The Upholsterers Took Over My Afternoon on the Sofa

That day I came back from the gym with my legs trembling and my body sticky beneath my sportswear. I had parked my motorcycle in front of the building and taken the elevator up with a single thought lodged between my legs. It wasn’t the first time I’d taken advantage of my family being away to lock myself in that apartment and indulge in some filthy fun, but that afternoon I was especially horny.

I was sweating around my neck, between my tits, in the crease of my thighs. As soon as I got home, I dropped my bag on the floor, opened the refrigerator, and grabbed the dessert I planned to use later, but first I went down to the apartment below, where I knew no one would be. In the entryway I found a note: they had gone out of town until that evening and were leaving the apartment to me. They had also left two improvised toys waiting for me in the kitchen.

I laughed to myself when I read it. It took me less than a minute to open the refrigerator, take out the two long cucumbers, and warm them a little to get rid of the chill. I held them in my hands and I was already getting wet. I loved that absurd mixture of routine and depravity: coming back from the gym smelling of sweat, closing the door, and spending a whole while fucking myself without rushing.

Instead of going to the bedroom, I preferred the living room. The wide sofa, the pale cover, the half-closed window letting in warm light. I pulled down my leggings and panties in one go, leaving myself wearing only the cropped shirt, and spread my legs in front of the sofa. I slipped two fingers between my lips, pulled them out dripping wet, and spread it over the thicker cucumber.

—Look at the state you’re in —I told myself softly, my breathing already ragged.

I sat on the edge of the sofa and opened myself with one hand. The tip went in slowly, but right away I pushed with enthusiasm and felt it opening me from the inside. I let out a filthy moan, the kind that comes out on its own when you don’t have to pretend anything for anyone. I began sliding it in and out with a firm wrist, watching it disappear inside my wet cunt while my thighs tensed.

With my other hand I searched for my ass. I spat on two fingers, slipped them in slowly, and then prepared the second cucumber. The contrast drove me wild: in front, it filled my cunt; behind, it pushed against my still-tight asshole. I clenched my teeth and pushed backward until I felt it going in too, little by little, drawing a long gasp from me.

When I finally had both inside me, I stayed motionless for a few seconds, my head resting against the backrest and my belly tight. I felt my ass throbbing around one and my cunt swallowing the other as if it didn’t want to let it go. Then I began to move. Short strokes at first. Then deeper. Alternating my hips and hands, fucking myself with a desperation that was no longer anything like a game.

—Fuck... yes... like that... —I murmured, sweating more than I had at the gym.

I was close to my first orgasm when the doorbell rang. Once. Twice. Three times in a row. I ignored it for a moment, but it kept ringing with an asshole’s persistence. I cursed under my breath, slowly pulled out both cucumbers, and left them on the sofa’s pale cover, staining everything with my fluids. I pulled my shirt down as far as I could and went to open the door barefoot, my cunt still open and my ass sensitive.

When I slid the bolt, they came in without waiting for an invitation. First came two burly men, carrying tools and smelling of the street, sweat, and old tobacco. Behind them, a large woman with dark eyes and a bossy expression calmly closed the door, as if the house belonged to her too. I barely had time to say anything.

—We’re here for the sofa —one of the men said, looking over my shoulder.

I stood still, caught between surprise and irritation. They didn’t. They were already inside the living room when the woman looked me up and down. Her gaze dropped to my bare legs, returned to my face, and she smiled with a slowness that made me understand she had noticed my condition before she had even seen anything.

—I don’t live here —I said. —The owner isn’t here.

—We’ll wait for her —she replied, brushing past my shoulder.

One of the men, the broader one, slapped my butt as he crossed the entryway. It wasn’t an accidental brush. It was a sharp, possessive, brazen smack. I opened my mouth to insult him, but what came out was a hot little gasp. My cheek burned and, to my shame, I felt a lash of pleasure between my legs.

They reached the sofa and stared at the two cucumbers lying on the stained cover. The woman gave a hoarse laugh. One of the men raised an eyebrow and looked at me again, no longer making any attempt to hide it. The atmosphere changed right there. It stopped being an uncomfortable visit and became something else: a twisted sort of game in which we all understood far too quickly what was happening.

—So we interrupted you —she said.

I didn’t answer. I let them look at me. I let them see my legs, the shirt that was too short, my breathing still agitated. I could have thrown them out. I could have called someone. But I didn’t. The truth was simpler and dirtier: I was even hornier now.

—Would you like something to drink? —I asked, and even to me it sounded like an invitation.

The woman smiled as if she had been waiting for it.

—Bring whatever you have. And don’t cover yourself up so much.

I went to the kitchen with my cunt dripping again. I took out beer, soda, and glasses, trying to regain control, but when I came back they were still in the same place, studying the cucumbers as if they were an open confession. I set the drinks on the low table, and the woman came closer until she was almost pressed against me. She smelled my neck. Literally. Then she looked me in the eyes.

—Sweaty, horny, and alone. Quite an afternoon you’re having.

—You have no idea —I replied.

The short-bearded man, the one who seemed to be in charge between the two of them, sat on the sofa with his legs spread. The other remained standing to one side. Both of them looked at me as if they were deciding what to do with me. The woman brushed my hair off my shoulder and slipped two fingers beneath my shirt, slowly lifting it until my tits were bare.

I wasn’t wearing a bra. Her heavy hands grabbed my breasts, squeezed my nipples, and I let out a moan before I could stop myself. The seated man leaned in and licked one of my nipples while the woman continued fondling me. I closed my eyes for a second and let them do what they wanted, no longer pretending to resist.

—That’s it —she said beside my ear. —If you like it, don’t act like a saint.

The second man came up behind me, lifted my shirt all the way, and pulled it over my head. I was naked from the waist up, between three strangers, in someone else’s living room, my nipples hard and my skin damp. The woman gently pushed me toward the center of the room.

—On your knees.

The order hit me harder than the slap. I looked at her for a second, and that was enough to understand that I wanted to obey. I knelt on the carpet. The two men didn’t take long to open their pants. There was no romance, no tentative touching, no special care. Just cocks coming out into the open and a brutal expectation focused on my face.

The first one was thick, almost fully hard, with a strong smell of trapped sweat. The other drew his out more slowly, stroking it while he watched me. The woman gathered my hair in her hand and tugged it slightly backward, forcing me to raise my chin.

—You’ll start with this one —she said, pointing to the man who was sitting. —And don’t stop until I tell you to.

I opened my mouth and brought my tongue closer. I tasted him from base to tip, savoring hot skin, salt, the stale flavor of accumulated sweat. He hissed and grabbed my head. I took the tip first, then more, until half his cock was inside me. My tongue worked underneath it and my hand moved up and down over the rest while the man was already breathing like a beast.

—Deeper —the woman ordered.

She pushed me by the back of my head and I obeyed. His cock brushed my throat and made me gag. He let out a satisfied growl. I repeated the motion, going in and out, swallowing him as deeply as I could. Saliva ran down my chin. The second man came close to my face and rubbed the tip of his cock against my cheek and my open lips, waiting his turn.

The woman slipped two fingers into my mouth between thrusts, mixing my saliva with theirs. Then she lowered her hand between my legs and found my soaked cunt.

—Look at her —she said, showing them her wet fingers. —She’s dripping.

The seated man pulled his cock from my mouth and slapped me across the face, not too hard, just enough to humiliate me and make me even more aroused. I felt the sting of the blow, then the heat rising into my head. The woman pushed me again.

—Keep going.

This time I alternated between the two. I sucked one while jerking off the other. One hand on each shaft, my mouth working without rest, the woman pulling my hair and calling me a slut in my ear. The living room filled with panting, wet smacking sounds, and the obscene noise of my throat swallowing cock. They were using me to get themselves worked up, and I enjoyed every second.

When the first one was fully hard, the woman yanked me away.

—Up onto the sofa. On all fours.

I climbed up trembling, naked from the waist down, with the cover still stained by my earlier games. I got into position as she had ordered, supported on my elbows and knees, my ass raised. I felt a brutal slap on one cheek. Then another. Then fingers spreading my lips and a low laugh behind me.

—The cunt first —one of them said.

The tip searched for me and pushed without much delicacy. I was so wet that it went in almost all at once. I opened my mouth and let out a hoarse cry into the cushion. He grabbed my hips and began fucking me with deep, dry thrusts, as if he were in a hurry. The sofa creaked beneath me and my tits swung with every blow.

—Fuck, yes... harder... don’t stop —I moaned.

The other man positioned himself in front of my face and offered me his cock. I took it at once. While one fucked my cunt from behind, I sucked the other, watching his fist tighten around my hair. The woman remained beside me, stroking my neck, squeezing my nipples, giving me clipped orders.

—Swallow. Breathe through your nose. Hold on.

That’s what I did. I held on. The cock in my mouth filled me to the throat while the one behind opened me from the inside with every thrust. I was running wet down my thighs. Saliva hung from my chin and my face burned with pleasure and shame. It was exactly the mixture that drove me crazy.

The woman slipped two fingers, lubricated with my own fluids, into my ass. She turned them slowly, opening me and preparing me while the man continued using me from the front. The simple gesture made me moan around the cock I was sucking.

—Don’t tense up —she whispered. —You’re going to take more.

They pulled away from me for a moment. The first man withdrew from my cunt and they turned me onto my back. The man I had been sucking positioned himself between my legs and penetrated me again, this time looking at my face. His cock went in and out, stretching my lips and pounding inside with an increasingly rapid rhythm. I grabbed his arms and spread my legs wider so he could sink into me more deeply.

The other positioned himself above me, level with my mouth, while the woman sat beside me, spreading one of my buttocks to work my ass with saliva and fingers. I felt three knuckles, then a fourth, pushing in. It burned. It really burned. And even so, I wanted more.

—Ask for it —she said.

—Put it in me... put it in now —I panted desperately.

She spat on my ass, rubbed my opening with the tip of the second man’s cock, and when I was already moaning like a bitch, he pushed. He entered slowly at first, forcing me open and drawing a muffled cry from me. I clutched the chest of the man fucking my cunt and opened my mouth wider so I wouldn’t scream.

—That’s it, take it —said the one below, without stopping his thrusts.

When he finally had half of it inside me, the woman caressed my face almost tenderly. Then came the rest. Another push, then another, until I felt both cocks inside me. My cunt and ass were full. My whole body vibrated from the pressure.

That was when I lost whatever control I had left.

They began by taking turns so I could adjust, and then they moved almost simultaneously. One fucked my cunt with hard strokes that made me bounce; the other opened my ass behind every moan. I could barely breathe between the cock they gave me to suck, the woman’s hands on my tits, and the delicious brutality of having both holes occupied.

—Look at her taking it —she said. —She melts when she’s used.

And yes. I was melting. My clitoris was throbbing, my belly tight, my head gone. Every thrust tore a moan from me more obscene than the last. The woman pinched one of my nipples and rubbed my clitoris with two quick, precise fingers, giving me no respite. That was what finished me.

I came with a long, uncontrolled scream, clenching around the cock in my cunt while my ass kept swallowing the other one. My whole body trembled. I arched. I felt myself gush, soaking my thighs, the sofa, and the hands of the person touching me. But they didn’t stop. On the contrary, they took advantage of my spasms to fuck me even harder.

—Another one —the woman ordered. —You’ve still got another in you.

I would have said I couldn’t, but my body disagreed. They turned me onto my side, then put me back on all fours, and continued. They changed positions with brutal naturalness: one moved to my mouth, the other to my cunt, and the one who had been in my ass went back inside there after spitting on his cock. Every change was a new humiliation and a new reward.

The woman immobilized my wrists behind my back with a strip of upholstery tape she took from a tool bag. She didn’t pull it too tight, but it was enough to leave me entirely at her mercy. With no hands, my ass open, my mouth occupied, and my face pressed against the backrest, I was nothing but a body: holes, moans, saliva, pleasure.

—Now you’re exactly where you wanted to be —she told me.

She was right. I had opened the door half-naked. I had left the invitation hanging in the air. And now I was there, tied up and fucked by two men while a woman decided the pace. There had been nothing accidental about my arousal. Just a fantasy found in the wildest way possible.

My second orgasm came deeper. Not from my clitoris this time, but from the brutal combination of pain and pleasure in my ass, the cock in my throat, my chest hitting the sofa, the orders, the sensation of being completely used. I screamed with my face buried in the cushion and came again, shaking all over.

The man in my mouth was the first to come. He held the back of my neck and shoved himself all the way in while he unloaded. I felt the thick spurts in my throat. I swallowed what I could; some ran down the corner of my mouth, and the woman gathered it with two fingers and pushed it back between my lips.

—Don’t waste a drop.

The one fucking my cunt pulled out right afterward and pushed me until I was sitting on the edge of the sofa. He began jerking off in front of my face. The third man stood beside him, still hard, breathing quickly. The woman grabbed the dessert I had left in the kitchen and put it on a plate in front of them, laughing when she immediately understood what I had intended to use it for before they appeared.

—Perfect —she said. —Let them finish here.

She made me take hold of their cocks, one in each hand. I moved them up and down, watching them tense. The first one didn’t take long. He came with a grunt, shooting an abundant load over the dessert. The second imitated him seconds later, covering it too. I watched them, fascinated, still sitting with my legs spread and my cunt throbbing.

The woman took me by the chin.

—Clean them.

I obeyed. First I licked the tips, collecting the last of their semen. Then I leaned toward the plate and scooped up a portion with my tongue. The contrast between the sweetness and the thick milkiness drew an almost ridiculous moan from me. They laughed. I kept licking, without dignity and without any desire to regain it.

Then they untied my wrists. The faint mark from the tape circled my skin. The woman stroked my hair and kissed my forehead, an unexpected gesture after so much harshness. But her voice remained just as firm.

—Now you’re going to stay like this for a while, remembering who was in charge here.

I nodded without speaking. I didn’t have the strength for anything else.

They dressed without hurrying. While they gathered their tools and inspected the sofa, I remained naked, legs spread, my body trembling from the remnants of my orgasms and my ass still sensitive. Before leaving, one of them slapped my butt again, this time almost affectionately. The woman was the last to come over.

—Lock up properly when you remember how to return to the real world —she said.

And they left.

The door closed and the apartment fell silent. I looked at the disordered living room, the rumpled cover, my leggings on the floor, the forgotten cucumbers off to one side, the stained plate. I had semen drying in my mouth, on my chest, and on my thighs. My knees were red, my throat sore, and my body satisfied in a brutal and complete way.

I brought two fingers to my cunt and checked how swollen and sensitive it still was. Then I touched my ass, with a grimace of weary pleasure. I smiled to myself, dirty, exhausted, happy.

What was supposed to be a wild post-gym masturbation session ended up becoming the roughest afternoon of my life. And the worst part—or the best part—was that while I cleaned myself and tidied the living room, I couldn’t stop thinking one single thing: if that sofa ever needed fixing again, I was going to open the door even faster.