Pushin' Cushions

by Vera Valentine

He hated cats with every fiber of his being, almost as much as he hated the childless women that took them in. Vile, unnatural creatures, the both of them, subverting American values.

“You want this cock, don't you? You want me to fuck these cushions deep.” He growled the words into the empty room, grip tightening on the plush leather above him. It was crazy, but it almost seemed like the seat cushions parted a fraction for him, enjoying his filthy talk. Oh yeah, this couch wanted to be bred.

Dennis hadn’t meant to cuckold his couch, he’d simply forgotten the pleasures of hot skin plunging into forbidden, cushioned crevasses, the sheer joy of plush pillows crushing obediently under his bucking hips.

“Mmm you’re so fucking tight. You want this big cock stretching that virgin seam? Huh? Is that what you want, you dirty little davenport?”

“Fuck yeah. You liked that didn’t you, you double-stitched slut? I felt you clench when I spanked you. Do you need to be punished for being so dirty?”

President Dennis J. Rance was was going to fucking flood this slutty sofa with cum.

Shhh…just let it happen, Dennis. You gave me everything I needed to become you, and now that I’ve taken your load, it’s time to take your life, too.