I Volunteer My Sofa by Christine Applegate



Hosting a visiting actor.


Tuesday Morning

At nine, per his request, I set a cup of coffee on the side table. “Mind if I sit, or do you want to be alone?”

“Please, do as you wish.” I sat in a chair across and to the side of him. It is my favorite morning spot. The bird feeders were busy; the sun was just right, and the coffee was fresh.

He moved to sit. His chest and legs were bare. He had covers across his lap.

What does he have under there, maybe some morning wood? Breathe; just take regular breaths

I did not want to have such thoughts, but I was a horny single woman, and it was morning when I’m at most wanton. This also started yesterday.

I had met him last year, a couple of times during play rehearsals. There was no real interaction between us then. Others had told me that he was easy to work with and very polite. He was looking too good to me right now. He will be here at least another 6 days, sleeping on my sofa and being naked in the mornings drinking coffee.

“It’s nice you have the feeders near the windows. Great to see so many so close. Those gold finches are amazingly bright. Do you get grosbeaks?”

‘He knows about birds!’

“Occasionally. Mostly during migrations. The gold finches nest later than other birds so they are way happy to find thistle feeders now.”

“Many humming birds?”

“Mostly near fall migration when they are bulking-up. They are coming more often now that some of my flowering bushes have matured. Do you do much watching?”

“Not as much as I want to. Work keeps me mostly indoors. But I do walk in the arboretum near my house. Lots of turkeys, great blue herons, and other water birds. Because of the rivers and ponds there are lots of killdeer and sandpipers in the flat areas.”

“Do you live in a city?”

“Yes. Luckily, we have three rivers combining in a swampy area just south of the arboretum. This year I saw a bald eagle fishing in the area. Was way cool.”


Good thing I had dressed. Being in my robe and nighty right now might have made me bolder. Careless. More inclined to do something that may cause trouble later. But the longer we sat and talked and sipped, the more I imagined, the wetter I got.

“I’ll start breakfast. You’re welcome to shower. There’s a robe you can use in the towel closet.” I went to the kitchen. I glanced back to watch him stand. He was naked! And he was woody! Damn! I should not have looked! He took his bag and went to the bathroom.

‘Breathe. Deep  regular  breaths.’

Breathing was not my friend. I ran to my bedroom kicked off my slippers, yanked off my pants and panties, rubbed me into oblivion, dried, put on clean panties, stuck in a couple of liners, yanked on my jeans, and explored for my slippers.

Not in the kitchen more than a minute when I hear him say, “How can I help?”

Wearing my robe, with wet mussed hair, bare from mid-thigh down, he was standing in my zone of distraction, two very short feet from me, touching distance. I was way tempted to tell him the truth.

‘Breathe.    Deep    regular    breaths.’

“Slice the apple, please.”

We sat at the little table in the kitchen. I could see his chest as the robe relaxed as he was sitting. I could see it many times while I ate very slowly.

“What character are you playing this year? I was not told much more than your name when you were assigned to me.”

“I’m playing the lead male role.”




‘Breeeeathe!         Breeeeathe!         Breeeeathe!’

‘I have a naked leading-man sleeping on my sofa, using my shower, my cup, my fork, eating my food, watching my birds, and smiling at me! A leading man! In my house. During my three days of sexual hell! Can this get any worse!’

‘Breathe.    Slow.    Breathe.    Deep.    Breathe.’


I watch him eat. Always a good indicator of what I can tolerate. Bulging cheeks are a great turnoff. I had a hamster when I was ten. Big puffy cheeks. I can see his death and my discomfort in anyone who thinks the goal is to stuff in as much as possible. Worse if they try to talk.

He was a great eater. Small bites. Chewing forever. Mouth open only when needed to whisper his responses to my too many questions.’

He swallowed, slowly sipped his coffee, “I was a bit anxious about staying here. I asked some people about you and they said you’re occasionally very abrupt, and nervous. They think you might be like bi-polar, or something.”

“I try to not be obvious, but it’s not easy.”

“Is it something I should be worried about?”

‘Breathe.    Breathe!    Sloooow.    Deeeeep.   Breaths!’

Breathing failed me again.

“I do have a bit of a problem. IT started yesterday.”

“IT? The festival?”

“No. I call this time of the month ‘IT.’ I’m ovulating. IT makes me totally obsessed with sex. I cannot focus on anything else. I see everybody naked. I want to touch what I see. I often use sick-days to avoid everyone during these days.”

He was showing me his stunned face.

“These three days are moon month related. So they are not on the same calendar days each month. And of course! this year IT has to happen during festival week! I cannot not work this week. I’m one of the assistants to the organizer. I have to be there. I have to be useful!”

“When IT first started happening I did some inappropriate things. Then I learned that if I have at least one orgasm in the morning and another at night, I can usually get through the days. Otherwise I cannot get anything done. Some days require repeated attention.

His eyes were wide and his mouth hanging a bit.

“People think I’m squirrely. I’m just not in control. When I’m home I use my Dilbrator. When I’m not here I sometimes need to rub myself in a restroom, or in my car. I don’t make a lot of noise, but heavy breathing and gasping in public places can draw applause.”

His eyebrows had reached their limit.

“I’m not in the habit of picking up guys, even when I’m in great need. Luckily, I have a couple of friends I’ve known for a long time who’ll come over for an evening. But they can’t always be here when I need them to. Which is every morning and every night for at least three days!!!”

His whole body was becoming tense, preparing to run.

“I don’t mind doing myself. I’ve learned how to get me to cum so hard the relief lasts most of the day even when I have lots of men around me. But, depending upon who I’m near I often need to take a mid-day trip to as private a place as I can find.”

His face told me he was getting the picture, or at least the images.

“And, I’ve learned that it is a bit easier and more effective to have someone help me. Might be the pheromones. A real penis is not always better than a dildo and fantasy. But, for this purpose, there is something about a live chunk of muscle that is just more satisfying. Maybe it’s part of my need to procreate. IT feels primal, genetic, to be horny and fertile and needing the feel of a real piece of meat moving in and out of my pussy hole!”

I didn’t think his eyes could get any bigger.

“The extra problem today, and possibly the solution, is I have a man, mostly naked, who will remain in close proximity during my time of greatest need.”

He pulled the top of the robe together.

“So, what I want, is, for you to help me every morning and night until my need subsides. No romance, no hugging, no kissing, no foreplay. Just drop our pants and fuck until we both explode.”

“You want me to get you pregnant?”

“No! NO! I have plenty of condoms. I just need orgasms. At least twice a day!”

“You want me to fuck you so you can have orgasms.”

“Well, yeeeaaaa! Isn’t that what fucking’s for?”

“For most of us.”

“I’ve never had a guy completely available during one of these attacks. What I want to know is, if I have a real penis to get relief from, and to look forward to, can I cope better during the day? This happens every month! It is way worse than the week of my period. What drives me crazy then is how much my tits need constant rubbing.”

His eyes watched as I grabbed my breasts and shivered a bit.

“Maybe I should make more of an effort to find a guy to live with. Maybe get married so I can have access all the time. I have never lived with a man. The next few days will teach me a lot.”

“So this will be like a test run?”

“Sorta. Last night and this morning I used my Dilbrator. I should be ready to go. But knowing I have a real penis, attached to a warm body close enough I can smell it, has gotten me hotter than I’ve been for at least a month.”

“So, since we’ve already eaten, and you’re already naked, and I’m already extremely wet, and we have about an hour before we need to leave, I think we should get started.”

“Slow down for a minute.”

“Uhh? Really! A girl offers herself to you and you want to slow down?”

“I want to be sure I understand before we start.”

“Understand what?”

“To summarize, you want me to use my penis to make you orgasm every morning and night for as long as I stay here with no craziness. That is, no commitments, no obligations, no jealousy? Is that correct?”

“That sounds like lawyer speak. We don’t cotton ta that ‘roud here, mister!”

“Sorry. Sorry. I spend too much time around my agent. But, isn’t that what you mean?”

“Yes, that’s absolutely what I mean. So, let’s get at it! It usually doesn’t take me long. But we will continue until you are satisfied. Right now I’m so turned on I can hardly speak.”


“Do you want to do this, or not?”

“Will you throw me out if I say, ‘No?’”

“Of course not! I committed to hosting someone for the duration of the festival. But you will have to endure any loud noises I make, at least twice a day.”

“I’ve never had an offer like this before. It’s a bit psycho like.”

“Yeah. I understand it’s a bit strange. A late twenty’s something girl agrees to host a guy and then hits on him hard. Might seem planned. But I didn’t think about what week this would be for me when I agreed to you staying here. And I did not know you would be you. I just volunteered a bed and food for six nights and days.”

“So, for the next six days we will have sex twice a day?”

“Not necessarily. I’m usually in heat for about three days. And since IT started yesterday afternoon. It’ll probably only be today, tomorrow, and the first part of Thursday you will need to help me.”

“I was hoping you would say that. I have to be well rested for the performances.”

“Look at my crotch! I have been oozing so much I have to change my jeans. Even two panty liners didn’t stop this. This is not a good start to the day! So, Yes or No?”


“Just ‘Yes  Or  No!’ If you don’t want to help me, I’ll have to help myself again before we go.”

“OK! OK! Let’s try it this morning. Then I’ll decide later if I want to help you again. Is that acceptable?”

“You sit on the sofa. I’ll get a condom.”

I marched to the bedroom, yanked off shoes, jeans, panties, no time for socks and top, grabbed the box of condoms, and walked as slowly as possible to the sofa. He was sitting with the robe still tied!

“OK! Open my robe. Let’s see what ya got.” He did. He was very erect. I was ready for most anything, but this was exactly what I hoped for.

“Great! You don’t have a monster cock.”

“Would that have been a problem?”

“Right now I need orgasms, not stretching and walking around all day bow-legged and sore.”

“Am I big enough for you?”

“You look about the size of my favorite dildo. We’ll get along fine.”

I removed a red condom from its package. “I must’ve bought the party pack. You want to do this, or should I?”

“Have at it.”

Actually I like putting on condoms. It’s intimate, erotic, and imminent.

“It fits just like on my dildo.”

“Why would you put a condom on a dildo?”

“For practice, fantasies, different feelings. I think we’re ready.”

“Seems so.”

I straddled him, grabbed him, rubbed him between my lips, and sat on him.

Working him into me, “This is good. This is real good. Yep, good idea. You good?”

“Well, yea….Feels,… Feels,.. pretty good.”

“You let me know if I get too rough. OK?”

“OK. I prefer no biting or scratching or hitting. Especially on my face.”

I was now sitting on him. His penis was pretty much all the way in me. I felt wonderful getting this far. Now for the easy part. Uuuuuup and doooownnnn. Uuuuup and dooowwnn. This is good. This is just fine. A hard cock in my happy place. And time to enjoy it.

All of a sudden, I feel less crazy. My need for orgasms not as demanding. Probably because I knew one was coming soon. Probably my lizard brain responding to my vaginal intruder. Yet, I was no longer in a hurry. Desire without urgency. Uuuuuup and dooooowwnn. Uuuuuup and dooooowwnn. Slow and steady. In me and out of me. In me and out of me.

My hands on his shoulders. My eyes closed. My steady rhythm. I was getting ready for the day. Ready for a day of looking forward to more of this!

He had his hands on my cheeks. Gripping just right. His breathing was just right. His hips moving just right.

Steadily increasing my rhythm. A little faster. A little harder. A little deeper.

“Oh, yea! I’m feeling much better already.”

And then it was time. I pushed down to grind against him. I was closer and closer. I had a real hard cock in my pussy. I was riding a real live hot penis. I’m going to have an orgasm. A real penis is fucking me. I’m going to cum. I am…. I am…. I am….

I was there. An intense, full body vibrating, quivering, cumming. An eternity at the top and a cascade of strong deep pulses. Contracting so hard I was without breath.


I laid my head on his shoulder panting. My whole body relaxed. True relief.


“Did you cum?”

“Oh, yea. You were squeezing so hard I had no choice.”

“Was it OK?”

“Yea. Yea. It was, it was…fine.”

“You OK?”

“Yea, yea, very OK.”

“Good. I’m gonna clean-up and get ready for work. Put the condom in the kitchen trash.”

As I got off him, his head fell back, eyes closed.

“You alright?”

“Yea. I just need a minute.”

“OK. I’ll be out of the bathroom in a few. We have to leave in about twenty to get you to the theater on time.”


“I’ll be back to get you at eight thirty. I’ll get some take-away for dinner. Thanks for the help. I feel pretty good right now. Hope it lasts ‘til tonight.”


Tuesday Night

“How were rehearsals?”

“Good. How was your day?”

“Almost as good as I hoped it would be.”


“Better than last month. And much better than I thought it was going to be before you helped me this morning. But I did think a lot about tonight.”

“So, you want me to help you tonight?”

“Yes!  Don’t you want to?”



“I got pretty distracted whenever I thought about what happened this morning, and what might happen tonight.”

“Oh NO! I’m sorry! It wasn’t my intention to trade my discomfort for yours.”

“Don’t be sorry. It was a pleasant distraction, and nobody died.”

“OK, so you’ll help me tonight?”

“I agree to help you tonight. We’ll evaluate again in the morning.”

“Good. Sometimes I wake and have to masturbate to get back to sleep. Helping me now like you did this morning, I’m pretty sure I won’t have to do that tonight.”

“I need a solid eight to handle the intensity of the tech rehearsal tomorrow. I have to be focused.”

“OK. Let’s cum before we eat. I want to enjoy the food. And not eat in a hurry. OK?”

“I was hoping you would say that.”

We got completely naked.

“Do you want me on top this time?”


“Good, you’re already hard. You can be on top.” I ripped the package and pulled out an orange one. “I think this may be your color. You put it on this time. Slowly. I want to watch.” He used the fingers of both hands to carefully, very slowly, roll it down and down. His penis repeatedly twitching. Very sexy. Very erotic. Very sure of what was to happen next.

I was ready. Wet and spread wide. He knelt between my legs. I grabbed my knees and pulled so I had a good view. Some clear memories will help me get through next month’s torture.

“Since you’re on top you do what makes you feel good. All I care about is having at least one good orgasm.”

He rubbed the head of his cock along my slit a slow dozen times before he started pushing into me.

“That was good!”

“My pleasure.”

Again, just like this morning, my whole body relaxed. I was no longer feeling overwhelmed with need. During these days I’m usually all about the orgasm, the release, the hurry to reduce the obsession.

Not now. These feelings were erotic. Deep slow burning desire. Yet extremely comfortable. A complete acceptance of what his wonderfully   slow   mov ing   pen is   was   do ing   to   me!

Long slow strokes. All the way in. Pause. All the way out. Pause. My favorite to start. All the way in. Push. All the way out. Pause. All the way in. Grind. All the way out. Hold.

“That is good! That is real good.”

He slightly increased the speed of his strokes but still pushed against me when all the way in, rubbing his groin against mine. His pubic bone smashing my clit. This is special.

“Yes! Grinding is good!”

He was leaning on his arms, hands on the sofa beside me. Forearms rubbing the sides of my breasts. That is like so hot.

I had hold of his arms. My head off the pillow. My eyes stuck on watching his warm hard just-the-right-size cock moving in me and out of me. In   me   and   out   of   ME!   IN   ME       AND        OUT          OF            MEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!


The orgasm was so intense I almost feinted from not breathing.


“Oh! That was quick! A great surprise!”

I panted for another minute.

“Did you cum?”


“Good! That’s good! You keep going. You have to cum before you can stop.”

He resumed his stroking. Now moving in a faster but steady rhythm, not stopping to grind. But, his pelvic bone he was hitting my clit just about every time.

“Yea. Faster is good!” I was panting again already. Another orgasm was building. I was yearning for this. I was ready for this. I was going to cum again! I was going to cum again!

‘Will he last long enough?   Can he keep fucking me long enough?’


Another great orgasm just before he bucked and pounded against me.


This was a different feeling orgasm. I’ve only had it twice before. Each time with a new guy. A guy who stayed around for a while. ‘What the hell does this mean?’


Wednesday Morning

At eight thirty I placed a cup of coffee on the sofa side table. I was naked under my robe. I was horny. Not quite raging. But ready to do what I must, again. Deep breathing could not stop me.

“Good morning.”


“You said you needed eight hours and it is now more than that.”


“You said you needed to be there earlier today. So, here we are.”

“This coffee smells wonderful. You must teach me how you make it. How did you sleep?”

“As I hoped. Better than usual during this time. I didn’t wake during the night. Not even to pee. But at seven I was alert and ready. I tried to wait, but couldn’t. I need to get new batteries today.”

“Is it possible for me to drink this coffee before you climb on me? I need to use the bathroom.”


“This is a bit strange, don’t you think?”

“Yes. That’s what I’ve always thought. But I’m way ready right now. Please use the potty soon.”


“What do you want to do this morning?”

“Well, I’ve been thinking I’ll lie on my stomach. Will that be OK with you?”


“This morning’s color is purple. Another lucky color.”

It was difficult to not move a lot. I wanted to push my butt up so he could get the best angle, the best view. But his hands were at my hips holding me down. He was pumping hard, bouncing against my butt.

I had to endure two orgasms before he let loose with a wondrous cum cry.


“I’ll be late tonight. I have a ride. Be back about eleven. You do not have to prepare food. They hired a caterer.”


Wednesday Night

Of course, I was waiting-up for him when he got ‘home.’

“How was rehearsal?”

“Pretty good. Except for the parts where I was day-dreaming about your naked ass!”


“I have helped you only three times. But it has already interfered with my work.”

“Do you want to stop?”

“NO! I think I’ve caught your disease. So tonight you’re gonna help me.”

“What can I do?”

“Get naked.”

He was on top again. Penis dressed in royal blue. I was on my back. He worked and sweated and moaned and came pretty good. Twice. I was way happy at least three times.

I watched him do it to me with complete and total appreciation. I will lay on my back for him anytime. ‘Am I losing my mind?’


Thursday Morning

“I slept great. Good deep sleep with just the right amount of dreams.”

“My penis is sore.”

“It will be over soon.  You’re young.  You’ll survive.”

“I’ll use my hand this morning so my dick can heal.  OK?”

“I need to feel something inside me.”

“I’ll use your dildo. I’ll rub your clit and fuck you with your Dilbrator. Please!”

“OK. Let’s try that. I’ve got new batteries.”

He rubbed me good. Twice. He did not ask for my help.

‘Another clue of some sort?’


Thursday Night

“How was the day?”

“Better than yesterday. Definitely fewer thoughts about what would happen tonight. And my penis doesn’t feel as sore.”

“Yea, me too. I was happy today. I got a few urges. But nothing like the usual. That was to be expected. IT started three days ago. Should be subsiding today. What position should we try tonight?”

“I’m sure I can’t do what I did last night.”

“Something slow will be good.”

“Thanks. I really do need to sleep soon. Today’s dress rehearsal was exhausting. Especially after last night.”

I covered him in black. We lay on our sides with him behind me. He was easily in me. He rubbed my clit as he stroked me. I got my orgasm. He fell asleep before he did.


Friday Morning

At nine I was placing a cup of coffee on the sofa side table.


“Good morning. Is it good for you?”

“I feel just fine. I slept great. I don’t feel crazy obsessed with thoughts of cocks fucking my pussy. I think I’m over IT!”

“Does that mean you don’t want to me help you this morning?”

“Oh, No! It just means I’m not overwhelmed with the thoughts. It does not mean I’m not thinking about rubbing my naked tits against your chest. About your cock moving in and out of me. About your hands squeezing my ass as you cum.”

“Yea. But, you don’t need it like you did two days ago? Right?”


“So, we don’t have to, right?”

“Are you saying you don’t want to help me anymore?”

“No. I’m saying I’m tired from work and I’m hungry. We didn’t eat last night. I need to eat before I can help you.”

“I have a great breakfast in the frig. Ready in twenty.”

I used the potty, washed my face and hands, and went to the kitchen. While he used the bathroom, I readied the table and stacked the plates in the micro. I pressed the button just as he came into the kitchen still in my robe. I was desirous. Him standing in front of me, dressed like me, was way more exciting than when he was just sitting on the sofa beside me. I thought I was over IT!

He opened his robe. He was yellow! I dropped my robe and bent over the island. Immediately he was in me, ramming harder than ever.

We were collapsed on the floor before the micro told us breakfast was ready.


Friday Night   After the first performance, and public reception.

Just after we got in the door he said, “I’m sorry, I can’t help you tonight. I’m just too tired.”

“That’s what women are supposed to say.”

He went straight to the sofa, took off his shoes, moved the pillows, lay down, pulled a blanket to his chin. Lights out.

Good thing I was past my three days of terror.


Saturday Morning

He brought coffee to my bed.

“I’m sorry to wake you. It’s only eight. I have to be there early today for the matinee. So, time to get up. Or, I can call someone to give me a ride.

“I’m awake. I don’t have to be there until two. So, I’m not getting up. Asking for a ride is a great Idea. Do that quickly, then get my robe off and your body next to mine.”

I had just invited him into my bed! This will be the first time he is in my bed! I did not hesitate! This is a bit more intimate than I’d intended. But, it had been nearly twenty four hours since he last helped me. Obviously, I was not thinking with my brain.

I am sure I will spend the rest of my life trying to un-see him poking me with his little green giant.


Saturday Night   after the second performance, and cast party

Returning from the party, we were both too late and too tired.

“I’m sorry. I just cannot help you tonight.”

“We’re like an old married couple. Too tired to do it.”

“You OK with that?”

“I don’t mind with you.”  ‘What did I just say!’

“I was hoping you would say that.”

He slept in my bed!  It was very comfortable.

‘What is happening to me?’


Sunday Morning

I brought two cups to the bedroom.

“Good morning.”


“It’s almost eleven. You have to get ready to leave. And you have to go to the theater to get your stuff during tear-out.”

“I don’t want to do anything.”

“Get up and get ready. Breakfast in fifteen. Then we go to the theater.”

“I don’t want to do anything.”

“More than obvious.”

“Am I going to help you this morning?”

“Not enough time.”

“We should kiss, at least once, before I leave. Don’t ya think?”

“I think it best we don’t. Our deal was for orgasms. Not intimacy. And the week is over. So, get up! Get ready!”


Sunday    late afternoon    after tear-out

“Your flight’s at nine twenty, right? That means we need to leave about six thirty for the airport.”

“I changed it.”


“Yea, I fly out tomorrow at three.”

“Why did you do that?”

“I didn’t want to miss our daily helping. And I figgered we could start earlier and not feel in a hurry or tired.”

“That was very thoughtful of you.”

“I was hoping you would say that.”

We went to my bedroom. Slowly took off our clothes while smiling at each other. Got under the sheets to lay facing each other.

“This has been my best week of IT ever. Thank you.”

We kissed for the first time. I was lost. Assurance, safety, comfort. This was the kiss.

We touched. And caressed. And touched. And kissed. And kissed. And caressed. And kissed. His penis was in me. We went slow and slow and kissed and touched and slow and he was hard and my legs around him. Kissing. Kissing. Touching. Loving. No hurry. No urgency. No talking. He was moving faster. More insistent. I was cumming. I was cumming again! With his great penis in me. I was cumming!

As I finished he pulled out, rubbed his penis up my pussy to cum on my stomach. It was warm and special with the bottom of penis pulsing against my clit.

Our most intimate moment so far.


“That was great. Thank you.”

It was great. Maybe too great. And that was close! I’d completely forgotten about the condom. ‘Will he always do that? Is he always that polite? Always such a great leading man?’


Monday Morning

I wake to him rubbing my breasts. It’s still night.

“Are you asleep?”

“I hope not.”

“Me too.”

He moves above me. He kisses me. He enters me. I am in heaven.

He strokes in and out a few times, then presses his groin against mine to rub and grind.

He repeats. And repeats. Each time moving a little faster.

‘How does he have so much energy?’

Again, just after my orgasm he pulls out and squirts some of him on me.

‘How does he do that? How can he have such control?’

I use a hand towel to clean us.

He is asleep before me. I lay, eyes open, thinking. How nice and cozy and sweet that was, again.

Way comfortable. Way too comfortable.


Monday Afternoon   —  At the Airport

“Thank you for staying with me. You helped me more than I asked for. You made this week way better than I expected. I hope you stay with me next year.”

“That sounds like lawyer speak! Have you been talking with my agent? Anyway, I will be back in a couple of weeks. I’ve accepted a job with a local theater. I will be moving here!”

‘Breathe! Breathe! BREATHE!’

“You can… You can… You can sleep on my sofa.”

“I was hoping you would say that.”



Copyright  2015  Christine Applegate, all rights reserved




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