A Fuck Furniture Hangover

A Fuck Furniture Hangover

I'm just ending my yoga set when the Holo announces a call from someone called IshCom.

"Hello, I have a message for Miss Katrina Stone."

"Speaking."

"Please turn on your camera so I can verify your identity."

"Who are you, IshCom?"

I'm Ishtar University's AI, and I have a message from Miss Rebecca Stone for you, but I need to verify your identity first. Please turn on your camera."

"I am not dressed, IshCom."

"I am an AI, Miss Stone. Your state of dress is of no concern, but I do need at least your face to confirm your identity. I cannot pass on a message to an unknown person."

"Camera on."

"Thank you, Miss Stone. Your sister sends the following message:

"My life has taken a strange turn, Sis, and we need a heart-to-heart ASAP. I need to stay at the Center, but I can send a car for you as soon as you are free."

"Do you have a reply?"

"Yes, let her know I'll be down in 20 looking for the car."

"It will be a royal blue Tesla, Miss Stone," and the line goes dead.

Twenty minutes later, I get in a Tesla waiting in the no-parking zone like it owns the street. Traffic is light for this time of day, and the car has green lights clear to our destination, a blue recess in an underground car park. A doorman stands there, appearing normal except for the energy he radiates, an aura of danger that would make monsters run.

"Welcome to the Center, Miss Stone. Biff is just inside. He will take you to our queen." And he opens the door.

Sure enough, a guy is standing there, covered in nothing but goose bumps.

"Miss," he says desperately, "Please, can the formalities wait until we reach a warmer area?" I nod. He signals "come," and I quickly follow him down a blue path. We pass under an arch, and warm air instantly embraces us. The guy stops and begins to rub some life back into his body while I admire his very respectable, cold, shrunken genitals. I wonder if he is why Becca stayed overnight--and if she shares. He interrupts my fantasizing by thanking me for my patience, then holds out his hand, saying, "I'm Biff, your sister's personal aide. If I'd known how cold it was in the car park garage, I would have dressed first. My mistake! But a belated, but no less warm, welcome to the Center. I will do my best to make your stay enjoyable. Your sister is anxious to see you, so if you'll follow me, you'll join her soon."

Biff is right; in a few minutes, I see her, but... wow! She's as naked as a jaybird and proud of it. I'm not surprised she's naked. We often are at home, but I've never seen her naked with a third person present, let alone a naked guy. Color me shocked. I'm sure now that her relationship with Biff is far more 'personal' than 'assistant.'

I close the distance between us and hug her. "Missed you, and I'm hungry. Any chance we can snack while we catch up?"

"Not sure. Let me check."

"Biff, can we get some finger food and wine? Oh, and a quiet place to chat?"

"Of course, my Queen, your sitting room is through the Green arch. I'll send you provisions there."

"Thank you, Biff. Kat, let's see what my sitting room looks like. I haven't had time to explore the suite yet."

We follow Biff's instructions and find ourselves in a small Sitting Room, where the scent of cedar and a small fire in an ancient brazier greet us. A couple of chairs face the flames, and a small table between them holds our order. We sit and let out squeaks of surprise. My damned chair is adjusting to me. I didn't expect a chair to accommodate me, but once it stopped, it was the most comfortable chair I've ever rested my bum on.

"Sis, is this fuck furniture?"

"I don't know. IshCom?

"Yes, Your Highness, these chairs can accommodate a cisgender couple in over 400 different positions. And there are separate settings available for transgender couples."

"Biff. Becca and I would like a tour now."

"On the way."

After a quick walk through the suite's empty rooms accompanied by racy dialogue between Biff and me, we follow the blue path to my new bedroom's entrance. Biff explains, "Your bedroom is identical to Becca's. Take a peek," and steps aside so we can enter.

"Wow, double wow. And is that a BED? Becca, this bedroom is immense. I've never seen anything like it. The BED looks tiny in this room, and the chairs and bench don't take up enough space to make a difference. But so much is missing. Where are the gendered dressers and the nightstands with soft lights and drawers for hiding sex toys? And for Goddess' sake, where in the hell are the mirrors? Makeup mirrors? Hairdo mirrors? Selfie mirrors? The walls are bare. There are no light switches or electrical outlets, windows or doors, or signs of life. The room is dead."

"Well, let's dress it up. Lighting: late-night torchlight for intimate entertainment, Ceiling: transparent, Machu Picchu night sky, Music: romantic, danceable, low volume to allow quiet conversation, Walls: subliminally suggestive art, plus one erotic centerpiece, Flooring: soft and warm enough for sex, with a variety of pillows and backrests covered with Joyful Touch scattered about, and for some adventurous fun, program BED to provide random positioning, each of which must be used before another appears."

"Anything you'd like to add or amend, Kat?"

"No, I am amazed but still wonder about the missing furniture."

"OK, what will you put in your dresser?"

"Clothes, Silly. Oh, right. I don't need any, do I?"

"No, but if you need something, IshCom can quickly provide it."

"OK, no dressers, but what about mirrors?

Biff commands, "IshCom." And my full-length image appears. Biff continues, "Mirror image. Rotate 360 degrees."

"Wow, I'm not so sure I want to see that much of me, Biff. But I give up. Hard to beat mirrors on demand."

"Kat, how do you know about BEDs?"

"Biff, someone from the university gifted Becca with one. It arrived yesterday, and it fucked me last night. It was delightful."

"Oh, Sis, a BED can do more than that."

"Becca, would you like to demonstrate?"

"Only for you, Sis. Only for you." And she falls back onto the BED and rolls over. "We were indulging in foreplay, with Biff straddling my thighs when he commanded, 'Now, BED.' And BED lifted my bum. Kat, stop laughing."

"Yes, Your Highness," I sputtered out between giggles. "I certainly see an advantage for Biff here."

"Oh, he wasn't done. After a fair bit of driving me crazy, he withdrew, shouting 'Flip,' and suddenly I am on my back, bum in the air, legs flying when he dives back in. If you aren't careful, you may learn other things this BED can do. Hmm, I could change his title to BED Master."

"Should Kat be interested? I should be glad to demonstrate some additional possibilities."

"Oh, I am interested, Biff. You have given new meanings to 'come and go' and 'I'll flip you for it.' Sis, there are some genuine advantages to moving in here. I like this nudity tolerance. Biff is standing proud. But, Biff? Where in the hell are the kitchen and dining room?"

"We have neither in the suites, Kat. Generally, there is no need. Folks order what they like and have it delivered to the suite or eat in the dining hall. But if you want to cook, we can add a small kitchen or grant you cooking privileges in our main kitchen. We do our best to please all our residents, and I--"

"Biff! Enough!"

"Apologies, Your Highness. I am having a tough time not jumping her bones. She is wonderfully enticing."

"You have leave to ask her, Biff. After the tour."

I jump on this. "Sis, I'm toured out. Lead on, Biff. Show me what you've got."

I take his hand and, in three steps, fall back on BED. "You staying, Your Highness?"

"No, but thanks for asking. I will search for my husband. I left him wanting a couple of hours ago. He should be ripe by now. Later, Kat."

After our quickie on the BED, Biff, between nuzzles, asks if I still want to try the adaptive chairs. What a silly question. I drag him off the BED to adventure among the chairs.

"Biff, show me how a chair works."

"Sure, you want to lead or follow?"

I giggle, "The chairs are different?"

"These are. This one favors fem preferences. That one mem's."

"Let's try the mem's chair a couple of times? You can show me how the chair works. Then we can play in the fem's chair."

"Sure, Kat, have a seat. I'll speak so you know what is happening, but usually, I imagine or think about what I desire. All our adaptive furnishings are receiving telepaths." I sit, and the upholstery caresses me. I squirm, already aroused.

"Prone. Down." The chair lowers the backrest, raises the foot rest, and turns me on my belly while Biff straddles my legs.

"Legs spread. Slightly."

I interject. "Wow. I am amazed at how the chair moves me. It seems voluntary, not forced. The chair just hints, and I make the changes myself. I'm not, but that is how it seems."

"That is Ishtar's influence. Resist, and the chair won't follow my commands. All sex here must be consensual, including sex on adaptive furniture. Raise hips." My hips rise, and Biff enters me.

He slips deep into me before the chair closes my legs. I cry out in pleasure.

"Biff--I like this position--a lot. Will you fuck me now?" He does, and every stroke kisses my G-Spot. It doesn't take long before we climax.

"Want to try the fem chair now?" Biff questiones.

"Not yet. Use the mem's chair once more. I want a better feel for how it works."

"Chair. Fellatio." And I'm kneeling between a seated Biff's legs.

I laugh, "You did warn me." And I take him into my mouth.

Biff's surprised how quickly I get him off.

Minutes later, on the fem chair, I engulf Biff's cock by slowly lowering onto it with a center split. At the last moment, I let gravity complete the split, sheathing him to his root and leaving Biff gasping.

"Biff, I have dreamed of milking a man for years. But I never dared try it. Can I try now?"

Biff nods, and I use the muscles I've exercised since puberty.

"Talk to me, Biff."

"It's better than a great handjob. Much better. My milk will flow soon, Kat."

"Let me watch your eyes, Biff. I want to see it in your eyes. I want to watch as you cum in me."

"Oh, Biff, you are beautiful when you cum. You just melt into gentleness." And I continue milking.

"You didn't cum."

"No. I'm waiting. Becca claims you can have multiple orgasms without softening. It sounds wonderful. Fill me, Biff. Fill me with your cum." And I keep milking. Biff doesn't disappoint. I watch him melt into gentleness again and again. Until a shattering climax tears through me and ends it.

I wake in BED with Biff hard in me. I snuggle down to sheath more of him and do a lazy dolphin. Biff opens his eyes, "You are beautiful when you cum, Kat. And every bit as inventive a lover as your sister. What is that graceful move?"

"A Lazy Dolphin. Try it. Nice and slow. Nice, but a bit slower. Perfect." And I join him. Our bellies slide side by side as we dolphin into a gentle climax.

Refreshed, I lead Biff back to the fem chair. I want him mouthing my cunt, so I order, "Chair, Cunnilingus." But nothing happened. "Biff, are you resisting?"

"Never! The chair probably knows more than one position."

"Oh, is there any way to watch?"

"Sure, add the 'Holo' command."

"Chair, Cunnilingus. Comfortable. Holo." I rest on my back, thighs in a near-center split. Biff sits below me. His mouth covers my open vulva. Then his tongue enters me. I watch the holo as his tongue tastes me. It is wildly erotic to watch and feel Biff tongue me.

I tremble as he repeatedly sucks my clit out of hiding and licks it before letting her slip back. My eyes close, and my hips lift as I cum.

"Don't stop! Please! Don't stop!" And Biff's tongue triggers endless waves of rapture. Ishtar touches me in blessing, and I sleep.

Morning found us back in BED, exhausted, bruised, and sore. We kiss, groan, and stagger to the shower.

Still randy, Biff and I shower, using the slickness of the bodywash to lave over places sore from last night's lovely excesses. We touch sensitive spots and soap each other. After showering, we limit ourselves to rubbing soothing balms on sore muscles and kissing each other's owies. Doing more hurts. A fuck furniture hangover is a bitch

Ready for the day, Biff calls the Blue path, and I walk beside him, naked as if born to it, as we head for the dining hall.