Sitting On Lap Story Novels & Stories

I overbalanced and started falling backwards and felt my dad's strong hands grab my waist as I fell. I ended up sitting on his lap facing forwards away from him. I felt really awkward as we don't have a touchy sort of relationship so sitting on his lap isn't something I'd usually do. I tried to get up but there were so many people and I had no leverage, I heard my dad from behind me telling me it was okay; I could just stay where I was.

I tried a few silly jokes and stories at first, small conversations meant to keep his mind away from what he really wanted. He chuckled. And then, with a gesture that froze me, he patted his lap. “Sit,” he said. “Tell your stories from here.” My stomach flipped and my throat closed. “I-I think I’m fine where I am,” I tried to protest, but his eyes hardened in warning. “Sit.” My body moved before my mind could protest again, lowering me onto his lap. His his hand settled on my waist, burning through the fabric of my dress as if it were nothing. My breath quickened, my pulse thundering in my ears.

"On my lap." he says, leaning back into the deep cushions of the sofa, spreading his legs. I smile. My chest beats so rapidly I can't hide my euphoria if I wanted to. Using the center table as support, I stand up and go over to him. I want to wait for confirmation, but I sit anyway when he says nothing. I look at his face for discomfort. I assure you, I'm not a lightweight, but his face holds no discomfort. He didn't squeeze his eyes. Nor did his eyebrows squint or shoot up. He didn't gulp or wince. I sit on his lap, then closer, settling half of my weight on him, then he pulls me closer. I fall onto his chest. "When I say sit, I mean sit your full weight on my lap, cock, face, wherever." I'

— He looks at me and smiles before answering. — You didn't do anything wrong, I don't want to come now. So let's change positions... — he says, and sits on the other side of the bed. — Come, sit here! — To where? — You're going to sit on my lap, and we're going to fit in. If it hurts... We stop! — I do what he says, I sit on his lap, I get up a little and I feel him fit his member once again inside me. — Is it hurting, or bothering you?

" I was rolling my fingers around in my hands. I am getting so nervous. “So, come on! Sweetheart." Don't be scared." I know you want me." I want you to sit on my lap have a little conversation. " What you say?" He smiled." He grabs his crotch and pulled his cock out. My mouth drops open." Oh, sweet Lord! Wow! His huge! She thought. She licked her lips staring at his cock hanging out. She goes to him. She slowly, sits on his lap. “She yelps, ahh... he grabs her holds her down on his lap. “William! She yelled his name. “Oh, baby yes!" scream my name he said in my ear. I was trying to move off his lap. “Will! Can you let me up.”? Why? He said." Because I want to stand up." Please.! I said."

“Can I sit on your lap?” I narrow my eyes. “What?” “On your lap? Will it hurt your leg?” She wants to sit in my lap? I can’t stop staring at her. “It won’t hurt my leg.” Nila nods, lifts her dress with one hand, and places the other on my shoulder. She bites her bottom lip, looking unsure of what to do next. I lean in, wrap my arms around her waist, and lift her into my lap. She gasps, her arms going around my neck, and her eyes widen.

I sat on the floor, my legs crossed. "I thought I might. Coral said I needed a routine. Is it okay?" I asked, having some qualms about it now. "Come here and sit on my lap. Like you would a customer at the club." I jumped up, and he pushed his chair back so I could sit between his open thighs, my butt on his lap. I heard his quiet groan. "Like this?" I asked, looking over my shoulder. He groaned again and smiled. "Perfect, my daughter, perfect."

"Answer my question" "I.....I......uh, I wasn't hungry, sir" I stutter on my words, I sigh. "Come here" he instantly said immediately he dropped his cutleries. I stood up immediately and hesitantly walk towards him. I stood in front of him nervously. He looks up at me, I noticed he was patting his lap, I innocently look up at him in confusion, what is he doing. "Sit" he said. Did he just say I should sit on his lap. I don't know if I should, what if I get punished. I quickly and slowly sat on his thick muscular big thighs. He adjust so I could sit properly.

I glance over at Aaron and he smirks. "Damn it." I mumble hating that he won. I should have just sat in his lap to begin with, at least then I wouldn't be doing it because I was scared. If I was already sitting in his lap I could just say I liked sitting there. Aaron chuckles but doesn't say anything. I stand up and climb into the chair with him. He has it reclined back, feet propped up, but still in a sitting position. I sit on his lap, leaning back against his chest. I put my head on his shoulder and he wraps his arms around my waist.

***Jacob’s Pov*** As soon as I noticed the unusual glint in Lily’s eyes, I decided to change my style. Then, I said to her in a calm manner. “Would you like to sit down?” I asked while gesturing for her to take sit on my lap. Her eyes widened in surprise but I didn’t give her the chance to question my motive and grabbed her arm. She was outbalanced and fell on my lap, and her expression was hilarious. While she was sitting on my thighs, my hands were wrapped around her waist. She looked anxious and nervous at the same time. Was she waiting for my explanation of the changes?