The Party: The Bed Beast
Story by TikTikKobold on SoFurry
Rob and Dawn were looking to spice up their sex life. Little did they know that their friend Trisha was setting them up so that they would become swingers. And now, the true test Trisha has been building up for--she wants to see if Dawn can handle the masturbation tool known as "The Bed Beast," for if Dawn can, then Trisha and Dawn can become the greatest of lesbian lovers.
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Lots of crazy things happened to Dawn and her husband Rob today. When they woke up, they were both normal 30 year olds, happily married, but wishing for a little more spark in their lives. Now, they are swingers, she’s bisexual, and they both had a chance to fuck a famous furry rock band in front of a live audience.
But even all of that cannot compare to just how bizarre the chamber of “The Bed Beast” is. Trisha, their friend and the host of the party, sits upon the mattress of the strange bed in this strangely empty room, one leg crossed over the other and leaning back. She shows off her ample breasts as she bites her lip, waiting for either of the lovely couple to respond to her revelation—that this room was designed specifically to sate her amorous desires when swingers parties no longer fulfilled her. That she had a whole room designed by her husband to provide a mechanical remedy for her unending lust. But both of them remain silent, taking in the strange square room with all of its hatches and openings and the telltale buzz humming throughout its walls, attesting to the intricate machinery that is beyond their sight.
In one corner of the room is a small, yet comfortable-looking chair. Trisha motions over toward it and speaks up, breaking the silence. “Rob, dear… why don’t you build up your stamina for later while I show your wife what its all about?”
He gulps and, almost mindlessly, heeds her instructions. Dawn blinks and holds her hand out to stop him, trying to say something, but she has no words, not for this strange, yet oddly alluring, situation.
“Dawn, dear,” Trisha coos. “This is the main course, you know. I’ve done this whole thing—this party, bringing in those party animals, securing our time alone—just for you.”
Dawn bites her lip, holding her arms close to herself, blushing deeply under her friend’s gaze.
Trisha slides herself off of the bed, standing before her friend and placing her hands upon Dawn’s thighs. She pulls her in close, gripping her butt as she narrows her gaze. “Come on, Dawn,” she purrs. “I know you’ve awakened something within you this day… it’s because I organized the whole thing. You’ve become the woman I’ve always known you could be, and now is the time you prove to me that I’m right.”
“You… you manipulated me?” she asks, breathing heavily.
“Every little bit,” she says, her voice husky. “What’s the matter? Does that turn you on?” she asks, leaning in to exhale at her ear. “Or maybe, you want to turn the tables on me and find a way to make me do whatever you want…?” Her last few words slow down, the final syllable exaggerated into a pop that shook throughout Dawn’s whole body.
The newly awakened woman gasps, her hands moving away from her exposed body, seeking the touch of her friend, the woman who coaxed her out of her shell.
Trisha, though, isn’t ready for Dawn to touch her. Not yet. There is one final task. So she slips away, just as Dawn’s fingers brush where her thigh once was, and she stands at the side of the bed. “Come on over, darling. Show me what you can handle.”
Dawn gulps, stepping closer. When she gets to the bed, she lowers herself with a tentative touch.
“Don’t be afraid. He won’t bite,” Trisha pauses. “On the lower settings.”
Dawn lays down on the bed, letting her breasts fall flat along her chest and gently spreading her legs, letting the cool air touch her warmed sex. She licks her lips and closes her eyes, giving a quick nod. “Aalright. I’m ready…” she breathes.”
“Excellent,” Trisha says, grabbing a small dial. She rolls her thumb over the nub, turning the device up to level 2.
The bed’s humming grows, and the mechanical whirring of many small arms coming to life writhes underneath of her. From out of the sides of the bed, the robotic arms emerge, their hands not cold metal, but synthetic skin, warmed by the mechanisms that power them to simulate the feeling of natural flesh while also stimulating the participant in the bed. There are two to begin with, both of them finding their way up over her thighs, trailing along her sides, and massaging over her chest, the fingers so articulate as to roll her nipples between them, and even taking time to gently pinch them between thumb and forefinger.
Dawn groans, already getting aroused by the strange device.
Seeing his wife and listening to her needy calls, Rob can’t help but get ready, himself, yet when he pushes up to stand, Trisha holds a hand out to get him to stop. Accepting her command, he sits back down, wriggling uncomfortably in his comfortable chair.
A third and fourth hand emerge, tracing up along her legs and squeezing her thighs. They knead at any stiff muscles there, tired from thrusting and humping multiple partners, and, surprised, she says. “Ah… that, that’s hitting the spot!”
Trisha giggles. “Oh, not quite, Dawn, dear, You still got 8 more settings to go through before a nympho like you is satisfied.” She says. Though Trisha watches her, seeing the woman getting warmed up, she knows deep down that she is nowhere near satisfied. And, desperately, the host wants to see if Dawn really can make it to level 10. If she can, then she has surpassed even Trisha’s expectations and become a veritable sex goddess. Oh, if that were true, what a life it would be to serve such a goddess… but if she fails…?
Trisha shakes her head and licks her lips, pushing her thumb against the dial once again. With a click, the device revs up from its next level, approaching the next tier Trisha desires for her friend and, hopefully, new lover.
New hands emerge from the device, some of them of different shapes and sizes, from the range of inexperienced teens trying their first time to large men with a firm, calloused grip. The different sensations will, of course, cause different delightful feelings to course through Dawn, and at this newest level, she will still be kept from the more intricate of the Bed Beast’s ministrations.