A Most Pleasureable Offer Ch. 07

Aldult erotic stories A Most Pleasureable Offer Ch. 07 by xwriter85

It had been weeks of bright, sunny days, but their luck took a turn as rain poured down on the windows. Hannah sighed, feeling disappointed at the sight. Initially, the sound of rain was calming, especially as Paris, Cole and Xander were all out for business and she was left on her own. She didn’t mind, though, as she planned on spending the morning in the library. But as she searched for a new book to read, the rain seemed to dampen her plans.

Hannah had just finished reading Alice in Wonderland and was browsing through the library’s selection of books when she came across a peculiar collection. These books had no titles on their spines, piquing her curiosity. She picked one off the shelf and was immediately taken aback by the cover. A woman, completely nude, lay sprawled over a bed, with her eyes closed and mouth slightly open. Hannah’s fingers traced over the woman’s open mouth, wondering if she looked the same way after experiencing an orgasm.

In a trance, she settled onto a comfortable couch and draped a blanket over herself, completely engrossed in the book. It was filled with vivid descriptions of various sexual encounters; with multiple men and even a woman. The words were raw and almost overwhelming, but Hannah couldn’t put it down. Despite having experienced many of the acts described, reading about them on paper brought a whole new level of excitement.

An interruption came when a servant entered with lunch, causing Hannah to jump in surprise. Hastily, she turned the cover of the book over, feeling embarrassed. It was ironic, she thought, that she was feeling shame for reading a smutty book when she was engaging in those very acts throughout the house.

As she ate her lunch with one hand, Hannah finished the book. But even when it was over, she remained in the library, still alone. It was torturous being by herself. Paris had made it clear that she was not allowed to pleasure herself when alone, but she hadn’t paid much attention. After all, with three men around, why would she need to? But now, all she could think about was how wet and achy she was. Just one touch and they would never know, she thought. But Paris and Xander were perceptive, and she knew they would catch on.

Sighing, Hannah got up. She was restless now and needed to move. She returned the book to its spot, noting there were five other nameless titles next to the open space. A quick look confirmed her suspicions: they were all of a similar theme.

The rain was still pouring, so a walk was out of the question. She could watch a movie, but she knew sitting down wouldn’t be an option. Finally, like an addict who thinks they can take just one puff of a cigarette and be fine, Hannah went to find Paris. She only wanted to see him, she told herself.

The door to the office was open but Hannah knocked anyway, fidgeting slightly as Paris, Xander, and Cole all looked up at her. They sat around a round desk, laptops and papers strewn atop it.

“Hannah,” Paris looked up with a smile. “You’re a pleasant sight to see. Everything okay?”

“Yep,” she responded. “I, um, just wanted to see if you needed anything.”

She shifted on her feet, aware of the ache between her legs. Any one of the men would have satisfied her current state but now, seeing them all together, Hannah wanted all of them. She felt so foolish, not being able to wait the few more hours it would take for them to finish their work.

“Sorry, I should let you get back to work.”

“Nonsense, sweetheart. We’re always happy to see you. Much better to look at than these dreary numbers.” Cole winked.

Hannah smiled back at him but it only increased her inner turmoil. She turned to leave, needing to escape before she threw herself at the men and they thought her a fool.

“Hannah.” It was Xander’s voice, calm but stern. She turned back to face him, swallowing hard. “You’re lying, Hannah. Keep it up and I’ll take you over my knee for a spanking.”

“Xander!” Cole’s voice was loud as he admonished him.

But Xander wasn’t chastised. “Please, do you see the blush on her face? Her nipples almost poking right through the material of her dress? Hannah’s intrigued at the suggestion, not scared.”

It was true. A spanking was meant to be a punishment, but she had enough experience with these men to know they were capable of turning anything into a sensual delight.

“Regardless, we can discuss that later,” said Paris. “But Hannah, Xander is right. You need to tell us what you need so we can help you. Please,” he added softer.

Hannah couldn’t take it anymore. The new suggestion, the sight of all the men, so studious, their focus only on her. She covered her face and began to speak. The words came out in a rush. If she stopped to think of them, she would never be able to continue.

“I was reading this book in the library. I found it by accident, and it was full of sex. I couldn’t stop reading, and all it made me do was think about you three. What you do to me, what you make me feel. I sat there, trying so hard to wait until you were finished work, but I’m so horny, and I don’t know what to do.”

A deafening silence engulfed her words. Slowly, Hannah slipped her hands from her face, unsure if any of her words were heard. As she blinked, she saw three men, their mouths all agape. As her words sunk into understanding, their looks all turned as one. They were men one moment and in the next, they were wolves, looking at Hannah as if she was prey they were about to devour.

As if in slow motion, they left their chairs. Cole closed his laptop as if on autopilot; Xander’s knuckles were white as he gripped the table to stand. One minute they were hard at work and the next they were next to Hannah, determination clear across all their faces.

It was Paris who reached her first. He swept her up and before she could register his movements, Hannah’s head was dangling over Paris’s back. He placed a hand on her ass to steady her as he stalked with her up the stairs, Cole and Xander hot on their heels.

Inside their bedroom, Paris deposited Hannah on the bed, slipping off her thin dress as he did so. They all took a minute to look down at her and she swallowed hard at the lust in their eyes. By now, Hannah was no stranger to being naked around them. Every day for the past two weeks, she had been with at least one of her men, and more often than not, two or all three of them at the same time. But it was still intoxicating to be so exposed.

Waiting just long enough for Hannah to get her bearings, Paris was quickly on her. His head delved into the apex of her thighs, and Hannah almost screamed at the pleasant assault. Paris was always attentive to her, always did his best to build her up, but this time, his tongue on her pussy was the first point of contact between the two.

Her hips bucked into his mouth and he placed his hands, so strong, on her thighs to hold her in place.

“Fuck, you’re soaking wet, Hannah,” he gasped, before beginning his assault again. His tongue dove into her pussy, fucking her, before moving back to her clit, lapping at the bundle of nerves as he drove her higher and higher into the throes of pleasure.

Hannah moaned again, unable to connect her brain with her mouth, and then even those moans were muffled as Cole’s mouth found hers. His tongue lapped at hers, almost in tangent with Paris’s tongue below.

Cole’s hands stroked her hair, gently moving it out of her face. The compassion in his actions would have undone Hannah, if she weren’t so aware of everything else happening to her body.

Lying on her back, her legs open to Paris, gave Xander the opportunity to lavish her breasts with attention. He suckled on each nipple, then grazed his teeth over them. She arched her back at the sensation but he gently pushed her shoulders back onto the bed. There were no restraints, but the hard bodies of the three men firmly told her who was in charge.

Her mouth, her breasts, her pussy: all were getting the attention they so desperately needed. It wasn’t a coordinated affair, as each man worked on his own, but together, the sensations brought Hannah skyrocketing into an orgasm. Paris sucked on her clit just as Xander pinched one nipple and bit onto the other. Cole muffled her moans with his mouth, and she held on to one of Cole’s shoulders and one of Xander’s as she came, a massive mess of wetness and incomprehensible noises.

It wasn’t enough.

Whether it was the words she had just read or the knowledge of their proven capabilities, Hannah rolled to her side, gathering her wits. All three had given her exactly what she wanted, so why was she still unsatisfied?

A loud smack brought Hannah to her senses. She tried to understand where the sound had come from and then her eyes popped open as she registered the sting on her ass. She gasped and was about to protest but the sting turned into a warmth that spread through her body, still quivering from her orgasm.

Another slap landed on her other ass cheek and she rode out the waves of pain and pleasure before looking up to see Xander, his eyes laser-focused on her, expecting an explanation.

“I want more,” she whispered. Her throat was raw, she realized, from her moans and gasps. “Please, I want more. I want,” she swallowed. “I want all of you.”

“Absolutely nobody is going to protest that declaration, sweetheart,” Cole said. He smoothed her sweat-laced hair from her head and engulfed her in a strong embrace. Hannah rolled with him until Cole was on his back, and she was lying on top of him. His chest was so hard. She hadn’t even realized her men had gotten naked; she had been so focused on her own needs.

“You don’t mind settling that exquisite pussy on my dick, now do you sweetheart?” Cole winked at her, and she smiled. She always felt so safe in Cole’s arms. It wasn’t just that he was so muscular. It was that he was so genuine, and she knew he would always put himself between Hannah and any danger.

Complying with his request, Hannah positioned herself. She slid down until Cole’s cock was trapped between them. Slowly, she rocked, loving how Cole moaned when she did so. He was content to let her go at her own pace, which she appreciated. Despite her proclamation, she was still overly sensitive, and the slight reprieve allowed her body to relax and then prime itself again.