(∗Author’s Note: This is a Fancy Phucket story and was also written for an event called Bedtime Stories 2025. This called for a selections which should be three to five minutes long with a scene containing lots of action, since people will be acting it out. There’s nothing to “act out” about a couple people sitting around a table and talking.)
Sally stood in the conference room with her arms crossed while shifting her weight from foot to foot. She refused to sit down, because she wouldn’t stay more than a minute once he showed up.
Stew opened the door with a flourish, letting it close behind him with a click. Sally looked him up and down with a roll of her eyes. She’d never admit that he looked better than when she kicked him out of her apartment two months ago.
“Sally,” he said, grasping her hand. “You have to give me another chance.”
She snatched her hand out of his with a sneer. “I can never go back to you. You don’t have what I need.”
“But baby. I’ve changed.”
With a flip of her hair, she looked back at him. “You don’t have what I need. You know I don’t play no acoustic pussy. The tools I need for a good time always intimidated you.”
“But Sally, I am the tool you need.”
He unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his half hard penis. “I’ve gotten an upgrade.”
He twisted one of his nipples, causing a motor to sound. His schong twisted into itself and out popped a half flesh, half metal dong. He pressed his other nipple and his schnitzel began to vibrate.
“I volunteered for a new research program. I’m not just any cyborg. I’m a sex cyborg.” He took a step toward her. “I’m fully electric, baby.”
Sally wiped the drool from the sides of her mouth and stepped cautiously toward Stew. “Oh, Stew. I might have something you can plug into.”
She reached out and touched his vibrating member with a finger. “Ooh.” She trembled. “I think I can give you another chance.”
He guided her hand up to his ear. “If you give my ear lobe a tug, the vibrations change intensity and rhythm.”
She tugged his ear and his johnson pulsed fast then slow. BUZZZ buzz BUZZZ buzz
She tugged again and it pulsed in a peculiar rhythm.
“Is it buzzing to…The National Anthem?”
“That’s right baby. I know it’s your favorite.”
She bit her lip and fanned her face. “Oh Stew. You’ve gone and gotten the perfect Pedro.”
“You don’t have to call him Pedro any more. Call him, Old Faithful. He’ll never let you down again.” To demonstrate his new found virility, he placed his hands behind his head and helicoptered his hose, which started glowing with RBG lights, turning it into a real disco stick.
Her eyes followed the tip of his joystick until she almost fell down dizzy. Stew caught her in his arms and pulled her close.
“And baby, I can make Old Faithful hot…or cold on command.” He wagged his eyebrows at her as she flinched in his arms with an “Ooh,” and a “Ooohhh.”
Her arms pushed him away. “I just don’t know Stew. Can we make this work just because you’ve upgraded your love rod? What about everything else?”
Falling to his knees, he grabbed her hand (mind you, his dick is still hanging out of his pants). “If I can change my pickle, I can change anything else. I’ve even enrolled in a ‘Housework 101’ class.”
Sally leaned over and looked him dead in his eyes. “What else can you do as a sex cyborg?”
He stood up beside her and licked his lips. “I thought you’d never ask.”
Suddenly, the door behind Stew flew open, pushing the couple toward the back wall. Three people dressed in black suits stormed through the door with guns pointed at Stew.
“Ma’am, step away from the gentleman,” the person in the middle said.
Sally threw herself between Stew and the gun people. “No. You can’t take him. He has my dream dick.”
“Ma’am, this prototype is still in the beta stages. He’s programing is not working correctly.”
Stew pushed Sally aside. “Don’t worry Sally. There’s nothing wrong with me.”
She latched onto his arm. “I can’t let you and your improved sausage go,” she cried.
“Ma’am, the force of his ejaculation could destroy your uterus or even kill you,” one of the gun people said.
“I bet it’s worth it.” Sally chewed on her bottom lip and stared down at the still vibrating shaft.
“Sally, step back,” Stew said, while pushing her away. “This isn’t the only thing my heat-seeking moisture missile can do.”
Stew twisted the other nipple and his bed snake rotated around again to reveal a pistol shaped ding dong. He tugged on his ear, then pulled back on the slide.
“Run for it. He just cocked his cock,” the suited people yelled. They ran for cover behind the tables in the conference room while Stew placed his hands on the back of his head and thrusted his groin out. Bullets fired from his sexcalibur, putting holes into the walls.
Sally clutched her ears to protect them from the loud pops of the cum gun. It all stopped when the pops turned into a small boom. She looked at Stew. Blood started dripping from his pistol dick and he fell to the floor.
“No. His electric penis,” she yelled and rushed to Stew’s side.
She grabbed his hand and gaped at his cracked member.
“Sally, I’m sorry. I had hoped we would run away before they arrived.”
“Stew, you made the happiest women in the world for a whole minute.”
The suited group pulled Sally away. “We need to take him in. If we can fix the bugs, you might see him again.”
Two of the people dragged Stew out of the room, while the third produced a document from their inside jacket.
“Ma’am. You need to sign this non-disclosure agreement….”
Sally tapped her chin and asked, “Do you have any openings for female sex cyborg volunteers?”
The end.
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