Joy gets Bradley to propose marriage

Catty and I talk for hours. We’re both picking our way around each other’s arguments, seeing if there are weak spots, seeing if there are ways to convince the other. But as the day moved on and the library started to shut down it became clear that Catty, and on her behalf Atticus, both thought that the world was destined for whatever war or disaster happened, and that they could live out a far better life here.

For the last couple hours, I’ve given up on convincing her to save the past and instead focused on trying to convince her that I didn’t want to be in this body, or this societal place. Catty’s final answer was spoken almost as a challenge. “Look, Atticus and I will come over for dinner tonight. He’s working with your robot to invite both Bradley and Montana, so that it’ll be our full group again. But where we each had two guys last time, tonight we were hoping to all explore you. Look, you’re a brilliant person Joy. You were before we came to this present time, and you are now. If you honestly don’t want this to happen, you’ll figure a way out of it. If, instead, we all have one of the most gratifying sexual nights of our lives… well, we’ll all have our answers!”

I stand up, preparing my rebuttal, just as Montana comes around the corner. He walks right up to me, puts his arms around my waist, pulls me in close enough to feel the growing bulge in his pants, and kisses my neck. When he’s had his unwelcomed fair share of me, he tells us that he’s ordered a vehicle and that he’ll follow over as soon as he has the library completely closed.

Catty overtly flirts with Montana as he guides us to the exit, going so far as to say she was looking forward to a car ride with him, until we’re helped into the vehicle. Once I’m in the vehicle with Catty I let out a groan just as she smiles and settles into her seat enticingly. The partition is already rising into place, our privacy is being shielded, the red light is turning on, and the sex toys are being laid out.

Catty wastes no time, pulling her shorty short skirt up and grabbing a vibrating rabbit toy to bring to her already wet pussy. It’s one thing to fight the arousing pheromones on their own. I was barely able to do that. It’s another thing to fight them when bound to the seat and having Montana sexually use me as that was still frustrating but easier to fight against. But now? With Catty playing with herself blatantly and overtly? I close my eyes, realizing that even my sense of smell is being assaulted, smelling Catty’s arousal. Even her moans are joining the chorus of sex sounds being piped in like so much music.

To her credit, Catty doesn’t try to **** herself on me. Nor does she try to convince me to join her in self-pleasuring myself. But by the time we get home, I’m madly aroused and can barely get out of the car. I don’t even bother saying goodbye to Catty as she struts off to her house. Instead, I make a beeline to the door, wanting, needing, the sexual relief that will come from serving Sterling.

As always, my loyal robot greets me at the door with a grope and a kiss before guiding me to my knees for my ‘wifely duties’. Even knowing that Sterling gets no pleasure from this, I tease it out longer just to help satisfy my own sexual urge. While I’m bouncing up and down his girth, I can’t stop my mind from wandering, wondering how I’m going to get out of tonight. I can’t deny that I’m aroused and that no matter how much satisfaction I can expect to get from blowing Sterling, it’s not going to do anything more than take the edge off my lust. I’ve been trained like Pavlov’s dog to expect sexual gratification after dinner, so how am I going to fight off four men, intent on satisfying that sexual need?

When Sterling unloads in my mouth, filling me almost beyond my capacity to swallow down and not spill any, I haven’t come up with an answer. Instead, I simply go to the bedroom and slip into something inappropriately provocative with matching makeup and hair, before returning to serve Sterling his drink and start on dinner.

In the next few hours, I greet Atticus, Catty, Montana, and finally Bradley. Each gets their drinks and attention, each take advantage of the provided hors d'oeuvres, and each comments on how appetizing the ham dinner smells as it cooks away. All the while I consider how to get out of this predicament. It’d be hard enough to deal with the overwhelming nature of looking forward to being sexually used by four different men at the same time but knowing that Atticus’ and Catty’s opinion on my underlying sexuality and identity rely on this is almost more stress than I can bear. And even when I slow down to consider an option, Eileen is there with a shock to my learning aide, buried up in my rear, to knock the cobwebs off me and get me going at full speed again.

Just as I’m delivering everybody their second drink and cleaning up the hors d’oeuvres, do I get the sign I need. Everybody is looking at me differently. Sterling is watching over me like a teacher minding a star pupil. Montana is watching me like a patron at a strip joint. Atticus seems to be honestly judging me while Catty seems happily confident in my actions. But then there’s Bradley. I haven’t mentioned my concerns to him tonight. I haven’t even indicated that I’m opposed to having everybody over. But he’s still watching me closely, barely touching his drink. And he looks concerned. He’s barely even listening to the conversation going on around him.

Maybe, if I had access to a programing terminal and Sterling’s wireless signal. Maybe if I had an evening to prepare by working on some hacking tools. Maybe if I had an augmented reality system that wasn’t actively working in cahoots with the robot I wanted to hack. And maybe if I didn’t have a butt plug stuffed up my ass that shocked me any time I didn’t do anything other than play the perfectly willing hostess and sex pot… maybe I would have options. But none of those things were true and I had a guaranteed way out. A way that would show Atticus and Catty that I could manipulate my reality to avoid the attentions of multiple men, a way to avoid being a sex **** to four men at a time, and as a bonus, a way to prevent those from ever being a problem again.

It just involved asking a man who might be falling in love with me, to propose to me.

I mirror my actions from the night before. I’ve been serving everybody by bending forward and showing off the curve provided by my underwire corset and my ass, but when I move to Bradley, I kneel down next to him. When I look up into his eyes, I take his hand in both of mine and say earnestly, trying to get this out without Sterling or Eileen getting the better of it and preventing me from moving forward, “Bradley, what we talked about last night, before we discussed Kylan’s birthday? I’ve thought about it, and I… I’d like you to… you know… to…”

Bradley’s face breaks out in the widest, most genuine smile I think I’ve ever seen. If his action is surprising, then his preparedness is outright stunning. Standing up from the chair he helps me to my feet before dipping to a single knee himself in front of me. He fishes in his pocket for a moment and pulls out a ring, holding it up to me as he says “Joy, our time together has been nothing short of magical. It’s always amazing to be with a woman and to help her receive the satisfaction that she so well deserves, but with you it’s been more than that for me. Seeing you with my son, seeing you come out of your shell, and just learning about you and your independent… and yes, even bratty… ways, has made me a better man. I haven’t been able to say that since my dear wife passed away so many years ago and I hope that you’ll make me the luckiest man on earth by answering this question. Joy Williams, will you be my wife?”

For a long moment, the whole world tries to fade away. My vision vignettes around the edges, giving me tunnel vision down to Bradley’s beaming face as he holds out the ring. My legs feel like they’re full of jelly and that any push is going to knock me over. My hands fly up to my face, as a wash of emotions come tumbling out of me. I feel honest surprise that Bradley would be so prepared. I feel happiness overwhelm me as his proposal isn’t some place holder and felt truly like words from his soul. And I feel a terrible underlying sadness, fearing that I may be setting him up for the worst pain he’s ever felt. These emotions all come out in hot tears streaming down my cheeks and I let them take over, nodding and going back down to my knees so that I can wrap my arms around Bradley’s neck and hug him close, saying “Yes Bradley, I’ll be your wife!”

I hear the applause around me and as I feel Bradley sliding the ring on my left ring finger, I turn to see that everybody seems happy. They’re all standing and clapping madly. I can’t give them any more consideration though as Bradley grips my chin, turns me back to him, and kisses me deeply and passionately. When he finally breaks the kiss, taking a moment to wipe away the hot tears still on my cheeks, he leans in and whispers, “Would you like to be alone tonight?”

I hug him tighter than I ever have and say clearly, “Yes.”

Standing up, Bradley lifts me up into his arms and says to our admiring group, “Lady, gentleman, I believe I want a night with my soon to be wife. I’m sure we’ll have our fun soon enough, but for now I would like this to be private. Please excuse us.”

As I hug Bradley and snuggle close to him, I’m not surprised to see Montana, Atticus, and Catty all head directly to the door. I am a little surprised to see Sterling joining them, and even more surprised when I see them all take a right out of the door and all head over to Atticus and Catty’s house.

Whatever. Catty can have the night she’d planned for me.

I feel my body spin and Bradley turns and carries me into the bedroom. I move up in his arms to kiss him before asking, “Bradley, how…”

My question is interrupted as he gently lowers me to the bed and starts lovingly undressing me. Each part of me that he uncovers he plasters with soft kisses, and I’m left a moaning sighing mess, feeling truly pampered as I haven’t been before. It takes him nearly a half hour just to undress me, but in that time I feel his loving caresses and kisses on the soles of my feet, the tops of my feet, my ankles, my calves, behind and on top of my knees, on my inner and outer thighs, on my ass, between my cheeks and on my pucker, in the small of my back and in my belly button, on my tummy, on the underside of my breasts, and at least a minute spent on each nipple. He kisses under each of my arms, my biceps, my forearms, my hands, and each of my fingers. He kisses the tops of my breasts, in between my breasts, and up to cover every inch of my neck. After covering my forehead, nose, chin, cheeks, ears, and lips with kisses, he finally moves down and spreads my legs wide so that he can begin kissing my other set of lips.

If I hadn’t already been under his spell, my first orgasm of the night through Bradley’s magical tongue put me there. When I’ve come back to my senses and he’s biding his time with little soft kisses to my thighs, my breath still caught in my throat, I reach down and take two handfuls of his hair and guide him up to lay atop me. After I pull his lips to mine, reveling in the taste of my recent orgasm on him, I look into his eyes and see a kind of playfulness I hadn’t seen before. Pressing my head back into the pillows I cock an eyebrow up at him and ask “What?”

His answer is straightforward and opens a hole in my consciousness that I’d rather there not be. “My little girl loves being a brat and loves taking control, but I can still make her melt whenever I want!”

My mind starts to gnaw on this thought. I’ve obviously had strong orgasms under Bradley’s hand when he’s **** me to have sex. I’ve had powerful orgasms when I took the lead role and made us cum together. And yes, he turns me into a puddle of moaning goo when he kisses me and treats me like a princess. But before I start to dive too deep into the psychological meanings of all of that I toss it aside. Male or female, man or woman, warrior fighting for my future or **** to the inevitable, it doesn’t matter right now. I want this man, and I want us both to feel good.

With a playful smirk, I catch one of his legs with mine and use the leverage to roll him over to his back. Straddling him I sit upright, direct his oh-so hard cock to my now soaking pussy, and start to ride him. Just as I’m starting to approach another orgasm Bradley reaches up to my waist and I feel him shifting his body weight. But this time, when my hands find his, I find him less than willing to follow my directions and I find ‘my turn’ done as he rolls me back over onto my back without ever sliding out of me. Moving up to his knees he lifts my ass off the bed and puts all my weight on my shoulders and my legs gripping around his waist. He easily uses the natural imbalance I have and starts pounding into me hard. I hear my own voice coming out in excited little yelps and screams as the slap slap slap sounds of our bodies crashing into each other cascade around us.

Just when I feel he can’t take me any higher, when I feel that I’m under his power and willing to scream out another orgasm given to me, everything stops. I moan out and open my eyes to see him grinning almost evilly down at me. His voice is playful but beyond frustrating as I try to move against his grip. I’m SO close!

“Who’s my brat? Who’s my little girl that wants her man to take over? Tell me!”

I close my eyes and throw my head back. I want to keep the whining, the begging, out of my voice, but it’s useless as I shout out “I’m your brat! I’m your girl! Please PLEASE take over!”

As much as I want to think of myself as a more elevated man, an intelligent person who knows the deeper soulful needs of men and women, I have to admit I may be wrong. My man does just as I beg and takes over. I thought he was in control before but when he slides out, spins me over and positions me, I learn what control is.

In mere moments I find my face buried in the pillow as he pushes my knees forward and lifts my ass up into the air. I press my arms into the bed to give myself some leverage but he’s there grabbing my arms out from under me and pulling them behind my back. With his knees kicking mine wide I’m left face down, ass up, and with no leverage whatsoever. His one hand continues to hold my wrists together behind my back while I feel him spread my cheeks and line up… but not at my wet and wanting pussy. I let out a half scream half groan as he lines up and pushes into my rear pucker, burring himself fully into me. He takes only a moment to adjust his stance before he starts pounding in and out of my ass.

I’ve had the learning aide basically training me on being full down there. I’ve had Sterling, Bradley, and Montana each in my ass. But I’ve never solely been fucked there. I feel my breasts crushed into the sheets while I struggle to breath in around the pillow and shout out my feeble attempts to make him stop. And just when I thought I couldn’t feel any more helpless I feel Bradley let go of my hip, take a handful of my hair, and lift my head up by it, making me stare at the headboard and the mirror above it.

My neck is craned making me watch Bradley’s towering form behind me, pressing, pushing, pounding into me. He pulls on me enough until my back arches and my tits lift off the bed, making my nipples drag to and fro over the silk sheets.

And while every part of me says that I should hate this, that I should hate Bradley for doing this, that I should struggle and scream and move and kick until I’m out of this humiliating, brutalizing position… I can’t. Because the **** from my ass slowly shifts and changes. It combines with the slick overwhelming pleasure from my nipples and starts to feel good.

I let the last piece go and give Bradley my complete submission. He’s taken me physically and is proving he can easily do with me what he wants, but I know he’s waiting for this last part. My willingness to give up to him. And I do. I let him be my man. I’m his girl and I don’t merely let him take over, I want him to take over. I need him to take over.

And when the orgasm hits both of us at the same time, Bradley buried deep in my ass and screaming above me, I hear my voice join his as I experience the most powerful climax of my entire life.