My phone rang, I pulled the bed clothes up around my chin and let the answer-phone take the call, "Neil Barker is not here and if you want a Taxi it's too bad"
"It's Elsie. ring me."
I grabbed for the phone but she was gone.
Elsie, how could I forget her, I was still finding tiny flecks of aluminium under my foreskin a week after our unwise liaison.
I rang the last caller redial, "The Honourable Miss Stracham is unavailable at present but, " the answer-phone replied but it cut out as she answered. "Is that you, Mr Barker."
"Hi, what do you want at one a.m?" I asked.
"My machine's broken."
"Only the stupid attachment" I corrected her.
"I'm lonely." she explained.
"Did that night mean nothing to you?" she asked.
"Well, I'm still finding bits of aluminium." I admitted.
She put the phone down.
She had to be thirty, around my own age, older than I liked, she had smaller tits than I liked, I liked brunettes with green eyes not blue eyed blondes, I did not fancy her at all, really, I thought as I pulled my decent shirt and jacket on and set off to walk the few hundred yards to her place.
The door was open, no need for keys.
She was waiting in the kitchen, dressed in a short black dress, jewels sparkled from her ear rings and necklace, she smiled as she saw me walk in.
"Obviously" I replied.
"I didn't want to call." she admitted.
"I didn't want to come,"
"I had to, it was on my mind, sit down please." she requested.
I sat, "What is?"
She had been drinking, I guessed the drink had eroded her resolve to forget our night together.
"I should have called before but I didn't want to," she said.
"Guiseppe, he supplied the machine, he wants to meet you, I think he wants to offer you a job." she said awkwardly.
"I told him how you helped me, you are obviously into the scene as you answered my post on the site." she explained.
"Here is his card."
"Thanks," she pushed it across the table towards me.
"Is that all?" It seemed little enough.
"Boyfriend away on business again ?" I asked.
"We had a row."
"Will you set my machine up for me, its all in pieces." she asked as she walked round the table to sit on my lap.
"Not tonight, I'm too tired."
"In the morning then." she stood up, took my hand and led me up the stairs.
"You can sleep here" she announced as she showed me to a small room on the third floor, a simple single bed and chest of drawers the only furniture, the carpets thin and poor quality, the walls bare but for cheap wallpaper.
"You're not very masterful are you.?" she asked.
"Accepting a nasty little room like this."
"Oh, its not so bad, but you will be cold sleeping on that thin carpet."
Her eyes widened.
"But no, it's too cold for that, I need you to warm me up."
"I was only joking," she said as I pulled the zipper on her dress down, before releasing her bra strap and baring her breasts in a single motion.
"Very Funny" I agreed slipping the dress off her arms, down past her waist, past her knees and on down before I pulled her panties down to join it around her ankles. "Now warm the bed up" I lifted her bodily as I first peeled back the old fashioned sheets and blankets and then slid them back over her tucking her in like a small child, I left her while I took a swift trip to the bathroom.
When I returned I found her sleeping. She looked so peaceful, I could not bear to rouse her so I got dressed again and sat on the floor in the corner for a while and fell asleep.
I woke to raucous laughter, she was sitting up in the bed clutching the bed clothes around her, while another woman was standing in the doorway literally crying with laughter.
"Oh Elle, have you turned dom."
"No I came to mend the." I stopped mid sentence realising how stupid I sounded , I tried to stand but I was too stiff.
"Go away Pan, oh this is Neil, my lover, Neil meet Pandora, my younger sister."
A taller younger, dare I say it slimmer version of Elsie, dressed all in black, black dress, stockings, shoes, underwear probably, she carried her wide brimmed black hat in her hands.
"Hi" I said.
"Oh so this is the Mechanic you keep on about, she likes a bit of rough, likes to be slapped about and abused," she fluttered her eyelashes, at me flirtatiously, "low self esteem you see, not like me." she continued, "well at least she used to, perhaps if you are her sub you would like to fix breakfast."
I walked out to their giggles and titters and headed for the kitchen, there were plenty of eggs and some bacon and I quite like cooking a girl breakfast as a reward for a pleasant night so after a few minutes there were three plates of bacon and eggs ready on the table and I called them down with a deferential "Breakfast is served." and they came running and laughing down the stairs.
Elise was wearing a simple short blue house coat.
"Well he is well trained." agreed Pandora.
"Who said you could get dressed.?" I asked.
"Sorry, master." Elsie replied with a slight smile.
"Its all right this time kitten, but remember what we agreed." I ad libbed.
Elsie took her plate and placed it on the floor and started to try to eat it without using her hands smearing egg all over her chin as she did so.
"Oh god Elle, what's he doing to you, for gods sake you beast."
Elsie managed about two mouth fulls before she collapsed in helpless laughter.
Pandora fumed in annoyance "How am I supposed to know, she keeps on about you."
I helped Elsie to her feet and she hugged me and then jumped up and wrapped her legs around me and we kissed.
"Oh god it's sickening" was Pandora's considered opinion.
Elle took my hand and led me to the small bedroom once again and lay back on the bed, "Tie my feet to the bed frame" she ordered but I was too busy getting undressed to waste time with such nonsense and instead I opened her housecoat and pulled down her panties slipping the flimsy lace off her feet before parting her knees and taking my place on the bed kneeling between her thighs, I explored with my fingers.
"Checking for aluminium" I informed her,
"Just do it, don't mess about stick it in me and OOhhh"
I silenced her with a single thrust and an open mouthed kiss and she started making the most amazing mewling sounds as I began to hump her.
It all seemed so pleasant, ordinary yet exciting, a habit to enjoy frequently, two parts of one single whole.
Pandora walked in on us, "Did you two get married secretly or something" she asked as she watched thoughtfully.
"Go away Pan"
"You'll get pregnant, she won't use the pill and you two are not using condoms are you?"
"Go away" Elle repeated.
"Or has he had the snip." Pandora queried.
"Go away, it's not a problem," I insisted.
"Guiseppe rang, said to ring him back" Pandora continued. "Elle, can I use your machine."
"Yes when I've finished with Neil he can put it back together for you."
"Hey" I complained.
"And use a condom," Elle ordered, "I don't want you getting my sister pregnant as well."
I found the machine came with all the necessary tools, it even had several spare fuses in the tool pouch in the bottom of the control pedestal, it was very strange, trying to work out the protocol for adjusting the machinery to suit Pandora, should she just strip in front of me or should she undress elsewhere and simply wear a bathrobe or something similar something easily discarded.
We adjusted the arm rests and thigh and foot restraints, to suit Pandora, Elle operated the winching machines to tighten the straps to secure Pan to the machine,straps at her wrists, ankles, around her waist and over the breasts under her arms and then because she had been so beastly we took the main fuse out and left her while we had a bite to eat.
She was incandescent with anger, "Elise Stracham let me out of here." she wailed.
"Is that your name, Elise not Elsie." I asked.
"Yes, weird isn't it."
"No, nice, like the Lotus" she looked blank, I guessed she was not into cars.
We returned to Pandora, she had gone off the idea of being machine fucked but Elsie told her not to mess me around, and to relax.
"No let me out you pervert, you machine rapist,".
I released lock on the leg restraints and eased her knees apart, the linkage spreading them equally as I pulled her left knee until I reached her limit and her pussy was fully displayed, glistening, pink, in the spotlight, centre stage,
Elsie pushed a finger into the wetness, "She is not very excited yet, show her your cock."
"No keep that disgusting thing away from me you pervert." Pandora insisted.
I looked at her, as she looked at me, her face framed by her breasts as I peered over her crotch and I marvelled at how firm and perky her breasts were, retaining their shape even as she lay down.
"Just let me up you pervert." Pandora wailed.
Pandora called me all sorts of other names as with her sisters connivance I prodded and caressed and nibbled her as I tried to get her relaxed enough to take even the smallest penetrator, that would fit the one and a quarter inch penetrator push rod, the smallest that was safe without an intermediate guide, but in the end sheer perseverance and lots of lube saw the green latex covered plastic phallus slowly ease between her pussy lips.
She had stopped complaining and was trying not to show her excitement, but her erect nipples and the way her juices were leaking rather gave the game away.
I adjusted the stroke of the penetrator, turning the crankshaft by hand and trading pushrod length for crank throw as we established how deep she could take the thrusts, it's not glamorous, its real hard work, manipulating machinery amongst the warm wet soft fragile, slippery juice soaked innards of a naked twenty something with the most amazingly firm tits while my lover, her sister looks on.
"Are you ready yet" Pandora whined. as I finished checking everything.
"Ready if you are" I announced and fed some power to the motor,
The penetrator started to move, the hydraulic motor easing it gently in a way no straight electric drive could achieve and then it started to move easily.
"It's slopping about like a broom handle in a bucket." Elle observed as Pandora's shyness evaporated and her Vagina opened like some exotic, or is that erotic flower.
I stopped the machine, to Pandora's frustration intense frustration, "You can't stop now" she whined.
I turned the crankshaft so the penetrator was fully inside her, pulled out the spring loaded clevis pin wound the crank back disengaged the pushrod, extracted the penetrator, undid the lock ring, unscrewed the green plastic phallus, chose a larger one pushed it right in her to check it was comfortable for her, then screwed it to the push rod and tightened the lock ring, all the time sensing her dripping cunt was just crying out for attention glistening and dripping and ready. As soon as I was certain she was comfortable I re-fitted the clevis and powered up the motor once more.
Her moans and shrieks bore testimony to a job well done as the shaft eased in and out and the crank revolved and her little pussy lips slid easily over the Orange three inch by twelve inch penetrator.
I did not want to risk leaving Pandora alone with the machine running but Elle wanted me so we compromised by making love in the corridor just outside the "play" room, we were both so turned on by this stage that foreplay was superfluous and I sank into her wetness with practised ease.
When we returned Pandora's straps were slipping as she perspired with the excitement of her over stimulation, I gave each winching machine a few seconds power to secure her better and she responded instantly with renewed cries of pleasure.
"What the hell would she be like with the anal running?" I asker rhetorically.
"Or the suction cups I have on back order." mused Elle.
"I really..... must...... stop." Pandora gasped between shrieks and so I slowed the penetrator to a gentle motion then stopped it completely.
I released the strap tension to allow her to climb out without dismantling or adjusting the penetrator setting, "I'll leave it set for you then Pan."
"You will have to give me a hand I'm exhausted." she complained and I carefully lifted her and took her, still naked, to the bedroom her sister and I had recently shared, I lifted her into the bed and tucked the sheets and blankets carefully round her as she drifted into a contented sleep.
As I went downstairs I heard Elle on the phone, "Five five, Pounds? yes, right, that would be easiest, bye."
"Mr Barker, Neil, how do you fancy making some money?" she asked.
"Yes great, is it legal?" I asked
"Guiseppe can supply the machines, Anal and Vaginal with the vacuum cups and a full set of Penetators and tools for five thousand five hundred delivered here. I think we can charge twelve to fifteen thousand for one assembled and tested and you can easily set one up in a day."
Things were moving too fast.
"How about paying" I asked.
"Sell before you buy, silly, Guiseppe has ten in storage because he has no one to do the set up and testing."
"He sacked his last mechanic, he started to supply some attachments he had made like that one we had trouble with, so Guiseppe sacked him.
"Oh I see."
"That's what he wants you for, but the real money is in buying them wholesale and doing the set up ourselves. and Guiseppe just likes the manufacturing side."
"So what's the deal."
"I sell, you assemble and test and we split the profits fifty fifty." she announced proudly.
"Yeah, why not." so we shook hands and became partners.
It was actually easier to resurrect my old Neil Barker removals business than start a new company, the old LDV van was an ideal size although I made myself unpopular with the lads in the local garage under the arches who had to weld the rusted chassis back together, but within a week we were ready to roll.
The first half dozen machines went to fill the outstanding orders Guiseppe could not fulfil, and every one was to someone who claimed their lover was a handyman or mechanic, and they claimed they could do the set up themselves, I got a couple of lads to drive the van and heave the heavy boxes up stairs while I unpacked everything, then I checked the parts against the parts list, took a photo or two with my Pentax as proof and left them to it.
I was called back to every one of those first six.
There was nothing really wrong with them, in fact after a bit of work they worked perfectly, we only supplied the Vaginal penetrator and suction cups, no anal device but you would not believe the mess those customers made of our new machines, bolt heads rounded off, damaged vernier adjustment where the bolts had been left slack, one poor girl actually came to the door with a penetrator inside her and almost two feet of push rod dangling past her knees where the wrong size ribbed phallus cover had been used and rucked up inside her, fortunately her lover had assembled the push rod wrongly so she could disengage it herself, but trying to ease a lump of plastic from a bronzed goddess's vagina with your lover and the girl's boyfriend watching is not as exciting as you might think.
Fortunately regarding the phallus cover, with the ladies' lover's kisses and my fingers we managed to slip the cover off the phallus and extract all the parts but it was a exhausting experience for all, I remember fishing for the cover with long nosed pliers trying to see down into her vagina when Elle just lost patience and she just shoved her hand inside the girl and fished the cover out. The girl's reaction was priceless, I don't think she had ever been fisted before.
Veronica called us back, her mother in law who was no lightweight, had sneaked in and tried her machine when she should really have been baby sitting, and somehow had ripped the entire wiring loom from the main connector at the base of the control pedestal, from the extent of the damage you would have thought a herd of elephants had been let loose, and the poor woman was so embarassed, but a couple of hours work with a soldering iron and the excellent wiring diagram in the handbook and it was good as new, I checked everything as far as I could then announced I had to get Elle over to test it.
"My bloody mother in law wanted to try it so here is her chance she announced," and bellowed "Mary, get in here."
The old lady was shaking with embarassment, well old, she was about forty something, badly out of shape, fat unattractive, and Veronica ordered her to strip. "If you don't I'll tell Giles and he will tell Charlie."
Mary slipped off her floral patterned tent and what looked like salvation army issue reinforced knickers and carefully sat her not inconsiderable flabby self down at the machine, I went to line up the penetrator and saw to my horror the inch and a quarter almost solid steel shaft was bent, luckily the penetrator she needed fitted the bigger but lighter two inch thin walled shaft so I was able to put it to one side, but the expression, on Veronica's face was an absolute picture.
"She is a right bitch, usually, so this is pay back" Veronica told me as I carefully lubed the older woman's lower lips and tested the penetrator.
"I'll try the same stroke you like" I told Veronica.
"With a plastic prick about twice the size?" she queried.
"Well actually." I started to say but she pushed the start switch. "No, She's
not strapped in," I yelled as I flipped the kill switch, then I winched each strap tight and after a few turns of the crankshaft by hand I reset the trip and handed the handset to Veronica.
She had the compassion to start the machine slowly then slammed it on to full power, the electric motor wound up to full speed as the hydraulics spun the crankshaft which rapidly became a blur. whizzing between the elephant ears of her Labia in a mist of cunt juices.
"She is not a Rabbit." I suggested.
"Mr Barker, she put my machine out of commission, do you have any idea how frustrating that can be."
I had a spare pentrator phallus on the bent shaft in my hand, and as one does in such circumstances, I pulled her Levis down and thrust the soft green phallus towards her pubes,
"Ah, I see you do understand, thankyou." she thanked me as she pulled her thong aside and began to wank herself with the penetrator on the awkward bent length of shafting.
"Veronica, that's disgusting," Mary warned her.
"What about you Madam, pot calling the kettle black."
Veronica saw I had slowed the machine from Rabbit like frenzy to slow fuck, "I said Maximum Mr Barker" Veronica ordered."
"It's for pleasure not torture Madam, and she seems to like that speed." I stated flatly.
Veronica was not impressed. "If you're such a fucking expert then why am I wanking myself?" she queried, but went quiet when I picked up a Anal penetrator from my tool box.
"Perhaps not." she agreed but when I pulled up her tee shirt and popped her perky little tits from her bra cups and paid them some attention she gave a very reasonable impression of a woman having an orgasm. I would almost swear I saw and heard her cum but she denied it later, she did however insist her mother in law had three orgasms although Mary said it was five when next day she rang to enquire about a machine for herself.
"Are you gay and unmoved by your work," Mary asked.
"No, Elle usually deals with that." I told her as I undid the straps and helped her to climb off the machine.
Veronica had gone down stairs to look after the kids.
"Oh perhaps if I am doing her job I should do all of it?"
Well, it would have been rude to refuse, and a strange experience, like riding the ocean waves was my reward as her rolls of flab squished around as I gently fucked her.
"Your machine is very good, Mr Barker, but sadly not as efficacious as your god given appendage, Oh for god's sake don't tell Veronica."
Caroline was another early customer, she was not an easy woman to like, frosty, always frowning or sneering, she insisted she could erect the machine herself and than two days later I had to sort the mess out.
The machine was crammed into a corner of her bedroom, beside the bed, the control pedestal hard against the wall so the tool kit was inaccessible, I pointed it out to her.
"Stupid design" she muttered.
"It will fit all four ways round, the base is a simple square." I told her. "Don't you read the instructions?"
"Oh!, but half the features don't work." she complained.
I tried the controls and some things worked, some would not, winching machines which pulled but not released, but it was the work of a second to find the fault.
The main wiring loom was routed the wrong side of the seat recliner and the recliner mechanism had sliced into it and severed several wires, the hydraulic pipes were loose and fluid had leaked into the carpet, and some of the bolts were cross threaded.
I set to work, as she looked on, working to splice in new wire and seal the insulation with heat shrink tubing.
The pipes just needed a tweak with a spanner, but the mess made me decide to ask if we could just use water in future instead of Hydraulic fluid.
"Right, it's ready for test." I told her as I cleared my tools away.
"Thank you that will be all then." she announced.
"I really ought to check it, I'll get Elle over, she is only round the corner.
"No Mr Barker, go away."
"Look I'll wait in the lounge while you try it."
Reluctantly she agreed and I turned on her TV and waited, I was trying to beat the contestants at Countdown when "Aaagggghhhh Mr Barker help!" she squealed in agony.
I rushed into the bedroom, blood trickled from her anus as she lay back in the seat impaled on a monster penetrator.
"That's a vaginal attachment, not an anal one you silly cow, it's far too big." I shouted in horror.
"It slipped out you idiot." she explained.
"Because the pushrod is too short, I said I needed to adjust it."
I unclipped the controls from the armrest under her right hand, and powered the leg restraints around the spread her legs wider, I think we both became aware she was essentially naked as I did so because her bravado evaporated.
"Are you going to rape me Mr Barker" she asked, "only I do seem to be rather helpless."
"Sorry, I don't have any condoms" I replied.
"On the shelf behind me, use the ribbed one."
"Well" I said reaching for the box marked ribbed, "I suppose it would be impolite to decline."
I clambered in amongst the wiring and the hydraulics, then clambered out again to take my trousers and boxers off, then tried again, it was a nightmare trying to get the seat height adjusted so we could be comfortable and finding somewhere for my knees to go that was not a sharp edge but finally she guided me within her slippery willing wetness, and we fucked pleasantly.
"If this is rape why do you keep saying Yes and harder?" I asked.
"It's a woman's perogative to change her mind." she replied between gasps
"Not in mid fuck." I corrected her.
"Stop then." She insisted.
I stopped thrusting.
"No, don't stop, oh hell, please make me cum"
I redoubled my efforts and her little face lit up with pleasure, the scowls and wrinkled brow giving way to something akin to beauty as she heaved and gasped her way to orgasm.
I was climbing off her, peeling the condom off, ready to seal it in a disposal bag when I realised we were not alone.
Her Mother was looking at me, I felt rather foolish, wearing a shirt and tie and socks but little else.
"Caroline, what is this?" she asked.
"Sorry." Caroline replied.
"You said you love me, not men."
"I got carried away, hell Susan I need a man sometimes, all right?" Caroline explained.
"I thought you loved me!"
The realisation was slow coming but clearly, well hopefully, Caroline and Susan were lovers and not mother and daughter.
"How would you feel if it was me fornicating with a tradesman?" Susan asked.
"Well, I can't see that happening," Caroline snapped, "You're old enough to be his mother."
Susan looked horrified.
"No, that's not fair, she is very attractive." I insisted diplomatically, but my manhood remained drooped at half mast revealing my true feelings.
"Don't lie, you'll make it worse." Susan explained.
"It's the machine," I explained, I fiddled with the controls, "They feel so helpless, look I've switched off the main power switch so she is completely helpless."
"So you take advantage?" she asked.
"Usually, if they don't object." I explained.
"And if they do?" she asked.
"What? self control." Susan said as she rounded on me, "But like all men your brain is in your pants, you just want one thing."
"Mr Barker's isn't" Caroline giggled, pointing to my swinging tool.
"Just get out!" Susan insisted. and I grabbed my tool roll and ran downstairs. I stopped by the back door to put my trousers on and Susan caught up.
"You're disgusting," said Susan but somehow seeing prim and proper Susan staring at me was having an unexpected effect, and I felt myself stiffening.
"No, way you filthy pervert." Susan observed, but she didn't resist as moved closer and hooked my thumbs into the waistband of her skirt and pulled it down, there was a wet patch on the front of her silk panties.
"I don't have any condoms," I explained.
"In my handbag." she replied and she reached across and extracted a packet of three......