Before the Victorian Era safe sex meant kissing and a chastity belt, but when the key broke in Fanny's lock it took an engineer of Stephenson's stature to resolve the problem.
"Thee done champion job of Fucking Machine for the missus so if thee can spare time I got another job for thee, bit delicate like."
Young George Stephenson sat in the kitchen at Arthur Cleghorn's brand new red brick mansion, eating a chicken leg with a knife and fork, Arthur Cleghorn sat across the table from him chewing geat lumps from his chicken. He wondered what was behind Arthur's urgent call for assistance.
"I hope it gives satisfaction, Mr Cleghorn sir."
"Satisfaction, her's bloody ecstatic lad, well done, no lad its Tiffany, Fanny, me eldest daughter, we busted off key in lock in her chastity belt, can you help?"
"It's job for Locksmith sir."
"Nay, lad, it's a job for someone what I trust, I ent trusting my precious daughters unmentionables to any randy Tom, Dick or Freddy."
"I'll have a go."
"Her says her won't let a man do it, her really is a stuck up awkward bitch, so we'll get maid to open door then get a couple of lads to hold her down."
Arthur opened the door to servants pantry and ordered. " Sid and Zed, give us hand"
Arthur led along the oak lined corridors up the varnished staircases past the vulgar foreign paintings Veneer, Van Dike the Netherlands school so Arthur said, they went, Sid Stubbs, under porter, and Zedediah Cuthbertson, the kennel man helped George with the tools, and Alice Mace, Fanny's maid led the procession.
Alice knocked.
"A letter for you mistress." trilled Alice.
"Go away, I'm resting." whined Fanny.
"Sod you then. it stinks like Lord Arthur." suggested Alice.
"Oh all right" agreed Fanny.
The sound of dainty footsteps then the bolt slid back, "Just this once."
Alice stepped aside and Zed and Sid grabbed Fanny and threw her onto the bed.
"Tie her arms to bed, there are some silk leggings in drawer". suggested Alice
"Leave me alone" she whined and as Zed and Sid held her down Alice lifted Fanny's skirt and petticoats to expose the bronze belt.
"Miss Fanny it's got to come off, you 'ent had a shit since Sunday and you will be bad." Alice told her.
"Best take petticoat and that off completely" George suggested.
"No" Fanny protested, and wriggled and struggled as Alice tugged her skirts and petticoats to her knees.
George gazed at Fanny's crotch her creamy thighs, the wisp of hair hinting at the promise beyond.....
"Mr Stephenson, I think your minds wandering" suggested Alice as she stared at the expanding area around George's crotch as his member uncurled from its slumbers and turned to solid muscle stretching the buttons on his breeches to their utmost.
"Get out" screamed Fanny.
Arthur Cleghorn called to Sid and Zed and they left George and the girls to it.
"You get out too" yelled Fanny.
"No, I got a job to do" George insisted.
"You are disgusting, look at your member straining."
"I am a bloody Man, what do you expect?"
He eased his fingers between the metal belt and her flat tummy, checking for clearance.
He inhaled her exquisite perfume, she smelled his odour of steam oil and fresh sweat, his presence and strength,
His hand now flat on her tummy exploring checking clearance reaching lower, into the soft downy hair towards the region the belt was supposed to protect, his strong fingers her yielding flesh.
She thought of her intended, Arthur, Lord Maplethorpe, with his noble brow, flawless complexion, bejewelled fingers, his French perfume, and especially his beautiful Mansion over beyond Gribblesdyke moor.
Fanny could never understand why her father insisted upon the Chastity belt for her visit to Maplethorpe's home and his subsequent visits to see her, he was a gentleman, it was the likes of Stephenson she needed protecting from.
His fingers now deep within the enclosing metal, strong but gentle, Fanny realised to her horror, that she was becoming aroused.
"Mr Stephenson" Alice protested "You two, I don't know, you are supposed to be undoing the lock, not fiddling with her unmentionables."
"Sorry miss I got carried away," apologised George.
Alice continued "He fancies you miss he can't think straight, miss."
"Alice" Fanny protested.
"I'll sort Mr Stephenson, Miss," Alice offeredand she placed the white chamber pot with the pretty floral decoration on the bed and while he worked on Fanny , Alice swiftly swiftly unbuttoned George's breeches allowing his rampant member to spring free , then as Fanny gazed at it's size and beauty and as he gazed dreamily at Fanny the touch of Alice's gentle fingers on his erect member sent glorious sensations through his member and soon his rich creamy spunk was pumping from his shaft, arcing through the air to be caught in the chamber pot which Alice deftly manoeuvred to catch every last drop.
"What do you think Mr Stephenson?" asked Alice.
"She is beautiful". he replied.
"About the belt you lovestruck wazzock" she corrected.
Fanny's green eyes blazed, her golden blond hair shone in the lamplight,
"You are beautiful" he stated.
She smiled as he withdrew his fingers.
"I have a job to do Miss, now be still."
He took a metal plate from his toolbox placing it between her alabaster skin and the metal belt and placing the lock on it.
He started by centre punching the lock the started to drill, a tiny hole then progressively larger, suddenly, Twang, the lock sprang open.
George gently peeled the metal belt from her.
"Let me up I want to see" she demanded.
He untied her and she sat up and examined herself, she slid a finger inside herself.
"Oh that's so nice, you can bugger off now."
George gripped her boddice and gently tore it right down the front, her perfect breasts spilled out. then he held her chin with one hand and as he undid his belt and buttons, he kissed her, and his manhood once again stood proud and to attention.
"Help" she cried.
"It's all right I can manage" he countered.
"You bloody beast" she complained as she struggled against the silken leggings holding her wrists.
He climbed on the bed, and again, she became aware of his weight, his power. The scent of Clegg and Wood patent machine oil, and coal smoke filled her lungs, he wriggled from his jacket and lay over her in just his vest and socks.
"Aren't you going to take your vest and socks off?" she asked.
"No its a bit nippy with no fire in grate." he replied and he aimed himself at the freshly revealed pink slit.
"Its too big." she cried.
"No its not, its." he broke off as he thrust towards her but she arched her back and he missed the target.
