Angry Chair – Porn Story

2025-03-15
Posted by PSEDEN

The flux of air raises the corner of the top page of Dave’s sales contract.

He was suddenly not alone at home. Wheosh happens whenever someone enters from the garage.

Dave heard the average grunt metal buckle, kitchen counter, sharp cracks from salt and pepper shake up the hardwood floor.

Dave slowly rolled back to his desk chair and stood up. He peeked into the office door. In the middle of the kitchen, his wife Nadia. Her hands were clenched with her fists. Her face stared at the spinning ceiling fan.

Dave didn’t speak. Instead, he returned to the table.

After a while, the cabinet door closed. A drawer opens and slams closes. He heard the pounding of the jar and bottle as the refrigerator door was pulled open.

There is a can of carbonated acid stream. It is set on the granite counter.

Then the house became quiet again.

Soon, Dave appears from the office and sees Nadia. She now leaned over the counter, her shoulders sank upwards sharply, her head sinking between them.

Dave’s slippers’ hard heels clamped on the wooden floor and Nadia immediately raised her head.

Her face was red and her mouth growled. However, seeing her husband, she blushed. Nadia nodded before Dave had to go further. She went to the dining room.

Dave slowly walked to her hallway. His feet pressed against the strange board that squeaked when touched.

As he entered the dining room, he saw Nadia trapped in a fragile elderly chair.

The rear of the wooden chair has a stiff pilgrim slat, a hard seat and four thin legs. Angry chair. It has held many angry and disobedient children throughout the century and continued to perform its duties.

Nadia stuffed her head in her hand. She straightened up when she heard her husband. Her arms are aligned with the long, narrow post. She drooped her wrists to the chair and placed her ankles on her front legs.

Dave still didn’t speak. He walked to the bar cabinet that was high at his waist. Its legs have tapered legs, an angle and a beveled front edge, giving it a century-old appearance. He unlocked it and lifted the top. Opening the door immediately caused the smell of cattle herds in the wild west. He lifted a thick hemp rope. It hung in his hands like a soft python.

He knelt next to Nadia. The two remained silent. Nadia looked at the ceiling and gritted her teeth. She pressed her lips tightly.

Dave noticed her breathing quickly.

He wrapped the rope around her right wrist and secured it to the back post with a knot. He wrapped the rope around her waist and knotted the ropes on her left wrist and back post.

He reached into the bar cabinet again. He brought out the beautiful pink Laila and its remote. He pulled the belt of her male jockey and compared Lyla with her clitoris.

He tied her ankles tightly to the feet of the angry chair. After checking his knot, he pulled the rough rope. The itch on Nadia’s face shrank a little on her skin.

However, none of them spoke.

Dave reached into the cabinet again. He pulled out a black belt with a thick ball on it. He mounts the band’s head on hers and adjusts the ball. He bent his twitch tightly behind her head.

She gave up control and let go of her breathing quickly.

Dave stood in front of Nadia, who was tied to an angry chair. He stroked her chin and lifted it with his index finger. He stared into her rich and dark eyes.

She began to breathe severely.

He just stabbed his tongue and shook his head. He patted her on the cheek.

Nadia stared, her eyes drooping. Maybe it was a hint of fear.

Before leaving, Dave reached his finger to the corner of his mouth and showed a forced smile.

He gently touched the remote that matched Lyla, who leaned against her clit, Nadia shaking.

Then he smiled and left a strange state.

He works in the office, focusing on the sales contract paperwork he needs to complete. Seeing the remote control on a pile of paper, he pressed its button. Somewhere, he knew a woman was pierced again and was shaken with a simple buzz.

He heard the screams of angry chair legs on the hardwood floor. He pressed the remote again. The trembling of the chair calmed down.

The house was quiet, except for the debris on his fingers on the keyboard and the buzz of the air conditioning unit, pushing the cool air into the ventilation holes.

After scanning a few pages, he put down his pen again. He touched the remote. He heard the grunt and pouring in from the mouth that was around the ball. The angry chair screamed on the hardwood again.

He paused Laira. He checked the clock. 3:45 pm.

He touched the remote and increased the vibration. Screams, rough sounds, cringe-inspiring moans.

He returned to Nadia. Beads of sweat covered her forehead and a bead slid on her cheek. Her eyes were flashing with innocence, excitement, fatigue and relief. Her shoulders were trembling.

Dave pulled back the men’s underwear and pulled out Lyla. It was covered by the liberation of Nadia. He cleaned it and reset it in the cabinet. He untied the ball’s gag and knot.

Nadia sags and puts her elbows on her knees. She took a deep breath, as if she had just participated in a long competition.

The sharp alarm caught their attention. 4:16.

They put away ropes and other toys. The cabinet was locked again.

Nadia hugs Dave.

There is air flux in the garage.

“Mom, I’m at home! I’m hungry!”

When the refrigerator door was pulled open, the jar and bottle were lacking. The carbonated pot is popular.

“What is dinner, mom? mom?”

A little boy enters the dining room. He saw her hands on the chair.

“Why are you using an angry chair? Repair stuff? Dad has a ladder, you know.”

She leaned over to her husband.

“I just need to use it today.”