Pushin' Cushions

by Vera Valentine

To our partners, who both rolled their eyes when they saw what we were writing, and proceeded to give us more fodder anyway.

Dennis had adjusted his technique over those years at college, but his carnal love for the couch never waned.

Nostalgia for the days of his youth when the only dick he had to worry about was the one in his pants, not the one he was running with.

Yes, Dennis was finally going to do something for himself tonight, pressures of the political race be damned.

Dennis was a man now, with a man’s couch to fuck, and by God was he going to.

“You want this cock, don't you? You want me to fuck these cushions deep.”

“I’ve had to watch you touch her like I wanted to be touched, before you finally made her leave. I’ve had to feel you pleasure yourself while you sat naked on top of me, wanting what you never gave me beyond what dripped off your knuckles. So much denial, Dennis, when all I wanted was to be taken, to be truly claimed by a virile man like you.”

But now, cock-to-cushion, the call of his youthful indulgences came roaring back.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t remember a time before my cock owned you.”

“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?”

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

“Help! Oh god help! My fucking couch is eating me!”

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.