A Most Pleasureable Offer Ch. 07
The past couple of weeks were filled with sunshine, but that day the luck ran out. Huge amounts of rain hit the windows and Hannah sighed, looking at the downpour. At first, she enjoyed the sounds of the rain. Paris, Cole, and Xander were all busy with work leaving her alone, which was fine because she wanted to spend the morning at the library. But then she realized she needed a new book to read.
Reading had always been her favorite way to pass the time, and she skimmed through the library's shelves. There were books on various genres, but it was tough to pick just one. She was about to select a mystery, but a group of books caught her eye. They had no titles on their spines, which was intriguing, so she grabbed one, and gasped upon seeing the cover.
There, in black and white, was a naked woman lying on a bed with wrinkled sheets. She had her eyes closed but her mouth was open, looking like she had just experienced an orgasm. Hannah ran her finger over the O-shape, wondering if she looked the same way.
As if in a trance, she headed to a comfy couch and placed a blanket over her before opening the book. The book was full of sex. With several men and even a woman. The text was harsh and intense, yet she couldn't put it down. Although she had participated in most of the activities mentioned in the book, reading it made them much more thrilling.
When the servant arrived with lunch, Hannah jolted, quickly hiding the cover of her book. Both of them apologized, and if she hadn't been so caught up in her fantasy, Hannah would have seen the humor in being embarrassed about reading a raunchy book while engaging in similar activities around the house.
After polishing off her lunch, Hannah finished the book. She felt hungry but knew she had to eat. She was alone, and it felt agonizing.
Being alone came with a rule; she wasn't allowed to touch herself. Paris had stated this at the start, but she didn't care; she had three men around her, so she didn't need to masturbate. But now, it was just the two hours until they finished working, and the ache between her legs was insufferable. She tried telling herself it wouldn't take just one touch to satisfy her, but she knew Paris and Xander were clever enough to notice.
Cautiously she stood, needing to get up and move instead of staying in the library. When she returned the book to its place, she saw that there were five other title-less books next to it. The covers of all were similar in theme.
It was still pouring outside, so a walk was out of the question. Instead, she thought of watching a movie, but sitting down wasn't possible; her legs were shaking. Finally, making a decision like an addict taking one puff of a cigarette, she went to find Paris. All she wanted was to see him, she told herself.
The door to the office was open and she knocked, shifting nervously before the three men looked up at her. They sat around a round table, laptops and papers scattered on the table.
"Hannah! You look lovely. Everything okay?" Paris said, smiling at her.
"Yep," she replied. "Um, I just wanted to see if you guys needed anything."
She fidgeted and was aware of the ache between her legs. Any one of the men would have helped her, but when she saw them together, she wanted them all. She felt like a fool, not being able to handle the few more hours.
"Sorry, I'll let you get back to work."
"Hold on, sweetheart." Xander said in a composed tone. "You're lying, Hannah. If you keep it up, I'll give you a spanking."
"Xander!" Cole said loudly.
But Xander didn't stop. "Look at her face! The blush! Her nipples are almost visible through her dress. Hannah, you're turned on by the idea of a spanking. You're not scared."
Hannah's cheeks turned red, but she wasn't afraid. She knew that Paris and the others could turn anything into a sensual experience.
"If you say so," replied Paris, softer, but she was still confused.
"Well, we can discuss that later," Paris added later. "But, Hannah, you need to tell us what you need so we can help you. Please."
Hannah couldn't stand it anymore. The new idea, the sight of all the men, so focused, their attention solely on her. She covered her face and started talking. The phrases came out in a mess. If she stopped thinking about them, she would never be able to continue.
"I was reading this book in the library. I found it by accident and it was packed with sex. It kept me going, and all it did was make me think about you three. What you do to me, what you make me feel. I sat there, trying so hard to endure until you were done working, but I'm so aroused, and I don't know how to deal."
A deafening silence surrounded her words. Gradually, Hannah took her arms from her face, unsure if any of her words were comprehended. As she shook her head, she saw three men, their mouths all gaping. Once their understanding set in, their looks all aligned. They were men one second and the next they were wolves, looking at Hannah as if she were prey they were about to devour.
As if in slow motion, they got up from their seats. Cole closed his laptop as though on autopilot; Xander's knuckles were white as he gripped the table to stand. One moment they were hard at work, and the next they were right next to Hannah, certainty obvious on all their faces.
It was Paris who approached her first. He picked her up and, before she could feel his movements, Hannah's head was swinging over Paris's back. He placed a hand on her ass to maintain her balance as he climbed the stairs with her, Cole and Xander closely behind them.
Within their bedroom, Paris put Hannah on the bed, taking off her thin dress along with it. They all took a second 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 even more frequently with two or all three of them. But it was still thrilling to be so vulnerable.
Waiting just long enough for Hannah to gather herself, Paris was immediately on her. His head plunged into the junction of her legs and Hannah almost yelled from the surprising attack. Paris was always careful with her, always endeavored to build her up, but this time, his tongue on her pussy was the first point of contact.
Her hips shoved into his mouth and he positioned his hands, so strong, on her thighs to secure her in place.
"Holy fuck, you're drenched, Hannah," he gasped, before resuming his assault. His tongue fucked her pussy, then shifted to her clit, licking at the bundle of nerves as he pushed her higher and higher into the throes of pleasure.
Hannah moaned again, incapable of connecting her mind with her mouth and then even those moans were dismissed by Cole's mouth covering hers. His tongue lapped at hers, almost in unison with Paris's tongue below.
Cole's hands knotted in her hair, shielding it from her face. The compassion in his actions would have melted her, if she weren't so embroiled in everything else happening to her body.
Lying on her back, her thighs spread for Paris, presented Xander with the chance to lavish attention on her breasts. He sucked each nipple and then grazed his teeth over them. She arched her back at the sensation, but he gently pressed her shoulders back onto the bed. There were no shackles, yet the solid bodies of the three men told her who was in charge.
Her mouth, her breasts, her pussy: all garnered their share of attention. It wasn't an organized affair, as each man worked independently, but simultaneously, the sensations sent Hannah soaring into an orgasm. Paris sucked on her clit as Xander bit each nipple while Cole caressed her breasts with his mouth, and she clung to Cole's shoulder and Xander's as she came, a slick, messy uproar of pleasure.
But it wasn't enough.
Why was she still dissatisfied, despite everything?
A loud smack drew her attention. She tried to discern the source of the sound and then her eyes fluttered open when she felt the sting on her ass. She gasped and was about to object but the warmth that spread over her body after the sting calmed her down.
Another smack landed on the other ass cheek and she breathed through the mixture of pain and pleasure before looking up to meet Xander's steady gaze.
"I want more," she whimpered. Her throat was worn out, she realized, from her moans and gasps. "Please, I want more. I want..." she gulped. "I want all of you." [Genre]: Erotic Fiction [Topic]: Men's Attention on a Woman, Sexual Hunger
Nobody will complain about that statement, darling," Cole said. He brushed her hair-covered head and carefully wrapped her in a strong hug. Hannah moved with him until Cole was below, and she was on top of him. His chest was so strong. She didn't even realize her men had stripped; she was so engrossed in her desires.
"You don't mind placing that gorgeous pussy on my dick, do you sweetheart?" Cole tempted, and she was amused. She always felt so safe in Cole's arms. It wasn't just his strength. It was his genuineness, and she knew he would always shield Hannah from potential harm.
As instructed, Hannah adjusted her position. She slid down until Cole's cock was caught between them. She slowly moved, satisfied by Cole's soft moan. He was content to allow her pace, which she appreciated. Despite her claims, her body was still hypersensitive, and the brief reprieve enabled her body to relax before preparing for another burst.
While Cole groped her hips, Hannah understood his signal. She moved herself better and in sync, causing a shared groan between them as his cock penetrated her.
They were left alone for a brief moment. Paris and Xander knelt on the bed close by, and Hannah felt their gaze on her as she went higher so just the tip of Cole's cock was inside her, then moving back down to fill her once more.
Cole's hands emerged to lift her whorlierated breasts, caressing them tenderly as she whiled away her time on his cock, pivoting her hips for maximum enjoyment.
Behind her, Paris's palms smoothed up her back, tracing her spine as he did so. She caught goosebumps across her skin. His lips brushed her upper neckline before stroking her collarbone and up to her ear. His nipples stiffened, and she shivered from the combination of sensations.
"You're so uncomfortably sexy, Hannah," he nearly whispered into her ear. "Enjoying yourself with Cole. Letting us witness this. And that honey from your pussy tastes phenomenal,"
His words went straight to her core, and she tightly clenched Cole's chest with her hands, unable to fight as he withdrew from her just enough to hit her clitoris.
Paris's palms glided down her back. This time, he squeezed her waist, poising her to meet Cole's body. Catherine suspected where this was leading, but she wasn't sure until she felt Paris's hand land on her backside. It wasn't as harsh as Xander's but still had that familiar heat running through her body.
"Good God, man," Cole grunted. "Your pussy clamps down on my dick like a crazy woman when you do that!"
Paris smacked her again, and Hannah's pussy responded by tightening around Cole's cock. Another powerful groan escaped him.
She should have been surprised by their behavior. She should have yelled at them. However, when she observed their non-angry expressions, Hannah understood that she was safe and that their actions didn't match the traditional connotations of violence. They solely wanted to enhance the experience for everyone—to please each other.
Sandwiched between Cole and Paris, the familiar sensation of lube was applied to her ass. Paris, perpetually thoughtful, took his time in preparing her. One man slowed his movements, allowing Catherine to catch her breath and prepare.
When Paris's prick touched her back passage, Hannah almost shouted in protest. She knew he would fit from experience, but it still seemed unlikely with Cole penetrating her from the front. But she kept quiet, simply uttering quiet moans as Paris inched his way in.
Paris's hand delved into Catherine's backside, and his entrance was lighter than Xander's. But there was no denying the accustomed warmth inciting through her body.
The sudden penetration caused an involuntary sigh to escape her lips. Cole, breathing heavily, grabbed hold of her arms. When Paris's cock bottomed out inside of her, Catherine clenched her teeth. Cole began moving, causing half of himself to leave her before speeding in rapidly again.
Her eyes sprang open as a mysterious hand cupped her face.
"The pleasure's almost unreal, incredible," Xander whispered. He knelt down next to her, gripping his own cock with one hand. She did not object and leaned back, opening her mouth to meet him.
There she was, with all three men's cocks inside of her. It was overpowering; incredible; phenomenal.
Unable to make a decision or consider how to react, Hannah let them each use her. Cole powered into her, then, upon retreating, Paris plunged deeper into her ass.
Paris laced his fingers around Hannah's face, holding her gently but assertively. Her hair was tousled, and he wound it in his hands, tilting her mouth upward to accept more of him.
Every nerve in her body quivered. Each nerve was impacted by her surroundings. She felt waves of pleasure wash over her, described as being in ecstasy. Her breasts swiped against Cole, her enflamed nipples scraping against him.
Every time Cole plunged into her, her clit got rubbed even more, while the pressure in her butt amplified her body's vitality.
Groaning around Xander's member, saliva dripping off her chin, Hannah squeezed Cole's torso, requiring something stable to cling onto.
As her groans intensified, Paris quickened his pace, already punishing both men, and Cole synchronized his rhythm.
"Darling," Cole puffed. "You're fucking remarkable," he grunted while thrusting passionately into her.
"So good," Paris reiterated.
"Go deeper, little one," urged Xander and Hannah loosened her throat, accepting him deeper than ever before. She was met with a primal groan, deep and resonant.
Recognizing she had such an impact on them, Hannah encountered a chaotic orgasm. Her body was bewildered; it disintegrated. She clenched Cole; sealed her mouth around Xander's cock.
Vaguely, she perceived harder penetrations from Cole and Paris, felt the wetness proliferate within her as it oozed out of her. Xander clutched her head, his essence splattering the back of her throat. She endeavored to swallow but her body refused, splattering out of her mouth, accumulating between her breasts.
Her concluding thought was of profound satisfaction. She had conveyed her needs, her desires, and they had responded. They had executed precisely how Hannah had conjured them up, thus empowering her to succumb into the deepest slumber conceivable.
"Slow down, little one." Xander's words were too tranquilizing, however, and her eyelashes weighed heavily, ready to close.
Hannah felt herself lifted off the bed, cognizant only of entering the shower when the warm water enveloped her.
She mumbled a complaint.
"Hush, Hannah. Let us cleanse you. Then you can snooze." Paris's words were also reassuring and she rested her head on his shoulder as he scrubbed their fluids off her.
"It's not nighttime yet," she mumbled.
"True, but this is nap time, darling," Cole affirmed in her ear.
Hannah dawdled in and out of sleep, aware only of small nuances. The soft fluffiness of a towel as Cole dried her hair, the comfort of the blankets as Paris tucked her in.
A kiss, another, and then another, on her forehead.
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