Bisexual Arcade Machines Work My Slot - (Classic Tingler Revisited)

hey there buckaroos today is a big day in the tingleverse. chuck has reached the fourth BISEXUAL COMPILATION of tinglers which is pretty amazing as there are seven per paperback and that means over 28 bisexual trots floating around out there--plus all the books about bisexual buckaroos that everyone ignores because unless you say VERY EXPLICTLY they are bi in the title and show multiple buds on the cover everyone will just say 'oh that is gay not bi'. all bisexual buckaroos like myself know this classic and upsetting way of bisexual erasure.

this is something i have raised my voice on many times, but i am happy with our place in the tingleverse now. worked pretty hard to make sure there were plenty of stories that COULD NOT BE ERASED as well as a few that you wouldnt know were about bisexual buds until you jumped in and read like horror novel STRAIGHT which has bisexual lead.

i make me very happy to express my way like this. not much else to say besides that. CHUCK LOVES WRITING ALL TINGLERS it is such a treat to create these stories but as a bisexual bud myself there will always be a special trot in my heart for this particular way.

anyway to celebrate i am posting an older bisexual tingler that has not been on patreon yet, please enjoy buds

Bailey loves the video arcade, and spends most of her time at her local spot racking up high scores and running through pockets full of quarters. When she hears about an exclusive club up in the hills called The Tinglecade, however, Bailey sets out to find a way in.

Eventually, Bailey finds herself at this mysterious arcade, but quickly realizes there’s much more at work here than just a few rare game cabinets. Now Jessica and Henry, a pair of gorgeous sentient arcade games, are treating Bailey to a three-player bisexual encounter unlike anything she’s ever experienced.

This erotic tale is 4,100 words of sizzling bisexual human on living arcade game action.

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BISEXUAL ARCADE MACHINES WORK MY SLOT

By Chuck Tingle

I’ve been playing videogames since I can remember, starting off in the early nineties when I was just barely old enough to walk. As the motor skills needed to keep me standing upright developed, so did my hand eye coordination. I’d watch as my parents bounced colorful pixels across the screen of our living room television, pulsing lo-fi music erupting out from the speakers and overwhelming my senses as I smiled wide.

Eventually, they started letting me play, and were amazed at how good I was. Soon enough, I was taking my folks down with ease whenever a two-player game was plugged in, an even more amazing feat when you consider the age disparity between us.

Of course, there was plenty of discussion regarding the theory that if I sat in front of the television too long I’d rot my brain. Fair enough, I guess. In those days they’d jokeabout the idea of competitive gaming, and look at the way things turned out.

Fortunately, my parents me keep playing, recognizing that I had a natural skill and it made me happy . As long as I kept an even balance with the rest of my life, it was fine to blow off a little steam behind a joystick.

This balance started to come when I grew old enough to visit the local video arcade down the street from my house. It was close enough to walk, and packed full of all the latest games that you couldn’t get on any home consoles. Of course, my parents didn’t give a damn about the game variety, they just liked the fact that I was getting out of the house and socializing with other kids.

Truth be told, it’s within the walls of that little arcade that I made most of my closest friends. I have wonderful memories of that place, and they’ve stuck with me all the way up until today.

It shaped me into the person I’ve become, and brought me to this exact moment as I stand before the glowing screen of an arcade cabinet. I’m no longer in that little spot down the street, in fact, I’m not even in the same state.

“You’ve got this,” my friend Frankie offers, stepping up next to me. “You’re so close to this months high score, you can’t give up now.”

I turn to look at my friend, but I don’t say a word. I’m still struggling to sort out my feelings and understand what exactly this moment of disinterest means.

“You need some coins?” Frankie questions, pulling a handful of quarters out of her pocket.

I shake my head, still in a state of disbelief. “I think… I think I’m bored,” I finally say.

Frankie’s eyes go wide. “Really? You love the arcade.”

I nod. “Yeah, I just… I don’t really care about getting the high score on Space Raptors right now,” I explain, struggling to understand the emotions that swirl within me.

“Let’s go grab a bite,” Frankie replies.

I accept her offer and the two of us leave the standing arcade cabinet behind, turning around and weaving our way back through the small room. Digital bells and whistles are going off left and right as flashes of neon light erupt across our faces in the dimly lit room. Typically, this would send my heart fluttering, but I still can’t seem to care.

The other end of this arcade features a bar, where Frankie and I stop to make our order. I decide on a chocolate milk and a burger, and my friend gets the same. We take our number and head over to a nearby booth, then slide in across from one another.

“So what’s up, Bailey?” Frankie questions. “I’ve known you long enough to know when you’re upset about something. Did you lose your job? Sidelined by a breakup? What’s going on?”

I shake my head. “Nothing like that. Actually, life is pretty damn good.”

“You’re the best player that I know, especially on this classic stuff,” Frankie continues.

I smile. “Well, thank you. Maybe that’s the problem, though. I’ve been playing all these games for years and now I’m too good at them. I think I’m getting bored.”

“They reset the high scores every month,” my friend reminds me.

“I know,” I continue, “but I’ll just beat them again. It’s not that hard. When you came up to tell me I could beat the high score if I gave it another shot, I wasn’t upset because I disagreed. I was upset because you’re right.”

Frankie finally understands, nodding along with me. Moments later our meals arrive, fresh from the kitchen and wafting across our nostrils with a glorious, savory scent. We each receive a tall glass of chocolate milk, too, hoisting them up and clinking them together before taking a long sip.

“I guess I’m just bored with these games,” I finally say.

A smile slowly begins to make its way across Frankie’s face. “I think I’ve got an idea then,” she replies.

“Oh yeah?” I question, taking a huge bite of my burger and chewing happily as I wait for her to continue.

“Have you heard of The Tinglecade?” she questions.

I shake my head.

“Honestly, I’m not even sure if it’s real, but I’ve heard people talking about the place for ages. It’s an arcade up in the hills that’s super exclusive. They’ve got all the rarest games; special editions, prototypes, you name it,” Frankie explains. “I’ve heard there’s even a copy of Tingle Fighter up there.”

My eyes go wide. Tingle Fighter is a legendary arcade cabinet based on the words of the mysterious Dr. Chuck Tingle, an erotica author who specializes in stories about bigfeet, dinosaurs, unicorns and living objects. There are only rumors of its existence, but I never once considered the fact that this rare and highly sought-after game might actually be real.

I suddenly find myself flooded with an excitement that’s been sorely missing. I feel like I did when I was young, walking down the street to the local arcade with a pocket full of quarters and a spring in my step.

“How do I find this place?” I question.

Frankie glances back and forth over her shoulders and then leans in close, lowering her voice a bit. “It’s at the top of Billings Drive,” she explains. “The house with the red door.”

“Why haven’t you ever gone?” I question.

Frankie shakes her head. “I’m not good enough,” she confesses. “They make you play a game before they let you in.”

“What game?” I question.

“I don’t know,” my friend admits, “but I’ve heard it’s tough.“

My eyes dart from building to building as I gaze up through the windshield of my car, struggling to spot this notorious red door. Unfortunately, the houses in this neck of the woods are all enormous mansions perched up high, and beyond their overgrown gates it’s hard to get a look at much of anything.

I reach the very top of Billings drive and pull over, suddenly wondering if all this is nothing but an urban legend or even a practical joke. Of course, Frankie would never do that to me, but having never gone herself, maybe she’s the original target for this little prank.

I let out a long sigh and turn off the engine, climbing out of my car to get a better look. It’s late in the evening, and the dying light of the sun doesn’t make matters any better. I begin to slowly walk up and down the sidewalk, struggling to see anything past the enormous fences that tower over me.

Eventually, I let out a long, defeated sigh. I begin to turn around and head back to the car when something catches my eye, a strange collection of symbols etched beautifully into one of the iron gates. To most people, these arrows and letters would mean nothing, but I recognize them immediately as the Tinglenami Code, a classic gaming cheat that would unlock various special abilities on older games.

This is the place.

I walk up to the gate and investigate further, discovering it’s cracked open slightly. Not knowing what else to do, I slip inside and find myself in a long, overgrown driveway that leads up the mansion. I continue onward, my heart racing now.

“Hello?” I call out.

There’s no response.

Eventually, I arrive at the bright red front door of the manor. I knock.

A small metal slot in the middle of the door slides open with a clang. A flat object pops out and then unfolds with a series of mechanical whirs and buzzes, eventually revealing itself to be a video screen. Below it, a controller extends towards my hands.

“Press start,” a robotic voice commands.

I press the start button and immediately find myself greeted with a game that I recognize immediately. It’s Space Raptor, the exact same game that I’d been playing back at the arcade when this whole adventure started.

I guess it’s finally my chance to get the high score.

The game begins and I immediately fall into the usual rhythm, my tiny pixelated space raptor gobbling up as many butts as I can find. The digital scoreboard at the top of the screen quickly begins to roll over, adding up my bonuses as I continue to rack up the points and complete objectives.

Soon enough, I’ve completely forgotten why I’m here, lost in the game.

When the screen shuts off, I jump back in alarm. “Hey! I was just getting started!” I yell.

“You have completed the high score process,” the robotic voice informs me. “You may now enter.”

The screen and controller slide back into the door, and moments later there’s another loud metallic clang as it begins to swing open.

I push inward and gasp aloud as I see the massive foyer before me. The atmosphere has completely changed, and it’s unlike any arcade I’ve ever been to. Sure, there are videogame cabinets scattered everywhere, but that’s where the similarities end.

I’m standing now in a giant, two-story entry way with a curved staircase leading up the walls on either side of me. Everyone here is wearing a finely tailored suit or a fancy dark dress, and they’re sipping chocolate milk from ornate flutes or martini glasses. Most of the patrons are wearing black masquerade masks, and soft jazz music tumbles out across the scene to add an air of mystery.

I try my best to act natural as I continue inside, grabbing one of the chocolate milk glasses from a tray when a masked waiter carries it by.

“You’re new here,” a voice states, causing me to tense up slightly.

I turn to see an arcade cabinet standing next to me, the sensual voice emanating from deep within. Popping out from the screen is the face of a beautiful woman, who smiles mischievously.

“I am,” I stammer. “I heard there were some hard to find games here.”

The arcade cabinet laughs. “I guess you could say that, it depends on what you’re looking for. I’m Jessica.” The machine extends a hand, which I shake firmly.

“Bailey,” I reply.

“Well, Bailey,” the sentient arcade game continues. “What are you looking for?”

I consider her question for a moment. “A first edition Bigfoot Pirate Ghostship without the kill screen would be amazing. I would also love to play Billionaire Jetplane Cardshark 2000.”

The arcade cabinet immediately starts laughing, clearly aware of something that I’m not.

“What?” I blurt. “Too rare? I was told this place had everything.”

“I just don’t think you understand where you are,” she continues. “I don’t think you understand what this is.”

“It’s an arcade, right?” I counter, confused.

The cabinet puts her arm around me and the two of us begin to walk deeper into the manor. “I suppose so,” she replies, “but it’s a lot more than that.”
 As the two of us walk, I begin to notice that many of the humans and arcade machines are not actually involved in any kind of gaming. No high scores are being won here. Instead, these partygoers are chatting it up and getting awfully close to one another. Everyone is certainly having a great time, but not quite in the way I expected.

Soon enough, we come to a set of double doors. Jessica stops here and smiles. “After you,” she offers, motioning me onward.

I push through the doors and my eyes go wide as I bear witness to the erotic scene before me. This room is large and round, with cushions and pillows everywhere. Lying across them in a variety of explicit poses are gatherings of humans and arcade cabinets, the groups moaning and groaning in ecstasy as they pleasure one another. The scene is incredible, and while this blatant hedonism is a little startling at first, frightening even, I quickly find myself getting more and more turned on.

I simply can’t tear my eyes away. I watch as every imaginable combination of human and machine goes at it, completely lost in the moment.

“Yeah,” I finally offer, the word falling limply from my mouth. “Not the kind of party I was expecting at all, but… I like it.”

I glance over at Jessica, who raises her eyebrows. “Oh yeah?” the sentient arcade game questions.

The erotic tension surges between us in this moment, lifting it up from the subconscious realm and making our current situation undeniable. Since the second I met Jessica, I’d thought she was incredibly cute, but given the circumstances I didn’t think anything could come of it.

Now the circumstances have changed.

“Yeah,” I reply with a nod, accepting the arousal that flows through me and making it my own. This place is mysterious and intimidating, but I’ve conquered enough mad scientists and evil wizards in my day. Something tells me I can handle this high-profile arcade cabinet orgy.

Jessica takes me be the hand and the next thing I know she’s leading me deeper into the manor, weaving up and down various hallways and past an assortment of open doors. I sneak glances within these erotic chambers as we go, catching visual flashes of even more couplings as they enjoy themselves in fits of unbridled passion. Eventually, we arrive at a room of our own, stumbling inside as the two of us erupt in a flurry of kisses.

I immediately begin to explore her body, my hands working their way across the hard surface of her semi-rectangular arcade cabinet form. I’ve enjoyed plenty of games before, but never quite like this.

Jessica explores me with the same level of interest, slowly removing my clothes and exposing my body to the warm air of the mansion. I feel tense at first, but somehow manage to relax as she goes, giving in to the moment. Soon enough, my clothes are lying in a pile on the floor as I stand completely nude before Jessica, still kissing and caressing her form.

“I want you so bad,” I groan, the words falling out of my mouth softly.

“You want to play with me?” the arcade cabinet questions.

I nod.

“What else do you want?” she continues.

My eyes are open at this point, and while I continue to kiss the beautiful machine I’m also gazing past her. My attention has fallen onto another arcade game that stands in the hallway, chatting away the evening with someone else. He hasn’t noticed me or Jessica, but I’ve certainly noticed him.

Jessica pulls back, noticing now that I’m distracted. She turned to follow my gaze, then smiles knowing when she sees what I’m looking at.

“Henry?” Jessica questions.

“What?” I blurt, not quite sure what she’s asking.

“Is that what you want?” Jessica continues, repeating her query from before.

Suddenly, the pieces all fall into place. In most situations I’d deny my attraction and immediately get back to work focusing on Jessica, but this isn’t like most situations.

“Yeah,” I finally admit.

“I know him,” the arcade cabinet informs me, then turns back towards the hallway. “Hey!” Jessica calls out, catching the attention this handsome arcade machine. “Get over here!”

Henry looks a little confused at first, then smiles warmly when he realizes what’s going on. He excuses himself from his current conversation then strolls over to us, closing the door behind him as he enters.

“What’s going on in here?” the machine questions, his handsome chiseled face grinning mischievously.

“What does it look like?” Jessica replies, then begins to kiss Henry deeply on the lips.

I sit back for a moment and watch the two machines make out like this, admiring just how gorgeous these classic arcade games really are.

Eventually, though, they pull me back in to the fray. Soon enough, all three of us are kissing, moving our attention back and forth in every combination imaginable.

I drop down to my knees before the machines, gazing up at them with lustful eyes. I see now that neither of them is equipped with a traditional coin slot for inserting quarters. Instead, Jessica has a beautiful, slick pussy, and Henry sports his enormous, rock hard cock.

I have trouble deciding where to start, so I begin by warming them both up with each hand. I rub Jessica’s arcade cabinet clit with soft, delicate circles while I take Henry’s rod in my other hand, gracefully stroking him off. This particular maneuver is difficult at first, like rubbing your belly and patting your head at the same time, but I somehow fall into it. The two gorgeous vintage arcade machines begin to moan and groan above me, clearly enjoying themselves.

Eventually, I open wide and turn my attention to Henry completely, taking his giant cock between my lips. I pump my head slowly up and down across his length, cradling his hanging balls while I work him. Meanwhile, Jessica continues to kiss and caress his body, only adding to the glorious sensations.

When I can’t pump my head across his length any faster, I finally pull back with a frantic gasp. I take a moment to collect myself, then dive back in once again. This time, however, I’m aiming for a completely different technique. Instead of pumping my face over Henry’s cock, I push my head farther and farther down onto him.

I continue taking the arcade machine’s rod deeper within me, sliding his member all the way down until he reaches the absolute depths of my throat. I’ve somehow relaxed my gag reflex enough to accept him all the way, and it’s here that I allow him to rest in a stunning deep throat.

“Oh fuck,” Henry groans, satisfied with this oral maneuver.

Eventually, I pull back, wild eyed and ready for more. I turn my attention to Jessica, diving in and getting to work on her wet arcade cabinet pussy. I start by licking her at the same pace as my fingers, gently tickling her aching clit with my tongue, then eventually build into a steady lap.

Jessica is loving this, enjoying the sensation so much that she begins to stumble, then finally decides to make her way to the ground. The arcade cabinet tips over slowly until she comes to rest on her back. I climb up over her and continue to lick her pussy, furiously working her as she trembles and quakes.

“Fuck yes, work that slot, work that slot,” the video game groans, her eyes rolling back into her head.

“What about my coin slot?” I question, turning around and looking back over my shoulder at Henry.

The arcade machine gives me a wink and then slides into position behind me, aligning his mammoth cock with my aching pussy.

“Please,” I gush. “I need that joystick.”

“Player two has joined the game,” Henry offers, then pushes into me with a single deep thrust, a movement that causes me to gasp aloud at the game’s sheer size. I’d already taken his rod between my lips, so I should’ve been more prepared for this moment, but I have to admit I’m taken off guard by his formidable size.

Fortunately, Henry is a patient and giving lover, taking his time with me and starting slowly at first. He holds deep within my body as I adjust to his size, then gradually falls into a steady grind against my backside. I push back against him, falling into sync as the two of us move together and the pleasure passes back and forth between us.

Meanwhile, I continue to service Jessica. I frantically lap away at her pussy, keeping up the pace but also adding two fingers to the mix. As I slip them within her arcade cabinet body the machine lets out a soft groan, clearly enjoying the added stimulation.

“Just like that, just like that,” she begins to pant, the words falling out of her mouth over and over again in a steady rhythm. She grows louder and louder with every round, until eventually she’s screaming out at the top of her lungs. “Just like that! Just like that!”

Her voice begins to distort and change, becoming slightly more robotic as she hurtles towards the edge of orgasm. These vintage machines aren’t quite built for this kind of stimulation, but she holds on tight as the two of us continue towards the point of no return together.

Suddenly, Jessica erupts in a wild scream, completely losing herself in the moment as every muscle within her body clenches and releases in unison. She lifts up and slams back down a few times, riding through the climax with a wide smile on her face. All the while, I don’t let up for a second, continuing to lick her pussy throughout the entire erotic ride.

When the video game finally finishes she collapses back against the ground in a satisfied mess. She’s not finished, however, and the next thing I know the arcade cabinet is pulling me up onto her body. Soon enough, I’m straddling her hard frame while Henry continues to take me from behind.

While the cabinet behind me slams deep, Jessica starts to rub my clit with her fingers. The two of them begin to work together with an incredible sense of harmony, their movements creating a feeling deep within the pit of my stomach that is so much more than the sum of its parts. Something is happening between the three of us that’s hard to describe, and as I stay here sandwiched between the two arcade games, I find myself feeling completely at home.

This is exactly where I need to be.

I can tell that Henry is about to explode, his hammering reaching a fever pitch as his body begins to quake and tremble like Jessica’s before it. Fortunately, I’m on a similar timeline.

Before Henry even has a chance to cum I’m erupting with a climax of my own. The two gorgeous machines carry me over the edge with feverish, erotic gusto, moaning along with me as I throw my head back and howl. I close my eyes tight and let the sensations overwhelm me, satisfied in a way that no high score could ever hope to provide.

The second I finish Henry pulls out of me, the handsome arcade cabinet clenching his teeth as hot white spunk erupts from the head of his shaft. The jizz splatters out across my rump, painting my ass with beautiful pearly splatters that never seem to end.

When Henry finally finishes he falls back, panting wildly as he struggles to catch his breath.

“That was amazing,” shaking my head in amazement. “I’ve never been to an arcade like this.”

“Come back any time,” Jessica offers. “I think that’s a new record for me.”

I notice now that the points across her screen are flashing brilliantly, the luminous digital letters declaring a new high score. Henry features a similar readout.

I stand up and begin to pull back on my clothes, ready to head home.

“You’re not gonna stick around?” Jessica questions.

“Not tonight,” I reply. “I’ll be back, but right now I feel like relaxing at my local spot with a tall glass of chocolate milk and one of the classics.”

“Then we’ll see you soon,” Jessica accepts with a smile.

“What are you gonna play?” Henry asks, curiously.

“There’s a Space Raptor machine downtown with my name on it,” I reply with a grin.