He pulled down the grating just as Norman and Dorothy rounded the corner. The android was walking with her eyes on the ground with a broad smile on her face, something she never seemed to do. The trusted butler was trying desperately to get her to tell him why she was so happy this morning. Finally she stopped and turned to him, "Very well Norman. You see this morning I..."
"DOROTHY." The yell came from the next level below as he was taking down. Norman quickly turned and ran to the elevator, he couldn't hear what Roger was saying however. Turning back, his conversation partner had dissappeared. Sighing loudly, he turned to get back to work.
Dorothy couldn't keep herself from smiling while thinking to herself, 'and he thinks I don't have a sense of humor. I never would have told Norman, not until I get what I want anyway.' Gently she patted her stomache as she sat at the piano.
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It had been almost a week since Dorothy pulled her little trick and Roger was taking it well......for Roger anyway. He had been avoiding her, going out of his way, even taking jobs he normally wouldn't touch with someone else's reputation. Hell, most of them couldn't even afford his normal fee, but it was better then looking HER in the eye right then.
Coming back from one such job, he noticed an all too familiar Military Police squad car parked directly in front of his home. Rolling his eyes, he walked slowly to his front door, getting there just before the Coloniel knocked. "Can I help you Dastun?"
He didn't even bother to turn and look at the Negotiator, "I just came because I had something for you. Actually I am still on duty." He handed Roger a folded piece of paper with his name written on it.
Roger took it, but didn't open it right away. "Are you ever off duty?" His voice was laced with sarcasm, they both knew how demanding the man's possition was. Dastun walked toward his car to leave, but his last words left Roger dumbstruck.
"Tell that girlfriend from hell of your's I said 'hello'," He left laughing while the other man just stared after his car.
It took him several minutes to recover, and another before he remembered the note. Opening it, he had no doubt before even reading it who it was from. At the top was a picture of an angel and the bottom, under the signature, was the lipstick outline of a kiss.
Dear Roger,
I have descovered something interesting about memories. Please meet me at the edge of the water, a mile west of the piers. Come alone.
Angel
He contemplated this for a long time. He had no reason to trust her, and she had none to give him any information. So why? That answered the dilema, he never did let his curriousity wait too long. Besides, it wasn't his style to keep a beautiful woman waiting. Also, it meant another few hours out of Dorothy's line of sight. Sometimes he wondered if it was worth all this, though the thought never lasted long. Of coarse it was, otherwise he wouldn't waiste his time.
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He could see Angel when he got out of the car, her outline clearly visible against the moonlight. She wore a red cloak similar to one he had seen her in before, only reaching all the way to the ground. She smiled softly when he moved to stand beside her. "Your note said something about memories?" He didn't feel like playing games, his head hurt and he almost wished Dorothy would come in before he went to bed and reinact what had happened before. Needless to say being around someone for a week who was willing and still not allowing himself to do anything was starting to ware at his resistances. He wondered if he would even have the energy if she did try anything.
Angel didn't look at him, instead she began untying the neck strings that held her cloak in place. "Well you see Roger, sometimes memories have to be descovered, like lost treasure. And sometimes..." She let her only article of clothing fall to the ground, and began walking toward him. Every part of his body stiffened at the sight, all be it some parts more then others. "Sometimes, you have to make your own memories." Reaching up she pressed her lips to his, her tongue demanding enterance while her hands ripped his shirt apart. Buttons flew in all directions as she pushed it from his shoulders. Looking up at him with lustfilled eyes, she pushed him backward into the sand. He lay back and just watched as pulled his belt off and tied his hands above his head. He thought silently to himself, 'would somebody tell me when I get a say in my own sex life?" He kept quiet though, who was he to complain when a woman wanted to have thier way with him. All he could do was stare as she jerked his pants from his body, then hovering just above his hard on. Getting a good look in his eyes, she sat straight down, engulfing all of him inside of her. The heat was almost unbearable, but not in a bad way. Every muscle in her body woked in cooperation, gripping and massaging his member within her. Then she began to work like a mad fiend, pumping up and down, groaning with each movement. Suddenly she stopped, her body teased with a minor orgasm, then slamming down with double the effort. All the while Roger moaned and gasped through gritted teeth, determined to last longer then he had with Dorothy. Suddenly he called out her name, not even aware he had done it. Angel took this as a compliment, and shuddered as it pushed her to cum again. Rappidly she was getting closer to the big one, and she knew she wouldn't have the strength to do anything once that happened. Instantly she thought of something, she had only done it once before, but it had sent her into a huge body shaking, world shattering, limitation defying orgasm. Just as she could tell he was on the verge, she tilted upward and placed his head against her other hole. Another tilt forced his head inside. She could feel it throb in her tight anus, and it took all of her effort not to explode right there. Bobbing her pelvis up and down in the air, she could tell from the look on his face it wouldn't be long. Two more thrusts and she heard him yell out, a wordless scream into the night. This was the final straw, taking all of him inside her ass, feeling his seed pulsating within. It was too much, several squirts of clear sticky cum shot over his stomache and chest from between her swollen pussy lips. She lay her sweaty head against his shoulder, his cock still partially burried in side of her. She fetl him drift to sleep below her before she rose. Walking toward her cloak, she grabbed a cell phone from a hidden pocket and pressed redial. She flung the clothing over one shoulder and walked away, just as a familiar voice answered.
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Dorothy spoke softly into the reciever, "Was it as good as you thought it would be? I know, but we can work on that later. Tommarrow night then? With both of us, I doubt anything will ever be the same." She smiled again, a smile that had become more common over the last week. "Good bye for now." Turning she almost crashed directly into Norman.
"Who was that you were speaking with Dorothy?" His gentle voice coming over as a fatherly tone, quit by accident.
The android thought of the smile that must be on the blond woman's face, "Just a devil in disguise Norman, she stole a halo don't you know." With that quizical comment, she left. She just stared ahead and thought to herself, 'Needed it to pose as an angel.'
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Hehehe, well didn't plan any of it, but I like. What do you think?
Latta
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Getting dressed, Roger stormed from his room and toward the elevator. He pulled down the grating just as Norman and Dorothy rounded the corner. The android was walking with her eyes on the ground with a broad smile on her face, something she never seemed to do. The trusted butler was trying desperately to get her to tell him why she was so happy this morning. Finally she stopped and turned to him, "Very well Norman. You see this morning I..."
"DOROTHY." The yell came from the next level below as he was taking down. Norman quickly turned and ran to the elevator, he couldn't hear what Roger was saying however. Turning back, his conversation partner had dissappeared. Sighing loudly, he turned to get back to work.
Dorothy couldn't keep herself from smiling while thinking to herself, 'and he thinks I don't have a sense of humor. I never would have told Norman, not until I get what I want anyway.' Gently she patted her stomache as she sat at the piano.
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It had been almost a week since Dorothy pulled her little trick and Roger was taking it well......for Roger anyway. He had been avoiding her, going out of his way, even taking jobs he normally wouldn't touch with someone else's reputation. Hell, most of them couldn't even afford his normal fee, but it was better then looking HER in the eye right then.
Coming back from one such job, he noticed an all too familiar Military Police squad car parked directly in front of his home. Rolling his eyes, he walked slowly to his front door, getting there just before the Coloniel knocked. "Can I help you Dastun?"
He didn't even bother to turn and look at the Negotiator, "I just came because I had something for you. Actually I am still on duty." He handed Roger a folded piece of paper with his name written on it.
Roger took it, but didn't open it right away. "Are you ever off duty?" His voice was laced with sarcasm, they both knew how demanding the man's possition was. Dastun walked toward his car to leave, but his last words left Roger dumbstruck.
"Tell that girlfriend from hell of your's I said 'hello'," He left laughing while the other man just stared after his car.
It took him several minutes to recover, and another before he remembered the note. Opening it, he had no doubt before even reading it who it was from. At the top was a picture of an angel and the bottom, under the signature, was the lipstick outline of a kiss.
Dear Roger,
I have descovered something interesting about memories. Please meet me at the edge of the water, a mile west of the piers. Come alone.
Angel
He contemplated this for a long time. He had no reason to trust her, and she had none to give him any information. So why? That answered the dilema, he never did let his curriousity wait too long. Besides, it wasn't his style to keep a beautiful woman waiting. Also, it meant another few hours out of Dorothy's line of sight. Sometimes he wondered if it was worth all this, though the thought never lasted long. Of coarse it was, otherwise he wouldn't waiste his time.
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He could see Angel when he got out of the car, her outline clearly visible against the moonlight. She wore a red cloak similar to one he had seen her in before, only reaching all the way to the ground. She smiled softly when he moved to stand beside her. "Your note said something about memories?" He didn't feel like playing games, his head hurt and he almost wished Dorothy would come in before he went to bed and reinact what had happened before. Needless to say being around someone for a week who was willing and still not allowing himself to do anything was starting to ware at his resistances. He wondered if he would even have the energy if she did try anything.
Angel didn't look at him, instead she began untying the neck strings that held her cloak in place. "Well you see Roger, sometimes memories have to be descovered, like lost treasure. And sometimes..." She let her only article of clothing fall to the ground, and began walking toward him. Every part of his body stiffened at the sight, all be it some parts more then others. "Sometimes, you have to make your own memories." Reaching up she pressed her lips to his, her tongue demanding enterance while her hands ripped his shirt apart. Buttons flew in all directions as she pushed it from his shoulders. Looking up at him with lustfilled eyes, she pushed him backward into the sand. He lay back and just watched as pulled his belt off and tied his hands above his head. He thought silently to himself, 'would somebody tell me when I get a say in my own sex life?" He kept quiet though, who was he to complain when a woman wanted to have thier way with him. All he could do was stare as she jerked his pants from his body, then hovering just above his hard on. Getting a good look in his eyes, she sat straight down, engulfing all of him inside of her. The heat was almost unbearable, but not in a bad way. Every muscle in her body woked in cooperation, gripping and massaging his member within her. Then she began to work like a mad fiend, pumping up and down, groaning with each movement. Suddenly she stopped, her body teased with a minor orgasm, then slamming down with double the effort. All the while Roger moaned and gasped through gritted teeth, determined to last longer then he had with Dorothy. Suddenly he called out her name, not even aware he had done it. Angel took this as a compliment, and shuddered as it pushed her to cum again. Rappidly she was getting closer to the big one, and she knew she wouldn't have the strength to do anything once that happened. Instantly she thought of something, she had only done it once before, but it had sent her into a huge body shaking, world shattering, limitation defying orgasm. Just as she could tell he was on the verge, she tilted upward and placed his head against her other hole. Another tilt forced his head inside. She could feel it throb in her tight anus, and it took all of her effort not to explode right there. Bobbing her pelvis up and down in the air, she could tell from the look on his face it wouldn't be long. Two more thrusts and she heard him yell out, a wordless scream into the night. This was the final straw, taking all of him inside her ass, feeling his seed pulsating within. It was too much, several squirts of clear sticky cum shot over his stomache and chest from between her swollen pussy lips. She lay her sweaty head against his shoulder, his cock still partially burried in side of her. She fetl him drift to sleep below her before she rose. Walking toward her cloak, she grabbed a cell phone from a hidden pocket and pressed redial. She flung the clothing over one shoulder and walked away, just as a familiar voice answered.
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Dorothy spoke softly into the reciever, "Was it as good as you thought it would be? I know, but we can work on that later. Tommarrow night then? With both of us, I doubt anything will ever be the same." She smiled again, a smile that had become more common over the last week. "Good bye for now." Turning she almost crashed directly into Norman.
"Who was that you were speaking with Dorothy?" His gentle voice coming over as a fatherly tone, quit by accident.
The android thought of the smile that must be on the blond woman's face, "Just a devil in disguise Norman, she stole a halo don't you know." With that quizical comment, she left. She just stared ahead and thought to herself, 'Needed it to pose as an angel.'
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Hehehe, well didn't plan any of it, but I like. What do you think?
Latta