"This will be interesting..." You murmur, walking over to the living room where a black, leather love seat couch resided. You haven't yet sat on the cough, just having bought it more for show and to fill up the room. It was perfect to be changed; which is what you did. The two sections of the couch's back pushed forward with small indentations in the middle of them, resembling breasts with nipples. The seat cushions swelled as well, becoming bulbous and thick; on the back of the couch, directly above the cushions, a small slit opened and swelled up a bit. You had a feeling you knew what part that was; it was even leaking a fluid of some sort.
Making noises of wonder, you walk over to the couch and take a seat on the line separating the two seat cushions. "Wow, I didn't expect it to feel this comfortable." You note, bouncing yourself up and down a few times. Suddenly, the seat cushions spring up, and you fall between them. They then fall back down, trapping you between and underneath them. "Uh, what the hell is going on?" You shout, feeling the cushions push you back, placing your head between the couch's breasts. It feels even more comfortable, but you become increasingly worried about what this curvy couch is doing.
You decide to try and struggle your way out of the couch's grasp; but the cushions held so tightly to you, your body slipped out of your pants and underwear. "Come on, dammit!" You swear, twisting your body now; resulting in you facing the couch's breasts. Your junk was at level with the couch's pussy, and you worried what could happen here. "Let me go please!" You say struggling again, but your legs were completely trapped underneath the thick cushions. In fact, they pushed your torso toward the breasts, mushing your face between them and your flaccid dick bent against the opening to its pussy. "Graah, this was a mistake!" You released a muffled shout, shaking your body. This makes your dick rub against the couch's wet opening, making you increasingly erect.
In no time, your junk stood at full attention, with intent to penetrate this couch; but, it seemed to not want you to do so. It extended it's large breasts, pushing you and your dick away from the inviting hole. "Yes, let me go!" You try and reason, but the couch distend it's breasts, putting you in the danger zone again. This time, your tip brushes against the pussy, nearly entering it. This starts to get your lust going now, as your hips subconsciously thrust forward slightly. The couch isn't letting this happen yet, as it extends it's breasts once again. "Dammit! Either let me do you or let me go!" You desperately demand in a pant. The second option would more preferable to you still.
But, the couch responds to your pleas by distending its breasts quickly, making you penetrate its pussy. "Gaah!" You spasm, feeling the wet, textured interior rub against your shaft. Left with no choice, you thrust your hips to relish this couch's pussy. In and out, your junk went, making the pussy grip it lovingly every time. Each movement also elicited a groan from you; this sexed up piece of furniture was ever steadily turning you on more.
In this lovemaking, you manage to get a hand free; instead of trying to escape though, you use it to pinch the nipple area of the couch's right breast. The whole seat shakes and pushes in and out to meet with your pelvic thrusts; "Ohh holy shit!" You groan and cum inside the couch's pussy. In return, you feel the pussy grip your shaft ferociously and releases a spewing of fluid, almost like the couch came too. With not much strength left in your body, you rest your head against the couch's breasts, still panting. An idea then came to you; the couch's mannerisms seem to indicate it's a bit of a loving dominatrix, which made sense in a weird way, since it was made of black leather. "That was actually awesome. I should do this every day." You gasp, before passing out int the couch's seemingly warm embrace.