Dorothy and Roger came back home from their date, hand in hand, looking at each other uncertainly. They had a wonderful evening together, but they both knew what was going to happen next. Although they had been dating recently, their relationship had mostly consisted of soft kisses, romantic dates and holding hands. The raw, primal lust they had experienced while Dorothy had swallowed him had not reoccurred. They were both afraid to take that step, which resulted in a lot of nights ending with them alone, with their hands between their legs. Their relationship was romantic, but not yet physical.

“So… we’re home,” Roger said as he opened the front door for Dorothy. She walked in and Roger followed, closing the door behind him and leaving him alone with the sexy android. The evening had been great, but there had been several tense moments. When Dorothy had bent down to fix her shoes earlier, he had gotten a good look at her exposed cleavage and she had bumped into him several times, pushing her breasts into his arm. He was horny, but was unsure what to do now.

“I can see that we are home,” Dorothy coolly said. Her voice was cold, but Roger could tell that she wasn’t trying to be rude, but rather just being herself. Dorothy was never going to be a laughing; fun loving girl and Roger accepted that. Honestly, her calm, collected attitude appealed to the pretentious negotiator.

“So I guess, I’ll just go to bed and see you in the morning or something,” Roger slowly said, his eyes on Dorothy as she bent over to remove her shoes. Her rear end pushed against her dress, letting him see an outline of it. He took a hard intake of breath, knowing his mind would focus on that image all night. Almost robotically, he turned to leave for his room, not waiting for Dorothy to reply.

Seeing him leaving, Dorothy narrowed his eyes and waited until he left before saying anything. “Roger Smith, why can’t you be more of a louse?”

While Roger had been uncertain about what he wanted, Dorothy knew exactly what she wanted just not how to go about getting it. She had been researching relationships since starting her own and had learned that in most relationships the man takes the lead. He makes the dates, plans were to go, and initiates the sexual contact. Roger had been good at the first two, but lacking on the last. Dorothy had been waiting for him to do something, anything. Ask her for oral sex, slap her ass, throw her to the floor and ravage her. She was enjoying their romantic dates, but wanted something rougher and more physical. She wanted to try tasting Roger without actually eating him.

It seemed that like most thing, Dorothy would have to be the one to initiate the sex in their relationship. Forgetting everything she had read about proper relationships, Dorothy decided to do things the robot way, with force. Walking slowly towards Roger’s bedroom, she started pulling off her red dress. Placing the dress carefully outside Roger’s room she stepped inside in only her panties. The sight of Roger in only his boxers was a rewarding sight for her.

“What are you doing?!” Roger screamed as he saw Dorothy standing half naked in his room. He instinctively tried to cover himself up, but then remembered Dorothy had seen all of him and let his arms drop. Striding towards him, Dorthy reached out, placing her hand on Roger’s chest and then pushed him several feet into the air onto the bed. Landing on his backside hard on the bed, Roger was once more reminded of how strong his girlfriend really was.

“I have come for sex, I hope now is a good time,” Dorothy said with a lighter tone. She had Roger right where she wanted him and wasn’t going to let him go. The shock of Dorothy coming on this strong passed quickly for Roger as he became accustomed to the situation. He had been trying to take it slow, but Dorothy had other plans. Having no issues with taking their relationship further, he patted the side of the bed for Dorothy to sit down.

“It’s a perfect time for that. Now lets see if I can make a woman out of you.”