Jelly’s Chair
It was the same as any other day with Jelly. We had just finished eating dinner together and I was working on cleaning up the kitchen while she was getting herself set up for another stream tonight.
“Hey, Starknight! Come here, real quick! I need your help!” she called from her room. “Hurry, man! It’s important!” I put down the pot I was cleaning and went over to her room to see what the issue was.
When I walked in, I found her sitting at her desk with a worried look on her face. She was still wearing a baggy, oversized t-shirt like a dress. Everything was set up for her stream already and her loading screen was even pulled up already.
“What’s the problem?” I asked.
“This chair is the problem!” Jelly cried. She kicked herself off the desk, pushing her rolling chair into the center of the room with a flurry of squeaks. “It’s too noisy and I can’t stream with it constantly squeaking! Listen to this thing, man!” She shook herself back and forth to demonstrate, causing the chair to give out a series of loud squeaks.
I crouched down next to her to get a closer look at the chair. It was just a standard office chair she bought a few years ago, but it was starting to show its age. “Can you move to make it squeak again? I need to find where it’s coming from.” She let out an embarrassed sigh before moving back and forth, causing a pair of loud squeaks to groan out of the underside of her chair. I tried my best to pinpoint exactly where they came from, but I got distracted watching her bare legs push herself back and forth.
I nervously chuckled over my distraction. “Uh, do you mind doing it again? I didn’t find it that time.”
Focusing on the chair this time, I listened attentively as she again pushed herself back and forth. “Ah, here’s the problem," I exclaimed. "The main joint in the middle is getting all rusty. We’ll need to spray some wd-40 on it.”
She leaned back and sighed, causing the chair to squeak. “Phew, that should be easy. Do we have any wd-40?”
“no.”
She jumped up in surprise, squeaking the chair again. “WHAT? What do you mean we don’t have any?”
I winced and lowered my head to avoid her sudden outburst. “I’m sorry, Jelly. I ran out the other day and haven’t had a chance to get a new bottle. I-I can go run to the store real quick to get some before the stream if you wa-”
“We don’t have time for that, man! I have to stream! I already have the loading screen set up!” She fell back in another depressed fit, causing the chair to squeak yet again. “I’m cooked. Those creeps in chat are gonna be jerking it to my chair squeaks all stream, again.”
Hearing the chair squeak so much while she cried suddenly gave me an idea that caused my dick to twitch.
“What if -hear me out- I, uh, jerked off and came onto the chair to lubricate it?” I suggested quietly. She shuddered at the idea, giving me a look of pure disgust. I watched her facial expression slowly shift as she thought it over. It felt like watching her go through the five stages of grief in only a few seconds.
After giving it some thought, she finally let out a long, depressed sigh. “Fine, whatever, man. Just make it quick.”
I quickly jumped up and pulled my pants off, taking out my cock. It was already somewhat hard from hearing the chair squeak so much. I started to stroke it while standing up but Jelly quickly pushed me down under her.
“On your knees, Starknight,” she accosted sternly. “I want you close to the chair when you’re ready to blow.” Fortunately, kneeling below her put me in the perfect position to admire Jelly. From below her, my eyes traveled all over her as I began to slowly work my growing erection. Her dainty toes with their nails painted a bright azure, her smooth, slender legs outstretched in front of me, the baggy t-shirt that stopped just past her hips, barely hiding her white panties, her flat chest, her collarbone peeking out from the oversized collar…it was more than enough to get me going. Before I knew it, I was wildly pumping my cock for Jelly.
The entire time, Jelly was looking down at me with a concerned glare, watching me closely as I jerked off in front of her. After some time, Jelly sighed and leaned back in her chair, causing it to squeak. As she did this, she crossed her arms, pushing them up against her small breasts. With a smug smile on her face, she chuckled, “It’s actually kind of cute seeing you jerk yourself off so vigorously to me. You’re like a horny little puppy.” Hearing her tease me like that filled me with arousal, causing me to let out a soft moan as my dick jumped in my hand.
Seeing me get so excited in front of her, Jelly suddenly had an idea. With a mischievous grin, she lifted her left leg up over me, placing it over my shoulder. She then hooked it around my head, pulling me in with her calf. She lifted her shirt up and over my head, locking it in place between her legs.
“Keep going, Starknight. Don’t let my teasing stop you,” she said smugly. She clenched her legs around my head, pressing my nose into her damp, white panties. Like an aphrodisiac, the stench of her pussy flooded my brain, causing me to moan louder again as I inhaled deeply. My arm found a second gear from this, jerking itself even faster as her woman pheromones took over.
“You almost there, yet?” she asked, resting her hand on my head. Unable to form words, I just moaned approvingly into her crotch. “Good puppy. Let’s get you in place.” With that, she reached her calves down behind me and pulled me closer under her. Her heels jabbed lightly into my lower back as if to guide my lower body towards the chair.
“Alright, you’re right above the joint,” she said, holding me in place. “Now cum! I want that thing covered in your cum, Starknight!” With those last words, I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me as I orgasmed. Rope after rope shot out from my cock, splattering onto the lower mechanics of her chair. I closed my eyes and rested my head into her crotch as I gave in to the climax, still spurting onto her chair.
“Come on, man, finish up already! I got a stream to start!” she yelled. Feeling myself coming down from the high, I pulled my head out from under her shirt and sat down in front of her.
“Alright, lean back and forth so the cum can work its way into the joint,” I said, leaning back onto my arms. She followed my command, rocking herself forward and back in the chair. With each lean, the squeaking got quieter and quieter until it was silent as the day she got it.
She jumped up and squealed in joy. “AHHH! Thank you so much, Starknight!” Getting her ‘thank you’s out of the way, she quickly rolled herself back to her desk and her computer. I took this as a chance to quietly clean myself up and slink out of the room as she started the stream. I softly closed the door behind me and let out an exhausted sigh as I leaned back against it.
Through the door, I could hear her go through her stream intro before stopping to apologize for the delay. “Sorry for the long loading screen, starknights, but I’m sure you noticed by now that my chair is no longer squeaking!” she said triumphantly. “No more chair squeaks for you, you coomers!”