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Sybian Engineer 01

By: Beatnic_jazzman



For all you perspicacious permanently petulant pedanticists out there, a divertissement of hyperbole and somnambulistic diction with sesquipedalian affectations designed to tickle your taste buds with superlatives galore.

A feast for the ophthalmic organs and a laxative for the brain in stunning monochromatic detail, good enough to slow the indecent haste of an elephant with diarrhoea looking for a private privy.

A simple tale of love, lust and the riotous sex that binds them together.

Any correlation between this and my biography is purely incidental.

(All names have been changed to protect the guilty.)




Beatnic Jazzman.

Love is a peculiar affliction; we suffer its symptoms gladly only to suffer its pain when it's gone.

We begin the beginning

I had just arrived in work and was looking forward to my day; the simulations on the final tests were finished yesterday and confirmed the theoretical side. Now I had to somehow translate that into an engineering reality. 

My thoughts were rudely interrupted when my computer finally fired up. There, on the screen, was a message from Brian, the production manager. I was to report to him as soon as I read it. 

Brian, it seems, had received a request with the weight of the MD behind it. Some VIP was asking us to come look at a complementary machine we had given him some six months ago. It appeared I was to be the sacrificial lamb who's 'gonna havta' solve the problem.

Brian handed me a slip with a name and address on it. I was perturbed to see that they had set up an appointment for ten am. It was after nine now and the address was at least a half hour away, near where I lived.

I rushed to my lab and gathered my scattered tools swiftly into my bag. I was on my way within five minutes, giving me 40 minutes to get there. And I hadn't even had my morning coffee yet.

The address was two streets from mine, a detached six bed roomed house similar to my own. I parked in the drive, noting that both garages were empty. 

I pressed the button, and somewhere in the back of the house I heard the bell ring. The door was answered by a dowdy looking young woman, who was almost as wide as she was tall, a size 20 dress at least.

If it were her using the sybian machine then the answer to the problem was obvious. We had a little notice on the side that gave the weight limits, and she sure looked over. For a VIP job I'd have to take it back and strengthen the frame.

"I'm from Viagan Solutions; I've come about your machine."

She looked at me, puzzled for a moment.

"Ah, yes. Miss Saffron said someone would call. She's up in her room. Please, if you'd follow me."

She opened the door fully and I followed her through the hallway and up the stairs. The decor and paintings on the wall reminded me of my grandmother's house, my inheritance and current roof over my head.

The maid was puffing and panting when we reached our second floor destination which was a landing painted in antique cream and hung with military portraits. It felt gloomy, like a haunted house.

We approached a door and she knocked, announcing my arrival. We waited perhaps a minute before a melodious voice called "Come in."

The maid left me to go in on my own.

The room was a girlish pink with posters of yesteryears' popstars stuck to the walls. It looked like a teenager's bedroom pasted over by time.

The inhabitant, though, was definitely a woman. She looked to be 20- something, quite pretty, her raven hair worn in two long plaits over her shoulders. She was still dressed in her nightclothes which consisted of a shortie nightdress with a pair of lacy shorts and fluffy bunny slippers.

When she saw me she gasped, her pale blue eyes widened in surprise, and she ran to the wardrobe door. She reappeared from behind it with a bathrobe on.

"Oh, are you Francis?" she asked.

"Yes, though I usually answer to Frank."

"Oh, I thought you were a woman. When daddy called to say they were sending someone over he used the name Francis. Sorry."

"It's alright. I'm definitely a man, and I've been sent to fix your machine."

She looked a bit flustered. She had clearly been expecting to explain her problems to a fellow female, and here I was bold as brass in front of her.

"Is your machine here?" I asked.

"It's in there." She waved her hand vaguely at another door in the corner of the room.

"Shall we have a look then, and you can tell me what's wrong."

I saw her blush, the pink creeping into her cheeks.

"There's nothing wrong with it, I want you to change it."

I pulled the note from my pocket.

"You've got a Migscaor model, that's one of our best," I stated.

"No, no, I want you to make it different."

Now I was puzzled.

"Go on," I prompted. 

"Well, I want to use it in different ways. Like in the films."

The puzzle got stranger.

"And...," I prompted again.

"Well, so I can lie down and do it."

The comical picture of a Sybian, on its side, fucking her, came into my mind.

"And do it from behind as well."

My imagination couldn't cope, her with a Sybian on top of her.

"I've done some thinking." She walked towards the door, me following.

"If we cut it up, and hinge it, I think it will work." She opened the door to what was the bathroom.

There, in all its glory, was her fucking machine. The stains on the leather pad showed it was well used.

"If we cut it here, and here." Her hand measured a third and two thirds of the length.

She was venturing into my territory; this was my bread and butter. 

"And then we turn it on its front." I helped her turn it onto its nose.

She moved the shower carpet next to it.

"Then I can lay like this to do it."

She was on her back, legs wrapped round the body of the machine.

"And the other cut?" I enquired.

"Ah, like this."

She rolled over and presented her ass to it. Her bathrobe fell open; I could just see her breasts gently swaying.

Her face flushed red again. She scrambled from the floor tying her robe tightly.

I continued on normally, trying to rescue the situation by pretending I hadn't seen. "We have different machines to do that. If you come back to my office I'll show you."

Her face blanched, "NO! I can't go outside, I've got agoraphobia." 

I had to think for a moment; agoraphobia, the fear of open spaces. She was a self confined prisoner here, no wonder she needed sex machines. I'd thought it strange that a pretty girl like her should need mechanical stimulation. She could have boyfriends aplenty in the real world.

"Oh sorry, I could bring some brochures or drawings here if you want?"

"I'd prefer to have only one machine, I don't want the place cluttered up." She said more amicably. 

"Mm, ok." I could see her point; the machines weren't small things you could hide under the bed.

I began to consider the possibilities in my mind.

"Frank?"

"Oh, sorry, I was just thinking, give me some time. I'll go back to the office and think things through properly."

"Oh, I thought you could do something now. Do you want to take my machine with you?"

"No, I've got plenty back at work I can play with.

"Can I have your email? You know, to keep in touch."

"Yeh, sure, you got a pen?"

"It's alright, I'll remember it."

"Its Frank dot Bentley at geemail dot co dot uk."

"That's easy."

She was walking to the door and I followed. She led me to the front door, sheltering behind it and giving me a little wave as I walked out.

On the drive back to the office I thought over the modification she'd asked for, letting my mind dwell also on her little presentation, she'd probably practiced her bold demonstration, she'd certainly thought it through.

She reminded me a little of Melanie, she could ask the most personal questions without embarrassment yet was too shy to be seen in anything less than a full suit when swimming, she always dressed in chunky clothes.

Back at the office I sought out Brian, finding him on the factory floor.

"Frank, you sorted out that little problem?" he asked as I walked up to him.

"Actually no. She wants me to modify the syb, I'm going to look at it now."

"Don't waste too much time on it," he warned me. "I want those spec's ready asap, we're stripping the line down at the weekend ready for the proofing run.

"I thought it was important."

"Not as important as the new model you're working on."

"Till the boss bites your bum again, you mean," I replied, smiling as I left him.

The problem though was too intriguing to be put on the back burner. Not only had it piqued my intellectual curiosity, but 'Miss Saffy' had set me a challenge to satisfy her cravings and she was nice enough to make collaborating with her worthwhile.

I brought up Saffy's model on the computer, delving into the engineering specs. After a few minutes looking at the possibilities I clicked for a half size printout on the line printer. Reluctantly I then carried on with my official work.

I was still working busily later that afternoon inputting the last of the data when my inbox pinged. Saffron had emailed me.

'How you doing?' With a little smiley at the end.

'Put it aside for the moment, will work on it at home tonight,' I replied.

Within minutes she emailed back.

'Why?' With a frown smiley.

'Got my own work to finish first,' I posted back, adding for good measure. 'My supervisor wants it on the backburner till I get my current project finished.'

Within an hour and a half Brian was up in my office. 

"Frank. How you getting on?"

"Ok," I answered, puzzled by his appearance and concern.

"You can spend a little time on that other project; say 25% - that ok with you?"

"Yeh, that's fine, thanks."

"Ok, as long as your priorities are straight."

"You worry too much. Actually the client's given me a few ideas as to how we might improve our product range."

"Hrmmph," was his coded reply

'Hmm,' I thought. 'She'd been quick to get her father back on the case.'

I wasn't that busy now that I'd input all the data, I'd just started the program to translate the project drawings into engineering specifications. Sometime tomorrow I'd have the detailed production info ready for Engineering to look at.

After a quick coffee and a few minutes reflective thought I loaded all the specs for the Migscaor model onto my laptop, my last Xmas present from grandma. I then spent the last hour or so in the office working on the problem of adapting the Migscaor for Saffron. It became apparent that to make this work I was going to have to have measurements of how high the dildo needed to be. I sat there for at least ten minutes pondering how to word the delicate request.

In the end I opted for the personal touch, emailing her and asking for an appointment to discuss 'items of a personal nature'.

I got a reply within minutes; I was both surprised and pleased that she invited me round that evening. Fortunately, as was with most evenings, I had nothing planned.

Saffron greeted me at the door, hiding behind it until I was over the threshold, then ushered me upstairs to her room. I watched her bare legs and bunny slippers pace the steps before me.

"Well, have you done it?" she asked.

"Whoa, I'm still looking at how to do it. Did you phone your father about my work time on your problem?"

"Yes, Daddy's a big golf buddy of your MD, and he does law thingies for your firm. I asked him to get them to hurry up."

"Aha, that's what I thought. My boss gave me more time to sort it. And speaking of sorting it, I've got a delicate personal question to ask you. Which is why I'm here."

"Ok, fire away."

"Well it's not a question really..., I need to know how high to make it..., you know, so that it fits."

"Huh, I'm not with you?"

"I need to take some measurements, I need to know how high things need to be, measure your distance, how high your vulva is so the dildo is level with your vagina. That and umm..., photographs, to err..., personalise it for you."

"You WHAT!" Saffron blushed furiously and I felt foolish for having to ask the questions. I wondered if I could have approached it in a different manner. But it was a tad too late now.

"Please, it's nothing personal; well it is, but it's in the name of science. I can show you on the laptop what I mean."

She sat with a glowering look while I set up my laptop, bringing up the fully rendered model of the cut up Migscaor. I rotated it sideways.

"Here," I said, turning the laptop to her. "I need to make the, umm..., dildo the right height so that its, umm, comfortable."

She blushed. "Oh, ah, I see what you mean."

"Look if it's any easier, think of it as you would a doctor, he'd need to know certain things to be able to treat you."

"So you want me to lay there while you measure and snap me?"

"Yes. Look I know it sounds a bit funny and embarrassing, but I'm not a perv. I need them to do a proper job. If you want you can get a girlfriend to do it."

"That would be even worse. At least can I keep my panties on?"

"Oh," I said with a sigh of relief. "I don't need you naked; you can wear jeans if you want."

"Oh, I thought, you know...."

"No. No, I know where things are, I just need to measure the distance."

"Ok, wait a minute," she said, going to her dresser. "I'll go and change, be with you in a minute."

She took the bundle of clothes and retreated to the bathroom.

"You can come in now," she shouted through the door.

She was sitting on the side of the bath, t shirt and a pair of white tights on.

"Are you going to use it here or in the bedroom?"

"Here. Why? Is it important?"

"I was thinking of you lying on the bed, where it's more comfortable."

"Oh, that's a nice idea," she said standing and walking to the door.

I followed, admiring her lovely slim long legs and tight round ass under the tights. She climbed onto the bed, sitting and looking at me.

"Right, if you kneel down, head on arms...." I said as I reached for the pencil and camera from my bag.

She complied, pulling the tights right up into her crotch before bending. From the back I could see the seam, pulled tight into her crack, giving her a funny looking camel toe.

"Umm, can you move your legs a little further apart, as if the machine was there."

Saffron widened her legs.

"Just a little further.... Right, that'll do."

I pulled the tape measure from my pocket and knelt on the bed behind her. I pulled a length of tape out, putting the tip on the bed as I ran it up along the seam of her tights. As I leant over to note the distance I could see her looking at me between her legs. I jotted down the measurements, my arm brushing her calf as I did.

With her beautiful ass in my face I was having trouble keeping my promise of staying professional; it was delectable enough to cover with kisses. Especially since I hadn't had a steady girlfriend (or regular sex), these past eighteen months. I measured up the rest of the distances I thought important. 

I was now ready to take the photos. I set the F stop for good depth of focus and, for good measure, turned the flash on. I slipped off the bed, more to cover the rising bulge in my pants than anything else. With my camera I started to photograph her from all possible angles, even venturing back onto the bed for the overhead shots.

"Ok, we're done with that pose, can you turn over now? Knees up and legs about eighteen inches apart."

I lowered the tape into her crotch; this was going to be awkward.

"Can you give me your hand?"

Saffron leant forwards, extending her hand. I took it and then took her forefinger, placing it so that it held the tape against her vagina.

I looked up at her. "Ok?" I asked, wanting to be sure she was comfortable with what I was asking her to do.

She nodded. Leaning forwards as she was, the tightness of her t shirt exposed her erect nipples. I would have to be careful; this was arousing both of us. I leant in and used the pencil to mark the exact spot on the tape, pressing it against her. I heard the little 'Uush' of sucked in air as she felt the pressure. I could plainly see the dark bush of her pubes through the white nylon of her tights, and even maybe the darkness of her lips in the camel toe.

With this, the most sensitive measure taken, I noted down the other parameters, height of knees, distance between knees, until I covered all aspects. Then I was on to the photos, again from all possible angles.

"You can relax now; I've got all that I need."

While she returned to the bathroom to get changed, giving me the chance to cool my ardour which I was glad of, I started to transcribe my notes onto my laptop. I plugged the camera in to download the photos at the same time. Saffron came back in just as I was finishing. She looked even sexier than before, with her lacy shorts over the white stockings and her shortie nightdress revealing her bare arms and shoulders. My erection, which had been subsiding, started to grow again.

She came and looked over my shoulder as I entered the final few figures.

"Can I see the photos?" she enquired.

"Yes, just give me two secs."

I closed the notepad window; I would edit the measurements onto the photos when I got home.

"The photos," she reminded me again.

I opened up picture viewer. 

"Oh God!" I exclaimed.

"Eeek." Was her reaction.

The flash had rendered her tights see through. 

"Turn it off!" she commanded me.

I closed the viewer.

"Delete them!" 

I clicked up a level, and dragged the folder to the recycle bin.

"Empty the bin."

Again I complied.

I felt an inch high. She had trusted me. How was I to know the flash would see through her nylons.

"I didn't know...." I began.

"I bet," she replied.

"If I'd known would I have shown you?" I pleaded. "Honestly, I didn't know. Yours are the first tights I've photographed."

"Why should I believe you?"

"Because I'm as embarrassed as you are."

She seemed somewhat mollified.

"Honestly, Saffron, I'm really sorry, you think I'd risk my job for a few nudie pictures? There are thousands on the web if I wanted them."

"Alright you're forgiven; just don't ask for any more."

The relief must have shown in my face for she gave a little laugh.

I was, if I could be, more impressed by her. She was sweet and sexy, but her forgiveness was unconditional and instant. Even so I was anxious to get out of there, back to the normalcy of the outside world.

"Right, well, I think I've taken enough of your time, I should have some preliminary designs for you in a week or so."

"Oh, alright then. Do you want a cup of coffee or something before you go?"

"No, I only live around the corner. I'll be home in five minutes."

Home to an empty house, she'd be so nice to come home to. I couldn't help my thoughts as I departed her bedroom. 

Saffron still occupied my thoughts when I got home, I was still a little embarrassed by the photographs but beginning to see the funny side of it, in a way it was her fault, she should have worn panties or something.

Thinking of the photos and the quick split second flash I'd had of her pussy lips made my cock twitch, I definitely needed to change my lifestyle, the long dormant sexual urges she had awaked was pushing my thoughts towards looking for a girlfriend.

The next week went well. I finished my official project and handed it over to Engineering, and was able to devote the better part of my time to solving Saffron's little problem. I abandoned basing it on the Migscaor chassis, instead building a wooden frame and equipping it with a smaller motor and drive chain. By Friday I had a firm idea of how it would look and work and I was rather pleased with myself.

Friday was also when Saffron e-mailed me again, asking how it was going. I sent her an e-mail back telling her that the changes were taking shape, telling her of the progress I'd made. She asked me to bring the model round, on my way home from work if it was possible. 


Sybian Engineer 02







Sybian Engineer 02



Thought of the works brought a sudden fear of what the firm would do if they found out, all this was far from authorised and official. I wasn't going to take it back there either. If they found it I'd lose control over it, a definite No-No. 

"Then you can stay as well." 

I heard that alright. It bounced resoundingly in my mind. The thought of staying set my heart beating with excitement and my cock twitching in anticipation, not that it had drooped much since her 'fitting'.

"There's a spare room over the landing, it connects through to the bathroom as well," she went on.

There was nothing more to consider. Getting to know her better fitted the plan, and I was getting more interested in where this strange relationship might be going.

"Ok then, if you're that determined."

"Come on then." She stood. "If you're a guest the let's see about feeding you."

She led me still bottomless down the stairs; her nudity didn't seem to bother her that much. For me, she could have led me down the steps to hell and I wouldn't have noticed with those firm orbs of her gluteus maximus bouncing and jiggling mesmerizingly in front of me under the flapping t-shirt. She walked boldly through the house, pausing at the kitchen door and turning to me.

"Don't worry, the maid will be watching her soaps, she's gone for the night."

I hadn't given the maid a thought. Except for Saffron's nudity there was nothing going on to be worried about.

We went through to the kitchen. She was definitely teasing with all the bending down, and seemingly enjoying herself doing it. Maybe exhibitionism turned her on, which explained things I had been pondering. But it changed things as well, she wasn't trying to turn me on, it was her thing to turn herself on. From then on I found it amusing to catch the contrived 'peeks'.

We sat at the breakfast bar to eat. She faced me, legs interlocked with the sides of the stool. She'd cooked up a kind of stir-fry, vegetables and prawns with noodles. We sat, eating from a common bowl.

"Do you think that you could add a clit stimulator to that as well?"

My mind sparked again. Sucking..., nipping and pulling..., licking..., complex but maybe possible.

Sucking, mm, a cut down teat from a baby's bottle, used like those milking machines they use on a cow's udder. Licking suggested a semi rigid suede leather tongue, lubricated with baby oil. Nipping and pulling could be the teat from a baby's bottle again. There should be plenty of room inside but it would make it heavier, lessening its portability. It would be a penalty worth paying for the increased versatility.

"Frank." She was plucking at my sleeve. "Your food will go cold."

Ah, back in the real world, I focused my attention back on her.

"Yes, but it'll take longer," I replied, answering her long asked question, and as an afterthought I added. "It'll be heavier as well."

"I don't mind, it'll make it more perfect," she answered.

For the rest of the evening I was half distracted, mulling the problem over in my mind. As to the exact methods and needs, the plans got evermore intricate. Finally I had the outline fixed in my head. Now I needed paper to sketch out the nuts and bolts arrangement and the algorithms. Out in my car in the briefcase I had what I needed, a full hundred page A4 sketch pad and my pencils.

I spun the chair round and was hit by the sight and sounds of Saffy fucking on the bed, doggy fashion. I sat fascinated by the 'OH's, AH's and the little grunts', as the dildo plunged in and out. I tiptoed to the door, then rushed as quietly as I could, going stocking footed out to the car.

She was at the door when I climbed the stairs. "Where did you go?"

"I want to jot down a few ideas. My briefcase was in the car." I said, holding up the case for her to see.

"Oh."

I followed her back into the room; she went to her computer, and I to lay on the bed, noting that the machine was now on the floor by the bottom of the bed. 

The design was based on a three headed solution, one for each feature. I started sketching the degrees of freedom needed; I'd have to squeeze in another EPROM and circuit board in there as well. By the time she was ready for bed I knew what I wanted and how it would work.

"Frank!" I looked up. She was standing at the edge of the bed. There in my face as I half rolled to look at her was her bushy mound, the dark lips protruding, hanging beneath like the wrinkled tongue of a parrot fish. I gulped and looked up to her face.

"Do you want to shower first, or shall I?" she had an amused expression, not quite a smile. 

I sat there a moment, imagining us showering together.

"Oh, come on." Now she was playing exasperated with her voice but there was a glimmer of a twinkling smile. 

She might as well go first, I'd be wanking in there as soon as I got in and I didn't want her to find any 'presents'.

"Ok, I'll go first then." She declared, pre-empting me.

I watched as she left, pulling the t-shirt over her head as she walked towards the dresser. She took a towel from a drawer and disappeared though the door.

I hadn't thought about sex so much since my university days. My hormones were raging like some young teenage virgin looking for his first time. Even with her gone my thoughts were keeping my cock stiff, her in the shower running her hands over that delicious body.

I walked down the corridor, trying the door at the end. This bedroom had the feminine touch, polka dot pink wallpaper, a solid single bed with a flowery cover. I walked to the bathroom door, through it I could hear the water running and her humming a soft tune which I couldn't quite catch.

I eased the handle down and gently pushed on the door. It opened noiselessly. I eased it shut again, leaned against it and closed my eyes. In my mind's eye I conjured her hands washing her breasts, rubbing over her nipple and massaging it as it stood erect.

My cock in my pants was straining to get out. I had an urgent need that sent my hands scrambling to my belt to free it and satisfy that need. My cock spilled out, standing out proud as I bent to push my clothes down, the head darkened as the blood in it throbbed and my cock bobbed.

I held it and spat in my palm and started to gently caress it exalting in 'scratching the itch' and shivering with the thrill coursing down through to my balls. I stepped out of my crumpled clothes pooled round my ankles, heading for the bed.

I sat on the side, my self pleasuring on pause while I stripped my shirt and bent to slip my socks off before lying back on the bed. I licked my palm and held it still while I rubbed my head against it, teasing more pleasure out to the picture of her washing her pussy, her fingers slipping between her plump lips.

Her knock on the door made me jump, scrambling to turn over in case she came in.

"I've finished in the shower," she announced.

I rolled over with relief and launched myself upright.

She opened the door, poking her head and shoulders round as she leaned in.

My hands flew to cover my cock, pressing it firm to my belly.

"Sorry, you didn't answer."

Her face was straight, not a flicker of a betraying crease for me to gage as she looked me in the eye. Then she was gone, it was over so quick like a scene played before me with me playing dumbstruck.

I lay back against the shower wall, pumping my tool as I fantasised that it was her hand clasping it. I relieved myself of my load, letting the water spilling over me carry it down the drain. I showered quickly, and dried myself thoroughly. 

Here I was feeling the wheel of fortune spin, I was finishing one of my most bizarre days sleeping across from a girl who liked to go 'au naturel'. Yet I was strangely drawn to her with her seemingly 'care free – deal with it as it comes' outlook.

I awoke with a morning woody laying on my belly, the bedding scrunched nicely round as I lay curled there, chasing the dream as it vanished and left me with a warm glow. I opened my eyes and focused on the pink polka dots, realisation of the why's and what for's came flooding back. I pushed myself to a sitting position, reaching for the phone to check the time. It was seven, give or take, my usual time of waking to go to work. I wondered what time Saffy got up.

My cock was shrinking back down as my bladder made its need known, forcing me to rise. I walked to the door and picked my shorts up from where I'd left them, slipping them on before cautiously opening the door.

It was empty, and I quickly crossed to relieve myself, leaning over the bowl as it came to the dribble.

I needed a shave and to brush my teeth, and fresh clothes to wear, I thought as I stood and flushed, thinking of escape from the house. The machine and my laptop were still in her room, along with my notes on the new clit tickler.

That put paid to any sneaking exit for starters since I would have to face her again, I wondered if she slept nude. I returned to my room and gathered my clothes to dress, still thinking through the events of yesterday. She'd used the machine in front of me as if I never mattered, an invisible servant.

In a way I felt pleased that she had felt safe enough to behave as she did, performing with the machine like a personal porno 'performance'. I also felt a little deflated by the thought that it was all now only a memory.

I walked through the bathroom to her door and knocked, hoping for no answer.

"Come in," came the unwanted reply. 

She waited till I reached the bed before she spoke. "You've just thought all this up, all these pages and drawings?"

She lay on the bed with my notes scattered before her, wearing the lacy shorts and nightie top. 

"Yes, it may look complicated but it's not. There are three parts, well three parts important to you." I took the pad from her, sitting on the bed to join her. "What's the three best ways to stimulate a clitoris?"

She looked at me.

"Licking, sucking, and rolling and pulling it." I answered my own question.

"Oh, my favourite is rubbing and squeezing it."

Damm! I'd designed it based on what I liked doing, her preferences unknown. Still in the long run this would keep her happy.

"What do you want for breakfast, I can boil an egg."

I was forced to smile, as determined as I was to get out of here, she still enchanted me.

"Saffron, er, how about I have breakfast later, I want to go home and shave and things, change my clothes."

"Could you leave it here while you're gone?" she had that lop-sided girly pout.

"No, I want to go home, cover it up, tinker a bit inside."

"Please," she pleaded.

"I'll bring it back later, if you want," I said, negotiating a way out. I also wanted to look over the notes from last night. I felt pleased at the productive burst. It usually took a few spliffs of ganja to get the creative juices flowing that well and I hadn't smoked that often since uni, only when I really wanted to brainstorm something.

I got away but not before she made me breakfast and extracted a promise to return. A promise I kept some ten hours later. 

In the meanwhile I'd used some old velvet curtains from the attic to cover the beast, first using some old cardboard box to give it foundation. I'd not bothered with the remote, I'd have to reprogram it when the new kit went in anyway.

I also spent time looking through parts catalogues, seeing if I could source some of the linkages and drives I needed. Making more detailed blueprints with Autocad, I also realised that I might have to measure her again.

At six I was on her doorstep. I had emailed earlier and she promised me dinner for six. She met me at the door, taking the now ubiquitous black plastic parcel from me. My mechanical beast now had a hide of brown velvet. 

"Wait here," she cried as she bounded up the stairs with it. It was only a few moments till she was back down.

"Do you like spag bol?" she asked.

"I haven't heard it called that since school," I answered, with a chuckle in my voice.

"So you'll eat it then?"

"Yes, yes..., it's been ages since I had home cooked."

She looked both pleased and relieved; a smile came to her face.

As we ate Saffy told me about her friends on Facebook, especially her best friend Babs, who was one of the first friends when she'd joined four years ago. She liked to chat in the late afternoon our time, early morning in New York. Babs had told her how to make the spag bol online just now.

I took a close look at her. "Confidentially," she said the word slowly, spread out like she was remembering piece by piece. "Confidentially, she told me to beware of you." Her laugh bubbling from her as she tried to bottle it up. 

As my ears picked out the last words, I realised that she was tipsy. The bottle of wine on the counter hadn't gone into the meal, it had gone into her, Dutch courage. With the meal over she retrieved another bottle from the rack and grabbed two glasses.

"Come upstairs, let's look at your little toy," she invited, heading for the door. I grabbed my fresh pad and followed her, her tight little ass performing in front of my face as we climbed to her bedroom.



Sybian Engineer 03



SE3

It's strange what brings people together

She had left the beast, still wrapped in its plastic womb, in the middle of the bed. We both unwrapped it. As more became visible she smoothed the fabric, rubbing her cheek against it. It would be impractical if she came a lot, a soft polyurethane, like artificial skin would be better.

"Frank." She stopped me unravelling the power cord. "Come here a minute."

She sat, leaning back against the headboard, and patted the pillow next to her.

The change of focus from the machine made me wonder what request was coming now. There was only butt fucking left to add.

"Frank." She half turned, leaned shoulder to shoulder to me. "Hear me out before you say anything."

I looked into her eyes, she glanced aside. 

"Well go on, you've started now," I encouraged her.

"Oh, well I'm sorry I was such a tease yesterday, that's first. I'll explain that to you later, the other thing's more serious. I don't know how to say this properly." Her voice was much quieter; my heart was beating in hope and expectation. "I want you to love me."

"Love?" I echoed.

"Yes, make love to me, kissing, sex and all that." She half turned her face back to mine, eyes staring out at me from under her lashes.

"I... I'm.... Saffron, O god!" I was tongue tied. My fantasy was colliding with reality, the interplay of emotions churning in my mind.

"Do you know how much I've wanted to," I started to say. "Wanted to take you and kiss you all over, to touch and stroke your body...."

She shut me up with a kiss, already unbuckling my belt. My hands went up to her breasts, taking their weight and massaging them. I bent and contorted as she pulled my shorts and pants off, then my socks.

She looked up at me, her eyes drawn to my cock standing full and proud from between the tails of my shirt. Then she was astride me, attacking my shirt and tie as she sat on my thighs, my cock pressed to her abdomen as she followed the buttons up. 

I watched her breasts dance in front of me as she worked my tie loose, her nipples betraying her inflamed passion as they traced lines across her thin nightie. She was at full stretch as I arched my back and pressed my body to hers to let her ease my shirt off.

As she threw my shirt aside I reached up and took her arms, pulling her forward and over my rock hard cock, feeling her shorts scrape along its length. I put my hands to her waist and took the hem of her nightie, lifting it up to uncover the twin peaks as they stood erect on the cones of her areoles.

With it off she leaned forward and kissed me, very gently touching lips at first. I paused, before encircling her back and letting my fingers trace down her spine. The softness and warmth of her body, the skin on skin contact bringing a tingle down deep inside me.

The kiss deepened as she pressed harder, then she opened her lips and pushed her tongue in. It was like being back to the awkward experimental kissing of adolescent teenagers, like a fourteen year old's first serious goodnight kiss.

As she finished I took her head and, tilting mine I treated her to one of my kisses. I pushed my fingers deeply into her hair, with my other hand lightly holding her chin. I prodded her with my tongue twice before she fought back, twisting her tongue with mine. 

She felt softer in my arms as she squeezed against me, her hard nipples pressing lower and wider than mine. 

I went to move her over, rolling her to the side as my hands moved to her waistband to get her shorts off, when my foot tangled the plastic wrapping. She sensed it too, for she twisted to look down.

"Get your shorts off, I'll move it," I said, untangling myself from her.

I sat up, bringing her to her knees. She moved aside as I leaned forward and rose to my knees, lifting the machine and lowering it carefully over the side of the bed.

I looked round. She was still kneeling there, almost unmoved. Her arms crossed before her, half covering her breasts. The hesitation and look of uncertainty on her face prompted a caution in me. She'd been eager and willing a few short seconds ago. She'd let her passion rush her forward and I'd broken the spell. Now her commitment wavered. Much as I wanted to leap on her and sate my lust for her body, I needed to coax her and let her do the running.

I pulled the duvet back. "Come on. Let's get into bed and talk about it."

She looked at me, shuffled up to the pillow and slipped her feet under.

"I want to do it with you...," her voice sounded determined. "Really, I want to let go and fuck you, but I'm a little bit afraid."

"We don't have to go all the way right now, we can just lie here and play, get used to each other."

She launched herself at me. "No, I want to do it, give you my virginity; I want you to love me."

That was the second request. She had occupied much of my thoughts lately, both directly and indirectly. I had been hanging back, wanting to develop the trust between us and hoping that an opportune moment would arrive.

Now that she'd given me herself I felt underprepared. It's not that she'd pre-empted any plan of mine, but I was suddenly in at the deep end. I was eager and willing but I felt as nervous as a mere mortal standing before a goddess. I felt the conflict of my love and lust as my ardour cooled.

"Saffy," I said softly as my arms enfolded her. "I want this to be right for you, two lovers seducing each other, playfully exploring each other's bodies."

I could feel the roughness of her shorts pressing against my naked thigh, my cock still squeezed between us. 

"Oh Frank," she sighed. "I want to do it with you; I know you like me and want to love me. I've seen that bulge in your trousers often enough."

The 'bulge in my trousers' had subsided as we lay holding each other and talking.

"It was the stockings," she said, out of the blue

"What was the stockings?"

"I got so turned on with those stockings, lying there, watching you getting turned on by my body. Knowing that you could look but not touch, I pulled the tights tight to make it more exciting, I knew that my vagina was moulded in the fabric."

She let it all out, one long confession.

"I was shocked by the photographs, they revealed so much and I wasn't ready to go that far. I wish I had kept them now."

Her hand was playing with a lock of my hair, twisting it around her finger.

'If she really wanted,' I thought. 'We could do it again.'

"It was so easy to show off to you, and it made me feel really sexy."

My cock gave a twitch at the thought of yesterday's display.

"Yesterday I was really trying to temp you, I really wanted you too."

"I thought you were just being an exhibitionist, flashing 'cause it was safe, turning yourself on with a captive audience."

"No, I thought all that nudity and things would at least make you have a try. You amazed me by resisting. I wanted you to seduce me, take me in your arms and make love to me." She went on, "But all you did was to think about that silly twat tickler."

I pulled her closer and rocked her. "I'm sorry, I was here just to do a job then. I was trying to keep it professional."

"You were here yesterday 'cause I felt happy and in love with you."

"Do you know how much I wanted to touch you in those tights? You had them tight enough so I could see it all through them. I was there almost touching when I measured. I could smell your aroma."

"I thought I was gonna cum when you put my finger on the tape and pressed it against my lips. My clit was begging to be played with, and then your pencil stroked right across it. Wow."

I'd been within a tongue's length of it, working hard to stay "professional."

She wriggled against me. I took her head and kissed her again, gentle kisses on and around her mouth. She caught my lips with hers, and we shared a sweet tender lip massage. She rolled onto me, hands around my shoulders and neck. Her shorts slid roughly across my abdomen.

"I've wanted to do this for ages. You were putting so much into the machine I didn't want to say 'Stop, I don't think I need it now'."

She was laying on top me, my penis between her thighs, and her legs between mine. "Ever since that bit with the tights, you doing your best to ignore the situation and being gentle with me, I knew then that I wanted you."

"If you knew how much I wanted to run my hands over them, touch the silky fabric," I confessed, softly stroking her back.

She got up. "Shall I get them now?"

"This time I get to touch," I said laughing, "And get a pair of scissors as well."

She stopped mid stride.

"All right then I'll just have to eat my way in."

She laughed as she continued to the chest of drawers.

She sat on the side of the bed and put the tights on, throwing the shorts aside and putting the scissors on the bedside table. I crept over and put my hands on her waist. She turned to look at me as she sat back down; I put my hands to her breasts, softly pulling her to me. 

"Wait a minute." She wriggled her shoulders and leaned to retrieve the scissors. I looked over her shoulder as she pulled the seam straight and cut up it.

"Oh, I wanted to do that," I complained.

"What cut it?"

"It doesn't matter; there'll be a next time." 

"No, tell me," she insisted.

It was a silly little thing really, but I enjoyed the feel of stockings. I especially liked licking a pussy through them when it was squashed open and the seam pressing it apart. One of my little fetishes I suppose.

"Saffs, honest. I just like the feel of tights, the silky feel of it under my hands."

In my thoughts I added, 'And kissing your pussy through them.' 

Was I losing this, letting things fall apart?

"I can put another pair on." She volunteered, looking me in the face, with concern pulling at the corners of her lips.

"Yes, that would be nice of you," I agreed - anything to get the plot moving again, anything but to go in search of the lost cord and be left standing on the threshold of a dream.

She came back naked, holding two packs in her hand, 

"I've got light tan and body pink, you get to choose."

I took the tights in one hand and her wrist in the other. Throwing the tights down the bed I pulled her on. She came willingly, resting her elbows on my chest and holding my shoulders. She laid her head for a moment and then raised it, her tongue curling the sparse tuft of my chest hair. 

I was content, a pretty girl in my arms and the night before us, along with the mental plans of my three way stimulator, ready to spring from the drawing board. 

I could feel my cock twitching as it lay under the thigh of the leg thrown across me. She felt it too, her hand moving from my shoulder and sliding down my stomach.

As it slid nearer she twisted round, pushing her legs to the side of me and putting her head on my navel as she finally grasped it.

My cock surged as her hand closed round it; there would be a hair trigger eruption if she started on it. My quickie wank this morning had only taken the edge of my sexual frustration and my balls had been working flat out making sperm all evening.

She started stroking it, working the skin up and down, she gave a little burst of speed, driving my meter up past ten. Then she licked across the head and round the rim. My tool responded with a jerk and I saw her head dip.

"Saffy ...," it was too late, her mouth enveloped it. I felt the surge of pleasure as her tongue did its magic. My hips jerked, driving it deeper, I was seconds from cumming.

"Saffron!" This time she looked up and released me.

"I've never tasted...."

My cock exploded, sending sperm up under her chin and into her hanging hair.

"Oh my god!" she exclaimed, catching the second full in the face as she looked down, the third arcing harmlessly up and splattering on my stomach.

It was dripping from her chin and running down between her breasts. She scooped some with her fingers, then licked them.

"It's salty," she said, sounding surprised. "I've never tasted it before, I always wondered."

I wanted to get up from the bed and just hold her close, thank her for the intimacy and the way she made me feel, but I was still trembling from the orgasm, and laying out with the afterglow of my sexual release. There were months of pent up emotional need hidden in that volcanic finish.

She was looking at me and giggling, using her little towel to clean her sticky hair.

"You need a shower." I stated, as I saw the rivulets trickle down.

She was there first, flicking the lever over and jumping clear as the cold water cascaded down. She pulled me under with her when the water warmed, then reached to pull my head close to kiss me. I reached for her breasts as she dragged us together. She kissed me, her tongue lapping mine. I began twisting and playing with her nipples, feeling them harden as the water rushed over us.

"Mmm.... Don't stop doing that," she murmured, arching her back to let my hands play.

She slid her hand down my body and squeezed it between our hips to grasp my rising cock. Spent as it was, it had begun to respond in the way it knew best.

"Come on, let's get that spunk out of your hair." For some reason it made me uncomfortable to look at it dangling there.

"Oh, it can wait."

"No, come on, then I can wash the rest of you."

Reluctantly she put her hands on my shoulders while I held her hair under the flowing water, pulling at the sticky bits that refused to budge. Reaching for the soap I started on her arms, washing them down to the finger tips, which I kissed and sucked after I rinsed them.

She looked me straight in the face when I started down from her shoulders. I leaned in for a kiss as my thumbs found her nipples. She was passionate, working her lips on mine and pushing her tongue in to duel with mine.

Her nipples were hard as my thumbs swirled around them. I leaned back and let the water wash the soap away, then took one with my lips, rolling it against my teeth. She sighed, and the hands on my head gripped my scalp. My other hand found its own nipple. 

She pushed her leg between mine, crushing her hairy mound into my thigh, then started gently rocking to massage it against my thigh. She pressed her abdomen against my rampant tool, so that it shared some of the action.

I swapped hands and nipples, the shower splashing warmly over my shoulder and back. My free hand now snaked down her thigh, stealing through her pubes, seeking to connect to her 'magic button'.

She eased back and let my finger through to her nub, the centre of libido. I could only wiggle it as she humped my leg harder. I let my finger slip deeper, over the hood and down, splitting her lips. 

I could hear her panting in my ear, her sighs and moans more frequent now.

To dip down and let my tongue pleasure her first or truly make love and let my cock penetrate her and take her virginity? My cock was well recovered now, and strong enough to take her from a first to a second. 

As I moved back slightly, releasing her breasts, my cock sprang out brushing her pubes. It made the choice for me. I grasped it and bent it down sliding the head through between her lips. 

She squirmed a little against me, lifting a leg up slightly and twisting to reach behind her where her fingers pressed my cock firmly against her. 

I dropped my hands to her hips and lifted her, letting her push my head into her waiting hole. My head pushed at her entry but couldn't seem to find its way in. I stopped and pushed her backwards, back down onto her feet.

"Saffs," I said. "You're not ready yet."

"Not ready?" a querulous tremor in her voice.

"No, I think you're too dry inside or something," I explained. "You got any baby oil?"

She let her leg down, "OH, can't we just make love?" It wasn't a question it was a plea. A plea I would echo 'yeah' to, except I was more concerned by the penetrative failure than I showed. Her vaginal muscles had seemed to have clenched up.

I turned off the shower. "Let's get back to bed." I gave a little bow, sweeping my hand to the door.

She looked at me. I leaned in and kissed her again, putting my hands to her shoulders."Trust me, baby oil," I whispered, as the kiss ended.

We stepped out of the door, both standing dripping wet for in our rush we'd not brought towels. I dripped water behind her to the towel drawer feeling imaginary chills from my exposure but thankful that my tool was nearing flaccid.

We towelled ourselves, mainly drying our hair and upper body. Her hair was frizzy, with the activities I anticipated, it would be matted if it wasn't brushed out a bit.

I went to the dressing table, watching her nude form in the mirror as she lay back on the bed. Her tuft of hair was just visible, as a smudge of colour. The dip of her stomach, up to the rise of her breasts, her figure matching my ideal.

I picked up the baby oil and her hairbrush then walked to join her on the bed. She propped herself up on her elbows. 

"Why the hairbrush?" she asked, her eyes narrowing.

"Sit up," I ordered. "I'm going to your hair, or it'll be tangled to hell by the morning." 

She sat up and I climbed onto the bed and knelt behind her. 

"We need to talk," I told her as I settled comfortably.

I started brushing her wet hair. "Saffs, I work with dildos, yeah?" I waited for her answer.

"Yes." There was a puzzled tone to her voice.

"Well for penetration it's best if the passage is lubricated. Otherwise it could feel like it's scraping you as it goes up." I paused, teasing a small knot apart. "Well your first should be memorable; it won't if there's pain."

I continued to brush her hair, she sat there quietly, letting me finish.

"The best way is self lubrication, lots of foreplay to heighten your sexual arousal," I went on. "It may be that even though you want it consciously your subconscious is still a little afraid and apprehensive."

"But...," she started.

"Saffs," I cut in, talking over her protestations, "the mind's a funny thing, 

I tossed the brush to the bottom of the bed, taking her shoulders and massaging her neck with my thumbs. She leaned back into me, my rising penis bobbled against her back. I leaned forward, tilting my head to kiss her over her shoulder as my hands found her breasts again. 

She twisted in my arms and pushed me, I rolled sideways into the middle of the bed. She continued her turn and launched herself forwards to join me.

"Does that mean we can't make love?" Again I caught the pleading edge to her voice.

"No, it just means that we have to take things slowly, get you so sexually excited that your need will take over."

"Oh," she murmured in a small voice, though I could still see confusion clouding her face.

I pulled her to me to kiss afresh. My hand found a breast and started playing, after a final teasing kiss on the lips I trailed a line of small kisses down her neck and chest until my mouth tracked up to the top of her breast and hungrily seized on her nipple.

I turned on my knees perpendicular to her, still playing with both nipples. With my now free hand I felt for her mouth, tracing the line of her neck and cheek till I found it, wetting my finger and running it back over her lips.

She was getting aroused, from the corner of my eye I saw her hand go down between her legs.

I freed her breast and let my hand follow hers. My finger passed hers squeezing her hood, and dove between the moist lips.

"Uh!" she gave a sharp intake of breath. I took my hand from her mouth to her breast, her nipple slippery between my finger and thumb as I squeezed and tugged at it. Down below my hand brushed over hers as my fingers stroked and squeezed her engorged lips 

I swapped hand for mouth on her nipples, giving each its turn while our hands played and stroked her pussy, sometimes with both our fingers chasing the other round her now swollen clit. Her free hand was rubbing and circling my head, fingers combing through my hair and playing with my ear.




Sybian Engineer 03



I could feel her breathing become more rapid and her hand move more franticly under mine as her hips began to wriggle and thrust. Without breaking contact I shuffled my knees nearer her thighs. I began licking and kissing my way down to join my fingers while moving my legs between hers.

As I cupped her bum and lifted her to my mouth, she splayed her legs wide. I chased her fingers round her clit, tickling and teasing it with my tongue. Then let it wander tween her lips as I sucked them in, stroking furiously as she squealed.

I found the clit again and this time she yielded, my lips took it and my teeth gave it a little tweak. She was pushing her hips into me, as my tongue played over her clit, my cum soaked fingers still massaging her slick velvety lips. I could feel the pulse racing under my thumb on her thigh, when her back arched and she uttered a long drawn out 'Oh'. 

I reached to the side and took the baby oil, pouring a dribble down my dick. She was wet enough down there, I could feel that as I continued to massage her plump lips, keeping her excited while I oiled my dick.

I moved up, weight on one elbow and guided my tool to her pussy, letting it rub the clit a few times before finding the hole. The head slid in easily. I bent forward and kissed her nose, then drew my tool back and pushed slowly till it was all the way home.

Her arms went round my chest and over my back as she pulled me to her. My hips began a slow steady stroke. She was gripping me hard, her fingernails digging into my shoulder blades, her breathing ragged enough that her cries were muted. Her hips thrust into mine throwing the rhythm out. Her first orgasm with a real dick was coming. I sped up, my balls slapping on her cheeks.

"Ahh... ahh...," she couldn't speak till she caught her breath. I'd felt the waves of pleasure course through her, her vagina was still contracting with the ripples gripping my cock. I moved my hips again, pushing deeply, letting her take me to mine

Her second orgasm was stronger than her first; she bit into my shoulder, hard enough that she drew blood. When her pleasure-wracked shudders subsided she lay gasping and holding me tight. 

She stretched up, pulling me down to kiss her. I pulled in my hands and let my elbows slip a little, she bore more of my weight but she could cuddle and kiss better.

"I love you," she whispered, then kissed me on the cheek. 

By the time she was recovered I could feel my cock slipping from her. Slowly shrinking back till it plopped out.

"Oh, it's gone," she whimpered.

I rolled to the side, holding her to me and taking her from the wetness to lie on top of me.

"It'll come back for another turn later," I reassured her, squeezing her tight against me.

She shivered, kissed me, and whispered. "I hope so, you're much better than any machine."

We made love again that night, after a midnight snack downstairs and a shared bottle of wine to celebrate our firsts.

When we woke we made love again, morning breath kissing, sweaty crotches and all. She rode on top of me, and declared it ten times better than the Sybian. 

I took my leave, with much kissing and a promise that I'd see her Monday night. I had my mother to visit, the first time I'd changed the day since she'd been admitted.

My Monday night visit held a surprise. Daddy's car was parked in the drive; I parked behind it and walked the few extra steps to the door.

The maid answered the door. "They're in the lounge," she said dourly.

My spirits fell, the gloomy welcome, with Daddy home. I felt like the fly on the edge of the spider's web. I walked to the lounge and knocked the door.

"Come in." It was Daddy's voice.

I peeked round cautiously; both were standing in front of the fire. She rushed forward, taking my hand and gently pulling me into the room.

"I love him and I'm going to marry him!"

He glowered at me, "You don't know anything about him."

"You met his father, you knew him as a child."

"That's different, that was a long time ago."

"Well we've decided," she squeezed my hand tight.

Her father turned and walked out of the room, as she hugged me I heard a car start and drive off.

She released me and stood with her hands on my hips. "My father doesn't think you're good enough, and that you don't have enough money."

It was my turn to laugh; I had more money than he did. It was in a trust fund till I was twenty five, a few years yet.

My chuckles took her attention. "What...? What's so funny?"

"He might remember my father but he doesn't remember my family." 

My great grandfather was the Lord Mayor and an alderman. Beside my inheritance from my father, my grandmother doted on me and had an inheritance to pass on. The freehold possession of a large tract of council housing, the lease on which expires in 2025, that's all still in probate, and will make me doubly rich and important.

I've never really wanted it to much before now, I'd become a social liberal during uni, and I lived within my means on my salary. 

A fleeting remembrance of 'marriage' slipped through my mind.

"What's this about us getting married?"

"Oh, well, I had to convince him we were really serious. He knew you stayed over the weekend."

"Will you marry me?" I asked.

"Yes, I plan to."

"Good then its official."

She lunged forward and kissed me; over her shoulder I guided her backward onto the sofa. As we got there I swung around and sat, pulling her after me till we both lay down on it.

"So you really want to marry me?"

"Yes, I've told you. I've fallen in love with you."

"Oh, and I love you too."

She snuggled close, kissing around my face. I felt her lips brushing the light stubble of a day's growth.

The reality of what just happened became clearer; this giggling gorgeous girl beside me would be the mother of my children. This Mrs. Roger Rabbit, my hunny bunny was playing for keeps.

 

I moved up, weight on one elbow and guided my tool to her pussy, letting it rub the clit a few times before finding the hole. The head slid in easily. I bent forward and kissed her nose, then drew my tool back and pushed slowly till it was all the way home.

Her arms went round my chest and over my back as she pulled me to her. My hips began a slow steady stroke. She was gripping me hard, her fingernails digging into my shoulder blades, her breathing ragged enough that her cries were muted. Her hips thrust into mine throwing the rhythm out. Her first orgasm with a real dick was coming. I sped up, my balls slapping on her cheeks.

"Ahh... ahh...," she couldn't speak till she caught her breath. I felt the waves of pleasure course through her. Her vagina was still contracting with the ripples gripping my cock. I moved my hips again, pushing deeply, letting her contractions take me closer to mine. 

I quickened the pace as she arched her back to meet my thrusts. She wrapped her legs about my hips, encouraging me to go even deeper. Then my cock found her g-spot. Her second orgasm was stronger than her first; she bit into my shoulder, hard enough that she drew blood. When she bit me, I cried out her name and began filling her pussy until my cum dripped out. It seemed as if I wasn't going to stop filling her. The mix of our juices seemed to be flowing out like a small rivulet.

When her pleasure-wracked shudders subsided she lay gasping and holding me tight. She stretched up, pulling me down to kiss her. Staying inside her, I pulled onto my forearms, having her bear more of my weight. Yet she could cuddle and kiss more easily. 

"I love you," she whispered, then kissed me on the cheek. I kissed her hair, her eyes, her entire face. We snuggled against each other as we continued to float back to earth. Our breathing slowed as we intermingled gentle kisses and sighs. By the time she was recovered, I could feel my cock slipping from her, slowly shrinking back till it plopped out.



Sybian Engineer 04



Disasters strike.

*

We spent every night fucking, then sleeping, then sometimes fucking again first thing in the morning before I went to work. I left her almost tearful on Friday morning, packing all my clothes in the car. I promised faithfully to be back the next Monday. I had my mother to see, and I needed to press on with the prototype.

Monday afternoon she e-mailed; her father had only overnighted on Saturday, leaving to return to the city in the evening. She got naughty about how much and what she specially missed, I had to quickly delete it from the screen.

She had a meal ready for me when I arrived, steak, french fries, onion gravy and mushrooms. We took it out into the garden to eat it. The spring sunshine felt warm on my back. She chatted about who was doing what among her facebook friends.

She lay on the grass after the meal. I went and lay next to her, side on, one hand supporting my head.

"Isn't the sky blue today?"

I looked up. It ranged from a deep blue in the east to a turquoise near the dipping sun.

"How's the sex toy coming along?" she asked, giggling at her own pun.

"It's great actually; I've programmed the EPROM, found room to fit it. I've got parts on order that should be here by midweek. It won't be long till it's finished." I thought of it back in my workshop, innards bare and wires all over.

"Can you build one for my friend, Babs; she's that Facebook friend of mine?"

"Saffs, I asked you to keep it secret," I complained.

"I know, but it's just Babs, I talk to her about everything. We've even told each other our fantasies."

'Her fantasies' my train of thought nearly jumped the tracks; I put the thought away for later.

"Saff, you know that my boss would throw a fit if he found out about it," I said. "Besides, I've been thinking that this thing has potential. I mean it's a whole new concept, programmable fucks." 

My mind spun off for a second, imagining the programmers lying back, input pad in hand, while the machine fucked them.

"Well Babs could test one," she pleaded.

The idea hit me then, my trust fund, tens of millions not including the properties, how much would it cost to buy my firm out. We were quite small, twelve in the office and maybe fifty on the floor. It shouldn't be that much.

There was a moment of self-doubt. It would be a huge undertaking, but no, the idea offered too many benefits. It was that good. Tomorrow I would do two things, well one really, visit my lawyers. Well Gran's lawyers, but they were in charge of the trust fund till I was twenty five. The other reason was to start a patent application. This was why I had to buy the firm, because my contract gave them first claim on anything I invented. 

"... and I trust her."

"Huh?" I queried, Saffy had been talking through my lost moments; I'd lost track of the conversation. 

"Oh you're hopeless when you tune out like that, thinking up your inventions. I give up, but don't think you've escaped."

I understood what she said, but now my future was at the forefront, up there in importance alongside my developing relationship with Saffy.

With her father staying in the city during the week again, we were enjoying the long week in bed. I was thinking perhaps, if things went well by this weekend, of asking her to live with me. I know there'd be lots of things to sort out, especially her father. I still remember his warning and last week's episode. 

She'll undoubtedly want me to move in here, but I'm beginning to doubt that she has real full blown agoraphobia. We've stood at her window looking out and been out in the back garden, not a small place either. I should spruce my place up and get her to visit there. Would she trust a blindfold?

She almost slithered up onto my chest, leaning in for a long languorous kiss.

"What are you thinking of my brainy bod?" She let her hair brush lightly over my face. She earned my attention.

"The future," it was honest but evasive.

"What? Our future?"

"Kind of, I was thinking of you visiting my house."

"Your house, but-."

"Yes I know, but if you wore a veil, something you could just see through, and if we went over after dark, straight into the car here and out at my front door, you would be safely transported by your protector, me. I'll have to tidy things up a bit, so how about next weekend? Trust me, it'll be worth it."

I could see her consider it.

"Come on, you'll be safe, trust me."

"Can I think about it?" she asked

"Yes of course. Your 'no' would just mean taking things slower that's all."

Her hand slipped down and covered my penis.

"Can I have a slow fuck for now, from you this time? You're better than that machine."

"Not for long, Saffy dear, that machine's going places."

She laughed.

"You've got a dirty mind, my Saffron; all your places are mine this evening."

We retreated back indoors, leaving the plates in the sink. She was pulling me upstairs to the bedroom before I had time to think. We were in bed, kissing and playing in the build up to sex when there was a knock. I ducked my head under, like an ostrich.

"Saffron?" It was her father.

"Come in."

"I want a word with you, and your boyfriend." His voice was serious. "I don't want you doing that thing here in the house. Your mother wouldn't approve."

I pulled the covers down and sat up, feeling a bit sheepish as he glowered at me.

"Daddy, oh, don't be mean."

"If you want to do that thing with him then go and live with him."

"Dadd-."

He cut her off. "I mean it; I don't want him in this house again." 

He turned and left, closing the door none too gently.

I had somehow expected something like this. He must have put in a lot of miles for that short rant, swooping in to catch us 'In flagrante delicto'. "It meant Anna had been spying on our intimate moments and reporting them to him."

She was crying next to me. I put my arms around her, with her head on my shoulder.

"You'll have to come to my house now," I declared.

"I can't," she pleaded. "I can't go outside! The doctor said I was too frightened by the outside world."

I wiped the tears from her cheeks and eyes, smudging her no doubt waterproof mascara.

"Please, after dark, you can keep your eyes shut and I'll hold your hand all the way."

She looked at me. "Can I, Frank? Will you promise to bring me home if I get too scared?"

"Saffy darling, I'll do whatever to keep you happy."

She was still looking at me.

"Please my love, let's be gone before he comes back and finds us again."

She was considering it, going outside. I could see the hesitance but she was leaning my way.

"Saffs honey, trust me it'll be alright." There was encouragement in my voice.

She smiled at me, her mind made up. "Help me pack then."

She had no suitcases so we bundled what she wanted into some spare sheets and tied them up. Lord knows where they're going to live in my house; the bedroom was a mess of scattered clothes, many that should have been washed by now.

She raided the fridge before we left, carrying the loot in a pillowcase. The bundles of clothes just went in to the back seats and her loot into the boot.

She put her hand on mine on the gearstick. "I'm ready."

I drove slowly out of the driveway, into the gloom of twilight, dark blue/black to the east, with the palest touch of blue just lining the western horizon. I wrapped her hand around the stick shift and closed my hand on top. She leaned her head on my shoulder, and we were off, both of us driving without seatbelts.

I drove slowly and steady the quarter mile or so to my house. I drove up as close to the door as I could. As she started to get out I stopped her, holding her hand under mine.

"You'll need this," I said, proffering the key. I had a touch pad entry but I still kept a key on my ring, redundant usually except in case of a blackout.

Saffy scuttled inside to wait in the hall, leaving the door open for me to bring her clothes in. I brought the first bundle and gave it to her.

"Into your lounge is my bedroom," I hurriedly told her.

She looked at me, her head moving slightly off tilt. Then turned and carried the load off.

I came in with the second to an empty hall; she was still in the bedroom surveying the place. There wasn't a flat surface clean. Clothes, books, and papers covered the tables and chairs. Even the bed had yesterday's dirty clothes from showering draped over the foot board.

She heard me as I dropped the load down. "Oh, I've got a lot of work to come - sorting you and this out.

I smiled at her. "Let me get the food in from the car."

She was right. My life was on a path of irrevocable change; the slow plodding life of a drone was over. I'd enjoyed it while it lasted.

I didn't eat many meals at home. I went to restaurants occasionally, but more often I'd grab a pie and chips to eat in front of my computer. I was in the top one hundred at Newsvined, mostly for comments, but I seeded more than my fair share of science stories and reports.

She had piled all the clothes in one corner, and all the books and papers were heaped onto the table. 'God help me when she goes next door,' I thought, 'into a front room that'd become my workshop. That was not for the squeamish'.

She got things sorted out, using one of the spare rooms upstairs to store her stuff, because it was nearer the bathroom. The kitchen was at least clean and functioning. She put the milk and stuff into the erstwhile empty fridge, and then brought out some 'TV dinners' for the evening meal.

We made love and slept that night, me feeling secure and protective, with my hand on a breast and her tight little ass nestled into my crotch. In the morning she was hungry for love again, seizing and sucking my morning erection as a means of awakening me. 

I responded, pulling her leg across me and latching on to her hanging lips, sucking and licking them. I knew this was a favourite way of starting when we sixty-nined. I'd done it enough to know.

She took me to the back of her mouth; licking the shaft as she went down taking nearly all the six-plus inches of me. She retreated back up to the head, bringing her hand around to clasp the bottom and massage it. 

I was playing with her clit, tongue flicking at it like a punch bag, then sucking and nibbling it. She really enjoyed a tongued orgasm, if I could hold her still enough to get her there.

She was doing delightful things to my cock, licking round the rim, playing with my lips and fraenum. I was doing my best to hold back the growing pleasure in my balls, for I wanted her to cum with me. I hated it when I had to work to finish her off, when all I wanted to do was collapse and enjoy the sensations of my own body.

Her wiggling became a bucking and thrusting as she neared her orgasmic plateau. 

She stopped sucking and laid her head in my crotch, still masturbating me and now kissing and pulling on my pubic hair with her lips. I could feel her hot panting breath, her body tensing up and then the half screamed 'O god... Yess, yess... Ahh', and the warmth of her cum on my lips and chin.

She collapsed on top of me, slumping forward her body still writhing as the pleasure coursed through her, her wanking hand sporadically stroking me. She was still shivering with delight when I squeezed out from under her. 

Pulling her hips up, I let my tool find its own way in, with her engorged lips guiding it slipped in easily. I held steady as she pushed against me, taking it in to the hilt.

I took her hips and started thrusting fast and deep, the urgency of my own orgasm driving me. She, hardly over the first was being stoked for a second, if she was lucky.

I came, burying it deep as I pinned her to my jerking hips, my shuddering release brought on hers too. I pulled her hips with me as I sank back to sit on my legs. I brought my hands up and pulled her against me, cupping her breasts while my thumbs softly stroked her sweat slick nipples. Her hands covered mine, rubbing and smoothing them.

"I love you." She twisted her head and her upper body to look at me.

"And I love you back doubled."

"Redoubled!" She leaned in to kiss me as my dick plopped out. "Oh, that wasn't nice of it."

"You'll have to kiss and make up later," I whispered, half laughing at the delicious thought. "I need to shower, shave and get to work."

"Oh, not on our first day, this is the first day of our life together, like our honeymoon."

The sense of what she'd said struck me. This wasn't a normal day; it was special enough for its own calendar day, with a bright red square around it and its own special song as well.

"Yes, we can tidy the place up, organise the kitchen, and make it a bit more comfy." My face cracked a smile as I tried to tease her.

She threw a pillow at me. I took that as my cue to shower.

I was cooking us breakfast when she came padding in. The sausage and bacon were done and 'warming' under the grill, the eggs were sizzling and spitting.

"Do you like yours easy over or sunny-side?" I turned my attention from the pan; she stood there naked by the counter.

"Frank, I've forgotten something." She was looking sheepish, embarrassed even.

"Important?" I was thinking, 'Important enough to go back for?'

"It will be in a day or so, I'm getting the cramp of my period pains. I didn't bring my tampons; you'll have to get me some."

I flipped the egg anyway, while I took in her request. Only married men bought sanitary products at least that from what I saw in the supermarket.

"Oh, and you can get a dustpan and brush, oh and some dusting cloths and furniture polish."

Shi-it, I was looking forward to a day in bed with her and she'd taken me seriously. She wanted to clean the place. Oh well I'd asked for it.

It was ten thirtyish; I'd done a small run to the local minimart, even coming back with scented candles and air fresheners.

My mobile rang as I entered the hall. I recognised the number as the switchboard at work. 

"Hello?"

"Frank, is that you?"

Of course it was me. "Yes."

"It's Brian, Production."

"Yes." I knew that too.

"I've had the MD onto me, I'm sorry but he wants you suspended."

I bet he was sorry. He had come over as tolerating me, rather than friending me, when we had close collaboration that time. 

"Why, what have I done?" (Apart from skipping work this morning.)

"I don't know, he told me to start disciplinaries."

There was a gloat in the back of his voice, I could hear it.

"You can come in Friday to collect your stuff. I'm sending you an official letter. Ok."

"Shit, shit, shit." I said under my breath as he hung up. What has prompted this, I wondered if they had found out about the machine?

I picked the stuff up again and made my way to the kitchen.

"They've just fired me." I said as I saw Saffron, nude still but with a pinny covering her delicate parts.

"They what? Who what?"

"My boss, he just phoned and suspended me."

"What for?"

"I don't know, I was thinking the machine."

"No, I bet Daddy has a hand in this."

"Your father?"

"Yes, he plays golf with your boss."

That wasn't an angle I'd thought of. But after last night, if he knew we'd walked out.... I hoped it was her father, then the secret of my machine was still safe.

"I'll bet Daddy did it to spite us." She was looking quite annoyed. "Thought he had me trapped in the house, beholden to him.

"That's no worry anyway, I can start my own business if I want to, and I've got enough on my plate as it is with this machine of yours."

"You and your machine."

She seemed upset, maybe her pms.

"Well I was going to sort out all that this morning. I was going to see grandma's lawyers" 

She sniffled; I walked to her and held her in my arms.

"Have a wander round the house; see which rooms you want to use, how you want to decorate." That should take her mind off things.

We stood hugging for a few minutes longer, we parted slightly and I used my finger to gently pull her chin till she faced me. I softly kissed her, my lips first brushing hers, and then pressing on them as her fierce urgency stoked the passion between us.

"I love you." I cooed in her ear.

"And I love you back." She laid her head on my shoulder and sighed. My hands were on her naked back; her skin felt cool, I wondered if she felt cold.

She gave me another quick kiss before releasing herself from my grip. "Let's see what you bought then."

The trip to the solicitors was a nervous one for me with all I had to put before him; it brought back nicer memories of riding with my gran when I was younger. Usually there had been a high tea of sandwiches and cakes after, in one of the posh restaurants.

The solicitor's part was easy, in a way, only I was not sure where I stood with regard to the copyright. If the firm was sacking me, then if it wasn't a complete invention, did they still own the intellectual rights? 

My solicitor wasn't sure, but he'd start with the patent first thing. He'd have a specialist lawyer come to my workshop to detail my drawings and notes, and make the claim for me. 

I freed up money as a capital investment in the house, ostensibly to do repairs and the like, but most of it would surreptitiously go to redecorating and furnishing our new love nest. 

He'd make a few discrete enquiries about Viagan Solutions, and find the market value and things.

I also asked him about Saff's father, what he knew about him. 

Apparently not much, he'd heard of him by reputation only. His firm dealt in big business. He was a "mean ol' motherfucker", a shithead who'd buy and sell a grandmother for tuppence. Not a nice thing to learn about you new father.

After we finished business, he brought out a bottle of port, to celebrate my conversion to money. He was glad, he proclaimed, that I wasn't a real socialist.

I was back in the house, cleaning with Saffs, outrageously fully nude once more. My cock had been at least half hard since I'd first set eyes on her body, sending a thrill to wake it up. 

My instant attempt at seduction when I walked in hadn't worked, and she sent me off for a vacuum cleaner. I talked her through my news as we worked together. Even though the turn on from her nudity subsided somewhat, I still stole glances and had longings to touch her, but they were more easily contained.

As I was thinking it was about time to stop for something to eat, the doorbell rang. I was greeted by a presentably dressed young man, well, in his thirties, in a business suit and with a briefcase.

My first thought was that he was a salesman, and I was about to dismiss him when he spoke.

"James Farndon, solicitor." He flashed his card at me. "I'm here to do your patent."

'Jesus, that was quick, and with no warning either,' I thought.

"I wasn't expecting you."

"No, Donald told me you wanted it done quickly. These processes, with all the red tape, can take months sometimes."

I opened the door to let him in, fervently hoping that Saffy would not come out of the bedroom.

I took him into my workshop, shouting. "Saffs, we've got a guest, I'm in the workshop." With luck she'd stay hidden.

The ten minutes I'd mentally allowed him had doubled, and trebled. An hour later Saffy opened the door, carrying a tray of tea and coffee.

"I thought you might be thirsty, talking all this time."

"Thanks Saffs, that is just what is needed." I was up and taking the tray from her, deftly kissing her cheek while doing so.

"This is... I'm sorry I've forgotten your name," I said turning to him.

I could see his gaze fixed on Saffy, his eyes travelling from boobs to legs and back again. Saffy had thrown on an old baggy university sweat shirt of mine that fell loosely over her, accenting her breasts. She was barefooted with shear white tights on disappearing up under the hem of the shirt, teasing again.




Sybian Engineer 04



I coughed. "This is my partner, Saffron."

He took his eyes to her face.

"How do you do, I'm James; I'm here to help your husband."

He was going back into business mode again.

"I think he's got something here, I'll have to troll the records, but I think this is a first. We can generate loads of auxiliary patents from it, cover the market."

"Well you can have your tea, but I want my husband back, he hasn't finished in the bedroom yet."

I could see the cogs turn as he thought 'Finished what?'

As we finished our beverages I agreed to meet him at his office the next morning, around ten.

Saffy was lying face down across the bed, interacting with the laptop. She turned her shoulders as I came in.

"I've had to put all my passwords in, my one for...." she flushed, the blush brightening her cheeks. "My photos place thingy."

"He thinks my design is revolutionary, he wants to buy a share when we've got it all pinned down."

"That machine of yours again."

"That machine has a billion dollar potential; he says we should buy the company anyway, before someone else can."

"That's what I told Daddy, that you were going to buy the company and sack the MD."

I was next to the bed, she'd camel toed the tights, and had her legs wide enough for me not to miss it. 

I leaned over and started to caress her cheeks, my hands moving over and down to the tops of her legs, my thumbs trailing into her crevice and brushing her crushed labia, where they were trapped by the fabric. My fingers were tingling with the sensuous feel of her skin under the silky surface.

Opening her legs wider, she pushed the laptop away, nearly losing it off the edge of the bed.

My hand was into her crotch, massaging her pussy.

"Turn over," I requested.

She complied, and I dragged her right to the edge of the bed. I pushed her legs wide and leaned in to nuzzle her, licking from the knee all the way down to the nectar that was beginning to pimple through the tights. She bent up, reaching for my head and almost unbalancing us from her precarious perch.

I had the tongue of a slathering beast, licking and sucking at her mound, I was ready for the real thing. I moved back and took the seam, pulling it out and trying to tear it apart. It didn't give, but she raised her hips and began sliding them off.

She had them barely to her knees when I was pushing in under and between her legs again, diving straight in for the clit. My head was tight in her thighs as my sucking, nibbling and tickling got her excitement level soaring. I pushed my arms around her legs, searching for her breasts, and the hard nipples atop of them.

My ministrations were pushing her to the edge of unbridled orgasmic joy, her thighs tightening on my head as she toppled from the precipice into the pleasure. Her scream was the loudest yet, thank god we had a detached house.

When she was recovered and released my head, I straightened and found the springy tights catch my neck. My hands were fumbling for my belt and zipper.

My penis was now free and hungry for its turn; I ran my hands up her legs to her knees, where the tights had trapped me.

"Ready for round two, where the trouser snake finds a juicy hole to play in," I joked, pulling my head out. I put her calves onto my shoulder, holding her thighs tight to me as I lifted her, my other hand guiding my tool to meet her slick welcoming tunnel. She was smiling at me.

"Do it soft and slow, I want you to last forever."

I eased it in full, grinding my pubes against her mound as I moved it round inside her. She groaned and moved her legs down, trying to rid herself of the tights. I helped her, using my free hand to ease them up her calves till she could pull her feet free, pausing in my effort to thrill her again.

With her tights gone she opened her legs to me again and I leaned forward to take her rounded breasts in hand. 

I kept it slow, feasting my eyes on her writhing in pleasure on the bed before me. Eventually, (it seemed like forever), she began rising through the planes of joy toward the union with bliss. I increased my stroke rate, hoping to catch her.

She came, her 'Oh gods' were fewer, but she had wave after wave of contractions, squeezing joy from my penis clenched inside her. When they eased enough I ploughed on, bringing her a third as she brought mine on.

In the minutes it took us to recover she stroked my hair while I played softly with her nipple. It was a while before we stirred.

We ordered in; having dum sum, duck in orange sauce for me while she had king prawn in sweet and sour sauce. I was thinking of my invention and the possibilities of it. If I bought the factory I could have fun experimenting.

We spent the afternoon in part just messing around, having fun playing with each other's body, kissing and cuddling. 

While she was gone, making coffee, I set up an online account with one of the supermarket chains so that she could order all that we needed online, and have it delivered. I would have set up bank cards as well, but she declined, having access to my PayPal and sign-in for EBay, Amazon and the like was enough for now. 

With the evening on us and our first delivery of groceries from the online account, we cooked our dinner together. She enjoyed the freedom of walking around nude, using only a pinafore, while cooking. 

I enjoyed seeing her naked, especially the deliciously candid moments like now, when she sat cross-legged opposite me drinking her coffee. 

About eight I went and met an old friend, someone from the old days at university, a jazz aficionado who used the handle 'New age beatnik'. I got some 'greens' from him, he always had the best in the old days, a secret source of home grown.

I showed Saffy how to use the vaporiser, only a little for her first time, and we got pleasantly stoned together. 

We 'pigged' out on some ice cream. I dabbed some on her nipples then sucked it off, then to her delight I spooned some into her vagina and licked her out. It was the start of an entertaining bout of love making that lasted well into the early hours.



Sybian Engineer 05



SE5

A ring and other things new

The next morning we showered together, enjoying the touch and sensations of each other's bodies. Then we had breakfast, both of us nude, touching and stroking each other's bodies as we passed each other.

I went and sorted the details of my patent, and told my solicitors to go ahead and purchase the company. I arrived home eager to push the development of my syb. The clitoral stimulator had been left languishing in my workshop for the past few days.

Saffy greeted me in the hall dressed in only her bunny slippers, despite my now familiarity with her unclothed body I was turned on, my penis bulging in my jeans.

"Someone's glad to see me," she remarked, coming to rub her hand over the swelling.

"Someone will always be glad to see you," I replied, catching her neck and pulling her in to kiss me.

"Let's make love now, my period's due, and it'll be days then till we can do it again.

My intentions to work on the syb were abandoned in an instant; I scooped her up in my arms and bustled her into the bedroom.

"Have you got any more of those greens?" she asked as I laid her on the bed.

I had, I'd bought an ounce and we had barely made a dent in it last night.

"Yes, shall I show you how to do it?"

"I know how to do it," she said, giggling at my unintended double entendre. "I want to smoke before we do."

I went to the cupboard where I'd packed it away, bringing it back to the bed. I unscrewed the top and led her through the ritual of preparing it. I'd had this model for nearly three years now; it was a birthday gift from my last girlfriend.

I let her have the first toke, then refilled it for myself. She was lying, knees bent legs apart, next to me. As the green light signalled ready I yanked the cord and nestled it up into her pussy.

"What are you doing?" she lent up on her elbows.

"I'm sucking in your aroma with it," I replied.

"Oh, like in Barbarella, essence of woman instead."

She leaned back, while I inhaled.

"Which part of me is sexiest?" she asked, popping her head up again.

"All of you, from your finger tips to your toes."

I leaned forward and took her big toe in my mouth.

"No, which part do you like best?" she was up on her elbows again. "My boobies, my legs..."

"Your legs, all the way up to the top where they join."

It was true, her vulva, with its bush of curly hair was a visual delight. Her pink wrinkled labia, darkening as they protruded, were like two rosy petals when it opened, with her clit the stamen inside, the pistil being her vagina itself. It was fascinating how complex and sensitive it was; I could spend hours playing and exploring it.

"Really, you think I've got nice legs?"

"You've got nice everything, except...."

"Except what," she asked anxiously. 

"Except your farts smell."

"Oh, you." She grabbed a pillow from behind her and swung it at me.

I tickled the foot I still held. She was laughing already but this caused her to laugh louder as she wrenched her foot away.

I rolled onto her, and in between her legs, where I nibbled and pulled at her pubes with my lips. She pushed her groin against my mouth, and I moved again, bringing my body on top of hers so we were face to face. 

"I love your lips," I said as I kissed them lightly. "I love your nose," I kissed that. "I love your eyes." She blinked as I tried to kiss them.

"Get your camera out," she requested.

"Huh?"

"I want you to take some pictures of me, and some of you as well."

I retrieved my camera.

"Well get undressed then," she ordered.

I passed her the camera and stripped my sweatshirt off. I unzipped my jeans, pushing them and my shorts down and sat on the edge of the bed. My cock was going from firm to solid, she leaned over my shoulder and *flash*, she took a picture. She had the giggles; the THC had got to her.

I eased my shoes off and bent to push my jeans to my ankles, she ran her fingernails down my spine. Then kissed my neck as I straightened up, before I could turn to her she pulled me flat onto the bed, then clambered, knees across my chest. *Flash*, *flash*. Then I felt her fingers pushing it forwards. *flash*. 

Straining my neck I could see, through the gap in her legs, her pussy, and beyond that her fingers holding my tool.

"How close can it get?"

A puzzling second. Ah, the camera, how close would it focus?

"About six inches," I replied.

*flash*, *flash*.

She was clambering off. "Let's try another angle." She moved round to my side.

"Here," she said, handing me the camera. "Take one of me sucking it."

She slipped off the bed and knelt before me. She took my cock in her hand.

"Ready."

I took six or seven pictures as she slathered my tool. It was hard to concentrate and aim with the pleasure she was inflicting on me.

"Can you take one cumming in my mouth?" she was stroking me now, not her usual slow gentle strokes but vigorously, squeezing hard as she did.

She started licking my bell end. "Start clicking then!"

I could feel my excitement rising, the tingling pleasure deep in my groin. All I wanted to do was lay back and enjoy it.

My hips twitched and thrust forward.

"I'm coming," I gasped. I was just pointing and pressing, and hoping for the best.

I spurted and kept clicking, and then she was licking the dribble and taking it into her mouth again. I lay back, spent, my chest heaving.

"Where's the lead for your laptop?"

"It was in the pouch with the camera," I managed to say all in one breath.

She gave my cock a kiss, and reached up onto the bed for the case.

She brought the laptop to the bed and plugged the camera in, clicking the 'open files' as it popped up.

"Huh?" There on the screen were the shots of her in the white tights; they'd been in the camera's memory all the time.

"How did you get those back?"'

"I didn't, they've been on the memory card all this time."

"You kept them?" 

"No, I didn't think, I was so worried in case you complained that I just put the camera away and forgot about them."

"You didn't accidently on purpose forget?"

"No, honestly, I just put the camera away when I got home."

"Well I'm glad you did, I can add them to my collection now. They're much better than my old web cam."

"Your collection?"

"Yes, I used to swap sexy pictures with Babs."

"You still got them?" I had the beginnings of a nasty thought.

"Yes, they're upstairs on my old laptop."

"Can I see?"

She slipped off the bed, put her bunny slippers on. I followed her upstairs.

She pulled it out of the drawer and switched it on. I took it from her hands.

After a few moments her 'login' screen came up with a password box.

"What's your password?"

She took it back from me, half closing the screen as she keyed in her 'word'.

"It's creepy up here, can we go back downstairs?"

"Sorry, yes of course Saffs."

We went back down, she hugging the laptop to her.

I held her shoulders as she clicked through a few files, opening one named Bananas.

There in pixelated low res were pictures of her naked, mostly long shots, but further into the file were shots of her wide legged holding her labia open.

"You've sent these over the Internet?"

"They're just some private shots, between the two of us." She was a little bewildered as to where this was going.

I clicked to minimise the folder, and clicked on the Mozilla icon. At least she had a safe web browser.

I ran a search term for 'image search engine' and clicked on 'Tineye'. I copied one of the more lurid ones across and hit the enter button. It came up with eight good matches, all behind pay walls.

"That's me!" she squealed, her hand covering her mouth.

I turned and held her. "It's alright, they're labelled Eva, so no one knows who you really are."

She was beginning to sob, "But everyone can see."

"Saffs, there are thousands, no hundreds of thousands of pictures like that out there."

"Pictures of me?" she had her arms around me, leaning back looking me in the face. I could see the tears welling and running down her cheeks.

"No, girls who are posing for money."

'And silly girls who are tricked into it,' I wanted to add, but that would upset her more.

"It's alright, I still love you; you were tricked into it. It doesn't matter to me."

I brought my hand to wipe away the tears, and then kissed her on the nose. I felt so sad for her, and really vengeful about Babs.

"If you want we'll forget about it, like it never happened." It was my fault; I'd half expected to find it. I'd take another bet that Babs wasn't real either. I'd have a word with Donald tomorrow, see what could be done.

"How can I forget now that I've seen it." She wrenched herself from my arms and threw herself onto the bed.

"Oh Frank, my life is such a mess."

"Your life is our life now. Remember, you said we were getting married, so I proposed."

"Do you love me?" she asked, rolling over on the bed and looking at me.

"More than ever, with all my heart," I climbed onto the bed and put my arms around her. "We all make mistakes sometimes, it's what life's about. Moving on when you've fucked up."

'Oh shit', I thought, 'I've just sworn in front of her'.

"Come on, let's live our life, not worry about what other people think."

She tucked her arms about my neck, and squeezed against me. I rolled her on top and we lay together quietly, her sniffles subsiding.

"Come on," I said, kissing her on the cheek. "Are you hungry, let's go and raid the fridge."

She pushed up and gave me a weak smile, "I'm hungry for your love."

As she shifted on top of me my stomach rumbled.

"Oh, you are hungry."

"Hungry for you," I pulled her down and kissed her.

She struggled. "No, let's fill your tummy; then you can fuck me all night."

She put her slippers on and I followed her to the kitchen, admiring her figure from the back. She was poetry in motion.

She put the pinny on, "What would you like to eat?" 

The answer was obvious, "You." I tried to slip my hand round her waist, but she dodged away.

"I'm dessert, food first then you can have me," I was glad that she was brightening up, her happy smile cheering me up as well.

She moved to the fridge, "We've got sausage, eggs and bacon." I pondered a moment. She opened the freezer, "There are lamb chops or a steak."

"Any chips in there?"

"There's some crinkle cut."

"And fish fingers?"

"That's brain food, how about sausage and chips." It was the way she said sausage, raising her eyebrows and making it sound vaguely indecent. 

I laughed, "You can have my sausage now, raw and full of flavour."

She giggled at my lewd suggestion, making a face at me. I was happy she was happy again.

She put the fryer on, pouring the frozen chips into the basket and perching it on top. The sausages were in the pan, on a low heat. She was standing there in front of the stove, humming to herself.

I lounged back on the stool. A month ago I would have been eating out or ordering in. Now I had the prettiest girl standing nearly nude and cooking for me, a life change I couldn't have imagined. The change in her life was even more dramatic; we had each become the focus for each other.

"Oh, oh no." I snapped out of my reverie. She looked at me, put her hand to her crotch and half ran past me.

"Saffs, what's the matter?" I was off the stool and after her, making it to the door in time to see her run up the stairs.

"Saffs," I called again, now running after her.

The light was on in the toilet, I poked my head round the door. "Are you alright?"

She was sitting on the toilet, pinny over her knees. There was a dark stain in the middle of it.

"My period's come." There was a half sob in her voice.

I fully entered and walked over to her, crouching by her side.

"It's alright," I said, putting my arm round her back to comfort her.

"It should have come two days ago; I thought I might be pregnant, now I'm not."

She had her head on my shoulder; I felt the splash of a hot tear.

I said the first silly thing that came into my head, "We can try for next time."

Beep, beep, beep, beep! The fire alarm, the kitchen, the food on the stove was burning. 

"Shit!" I took the stairs three at a time, in the kitchen there was smoke from the chip pan but no flames, I turned the gas off on both burners and was on my way back up the stairs. Saffy was walking from the toilet, a handful of toilet paper held between her legs.

"Where are the tampons you got me?"

I turned and rushed into the bedroom, I'd put them in the corner, on a pile of papers.

I tore the top of and pulled one out, as I turned to return to her she entered the room. I held out the tampon to her.

"Is there an applicator?"

I looked in the box again, there was a cardboard tube. I gave it to her. She handed me the tissue.

"Flush that for me." Her bright red blood was soaked into it. I stood watching her.

"Well go on then."

"I've never seen...."

"And you're not going to this time!"

I turned and left her to it, discretion being the better part of valour.

I was in the kitchen, seeing what could be rescued. The chips were fine, a little smoky but the sausages were blackened on one side. I heard her slippers behind me.

She was dressed, a t-shirt and a long skirt. Incongruously the t-shirt had a Star Wars logo, CP3O saying, 'Well I never'.

I immediately went and took her in my arms.

"Are you alright?" Her eyes were a little red from her second bout of crying.

"I'm fine."

She looked over at the stove, "I've ruined the meal."

"Who cares, we can order a take out."

"Oh, if you want. I just want to go to bed."

"Another good idea, I can kiss and cuddle you to sleep."

"That's all you can do for the week," she gave me a little smile.

I went to kiss her but she turned her face and my kiss landed on her cheek.

I let her slip from my arms, but caught her hand and interlaced my fingers with hers.

"Come on then, let's get you to bed."

I walked her to the bedroom, then, at the side of the bed I took her in my arms.

"I love you, 'For better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death us do part'. Isn't that how it goes?"

Holding her, standing close, I meant every word.

"Oh," she softened in my arms and hugged me tighter, "and I love you."

I could feel my cock stiffening, pushing into her skirt. I eased away from her. I let my hands slide down her back to the zipper of her skirt.

"No," she caught my arms.

"Well you're not going to sleep in it?"

She released my arms and I moved them back up her back.

"Oh," her voice sounded a little cross, "well do it then."

I unzipped her and let the skirt fall to the ground. 

"Into bed then," I said, and followed her, removing my socks before pulling the covers over us and turning out the light.

I lay there next to her, cuddled up to her back, my arm round her, forearm tucked under her breasts. Though I was still, my mind was tossing and turning. I would like to have revenge on Babs, for what she had done to Saffy. I was prepared to use the money, and the power it represented, to get even. A subject I would take up with Donald in the morning.

There was one other thing I would do tomorrow as well; find the best engagement ring I could afford. I was good at professing my love, but I wanted her to have a tangible sign of it.

The morning was glorious, outside in the back garden the sun was shining, the birds singing. It was a day that made you happy to be alive. Saffy seemed her usual happy self, though was more private with her body, dressing while I was in the shower. When I came out she had jeans and a tank top on, she was even wearing a bra underneath, my little Venus in blue jeans.

I phoned Don first, just to make an appointment; I didn't want to say too much over the phone. I also got Saffy to log on to her laptop so I could load her pictures onto a usb stick, she was a bit reluctant. 

I didn't like to remind her by bringing the subject up, but I needed them, if only to have them removed for copyright violation. She acquiesced with my assurances that they were only for me.

Don was very obliging, promising to use his contacts in the Met and a US attorney he worked with. He told me that the purchase of the company was well underway, but could take up to a month to complete.

My search for an engagement ring led me to a beautiful diamond ring, set with four sapphires. I had a problem with her ring size, but was promised free alteration to make it a perfect fit. 

I tucked the box carefully into the bottom of my pocket, and kept patting it every few minutes to reassure myself that it was still there.

It was on the way home that I noticed that a blue saloon was going the same way as me, even when I took some odd turns just to verify it. Had I been followed from the jewellers? Was the diamond in my pocket the object of their interest? I took a risk and ran a red light just to try and shake them. 

I had intended to stop at an off license to pick up some champagne. I drove for ten minutes, turning randomly left and right, till I was sure that I had lost them before daring to stop and buy my bubbly. My credit card bill at the end of the month would be a sizable hit.

While I was stopped I phoned Saffy, to see if there was anything special I could pick up for our dining pleasure that evening. Something special that she really liked turned out to be salmon, poached in milk with seasoning, I had her text a list to my phone and went supermarket shopping for the ingredients. 

She was watching TV when I got home. As soon as I entered the room, still laden with the shopping, she pounced on me. Kissing and hugging me and telling me how much she missed me. I had only been gone some couple of hours, yet her affection had my cock twitching despite her state.

After we had packed the food away, we talked about the redecoration of the house. She had had a good look around while I was out. She wanted to move our bedroom upstairs, like 'normal folk'. She quite liked many of the old paintings my grandmother had collected and wanted to keep a lot of the furniture as well.

She fancied fish and chips for lunch, an easy option for me. There was a chip-shop in the local shopping centre, one which I used frequently on the way home from work. As I set out in the car for the short journey I noticed I had picked up a tail again. The same blue salon was waiting round the corner and I saw it drop onto my bumper as I passed it. 

I was puzzled and wary; the ring was now stashed in my workshop, safe from Saffy's accidental discovery. I was tempted to stop and demand to know why he was following me. But though it might be better to let him continue, and see what developed. Whoever it was, was clumsy as I'd easily spotted him both times. I was unsure whether to mention it to Saffy when I got home, thinking about it while shopping had opened the possibility that it might be her father's doing, spying on us to see what was up. There was nothing to find anyway, except perhaps a few foolish follies from my student days, if they dug deep enough. Mind you, I was going to have to be careful with the ganja, I'd have to stash that more carefully just in case.

After our midday snack I left Saffy planning the decor, while I took myself off to my workshop, and my long neglected syb. The parts I had ordered had finally arrived and with Saffy occasionally looking in to check on me, I set about assembling them to make my new clit tickler. I put in a lot of hard work in those few hours.



Sybian Engineer 06



Her fetish, my delight, as things come together

*

Saffy had coffee ready when I joined her in the kitchen, I know the condemned man is allowed his choice of breakfast but the butterflies in my tummy made me think it best to go hungry.

We made some small talk over coffee, me telling her of my planned trip back to my old work place, she in turn told me that she would look up some interior decorators online and get some to come round to discuss her planned renovation.

I was in two minds about broaching the subject but tomorrow I was to make my weekly Saturday visit to my mum, down on the coast. I dearly wanted her to come with me, to show her off to mother. She had been on at me about a girlfriend and I wanted to have her meet the one I'd chosen.

The drive to my old place was familiar enough to let me reflect on the events of the week, my world had changed beyond thinking; it had been a lifetime of change in a few short days. A change that I was wholly in favour of, my new direction in life was a one eighty from the old job orientated existence of a few weeks ago. It held exciting prospects.

I went into reception instead of the back way to my old office. I think that the receptionist was slightly embarrassed; at least she was uncharacteristically flustered by my presence. Brian came down to meet me, he handed me a letter. 

When I opened it, it was as I expected a letter of dismissal. The ground they cited was behaviour, 'Bringing the company into disrepute', a catchall phrase that was vague enough to cover a multitude of sins.

"And this is it?" I asked him.

"You'll have your salary paid till the end of the month." He informed me. "And any holidays you're owed."

He waved his hand towards the door to the offices. "Shall we get this over with." I glanced back at him, there was a half smile on his lips.

'You'll be one of the first to go' I thought as I walked up the stairs.

There were only my notebooks, and a few odd papers that I wanted. I unlocked the desk draw where I kept my private papers, mostly thoughts and ideas on mods and improvements that I'd idly jotted down, fortunately I'd taken all the stuff for my new syb home.

Brian held out his hand for the desk key and I slipped it of my keyring and handed it to him. He wanted to look at the papers I was removing, in case there were any company secrets. 

I argued with him. There were more secrets in my head than I could possibly take away on a few scraps of paper. I out stared him and he backed down, letting me take what I had chosen.

He escorted me back to the reception area.

"Well I won't say it's been nice knowing you, we've never got along," he declared. "Your too much of an intellectual snob, always more knowledgeable, wanting to do it the 'right' way."

'There was the right way and there was the cheap way, which was his way'. I thought. 'You didn't build for reliability by shaving pennies, quality costs'.

The smile on his face would be on mine in a few weeks, when I came back as the new owner. I was looking forward to that.

The blue saloon showed up in my rearview mirror as I drove away from the place, he'd probably followed me while I had been distracted reviewing the week. It was of no matter, I had nothing to hide.

Whilst I was cooking up a chicken stir fry Saffy asked me if I still had some of the 'greens' left, she wanted some for tonight, it would help her sleep tonight as the last lot had made her dreamy and relaxed. That gave me the idea of making some pot brownies, she could use them on the trip tomorrow, they would help reduce her anxiety.

I checked our supplies; we had enough flour, butter and sugar, I would make a start on them after we had tea.

I looked up some recipes on the net while Saffy was watching some old film on tv, I settled for one that used half a gram per, it seemed about right seeing that they were ingested.

As it neared bedtime I got the vaporiser out, making one for each of us, and leaving it primed for another as a nightcap for Saffy later. We were both lying face down watching some nature program.

"Look, look there in the top corner."

There in the near distance, while the commentator was prattling on about their habitat, was a big buck deer mounting a doe. 

Saffy was in stitches laughing about it. It would have been perfect to set the mood for the night in other circumstances, but at the moment I was glad of it as a distraction from her thinking of our long trip tomorrow.

With the tv finished we got ready for bed. Saffy had a last puff, not that she really needed it, she was in a great mood already. She was stripped down to her panties, breasts swinging slightly as she climbed into bed. She was laying on her back, me sideways on with an arm draped over her.

She turned to give me her back, but before we were settled she turned again, facing me. I felt her hand enclose my flaccid penis.

"Do you want me to give you a suck?"

"No, it's alright, lets sleep we've got an early start in the morning."

"Oh, I want to give you a suck."

"Then you needn't ask, anytime you want just start and I'll follow."

She slid down the bed and I felt her warm lips surround my head as she began. My cock, already rising with the contact with her hand, surged up to full rigidity. 

She took it slow, almost teasingly, for the first minute. Licking and kissing languorously she let the tension build till the next second she took it full to the back of her throat, then scraped her teeth up its length. 

Her foot was sticking out above the cover and I took it, sucking on her big toe, then licking her toes one by one.

I could feel the increased pressure of her fingers in response as I did it, she took it in again, pressed against the roof with her tongue stroking my fraenum. The thrill was bringing me on, I wouldn't last another minute at this rate.

I clutched her ankle as I came, my breathing like a steam train running downhill. I lay there as I wallowed in the bliss that overwhelmed me. She was sucking and squeezing every last drop out, extending the pleasure she'd already given me. 

I felt deliciously warm and relaxed, almost drifting into sleep. I felt Saffy come lie against me, leg across me.

"Is that one of your fetishes?"

"Huh?"

"Sucking my toes like that."

"No, it was all that I could reach."

"Have you got any then?"

"A fetish, well the nearest I come is tights, I suppose."

"Tights, a stocking fetish."

"It's not really a fetish, I just love the feel of them, making love to you when you're wearing them, tearing them open to get my tongue deep into you." I was picturing it in my mind, I could feel my cock twitch, coming back from the dead.

"Alright, just cause we can't."

"Oh, sorry Saffs, I didn't mean...."

"'Salright." 

A moments silence stretches between us.

"Have you got any?"

"This is the first sex I've had, so I don't know yet."

"You got any fantasies?" I remembered, oh, days ago, when she told me about Babs and facebook. She had mentioned fantasies then.

"Well.... No, I can't, it's.... I don't know, silly."

"Oh, come on, I might want to try as well."

"No, you wouldn't. Well, I don't think you would."

She paused, I let it hang pregnant.

"Well, it's about riding, sitting side saddle, using you as a stool while I eat and feed you tit bits, you know, with the bridle and things. Then you would lick me out, I wouldn't let you stop until I had three orgasms, then I would jump on your dick and fuck myself to another grand climax one."

Her voice had dropped to a whisper almost, I could feel the nipple, not an inch from mine, stiffening against me. Like me, thinking about it turned her on; a visit to a sex shop was called for.

"What's yours?"

"Mine, I've already told you mine, doing it with tights. I love feeling the little tiny mounds of flesh that poke through, with the sleek silky sensation as my tongue slides over it, it really feels nice, then when I can feel your clit stick out, I know it's time to go in."

"No, what do you think of when you frig yourself, what makes it work for you?"

"I'd like to do it with two women, one riding my cock, and the other letting my lick her, they're kissing and playing with each other's breasts, then when they have their orgasms they swap round, except she's going down on it now, sucking and licking me to boiling point and I cum buckets in her mouth, then she shares it by kissing the one I'm licking, and that makes her cum as well."

"Oh, it's a man thing. Why do they always want two when they've only got one dick?"

I laughed, it broke the moment.

"It's late, let's go to sleep."

She wriggled, trying to snuggle closer, then she was still. Her breathing slowed, and she was soon asleep. I thought about the drive tomorrow, she was putting a lot of faith in me, faith that with me by her side she would be alright.

The alarm went off and I fumbled for it, then for the light, I felt like I'd barely closed my eyes. Saffy, by my side was stirring as well, throwing the covers back with more energy than I could muster. 

I followed her to the bathroom, joining Saffy in the shower. She was naked and wanted to wash herself, at least in her private parts, but she let me wash her back and chest.

Dressed and with the bag of biscuits in hand, we were at the door before sunrise, Saffy tentatively peeking round the door before yielding to the tug of my hand and following me to the car. If my friend in the blue saloon was around he'd better have a full tank of petrol, he was going to need it.

The drive out to the motorway was easy, with very light traffic on the road. Saffy had her arm looped round mine, her head resting on my shoulder. She grumbled when I disturbed her, with the handbrake at the first red light. 

The cookie she'd eaten drawing her down for the full hit. At least she had her seatbelt on this time.

We were over an hour into the drive, with the sun well above the horizon in a cloudless blue sky when she surfaced, squeezing my arm and yawning as she looked around at the countryside we were travelling through.

"Can we stop somewhere? I need to pee."

"We'll stop at the next service station; we can get something to eat as well, if you want."

She stretched her arms and shoulders. "Mm, that'd be nice, I feel a bit peckish."

I turned the radio on, it flickered with static, the tuning button got me a classical station. Playing Beethoven, his seventh, one of my favourites, I let it play on. Saffy lay back on my shoulder, idly running her fingers up and down my arm.

My phone went off in my pocket, I was tempted to ignore it, but she was already adjusting her position, in anticipation of me moving. I fished it out and passed it to her.

"Hello..., Daddy, what are you.... No.... No he's driving.... No.... Alright.... Alright.... Ok.

"Your father?" I wondered how he got my number and, what he was doing phoning me.

"Yes, he says he's sorry, he misjudged you, he wants us to meet." She said her voice barely audible above the ambient noise. I didn't know what to think. It was always only a matter of time before any ferreting discovered the true state of my financial affairs. He must have had that report delivered this morning.

"He wants you to ring him back when we stop. Shall I phone him now and tell him no?"

"Do you want me to?"

"No, you're driving."

"No, tell him no?"

"I don't know, he was very mean to us, but that's how he is."

"Don't worry; he won't be mean to me now, not now he knows how much I've got."

"N...o," she said thoughtfully. "He's always loved money, that was his row with my mother, he was never home to see us, even on weekends he was out, playing golf."

"Golf was designed for business," I remarked. "All that walking about, nothing to do but talk."

"So do you want to then?"

"What do you think? He's your father."

"We can if you want, he won't change my mind."

"Alright then we'll phone him later."

I drove on, looking for a service station, while I told Saffy how to wind the seat back, and she ate another biscuit.

I was signalling, and slowing for the turning when she popped her head up again.

"Where are we?"

"Just pulling in for your pee and tea now, squirt it out one end and fill it up the other."

She laughed more than the joke was worth, let's hope her mood carried her through the first test, I couldn't hold her hand in these toilets.

I parked and she hugged my arm tight as we walked to the entrance. It wasn't that busy outside, inside, in the restaurant, was where she'd feel most exposed.

The toilet part went easy, I took her to the door, left and did mine, and was back outside when she came out.

There was no queue in the cafeteria, so we grabbed trays and loaded up what we wanted. 

We paid and I walked her over to a corner, where there were little dividers between the tables. She was looking round a lot, staying close enough to almost trip me, but so far she was only showing a little nervousness.

I was feeling more and more proud of her, pleased with her bravery. We'd finished the meal, and popped into the newsagents to buy a few snacks, and were on our way out. True, she was still clinging to my arm, but she'd faced down her terrors and won this small victory.

The rest of the drive was boringly forgettable. We arrived with an hour to spare for the normal visiting hours, so we walked along the cliff top. The view out over the water never failed to impress me and I think Saffy liked it as well, but she wouldn't go within ten feet of the cliff edge.

The visit with my mother was a bit of a trial, with the drugs the palliative care home were giving her she could drift in and out of lucidity. But when she was aware she expressed joy at me having found the right girl. 

I left Saffy with her a while, whilst I talked to the nurse in charge, her condition had worsened again. She seemed to have lost the will since Granny died. They honestly didn't expect her to last that much longer. Still she had been here six months, with a two month prognosis when she arrived.

After we left we both ate some biscuits and went for another stroll along the cliff tops, this time finding a shady patch of grass under a tree, and simply laying enjoying the warm day.

We drove home an hour or so later, on the way I realised that we hadn't phoned home, her father that is. I resolved to do it when we got back. However Saffy was so relieved to be home, swinging from my neck in the hallway that I forgot again. I'd do it tomorrow if I remembered.

I spent more time writing up notes, getting the details down for my patent application; I had another meeting next week. Saffy was on the computer, no doubt surfing for ideas to make the house 'pretty'. She had the designer coming as well.

It was quite late before she called me for something to eat. She had prepared a meal of sausage and chips, done properly this time, she emphasised. She wouldn't let me go back to work, at least not straight away, she wanted to cuddle with me a while.

She had another biscuit, and brought me one with a cup of coffee, when it was time for bed. When we were in bed she put my hand on her breast, and let me play gently with her nipple till she drifted off. It felt real good having her beside me.

In the morning we lay in, we had nothing special to do today. She gave me another slow blow job. Then letting me wash her when we showered together again, It was getting to be a good sharing experience, touching without the need for sex, just the thrill of each other's bodies.

In the afternoon I nipped out, I went and found a sex shop, after some discussion with the girl there I came away with a bridle, an imitation soft plastic saddle with a strip 'designed to pleasure you' and a soft tipped jockeys whip. That would be her surprise when her period stopped.

Sunday was a repeat of Saturday, we ate the last of the biscuits with coffee in my workshop and we cuddled, with me playing with her nipple again, I could make a ritual out of that as well, at least, while she couldn't.

Monday, and I must phone her father, the blue saloon wasn't around over the weekend, I wonder if he's outside waiting. I could unstick his gumshoe if I wanted, so it wasn't a problem if he was still around.

I'd woken up alone, I looked around but she'd disappeared to parts unknown, 'beyond the pale' as they say. She came creeping in while I was lying back down, contemplating whether I should get up. I looked up when I heard her, and she straightened, smiling at me. 

Her breasts did that enthralling jiggle as she climbed back into bed. She snuggled up to me, and then scrunched herself up into a foetal ball, I was bemused till she flourished her panties. Her period was over, sex was back on the menu and I was going to get a full serving.

I had the gifts stuffed under the mattress, the lumpy bits up under my pillow. I was leaning back, preparing to get them, when she caught me for a kiss. I brought my hand round, softly pushing her shoulder.

"Wait, wait-wait-wait, I've got something for you.

I leant over and pulled out my surprise, giving the harness first then the saddle and whip.

"Oh that's so sweet of you." She kissed me, thirty seconds of liposuction. "That means you agree, you'll do it for me, be my horse. Oh."

She kissed me again, another thirty seconds, this time our tongues were doing the Pasodoble. 

Her eyes were sparkling. "Can I, can I try it on you now?"

I picked up the saddle and unbuckled it, offering the straps to her, but she already had the bridle and was unbuckling that. I turned my back to her, my cock stiffening at the thought of all that juicy licking to come.

The harness fitted over like a cap, a broad headband with two straps over the centre, and a chin strap with a little cup for my chin. The reins linked behind my ears. The whole affair, even the buckles was lined with a velvety material. It was comfortable, but it felt strange.

While she was buckling me up, I slid my hand up her leg, reaching for her pussy. It was moist and slippery, her lips plump. As I let my finger glide over her clit she wriggled, and moved back.

"Don't, I'll never get this done if you start that." 

Her hands were trembling as she did the final buckle. 

"On the floor," her voice carried her urgent demand.

I got down on all fours. She jumped astride me, middle of my back, legs over my shoulders. I felt the whip tap lightly on my thigh.

"Giddy-up." 

I started to scramble round the floor, heading round to the other side of the bed. She pulled my head sideways, turning instead to the door in the hallway, I let her guide me. She took me into the hallway and back into the bedroom.

I could feel her knees tightening and loosening on my neck, the wet patch and the wriggling was her playing with herself. I could hear the moans of delight as well as she steered me to the side of the bed. She leapt off me and onto the bed, her legs dangling over the side.

"Lick me, quickly, make me cum."

I needed no second invitation; my cock was throbbing with anticipation. I slid my hands slowly up her thighs, half way I swooped in with my tongue homing on her clit. There was the aroma of scented soap. I nibbled and teased it with my lips first before bringing the dexterity of my tongue tip into play.

She was writhing in joy in a scant few seconds, lying back and playing with her breasts. I used my chin to massage her lips, despite the bristle on it, trying to max out the stimulus. She was thrusting at me; this would be the quickest she had cum since we started having sex.

And cum she did, after the first spasm she filled my mouth, catching in my throat and making me cough. As I moved back another jet came out with the next shudder. She was squirting, suppressing the half cough coming I clamped my mouth on to catch the third if there was one.




Sybian Engineer 06



I popped my head up, grabbing her hands. She still had the third part, riding me like a cowgirl. She eased over, I let go one hand to guide my cock in, and we sank to the floor. She took my full length and sat a moment, savouring it filling her. Then she began to jerk up and down, firing herself up.

It was ecstatic relief for me to, bringing my cock in on the action was giving it the workout it was begging for. Together we surfed the sexual wave, a tsunami of euphoric pleasure. She came before me, the tightening waves dragging me nearly to my tipping point.

A brief respite and she started again, leaning forward; hand on my chest instead of gripping my calves like last time. She was slow and delicate, drawing out the thrill building in my groin. When I began to hump her she quickened, matching the pace of my urgent thrusting.

I exploded in her and she stilled her motion, letting my twitching cock expel its load. Then she leant towards me, pushing us away from the bed, so we could lie flat to one another.

"I love you," she whispered in my ear. "You're so special, doing this for me." 

She hugged me. "I love you-I love you-I love you," she sighed in my ear.

"And I love you to," I whispered back, with equal intensity.

I wanted to lie here forever, Saffs in my arms; it would be a perfect world.

Nature, unfortunately controls the bladder, as soon as the first urge was felt I rolled Saffy to the side.

"See you in the shower" I murmured in her ear, as I rose and rushed for the toilet.

She followed me up, and found me struggling to remove the reins, the master buckle was right at the back, and I couldn't find the end. She giggle when she saw me and had me bend my head, her breasts were either side of my eyes, squinting up I could see them dangling there.

When she finished, and pulled it off, I pulled her in, raising my head to kiss her nipple. She let me suck it, moving forward to press it into my mouth. My penis took note and twitched back into life. I hefted her onto my hips, keeping her breast in my mouth, and walked sideways to the shower.

I set her down, letting her breast plop, as the areola slipped from my lips. She leant in and let her nipples scrape down my chest, it was erotic enough to make me shiver with the thrill, my stiffened tool squeezing her lips apart as it slipped up into her. 

She let out a squeal of delight and pleasure, echoed in the grunt that escaped my lips. I hadn't meant it, but I had speared her perfectly, she went on like a second skin. She wrapped her legs around my waist and started to pound me, her pussy slapping into my balls.

I reached and pulled her closer, stretching to kiss her. Her lips touched mine and I gave them the merest brush, before penetrating them with my tongue, I was making love to the two nicest holes, or really we were sharing the honours, her working the bottom and me lavishing oral worship.

She came first, and second, but only by tens of seconds. As soon as she started again I got my reward, I could feel my knees tremble, and she was quick in releasing me, lest I should fall. But she was just as quick pressing herself against me, that I forgave that lack of faith.

With a start like that, all was sunny in my world, I felt ready for anything. Especially phoning her father, I would love to hear what he had to say.

I got my chance after breakfast, when Saffy went online, she was talking to her friend on facebook, I scrolled through my phone and dialled it, it rang and went busy. He obviously didn't want my call. Maybe he was busy in a meeting, or on a golf course, I didn't know how prophetic that was.

I sat and did kinda nothing, looking at Saffy typing away on the laptop, I supposed I should get dressed and finish up on some things in the work shop.

I was going to have to start packing things up in there if we were having the builders in. In fact I was thinking of renting a small unit somewhere so I could make it like a day job, Saffy could come with me.

"Frank, you know about Babs," Saffy said suddenly, I refocused on her. She had one of those 'I don't know whether to laugh or cry' faces, twitching between the two.

"No, what about Babs?"

"Well she, he actually, is being investigated for identity theft, and copyright theft. I heard it from one of the girls when she heard of what he'd done to me."

So Donald did have some clout, I bet there wasn't a picture of her left on the web.

"That makes me feel much better; he did it to loads of others too, apparently."

I smiled secretly inside. That was one black cloud lifted, and another made misty with her ventures outside.

"Can we celebrate, I feel like champagne."

"Come on then let's go out and buy one, we can get a rosé, pink champagne, as the Americans called it in hotel California. Come on let's get dressed and go shopping."

Her father picked the right time to call back as well, right when I was driving again. I gave Saffy the phone to answer, not knowing it was him.

I could hear him shouting, something about idiot in the middle of a golf game, he played at this time every week. No one ever called him at that time, then something about gone off game.

I tried to snatch it back, swerving in the road. Saffy switched it off, and threw it in the back seat. If he wanted to be friends, that was the way to do it. Berating my beloved was a good way to try. Not.

She sat there, arms folded and a look on her face. I left well enough alone. 

When we got to the shop, a little wine specialist which I tended to favour for its selection, her mood had brightened some, if you call that look of resignation she had improved. At least she'd calmed the fiery anger she'd shown earlier.

There was a selection of about ten, she chose the one with the pretty label, she was quite confidant in the shop, a sign of greater improvement. 

I took two, they were mid priced, seventy nine the pair. We left the shop and she was merry, happily reading the details off the label to me as we drove home.

Home was the bed, there was a twinge of guilt as I passed the workshop door, but it didn't last until the bedroom door.

We threw ourselves on the bed, flicking our shoes to the floor. The glasses were still on the floor from last time, and she bent over and picked them up, entwining her legs with mine as she turned to face me. 

When I poured the wine I toasted. "To the troubles we've seen and conquered."

She replied "To the troubles behind us, and the road ahead."

We got drunk slowly, doing silly things lovers do, like rubbing noses. We were giggly drunk half way through the second bottle, and I took it and the glasses and put them to the side of the bed. 

We came together, arms wrapped tightly as I held her feeling the love flow between us.

'What if she should die'? The thought struck me, I tried to dismiss it instantly, but the barb caught, planting the seed of worry, we were all mortal. Would I die to follow her?

I tried to think of happy things, like how nice her hair smelt, how soft her breasts pressed against me. Thinking of sex was enough to drive all other thought from my head. I loved her and that was the moment we were living in.

She stirred in my arms, raising her head to kiss.

"You're so good to me, I'm glad we met."

She was so good for me too, serendipity had worked magic this time, even cupid would be pleased to call us his own.

Our relationship was more than sex now; we were both satisfied lying in each other's arms.

The wine and the company lulled us to sleep, my arm under her was numb when I awoke, pulling it from under her woke Saffy, even though I tried with care.

She mumbled something at me and kissed me, her hand reaching down to cover my cock.

My bladder had probably woken me again, I shouldn't drink so much, I could hold her for longer then.

I moved from the bed, Saffy complaining and trying to hold onto my cock. But I had to answer the call of nature. She reluctantly climbed of the bed and followed me, claiming first use, she would pinch mine to stop it if I wanted.

I was hungry, it had been a long time since breakfast, or it seemed.

We had poached eggs on toast, with beans and mushrooms on the side. It filled the spot, I wondered if I could get an undisturbed afternoon in the workshop, I really ought to be working on those diagrams, I was building it all in autocad next so I could create the engineering specs.

I left Saffy on the laptop, and ploughed on with my work, translating it from little grey cells to little squirts of electricity, locked up in magnetic fields.

Neither this or any of the following chapters have been properly edited, I hope my self editing is suffice unto the need thereof. 



Sybian Engineer 07



The machine in action and more from the stable

*

It was nearly evening, when the door bell rang, it was a special delivery courier. He had a package for me that looked like a file; Saff's interest was piqued as well.

The file was a report on her father and his dealings, if half of it were true he could be convicted of fraud and insider dealing, it was dynamite under him. And I could light the fuse.

Saffy read it with me, hungrily demanding more, when I was slow, examining the intricacies and deceptions. 

This had been compiled by an expert, this hadn't been put together for our eyes, someone high up had wanted this. Someone somewhere had wanted to know where the bodies were buried.

I looked a Saffy when I had finished, we had been reading for nearly two hours, my legs complained when I urged then into action

"I think I need a coffee, and a think about this," I said, waving the papers. 

She nodded.

"What do you think?" I asked her.

"Where did you get this?"

"I asked Don, at the solicitors, what he knew of your father. This is what he sent me."

"Can you make a copy?"

"Yes, it'll take me a while, and I might have to get extra ink, I think I 'm running a bit low."

"I want to give Daddy a copy; it'll give him pause for thought if he knows we can ruin him."

"Your father's not a problem for us."

"He didn't shout and bawl at you, I hate him for that."

"He won't do that again, not after I've spoken to him."

"You're going to talk to him?"

"Yes, give him a piece of my mind. He'll never upset you again if I have my way."

She walked over and put the kettle on, thought clouding her brow.

I didn't want to show our hand, I might hint at it, but this was our nuclear option. Besides, whoever compiled this dossier might not want his hidden hand revealed, it could point to sources.

"Let me speak to him, beard him in his den. You can come too if you want. We'll make an appointment if you like."

"Oh. Beard him in his den, that's an old fashioned phrase. Yes I like the idea, well do that, make a mystery appointment so he won't know it's us."

The idea of a mystery appointment was sneaky, I liked her idea. I'd buy a pay phone to do it, we could shop for a phone tomorrow, and get Saffy a new one, hers was a bit outdated, I'd get her a blackberry or android.

"Ok, that's on the list for tomorrow." I informed her, chuckling at the idea. His face when he saw us would be a treat.

"What are we doing tonight?" I asked her. "Do you fancy going out for a meal?"

She thought for a second. "Yes, some swanky place, a good Indian curry or something."

Oh oh, if she had curry I wouldn't be kissing her, not before a mouthwash anyway. I'd never liked curries, something about the taste.

"I fancied a Chinese, could we compromise on a Thai?" 

"Anything you want, you'll be paying."

I laughed, but it raised the point in my mind, did Saffy have any money to spend, I'd have to get her a few hundred to stuff in her purse.

She went to change, while I got out the yellow pages and started to dial.

The meal was delicious, she had a mild curry, and I had scampi in some sauce, we had a bottle of wine, of which she drank most because I was driving. We arrived back home in a happy state. She had lost most of her fear of the great outdoors, and I couldn't have been more pleased. Our life was inching towards perfection.

I made her have a mouthwash, she complained that I should have told her about my dislike, but I countered that she was free to eat what pleased her; it was a minor inconvenience that I could live with.

We readied ourselves for bed, she teasing me with a striptease when I came back from the bathroom, finally sitting in my lap and draping her panties over my head, they smelt of her perfume.

She captured my tool in her mouth as she pulled my trousers down, leaving me trapped with my pants around my ankles, then she pushed me to lie on the bed where she mounted me and fucked us both to orgasms.

We collapsed sated and after struggling out of my pants, I pulled the covers over us. I lay and played with her nipple, if she was a cat she would have been purring loudly.

The day dawned dark, with clouds and the threat of rain. I made both of us a vaporiser, me for the inspiration to work on my presentation of the syb, her to relax in front of the tv, there was an old film she wanted to watch.

We showered together, me enjoying the sight and touch of her body, she gave me a blow job after my fingers had pleasured her to an orgasm, in my dreamy stone state I felt like mount Vesuvius, filling her mouth with my cum.

I worked diligently all morning, filled with the glow of sex and good weed. Saffy ordered in more groceries, which arrived just on dinnertime, giving me a break while we packed them all away. 

I took Saffy out after dinner; we went to look at phones. I bought her a beautiful android, with a data plan to give her all the access to facebook that she could use. I also bought a cheap PAYG, this was to contact her father. Though I still hadn't decided how the impersonation would work.

While we were out Saffy decided that it would be nice to shop for some clothes, while she still clung to my arm, her grip was now much looser most of the time.

I let her shop, admiring what she showed me and handing over my card to pay for the dozen or so items she'd chosen. She was excited and flustered at the same time.

Back home she gave me a fashion parade of the new clothes, including the sexy underwear, which had my tool twitching. She had even bought crotchless tights, which I loved her for. They would be a treat when she next saddled me up.

We drifted into evening, and tea time. She cooked a plateful of pancakes, with a sweet maple syrup coating. She teased me with a rolled up one, slurping and licking it while looking me in the eye. A prelude to our sexual gymnastics later in bed.

I went back to work, getting me a few hours nearer completing the diagrams for the patent application. Saffy came in late with a cup of coffee, asking me to make more of the biscuits. I would have to visit my friend again, supplies were getting low.

As we prepared for bed Saffy gave me the choice of which of her new sexy panties she would wear to bed, we never got past the first pair she modelled for me. I demanded to rub my hand on them, to see how silky they felt. That led to a kiss, the first on her lips, then her nipple, then to bed and the inevitable sex.

We had a quick shower in the morning, our nocturnal delights had lead to us sleeping in later than we intended. She had her designer calling that morning and was in a fluster to be ready.

I took up residence in the workshop; the final part I was waiting for had arrived in the morning post. Tonight she could experience the full pleasure of the new syb I hoped. I was looking forward to surprising her with it.

Saffy brought the designer in and introduced us. He cast an appraising eye around the room, I could see him making mental notes as Saffy told him her ideas.

He was still here come dinner time, I suggested that we all go out and have a meal somewhere, he suggested a small little bistro, where the food was delicious and they had live music.

I followed him, having first punched in the postcode into my satnav, I didn't want to get lost in traffic.

The place was entertaining, the veal we had was good but I could have eaten all three plates and still had room for desert. Saffy continued to discuss decor and he promised the he could make a start in two or three weeks when his current project was completed.

The only awkward part was he wanted vacant possession; we would have to move out for at least two months, maybe longer. The good news was that he could also convert our attic to make a workshop for me up there.

He left us and we drove home together. Me stopping at a cash point, drawing £200 in cash from the hole in the wall, so Saffy could have some spending money for her purse.

I had the sybian fully working, with switchable clit stimulation, I'd engineered in several programs, from a slow fuck to a galloping race, I couldn't contain my excitement and pride at my achievement. 

Saffy knew something was up; it showed on my face and before long was in the workshop with me as I showed her how it worked and let her handle the remote control. She was excited as well but I made her wait until bedtime to give it the inaugural work out. 

While I went out to replenish our supply of 'greens' that evening, she set out to bake a cake in celebration of my mechanical replacement, as she jokingly called it. I joined her in the kitchen, whipping up a bunch of biscuits, enough to last at least a week.

Saffy was excited as I was. I brought the machine out, putting it on the counter, next to her cake. We had wine with it, while she kept touching the machine, smoothing its sleek tan brown polyurethane surface. 

She was dying to try it and I finally gave way to her pleading. She was in the bedroom and naked from the waist down, laying on the bed, before I got there with the machine. She wanted to try it missionary style first. I watched her slide it in, jealous of it in a small way.

She started it on the slow program first, I watched as her juices began to dribble down, she had her T shirt up and was playing with her breasts. Leaving the machine to carry on unwatched, I lay and took control of the succulent orbs, and frenetically pleasured her nipples.

As I heard the machine gear up to the higher settings she grabbed my head and pulled me up for a kiss, the eroticism of the events was driving my cock to burst my pants. Whether she saw or not I don't know, but she was gasping demandingly that I let her suck it.

I unzipped and let it spring out, her hand was on it and dragging it and me to her mouth. She took it deep in, face fucking me. 

The ecstasy of the moment was overwhelming both of us, she with two cocks plunging into her, was building to an orgasmic overload. I was along for the ride, and enjoying every moment of it.

When she came she let my tool fall from her mouth, squeezing it as the waves of pleasure racked her body. She reached for the remote, lying between her breasts, dialling it down as she pulled my cock into her mouth again.

She was more gently with it now using her tongue to urge my orgasm on. I had my hands on her head, pushing my fingers through her hair. Her tongue was working its magic as I felt the thrill tightening my balls, seconds later she was sucking my cum, draining the last drop.

I was spent, with hardly enough energy to resume my ministrations on her breasts, she was racking up the speed again, I wondered how the clit stim was performing, had she tried all its delight yet?

She was cumming again, pressing my head into her breast. I could feel the tensing then shuddering of her body as she screamed in pleasure this time. It was deeper and stronger than the last time, the remote fell from her trembling hand. 

I scooped it up, and slowed it down again, then switched programs so that it simulated a tongue licking her. She squealed again, pulling on my head so she could kiss me again. Her body arched as her third orgasm approached, I switched to having it suck her clit, which took her even higher.

After the third I dropped it to its lowest power settings. My cock was recovered enough for it to want to push her for her forth.

"Can I get a go?" I whispered. "My cock is busting to get inside you."

"Oh, yes, fuck me hard," she gasped.

I pressed the stop button and the dildo retracted. She swung her leg over the machine, turning her bum in the air, I was behind her and driving it deep, her hips trembling as I started thrusting it deep inside. 

It didn't take long to drive her to the ecstatic level again. Her fourth was the best yet, she was screaming and sobbing with pleasure, dragging me down as her vagina clenched my tool in a vice like grip. 

I kissed her back, rubbing her shoulders and arms as she slowly recovered, my unfulfilled tool still rigid within her, though I could feel it slowly deflating. It could fulfil itself in a later performance, if Saffy was up to it after her epic cumfest.

We lay there, her breathing was still ragged and I worried about my weight on her. But to move would have me fall out, and I was enjoying the closeness. 

It finally plopped out, and she sighed.

"Do you want to try it the other way later?" I whispered

She turned her head and I rolled of her. 

"Oh Frank, you're a genius, tonight I'm fucked out." she sighed again, "Tomorrow is soon enough, tonight I want your dick again."

"My dick is at your command, ready and willing to please you."

She laughed, grabbing hold of me for yet another kiss, soft and sensual this time.

We lay there a while, till she sat up and touched the box.

"If you'd given me this when you first came I'd have never seduced you."

"I thought I seduced you?"

"We seduced each other, it was fate."

I laughed. "Then fate's been kind to me, I must thank her."

"After I've thanked you for being such a wonderful man."

She kissed me again, deep and passionate, rolling her tongue round and licking the roof of my mouth. My cock started twitching, ready for more if it was called on.

After a few minutes more of lying relaxed in each other's arms she stirred.

"I'm hungry for some proper food, can we go out and eat again?"

"Anything you want, my lover, though my cock is flavoursome if you want to try that."

"Your cock can be my midnight feast, but let's fill our belly's first."

I laughed. "You're on a promise, with seconds as well if you want it."

"Mm, I'll take care not to blunt my appetite." 

We both laughed, and I rolled to the side of the bed, zipping my trousers up. 

"Come on then, where do you fancy tonight?" 

"How about that Chinese you were on about."

While she dressed I phoned to book a table, I was a regular so they accommodated me, but the table was only open for the next half hour. They had a party coming in later. A gay wedding of two men.

We both must have still smelt of the sex we'd had, the girl at the reception gave a sniff and smiled at us, ushering us to a table in one of the booths.

I would have to start ordering taxi's, the sake they brought was delightful but I had to contain myself to only two bowls, or whatever the funny cups are called. 

She wolfed down a goodly portion of king prawns while I had char sui pork, we had lychees to follow and a strong coffee to wash it all down.

The party they were expecting came in and half filled the restaurant, by chance among them was a girl that Saffy remembered from school. A tall Caramel complexioned girl with short rainbow coloured hair.

She excused herself and went to chat to her, both retiring to the powder room for ten minutes while they reminisced. 

She came back with a smile on her face. "That was Gracie, she was one of my few friends at my last school, I've invited her round for a chat next week, is that ok with you?"

"Yes, by all means, my house is your house, invite whom you want.

I was pleased that she'd found some outside interest, here was someone local that she could socialise with. It would expand her horizons beyond the house; maybe even introduce her to a new circle of friends.

We drove home slowly, her leaning on my shoulder and linking my arm, this time for pleasure, not from trepidation.

At home we sampled the biscuits, which we'd left to cool and harden, taking them with coffee into the bedroom to watch tv, she lay with her head on my lap as I sat propped up on the pillows.

As the romance on screen drew to its conclusion she was idly playing her fingers on my leg. It wasn't really sexual, so my cock was still flaccid, it had risen slightly in hope when she had first lain down, but soon realised that it was a false dawn.

But now as the credits rolled she looked up at me.

"Is it time for my nightcap yet?" her voice was soft, with a hint of tease in it.

She moved her hand to stroke me, then pulled the zipper down. My cock was responding with alacrity, bulging out of my shorts as she fumbled to find my fly.

It was in her hand then in her mouth as she turned to lie on my legs. I felt a surge of pleasure as she licked round the head. My groan told her how much she was pleasing me; as soon as I could I would set about pleasing her to.

I slipped sideways across the headboard, taking care not to disturb her attention to my tool, till my hands could reach her zip. I eased it down while she raised her hips to let me rid her of her slacks. I kissed her pubes when they came into view as she folded her legs up in order that I might remove them completely.

With her legs apart I set my tongue to play with her already swollen clit, she repaid the pleasure by taking my cock right into her mouth. I let my tongue track through her sweet folds to where her juices were already moistening her engorged lips

She worked my cock faster as I slurped up the nectar, and I squeezed my thumb down to do duty to her clit.

Her body was alive with her squirming and shudders as my tongue dipped into her vagina, wriggling as I titillated its soft entrance. I brought my hand round her leg, letting a finger slip inside her. As she jerked at its touch I slipped a second beside it, pushing them both in, in search of her G spot.

We were in full flow now, each taking the other to a private sexual heaven, I was desperately fighting a losing battle to hold back my orgasm as she twirled her tongue around my bell end. Wanting it to last, until she was ready for her own.

At last her hips started bucking, her juices flowing freely on my tongue, I fucked her with my fingers drawing gasps of pleasure from her, as my cock fell from her mouth. She shuddered, squeezing my fingers, as air bubbled out sounding like a fart.

I felt her tense body relax as her breathing started again with a great gulp, sometimes she took it all without the screams, like she was robbed of the need.

She took my cock back in her mouth, sucking to urge the seed to fill it. My fingers continued their work while my tongue sought out her clit and my lips drew it in. 

She screamed as a second followed on in the shortest time, I could hear her exhausted panting, and the explosive gibberish shouts of pleasure as the waves washed over her body again.

She let herself fall back, her hand slowly stroking my still throbbing tool; it was time to dip the wick. 

I swivelled around, raising her hips to mine, and let the dog see the rabbit. It found its own way in, sliding up the silken passage till my hair tangled with hers. 

An explosive "YES" fled from her lips. She arched up, her hands circling my neck; I lent to kiss her as she pulled us together. If ever there was a time to have an earthquake it was now, and the fireworks too. A baby from lovemaking like this would be sweet.

I managed to last till I brought small shudders from her, and the release was so sweet, my hips grinding hers as the hot sperm coated her cervix. Now it was my turn to collapse, it fell out, as my head nestled between her breasts. I heard her soft "Oh."

I don't know how long we lay there, the bliss seemed eternal. In the back of my mind I could feel myself stoned, that was nice as well.

I guess we drifted on to sleep, for I woke later, to the prompting of my bladder. I was still clothed, lying on her, with the rising mound of her breast before my eyes. I could hear her; no feel her, breathing slowly under me. I wondered how late it was, then rose to relieve myself.

She was still lying there unmoved, as I admired her form that seed long planted brought the flash of the reaper. But there, her breast moved, and the thought was past.

I stripped quickly, the sooner to join her. And pulled the duvet over us as I snuggled up to her. If there was a god then this part of his plan I liked and thanked him for.




Sybian Engineer 07



The morning found us still entwined together. Which one woke the other was unknown, as we smiled a greeting at one another.

I had my appointment with the patent lawyer, I had a briefcase full of papers, and a stick full of drawings and labelled wire frames. 

I would try and make time to do a bit of house shopping as well, with the builders moving in, we were moving out. Our privacy would be lost, and so would the spontaneity.

We showered, washing each other together. Though we played with each other's naughty bits we left it at that, our exploits of the previous night still warming our loins.

The day went well, we had the bulk of the work sorted with the paten application, there were no doubt some niggling details to question, there always are. But I could leave it all in their hands now, at the cost of a few phone calls to clarify matters. 

It was almost time for lunch, a quick bite to eat, and on to the house hunting. 

I browsed a few estate agents, looking for something Saffy might like till I realised that they all had a web presence. Saffy and I could browse together there, we could chose together.

I was home early afternoon, as I was looking for Saffy my phone rang; if this was her father again I was in no mood for him. 

It was Don, he had good news, my patent was safe anyway. "They've accepted our offer in principle, but there are a few little details over the golden handshake to be ironed out, it's as good as yours." Those were the magic words. Another problem solved.

While I was on the phone in the kitchen where it caught me, I heard the front door go, then heels walk click clack into the bedroom, Saffy must have been outside and I hadn't noticed.

I followed her into the bedroom, she was there with carrier bags, she'd been shopping on her own. She turned, surprised to see me.

"Frank, what are you doing there?"

"You've been shopping, good for you, your getting your life back."

"You've changed my life forever, was it only three weeks ago I was stuck in that house, waiting for visits by you."

"Hm, times I looked forward too as well."

"If only we knew, we could have made love with the tights the first time."

"Would we be here now?"

"No, we'd be married." She proclaimed.

I thought of the loose ring, I'd yet to get a spacer, still now that she was out and about we could do it together, and she could chose the wedding rings.

"When do you want to get married?" I asked of her smiling eyes. "Shall we call the Bans?"

"I want a sunny wedding, somewhere tropical; we can have sand, sea and sex." And the thought struck her. "We can have a nudist wedding, on a nudist beach, then everyone can see what you're getting." The last bit was accompanied suppressed snicker.

I smiled as the image formed in my mind. "And see what I've got, my five and a half inches."

"You can wear a dildo over it, then everyone would laugh. It's good enough for me." she cuddled up to me. "It's what you do with it that I like most."

"So, you've been shopping then?" I hastily changed the subject. My thinking had crept into her panties and the pussy I loved to go down on. 

"Yes I took a taxi to the local precinct; they've got some nice shops there. There's a dress shop where I got these things, I've spent nearly all your money, but they're nice, you'll like them."

She returned to the bags, showing me two flowery summer dresses, light cotton flouncy things. She had more underwear as well, theses she modelled for me, pretending to be shy, covering herself with her hands and giving me brief glimpses.

My cock wanted her laid out naked, to have his wicked way with her, I nearly agreed with it.

I had other news to share with her, but first I needed a cuppa, and maybe some biscuit to share between us, for I still wanted to look for houses later.

"Saffs, I've, got more news, come while I make coffee." I walked and kissed her lightly as she wriggled back into her slacks again, reaching and doing the clasp for her. She zipped up and looked at me.

"Well, lead on McDuff"

In the kitchen, while the kettle boiled, I told her both that the patent was going forward and we could now, or soon at least, make them with a patent pending mark. Next was the news that the sale of the factory was in hand as well. And lastly, with dregs in our cups, of our search for a temporary home. I opened the laptop, but she suggested we do it on the bed, it being more comfortable there.

We lay on the bed, searching through several sites till she spotted a thatched country cottage, which she fell in love with. As it wasn't for rent I would buy it, it said vacant possession. I phoned Don, talked to the secretary, and gave her the details.

It was teatime, and we had had quite a productive day. A biscuit was definitely called for now, and maybe another night out to celebrate. This time by taxi, so I could drink.

"You want to go out tonight?" I asked her.

"Mm, that'd be nice."

"Anywhere special?"

"Oh, well there's a comedian on at the theatre, I've seen some of his shows on telly, I'd like to go there."

I wondered if there were still tickets.

I clicked up Google and entered the theatres name. I dialled the box office, and yes, they had tickets, they even had a box. I booked it using my card. Spending on this rate would have consumed my salary, my fund was my saviour.

We changed, she into her bolero outfit, me into smart casuals, I'd last used these for the interview that got me the job.

There were several hours to curtain but we could have a bite in town before the show. We were in the hall, she leaning on me leaning on the wall, waiting for the taxi. When it beeped its horn in the drive we were off.



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SE8

Moving, and a new way of life with cherry flavour

The comedian was bluer than she expected, but it was funny, we laughed along with everybody else. We'd taken biscuits to eat before the show and we ate more now, in the taxi home. We were like giggly schoolgirls getting out of the taxi; her hands were all over me as I paid.

She raced me to the bedroom, stopping behind the door to catch me as I came through. Then kissing me, as she waltzed me to the bed. We collapsed onto it, the springs complaining.

"Franky, can we play horsey tonight?" her voice was husky and sexy in my ear.

"Will you wear your tights?"

She rolled and lifted her skirt, there; under a tiny thong were her crotchless tights. I hadn't seen her put them on, but I was excited to hell now that I knew.

I looked at her and felt my love well up. "Yes, we can play, or should that be neigh." I snorted as I pushed my head into her, she patted me.

I looked up and put my hands to the buttons of her blouse, opening it and pushing it off her shoulders. Then I pushed her bra up and fell upon her breasts. She lay back, a mouth on one nipple and my finger and thumb teasing the other.

I gave them my full attention till her breathing told me she was aroused, then I slid from the bed and pulled her hands.

"Undress me" I whispered as she came to stand next to me. She took my clothes of slowly, kissing as she uncovered my chest, then kneeling and removing my trousers. She couldn't resist giving it a kiss as it bobbed out, and I sat to let her finish.

She was round behind me, putting the harness on, then strapping the saddle to my chest, then finally some builder's knee pads, to cushion my knees. I waited on all fours next to the bed while she reached out and grabbed a white paper bag and the whip.

She stood and let her skirt fall, then climbed on my back, the smooth nylons wrapping round my neck. She jerked the rains and said giddy-up, tapping my rump with the whip.

She took me twice around the bedroom, then out into the hall and into the kitchen. She stopped me and leant forward giving me a lump of sugar from the bag. She got off, and sat on a stool, resting her feet on my back.

She was rubbing her feet over my head, brushing my hair and my face. 

Leaning forward she proffered another lump of sugar.

"Who's a nice horsey then?"

I whinnied, or tried to. She giggled and slid back onto the saddle.

Another light tap on the rump and we were off again, back into the bedroom. She stopped by the bed, getting off and crouching in front of me, thrusting her pussy into my mouth. 

I held her ass as I lowered her to the ground, licking the silkiness of the thong, it turned transparent as I wet it, increasing my pleasure. I licked my tongue along under the edges, just brushing her lips, she was shuddering already, I wondered if she'd squirt again.

My cock felt big enough to touch the floor; I was savouring the sweet aroma of perfume mixed with her fresh juices. The ambrosia of the gods couldn't have been sweeter; my hands were stroking the backs of her legs. I had found my niche, could I apply for a full time job.

I moved my hand to the waistband but she reached and pulled the front. It came off in her hands, and exposed her glistening fat lips to me, the inner lips were pealed back and I buried my tongue into those welcoming folds.

I sucked her lips in, playing them with my tongue, she tightened her legs on my head, her hips bucking. I glanced up and saw her pulling her nipples unbelievable far, with a look of ecstatic bliss on her face. With her eyes screwed shut, and her breath coming in short gulps.

I plied her clit with the tip of my tongue, swirling it round the hard nub. As I move to nibble it her body went rigid, the first gush of hot cum going down my chin, I sucked the second in as she thrust her groin into me. And the third trickle.

I was back to her clit, nibbling it, then pressing it, pushing it through my tight lips, she shivered and cried out. My tongue found her entrance and twirled in it, licking at the juices that flowed from it. Her legs squeezed me again, as again the waves of pleasure rippled through her.

As she recovered she shouted. "Fuck me, fuck me now!"

It was time for her dirty dick to play his part. It eagerly found the hole, I teased her, letting it play at the entrance, before sinking it into her silky sheath once more. As soon as I started she was on a high again. Thrusting and encouraging me to go faster.

Her vaginal spasms would have cracked a walnut, they sent shivers up my spine, my cock was the centre of the universe, with her black hole sucking me in. In the seconds I waited to continue I was shuddering with pleasure also.

I began slowly again, the fourth was the queen of them all in her fantasy; I would try to fulfil it.

As the nylon of her legs brushed against me, I found the strength for a burst of speed, and brought my thumb to her clit, she could scream the house down if I got it right.

She thrashed her arms as it hit her for the fourth time; her screams of pure joy were music to my ears. As her vagina gripped me again I released my load. I felt it throbbing as it coursed up and out of me. My hips jerking to send it on its way, maybe up to make a baby. 

I was careful to keep it inside her as I lay on top, her breasts once again my pillow. My happiness meter was off the scale reading eleven.

We lay sobbing from the exertion and the pleasure our bodies had conjured.

I looked up at her. "I love you," I whispered.

Her hand stroked my head. "And I love you more."

She undid the buckle and pulled the harness from me. 

I unclipped the saddle and let it fall to the floor.

After a while she shook my shoulder. "Let's get into bed"

We lay together, I had one arm under her, holding a breast and rubbing her nipple with my thumb, the other hand was stroking her nylon clad leg. Things couldn't get much better than this.

I awoke to her playing with my morning woody, she was snuggled into me just lightly stroking it with her fingers. She smiled at me when I stirred.

"Do you want it sucked?"

"Do you want to suck it?"

"Yes, but I want you to fuck me as well."

"The fucking sounds better to me."

"Oh I love you so much."

I bent to kiss her. "And I love you."

She eased over on top of me as I rolled to my back.

"Last night was unbelievable."

She was wiggling down, her hand guiding me in.

"I wanted it to last forever." She sighed.

"We have forever."

Her hand was stroking my head on her clit,

"I mean when we're wrinkly and old," she said. "Will you still love me when I'm sixty four?"

It was snugly inside her now; she lay there savouring the feeling of it filling her.

"I'll love you till the stars don't shine."

Her hands squeezed me and she kissed and nibbled my nipple. She put her hand on my chest and pushed herself upright. Then began slowly to bounce, sliding up and down my tool.

I could see her hard nipples pointing up and out as her breasts jiggled. 

She had her eyes closed, her fingers gripping the skin on my abdomen, pushing herself slowly up and down, the feel of her riding my cock was pleasure in its purest essence. As I lay there the day faded from my awareness, our copulation was all and everything.

As she increased the pace, small cries of 'Oh...oh' came tripping from her lips. I opened my eyes and looked at her, her hair curling over her shoulders, her ice blue eyes looking back at me. I ran my hands lightly up her arms, feeling the tense muscles where she was grasping my flesh.

She mouthed 'I love you', I smiled back at her. I loved everything about her, she'd made my life complete.

Her pace was quickening now, the slap – slap - slap, growing louder, more insistent. My hands holding her wrists, I could feel the thrum of the blood rushing through them. Her frenzied pounding was drawing both our orgasms closer, peaking our sexual excitement.

She came with a long drawn out wail, collapsing almost instantly on me. I caught her in my arms and folded them around her. She was whimpering between gulps of air. I held her tight and close, pressing her hard nipples into me

Slowly she recovered, my hard cock still sunk deep in her. She lifted her hips and it slid out, then pushed herself down on me, till she could take it in her mouth. She teased it with her tongue, licking her juices off of it.

I lay back and closed my eyes, enjoying the intimate touch. Her hands round the base, her thumbs stroking my balls, but mostly her tongue sliding over the mushroom tip.

The feeling, deep in my groin, was building. My hips twitched then jerked, pushing it through her scraping teeth. She sucked it in deeper, till it touched her tonsils, as she let it slide out my seed erupted. She sucked again, as if to draw it all out at once.

We lay together, the silence profound except the rapid beating of our hearts, as if the world stood still in awe. Waiting and watching as the love arced between us.

My bladder spoilt it again with its insistent demand that I serve it needs. I eased back up, toward the pillow. Her hand was still holding my flaccid tool, her head on my thigh. She stirred as I disturbed her, reflexively gripping my cock harder.

"The toilet is calling me," I said, by way of explanation. 

"Oh, that means we have to get up."

"No, you can stay if you wish."

"And who'll wash your back then?"

I laughed. "Why thank you, but I'm first to the toilet." With that I ran.

She came behind me as I was peeing and took hold of my cock.

"When you die I'm going to have it cut off and framed, so I'll always remember how good it is."

"And I'll wear your pussy as a bowtie, so I can sniff it and lick it whenever I want."

She laughed, throwing my aim off so it splashed the sides. 

"What will we be like when we're old, will it be once a week or once a month?"

"Or once every time I see you, like now," I rejoined.

"Oh we don't."

"My cock does, it wants to ever time I see you."

"Oh, you." She giggled. "Move over, I need to go as well."

She joined me in the shower, where we spent time kissing and playing while we washed each other. I left her up there after I'd shaved and brushed my teeth, she was plucking her eyebrows and humming some Beatles song.

I had coffee ready for her when she joined me in the kitchen, it wouldn't be long till we had to move from here, not something I was looking forwards to.

We had nothing planned for the day, I still wanted her to look round the house and decide if there was anything she wanted to keep, the rest could go for auction. There were only a few sentimental things that I wanted.

My phone rang, it was Don.

"Hi."

"Ah, Francis, you know that cottage?"

"Yes."

"Well, I've had a talk with the agents, it's a grade one listed, the thatch needs redoing and their finding the market sluggish, they're prepared to let you have it on a month by month lease and you can move in on the weekend, they will courier the keys to you today."

That was indeed good news, I'd have to organise a van to move things, our clothes, bedding and the rest.

"And I've got some better news as well, your Gran's will has passed probate, I have transferred the cash to your account, it should show up by Monday." He went on. "You'll have to come in to the office, sign a few things."

'So the house and the farm were mine officially now as well', good fortune was showering on me, I must have been good in a past life for this much good karma.

I thanked him, we exchanged a few pleasantries and he hung up.

"Saffs, guess what, you know that cottage you liked, well we can move in this weekend."

She came and hugged me, swirling me round in a little happy dance.

"Yes – yes - yes – yes," she cried, clapping her hand when she released me.

"We're going to have to get everything sorted, book a van, rent some storage space, and I thought we were going to have a lazy day, no rest for the wicked."

The time flew by, I went and got a van, she toured the house choosing what to keep. We made three trips to the storage depot, stopping only for a sandwich for lunch. 

By mid afternoon we were done, even my bits and pieces from the workshop were packed away. I had arranged for the auction house to come tomorrow, we'd sell anything worthwhile and ship the rest to charity.

When we finally had time to relax we sat with coffee on an old sofa in what was my workshop. She brought some biscuits too, it had been a hectic day and this would calm us back down.

I was beginning to wonder if we'd missed the courier, it was getting near tea time and we'd been back and forth all day. She knocked later, dressed in biking gear, I signed for the package of Saffy's dreams, I hoped the cottage wouldn't disappoint her.

She was excited when I showed her the keys, she wanted to drive out there now and explore the place. I argued that it wasn't ours till the weekend but she wouldn't wait that long. We drove out and had a look round inside.

It was quaint, with low ceilings and beams. There were only two bedrooms, one very small, but the kitchen was a goodly size, there was even the old wood burning cooker, and a stack of wood. It would make a perfect weekend holiday home, pity the renovation would cost so much.

We decided to eat out again on the way home, this time at a new French restaurant we'd passed when we'd been to the theatre, we had Filet mignon, though again the portions were small, still we filled up with slices of gateau, we only had a half bottle of wine, which I let Saffy drink.

Saffy went on a washing jag; she was sorting out the clothes in the bedroom, and decided to do the dirty washing. I must have had ten pairs of dirty socks, that's what drove her to it. She also remade the bed, saying the sheets were stiff enough to stand on their own.

I retreated to the kitchen, making a snack for us. When I brought it through the machine was standing in the middle of the fresh bed.

"Are you going to use this?" I asked, laying the tray next to it.

"No, I was just moving it out the way while I was cleaning."

"We never did try the doggy position," I commented.

"We can try it tonight if you want."

"No, I was just thinking, we don't even know if it works properly."

"Well we'll do it tonight; it'll be an appetiser before I have yours."

She came over and patted it, as she sat next to me to share the snack.

The elephant in the room stayed there while we both surfed the net.

Finally it was time for bed. We'd had coffee and biscuits half hour beforehand, and I was eager to see how it performed, from an academic standpoint of course. She clambered onto the bed and tossed me the plug.

"Plug it in for me darling."

I walked to the socket.

"Is it switched of?"

"I think so."

She was standing on the bed undressing. I stopped to watch her, my cock stirring, hoping to get the stand-in's part.

Naked she went down on her knees.

"How does this remote work again?"

I joined her on the bed to show her, she nodded her understanding as I explained it again.

She manoeuvred to a comfortable position.

"Would you put it in for me?"

I open the little cubby hole in it, taking out the baby oil and coated the dildo with it. It felt strange, almost homoerotic, like I was masturbating it.

I turned to her bum, sticking in the air, and enjoyed smoothing the baby oil into her pussy. It got her juices flowing as well.

I lifted it into position, pushing the dildo just into her vagina.

"Move back now till you're comfortable."

She moved back onto it, letting it squeeze in.

"Can you make me one your size?" she asked.

"I thought you'd like a bigger one."

"Mm, but yours is the perfect size for me."

She was looking round at me kneeling still by the side of the machine.

"Come and sit by here." She patted the pillow she was leaning on.

I moved round in front of her and she put her hands on my knees.

"Are you turning it on then?" she asked. 

I still had the remote in my hands from setting it up.

I touched the button and it started slowly.

She reached, balancing on one hand, and took it from me, instantly giving it a burst of speed.

I could see her face light up with delight.

I reached down and pressed the button to start the clit stim.

"Oh, oh god that's good," she exclaimed.

She dialled it up faster and touched the clit controls for the next action.

"Oh jesus frank..., oh... oh, this could make you redundant."

Her face was screwed up, eyes closed, the machine pounding her fourteen to the dozen.

Her hand ran up my legs as she sought my zip. I brushed them away as I undid my belt and zip, pushing them far enough down to release my cock. She grabbed it and pulled me forward so she could eat me.

She was getting it both ways; my mechanical marvel was serving up me pleasure as well.

I held her head, brushing and fondling her ears while she licked and nibbled at my bell end.

She rode the wave till it crested and she peaked. She was stroking me furiously as her breath was coming in small grunts, then she squeezed, with a long scream of 'Yesss' as the wave of pleasure crashed over her.

I reached and turned the frequency down, slowing the dildo, I could see the sweat glistening on her brow.

She touched the button to stop it.

"Oh god Frank, that was..."

"Wonderful," I filled in for her.

"Overwhelming." She replied. "We could do this every night."

"Then I won't get a turn."

"It's your turn now darling."

She straightened and moved forward, pressing herself to me, then she lowered herself onto my tool.

She wrapped her arms around me kissing my face and neck, as she started bouncing in my lap, stroking it in and out.

"Ah," the sight escaped her. "The real thing is better; you'll always be the one I want."

As my fires blazed I began pressing her shoulders down, pushing her faster. I could feel her wetness seeping round my balls, her thighs brushing my waist.

When I came I filled her with another chance to make a baby. She slowed and stopped and we hugged each other tightly. Another day was ending sexual union, a marker for the future.

I woke, Saffy still sleeping by my side. I eased out of bed, intending to empty my bladder and creep back. Saffy joined me minutes later as I was having a quick mouthwash.

"Thought you'd escape this time?"

She came behind me, hands snaking round cupping my cock and balls. 

I turned my head, hoping to kiss her.

She pulled me backwards to the toilet, where she sat and turned me round.

"I want my little breakfast," she said, leaning to take my cock in her mouth.

She was peeing and sucking me, and enjoying both.

My cock responded, growing rapidly rigid.

I swallowed the mouthwash, it was that or cough it all over her.

She stopped sucking but held it, leading me to the shower with it.

As the warm water splashed over us she knelt and resumed her oral ministration.

I put my hand on her head, savouring the unexpected pleasure.

I had minutes of pure pleasure before my orgasm weakened my knees, her head supporting me as I gripped her hair.

She sucked me dry, licking and squeezing to make sure of the last drop. 

Then she stood and we kissed; her tongue salty with the taste of me.

I let my tongue trace from the corner of her mouth, down across her neck as she arched it and down still further till it was circling her hard nipple. I sucked her areole in which made her gasp. Then I brought my hand to the other breast.

I was returning, in some small measure the pleasure she'd give me.

When I'd feasted long enough on her nipple I let my tongue continue its descent, to pause briefly at her navel before heading for the main meal below her bushy pubes.

She leant over me legs splayed with her weight on her hand on my back. I could feel the water dripping from her hair, splashing coldly on my shoulders.




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Her juices were diluted with the water, but still sweet enough to savour.

With my nose in her pubes I worked my tongue on her clit, as she started to wriggle I traced it down into her lips and played it round her vaginal entrance. Her fire was burning hot as she shuddered.

Her nails scraped up my back till her hands gripped the flaps of my arms. Her 'Ah's' were getting louder as I felt her shivering in my hands.

My tongue went back to her clit, with my lips pressing as I sucked it in. She shuddered again pressing her pussy lips onto my chin. Then gasped and screamed as her orgasm took her.

Her bum sagged in my hands and I felt her full weight pull on my shoulders.

As the pressure came off I stood and kissed her, for a frantic five minutes we swopped spit as the warm shower beat down.

After we'd dried off we had the rest of the business of moving to sort out, the phones, mail, internet, utilities, I spent the morning on the phone. Saffy had her own list, cutlery, crockery, bedding. Moving has got to be one of the biggest hassles of all time.

I also had to make time to get in to see the solicitors, sign the papers and things. I was also returning the file on her father; we had decided to leave well enough alone on that score, if he didn't bother us we wouldn't bother him.

It was the evening before we had time to sit together. I was also concerned about my weekly trip down to see my mother, should we go down early on Saturday morning again or leave it till Sunday, when we'd be in the middle of sorting ourselves out at the new place. Decisions, decisions. 

In the end we settled for an early start in the morning, then we could concentrate on moving during the rest of the weekend. It was only our discomfort that was pushing us, we had no time constraints.

We were both a bit sleepy from the day's activities and the stresses and strains of the move, we settled for some quiet love play. She on top because she preferred it that way, with an orgasmic conclusion that saw us soon asleep, she on top of me still.

We started out before sun up again, this time, even though she'd taken the biscuit, she admired the countryside as we passed through it. The journey seemed shorter with her as company, though we arrived no sooner.

Mother seemed in much the same condition, though the nurse said that her appetite had declined, and she seemed more relaxed, almost resigned and welcoming her imminent demise. She had seemed a lot more peaceful after our last visit.

We left after only an hour or so, pausing briefly for a quick snack in a local teashop, before making our way home and the busy day ahead of us. We had the van loaded and made the first of the several anticipated trips before we enjoyed a coffee break in our new home.

The rest of the day was spent moving and sorting, stopping only for a meal cooked on the Agga, by the time bed time rolled around we had barely the energy left to undress ourselves.

In the morning however, I awoke to find Saffy athwart me, with my penis ensconced in her warm vagina. 

"Mm, this is the way to wake the man in your life," I murmured.

She paused her slow stroke and lay on my chest, chin on her hands.

"Well it was hard, and looked so ready that I couldn't resist. Besides you neglected me yesterday, I didn't even get to taste it."

"Oh, my poor Saffs," I teased.

"Well, if you do it again I'll go back to the machine," she answered back, teasing me in return.

She pushed back up to sit astride me again. "This can be my morning constitutional," she said as she began fucking me again.

The shower was cold, we had water but no power to it. I strode naked around the rooms looking for the fuse box, I found it in some dusty cupboard, and got covered in dust and cobwebs resetting it.

She had some real dirt to wash off when I returned, and performed the task vigorously; I washed her, giving her breasts and pussy special attention.

We breakfasted nude, using the last of the milk with the cereal; I'd have to see if I could find the local shop.

While she continued to tidy things up I dressed, we'd added an extra half hour to our journey into town, so a lot of our shopping might be local.

In the shop I gave them the story of our temporary move, telling them that we'd be guests in their lovely village for a couple of months while our house was renovated. A bit of new gossip for them to natter about.

Saffy was lounging on a floor cushion taking a break, waiting for me, and the milk, before making coffee.

She rose and kissed me, unbuttoning my shirt to slip her hands round me and hug me.

"Are you going to stay like that?" she asked, as she took the milk and went to the kitchen.

"Like what?" I queried back.

"Dressed. If I'm naked you should be as well."

"You like my body beautiful?" I asked striking a body builders pose, arms bent showing my muscle.

"I like this," she said, turning and groping my crotch.

"Mm, my family jewels, well used by one careful lady owner."

"I hope there's a lot of life left in them yet," she joked, "Otherwise we'll have to get you a transplant, a new model, maybe an inch or two bigger."

"Ahh, you've wounded my manly pride, I'm going to the bedroom to hang my head in shame."

"Not before I inspect it," she said, grabbing me by my shirt and popping the top button. "To see if it's still in prime working order."

She reached to kiss me, sliding her hands round my naked torso.

I could feel her nipples pressed against me, my thickening cock growing with greater urgency.

The kettle boiled, clicking off and breaking the spell.

I undressed while she made coffee, leaving my clothes in the washing basket.

She turned, her eyes going to my proudly standing cock before tracking to my face.

"Mm, that's better, now I know when you're feeling sexy."

She picked up the cups and returned to the living room. I followed admiring the back of her nude body.

She sat, cross legged, giving me the tiniest view of her pussy lips half hidden between the cushion and the bushy hair of her pubes.

"Have we got any biscuits left?"

"That's the end of work if we start on those," I warned her.

"There's not much left to do," she replied. "We'll sort the rest as we come to it."

"I think there still in the car from yesterday."

"Be a love and get them for me."

"I've just undressed and now you want me to dress and go to the car," I complained.

"Don't be silly, you can go as you are there's no one round, it'll only take you a sec."

"If I'm going out naked so are you." Calling her bluff

"Alright then, where's your car keys?"

I couldn't believe she was that daring. Alright, it was only out the back door and round the corner to the side of the house, but in broad daylight, she must be an exhibitionist at heart. But if she could do it then I would too.

My keys were still in my pocket, in the wash basket, I collected them as we passed through. Then out the door, round onto the pebbled drive and into the car. She followed me, joining me in the passenger's seat.

"There, no one saw us."

As she looked for the paper bag I replied. "We've got to get back yet."

She laughed as she fished them out from behind my seat. "That's the easy part."

We ran back in, me forgetting to reset the alarm. I wondered if it would work through the kitchen wall. 'Beep' yes it did, that was handy to know.

"Where are you?"

"Coming...."

"Well hurry up or they'll be finished."

She was nibbling one when I re-entered, tossing me the bag as I sat.

She would have made a good hippie chick, getting stoned and running round naked.



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SE9

My delight and other toys and new treats

I took a biscuit and retrieved my coffee. Looking at her she was totally relaxed and natural being naked, it was me who was worried about strangers seeing her.

When we'd finished she got up and stretched.

"Do you want to go back to bed for half an hour?" she asked. 

I thought of us cuddling together. "Mm, that'd be nice."

She held her hand out and I rose and took it and she led me to the bed.

"Why do you like being naked?" I asked her.

"It's my psychiatrist," she answered. "When I was in therapy he suggested that I go round naked in my room, you know, to get over the shock and to show myself that my body was still beautiful. Well I did, and because Daddy wasn't their most of the time I used to go down to the kitchen and things. Well I got so use to it and it felt so good and comfortable that I just like being this way now. Does that make sense to you?"

I agreed that it did, that it was nice to be comfortable with your body.

She turned and hugged me.

We made out together. Soft sex, with no intercourse or orgasm but it was enjoyable none the less.

After an hour or so we got up, she to prepare lunch, me to carry on sorting out stuff.

We had nearly finished eating, and consuming a nice bottle of wine I'd bought, when there was a knock on the door. We rushed to the bedroom, I grabbed her bathrobe, she her dressing gown.

Our visitor had come with a pie.

"To welcome you to our village." 

We were five minutes down the road from it by car, but never mind.

She was fourtyish, born and bred here. I left Saffy to talk while I busied myself in the kitchen washing up. Then I snuck into the bedroom to lie on the bed and wait.

"That wasn't fair," she complained, when she came into the bedroom to find me. 

"What," I asked innocently.

"You know. Leaving me with her while you swanned off."

"Well, you're a woman, you can natter to her whereas I'd feel awkward." 

"Hm," she considered my excuse. "Well don't do it again, I felt embarrassed you weren't there."

"Shall we go out for a ride, take the biscuits and a drink and find some lonely hill or somewhere to relax?"

"Is this your saying sorry, because I accept? You're going to be nice to me for the rest of the day."

"Aren't I always?"

"Well that wasn't nice." Was all she could reply.

We drove round looking for somewhere, there was a woodlands trust sign saying 'Picnic area' which we followed to some rustic tables set at the edge of some woods. 

It was perfect, isolated and deserted. We lay in the grass; kissing and cuddling and playing with each other. She gave me a blow job while I had my hand up her dress, finger fucking her till she was satisfied to. Then we lay quietly watching the sun descend and listening to the birdsong.

On the way back Saffy was peckish and we stopped and bought chocolate, chewing gum and some lolly's.

"Do you want one," she asked, offering me a lolly.

"Only if its vagina flavoured," I responded. "I'll have some chewing gum instead."

"Oh," she said thoughtfully, as she handed me a stick.

I chewed the gum contentedly all the way home. I was still chewing as I prepared dinner; chops, new potatoes, garden peas, gravy and mint sauce. All of it fresh from the village shop.

Saffy actually complimented me on how nice it tasted, till I confessed its origins.

As the tv and internet wouldn't be connected till at least mid week, I suggested that we take a drive to the local pub, we could see and be seen there, assuaged the locals interest.

We stayed till closing time. I had a game of darts, (which I play badly), and savoured a nice malt whisky, before I had to choose soft drinks because of the drive home.

Saffy drew the young men, who bought her several glasses of wine in the hope she'd favour them. She enjoyed it so much that she suggested that we make it a regular treat on the weekends while we're here.

On the drive home she lay back in the seat, looking thoughtful and more than a little tipsy. 

"I'd like to live in the country when we're married," she remarked

I liked the idea of married, but live in the country, I'm not so sure.

"Tell me that in three months, I think it's to isolated out here."

"That's what I like, we could grow a big hedge and sunbathe naked in the back garden, have our own weekend nudist hideaway."

Now that idea appealed to me.

When we arrived home Saffy clung to my arm, a little unsteady on her feet. I took her straight to the bedroom, where, half undressed she needed to visit the toilet. I removed her shoes and panties while she sat urinating, then unclipped the bra as she finished.

I held her while I pulled down the covers, laying her gently in the middle where she curled up into a ball and pulled the duvet over her.

When I was undressed I followed my need to the toilet, turning all the lights out on my return.

In bed Saffy snuggled up to me.

"I've got something for you," she whispered suggestively in my ear.

"Mm," I replied.

She took my hand and led it down to her pussy. There sticking out was a little hard stick.

"It's a pussy flavoured lollypop, I made it just for you."

She opened her legs more.

"Well pull it out and taste it."

I threw the cover back.

"I want to explore the factory as well," I said, already moving to get my head down there.

She opened her legs right out, giving me full access.

My tongue dived straight between the folds, tracing the stick down.

A sweet sticky cherry flavour greeted me.

I felt her cool hand on my cock, then her warm lips. It was growing rapidly. With her drunk it had been expecting a quiet night, no sex just sleep.

My tongue moved back to find her clit, hidden in the hairy slit. My hand found the stick and I started working it inside her.

Her hand started stroking me as her lips caressed my head and her tongue swirled on the tip.

I sucked at her clit, my tongue swirling round it, echoing hers.

I pulled on the stick, letting the lolly pop out, and replaced it with my fingers, stroking them furiously inside her.

Her lips vibrated on my head as a squeal squeezed past them.

My body vibrated also as the shudders announced my orgasm, she stopped stroking and started sucking harder as my seed filled her mouth.

I moved my mouth down to suck on the sweet sticky cum around my fingers, I moved my other hand past my chin, my fingers seeking the nub of her pleasure. Her hips jerked under me as her own orgasm erupted, trapping my fingers inside her contracting vagina. 

Then she was still, I left my fingers inside for her comfort and rested my head sideways, her mound and its bush pressed against my ear.

I felt her breathing slow to normal then slow again as she drifted into sleep.

I rolled off her gently, and lay by her side till I slept.

In the morning she was still sleeping when I woke and I thought I would delight her as she had me the previous morn. I crept down under the covers and splayed her legs, letting my tongue trail through her bushy mound.

It was sweet still; her matted tangled hair was fused with the sugary remains of the lollypop. I licked until I dissolved it in my mouth, then dipped, delving deeper into the soft folds and extracting the sweetness from them.

She was stirring; I could feel the slight movements of her waking.

"Mm, don't stop." I heard her murmur as she opened her legs wider.

I felt her hand caress my thigh as it sought my tool.

She twisted under me, moving to take my cock in her mouth; her hand took my sac, stretching it down.

I let my tongue slide further, into the black hole where dreams are born. My tongue popped her cherry flavoured recess, tasting her sweet juice.

Her hand clasped the root as she fed my cock into her hungry mouth, licking its length as it passed through her lips.

I twirled my tongue round the rim as she shuddered with delight.

Then she released me, my cock falling from her lips.

"Fuck me," she demanded. "Fuck me now; I want to feel you inside me."

I changed my position, coming round till I lay between her legs. 

I kissed her as it slid through her silky folds and slipped up her slick sheath.

She kissed me back, her tongue wrestling with mine as my hands found her breasts.

I felt her groan as my thumbs circled her taut nipples.

"Oh yes, my love," she murmured, as our lips parted.

I began to pound her pussy; long deliberate strokes that saw it almost withdraw.

I pinched her nipples and pulled, she rewarded me with a shivered "Ah."

With my balls slapping I increased my speed, sending thrills through her body.

I squeezed and stretched her nipples again as her short hot gasps seared my ears.

"I'm cumming.... Oh god.... Oh yessss."

Her body came alive under me as she writhed, riding the waves of passionate pleasure, her vagina grasping my thrusting cock.

As she quieted I continued, now seeking my own release. She was near a second when my seed flooded into her. But I could only lie, panting for breath, across her body.

After time we struggled out of bed and to the shower. Our day had started.

Saffy asked me to call past the old house and see if there was any mail or things, there was a note from a courier, a parcel I collected from the depot.

I looked round the old house, now bare and deserted; all that remained were the ghosts of lives past. They could rest in peace till the builders moved in.

Back home and Saffy had me strip again as I entered the house, she had hung two bath robes behind the front door, a sensible precaution I thought.

The reason became apparent as she told me that the cable company had called, they would be coming to connect us sometime that afternoon. There were others pending in the area and they wanted to do them in one fell swoop.

We spent the time further ordering our things and Saffy washed what dirty clothes we had accumulated.

The engineer called early afternoon just after we had eaten. We then had tv and internet to divert us from our sexual predilections. Well internet and email at least.

Saffy was back on facebook all afternoon, catching up with the goings on of her 'friends'. I busied myself designing a new 'skin' for my syb. 

I cooked us a simple meal of; bacon, eggs, sausage, tomatoes and mushrooms, with fried bread. We shared the washing up.

We were both on the internet that evening, me catching up with the news from big brother America, and the latest turmoil in the money markets. Well I was a capitalist now, I owned a factory.

At bedtime she left me as I was clambering in for a quick visit to the toilet.

She walked back in with her dressing gown on.

"You know those packages that came?"

"Yes."

"Do you know what was in one?"

"No."

"This," she said, opening the gown up and letting it fall from her shoulders.

She was dressed in a fishnet body stocking. 

"It's a size to small, so it's extra tight. My bits poke through it real nice."

She rubbed her nipple and showed me where the threads crisscrossed it.

My jaw was on the floor. My tongue salivating in anticipation.

I leapt up; I couldn't wait to get my hands on her, or more truthfully my mouth.

There was a Velcroed flap in the crotch that was in for a serious tongue lashing.

She ran to the bed, leaping on it into my welcoming arms.

We kissed; my passion expressed itself in the tenderness of our mutual osculation, while my hands roamed her body.

She did poke out in all the right places and soon my mouth sought out her breast, licking her nipple through its imprisoning mesh.

As I played with her breasts her hands stroked my hair and neck, while her legs crossed and uncrossed, seeking my attention.

I scrambled round, pulling her legs over the side of the bed as I knelt beside it, seeking to slake my lust with her luscious lips, looking like ripe raspberries as they peeked through the crosshatched covering.

I tasted the nectar flowing within and the precum  from my beef bayonet pooled tween my knees.

Her hands were now playing with my ears, her thumbs stroking down and caressing my lobes, my hands rubbing over her thighs and across her abdomen. Should I die at my happiest moment I would be dead then.

I licked and licked, poking my tongue through to tickle her clitoral cave, pushing back its hood to reveal the prize itself.

Her hands held me tight as she emitted a guttural growl; it was a turn on big enough for the both of us.

"Do it now," she cried, though a wail might also describe it.

I pulled on the flap, hearing it rip from the back, and her pussy was revealed in all its glory.

I stood and bent my knees, playing my tool around her lips then easing it gently into her. She caught my arms, pulling me forward and taking my tool deep into her.

"Fuck me, fuck me hard," she begged.

I began thrusting, my thighs smacking her buttocks.

Her nails bit deep into the skin of my wrists as she climbed the stairway to heaven, little grunts escaping as my flesh slapped hers.

She came, squirting her precious fluids over me, and drawing blood from my arms as her nails pressed into my sinews. 

I paused, the beads of perspiration rolling down my brow. Then stroked again as the waves subsided.

We came together; as her spasms seized my cock I filled her with seed.

She spooned me as we slept; her hand nestled in my lions, cupping my balls.

She woke me adjusting her position; I turned and greeted her with a kiss.

"Thank you for last night," I whispered softly.

"I enjoyed it as much as you," she confessed.

"Mm, but you did it for me," I replied.

"And you gave me a big O."

"No less than you deserve."

"Mm, you're such a wonderful lover."

"I owe it all to my partner, she's wonderful herself."

She giggled and kissed me. 

Her hand stroked my cock. "Can I have breakfast?"

"You can have horsey if you like."

She sprung up. "Really, can I?"

"Yes, you need to keep him exercised."

"Oh, you're so nice to me."

She leant over the side of the bed, opening the drawer.

"Let me have a minute, empty my bladder," I requested.

"Go on, I'll get things ready properly this time. Do you want me to put stockings on?"

"No, this is your treat."

I went; I'd finished, brushed my teeth and was half way through shaving when she joined me. She did her ablutions and joined me in the shower. We had our usual fun playing with each other as we washed.

Back in the bedroom all the riding gear was laid out ready, I knelt on the floor and she put the saddle on, then the knee pads. Then she mounted me and strapped on the reins.

"Giddy-up," she said with enthusiasm, tapping my rump with the whip.

She guided me round the bedroom then out and into the lounge where she stopped me by the side of the coffee table, she'd put a plate of cheese nibbles there and the bag of biscuits, she turned and sat sideways and ate one or two nibbles.

"Is horsey hungry?" 

I whinnied. 

She fed me a biscuit, breaking it up and popping it into my mouth. I chomped noisily and contentedly.

She scrumpled my hair affectionately. "There's a good horsey."

She ate a few more nibbles and then ate a biscuit as well.

She turned and mounted me once more, looping her legs over my shoulder, then steered me back into the bedroom.

We went twice round the bedroom again and then she took me to the side of the bed.

This time when she dismounted she put a foot on my back and rumpled my hair with the other.

She pulled the reins, moving me round to face her and placing her feet on my shoulders with her knees in the air.

I could see her glistening pussy lips open in front of me, not ten inches from my face.

She put her hand down and started stroking her juicy mound with her palm. Slowly sliding it the full length, up and down.

She bent her finger and let it slip between, gliding it along so's it slid smoothly inside her, then back up and around her clit.

Her other hand was pulling and rolling her nipple. 

My tongue was hanging, my cock was asking how much longer it was going to be teased.

She paused a second, offering me her finger, I took it as she said. "Horsey want a taste?"

She poked it into my waiting mouth and my lips closed on it.

She stroked my tongue as I savoured the taste.

Then she returned it to her clit, slowly stroking and pressing on it.

Her motions got more rapid, her breathing ragged. She threw herself back.

"Lick me; I want your tongue inside me!"

I was sat on my haunches; I just leant in closing the inches till the tip of my tongue touched tantalisingly at the base of her lips, luxuriating in the essence of the droplets of her juices held in her fine hairs.

Then it slipped in, ringing the threshold then sweeping up to lick her fingers as they worked her clit still.

Then it slid between her lips and I sucked on them, pulling them in and out of my lips while my tongue caressed them.

She was moaning strongly and her hips were thrusting, then as I covered her entrance she came, her squirting juices filling my mouth. I swallowed as more came.

As she lay recovering I rose and leaned to cover her, her arms went round me and she pulled me close.

"I love you, you're my forever man. You know what I said about your dick?"

"Huh?"

"I'm going to have your tongue framed as well."

We strained our necks and kissed, I embraced her, smoothing my hand on her neck. My stiff cock pressed hard against her pussy, as if to slice its way in.

"Mm," she wriggled her hips under me appreciatively.

"Your dick would be nicer inside," she said, sliding her hand to guide it.

It slipped in, burying itself to the hilt. I pushed up, bringing my hands to her breasts.

I let my fingers find her nipples, sliding them between to the web, and massaged them.

I began to stroke going rapidly from slow to fast, as she gripped my forearms.

As my hands played her breasts her hips began thrusting against mine, her rhythm matched mine and her hands tightened.

She came again with a scream, and I enjoyed the moment of pleasure as my cock was squeezed.

Then I restarted, almost before her scream subsided, sending it deep and hard.

Her hands held my forearms in a vice, pulling them from her breasts, I lurched forward, letting a return stroke slip out. I hunched my hips and it was in again and finding the path to its own release.

I lasted a short while and she took a third from me before I erupted and drained my sac.

We were both laid out and gasping, I felt deliriously happy, our bodies slick with perspiration, hearts thumping fast enough to feel. 

It seemed our life together was matched, each fulfilling the other, a fantasy come true. It seemed like a princess and frog story, except we were both frogs.

She kissed me, my forehead being the lucky part that was in reach.

My neck straddled her breasts, and I turned my head to let my tongue trace a line to her nipple.

"Mm, you'd better stop now, I've got Gracie coming at half ten, and it's after nine now, I need another shower, I stink of sweat, and then we've got to eat."

"Oh, ok, I want to pop into town, it'll give you time on your own to share your secrets."

We got up and showered, and then while I cooked, Saffy tidied up a bit.

We ate, and Saffy took the plates to the sink, I was off for a sit down ponder in the toilet, it was just after ten. Gracie would be here soon, and I needed to be dressed before, so's I could leave as soon as she arrived.

I was going back to the sex shop. There were some balls there, on a thread, which you could push up and then slowly pull out. That would be my next treat for Saffy, while I was licking her clit.

My cock was thickening and hanging pendulously as I thought about it, and then, after flushing, as I washed my hands with her perfumed soap, the aroma sent it twitched again ominously.




Sybian Engineer 09



I strode out of the bathroom door and into the hallway, there, stood before me was Gracie and Saffy. She had her bathrobe on, and mine in hand. 

Gracie was all eyes, assessing me from head to foot, with extra time spent in the middle.

I'm sure I blushed, I caught the robe as Saffy threw it and hastily put it on. Not the introduction I'd most wanted, but Gracie was now a near intimate acquaintance.

"Ah, I'd better get dressed" Was my hurried response, and I disappeared into the bedroom.

I emerged still feeling sheepish; Saffy and Gracie were in the kitchen, waiting for the kettle. I wandered in, Gracie gave me another once over, and Saffy came over and gave me a peck on the cheek.

"Drive safely, my love," she said, then whispered in my ear. "I got caught like that once too."

A tale she would tell me now, no doubt.

I bought the balls, and an egg. A wonderful device, you insert it and it vibrates. It can be set to continuous, auto- when she moves it vibrates, or on demand with the remote. There was of course an off switch as well, though with a battery life of just five hours it'd be nothing to leave town with.

I had lunch in town too, as well as browse some exotic lingerie, I would have to bring her here, they had the right kind of tights. And there may be other things that she wants as well.

Gracie was long gone by the time I got home in the late afternoon. Saffy was dancing with me as I got in the door.

"And how is my man?" she asked. "Recovered from show and tell?"

I bent her to me and kissed her. "My pride will survive," I said in a stern voice.

She laughed and began stripping me. "You know the rules, nudist area."

I had brought the egg in my pocket. I would have to retrieve it later, when I nipped to the toilet, which would be pretty soon.

"Do you want coffee?" she asked, looking up as she squatted to take my shoes off. I was treated to pageant of her wares; bush, breasts and face.

"Coffee would be nice." I could slip out quiet soon, while the kettle boiled, I could hide it then.

As she busied herself with the cups I excused myself, using the toilet as an excuse. I found my little surprise and hid it under the pillow.

With operation surprise completed, I shared coffee with her. There was an eagerness, some secret bursting to get out. A tangible shift from her normal self.

It continued into the lounge where she produced two biscuit for us to consume.

Then as she snuggled up, arms looping my neck and her head on my shoulder.

"You know Gracie, do you think she's attractive?"

"Not as much as you. You're the most beautiful girl in the world to me."

"Well don't you fancy her a little bit? She likes you. I told her how perfect you are, like you gave me four orgasms this morning, and I've cum with you just playing with my breasts."

"Saffy!" I was a little hurt that she would tell our secrets, even though she was boasting.

"So do you like her a little itty bit, would you like to have sex with her?"

"Yes, she's nice enough, but no, I've got you. You're all I need."

"You know I told you she was my best friend in school, well she's Bi. She likes girls but she also likes a bit of dick. She was really impressed with your sybian machine. She wants one when you make them. I said she could have the first, if she'd do me a favour. She's coming tonight to give you a threesome; you can fuck me and do cunnilingus on her. You gave me my fantasy now you can have yours."

"Oh Saffy.... Saffy.... I don't need it with you, you're all I want. I don't need to share you in a fantasy, you fill all my dreams.

"Please, I want to make you happy, even if we do it just once."

"It'll make me happy, but will it make you happy?"

"If it makes you happy then I'll be happy."

I don't think she understood what I meant but it was too late now.

That she would share me to satisfy me, was a sign of her love.

With Gracie returning my plans meant nothing, I was hoping for the bodystocking, with the egg preloaded, remote in her hands. But now even the shape of the ball had changed never mind the game.

Fun right now would be nice, but I might underperform to night on a third session, especially twice.

I sat there, relaxing as the biscuit revealed its fuller flavour, Saffy contentedly by my side. My arm was stretched over her shoulder, my wrist on her breast. I sat and dreamed of producing my toy, the factory when I walked back in, letting fantasies play out.

I think we drifted, for I was stiff when I stretched and yawned. But I felt wonderfully relaxed and happy with Saffy by my side like this.

We had slept, my watch showed an unaccounted hour past what I thought it was, and my mouth was dry. I had two objectives, one was a visit to the toilet and the next was a strong coffee.

Saffy was awake, but reluctant to stir, she welcomed the coffee.

"Saffs, what time is Gracie coming round?"

"She said around nine. Why?"

"I was just wondering if there was time to pop out for a bite to eat, rather than eat in. If she's coming about nine then there's plenty of time. Where do you fancy?"

"Oh, I don't know, you choose tonight."

"Shall we try that hotel in Upper Little Weddling? They have a three star rating."

"Which one?"

"You know, the one with the golf course." I replied. "Thrupts, I think it's called."

"Yes, ok, if you want."

I sat on the bed, putting my socks on. I thought about the egg, hidden under the pillow. I didn't want Saffy to find it prematurely, especially with Gracie coming round.

I leant and surreptitiously slipped my hand under to retrieve it, it could go back in my pocket till tomorrow.

"What's that?"

"What."

"Those shiny things you just grabbed."

"A surprise gone wrong," I explained. "It was a little sex toy for tonight, before Gracie was coming."

"Let me see."

I brought them back out and offered them to her. She took the egg.

"What does it do?"

"It goes inside you, sits on your G spot and vibrates. It's got a remote as well."

She was pushing her slacks back down.

"Put it in for me, I want to try it."

I took the egg back.

"It goes in big end down." I opened her lips and squeezed it in.

"Oh that feels funny." She wriggled her hips. "Ah, that's better now."

I turned it on.

"Oh." Her hand went to her pussy. "Oh, that feels nice, how does the remote work?"

I handed her the remote.

"It's got three positions, on, on demand and when you move. You slide the selector, the button at the top is on/off, and the recessed one is for the quick thrills."

She switched it to the movement one. She stood still a moment, then jiggled her hips.

"Oh, can I wear it tonight?"

"If you want."

She wanted, and what's more gave me the remote for safe keeping. It gave me a feeling of power over her body, albeit a temporary one.

We drove to the restaurant, she lay back with her eyes closed, occasionally wriggling in the seat.

"What you thinking," I asked her.

"Naughty thoughts about tonight," she replied.

I laughed; I'd had those as well.

We had venison, locally culled and fresh to the plate. At the bar before getting seated she'd requested that I turn it off till we drove home again. I slipped it to 'on demand' instead, so I could tease her later.

I waited till after the meal was finished, and I was enjoying the single malt that I permitted myself.

I gave her a quick ten second burst. Her body tensed, then she smiled at me.

"Wait for the car; I don't want to cum here."

I gave her another blast, just as she reached for her glass.

As she uncrossed her legs I could see that this was far enough.

"Oh, stop it already and let me drink the wine," she complained. "I wish I could do it to you."

The thoughts tumbled through my head, there was no male equivalent, with a suitable stretchable sheath and micro electrodes, that was worth looking into, equality for all.

I put the thought aside to ponder on later.

I took my hand from my pocket and savoured another sip of my whisky. It was coming on half seven, in another hour and half it would be sex all round.

We finished our drinks and I gave Saffy the remote for the journey home.

Saffy put the remote on the table as we arrived, already beginning to strip off.

"Let's have a quick shower before she gets here," she proposed.

"Hm, if you want, but no hanky panky, I've got to save myself for later."

"Oh, alright," she said. "Now how do you get this thing out?"

Getting it out was almost as enjoyable for her as having it in, as my fingers fumbled inside her; it was a slippery beast to catch hold off.



Sybian Engineer 10



Could it get better? A simple yes

After the shower she wanted to massage baby oil on me, as part of her showing me off to Gracie I supposed. I had an erection as soon as she started; she put me in the perfect mood to make love.

She was still massaging me when Gracie arrived. I turned onto my stomach and lay there waiting, anticipating the three of us making hot sweaty love.

I looked over my shoulder as Gracie walked in. She had a short skirt and a halter top on under her outer coat.

"Fran, be a love and make us some coffee," Saffy asked.

I rolled over on the bed, my tool springing up as it was freed. I could see Gracie sizing me up again, examining my full glory, my six inches.

Gracie was massaging oil into Saffy when I returned with the tray, she was naked and oiled herself, I could see the light shimmering of her skin. Her breasts were small and pointy, with large black areoles and puffy round nipples. I would have to wait till she turned round to see more of her.

Saffy heard me come in and turned her head.

"Franky lover, can you get out the machine, it's in the cupboard over there," she requested. "Gracie wants another go before we start."

I dutifully got it out, unreeled the wire and plugged it in. I was getting jealous watching her hands working Saffy's flesh. My penis had shrunk back from its full girth and length from being left out.

Saffy moved on the bed, rolling to the side. Gracie turned to face me, I saw her shaven pubes, they looked weird, she had a Y shave in them, with its foot growing from her clit, it was vaguely erotic the bare skin amongst the neatly trimmed hair. It was bringing my cock back to life.

She climbed on the bed as Saffy got off, lying face down with her rump in the air.

"Can you put it in for her," Saffy asked.

I went over and knelt on the bed. Gracie smelt of oranges and a subtle sweet smell, the sight of her pudenda glistening with its open folds was enough to bring me to full arousal. Both my tongue and cock were begging for first turn.

I positioned the machine and had Gracie back onto it while I guided it into her. As soon as it was in she started it.

"Shall we let Gracie enjoy herself a while," suggested Saffy, holding out her hand to me.

She took me into the living room again then lay wide legged over the arm of the sofa.

"Come, give me your tongue, I want to catch up to her."

It took but a few minutes for her to climax, Gracie in the other room must have heard her too. I was working on a second when Gracie walked in.

She came beside her, just visible to me and began to fondle Saffy's breasts. With the ministrations of the both of us Saffy surrendered to her second in a matter of moments.

She lay there panting while Gracie and I eyed each other.

She leant forward and took my cock, beginning to slowly jerk me off.

Saffy turned and sat up.

"Wait; let's play a game of dare first, to get things started."

Saffy produced a deck of cards from behind the cushion.

"Highest one wins, lowest has to do it," she proclaimed.

She shuffled and dealt the cards.

Gracie turned hers over, a ten.

I turned mine, a nine.

It was all on Saffy's card. She turned it and showed a queen.

"Lick Gracie's nipples," she commanded.

Gracie turned and faced me. I put both hands on her breasts and dually licked her erect nipples, they tasted of strawberry to my surprise.

She dealt another hand.

This time as we turned them over I was the winner; I had Saffy give my cock a quick suck.

Saffy won the next with an ace, she made Gracie suck my cock.

Then Gracie won, she looked at the pair of us and then asked me to see how far I could get it up her with one push. It went all the way in so easy I almost gave her a kiss.

Gracie won the next as well, having Saffy suck her breasts, she held her head while she did, fingers ploughing furrows in her hair.

Then Saffy won again, making me lick Gracies pussy, she had flavoured this too, with sweet oranges this time. I was looking forwards to giving it a slow tongue lashing later.

Then Saffy called last round, which she won, making me lie on the floor where she slid her juicy hole down onto my cock.

"Come on," she beckoned Gracie. "Let's give him a thrill."

Gracie knelt astride me, as I raised my arms up over my head, and lowered herself onto my mouth.

I sucked her lips in, washing them with my tongue, the sweet taste of oranges mingling with her fluids. Saffy was wiggling on my tool and I could hear them both giggling.

Gracie's lips were smaller, and a bit stiffer, there was a bit more of a 'back of the mouth' taste, but letting my tongue roam over it was sweet delight. I explored all round then dipped the tip of my tongue into her hood, her clit was already peaking out and I let it circle it.

Her legs tightened either side of me, my hands felt her buttocks clench, as I massaged them. The hair was stiffer to, almost springy. She was different, but the same, I only cared that both were enjoyable.

Saffy was not fucking me, she was jiggling about, rolling her hips so it was moving inside her. Gracie was beginning to move as well, they must be enjoying themselves up there, I know I was down here, though I could be more comfortable in bed.

I was focused on her clit, with occasional flips down into her lips. My arms were over her legs, my fingertips brushing her pubes as I held us together. Time to go deep into the hole, I let my tongue slide, slowly tracing a route into the depths and flicked it over the entrance.

I let it plunge in running it round the rim, pressing my lips against her, as it stretched inwards. I felt her shudder, her legs tighten even more, and her weight press me back down to the carpet. I would definitely be better off on the bed.

I licked in her cum, it was slightly more bitter, but sweet none the less, I wondered if Saffy could feel my cock swell inside her. To me it was bursting, her gyrations had only kept it hard yet now I could feel the tingle even in my balls.

My last girlfriend hadn't been that keen, but to me cunnilingus was on a par to fucking itself. I've got my first girlfriend to thank for that, 'cause she loved it too.

As Gracie recovered and I pushed her to free my face; Saffy said. "Time to change round."

I felt her slip of my cock as she rose, taking Gracie up as well. I turned and scrambled out, we were off to the bedroom for round two.

The sybian was still on the bed, where Gracie had abandoned it to join us. I climbed on and shifted it to the very bottom, tossing the remote with it.

There was space enough to lie with my feet on the pillow, Saffy was on behind me, clambering over me as I settled, the finer hair meeting my tongue as it reached out. Then the bed took the weight of Gracie, I felt her hand take my cock, and her mouth pressing a condom down my tool.

I felt her hands press my chest then my cock was sliding into her, her hand rocking it as she slid down. She gave no pause, but began using it straight away, gliding smoothly as she established her rhythm. 

I felt them lean together, I moved Saffy to stay on target, tickling her clit. It was this that really got her off. A minute of this, with maybe a few diversions and she would be screaming. I pressed it hard as I rubbed it back and forth.

I slipped one of my hands from her thigh, guiding it so's my big finger slid onto her clit. My tongue slipped down to her hole, dipping straight inside. Her legs stiffened, she pressed harder on my lips, taking as much as she could. She trapped my finger, I could only wiggle it, then eased up as I slid a second in to join it.

My fingers now stroked down the hood, squeezing her clit between them. Her vagina convulsed on my tongue, her cum coating it. I mimicked a cock going in and out, curling it as it penetrated her.

She came with a gush, a tablespoon full filled my mouth, this was Saffy's sweet nectar. I let it swill round as her hips jerked away from me, but my fingers followed, still working their magic.

Saffy's soft explosion brought Gracie to her peak as well, she jerked to a stop, her convulsing vagina holding the full length of me. She brought me near but she came too soon to ease my release, as the both rolled to the side.

They kissed, their hands still on each other's breasts, and both sighed. I propped myself up on my elbow and looked at them. They lay there, each holding the others arms, Saffy turned and looked at me, then saw my still rampant tool.

"Oh, you didn't cum?"

I smiled sheepishly at her.

She got to her knees and bent over, removing the condom and taking it into her mouth, licking it along its length as it slid in. I saw Gracie stir and take an interest. She joined Saffy, taking my sac in her mouth. Then they were both licking it, one each side, my cock was alive with sensations.

My cum spurted up, and came back to shower on them, they looked up as it splattered onto their faces, into their hair.

It was my turn to lay back and love it; the girls were tongue kissing each other, my head brushing both their teeth. 

I was content to lie with both their heads in my lap, but Gracie stirred, then Saffy followed, they both needed a shower, or at least wash the cum out of their hair.

While they were showering, I did a quick nip out to the car, daringly naked. 

I had the balls in and, under the pillow; they would tried in the morning.

Saffy came and kissed me when she came out; I had already got the biscuits out and was nibbling on one, waiting for the kettle to boil.

Gracie followed her in, also naked, the Y in her crotch standing out. 

Saffy giggled.

"Gracie says you lick like a girl, you know your way round in there."

I looked at Gracie.

"Your better than most girls I've known. You've surprised me, you're the best man I've had."

It was my turn to blush again, I could see Saffy smiling, pleased at the acclaim I was getting, basking in the reflective glow.

"If you ever want to do it again call on me." 

"I might," said Saffy, still with a smile on her face.

She dressed and had a cup of coffee with us then excused herself. It was getting late, she made me promise her one of the first off the line when they were made, and was off, with kisses all round.

Gracie's kiss told me that she was serious about her offer, did Saffy want to do it again. Viagra was called for, then we could make it a party.

Saffy had a biscuit and I had another, I thanked Saffy for not taking me first and letting Gracie have it instead, even if the left over's was the climax in both ways.

I sat on a cushion between Saffy's legs, stroking her legs and thighs draped over my shoulders. 

"Shall we go to bed and sleep?" she asked me.

"If you want," I acquiesced.

Truth was, I was knackered as well.

In the morning we woke back to back, I'd snuggled up to her after my pee, it made me uneasy for a moment, the thought that it might be a sign of the day ahead, flashed brief around my head. It was gone and I was in love with her, I turned to cuddle up to her, my hand going round to her breast.

"Are you trying to seduce me?" She was awake. "Try a bit harder."

She rolled to me pushing my hand between her legs. Her hand went round my neck pulling our heads together. 

"You are the bestest man, even Gracie was saying."

Then she kissed me gently on the lips.

"Shall we have breakfast in bed?" she squeezed my hand with her thighs.

Her hand was folding round my cock, which was eager to do business.

"I've got a surprise for you." I brought out the balls, four pool sized balls three inches apart on cotton cord.

"What's it do?"

"It goes inside you...."

"I should have guessed," she half laughed.

"... then when its time you pull them out." I continued.

"What time?"

"When you're ready," I said dryly, not quite sure if she wasn't kidding me.

"Are they for now?"

She released my cock and took them in both hands, stretching it.

"Will all this go inside me?" That was a rhetorical

She bent forwards, folding the duvet down, and widening her legs; the one slipping over mine.

"Do you want some baby oil?"

"Yes, that might be a good idea." She turned and watched me fetch it from the syb still at the bottom of the bed.

She held it face up and I poured a drop onto the sealed end. Saffy let it spread a second then pressed it firmly up into her vagina. I put a drop on each of the balls as they went in; she paused at the third and gave me a look, her eyes wide.

She lay back down, waiting expectantly while I replaced the oil. I rejoined her, lying head to foot, my head at her groin. My hand went over her hip and into the valley, fingertips skirmishing with her brush, pinching and stretching it out.

As she took my cock I rolled my hips to her, and she rolled to me. Now my tongue could do the exploring instead of my fingers. I pushed her leg up and she opened it, pushing it up and curling it down behind my neck, her thigh resting on my shoulder. 

I bent in and planted my tongue on her clit, beginning to swirl it round to clear the hair back up. My hand went over her leg and took the end of the string, pulling it taught and bouncing it lightly. She gave my shoulder a squeeze with her calf.

My tongue raced round her clit, my lips pressing in on it, then I brought my teeth in and nipped it, letting it scrape out.

Her mouth was firmly planted on my tool. Her tongue racing right round the rim. My head was afire.

I gave a jerk and the first ball popped out, then I pulled the second nearly out and held it. She gagged on my cock as she gasped; as she recovered I slowly pulled the second out. The next hit her hole and mounded it as it pressed inside her. 

My cock lay neglected in the corner of her mouth, her hot breath rushing down it as she panted and moaned.

My tongue was tracing down through her lips, then back up to tease the clit once more.

As she came I pulled the last ball out with a jerk, grasping one of the lower balls for more leverage.

When she recovered she sucked my cock back in, then mouth-fucked me sweetly till I came my load for her.

I rolled back onto my back, my shrinking tool slipping from her grasp. Her sigh was enough to tell me how satisfied she was. We lay quietly, snatching the moments of contentment before real life rebooted.

She stirred and did a one eighty to face me. There was a look on her face, that kinda smirk you get when you know a secret and are thinking how delicious it is to share it now.

"Frank darling, can I tie you up and rape you, you wear shorts and I cut them off, you know, force myself on your dick?"

"Your weird, do you really want to do that?" 

"Yes, I think it'd be sexy, you can do it to me as well if you want."

I had no objections, if it turned her on and we had great sex then why not. She had my trust that she wouldn't bite it off and eat it.

"We can do anything you want, I just love you whatever," I said. "You wear the egg, and I have the remote as well."

It would give me a dog in the race.

"Ok, I agree to that. Can we fuck while I've got it in?"

"I'm not sure, I didn't ask, I just picked it and paid," I explained. "I shouldn't think so though, not with the size of it."

"Oh, that's a pity" she sighed.

I rolled to the side of the bed, stepping off and heading for the shower, Saffy was close behind, going to the toilet before joining me as I finished soaping myself. She reached up and took the rose, rinsing me, and rubbing her hand in all the right places.

I stayed and washed her, treating her to a quick thrill as I played the water between her legs. Then I was off to a shave, while she dried herself.

"Do you want coffee?" she asked, throwing her towel into the clothes bin as she came up behind me.

"Yes please if you're making one."

Her arms went round my waist and she hugged me, her breasts squashing into my back. I would have turned and kissed her but for a half face of shaving cream adorning me.

"I love you," she whispered softly in my ear.

It still gave me a thrill to hear her say it, that she allowed me to posses her body and wanted to please me.

"And I love you," I repeated softly back.

I slid my free hand round and squeezed her hip, eliciting a little sigh from her.

"I'll go and make that coffee," she said, reluctantly withdrawing her arms.

I thought about her request of the other day, tying me up on the bed, I had intended going into town today, and it would be nothing to nip into the sex shop and see what was on offer. With that bright thought in mind I went to join Saffy and see if the coffee was ready.

I was going in to talk to a rep about the material for the sheath itself, I had a number of specifications in mind that I needed to satisfy. I dropped into the shop first, strolling round to see what was on offer, I walked out with four pairs of handcuffs, a blindfold, and four lengths of Gorian silk slave rope, a half inch thick and two foot long.

The talk with the rep found me a near perfect material; an electro conductive polymer with a low temperature melt exhibited a quasi piezo effect. It would take a mass if wires that might stiffen it somewhat but I could wire it in rings and make it contract in part, as a whole or rhythmically pulsing up and down.

It would have to carry capillaries for lubrication as well, which meant we had to make the thing from the inside out. Laying down a thin film on the mould to embed the wire in, a delicate operation that called for a robotic solution, a simple arm would do for the experiments.

Saffy was home, playing on her laptop, a glance over her shoulder revealed a photo of Gracie, a safer friend than Babs. She turned and greeted me, pouting her lips in an air kiss.

"Got it sorted out then?" she asked.

I had a quick guilty thought about the brown paper package tucked down the back of my pants.

"Yes, there's a meta-material that is perfect," I began.

"Alright, I don't need to know the details, go and undress."

I wandered into the bedroom and undressed, hiding the package in amongst my clothes.

"Do you want a cuppa?" I called to her as I walked through to the kitchen.

"Yes please. Any thoughts on what we can have for dinner?"

"I don't know, I'll have a look in the fridge, there's probable time to get a home delivery or we could shop ourselves," I replied.

I filled the kettle first then had a rummage round in the fridge and freezer, there was some frozen salmon steaks, I knew she liked that.

"How about a bit of baked salmon with buttered potatoes?" I shouted through.

"That'll be fine by me." Came the voice back.

I continued with the coffee, thinking about the restrains I'd stashed away, when and how to revel them. I settled on the single bed in the spare bedroom, having them set up and using the blindfold to take her in there and lay her down first. I'd need to sort a pair of Y fronts first.

Saffy was still browsing when I brought the coffee in, putting hers on the table opposite her.

"Gracie has a party on Friday, do you want to go?" she asked, pushing the laptop down onto her knees.

She obviously wanted or she wouldn't have mentioned it.

"Yes. What kind of party? Do we have to get a present?"

"No, it's more like a social get together, we'll take a couple of bottles or maybe some beer."

I remembered back to the kind of party where you brought your own booze, usually ending up with a mass drunken grope, back when I was a student. I'd grown out of that in the first year.

"Oh well, that could be fun."

I sat next to her, putting my cup on the table.

Saffy was busy typing out our acceptance.

"Get a post code for the sat nav," I whispered hoarsely, as she pounded the keys.

She gave a little nod of her head.

I stretched and grabbed my coffee, sipping at it while it was hot. Thoughts about Gracie's other friends flitting through my mind, wondering where we'd fit in in the mix.




Sybian Engineer 10



"There," she said. "Its six and it's a Barbie in the back garden."

"Did you get the address?" 

"Yep, do you want to google it?"

"No, just keep it handy."

"If you give me your keys I'll do it now."

I thought of Saffy running naked to the car again, it brought a smile to my face.

"No, it's alright, I'll do it next time."

She closed the laptop, setting it on the table and taking her cup.

"I need a new hobby," she said balancing the cup as she stretched.

"Anything in mind," I asked.

"Oh I don't know, if you're going to be busy with that new invention you're going to leave me a lot of spare time to fill."

"Yes." I could see how that was true, I could get a bit absorbed when the muse struck.

"Would you like to start a business, run a shop or something?" I asked.

"That's an idea," she said sitting up.

"You could do clothes, jewellery."

"No, I was thinking of photography, I could have a studio, take fashion shots."

That sounded a bit ambitious, but I'd get behind her doing it if she wanted.

"Hmm, why don't you put together a plan, what you'd need and things."

I went to take another sip of my coffee and found the cup empty; I frowned and put the cup on the table.

"Would you like another dear," Saffy piped up.

"No thanks, not really."

Saffy drank the last from her cup and set it on the table. She looked over at me as she sank back towards the cushion, bringing her knees round and launching herself up to my side, I reached and put an arm round her, cuddling up and laying my head on her shoulder.

It was getting towards one, time to consider lunch, if we were having the salmon later a light snack might do.

"You hungry now?" I asked

"Na, not really, though I wouldn't mind going for a pub lunch in the village, get out of this place for a while."

"Okay, fine by me."

I kissed her neck and ran my hand over her breast as I stirred to get up and dressed, she pulled on my hip as I stood, turning me to face her. She leant into me and ran her tongue up my flaccid cock, laughing as she turned her face up to me.

"Lead on lover boy." 

I turned through to the bedroom to dress, pausing a brief moment while Saffy collected her soiled clothes, then lead her through by the hand, thinking of what I would chose already. They did a nice sausage, chips and onion gravy.

We went and stood at the bar. I ordered a lager as the most drinkable beer they had available while Saffy had a wine spritzer. There were mostly old timers in, probably all that could be expected at this time of the day.

Saffy drew attention again, this time it was a chatty barmaid, I let them talk while I leant back on the bar and had a good look round, appraising the decor. An oldie worlde effect, which was probably mostly genuine.

We stayed about an hour, me nursing an ever warmer, ever flatter, beer.

"They have a disco night and a karaoke night there, the disco is on tonight, can we go?"

Her words trailed off into that little girl voice, the one that makes you feel mean if you refuse.

I took my hand from the wheel and rested it on her knee. Then, glancing sideways at her.

"Yes, why not, though I've got two left feet when it comes to dancing," I answered.

I had hoped to get to some more work on my artificial vagina, but it would be a few weeks yet till I'd be able to assemble the necessary bits and pieces, there was no absolute need for haste as yet.

It took us only a few minutes to get back home, as I parked the car Saffy jumped out.

"Stay dressed a minute," she called over her shoulder, as she dashed round the back.

I followed on, half guessing that she'd be wanting new clothes, and we'd be going straight out to buy them.

She was in the toilet when I walked in, I'd expected to find her in the bedroom, she flushed as I walked past so I waited.

"Saffs, we can just go if you want." 

"Go where?"

"Go shopping for clothes," I accented it like a question rather than a statement.

"I haven't.... How, no never mind. Yes, you can take me shopping," she said with a smile in her voice.

"It was logic," I said as we got back in the car. "You thought of what you could wear to the disco, you couldn't think of anything you had that you'd like to go in but you'd check first, hence 'don't undress'..., was I right?"

"Well kinda, what I wanted was a mask for when I do karaoke."

I laughed and she joined in.

I had the radio on, on the way in, listening to classical guitar. We probably had an hour or two of shopping if we were going to make the disco, luckily I knew better than to try to rush a woman shopping for clothes.

Things were going well, we had shoes and a little midi skirt for her with only a blouse or something needed, that was before we past the sexy lingerie shop, she wanted to stop and explore, as a beneficiary of the end result I had no objections.

She explored the various displays, selecting items and handing them to me to carry, I followed her round trying to look bored while imagining her dressed in some of the super sexy items she had chosen.

I stood at the changing room curtain, peeking round as she modelled a few items, the bulge in my pants growing painfully.

"Which do you think I should get?"

I made a low growling sound. "Let's take them all."

She giggled and pulled the cups of her bra down, showing me her erect nipples.

I pushed my head through the curtain, pursing my lips.

"No," she said through her laugh. "We can't do that here."

She pushed me out and pulled the curtain tight, spoiling the show.

My credit card groaned when I paid the bill, this was another way men pay for sex.

"Come on," she called as I struggled out the shop laden with bags. I followed on as she dived into the next boutique, still looking for the elusive top, the one that would be perfect.

Two shops later and she held up a silky peach creation.

"This is what I've been looking for, it'll go nice with the pale yellow," she exclaimed as I caught up with her.

I was just glad it was over, my feet felt like they had trudged a marathon. I paid for the last purchase and followed her out.

"Saffs," I called after her.

She turned and waited the second or two for me to catch up.

"Do you want to help carry all this," I asked, proffering one of my handfuls.

She accepted without a murmur, I'd expected at least a token protest but she took them willingly.

We were wandering back slowly, dodging our way through the crowds of office worker homeward bound. My tummy gave a little rumble, reminding me of its presence, my lunch time treat now seemingly ages ago.

"Saffs, what say you we drop these in the car and get a bite to eat here in town?

"Let's get home, you can have a snack in the pub if you want, or I could do you something later."

I acquiesced; there was food I could snack on in the house.

 Here I stopped writing, I had another story demanding my attention, I have put two more chapters down but they need tweaking and editing yet, let me finish my current story and I'll get back to them.

In the mean time there's a five parter, Garwyli, coming next



Sybian Engineer 01



My heart was beating faster as I emailed my agreement back, I'd had a quick stroll through the offices as a start in my hunt for potential girlfriend but hadn't seen anyone quite as nice as her.

The maid greeted me at the door and asked me if I preferred tea or coffee, telling me to go straight up to Saffron's bedroom.

I had my 'package' in a black plastic rubbish bag, the only thing I could find in the office that was big enough. Saffron was waiting at the top of the stairs, dressed sensibly in jeans and a tight sweater but still wearing her bunny slippers.

She eagerly took my parcel from me and led me into the bedroom, pulling at the plastic in an effort to uncover the contents.

"Careful, I need that to take it home in."

"Oh, I'm sure we've got some downstairs if you need one."

"Here, let me."

She handed the bag over reluctantly. I took it out and put it on the bed.

"That looks small," she said, sounding disappointed.

"It's reversible; you turn it over when you change positions."

She lay on the bed, opening her legs and pulling it into position.

"You've got it upside down," I said, kneeling on the bed and taking it from between her legs. 

I put my hand through, into the frame.

"This is where the dildo goes," I said, waggling a finger through the aperture.

"Gimme, gimme." She sat up and held her hand out. I could hear the excitement in her voice.

I gave it back to her. She lay back down and wrapped her legs around it.

There was a knock at the door.

"That'll be Anna with the coffee, go and take it from her, will you," Saffron said.

I did as she requested. As I opened the door Anna handed over the tray without coming in.

I turned to find Saffron kneeling, legs tucked round the model again.

"It's not very stable, it's falling over."

"It'll be fine when I've got all the gubbins inside it, I promise."

"Oh, ok."

She rolled off the bed and took the tray from my hand. "Do you take sugar?"

"No, just a little milk."

Saffron handed me the coffee.

She took a sip of hers. Apropos of nothing, she said, "I get so bored here sometimes."

I could imagine the boredom, stuck here in the house day after day.

"Don't you watch the telly, use the internet?"

"Yes, but I get bored with that as well."

"You got any hobbies?"

She laughed, almost spilling her coffee. 

"You wouldn't approve."

"Try me, I'm very broadminded."

"No, maybe when I know you better." She laughed again and patted the bed next to her. "Come and tell me more about yourself."

I told her about my family, my mother in a hospice on the south coast with cancer. My father and grandfather dead these past eight years in an airplane crash, and my grandmother passing away less than a month ago of simple old age.

"No brothers or sisters?"

"No, my mother had a miscarriage after me, she couldn't have any more."

"Have you got many friends?"

"Yes, a few from university, but I don't get to see them much; they're mostly married or engaged with new friends now."

"That's so sad, you're all alone in the world."

She leant in and gave me a hug. She caught me completely unawares and I almost spilled my coffee with surprise, the press of her soft breasts against me bringing a sharp reminded of her femininity, her soft hair brushing briefly against my cheek and the subtle aroma of her mixed with her perfume.

I changed the subject quickly, moving back as she released me. "How about you? Umm, are you getting treatment for your phobia?"

She looked at me, her eyes staring straight into mine, her face serious. 

"Can I trust you?" she asked.

"Yes, of course you can."

"Promise."

"Yes, promise, cross my heart."

"I've never even told my father this, only my psychiatrist. When I was sixteen, at a party after my GCSE's, I got a bit drunk. Some boys from school, friends of mine, tried to rape me. They had my skirt and knickers off and were fingering me when the neighbour disturbed them and they ran off."

She was looking at me intensely now. I tried to keep my face emotionless but I could feel the sorrow for her welling up inside me.

"I changed school, never mentioned it to anyone. But I couldn't stand the boys there looking at me, they all thought I was a Les."

I could see the tears forming in the corners of her eyes.

I reached forwards. "It's my turn to give you a hug." I said, holding her cheeks and wiping her tears away with my thumbs.

I clasped her tight in my arms, rubbing my hand up and down her back. After a minute or so she leant back, freeing herself.

"So now you know about me." She was forcing a smile.

I wanted to tell her that it was all alright now, but I couldn't find the words. I wanted to hug her again and tell her she was safe and kiss her all better, but decided that might be taking things a step too far and not the wisest move at this point. 

I changed the subject again, leaning over and picking up the model frame. "So give me another week and I'll have more of the components in and we can give it another look then."

My emotions were still churned up as I drove home, I was angry at the boys for the attack on her and wished I had them in front of me. It left me feeling down and lethargic for the rest of the evening as I tried to put more work into the syb for her.

She emailed me Saturday, asking me if I had time to go round. I caught it when I stopped for a toilet break, on the drive to visit my mother. I emailed her back to make it Sunday, explaining why. She came back with a Sunday morning invite instead, to which I agreed.