Fuckchair 1.0 - Part 1, 2 and 3

~~SARA~~~

It was a Saturday.

I woke up late since I was out to the clubs yesterday with some friends. It was 4 o’clock when I fell on my bed, not even bothered to take a shower. God, I was so tired.

Barbara insisted that I’d come with her and the other girls, even though I really didn’t want to go. Still, I also didn’t wanna stay at home like some old fart all the time, so I gave in and went with her.

Barbara’s mission yesterday was to get me some cock. She failed. Really, what was with that guy she wanted me to hook up with last night? I got one word for him: yuk!

Besides the fact that the guy was just yukky yuk-yuk, I wasn’t the type to just have casual sex with some horny, sweaty stranger that I’d just met in a club an hour earlier.

I tried to tell Barbara many times, but she just wouldn’t listen. Really, that girl was so annoying at times.

After stretching my body, I got out of bed and dragged my feet to the bathroom, emptied my bladder, and stepped into the shower. Jesus, I reeked! After soaping my body and hair, I ran my razor over my body, rinsed the soap off, and brushed my teeth.

It felt like I was reborn again.

~

“No, I went home alone. Jesus, did you already forget?” I asked Barbara over speaker as I walked to the kitchen.

“Well, that was to be expected!”

Why did the woman always yell so hard? “I’m not deaf, Barbara.”

“What are you doing today?” she asked.

Right now, I was just about to begin making myself a nice breakfast. Or, better said, lunch, since it was 2 pm already.

I broke some eggs in the pan. “Nothing much. Lazing around.”

“Playing with your dildo?”

“Probably.” I sighed.

“Yeah, cause that’s all your pussy is getting, rubber.” She snorted.

“If you have nothing better to talk about anymore, I’m hanging up now. Byeeeee.”

“No, wait I--”

“Bitch,” I said after I’d cut the call. That girl was really too obsessed with sex, cunts, cocks, and everything in between.

After my first meal of the day was prepared, I took it with me to the couch. Right before I wanted to put the first bite into my mouth, the doorbell rang.

“Hmm, who could that be?” I asked myself as I walked to the door.

I asked who it was through the intercom.

“Package delivery.”

“A package?” I asked. I didn’t remember to order anything...

“Yes, can I roll it inside on my cart? It’s quite big.”

“Uhmm... Ok, I guess… Yes.” I opened the door and all I saw was a huge box. Like really huge.

The guy pushed it inside after I let him know he could get in. The package just barely fit through the door, it was that big.

When he rolled it inside, he turned to me and fuck me, it was the guy from my favorite coffee place! Oh my God! I had the hots for that guy for over months now!

“Oh...just p-put it there,” I said, my voice trembling.

Keep it cool, Sara!

The way he smiled at me made me blush like a tomato and I felt the burn on my cheeks. I just couldn’t believe he was standing in my house.

He rolled the enormous box into my living room and placed it where I was pointing at. He then pulled his cart from under it and smiled at me once more before he said goodbye.

That beautiful smile made me melt. But I was too shy to say anything so I just mumbled some stupid “G-goodbye...” and gone he was.

What a bummer!

I cursed myself for not talking to him. Why was I so dumb?! I should have said something to him, like “Hey, did Norm retire? Are you the new delivery guy?” since my usual delivery man, Norm, an old, fat, and bald man, always was the one to drop packages. Ugh!

While shaking my head over my missed chance, I walked to the package and curiously looked for some info. The box was black and shiny. The only thing that was readable on it was my address.

I got myself a knife and cut through the tape. The box unfolded out of its own and the inside presented itself. A... chair?

Was this some kind of wrong delivery?

On the chair was a letter bound with a purple satin ribbon. I untied the knot and got the letter out.

To Sara, variety and multiplicity are the two most powerful vehicles of lust...

“Huh?” So, it was for me? Why would someone send me a chair? Why did someone think I needed a--

“Da hell?!” I yelled when I saw it--when I saw what this chair really was.

It was made of some type of plastic or resin frame, transparent purple with glitters. The seat and backrest were made of dark purple leather. It had armrests and supports for the feet. And at the bottom was a round handle pointing upwards. At the end the handle was adorned with...a cock... A fake one, of course.

Intrigued, I gently touched the leather. It was soft yet firm.

There was another box standing underneath the chair. I picked it up and opened it. The inside was made of black shiny velvet and several dildos were inside, lined up from small to big. Fake cocks made of glass, rubber, and metal. Some with ridges, some with veins. I guessed you could replace the one that was currently attached to the chair.

This was a fuck-chair! Or how was it called? A chair that acts like a fucking machine. I saw them on a documentary once, but none of them looked as expensive as this one. This thing must have cost a fortune! Who would get me this? Barbara was always as broke as a bum, so it couldn’t come from her.

The person who sent me this, who actually thought that I would use something as shameful as this device, was surely wrong!

Part 2

~~~SARA~~~

It stood there all day, lurking at me. I don’t know why, but my eyes kept getting pulled to my new gift which stood there, so proudly, in the living room.

After a few hours, I could even imagine it calling out to me, “Sara....” It said. “Sara, come to me....”

Maybe I drank a little bit too much alcohol yesterday? Yeah... Maybe I just needed to go to bed early.

However, I couldn’t sleep. All that was on my mind was standing in the next room. Would it be so weird to look at it again? Or maybe use it one time? Just once. I mean, it wouldn’t be weird to use a dildo, sitting on a chair, so what was actually the big difference between that and using a dildo attached to a chair? Right?

Oh fuck, I bet that thing could go so fast.

No, it didn’t sound weird at all. Or maybe I should just go to sleep? Yeah, probably that would be the right thing to do. And tomorrow, I'll have someone get that thing out of my living room.

Actually, I didn’t even know who I was trying to fool here, because I was already halfway out of bed, my pussy already leaking in my panties.

After tiptoeing to the living room, I opened the box with fake cocks again. There was a manual in there as well. So here I was, reading a manual for a sex chair. Talk about being desperate... Maybe Barbara was right?

Apparently, fuck-chair “Kane” had been thoroughly tested for safety. It had sensors built-in, to stop the device when needed. There were different settings for speed, vibrations, rotations, etc. A remote control could be used to choose whatever the user desired.

“Oh my God... Should I really do this?” I asked myself out loud while searching for the right kind of dildo.

I made sure that the curtains were shut tight properly, cause if somebody would see thís, it would be the death of me, for sure!

While running my finger over all the different dildos, I chose to just go with the one that was already attached to the chair. It seemed the best choice for me. It wasn’t too large and I really wanted to use rubber, cause I had no experience with glass or metal, and I surely wouldn’t want to try out something new in combination with a sexchair, cause like that wasn’t already weird enough on its own!

Feeling like some shameless slut, I undressed till I was completely naked and sat on the chair. The leather felt smooth against my naked skin. A little cold but that didn’t bother me, cause I felt extremely hot from lust and awkwardness.

My heart pounded in my chest as I took the remote in my hands and pressed the needed buttons to have the fake cock take position in front of my pussyhole.I looked down and the handle curled upwards and positioned the cock in front of my dripping slit.

After squeezing some lube on the dildo’s head, just cause I always liked it wet, I pressed another button and I felt the thing slowly shoving itself inside of me.

I laughed. God, what the hell was I doing?!

Slow speed was what I chose to begin with. Just a little bit of slow vibrations, nothing more. I leaned my head against the leather and closed my eyes, letting my body relax before I added thrusting.

The chair was completely soundless, which was great, cause if there is one thing I hated, it was sex toys that made sounds like somebody was using an actual drilling machine.

The dildo thrusted inside and stopped at the right depth before it retracted again and pushed back in. This felt rather nice. Because the chair did all the work, I laid my arms on the armrests, feeling completely relaxed, and added a little more speed. I kept the remote in one of my hands.

“Ahh...” I couldn’t help it and a moan escaped my lips.

This really felt good! I didn’t expect this at all. I widened my legs more and added speed to the vibrations, as well as adding some rotations to it.

“Hahh..! F-fuck..” It totally grazed against my g-spot and my clit throbbed, begging for my fingers to touch it, so I ran my fingertips through some lube and drew little circles over it.

The chair was on a high speed now, drilling hard into me while buzzing against my g-spot with a power and force my normal dildos and vibrators could never reach.

“J...Jesus! Ahhh...f-fuck!”

My eyes were shut tight and I had to bite my lips to prevent further shameless moans. God, this felt so fucking good!

Rubbing on my clit was too much, so I stopped and grabbed my knees to pull my legs up in the air. My pussy couldn’t be wider then it was now.

Dirty wet obscene sounds filled my living room every time that the cock was shoved between my gushing pink folds.

“Hahh...ahhh.. hahh!” I cried out, sagging a little lower to take the toy even deeper before I grabbed the remote to add a tad more speed to it.

I grunted out loud, knowing I was close, feeling my orgasm building up. The noose inside my stomach tightened more and more every few seconds.

And then it fucking hit.

It fucking hit in waves! I felt every hair on my skin standing up straight. “Ohh!!...Ahh... God!”

One wave after the other came as I came more intense and harder than I had ever done before. My mouth hung open and I silently screamed before a loud moan echoed in the room again.

I felt my pussy erupting, juices gushing out, and it felt like it went on and on. After a good amount of time, I ended the session, totally spent. The chair stopped its movements but the dildo was still inside my body--my quivering, trembling body. I was wet all over, sweat glistening on my body and pussyjuices had landed everywhere. On my legs, the chair, and the floor.

I still heavily panted while I grabbed the remote to withdraw the cock out of me. It left my body gently and slowly.

For a while, I just laid there, totally exhausted and still in a haze.

~~~CHAIR~~~

Never have I felt something like this, something so pure and so fantastic. Her warmth and her embrace around me, on top of me--clenching me, squeezing me, and smudging me.

Sara was the one, I just knew it. My other half shall be so pleased when I’ll tell him this joyful news. When I’ll show him.

“That was insane...” Sara muttered, still out of breath. “I need a fucking good shower now, damn,” she said, laughingly.

Yes, Sara, I made you feel like this, and I have more to give.

I felt she sat up straight, his arms still supporting on my armrests and her ass smothering my skin. Her body that shifted let me know that she wanted to leave me, abandon me. I couldn’t let that happen! I had to keep her, to show her to my other half.

So I locked her. Large cuffs covering her wrists and ankles.

“Wha...What is g-going on?!” Sara asked out loud, her voice panicky. “Did I accidentally press a button or something?” she asked herself.

Oh, no. You did not, sweet Sara...

“I didn’t even know this function was possible--tying up. The manual said nothing about that.” She questioned herself, a little frustrated while banging her arms inside the cuffs, trying to break free.

But I wouldn’t let her...

Part 3 

~~~SARA~~~

What was going on? What did I do?

Suddenly, a strange purple smoke filled the living room, making me cough. How many functions had this thing that wasn’t in the manual?!

I pulled hard on my restraints but it wouldn’t let me go and I was actually beginning to feel a little scared at this moment.

Relax Sara, I told myself. It’s a chair, what can it do?

As the smoke penetrated my lungs more and more, I became in a sort of high and frenzy state. “Ahh...what’s happening?” I moaned, as there suddenly came a warm touch against my chest. I looked and saw a pair of hands. “Who? What?”

I was clearly hallucinating. Maybe because I felt suddenly so...so...so aroused...

“Ahh,” I gasped as my eyes rolled into my skull.

“Shhhhh....” a whisper soothed me while I felt a hot breath against my ear. Hands appeared out of nowhere and started caressing my neck while an unfamiliar tongue licked my lips.

I opened up my mouth all too greedy and the tongue was immediately pushed inside, curling around my own. A languid kiss followed, wet and intimate.

My eyes opened when the lips left mine. They belonged to a man. He was handsome and smiled at me. His hair black and slick, combed to the back, showing an earring dangling in one of his ears.

He was naked, his skin bronzed and glowing. His cock erected and pointing to the ceiling.

“...!”

I was flabbergasted when I saw it. It was the coffee place/delivery man. I couldn’t believe it!

“How..?” I asked. And it was so weird because it was as if I spoke in slow-motion as if I didn’t belong to this world anymore.

He smiled and whispered: “Magic...” Before he trailed his lips lower, licking all over my breasts, and started to suck on my nipples.

“Ahmmm…!” I arched my back against the fuck-chair when he flicked his tongue over my stiff buds. One after the other.

He slid lower and ran his tongue over my thighs. They were still slippery wet with my spilled arousal. “You taste good,” he whispered.

“Oh...ngh...” I whined when he ran his tongue between my legs and my pussy clenched at his touch.

This man was actually sucking on my clit right now. It probably was just my hallucinations, but I didn’t care. I looked down between my legs and saw he blinked up, looking at me through his long lashes.

“Oh...s-sweet heavens,” I gasped when I suddenly felt his slicked-up finger penetrating my asshole. It wasn’t the first time I was anally pleased but it had been a while. Luckily, he had lubed up his finger with my juices, so the glide was smooth.

Right when I thought I couldn’t take his lips wrapped around my clit anymore, he started to lick all over my body, sucking at it, and biting. He withdrew his finger and came back up again, taking my mouth for another kiss.

“Who are you?” I asked when my lips were free of his hold again.

“Kane. Call me Kane,” he hoarsely whispered.

Gosh. He was so handsome. His body was smooth and muscled. His cock so incredibly hot. “I’m Sara,” I said, breathlessly.

“I know. Are you ready for the real fun, Sara?”

“W-what do y--”

“Chair,” he ordered and the chair let go of my arms. I was freed again. “Turn around,” Kane then told me.

I was so horny, I didn’t care if it was wise or not, I did what he commanded.

“On all fours.”

I crawled on my hands and knees on the chair, which oddly reshaped itself for me to have easier access to sit in this position. This was so strange yet exciting.

“Ass in the air.”

I did.

“Ahh...” I moaned when he pushed his cock inside of my asshole. It was rock hard and thick and filled me up as no other cock had ever filled my ass before.

“You’re so big,” I breathed out.

“You can take more, you’re so beautiful,” he praised.

“I can’t--”

I couldn’t finish my sentence, for the chair pushed inside of me again. It filled up my pussy and I almost passed out at the feeling: I was so stuffed. It started to slowly vibrate and thrust in and out when Kane slammed his cock inside me as well.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, ahhh,” he moaned.

Good, God! I knew I wouldn’t last long like this.

Kane grabbed my hips as he vigorously started to fuck me while the chair somehow had slipped between his legs to penetrate me at the same pace.

I moaned, no, I groaned. Hard. “Ahh...! I...Oh, G-God!” I then screamed.

One of Kane’s hands found my clit, and started rubbing. Assaulted on three spots, I couldn’t take it anymore.

I drooled. I saw cross-eyed.

“I’m gonna...come! Ah...I’m...” I released a choked-off sob.

“Ahh...Sara,” Kane moaned and his cock started throbbing, spurting its load inside my canal.

The dildo rammed harder and harder inside my pussy till I couldn’t hold it anymore.

I came harder than ever before, moaning with each jolt of orgasmic pleasure that waved through my trembling body. “Ahhh!”

Right there, I broke into a thousand pieces. It lasted and lasted and somewhere during my climax, I felt Kane leaning in to whisper into my ear, “I will see you tomorrow, Sara. My beautiful blooming flower.”

When my high had ebbed away, I opened my eyes. The mist and Kane were gone. It was just me, kneeling in my own filth, with the chair’s handle still inside of me.

Man, what the fuck was wrong with me?

~

I convinced myself that what happened with Kane yesterday, was all a dream. A pleasant one, and definitely one I would never forget.

With a red head, I walked into the coffee shop, knowing very well who I would see there. Or at least, whom I hoped to see. I didn’t know if he still worked at this place now that he was working for the postal company.

I didn’t even know his real name...

After ordering my coffee, I sat down and sneakily lured at him from the corner table.

Flashes of my chair experience came to my mind. How he looked at me while he sucked on my clit.

Fuck! Poor guy to be inside my dirty mind like that.

Oh God, he was coming this way! I quickly looked down on my phone, trying to act like I was all busy.

“Sorry?” he said. Oh his voice was so beautiful, just like in my strange hallucinating dream.

I blinked up. Probably looking like him as a dumb sheep.

“You have been on my mind,” he said and smiled.

My heart instantly began to pound in its cage. Had he noticed me before? I didn’t think he had. He’d never paid any attention to me before.

“Oh...”

Oh, I said. Sara, you imbecile, what kind of answer was that?

He ducked down, his breath against my ear, making my hands sweat and my heart leaping inside my throat.

“Would you go out with me? My blooming flower...”

THE END