Couch Cushion

Jesse savoured her filthy drink all day long, taking long sips of the foul piss. She let it run across her teeth, bathing her gums and flavouring her tongue. All she could taste was David's piss, and when it began to dissipate in her mouth, she would take another long, slow sip. By the end of the day she had only drank 3/4th of the bottle. Her heart raced in anticipation as she poured the remainder straight into her mouth, puffing out her cheeks with the putrid liquid. She used it like mouthwash, gargling it and taking small swills at a time. She had only just finished it as the apartment came into view.

When she entered, only David occupied the living room. He was wearing a sweat-drenched tank top and a pair of black boxers, his humongous bulge framed by the soggy patches. His sweat was dripping into the leather sofa, clinging to his tubby frame. He met her gaze and stood tall, making a loud 'squelch' as he rose. He motioned towards his bedroom, the door ajar and curtains drawn. As he passed by the sofa, Jesse could finally smell his musky scent. She almost went cross-eyed, losing all sense of purpose or thought. Wordlessly, she fell in line behind him.

As she entered David's room, it seemed an odd sight. She had never before seen the TV nestled behind the door, or the bedsheets clumped together in the centre of the mattress. Soon, all she pay attention to was David as he took an exaggerated step, squatting just above his bed. He unfurled his boxers down to his knees, Jesse mesmerised as they fell to his hairy feet. For the first time, he spoke, "I need a cushion. Do you mind getting me one?"

Jesse's heart beat against her chest, her breasts rising and falling with every calming breath. She closed and locked the door, then set her bottle down beside the TV. She began to undress normally, before her breath caught in her throat and her thighs squirmed against her dripping mound. Instead, she began to striptease David, coyly undoing each dress button, slowly revealing her lacy black bra. She let her shirt and jacket slip from her shoulders, swaying her hips low towards the ground. Her bra was unclasped and held against her with her left arm, teasing David with the promise of her bare breasts. With her right hand, she snaked down her curvy stomach and waist, trailing her soft skin. It reached the hem of her formal skirt and, soon enough, found the clasp. She paused a moment, building the rapture of her audience, before a metallic 'click' rang out. The dress rushed down her creamy legs, unveiling her matching lace panties, damp and tightly pressed against her gushing lips. David let out a manly grunt as, at the same instant, her left hand dropped the bra, brushing against her diamond nipples as it too fell to the floor.

Jesse went to undo her soaking panties until David ordered her, "Leave them on, and don't touch them. You need your hands to massage me." Instantly, Jesse lost her suave and seductive posture, racing onto the dishevelled mattress. She lay flat on her back, staring straight into David's puckered starfish. The scent was intoxicatingly powerful, and her eyes watered from its strength. She had no time wipe her tears away as David quickly relaxed onto her, his asshole pursed against her velvety red lips. Jesse began lapping hungrily at his sweaty hole, pushing her tongue deep into it as her nose was trapped under his hefty, churning ballsack. She could feel droplets of sweat fall from his meaty cock onto her forehead, dripping down her hair. Sweat pooled against the root of her tongue, mixing into her drool and slobber. Between panted breaths and choked swallows, she could faintly hear the TV playing some unrecognisable show. Soon enough, her dainty fingers were pulling apart David's cheeks, letting her dig deeper into his canal. Jesse lost all sense of time and reason but, for the first time in her life, she was truly, honestly in bliss.