Clockwork Toys

Blair Erotica

Vanessa had no idea how Sue had managed to get them invitations for the maiden voyage of Warren’s newest airship, Venus and didn’t intend to ask. Heralded as a technological marvel that would change international travel, even scientists and politicians had vied for births but somehow Sue managed it.

Vanessa didn’t exactly care that much about the flight itself, but being on board meant she would have a chance to meet and talk to the secretive millionaire inventor. It was an amazing opportunity and a lot was riding on it. Her ideas had met with a great deal of ridicule, but if she could convince this forward-thinking man of the merit of her plan, it could turn things around. She was sure she could make him see the value of imposing a technology tax, with the money invested in charities like Sue’s that ran clinics for the poor. It appalled her that technology seemed to benefit only the rich.

From the beginning they were treated almost as celebrities. She and Sue had been swept from their hotel to the airfield by a liveried chauffeur in the whisper-quiet luxury of a steam-powered limo and delivered to the steps that led to the gondola of the massive airship by a tall and striking black man.

“Hello Sue,” he said in a deep and sonorous voice. He kissed her cheek, then turned to Vanessa. “Welcome to the airship Venus,” he said. Just the sound of his voice made her feel giddy. “I am Jordan Wexler, Mr Warren’s business associate, and friend. He asked me to take you two in hand and see to your comfort.”

As he led them on board, Vanessa decided that she didn’t mind him taking her in hand at all, and was certain he could provide more than a little comfort.

“Jordan is the man to thank for getting us the invitation,” Sue said.

“It was my pleasure,” he said. “Neil and I have great admiration for your clinics and the work you do, Sue.”

Seeing the look in Sue’s eye when she looked at him gave Vanessa a clue as to how her girlfriend had gotten them invitations.

Jordan smiled at them. “We were delighted you wanted to join us Sue, and when you mentioned that Miss Casewell would accompany you, we couldn’t have been more pleased.”

Vanessa started. Although she’d been quite public in promoting her plan, it surprised her that these men knew anything about her.

He led them through narrow passageways to a sparkling stateroom with a huge bed. The large and comfortable room surprised and delighted Vanessa. A large porthole let in light and she noted it angled down to provide a view of the ground below. Even at rest, with the ship tethered to the ground, they seemed quite high.

A crewman came in and put Vanessa’s suitcase on a stand by the bed. As he left, Jordan went to a door and opened it, showing them an identical stateroom next door. Sue’s suitcase sat bed the bed in that room. “This door provides privacy when you wish it,” he said. He consulted his watch. “I’m afraid I have to scoot along and meet other people. Neil intends to give you a personal tour of the ship once we are under way,” he said. “He wanted to greet you himself, but as the designer of the ship’s propulsion system, he involves himself intimately with last minute details and checks to ensure our comfort and safety.”

“Of course,” Sue said.

“Go ahead and settle in. We will be ascending soon for our departure from Madrid.”

“And we go non-stop all the way from Madrid to Bangkok?” Sue asked.

He nodded. “That’s right. Neil is trying to make a point, so we will make the trip as quickly as possible. If our demonstration flight interests a company in commissioning a ship for commercial use, then it would likely stop at several major cities en route. First we have to prove her viability, show that she will be quick, comfortable and reliable over such a distance.” He smiled. “I think it will be a rather easy test for her.”

When he left, Vanessa found the room suddenly felt empty. Yes, she told herself, Jordan Wexler is quite a man. She looked forward to seeing more of him on the trip. She would have to see how just how proprietary Sue felt toward him.

Sue went into her cabin to unpack leaving Vanessa to take a closer room at the lovely room and its impeccable appointments. She decided the room was seductive. It wrapped you in sensual comfort and enticed you to stay in it. With the right man she could see never leaving it.

“Hey Van,” Sue called through the open connecting door. “Would you mind if we swapped rooms?”

The question surprised her. “I guess not. What’s wrong with yours?” Vanessa asked.

“I think it’s backward,” she said laughing. She came in and looked around at Vanessa’s room. “These two rooms are mirror images of each other; for some reason the other one makes me feel funny. This one feels better.”

Although she was sure that Jordan affected them both more than the room, Vanessa agreed. She closed her suitcase and traded door keys with her friend.

“Thanks,” Sue said. “I’m being silly, I know, but then you know I’m a silly person sometimes.”

“It’s fine,” Vanessa told her as she took her bag in the other room. “I actually like this room better.” It was true. There was something about the room that felt right. She wondered if it was the same something that made it feel wrong to Sue.

“Do you want to take a look around after we unpack?” Vanessa asked.

“No. I want to go to the lounge.” She grinned sheepishly. “Jordan gave me a few names of some rich men who are on this trip who might be convinced to support my clinics. I see no reason to waste time in hunting them down.”

Vanessa grinned. Although she was a top fund raiser, she knew that when Sue was on the prowl it was often for more than donations. “Of course you’ll start with the ones who are both rich and attractive,” Vanessa laughed.

“Well a girl has to prioritise. How about you?”

Vanessa suddenly felt lazy. “I might just take a nap.”

“See you for dinner then,” Sue said and shut the door.

***

Vanessa slowly unpacked her things, putting them away in dresser drawers lined with cedar. Then she undressed and put her travel clothes away. A soft cashmere robe hung in the closet with a note saying that it was a gift. An elegant touch, she thought, as she slipped into it, feeling the luxurious caress of the supple fabric on her bare skin. Not as arousing as the touch of a lover, but not bad, she thought.

She had noticed a wet bar near the porthole and she went to it and poured herself a drink. She took it to the viewport and sipped it as she watched workers checking and double checking things on the ground below.

The idea of a nap called strongly. She grabbed her empty suitcase from the bed and was stuffing it in the closet when she heard a knock on the door.

She opened it to find Jordan.

“Hello,” she said. Then, noting his surprised look, she felt awkward. “I’ll bet you are looking for Sue,” she said. “She asked to swap rooms.”

He smiled broadly and it warmed her. “Did she?”

She thought he seemed to take some meaning from it. It stuck her that Sue had known he was coming. Swapping rooms was a ruse she knew Vanessa wouldn’t mind in the least.

“She intended to go to the lounge and track down some people you mentioned to her.”

“Excellent,” he said. “I see no reason to disturb her then.” His gaze seemed to envelope Vanessa; his eyes sparkled and she felt warm and flushed. “I just finished my official duties as meeter and greeter,” he said. “With everyone safely tucked in and accounted for, I wanted to see if you are settling in well.”

“Everything is wonderful,” she said.

“Do you need anything at all?” he asked.

It dawned on Vanessa that she didn’t know what Sue had told Jordan to get the invitation. For all she knew, they might be there under false pretences. That could sour everything.

She opened the door wide. “Please come in, won’t you?”

He nodded and came in. She closed the door and walked to the bar feeling, knowing that he watched her closely. “Can I get you a drink?”

“That would be lovely,” he said. “A neat scotch would be delightful.”

“I want to make sure that Sue explained why I asked to be on this trip,” she told him as she went to the bar. She felt his gaze as she poured the drinks. The idea that he seemed attracted to her gave her a tingle of delight.

“Oh she explained it thoroughly,” he said as she turned and handed him his drink. “Even if she hadn’t, Neil and I both know of your proposal, Vanessa. May I call you Vanessa?”

“Of course,” she said.

“We’ve both read your excellent articles outlining your ideas. Neil and I even attended the talk you gave at the banquet for the new minister of health.”

Her heart beat faster. This was more promising than she could have hoped. She clinked glasses with him and they drank. “And what do you think? Will you support my efforts?”

“Perhaps. However there are some points we want to discuss. Neil sees a few difficulties.” He smiled. “I am sure you will have good answers for him. In discussing your plan at length, we came up with an idea of our own that we would like you to consider.”

“What is it?”

He grinned. “Slowly, Vanessa. Neil wants to tell you himself and in his own way. That’s why he was delighted that we would have you available for the entire trip.”

“Will you at least tell me what you think?” she asked.

He smiled. “I think I am very glad you’ve come on this trip. After seeing your talk, I developed my own reasons for wanting you on board; now they appear to be incredibly well-founded reasons.”

She looked at him, noting the open way he looked at her body. Wearing nothing but the thin cashmere robe suddenly made her feel naked, but the truth was the feeling was also exciting. Not only was Jordan an extremely sexy man, it seemed that circumstances might have handed her an opportunity to gain an ally. Her cause was important enough to her that she was happy to play up to a man, to stroke and toy with his delicate male ego. In the end, in her experience, the woman controlled how far things would go and she could usually get what she wanted without giving up that control.

“You make your reason sound quite personal,” she said.

He was standing close to her and she could feel the heat of his body. She looked up at him and saw that the sparkle in his eyes had changed. Now his eyes showed a hunger, a look of lust.

“Very personal,” he said. “In fact, you and Sue swapping rooms is incredible fortunate in that regard,” he said. Before she could even take a moment to consider what he meant he took her arm in his hand and gently pulled her closer to him. She moved to him as if caught up in some powerful current, feeling helpless to do anything else but press her body against his, causing her breasts to brush against him. The simple caress of their bodies through clothing sent a tingle of warning and excitement through her.

“Jordan...” she began, without knowing what else to say. Her knees were weak and her will to do anything but whatever he asked her to was even weaker.

“Seeing you,” he said, “even from a distance, I knew I wanted to be alone with you. I saw and heard you and knew I wanted you.”

She caught her breath as she tried to think of a response, a way to slow things down while she restarted her brain. When she turned her face up to his again his lips met hers. She thought she should protest but instead found herself returning a divine kiss that made her head spin wildly. Struggling to think, she tried to get her bearings, but it seemed impossible. He began touching her, stroking her back and then her arse softly through the supple cashmere, feeling the line of her body, each movement setting her on fire. Any resistance melted under those incredible hands moving over her body. She had assumed she would be the one in control, and miscalculated. The hunger in his eyes was a smouldering fire, fuelling a deliberate and ruthless seduction, not a raging heat that she could hold at a distance. She was drawn to him viscerally, overwhelmed by the magnetic power of his passion.

“Jordan,” she said again, cursing herself for not having any other words.

He didn’t respond. He opened her robe and slipped his hands inside it, burning on her bare skin. Those unstoppable fingers on her back, then cupping the cheeks of her arse, pulling her pelvis against his as he kissed her again. She opened her lips and gave his broad tongue access to explore her mouth.

He finally broke the kiss to run his tongue down her trembling neck. He tasted her collarbone. His mouth moved downward. leaving behind a fiery trail and captured her bare breast, sucking the nipple into his mouth, taking it between his teeth. All she could do was arch her back and give herself to it, for she wanted more.

He turned her in his arms, enfolding her in those powerful arms. One impatient monster of a hand touched her belly, sending chills up her spine. Feverishly, she anticipated what he would do next. Goosebumps covered her skin as his hand made the inevitable march down to her stomach to stroke her pussy, igniting the fire inside it. She sagged against him as his fingers spread the petals of her cunt open to send intense shock waves rippling through her as he probed inside. He was dipping into her wetness and then entering her, moving inside her.

Disoriented, she had stopped thinking about what might happen and became totally absorbed by the here and now of the amazing sensations he evoked in her.

With his massive fingers working inside her, his mouth heating her neck and sucking her earlobes, she opened her eyes and saw their reflection in the mirror over the dresser. Her body looked tiny in his arms; her legs were spread open obscenely and his huge hand played with her cunt, making her face contort with lust. In the mirror, he smiled and she watched, transfixed by the sensations his fingers aroused in her and the vision of it all in the mirror.

Grabbing his wrist she ground her cunt against his fingers. As her orgasm welled up he held her tight, continuing the glorious motion of his fingers inside her as she came. In the mirror her lover smiled with delight as she trembled in his arms.

He picked her up and carried her effortlessly to that wonderful bed, spreading her out so that she floated on the incredible softness of the down duvet, her robe open, body exposed to him. “You are a delicious morsel waiting for me to consume,” he said.

That was exactly what she wanted. “Consume me,” she begged.

“Touch yourself,” he said. “Open your pussy for me.”

As she did, he slowly undressed, tossing his clothing aside. When he stood naked in front of her she reached out to touch his magnificent erect shaft. As her fingers encircled it, a sense of apprehension rippled through her. It was so beautiful, with a lovely upward curve, but it was huge. The idea of taking all of it inside her made her tremble.

With her holding his cock, feeling his heat, smelling his arousal, he moved between her legs. He reached under her and lifted her arse, bringing her cunt up to meet his shaft. She watched his cock as she rubbed the bulbous head between her swollen cunt lips, spreading herself open so that it could pierce her. She wanted it. When he finally shoved his hips forward, she released his cock and cried out. He gave a satisfied grunt as he impaled her. Amazingly his enormous shaft slid into her, taking away her breath.

“Yes,” she moaned as he fucked her. He knelt between her legs and rocked back and forth, driving that shaft into her as she stroked his muscled chest. He seemed to stretch her more, go deeper with each thrust. She was sure he had filled her already, but if he had more to give her, she wanted it--she wanted to feel every inch of him.

He pushed her legs up and back toward her, stretching his own legs out so that he lay prone on her. He let his weight bury his cock in her entirely and then he began to fuck her in a steady rhythm that stoked her fires again. They sank into the soft bedding as he drove into her. His face loomed between her legs; she saw the fire growing brighter in his eyes and began to expect she’d feel him begin spilling his seed in her.

She tightened the muscles of her cunt, trying to capture, even briefly, the shaft that was driving in and out of her, driving her mad. She came in an explosion; her body contracted inward around his cock and then blew outward.

“Oh fuck,” he moaned and a secondary explosion rocked her body. He grabbed one of her breasts roughly and his mouth covered hers in a passionate kiss as his cock erupted inside her sending warm blasts of his seed flooding her cunt.

As he relaxed on her, his cum wet her thighs, her body ached but she felt wonderful.

***

She woke to find the room growing dark. “We will be lifting off soon,” Jordan whispered in her ear. Still floating in the musky smells, the blissful aftermath of sex, she sighed. She wasn’t ready to give up the erotic warmth of his body against hers, the comfort of those strong hands around her. Still, she had heard that the lift off, the silent ascent of the airship as it left, was something to behold. And they had a lovely week ahead of them.

“How long until we lift off?” she asked.

He fumbled for his clothes and found a pocket watch. “About ten minutes.”

Vanessa kissed his cheek. “Then we’d better get dressed or we will miss it.”

“We don’t need to miss anything,” Jordan said with a devious grin. “Or give up anything. The lift-off is mostly a PR thing, to be honest. I’ve never understood the draw. You sit and watch the ground below shrink. Half the point is that it is silent. We can see more or less the same thing from right here and have the advantage of being able to watch it naked.”

“I like your dirty mind,” she said as he led her to the port. As she looked out, trying to see what was going on he stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close to him. She felt his cock stirring, brushing against her legs. She reached back to take it in her hand.

Beneath them, the ground suddenly began to pull away. It gave her a slight sense of vertigo as the craft lifted quickly. “It makes one dizzy,” she said. Running her fingers up his cock, enjoying it swelling in her grip. Somehow when not looking at it his shaft felt even bigger.

“That is the rush that people think is so fascinating,” he said. He spread her legs apart and his hands danced over her body. Her body shook off any sense of being tired, replacing that weakness with arousal. She felt her pussy lips swelling as Jordan’s cock grew in her hand. “There are much better rushes,” he said. “Bend forward, Vanessa, and I will mount you.”

She released his shaft and bent forward until she could just barely see the lights below shrinking to pinpricks. He distracted her with the much interesting sensation of his engorged prick touching her hungry cunt. The ascent slowed as he entered her.

“We are flying now,” he said and she focused, trying to stay aware of every inch of him as he slowly penetrated her from behind. She dropped her head further, no longer interested in the flight and obsessed with the slow and delicious movements inside her. He took her steadily, his hands caressing her back.

The ship suddenly began a roar that quickly settled into a gentle, almost relaxing vibration.

“The clockwork engines,” he said. “They provide propulsion. If we don’t have strong headwinds, they can push the ship at almost 200 km per hour.”

“It is getting dark fast,” she said.

“There is still enough that I can see the gorgeous vision of my cock spreading you open, moving in you,” he said. He touched her then, his finger pressing at the junction of his cock and the folds of her pussy. “This is where we meet.”

“Wonderful,” she moaned. Her legs grew weak, and she gripped the edge of the port tightly. He seemed to sense her discomfort for he bent over her, grabbing her legs and lifting her. He stayed inside her as he carried her to the bed. In the soft darkness he crawled on the bed, still holding her. Stretching out, he laid them down on their sides. He lifted her top leg, putting her foot down behind his legs and moved his hips up against her pushing in deeper.

“I want you to come,” he said moving his hand around her waist, his fingers opening her pussy and finding her clitoris. She moaned as he began fondling it while he fucked her. The slow motion of him inside her and the touch of his fingers were driving her crazy. Needing to do something, she pinched her nipples, hard.

She came then, this time with a gentle and pleasurable tremble - a soft eruption of her passion that unfolded in a smooth wave that she rode to its end.

He slipped out of her, making her feel empty, but it wasn’t for long Bending her legs upward he knelt by her arse and lifting her filled her once again with his slippery wet shaft. The change in position made him feel totally different. She wanted him to come, to feel him explode inside her and she clamped her legs tightly together contracting her tired cunt muscles around his shaft.

“Yes,” he cried, squeezing her hip. There seemed no end to his flow of seed and when he finally slipped out her, it leaked out to her thighs, messy and wonderful.

***

Vanessa woke to find that having Jordan in her bed hadn’t been some wonderful dream. He lay beside her. Feeling she needed a shower, she slipped out of bed went into the bathroom. When she came out, he was dressed.

He gave her a sad look. “I’m afraid I should have been working an hour ago,” he said. “Take an easy day, relax and you will meet Neil at dinner this evening. Things are a bit crazy, but we have the week to go over your plan and Neil’s ideas.”

She nodded and said “Fine,” but when he kissed her to leave, it didn’t seem that fine. She wanted him again.

Greedy bitch, she thought. Then, looking at him, feeling her desire for him well up, she said, damn right.

After he left, as her lust ebbed, she tried to examine her feelings, take stock of them. He was an amazing man and a great lover, but did she feel anything for him but lust? Did that even matter? For the duration of this little trip, at least until she understood her feelings better, she saw nothing wrong with indulging herself. The man was a great fuck, so why not be wonderfully fucked? Did it need to be more than that? Beyond promoting her proposal and listening to Neil’s, she had nothing to do. Fucking this hot man would make the trip much more pleasurable. If they wanted more, time would tell if that was possible.

When she dressed she decided to see if Sue was ready for breakfast. She cracked the connecting door open and was met with the sight of Sue astride a man. She knelt facing his feet moving her arse up and down as she rode his cock. He lay under her, running his finger in and out of her arse as she moaned. She was clearly enjoying herself far too much to be bothered with breakfast. Vanessa shut the door softly and left them to their fuck.

Obviously fund raising could be enjoyable work, if you had the right attitude.

***

At dinner that night, Vanessa finally met Neil Warren. He was a dignified young man - hardly the eccentric inventor she expected. Nearly as tall as Jordan, he was rather thin and wiry. She suspected he was stronger than he looked, in that sinewy way of some men, even though his pale skin and thin hair made him look like an academic. What she liked best about him was a glint of humour, a spark of life she saw in his eyes. It suggested an inner man that could be fun to tease to the surface. You keep engaging in dangerous games, she told herself. The idea made her lick her lips. It was a wonderfully hot way to think of yourself.

She was seated at the table of important people between Jordan and Neil, with Sue notably absent from the table.

“Sue asked to have dinner sent to her room,” Jordan said. “Dinner for two. She is working hard, I suspect.”

Under the table, he put his hand on her leg. The dress she wore was fashionably split down the side to bare the right leg and he managed to find his way inside it quickly. His touch sent thrills through her. She knew it was a combination of her body recalling the pleasure he had given her and his animal magnetism. Pure lust, she thought. Nothing wrong with that. She assumed most women would and probably did respond to him eagerly. How could you assess the kind of relationship you might have with a man beyond sex when just being around him made your head spin? She had no practice with men like him.

Neil spoke softly and she concentrated on what he said, trying to hear him clearly. After all, despite the incredible sex with Jordan, Neil was the reason she was here in the first place, not Jordan. Jordan was a sexy bonus--a happy accident. She couldn’t lose her focus, let lust distract her and waste the opportunity.

A tall woman came in to stand by the door. “The VIPs are feeling neglected,” she said. “The absence of both of the prime players has not gone unnoticed at the Prime Minister’s table.”

The timing seemed laughable. Jordan was wiggling his fingers in her cunt.

“I’ll be there,” Jordan said reluctantly.

“The Prime Minister?” she said.

Jordan nodded. “One reason we invited you on the trip was that if you dislike Neil’s proposal, we can introduce you to the big players in terms of getting your technology tax put through. You see, on this trip you can only win.”

The idea made her brain freeze. She never imagined she might have a chance to make her pitch to the highest levels.

“And now I must attend to him,” Jordan said. He made a face. “Don’t be jealous as I will be bored out of my mind while you will have the chance to speak privately with Neil. Rest assure that my absence is not because I have lost interest in you.” He slipped his fingers from her cunt and touched her face gently. “I intend to demonstrate that later on our trip. Unfortunately duty calls.”

Vanessa caught the look on the face of the woman who had come in as Jordan rose to go with her. Clearly she was taken with him too. Whether or not he had fucked her, or even was fucking her, Vanessa was certain she wanted him.

“Polly is the acting cruise director for VIPs,” Neil said when they were alone. He seemed to relax more now that he had her alone. “She has to put up with all their bullshit. I’m not sure I pay her enough for what she puts up with.”

During dinner, Neil skilfully kept the conversation causal. When she tried to turn him to business he resisted. “Let’s save the business talk for later,” he said. “I want to show you the ship before I make my case,” he said. “It has a bearing on what I want to say.”

***

After an excellent dinner, Neil suggested they begin their tour. “Not everyone can appreciate the wonders of my ship, but I think you will. I’ll do my best to make them obvious.”

His tone of voice sounded almost mischievous - fun, so she set out optimistically.

They walked through the ship with him leading her into parts of the ship filled with machinery, places she imagined passengers seldom went. As they passed along a narrow corridor, he said, “The ship has two identical engines, one on either side of us. Both use the magnificent clockwork drive.”

“Don’t all airships use it?”

He shook his head. “Scaling the mechanism has been a problem so most are propelled by steam, either directly through thrusters that direct the ship, or through turbines which turn propellers. But steam requires fire, and that is rather a tricky thing to balance in a ship lifted by hydrogen gas, which is highly flammable.”

She saw that Neil was in love with his machinery. “And you’ve solved the problem?”

He nodded. “With new alloys and some modifications, yes. And keep that in mind as it has a bearing on our business. The other problem with clockwork mechanisms has been how to wind it whilst in flight. We’ve applied solar power to the task. It is reliable and free. So our propulsion systems run for over twelve hours on a charge and recharging takes four hours. Both engines are charged every day and in unusual conditions we can run for twenty hours.”

Then he led her to the operating areas, entering a room where men in white uniforms poured over charts and wrote information on a status board. Passing through into the room ahead they stood behind the pilot and stared out into inky darkness. The room was dark except for the glow from instruments. There was an odd beauty of that view, she found.

“We are about to reach Constantinople,” he said. “Why don’t we go see what that ancient city looks like from up here?”

***

“I designed this ship for my own use. It won’t be used commercially and as I enjoy my privacy I made two of each of what most of what people think of as common rooms...lounges, dining rooms, and viewing rooms. The people in the main section, even the VIPs aren’t aware this private part exists.” He smiled. “So Jordan had dinner with the Prime Minister in the main section while we ate in privacy.”

“You are quite passionate about your ship,” she said.

“No, I am passionate about life. I am fascinated by machinery.”

“Why?”

He looked into her face. “Propulsion systems are an interesting metaphor for human interaction.”

“I don’t see that at all,” she laughed as he led her into the deserted viewing room. It was circular with seating arranged around a central viewport. The room was dimly lit; a few small lights provided enough illumination to find seats, which were actually plush cushions. Vanessa sank back into one happily and Neil settled into a cushion behind hers. He pointed down at the viewport and she saw a few random flickers of light.

“As we make the approach, I want to address your doubts,” he said. “The reality is that propulsion engineers and lovers face much the same challenges.”

“How in the world do you come to that idea?” she asked. It seemed absurd.

“The engineer knows that energy, which is needed to make things happen, is found in matter. The challenge is to release that energy. It is important, however, to control the build-up and release of that energy. For it to build, it must be coaxed out and contained for a time.”

She felt his hand on her legs, brushing her calf and sliding under her dress. He moved close to her and she felt his warm breath on her neck. She had to admit that he was building her energy.

“The real challenge comes once you begin releasing or generating the heat and energy. It is important that this energy doesn’t just escape or it simply dissipates pointlessly. By containing it and building it to a useful level, it can then be directed.”

“I am beginning to understand,” she said as his hand moved under her panties. She wondered if she should stop him, but his touch was so enjoyable and the mercenary part of her knew that letting him go ahead would only help her cause. And it certainly wasn’t an onerous thing to let happen. In fact, his fingers felt entirely pleasant as they stroked her pussy. She let out a breath as he spread her pussy lips apart and his fingers began a delicate exploration in search of the source of her heat. She wriggled her hips to increase the pleasure he was giving her. He rolled her toward him and she looked up at him. He smiled as he raised her dress to her waist and worked her panties down her legs. He took a long and lingering look at her pussy before lowering his face to it. As his tongue began to thoroughly map her crevices and taste her moist cunt she shuddered. The heat of his tongue darted here and there, tingling in her vagina then stroking the nib of her clitoris while his fingers took over the task of filling her.

He brought her to a fevered pitch, devouring her, touching her. Then he rose up on his knees and undid his pants, freeing his cock and stroking it as he lowered himself to her. Hungry to have it inside her, she opened her legs, welcoming him and wrapping her legs around his torso as he penetrated her.

Moving inside her, his shaft tickling the tender spots that loved to know the attention of a man’s hard cock. Lifting her hips she met his thrusts, wanting him to fuck her harder, and telling him so.

Responding, he slammed his cock deeper, taking her legs from his waist and forcing them back. She held them for him as he drove into her. And he came inside her; the familiar pulsing of a hard cock delivering its cargo resonated inside her.

“I think we missed seeing the city,” he said softly.

She laughed. “Well we didn’t miss anything important.”

***

Although he had spent in her, as they lay together he seemed to still have enough energy for quiet and gentle erotic exploration. He slowly undressed her, then himself. When he touched her again the magic in his fingers made her squirm happily on her cushions. Then his lips teased her chin, her throat, and her breasts while his hands played in the wetness of her thighs and cunt. She knew that he controlled her, kept her sufficiently aroused to think of little but the sensations he evoked in her body.

“Let’s talk business,” he said incongruously.

“Now?” The timing seemed oddly inappropriate.

“Yes. I want to briefly tell you the problem I see with your tax and at the moment you are in the right frame of, well call it mind, to appreciate my solution.”

“Go ahead,” she said, wanting to ignore words and focus on his touching, which happily continued.

“A tax is problematic. You need a way to objectively determine when something is a new technology or just an innovative application of an existing one. I am an engineer, rather than an inventor, and my ship is largely innovative applications of existing technologies. It might be exempt from your tax. A tax would provide incentive for inventors to move to other countries, which would dampen innovation and encourage a brain drain. Yet I agree with you that technology brings enough to the game that the benefits can and should be shared by society at large.”

“And what do you suggest?”

“Encouraging licensing of industrial technologies to companies that develop non-competing products for consumers and use the proceeds for social good.”

“How would that work?”

He smiled. “I’m an engineer. I test things with prototypes, so after hearing your talk, Jordan and I set up a company called we call Clockwork Toys. I am the designer and he is the manager and oversees to manufacturing. I assigned the company licenses to my engine designs; the company is using them to make some toys that I think will be incredibly popular. The prototypes look promising. The profits will be equally divided between Sue’s clinics and a series of scholarships for poor children.”

“Toys? Wind up trains and such?”

He smiled. “A bit more innovative than that; and the products serve an older group.”

“Which is?”

“Horny women.” He let her laugh for a moment. “I said we solved scalability problems, and that applies to miniaturization as well as full-sized engines. As you will see our little clockwork toys will pleasure women and provide for the social good. If our model works we will start by encouraging other innovators to license us their technologies to apply to this or some other worthy task. Eventually we might convince governments to provide a tax break for companies that license their technology. I could even see some countries making such licensing automatic.”

“These toys of yours,” she said, “they pleasure women?”

“They use a miniature clockwork mechanism guided by mechanical programs I’ve developed. When inserted, they introduce pleasurable combinations of sensations. At least Polly said they were amazing,” he said. “We need more testing of course. We want to ensure they work, that they bring pleasure to a woman who uses them alone and intensify the pleasure when she has a partner.”

“With a partner? How would that work?”

He grinned and sat up. “There are many possibilities. Why don’t we go to my stateroom and explore one that I have been dying to try?”

She honestly couldn’t think of a reason not to.

***

The clockwork toy was small and consisted of two components. The body looked like any other dildo and the second part was small, almost a flap. They undressed and she lay on her back on his huge bed, which sat in the middle of the room, with her knees bent and spread apart. Looking up, she saw herself reflected in a mirror on the ceiling. Neil spread lubricant on the device and then worked it into her. When the body of it was mostly in her, he positioned the flap over her clitoris.

“This part adds a second vibration that sometimes will be in harmony with and sometimes opposition to that in your vagina,” he said. “It helps confuse the brain and make everything more erotic.”

With the clockwork toy inside her, he had her get on her hands and knees and hold on to the headboard. Looking straight ahead she saw another large mirror that reflected them both. He looked eager as he reached for the switch. She had a brief moment to wonder how she had gotten herself into this bizarre situation before gentle and pleasantly erotic vibrations began coursing through her cunt.

Neil played with her arse as the vibrations picked up tempo and grew in intensity inside her. She tightened her grip on the headboard as the sensations began making it difficult to concentrate. With the toy exciting her cunt and Neil’s hands roaming over on her arse she knew she would definitely come. It seemed odd to have him watching as the toy excited her. Odd but erotic.

While her conscious mind began shutting down, as her body redirected the blood from her brain to feed her cunt, she felt his fingers toying with her anus. He began spreading something damp and soothing over her butt cheeks, down her arse crack and then into her anus. She started when his finger probed into the tight ring, feeling painful at first and then, as he worked more lubricant into her, more pleasurable.

Inside her vagina the toy began making small movements in her cunt, surprising her as it wiggled as if there were another finger in her. She heard herself give an odd whimper and realised that Neil had taken his fingers out of her anus and brought the head of his cock to stretch the ring of her anus.

Her body rocked and squirmed as the toy stimulated her and Neil forced his cock into her anus, stretching it. He held her hips and she felt him move deep into her. With the various sensations in her she couldn’t decide which way to move, yet her body felt that it had to.

Neil was fucking her arse ferociously. “This is insanely wild,” he moaned. “Your arse is so tight and I can feel those vibrations in my prick.”

Vanessa was quite sure that was when she came, although it felt more like her body was being demolished entirely, being ripped apart by the energies Neil and his toy unleashed in her. Just as she heard him crying out and felt his hot cum do a fair imitation of a tidal wave in her arse, she collapsed and lay under him unable to move.

“You will sell millions of these things,” she said.

“So you like our little mechanical fuckers,” Neil laughed.

“That wouldn’t look quite as good on a marque as clockwork toys,” she said.

“I think it’s better, but probably actionable.”

***

The next morning Vanessa thought about all that was happening. Jordan and Neil were certainly onto something with their toys - it would impossible not to sell them once the word got out. Their idea about encouraging companies to license their technologies for other products made sense and might even work. And if it didn’t, Neil said he was ready to regroup behind her tax, despite his misgivings. She had accomplished her goal, or was well on her way.

Her personal situation was less clear. The truth was that although she liked and respected Neil a great deal, and certainly enjoyed sex with him, she was still drawn to Jordan. It had become clear that he was more to her than a good fuck and she wondered if he would be upset to find she had fucked Neil. She needed time alone with Jordan to talk about any future they might have.

When she had showered and dressed, she cracked open the door to Sue’s room and found part of her answer. Jordan was naked on Sue’s bed with his stiff cock in her mouth, his mouth on her pussy.

Clearly she hadn’t poached him away from Sue, not successfully, and certainly he hadn’t spent the night pining over where she might be. But she had been with Neil too, so she couldn’t complain. She chided herself for her foolishness in thinking he might consider their relationship as anything more than a good time, even if it was a very good time. Neither of them had suggested it would or could be more than that.

At breakfast she encountered a smiling Neil. “And how are you?” he asked.

“Sore,” she laughed. “Happily sore.”

“I like the happy part,” he said.

As they ate, Jordan and Sue arrived looking pleased. They sat at the table with Jordan between Vanessa and Sue.

“And did you two have a fun night?” Neil asked them.

Vanessa looked up, glad he had asked.

“We did,” he said. “And I expect tomorrow should be fun too, because she agreed.”

“Agreed?” Vanessa asked.

Neil caressed her knee. “Last night, while we explored the ins and outs of your proposal, Jordan explained our idea to Sue.” Vanessa felt hot, sure that Sue and Jordan knew exactly what he meant by that. “Sue also knows that we have one other prototype we are thinking of adding to add to the initial product line. Apparently she agreed to test it for us.”

“Actually, she demanded she be the one, once I told her that Vanessa was testing the first model,” Jordan said.

Vanessa looked at Neil and saw that the two men had planned things carefully. But what did they ultimately want? Nothing in either man’s face explained anything.

“Was it good?” Sue asked her.

“No. It was rather amazing,” Vanessa said and she smiled seeing Sue squirm in anticipation.

Neil let his hand move higher. “Tonight is our last night before arriving in Bangkok. I expect things will get crazy once we get there with meetings and the normal bullshit. I would skip it if we didn’t need the goodwill for getting our factory set up. So this is our last chance for some privacy and fun. Let’s get together in my stateroom after dinner and learn if Sue finds our latest design a success.”

“The last night?” she said. “So soon?”

Neil shrugged. “We seem to have caught a tail wind and gained enough speed that we are two days ahead of schedule. We will be there at first light.”

Vanessa felt a twinge of disappointment. One night left and clearly Sue would have the attention of both of these exciting men.

Jordan turned to her, his face close to her ear. “We want you to join us for the test,” he said.

“Join you?” The idea seemed odd to her. Sue would be in the throes of experimenting with the fuck toy. The men would watch, and then probably fuck her. She wondered what her role would be.

“Of course,” he said. “Not only would it be a benefit to have a woman’s thoughts on Sue’s reactions, we would enjoy your company.”

“He means that the testing group requires a little immoral support.”

“Sue?” she said, looking at her friend. “Are you good with that?”

She shrugged. “Should be fun, Van.”

Vanessa quivered slightly as she imagined the evening. “How can I refuse assisting in such a noble and worthwhile cause?” she said.

***

The lights of Bangkok lit up the distant horizon as the ship glided toward it. Vanessa looked down through the large viewport in Neil’s private stateroom. The ground was still dark and invisible below them. You felt Bangkok approach more than saw it.

Standing behind her, Neil reached inside her dress to take her nipple between two fingers and squeeze it.

“How long before we are there?” she asked.

“Plenty of time. I told the Captain to slow us down; we want the sun to be well up by the time we are over Bangkok,” Neil told her.

Already the monolithic dark was fragmented by tendrils of soft light. “As we come into the city of Bangkok we will make our descent slowly and the details of the city will unfold before you,” he said. She felt his shaft stiffen against her arse.

He turned her as Jordan and Sue came in. Both were naked and Sue looked nervous. They watched Jordan stretch the woman out on her back on the bed, then lash her hands to the headboard. He lifted her legs and began tying her ankles back by her head.

“Why are you tying her?” Vanessa asked.

Jordan grinned. “So she won’t cheat.”

“Cheat?”

Neil held up the new toy, which seemed to have extra bits. “Quality control. This one is a bit more powerful and when she gets excited, she might start trying to make herself come. By tying her up we can ensure the toy does its job.”

Vanessa trembled at the thought of one of Neil’s devices doing its magic insider her and not being able to move. It occurred to her that it might be crazy good at that and Sue certainly was beaming as she anticipated what was about to happen.

Neil lubricated the toy as Jordan put a pillow under Sue’s arse.

“This one has three vibrating components,” Neil said. “The first two are the same, with one in the vagina and one playing with the rest of her pussy. The last part goes in her arse.”

“Oh,” Vanessa said with an involuntarily shudder as her body as she remembered the sensation of it in her and Neil penetrating her arse.

Her pulse quickened as she watched Neil spread Sue’s cunt open and insert the device. Sue cried out as he pushed it into place, wiggling it to position the vibrator over her clit.

“She’s enjoying it already and you haven’t turned it on yet,” Jordan mused.

“Having us all watch is turning her on,” Neil mused. “Spread her arse cheeks for me.”

Jordan put his hands on Sue’s arse and spread her cheeks apart and Neil worked the third component into Sue’s anus. Vanessa gave an involuntary gasp as it popped inside. Neil stepped back to admire his work and Jordan stroked Sue’s forehead.

“Comfy?” he asked.

“Oh God,” she moaned.

“She wants it on, I think,” Neil said. He reached for the switch mounted on the cord that came out of her pussy and flipped it. Vanessa heard a soft and recognizable hum that she could almost feel.

“I programmed it to start slow and build,” Neil said. He stepped back from the bed and slipped his arm around Sue’s waist as they watched. “It will reach peak strength in about half an hour.” Tied securely, Sue was already writhing on the bed, her eyes closed. “The clockwork toy component in her cunt will worm around for a time while the one on her clit starts periodic vibrations. The part in her arse will be expanding and contracting, changing the way the other parts feel inside her.” He smiled. “At least that is my theory.”

“Oh you evil bastard,” Sue moaned as she writhed in her bounds. “You delightfully evil bastard.”

Jordan ran his hands over the backs of Sue’s legs, his fingers coming close to her cunt. “She definitely likes it so far,” he said.

Unable to help recalling the feeling of the damn thing inside her, Vanessa grew wet and hot. Neil’s hands began playing with her. With Jordan in the room she wasn’t sure she wanted him to keep arousing her, but she couldn’t bring herself to do anything but encourage him.

She watched Jordan step back from Sue and come over to where she stood with Neil fondling her from behind. “I think we need to let our tester alone,” he said. “It is too tempting to touch her. Or interfere in some other manner.”

“We will have to entertain ourselves somehow,” Neil said as he worked his fingers inside Vanessa’s cunt. “We can’t just stand around watching her for half an hour. Not only would that be impolite, I simply couldn’t manage it.”

To her dismay, Jordan began undoing Vanessa’s bodice. “I think we can find distraction right here,” he said and as he pulled her dress down her arms, he pressed his lips to hers and forced his tongue into her mouth.

She tried to focus. As Jordan kissed her, Neil’s free hand grabbed her bare breast and toyed with it. Jordan explored her mouth with his tongue and he grabbed her dress and pulled it down further. When it puddled on the floor, his huge fingers began working her panties down. Neil had to move his hand from her cunt to let him get them down her legs. He knelt as he pulled them down, and while Neil held her from behind, Jordan spread her legs and pressed his face to her cunt. She cried out with delight as his broad tongue tasted her, burned inside her, wetting her. His mouth took her tender folds inside and he sucked air in his mouth. She wanted to scream with delight.

Jordan sat back and watched as Neil’s hands worked their way down her body, moving across her belly and took their turn in her. Jordan stood slowly, running his hands over her naked skin and then, smiling, he began undressing, unveiling that powerful torso and then, eventually his huge ebony cock, now rigid, came into her view. She had trouble breathing as she saw it, noting the way it curved up in a slight bend. She reassured herself that she had taken this monster inside her before and found it wonderful.

Neil brought her to the foot of the bed and put her on her back and then walking around the bed to stretch her out and hold her arms over her head. She could feel the heat of Sue’s body, smell her musky arousal as the clockwork toy worked inside her.

She looked up and saw Jordan stroke his cock as he came close. “This will be so fine,” he said, the now familiar gleeful lust in his face.

Above them, Sue sang a song of lust, gasping and making soft soprano cries at irregular intervals as Jordan raised Vanessa’s legs and brought his sabre to bear on his intended target. She watched his face as she felt him working the head of his shaft between her petals.

“Fuck me,” she told him.

He nodded and lunged forward, impaling her, making her cry in harmony with Sue. Having Jordan fuck her with Sue being aroused by the toys while Neil watched seemed insanely erotic. As her head went from side to side, thrashing with joy at the feel of Jordan stretching her sheath, Neil let go of her wrists and she saw him undressing, exposing his own stiff and considerable cock and wondered what he would do.

She had her answer when he came to the bed and grabbed her hair, forcing his cock in her mouth. She sucked it, torn with paying attention to making him feel pleasure and wanting to simply savour the plundering of Jordan’s staff in her own body.

After a time, Jordan stood up, slipping his shiny and still hard cock from her. He said something and Neil came around to take his place. He straightened her legs out, then lay on her. She wrapped her legs around him as he took her. His hands went under her arse, pulling her up to meet his thrusts.

She saw Jordan watching them and tried to imagine what he was seeing and what he thought. He seemed to be the one who arranged this and she wondered if it was a test of some kind, or simply a lusty game.

After a time Jordan tapped Neil on the shoulder and said, “Roll over.”

Holding her tightly, and keeping his cock inside her, Neil rolled them over so that she was on top.

“Ride his cock,” Jordan told her and she did, trying to contract her cunt around him, to massage his shaft and make him come. Jordan went behind her and spread her arse cheeks. She felt him spreading something cool and damp on her arse. Soon he touched her anus and began rubbing it into the tight ring.

“Oh God,” she started.

“Shh,” he hissed and abruptly slipped his finger into her anus. She froze and Neil began pumping his hips, driving himself up into her as Jordan stretched her anus. When he worked in a second huge finger she groaned. He forced it in all the way and began working the two fingers in her. The combination of Neil thrusting up into her and the fingers in her arse were making her come unglued.

Suddenly Jordan pulled out his fingers and got on the bed behind her. Neil was tormenting her nipples with his fingers as he fucked her. Behind her she knew Jordan was stroking himself, probably rubbing the slippery concoction over his shaft. In preparation for...

“You’re too big,” she cried, but he was already pressing the head of his cock into her anus. It slipped into the tight ring more easily that she had feared, though not without enough pain to make her cry out. Her cry seemed to inspire his lust and he began fucking her arse fiercely. She screamed as both cocks filled her at once. Then side by side inside her, they were moving in different rhythms and her brain tried to keep track of them, separate the sensations of the two cocks that were fucking her. It failed and she felt herself disintegrate, her body taking actions of its own, her nervous system betraying her by shaking her to pieces between her two lovers.

Then Jordan was flooding her arse with his hot seed. She thought no one could produce so much cum as he pumped into her, his cock pulsing in her arse as Neil still fucked her vagina.

When Jordan’s cock softened and slipped from her he stood, pulling her off Neil and putting her on her hands and knees on the bed. Neil came behind her and then his stiff cock was in her arse, slippery in Jordan’s cum. Jordan sat next to her smiling contentedly.

“Now your treat,” he said. He reached to the night-stand and found something. He moved his hand to her cunt and she knew it was the first toy she had tried. He slipped it inside her and switched it on.

“Damn that feels nice,” Neil cried.

Nice wasn’t the word that came to Vanessa’s mind. No words came to her mind. The vibrations of the clockwork toy in her cunt with Neil fucking her arse gave control of her universe to her limbic mind. Thought was replaced by nothing but the passion of the fuck. It ran through her. She was nearing exhaustion, but her animal self rose to the occasion, mustering enough energy to respond and she came again, her body a violently spastic creature that had Neil’s cock taking its pleasure in her arse.

But he was coming too. His arms wrapped around her as he drove his cock in her to the hilt. Instinctively she reached back between her legs and found his balls and caressed them as he throbbed, spurting his seed in her.

And they collapsed, Neil sliding to her side, his cock spreading his cum across her arse and the backs of her legs. Gently, Jordan removed the toy from her exhausted cunt.

As the spinning room began to sort out and the deafening pounding of blood in her ears subsided she heard Sue crying, “Oh my God,” repeatedly. Although still bound she was bouncing her own arse on the bed. Jordan put his face on Vanessa’s back, which gave him a good look at the toy moving inside the woman.

“I think the program might need toning down for the average woman,” Neil said as Sue suddenly slumped.

Jordan touched the lips of her pussy. “You better ask her opinion when she recovers,” he said. “We don’t want to make any stupid marketing decisions.”

After Jordan untied Sue, they all got into Neil’s huge tub for a hot bath.

“I’d love to continue this,” Neil said. “Assuming I could. But tomorrow is a big day.”

“Ah yes, the end of ride,” Sue said wistfully.

“But the start of something quite new,” Neil said.

Sue smiled. “There is that.”

They cleaned up and had drinks, then returned to their rooms where Vanessa fell into a deep and erotic sleep.

***

Vanessa sat in the lounge having a drink. Through the large port she could see the colourful bustle that was Bangkok. It swarmed with people and looked so different from a crowded street in Madrid.

She wondered what would happen now. The free ride was over. Neil had presented his idea and she had accepted it as a possible solution to the problems she wanted to address. The mechanics would have to be discussed, but she would support the new company and the idea behind it.

What bothered her still was the uncertainty between her and Jordan. She cared for the man more than she wanted to admit and she was concerned that getting carried away with both men might have ruined that. She hadn’t seen Jordan all morning. He might be busy, but he might be avoiding her, as well.

Just then he came in to the lounge, smiling. “I was wondering where you got off to,” he said.

“I missed you at breakfast. I expected to see you sometime during the day.”

“I should have told you that I was having breakfast with our own bigwigs and the Prime Minister of Thailand. It’s all schmoozing to ensure that we get the permits for making flights here and for the new factory.”

“You’ll build it here?”

“Absolutely. That will keep labour costs down and, not incidentally, employ a lot of poor Thais, mostly women.”

“A good combination,” she said.

“Those things go on forever, but as soon as business wrapped up my thoughts turned to you,” he said. “As they tend to.”

“They did? They do?”

He came behind her chair and put his hands on her shoulders. She warmed to his touch and felt herself grow weak as his hands moved down, untying the bodice of her dress and slipping under the top to hold and squeeze her breasts.

“I intended to come in and invite you to take a tour of Bangkok with me,” he said.

“You don’t seem to be going in that direction.”

He laughed. “I’m weak. I confess that I can’t seem to get enough of you,” he said.

“I like the way that sounds,” she said. “I couldn’t agree more. You definitely need more of me.”

He slid her dress down her shoulders, exposing her breasts. It struck her that someone might come in on them. As he bent to nuzzle her neck while his fingers pinched and toyed with her nipples, realized she didn’t care in the least.

“For me to come close to getting enough of you, I’m afraid I will have to ask you to stay with me in Bangkok,” he said.

She opened her eyes and saw the familiar fire smouldering in his eyes. “Stay with you?”

“I am staying to set up the factory. We want you in charge of community relations, letting the world know how the company works and lobbying other companies to license their technology to us for new products.”

“You want me to stay here to work with you?” she asked feeling like a ninny for repeating his words.

His huge hand caressing her arse made her hot with desire for him.

“Yes, but I want more than that. In fact I’d be hard pressed to find ways and situations in which I didn’t want you.”

She looked into his eyes. “I like that look in your eye,” she said.

“Do you?” he chuckled.

She reached for his crotch and found his prick stiffening in his pants. She undid his pants and reached in, capturing it with her eager fingers, feeling it growing in her hand. “Yes, your visibly insane lust is lovely. But what if you grow bored with me?”

“Bored? If we need variety, we can always design a new test for one of Neil’s toys,” he said with a grin that bordered on evil. “Stay and work with me, and I will fuck you in ways neither of us has even imagined yet.”

“And then what? When the work is done, I mean?” she asked, feeling breathless.

“By the time the factory is finished I’m sure Neil will have some other mad scheme it will be fun to pursue. Or maybe we will just take an airship to a new place. Together.”

His words melted her fears. She reached for his cock and found it growing hard again. “I’ve never been fucked in Constantinople,” she said. “Only over it.”

“There is something to look forward to,” he said. “But here and now I need you. I have been dreaming, fantasizing about fucking your sweet arse again and Bangkok seems a lovely place to do it.”

She kissed him and decided she would suck him another time. “Then fuck me in Bangkok, Jordan. Fuck my arse in an airship tethered in Bangkok.”

Which he did, when she felt his cock stretch her sphincter, her pain and excitement fused together. They had a great deal to work out still. They had never talked about the nature of this relationship, but she knew it would be intense. And they would have many days and nights of glorious fucking in Bangkok and see what the future brought them.