I sit and look out my apartment window at all the steam-powered trains and cars going by. Sometimes, there is so much steam that it fogs my view. Everyone, including me, wants to be the next inventor of something steam powered. This is undoubtedly the way of the future. I see through my window the men walk by dressed to the nines with their tales and top hats. The ladies with their fancy parasols and gowns. All the steam blurring their view of the sky above. 

I graduated with top honors from Harvard in engineering, yet I have not one idea. What does the world need? What do men need? What do women need? I laughed at myself. I knew I needed to get laid.

That's exactly what I will do. It may clear my mind.

I put on one of my best gowns. It was black with a lacey collar. This gown worked before attracting men.

I went out onto the street to get to my local pub. All the steam from trains and cars was making my makeup run. I sat at the bar looking for a perspective guy to fuck me. Two guys in the corner looked okay at best. They were not exactly what I had in mind, but looking around, one of them may have to do. 

The door opened, letting in some of the steam from outside, and with it, a man who was what I was looking for. He was well built, smoking a Meerschaum pipe and wearing a fine top hat. He sat two seats away from me at the bar. I looked at him and gave him a warm smile. 

I did not want to stare and seem too eager to meet him, but I wanted to get laid in the worst way. 

Being coy worked. Just as I finished my drink, the bartender presented me with a new one and said, "This is from the gentleman over there." Pointing to the man two seats over.

I looked at him and said, "Thank you, kind sir. My name is Fawnia."

He said, "My pleasure Fawnia. I am Hawthorn. It is my great pleasure to meet you." 

We sat and talked for some time. I told him about my education and my desire to invent something steam-powered. He told me he was a traveling salesman in town for just a couple of days.

I thought it was perfect, just what I wanted: a guy who did not live here but could satisfy my sexual needs.

He asked, "Do you live close by, Fawnia?" 

I answered, "Just a minute away across the street. Would you like to see my place?"

He said, "Yes. I would like that." 

He paid the bill and then followed me to my place. I showed him upstairs; I did not take him down to my basement lab with all my machinery.

After giving him the tour, we sat on my couch and had a couple of drinks together.

He asked me, "Do you have a boyfriend, Fawnia?"

I replied, "No, I do not. Do you have a girlfriend or wife, Hawthorn?" 

He laughed and said, "No, wife. I do see some ladies from time to time as I visit their cities, but no one regularly. Because of my job, it makes having anyone steady damn nearly impossible.

He moved closer to me on the couch, leaned in, and kissed me. 

I thought this was going just the way I wanted it to. 

He grabbed my boobs as we kissed but struggled to undo my shirt. I stood up and took it off for him so he could fondle my boobs as we kissed. We kissed for a long time, and I was getting wet and wanted his cock in me.

I reached down and unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. I went to my knees and sucked on him as he lay back on the couch. 

He took my hand and stood me up so I could take off my bustle and skirt. 

He said, "Let's go to your bedroom."

I sat on the bed, and he gently pushed me back. I felt what I wanted as his cock went into my soaked pussy.

He pumped his cock in me, and within just a minute, I felt him cum in me.

He looked at me and said, "Thank you, that was great, ma'am."

I watched him as he put his clothes back on and left.

I thought, what a jerk. He had no control. I wanted a man. I wanted to have multiple orgasms.

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The next few months were much more of the same. There was Nathan. He lasted five minutes before he came, leaving me unsatisfied again. Joesph was by far the quickest. His cock head went into me, and that was it before he came.

I decided I needed to do something else. Men did not satisfy me. I thought about another woman. But were to find one?

Then it hit me. I will make a steam-powered dildo. I won't need a man that way. 

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In my lab, the first way to do this was to think of a locomotive and how the arm turns the wheel. However, it had to be controllable; otherwise, I might fuck myself to death. I also needed to control the heat. I did not want to cook myself, either. 

I needed help, so I put an ad in the local newspaper. I received many applications, but I settled on Rachel, a young woman who wanted to be an engineer.

On her first day, I wanted to let her know my goals and hoped she would understand why I wanted a steam-powered dildo.

 I told her, "This may seem crazy to you, but what I am working on is a steam-powered dildo. Men don't last long enough for me. I need your help in the design and to make sure I don't kill myself."

Rachel smiled and said, "I can't wait to help with this. I agree about men. I have not had many, two to be exact, and both left me wanting more." 

We worked for two months and devised a design that might work. 

I got into my chair and had Rachel hold my invention. She turned in on, and the steam began churring out of the back end of the dildo. The head of the device started moving back and forth. I spread my legs, and the tip of it touched my lips. 

It just began feeling good, and Rachel dropped it on the floor and screamed out, "It's too fucking hot holding it. I burned my hands because of the steam."

I replied, "Well, shit, back to the drawing board." 

Rachel said, "I am sorry I could not hold on to it any longer. I want to make it up to you right now."

She walked over to me, put her hands on my legs, and spread them. She began licking my pussy. Her tongue swirled around my lips. Within a minute, I was soaked.  

This is what I was missing. I had orgasm after orgasm as she ate me. 

I got up, took Rachel's hand, and led her back to my bedroom. 

I took off her dress and had her sit on the bed. This was the first time I ever made love to a woman, and so far, it was great.

She lay back and spread her legs. I knew where I liked it and wanted her to experience what I had just felt.

I licked her pussy and put a finger in her and went in and out of her with it. Then, two fingers. Rachel moaned and moaned. I was so wet and horny eating her that I got up and sat on her face so she could eat me as I ate her. This was the best sex I had ever had, and I never wanted it to end.

We made love all afternoon, and we were as happy as possible.

Rachel said, "Fawnia, I loved that. What you need to make is a steam-powered tongue."

I laughed and said, "You might be right. All I know is my steam-powered dildo needs a lot of work. It is too hot, and the cock part of it does not feel real enough." 

Rachel replied, "I have an idea that might help. You may not like it. I know a lot of guys at the university, and I am sure they would love to fuck us. That way, you can have some new samples of cocks ready to compare to their cocks. The benefit is we get fucked as well, and maybe finding the ideal cock for your invention that would solve one problem." 

I thought about it for a few minutes, then said, "I like it. How many should we try?"

Rachel replied, " How about eight? Four for each of us." 

I nodded my head. 

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We worked with all types of materials and made four we thought might work once we got this right, then back to making it steam-powered.

Rachel found the eight guys and brought them to my lab.

I stood in front of them as they talked among themselves. I finally said, "Can I get your attention?" 

They all turned towards me.

I said, "Very good class. My name is Fawnia. I am an inventor and an engineer. The reason you are all here is simple. I want to make something that looks and feels like a cock. I have made some samples, and we are going to feel your cocks and my samples and find out which one Rachel and I like. The benefit you get is you get to fuck us so we can find out what we want. Do you have any questions before we proceed? Yes, you are in the back with your hand raised. What is your question?"

He said, "This may sound strange. Can we pick who we fuck?"

I replied, "No need for that. Each of us will sample all your cocks. Any more questions? I will take it there are no more. So, let's get started."

I had set up a bed in my lab, which had enough room for Rachel and me. We removed our clothes, and I pointed to the closest guy and said, "You first."

He came over and put his cock in me first, and I had the samples of cocks and picked up each one until I could make up my mind which one I liked best. I knew I had to be quick. I did not one him to cum too fast.

I tapped on his ass and said, "Now fuck Rachel."

I looked around the room and got the next guy to come over and fuck me. He had a much smaller cock, but it still felt good going in and out of me. I damn near had an orgasm. 

I tapped his ass and said, "Move on to Rachel."

I pointed to the guy with the largest cock, and he came over and stuck it in me. I did not want to let this one lose, it felt so good. I reluctantly tapped him on his ass and had him move on.

He came in Rachel as the others had already done. We reversed the order with the last four, and they fucked Rachel first, then me.

The first one came in just seconds, and it was hard for me to get a reading of him and the samples. By this time, I was almost sure which sample I liked the best. 

The next one gave me my first orgasm of the day. He knew what he was doing, and it felt so damn good. He pumped and pumped my pussy. He shot a massive load of cum into me. 

The last one was the best, or maybe I was so horny by the time he fucked me. It did not matter anymore. I had several orgasms and thought perhaps I had given up on guys too quickly. I could hear his cock going through all the cum in me. He shot a load in me to mix with all the other cum already there.

I thanked all the gentlemen for coming and cumming and wished them all a good day as they left.

While it was still fresh in our minds, Rachel and I talked about which cock we wanted to make our dildo out of. We both agreed on one.  

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Over and over, we tried to cool the steam so our dildo would not burn your hand. 

After weeks of testing and no luck, we were having lunch together. Rachel was reading the newspaper again. 

Her eyes got as big as saucers, and she said, "You have to see this, Fawnia." 

She handed me the newspaper, and there was an article about technology. It was titled Batteries, and it seemed that some guy had perfected them or made them usable to the masses.

I read the article, looked at Rachel, and said, "So what? Why should I care about batteries?"

She replied, "You're missing the point. Forget about steam. Let's use batteries."

I said, "Batteries? Steam is the way of the future."

Rachel shook her head and said, "You are wrong, Fawnia. Batteries will make it safe. The dildo won't be hot, but it will be useable. Right now, it is not usable. Can we at least try it?"

I replied, "No. We will use steam to make it work."

Rachel said, "Okay. Would you mind if I tried it with batteries?"

I said, "Go ahead. I don't care."

After that day, we drifted apart, and Rachel finally left to work on her own.

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Four years later, with no luck and burn scars on my hands, I gave up on my dream of making a steam-powered dildo.

I was sitting back in my favorite pub, hoping for a guy to fuck me. I saw a newspaper. I sat down to read it and then saw this article about an inventor named Rachel.

The article said how she made a device that caused a hysterical paroxysm; in short, it meant orgasms. The male doctors in the article were dismissive of Rachel’s discovery. 

I thought that clever bitch made a battery-operated dildo. 

I got up and left the bar and had to find Rachel. I needed one of those dildos.