The Chair Fic Novels & Stories

"You’re in my seat." His voice was low, smooth, and honestly sounded like he expected the whole world to stop turning just because he spoke. I finally looked up. The guy standing there was, unfortunately, the hottest person I had ever seen in my life, which was so unfair. He had dark hair pushed back from his forehead and eyes that were seriously like ice. He definitely wasn't smiling. I blinked at him. "There wasn’t a name tag on it, dude." A few people in the room let out this collective breath. The guy—Cain, according to his notebook nameplate—narrowed his eyes. "It’s my chair," he repeated. "It’s been my chair for three years. Move."

The chair squeaked with our combined weight. “We’re going to break the chair,” I practically screamed. “I don’t give a fuck, Jaycee. I’ll buy a hundred more chairs and we’ll break every one.” He started moving, well, mostly moving my ass up and down. The wonderful long slide of his cock hit heaven inside my pussy. I groaned as he increased the pace. I buried my mouth into the pillow and screamed. The chair rocked back and forth, straining under us, but I no longer cared. His cock began pulsing inside of me and my orgasm continued.

she whispered back in response as though scared someone might actually hear her and I made a face especially because her eyes didn't stop looking from left to right as though she was awaiting a jury solely in charge of protecting the 'Boss's chair' from being sat on to pop out from nowhere. "So??" I challenged with pure disdain evident on my face. "The last person that sat on it ....... No one- No one ever saw him again" she explained in a horrified voice and I didn't know for sure what I felt by that piece of information. Okay, that's insane! What?? He made someone disappear over a stupid chair that is no different from the whole two hundred and fifty rest of them?? He never fails to live u

I moved and tried to stand up but I couldn’t because of the restraints and that was when it dawned on me, the reason why the chair was so wide was because it was a sex chair dildo and that was when it dawned on me. I wasn’t only going to sit here and watch him fuck the girl mercilessly but I was also going to be on the chair getting my brains fucked out by that same chair. Ivan turned the girl over and pushed her below him that she was using her mouth to fuck his dick. She gagged and soon started crying but Ivan never stopped fucking her mouth. The chair also never stopped fucking me and I have no idea what this makes me but it was extremely exciting. I was close to climax and from the way I

Arriving downstairs, seeing Michael parents sitting across from her father, she did not pay any attention to them and just went straight to the door. "Where are you going?!" Chaira's father loudly roared just as she bypassed where they were. Michael mom immediately chimed in, glaring at Chaira after she turned around to look back at them, "I never thought that the kid you raised is ill-mannered, what will happen to our precious son if he is really engaged with her?" "Dead," Chaira simply stated, as her eyes rolled. "You---!" Chaira cut Millie, Michael mother off before she was about to curse.

“That we have sex in.” Wayne looked at the older man who was grinning from his amusement. “Doesn’t that make it a sex chair?” “No. A sex chair is different.” “I’m sure you have one.” Cheryl said from behind her hands. “No, but I like the way you think. There’s a specialty furniture store-“ “I do not need to know, dad!” Reese chuckled. “Is this chair a sex chair? Sorry, a chair you have sex in?” Wayne asked walking over to the other chair along the opposite wall.

I’m about to stand up when he put his arm around my waist, stopping me to leave his lap. “Let’s eat.” Everyone moves quietly, like waiting for the next scene to happen. Kisha look at us and then stands up. “You can sit in this chair now. I’ll get myself new chair.” She says. I arc my brow to her. I smirk and put my arms around Gabriel’s neck. “You can take that chair. You can ever bring it to your room. I’m comfortable here now.” I look at Gabriel, whom I think enjoying the scene he causes. “Feed me.” I order.

He choked as she looked at him like a queen. “You’re the one that’s being filthy and it’s my fault? I suppose all the men that abandon their wives look just like you.” Bang! Conrad grabbed the chair and hurled it at the wall. Fia was so shocked that she shuddered and looked at the broken chair at the corner of the wall. She then said without care anymore, “If I didn’t have your baby in my womb, were you going to treat me just like that chair?” “You can think however you like!” Conrad was having such a bad headache that he threw a sentence back at her before turning around and leaving.

Chamberlain rubbed the back of his neck and let out that nervous laugh. “Yes, Ma’am, you see the previous Chairman is on her way and—“ I pulled the Chairman’s chair and sat. Their eyes were almost falling out. “How dare you!” Mr. Ugly Suit barked. I fought the urge to laugh. “Oh shut up, you clown, this is no circus for you to perform.” I rolled my eyes. “Chamberlain, you dare bring in this slut and—“ “Shut it!” Chamberlain glared at him. His mouth fell open. A small smile began to spread on my lips as I admired my red nails.

The chairs were arranged in three lines on each side, with three rows, so my chair was in the middle of the left first row. It was a big relief as I eased my legs and sat comfortably on the cozy chair, which was made with foam to give a more comforting feeling. A little glance at Scarlett and I could see she was fuming and red. It remained a little before smoke would actually puffed out of her ears. The female students were just so mad with jealousy. "We have no right to question him. I will be leaving!" The school proprietor rounded up and gave me a queer look, which showed how confused she was.