Unexpected Proposal
Chapter Three: The Unraveling Heart
As John’s arms enveloped Jeanie in a warm embrace, she felt an unfamiliar mix of anticipation and vulnerability creep into her heart. Surely, he was not feeling vulnerable; maybe he enjoyed her submissiveness, and the chip ensured she fell in line. His hands slid up from the small of her back to gently cradle her neck as he leaned in close, his breath hot against her skin before he softly kissed the curve where shoulder met neck. She wanted him to kiss her lips so badly—to truly claim her—but he seemed content with lust over love. A shiver ran down Jeanie’s spine, a delicate dance between chills and warmth that echoed deep within her core. She had always made love, never just lust. She had never felt such a desire to get fucked as she did now and it was so much different than her normal desire of lovemaking. Was this what male desire felt like or was this her own? If he showed her affection, fine. If he just fucked her, even better! They could worry about lovemaking later.
His lips continued their ascent along the nape of her neck, tracing an invisible line towards the silky soft spot behind her ear she had never known could be so sensitive until now. The chip was playing with her emotions and enhancing the experience. Each kiss left its mark on her soul, making Jeanie’s breath quicken in an exhilarating and overwhelming way. The swirl of sensations was like nothing she had ever experienced; it was as if every nerve ending in her body stood at attention, waiting for his next move with bated breath.
John continued to lead the dance between their bodies, using his own to slowly maneuver Jeanie’s upper body backward and her lower body forward until her ass was closer to the edge of the couch and she was leaning way back relaxing into the soft cushions. She felt legs being opened. She was still fully clothed but she felt emotionally naked before him. She expected him to sit beside her and maybe kiss her on the lips. Maybe ask for her consent, or try and coax her into it slowly, but instead, he slid off the couch and knelt down between her legs and pressed himself against her. Her legs obligingly separated further, opening her very core up to him even though both of their jeans were in between him and her... core. Jeanie closed her eyes and formed a picture in her mind of what he was doing; standing, kneeling, or midway so that he could reach every part of her as he saw fit.
John continued to explore every inch of her skin above her blouse with tender kisses that sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her veins. She could feel the weight of his hands moving around to support him in different ways. The cushion would suddenly sink down next to her hip and he would kiss her nape. Then the cushion would depress next to her head and he was suckling behind her ear again. The sensation was intoxicating; Jeanie’s heart pounded in her chest as if trying to escape the cage, but it now was trapped within—a cage composed solely of raw desire and unbridled passion. This was nothing like love, and it was exhilarating.
His exploration grew bolder, his fingers tracing intricate patterns that started moving her clothing to expose more skin. What thrilled her most was that he already had full confidence—he knew as well as she did that she was already lost to him—instead ‘bolder’ was him taking his time, drawing out his desire on her skin with fingertips and kisses. He was pulling her blouse down—she had expected him to pull it up. And with each finger stroke, Jeanie’s emotions became more tangled, as delicate-denial mingled with lust. This evening blouse had quite a deep cut exposing her cleavage, but he had ignored it up until now. As his fingers slid her blouse lower so it dropped off her shoulders, his kisses found the bottom of her chin and started working toward the center of her chest. Even as he teased her by not touching her breasts directly, her blouse dropped lower, and then, with a final effort, the front of her blouse slipped down over her nipples, and her breasts were completely exposed. He sat back to enjoy his work and her exposed body as his hands started deeply massaging the skin of her thighs, slipping his fingers closer and closer to her sex without coming near. The look in his eyes was a thing to behold, enjoying his first glimpse of her supple, perfectly formed breasts and small hard nipples.
A little late, she realized that her arms had been effectively pinned inside her blouse as it had lowered. The sneaky bastard had immobilized her at the elbows and she had not even realized it. She could get out of it, of course, but she had no desire other than being the absolute best now-slightly-restrained submissive. One last look at her breasts and he moved in quickly with no warning. He suckled one of her hard nipples in his mouth, then opened his mouth further to take in as much as he could of her breast. It had been such a surprise that she had accidentally moaned quite loudly. She wondered if Clara had heard, then she noticed that John seemed to enjoy her escaped pleasure moan, and made an effort to start showing her pleasure a little more. Then his tongue danced, and she was even more lost to him. She could feel a warm pulsing pleasure in the back of her neck, but she didn’t know if it was real or her imagination. The chip was in control and she loved it. Nothing in her life had ever been so pleasurable, nothing so exciting, nothing so naughty, and he had not even gotten started on her sex! John was also in control, and instead of just flipping her over the couch and fucking his new toy, he was taking the time to enjoy her body and make sure she enjoyed it also. She could not control her body any longer, and it started writhing, showing him her pleasure. She moaned softly just at the right times, and she wiggled her torso as if trying partly to escape her restraints and partly as though she wanted nothing more to thrust her breasts deeper into his mouth.
As their bodies began to move together in a slow rhythm of passion and longing, Jeanie was lost in an emotional whirlwind she could neither control nor understand. Every touch from John felt like another piece of her soul being laid bare before him—each suckle and lick peeling back layers upon layers until there was nothing left of herself but raw vulnerability and a primal lust for more and more physical pleasure.
Just as Jeanie didn’t think her heart could take any more, John switched to the other breast, and she prepared herself for another long onslaught, but he threw a wrench into her expectation by slipping his fingers deeply into the waistline of her jeans on each side. Strong as he was and small as she was, he was able to pull up on her jeans to lift her ass off the couch, then yank her stretch jeans down to her ankles in one smooth move that left a light rug burn sensation on her thighs. Her ass fell back down to the couch with a bounce and her breast popped out of his mouth. He stood up, moved forward, and knelt back down so quickly that she had had no chance to realize that he had pulled her ass off the edge of the couch and that he was kneeling on her jeans, effectively pinning her fleet to the floor. With his body between her legs, her ankles pinned hip distance apart, her arms effectively pinned to her sides, her hands lost in her blouse, and her knees pushed out by his large shoulders, she could do nothing to protect her sex from him. He had so mastered her body that her pussy was laid bare to him, and he wasted no time diving in. Unlike her, he had his hands free. One hand shot up to her breasts to continue the work there, and the other found her inner thigh, poised to attack when the time was right.
His mouth, though... his face was covered in light stubble, not having expected to be between her legs, but his lips were soft and warm. Usually, such a prickly face would make her ticklish or poke her uncomfortably, but this was like yin and yang. The warmth and softness of his lips kissing her lips was a harsh contrast to the sharp sensations of his stubble on her inner thighs and his facial hair on her sensitive pussy. And his hand... a few inches away. She knew that it would be buried in her sex any moment, searching out her pleasure core, massaging around and past her G-spot; the anticipation was a little murder. He was not even moving his hand around to touch her thighs, she could feel it just ‘there’ waiting, as if spring loaded. She feared and desperately wanted these unused fingers to suddenly plunge forward and in. She begged in her mind, while her moans and hip writhing begged in another way. Maybe that’s why the French called an orgasm “the little death.”
As John slowly slid his tongue into Jeanie’s body, after kissing every inch of skin along the way, she felt a sudden sense of urgency take hold within her—as if time itself were slowing to a crawl. At the same time, an insatiable hunger gnawed at the edges of her consciousness. His hand slipped forward, finally reaching its obvious destination, parting Jeanie’s pussy lips with deliberate gentleness before he began exploring every curve and contour of the inside of her pussy with two fingers as his lips moved up to work on her clit.
Each masterful finger stroke felt like a revelation—sending shockwaves of newly discovered pleasure radiating outwards from the very core of her being. As John continued to taste her, Jeanie found herself growing wetter still; each moan that escaped her lips only served to fuel the fire within him and spur him on. She had only a moment to wonder if Clara could hear her before John intensified his effort. He seemed insatiable in his quest for her satisfaction, relentlessly probing every hidden corner and crevice until she felt like there was nothing left but his mouth, his hands, and her hungry pussy. Careful work with his other hand, though, kept reminding her that he was also playing with her breasts one at a time, playing her like some many-keyed symphonic organ.
His fingers were sliding deep inside her wet warmth as if searching for something long lost but only recently rediscovered. Jeanie gasped at the sensation—a mix of pleasure so intense it bordered on pain, yet somehow still exhilarating enough to keep her craving more with every passing second. Her breathing was coming in spits and bursts now. Sometimes she was moaning like a fuck toy whore in a porno. Other times, she was holding her breath as squeaks of pleasure escaped until she ran out of air again and returned to uncontrolled moaning.
John’s rhythm grew faster, his fingers thrusting harder and deeper as he continued to feast upon her pussy like a starving man at a banquet. Each stroke seemed designed to elicit the maximum amount of pleasure possible, pushing Jeanie closer and closer toward the edge of an orgasm that threatened to consume her completely if she dared let go, even for a moment.
It was as though they were locked in some ancient dance between predator and prey—each movement more passionate than the last, every kiss deeper, every touch more intimate. And through it all, Jeanie could feel herself being drawn further and further into this whirlwind of pleasure and emotion, knowing full well that whatever lay ahead would change her forever but unable to resist its pull any longer.
As John continued his relentless assault on Jeanie’s senses, her body began to tremble with an intensity that bordered on the unbearable. Each thrust of his fingers seemed designed to elicit maximum pleasure, pushing her closer and closer toward the edge of a climax that threatened to consume her completely if she dared let go, even for a moment.
And then it happened—like a bolt of lightning striking from the back of her neck and down straight through the core of her being, sending shockwaves radiating outwards from every cell in her body. Jeanie’s orgasm was nearly blinding in its intensity, washing over her with such force that she felt as though she were drowning in a sea of pure sensation—unable to breathe or think or even remember who or where she was amidst this tidal wave of ecstasy.
But John refused to stop, his fingers continuing their rhythmic dance within her pussy even as she cried out with an urgency bordering on desperation that she was cumming, and eventually switching to pleading for him to stop and no mercy on her. It was as if he were intent on wringing every last drop of pleasure from her trembling body, pushing her beyond all limits and into realms where reason had no place and desire reigned supreme.
Even as Jeanie continued begging him to stop—the words coming out in ragged, unconvincing whispers that barely rose above the sound of their panting breaths—John refused to relent, his fingers still moving inside her with a single-minded determination that bordered on obsession. And so they continued this dance on the edge of madness; each movement more passionate than the last, every kiss deeper, every touch more intimate. He was a master at keeping up the rhythm as she came, and then, just as it became too much, he would change gears. Her first orgasm was vaginal, her second clitoral. Then he attacked both at once, focusing on her G-spot now that it was inflamed.
It was as though time itself had come to a standstill—all sense of reality fading away as Jeanie felt herself being drawn further and further into this whirlwind of pleasure and emotion, knowing full well that whatever lay ahead would change her forever but unable to resist its pull any longer. And then, just when she thought she could bear it no more, the world went black—her vision blurring around the edges as if seen through a veil of pleasure tears before everything finally faded away into deep blackness... She was conscious, but barely... holding on to the world as firmly as he was holding onto her sex, still squeezing her G-spot with pressure but no longer moving, no longer assaulting her senses.
Where could they go from here, she wondered. Was her life over? Had she died and gone to heaven? Was she now trapped in a hell-ish real world where she could never possibly feel such pleasure again? Why was the world moving? She felt lost as her body was tossed in the air, but her senses hadn’t been able to sus out what was happening to her now. She was still too lost in bliss as she came crashing down from the most powerful orgasm of her life... maybe of all existence. She had never imagined such a thing. If the chip could do this to her in just one try, it could become very addicting quickly!
Her stomach was uncomfortable as if she were lying on a beach ball. She felt as though she was falling and then as though she was flying. Air was rushing past her sweat-covered body, but her vision was still dark, and the wetness in her eyes obscured her limited vision.
Then she fell and bounced three times, each bounce less than the last. Each bounce leaving her feeling lighter and more relaxed, as if floating on a bed of clouds. There was a tearing sound, though, and her arms were released from her sides, her blouse giving up the battle to restrain her arms as her body came to rest on the soft comforter. She felt John’s body move above hers and then down onto her. Had he really just carried her up to the master bedroom and literally thrown her down on the bed like a ragdoll? This time, though, she was not sitting on a couch with his shoulders between her knees holding her legs open; she was lying down with his hips pressing into hers. Her legs cradled his as he pressed them open. Then the world suddenly felt more rigid, less relaxing, more exciting as he raised her arms above her head. His ankles were already pinning her jeans to the bed, therefore pinning her ankles down. Now, he had moved her arms up, and with surprising ease, he held her wrists in one hand. He was using this hand to keep some of his weight off of her, but this just pressed her wrists down harder. She was stretched out and spread wide, effectively naked, and she noticed that he was also naked, having stripped as she came to. Then the world stopped moving, and she was held rigid, frozen, waiting because he was not moving. She knew, from basic physiology, that his cock was one expert thrust from getting the center of her tootsie pop. 300 licks and some fingers buried deep in her sex on a couch was all it had taken...
Jeanie realized that he was waiting for her. Through her blurred post-orgasmic bliss tear-soaked eyes, she could see his face above hers, the stubble smoothed out and unseen through the blur, but his eyes pierced through, waiting. Asking. He knew she was his, but it seemed that he wanted to hear it. He wasn’t even looking for consent. He wanted her submission.
In her softest, throaty, sexy voice, and with a heavy dose of ‘calm confident pleading’ in her voice, Jeanie begged, “Use Me!” Before the end of her exclamation, he was already balls deep in one thrust, and she was happy for it. She had been warned about his size, but that warning had fallen on deaf ears; he was FUCKING HUGE and so very deep. He was so big that she felt like a virgin again. She had never been stretched like this before, so he must be loving how tight her pussy was. She was a little worried that he would try to pleasure her again, but she was done; she didn’t need it. Her body was now simply a vessel for his pleasure.
He bent down and kissed her passionately, but this was not any kind of lovemaking. This was his taking of her, his enjoying her lips, the taste of her while he spent his effort on his own joy. She had never been kissed like this before and suspected she would never be again. The pistoning started, and she had never been fucked so hard. She had never felt the sting of a bedspring pushing back on her. She had never been used so well or so happy to be of such use. He was fucking her for his own pleasure and was not heeding her at all. Of course, there was pleasure for her, but nothing with finality for her would be had. His strong grip on her wrist with one hand tightened until it was like a steel cuff. As he desperately pressed deeper and deeper with each thrust, he hooked his toes into her jeans and pressed hard. This had the effect of pressing not only his cock much deeper into her but his pelvis hard into hers. If she had not gotten such a tongue-lashing on the couch, she would have been cumming buckets quickly this way. This also had the benefit of stretching her body even tighter. With her wrists pinned down under half of his weight and her ankles being pulled away from her, her legs were stretched to their limit, pulling her hips down into his thrusts and pulling her torso tight. She could barely breathe but was not sure she could have anyway. The pleasure and emotion, and excitement of this fucking was more than enough to take her breath away.
Suddenly, he bit her lip hard. Not hard enough to hurt her, but hard enough to snap her out of her dreamlike state. At the same time, his spare hand found her left breast and squeezed. It didn’t hurt, but when his thumb and finger found her nipple and pressed hard, she squeaked with surprised pleasure, but he didn’t seem to notice. His fingers tightened even more on her wrists, and his legs pressed hard enough to make her jeans creak under the strain. She didn’t care if they ripped, so long as they remained strong enough to keep this glorious cock buried so very deeply in her sex. She could feel it pulsing as he came in her. She could feel his heartbeat in his chest. She could feel her legs strain under the stretching. Jeanie could feel something like the ghost of a hint of a summer breeze of an orgasm wafting lightly through her body. Still, the real tell-tale sign of her pleasure breaking over unexpectedly was how her pussy convulsed on his cock, drawing him in, pressing him hard, draining him further.
At some point, he must have moved her... again. It was dark in the room, and she found that she was now properly naked. They were lying in bed, and he was cradling her body little/big spoon style. He had his hips pressed up into hers so that his soft cock was quaintly nestled between her cheeks, threatening to slip away if she so much as wiggle. Her eyes were closed, and her body was resting under the heavy comforter.
Jeanie felt a kiss on her cheek, but since John’s lips were currently pressed lightly to the back of her neck where her new chip was, she knew what had to be done. Jeanie flipped the sheets up and lunged forward. She grabbed her best friend around the waist and hauled her screeching, surprised form under the sheets as though she were a trap-door spider. Also surprised by this sudden move, John instinctively clung to Jeanie’s body, giving her the anchoring she needed to submerge Clara under the sheets and entangle her in arms and legs. Jeanie quickly had Clara in position as the littlest little spoon, making a Jeanie sandwich. Clara seemed to still be wearing the same summer dress she had been wearing at dinner. Soft and silky it didn’t conceal much to the touch but it was a disappointing barrier between them.
Clara seemed to have other ideas though, so Jeanie reluctantly let Clara claw her way out of the woman-eating-bed-trap and slip out of Jeanie’s fingers. Disappointed and drowning in messed up sheets, she didn’t notice Clara stripping quickly. When she got free and got her bearings, all Jeanie knew was that her prey was still within reach. She snapped out quickly again, still anchored by John’s strong arms, and pulled a giggling Clara under the sheets again, only to be met with a lusciously naked woman’s body this time. It was soft in all the right places and round in as many. Clara’s lips found Jeanie’s chipped neck, and she kissed it quietly just as John had returned to kissing Jeanie’s. Clara wiggled around though and soon they were kissing. It was nothing like the rutting, lusty, sloppy fuck-fest kiss she had gotten from John. This was loving, soft, kind, and filled with gratitude and a little longing. They were being quiet about it, as though this was their moment and they were afraid of pulling too much attention: afraid John might interrupt them. Jeanie kissed back but didn’t have the energy to gleam anything sexual from it. If this was any other moment in her life where she found herself pressed between the hot naked bodies of John and Clara and getting kissed like this, it would have been game on...
Jeanie might very well have fallen asleep still kissing Clara, but she would never know, nor would she need to care as she was about to get dragged into the shower by John. Still half asleep, she found herself pressed against the shower wall, being roughly cleaned, in and out, by John. Jeanie did have the wits to notice that his cock was getting hard quickly, so she knew what to expect next. Doused in warm water from the shower, John pressed down on her shoulders. Jeanie knelt down, knowing exactly what he wanted from her but not knowing if she should go for a finishing move or just warm him up for another fuck. She would just have to get to it and see what he did with her.
As the steam swirled around them like a dense fog, obscuring everything from view except for the two of them locked together within its embrace, Jeanie could feel John’s erection pressing insistently against her lips—urging her to take him inside and suck him off. And though she hesitated for just a moment, she eventually surrendered to the heat of the moment and wrapped her soft, warm lips around his cock—eagerly to please him again. She didn’t know, nor did she care to know, if this desire to be his pleasure was from her own self or from the chip’s control, but after just one dose of the power of the chip and the pleasure it could enhance, she was already feeling a draw toward experiencing it again. The addiction was already started after only one fuck.
But even as she felt herself being drawn further and further into this new whirlwind of lust and desire, losing all sense of reason or control over her own body amidst the warm cascade of water that rained down upon them from overhead, something miraculous happened; she realized that the chip was just telling her when he felt desire. She was not getting addicted to the chip’s pleasure enhancement. She was getting addicted to feeling wanted. And right now, he wanted to watch his cock slip into her mouth and—if she could handle it—down her throat. It was incredible to feel wanted, but it was sublime to really truly feel it with nothing left to doubt.
Jeanie gagged more than once, trying to take him all the way in. He was bigger than anything that had ever been in her mouth. But every time she gagged, she felt his desire diminish, but when she looked him in the eyes confidently and took him deeper, her chip was flooded with appreciation, beauty, sexuality, and desire. This nearly-pavlovian conditioning on her mind enhanced her ability to ignore the gagging and keep her composure until, finally, he was all the way in. She relished the look in his eyes when she winked at him with her nose against his pelvic bone.
Jeanie supposed that he had wanted to just get a blowjob, but her expertise had riled him up. As quick as a shot, he reached down and lifted her by her armpits, actually lifting her off the ground for a second and bent her at the waist, then plunged his cock into her. If she had thought he was big in missionary position with her legs held wide open, it was nothing to having his massive sausage crammed up in her with her ankles and knees together. It was even more when he grabbed her hands and moved them to the wall, where she braced herself.
This fucking was not as harsh as yesterday, but again it was lust, not love. It was almost like he was trying to convince himself that Jeanie meant nothing more to him than a convenient warm cock sheath. Well, she would have none of that. Jeanie walked her hands up the wall and slowly stepped forward, careful that his fucking thrusts didn’t knock her feet out from under her. Soon enough, her breasts were on the wall, then her stomach, then her thighs, and her toes. He had followed her forward, fucking her the entire time, but now that there was nowhere to go, not even a soft bedframe to bounce her into, his fucking thrusts were 100% vigor. And he was long enough to keep it in her, even while spooning like this. She was on her tippy-toes, trying to keep the right entry angle for him, but he was not satisfied, so he lifted her up and literally dropped her on his cock. He held her under the armpits and locked his elbows so that she was a hanging ragdoll that he viciously trusted up into. Still with her breasts and stomach pressed into the cold tile, John fucked into her. His cock tip landed directly on her G-spot with each slam. Now the pressure of his chest against her back was enough to hold her weight above the floor. Three small tired orgasms came one after another for Jeanie, but it wasn’t until he let go of her armpits that he could rub her tits by shoving his hands hard between her and the wall. Something about the angle change let Jeanie get just the right hip turn to let him in deeper, and that’s all she needed. BOOM, another orgasm, another pussy pulsing squeeze. And BOOM her moan got him cuming hard and this time he was finally spent.
Any moment now... yup, there it was, he was picking her up again. He stedied her agaist the wall, this time with her back to it and roughly (but pleasently) cleaned her out with fingers and water. Too exhausted to stand or walk he eventually toweled her limp body off and carried her back to the bed. She felt less human and more like a sex toy every time he carried her around as if she were a really expensive fuck doll. To be fair, though, she had turned out to be an extremely cheap fuck toy, only charging room and board. He tucked her into the sheets and she took this as a sign to nap. She didn’t need to be told twice.