Three Fantasies in Wayneright Manor

Three Fantasies

Angel’s Fantasy

With the killer android dead, Angel holstered her pistol. She and Roger flirted for a moment, then Roger smiled and walked up to her. A moment later he was kissing her.

She was too surprised to kiss him back. He had a masculine scent with a hint of cologne, and he held her tight. She was breathless, confused, and happy.

Dorothy’s voice broke in. “Are you going to get me down from here anytime soon?”

Roger looked up at her, still stuck to the electromagnet overhead, and smiled. “Dorothy, I completely forgot about you!”

Poor Dorothy, thought Angel. She must be as sexless as the android I just shot to pieces. It was a shame, since the girl was clearly in love with Roger. Well, she couldn’t have him. She didn’t have the right equipment, and, anyway, Angel was going to be damned if anyone got Roger but her. She tossed aside her cloak and turned to Roger. “Where were we?”

He opened his mouth to protest, but Angel kissed him. He kissed her back, and she pressed up against him. He had an erection already. Almost without willing it, she rubbed her body against it and then pulled back. His hands went to her breasts, as she expected. Men loved her breasts. She turned around. “Unbutton me,” she said.

He did, fumbling a little at the buttons and the hooks of her bra. When she pulled her dress over her head, she looked up and saw Dorothy glaring down at her. It made Angel feel triumphant and gleeful and horny and ashamed. She tossed off her bra and turned back to Roger, who immediately grabbed her and buried his face between her breasts, kissing her cleavage. He worked his way back out, kissing each breast alternately, until he took her left nipple into his mouth. Angel gasped.

Roger squeezed her right breast as he sucked her left, and she moaned with pleasure. She reached down to his crotch and squeezed his penis through his trousers in time with the squeezes he gave her breast. His erection grew larger under her hand.

“Do me between the breasts,” she said.

Roger tore off his suit coat, pulled his suspenders down from over his shoulders, and dropped his pants and his black silk boxers. She lay down on her back and squeezed her breasts together. He knelt over her, slipped his penis between them, and thrust it back and forth. Angel smiled. Even if Dorothy’s breasts were real, they weren’t large enough for this.

Angel glanced up towards Dorothy, who was watching them without expression. Their eyes met, and Angel felt a surge of excitement, malicious pleasure, and shame that almost brought her to orgasm. A moment later Roger came, drenching Angel’s face with spurt after spurt of hot semen. She licked some off her face. Its salty/spicy taste made her want more.

Roger pulled out a handkerchief and wiped her face. She smiled up at him. “Always the gentleman,” she said.

“What next, Angel?”

“Help me out of these panty hose, and we can make love the old-fashioned way,” she said. “I’m an old-fashioned girl at heart.”

He wasn’t much use in getting her pantyhose off. He got distracted almost from the start, and once he started stroking her pussy, she barely had the self-control to remove her pantyhose herself. Finally, with only one leg completely off, she laid her cloak on the floor and sank down on top of it. Roger followed. His erection had returned. She was soaking wet and near orgasm, so without further ado he penetrated her roughly.

Angel shrieked. Roger continued without a pause, and Angel’s passion grew quickly, gaining force from her long-pent-up desire for Roger, the spooky surroundings, and even the leftover adrenaline from her encounter with the killer android. Somehow, the thought of the nude sexless female android lying dead nearby was intensely erotic. They had competed for Roger and Angel had won on every level. She felt a wave of triumph and came, throwing back her head and loosing a high-pitched shriek that would have mortified her under any other circumstances. Just as her orgasm subsided, her gaze met Dorothy’s eyes and she came a second time.

Roger was powerful and skilful and incredibly sexy and intensely aroused. He soon made her come a third time. His lust was irresistible. He showed no sign of tiring, working relentlessly towards what Angel could tell was going to be an earth-shaking orgasm. When Angel felt him about to come, thrusting faster and faster, taking enormous lungfuls of air, and losing the precise rhythm and control he’d had just moments earlier, she intentionally sought out Dorothy’s gaze. As she’d hoped, this reinforced her own lust and. Roger reached his frenzied orgasm, shouting and squeezing her so hard her ribs creaked. Angel kept her eyes on Dorothy as she shrieked her way through a dizzying orgasm of her own.

We’re going to have to keep that girl around, Angel thought to herself smugly as Roger, spent, slumped on top of her.


Dorothy’s Fantasy

“Are you going to get me down from here anytime soon?” asked Dorothy, hoping to remind Roger of his duty. She wouldn’t put it past Angel to try to seduce him on the spot.

Roger looked up at her and smiled. “Dorothy! I completely forgot about you!” He said it with the palpable insincerity he used when he was teasing her. It meant that everything was going to be all right.

“You really are such a louse, Roger Smith!” she retorted. Translation: I love you anyway.

Dorothy had excellent hearing, and had no difficulty hearing Angel mutter, “Do you suppose she’s like the other android, underneath?” They both glanced at the wrecked android, whose featureless crotch was plainly visible.

Roger reddened. “Angel!” Then, changing the subject, “Where do you think the controls might be?”

“Let’s look, shall we?” They walked off, looking for the controls. Roger turned back and said, in the gentle voice he used sometimes when he thought he’d hurt her feelings, “Don’t worry, Dorothy, we’ll get you down from there.”

Dorothy tried not to worry, but it wasn’t easy. Roger didn’t even know what was under her dress! And Angel would seduce him in a second if she had the chance.

“Here we are,” said Angel. An access panel in the wall revealed some levers. She pulled one, and the electromagnet lowered from the ceiling, attached to a jointed arm of two I-beams that had been difficult to make out in the gloom. She pulled another lever and the electromagnet rotated 180 degrees, leaving Dorothy face up but still immobilized by the magnetic field.

Soon the magnet bumped against the floor. Roger stepped onto it and looked at Dorothy with concern. “Dorothy, are you all right?”

“Roger,” she said tentatively. “I’m not like that other android.”

“I know,” he said.

“I mean, I’m not just shaped like a woman.”

Roger reddened again.

“I want you to touch me, Roger.”

“Dorothy!”

“Kiss me, at least.”

Reluctantly, he got onto his knees, bent over, and kissed her on the lips, first very gently, as if he expected it to be distasteful, then with enthusiasm. The kiss went on and on. Dorothy felt as if she wouldn’t have been able to lift a finger even if the magnet had been off.

Roger broke off the kiss, panting. Dorothy watched him steadily, still stuck, spread-eagled, to the magnet. Roger looked her up and down. She noticed the bulge in his pants.

Suddenly, he put his hands on the neck of her dress and tore it all the way down to the skirt in a single motion, then took a new grip and tore the skirt as well, exposing her pale body beneath. Then, moving quickly, he tore her bra between the cups and her panties on either side, tossing them aside and exposing her pussy.

He paused a moment, as if shocked by his own actions, then jerked back into motion. He fought his way out of his clothes while Dorothy, still immobilized and wearing only her jabot, stockings, and shoes, watched helplessly.

Without a word, Roger knelt down and kissed her, fondled her breasts, and then stroked her pussy. He was surprised to find her wet. This discovery aroused him further---his hands shook when he reached up and stroked her cheek---and a moment later he had entered her.

Dorothy cried out once, wordlessly. He thrust at her with all his strength, wildly, with no technique, lost in passion as she lay motionless. He reached orgasm quickly, crying out, and then lay still.

A moment later he was on his feet, appalled at what he had done. “Dorothy…” He stopped, at a loss, then said, “I’ll go turn that magnet off.” He looked across the room and saw Angel, who was watching them open-mouthed.

“Roger,” said Dorothy.

“Yes, Dorothy?”

“Let’s do it one more time first”

Roger’s Fantasy

“Are you going to get me down from here anytime soon?” asked Dorothy.

Roger looked up at her. Spread-eagled on the electromagnet, completely helpless, and having to endure Angel flirting with him, she had lost none of her poise. She was magnificent! Roger felt a surge of affection for her. Maybe more than affection.

He smiled , “Dorothy! I completely forgot about you!”

“You really are such a louse, Roger Smith!” she said without much heat.

He turned to Angel and smiled. “Any ideas where the controls are?”

Angel was looking up at Dorothy. “Do you think she’s like that other android, underneath?” she murmured to Roger. Then, in a normal voice, she said, “I’ve never been here before. I was just following you. You look over there, and I’ll take this side.” They separated, looking for the control panel.

Roger found it. “It looike ike we can lower the magnet,” he reported. He pressed a button, and the magnet slowly approached the floor. He stopped it when it was about six feet off the ground.

Angel stepped under the magnet and put a hand under each of Dorothy’s armpits. “I’ll guide her down when you turn off the juice,” she said to Roger. “I wouldn’t want her to land on her face.”

“I’m heavy,” warned Dorothy.

“I know,” said Angel. “Okay, Roger.”

He cut the power and Dorothy dropped down smoothly, ending in what looked like a clumsy embrace in Angel’s arms.

“Thank you,” said Dorothy.

Angel took a step back and asked, “You’re not hurt, are you?”

“I’m fine.” Dorothy turned to Roger and said, “Roger, I’m not like that other android.”

Roger smiled, “I could tell the difference right off. You’ve never tried to kill me.”

“I mean, underneath. She was like a mannequin. Her mouth and … other parts are just molded on. They don’t do anything.”

Roger reddened. This was not a conversation she was comfortable with, especially in front of Angel.

“I want you to touch me, Roger.”

“What? Dorothy!” He took a step back.

“Kiss me, at least.”

“No way!”

Dorothy glared at him for a moment, then turned to Angel. “Then you do it.”

Angel opened her mouth to make an angry refusal, but Roger beat her to it. “Knock it off, Dorothy!”

Angel shut her mouth and glared at Roger for several seconds. Then, with an artificial smile, she said, “Well, if it’s in the interests of science…” She put her arms around Dorothy’s waist, bent down, and kissed her.

After a second or two, Dorothy’s eyes opened wide, but she didn’t pull back.

The kiss went on and on. Roger was angry, but he was also fascinated. It was about the hottest thing he had ever seen.

Finally, Angel pulled back and both women turned to look at Roger. It took a second or two for Angel to get her voice back, but she reported, “I swear to god, Roger, you’re really missing out here. This girl is hot stuff.”

Dorothy looked at him plaintively, but Roger’s embarrassment made him stubborn, and he said nothing. After a moment, Dorothy took Angel’s hand and put it on her breast. Angel rolled her eyes, but dutifully fondled Dorothy’s breasts, then moved her hand down and put it under Dorothy’s skirt. Dorothy closed her eyes as … whatever Angel was doing … was being done, and began to sway slightly, her lips parted. At one point she gasped and opened her eyes wide.

Angel removed her hand, adjusted Dorothy’s skirt, and kissed her on the forehead. “She’s a real woman, Roger. An android, but a woman, too. A very horny woman.” She looked at Dorothy, who had locked gazes with Roger, and sighed. “If you don’t want her, I’ll take her, though I didn’t think I swung that way.”

Roger wasn’t really listening. He was looking into Dorothy’s eyes. He walked slowly up to her, put his arms around her waist, and kissed her gently on the lips. She put her arms around his neck and leaned into the kiss. Her lips were warm and moist. They didn’t feel quite like human lips, but the life they held kept them from feeling fake. Soon they were kissing passionately. Her mouth was wet. It didn’t taste of lubricants, as he had feared, but was faintly minty, as if she had just brushed her teeth. Once again, her tongue had an odd texture, but was warm and very much alive.

“If you two will excuse me,” said Angel, “I think I’ll take a little walk.”

Roger barely heard. He was becoming powerfully around. Dorothy was even more so, rubbing up against him and moaning. He reached down and felt a breast through her dress.

Dorothy leaned into his caress, then took one hand off him and, without breaking off the kiss, put a hand to her throat. With one continuous motion and a loud ripping sound, she tore her dress down to the waist. Her jabot came away with it. Still holding the kiss, she took her other hand off Roger, stepped out of the dress, tore her bra and panties to rags and tossed them away, and put her arms back around him.

Roger let his hands explore her body, now naked but for her stockings. She moaned, gasped, and leaned into his caresses.

As his hands moved downwards, she suddenly dropped to her knees and undid his pants. She exposed his penis and touched it carefully, as if it were a holy relic. She licked her lips, then looked up at him questioningly. He nodded.

She took his penis into her mouth carefully, as if she thought it very fragile. While she was so gentle he could hardly feel anything, her attitude was incredibly arousing. She took in his whole length without any sign of discomfort---no gag reflex, he supposed---and pulled back until only the tip was between her lips.

“Concentrate on the head,” he urged. Then, “Rougher. That’s right. More.” Under his urging, she lost her diffidence. She was powerful, tireless, and eager to please. Her biggest problem seemed to be that her own arousal was so great that she was having difficulty keeping herself under control. She moaned and swayed and lost her rhythm. In spite of the lack of precision, or maybe because of it, the overall effect was intensely erotic. It was not long before Roger could hold back his orgasm no longer, and he came copiously into her mouth. Her eyes opened as as he did so, and she paused, not sure what to do next.

“Stop,” said Roger thickly. He withdrew his penis, already becoming limp, from between her lips. A stream of semen escaped with and dripped off her chin. She swallowed what remained in her mouth and wiped the rest on the hem of her ruined, discarded dress.

Roger smiled at her and said, “Lie down here. Just give me a minute to catch my breath.”

Dorothy glanced at his limp penis and looked at him quizzically, but did as she was told, reclining on a stretch of floor that was free of the detritus of her father’s lab.

Roger got down on hands and knees and kissed Dorothy’s throat---he didn’t like kissing women on the mouth right after they had given him oral sex---and worked his way downward. She was so horny he probably could have made her come by sucking her breasts, but after a brief pause he resumed his southward progress, kissing inch by inch down her chest, stomach, and beyond.

If it weren’t for her pussy’s complete hairlessness, he could have forgotten that she was an android. She writhed and cried out when his lips touched her, and resisted briefly when he spread her legs. He licked the length of her pussy twice, down and then up again, noting that it had the same taste as her mouth---rather anomalous, here---and that it was slippery with some kind of lubricant.

He sucked on her pussy, working her clitoris rhythmically with his tongue---or at least that was the plan. She came instantly, arching her body and jerking her legs, making inarticulate cries. Her orgasm went on and on. When it finally died down, he went back to work and soon had her coming again---if anything, more strongly than the first time. When this, too subsided, he raised his soaking-wet face and smiled at her. She reached down and tugged at his armpits, encouraging him forward, while spreading her legs wider. He took the hint. His erection had long since returned, and he penetrated her.

It was harder going than he had thought. In spite of all the lubricant, she was tight and he had to concentrate and push hard to enter her the first time. As soon as he had thrust all the way home, she came violently, almost bucking him off, while, inside, her muscles squeezed him with almost unbearable force. Things became a little easier after that, and soon he was thrusting at a good pace and with more pleasure than he would have imagined possible. They came together, each of them excited by the other’s excitement, in a mutual orgasm more powerful and long-lived than any in Roger’s experience. He collapsed on top of her, trying to catch his breath. He wanted to say something encouraging, to tell her how wonderful she was, but he was filled with such a lassitude and inner peace that speech seemed unbearably harsh and crude.

After a while, he kissed her and got to his feet. Dorothy stood also.

He looked around. Angel was standing a few feet away, wearing that knowing, seductive look of hers. She was nude.

Roger looked her up and down. She was an amazing sight. Very trim and athletic, but with luxurious curves and enormous breasts that seemed to defy gravity. He wanted her, in spite of having had the best sex of his life with Dorothy just moments before.

She stood there, blushing slly, ly, enjoying his admiration. Her nipples hardened as he watched.

“My turn,” she announced.

“Angel, I’m exhausted!” he protested.

“You can join us when you’re ready,” she said with a smile, and took Dorothy into her arms.

“Angel!” barked Roger. “Knock it off!”

“Don’t listen to him, Dorothy,” advised Angel. “I was watching him before. He gets off on the sight of us making out. A lot of guys are like that. They’re excited by women kissing, or masturbating, or anything that makes women hot.”

Dorothy looked Roger. “Is that true, Roger?” she asked seriously.

Roger opened his mouth to utter an angry denial, but he couldn’t lie to Dorothy. He blushed and, avoiding her eye, nodded.

Dorothy raised her face to be kissed.

Angel kissed her soundly. Soon Dorothy was on her back again. Angel was above her on hands and knees, still kissing her. Dorothy fondled Angels breasts, then reached down and started stroking Angel’s pussy. Angel responded with muffled sounds of encouragement. Dorothy stroked her own pussy with her other hand.

The girls’ level of excitement increased steadily, and Roger’s did as well. Angel was on her knees, facing away from him, and he had a good view of her pussy as Dorothy stroked it. It was quite a sight. His tiredness forgotten and his erection restored, he knelt behind her.

Dorothy reached up and guided his penis. Angel cried out as he entered her, and started moving back and forth against him with a wild, feverish intensity. While Dorothy made her horny, it was Roger who really excited her. Soon she came with a scream: loud, drawn-out, and uninhibited. Roger was nowhere near done, so they changed positions, with Angel on top, facing away from him. She came again, and they moved to the wall and made love standing up, Angel’s back to the wall, Roger holding her under the thighs. Finally, both of them nearly at the end of their strength, Angel took him into her mouth and quickly brought him to orgasm. They both sank to the floor, utterly weary.

After they had caught their breath, Dorothy came up to them and kissed them both on the lips. “We have work to do,” she said.

“You need new clothes,” said Angel.

“There are probably some in my old room. I’ll go see.” She walked off briskly, with all her usual poise, in spite of wearing only a pair of black stockings. They watched her go.

Roger put his arm around Angel. “Angel,” he . “I. “I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”

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