Five Men and a Nanny: A Reverse Harem Romance

by Jess Bentley

  “She did.”

  Tipping her head to the side, Bunny considers the large stack of papers.

  “So what’s in here? What’s new?”

  Again, I snap into lawyer mode. “The nanny sections are unchanged, as we discussed. The relationship sections outline international travel, support for maternity if that should occur, postnatal support, if needed, and of course a schedule which will have to be ad hoc because —”

  “A schedule?” she interrupts.

  I flip through the papers to the blank grid.

  “This is just a starting point, you understand. We can arrange this how you like, even arrange days off. This way every brother—”

  “Not all at once? Like yesterday?”

  I check her face to see if she is serious, and she does not seem to be laughing. She blinks those big brown eyes at me as innocently as she can, considering she had five dicks inside her yesterday.

  “Certainly, if you want to. Otherwise will we take turns? To be fair?”

  Smacking her lips, she giggles deeply. “I probably can’t do it every night. But it is a bit of a dream come true for me, you understand?”

  “You did seem pretty enthused yesterday,” I smile.

  “Mmmmmmmm, yeah,” she groans, pressing her knees together. “That was amazing. So where’s the pen?”

  I hand her the pen and she flips to the back page.

  “Are you sure? The offer to find an independent attorney to read this over for you still stands, you know.”

  She signs her name with a flourish, stabbing the paper to dot the I in her last name. Then she flips back to the chart and hovers over the square for Saturday. With a wink, she writes the name Spencer in the middle of it.

  “Does that mean we can get started today?”

  Something tightens in my chest. Instantly I’m hard for her, and the proper lawyer part of me melts into the background. I reach out for the legs of her chair and drag it across the kitchen floor until she’s close to me.

  Giggling, she climbs onto my lap, straddling my thighs with hers. She wiggles against my crotch, circling her pussy over my hard-on.

  “Is there anything in that document about what you guys have to do? Your responsibilities?”

  Her lips hover over mine, sweet and inviting. Slowly she lowers her mouth to kiss mine and I realize this is our first kiss. This is the first time, and it’s glorious. Her taste satisfies a thirst I didn’t know I had. I was so used to it, I thought that’s just how I was.

  Before I know it, my hands are in her hair, pulling her onto me, reveling in the sweet taste from her mouth. Her fingers fumble at my trousers to free my cock and then guide it inside of her. She moans loudly, filling my mouth with the vibrations.

  I want to come so badly, to drive to that bliss immediately, but I want her to come first. I move my mouth down to her nipple, biting it through the dress. Seems she’s not wearing a bra, which makes me almost nut right there. Circling my thumb over her clit, I rub faster and faster, hoping she can meet me at the same time.

  “Yeah, baby,” she moans. “You know exactly what I need. Fuck me!”

  I feel she’s close, feel her channel clasping at me, trembling on the edge of coming. She rides me mercilessly, pounding against my balls until finally I can’t stand it anymore and grab her shoulders, jamming her all the way onto my cock, tipping her back so she can take every last inch, down to my nut sack.

  Her eyes roll back in her head as she yelps, clenching her whole body in the overwhelming, electrifying orgasm. Then she slumps forward, sweating and moaning as she drapes herself over my shoulders and kisses my neck.

  Finally I can breathe, and finally my vision clears again. She is still on top of me and I feel my cum dribbling between my sticky thighs, pooling under my ass.

  “The document says we have to give you everything,” I tell her when I catch my breath, continuing where I left off. “Twenty million dollars if you should ever need to leave us. Billions if you decide to stay. And all the cock you can handle. On command. Day or night and in any combination.”

  “It really says that? Like, literally?” she yawns against my shoulder.

  “It may be the very first legal document to ever say that,” I tell her. “Anything you want, Bunny. Forever.”

  Chapter 16

  Sully

  Bunny’s eyes are wide with amazement when she realizes that this jet actually has a nursery on it.

  It wasn’t really that difficult to get a carpenter to put up a partition and paint the curved walls pink, but Bunny is positively delighted. She carries Sophia through the decorated pocket door to the nursery, cooing in her ear.

  “All your favorite toys are here, baby girl! Look at how nice all of this is! And this mural…”

  She drags her fingers along the trailing vines and elephants entangled trunk to tail. She looks at me and rolls her eyes, comically.

  “You guys are too much!” she exclaims. “And look, Sophia, it’s your favorite kind of crib too! Just bolted to the floor for safety!”

  “Of course,” I shrug. “Couldn’t have her just rolling around at altitude, could we?”

  “Oh, of course not," Bunny pouts dramatically as she straps Sophia into her bouncy chair. It seems like in the past few days, she’s gotten better at holding her head up and now all she wants to do is be mostly upright. She’s growing up so fast.

  “Well this is all pretty amazing, I have to admit. I knew private jets were something else but… This is really something else!"

  “I’d love to show you the rest of it,” I say, remembering our abbreviated but wonderful tour of the yacht in the harbor.

  “Oh… I would love for you to show me the rest of it too,” she winks. “It’s just about Sophia’s naptime anyway. I believe we will have some time to ourselves. But it’s not your day on the schedule, Sully. Did you get the shared calendar?”

  “The shared—”

  There’s a commotion behind me and I turn around to see my brothers all clambering into the cabin, jostling in an undignified way. It’s always Brock and Trey, bringing the roughhousing back in. Royce is almost forty. He wouldn’t have Trey in a headlock right now if Trey hadn’t started it. Trey brings this stuff on himself.

  “Hey!” I raise my voice. “We have a calendar? Already?"

  “I sent you the link,” Spencer shrugs as he drops his overnight bag against the wall.

  “Why didn’t you tell me?” I shoot back irritably.

  Spencer holds his hands out. “I did tell you, because I sent you the link. What do you have to complain about… you’re next anyway.”

  “Oh,” I huff. “Well, all right then.”

  “It’s okay, big guy,” Bunny says, placing her palms on my chest and rising on her toes to kiss me. “It can’t all be five at once. Not every day, okay?”

  “Yeah, I guess,” I agree grudgingly. “It’s just that all six of us are on, you know, our private jet. There’s a bed. A big one.”

  “Wait, what?” she says, looking around. “Where’s the bed?”

  “Right here,” Brock grins, touching the control in the wall to make the panel slide out. After twenty seconds of a whirring noise, a queen-size bed has slid to the middle of the floor.

  Bunny bounces on the edge, patting it with her fingers. And she leans forward to peer through the doorway at Sophia.

  “Oh, I would say she’s just about asleep. Maybe after they go through the safety regulations, we can test this bed out? That sounds like fun. Can we start the calendar tomorrow maybe?”

  Trey looks at Brock. “Yeah, okay,” Brock sighs heavily. “I’ll just go put the baby to sleep.”

  Bunny’s eyes track him as he walks past her, closing the nursery door behind him.

  “Hold on, what’s going on here? Can he just do that?”

  “Oh, yes, Brock is the best at putting people to sleep,” Trey remarks.

  I slide onto the bed next to her, wrapping my legs around her and drawing her close to m
e as she giggles.

  “Hold on,” she objects. “The flight attendant is going to be here any second!”

  “Nah, we sent her into the cockpit so we could have some privacy,” Trey replies breezily. “Spencer can always handle drink service, can’t you, Spencer?”

  “Way ahead of you,” Spencer answers as Trey closes the hatch.

  I brush the sable-colored bangs away from her eyebrows and cup her jaw in my hands, tipping her face toward mine. She kisses me gently, her tongue fluttering against my upper lip and reminding me of her mind-blowing blowjobs.

  “So we have you all to ourselves, Bunny,” I inform her. “Satisfied?"

  “Not just yet!” she teases me, brushing the tip of her nose against mine.

  The jet engine sound fills the cabin as Spencer pours champagne into flutes, placing them in the stabilizing cupholders throughout the room. Even as he does this, I feel his eyes on us as he watches me slowly undress our woman.

  She slips out of the silky floral wrap she wore to the plane, revealing a lilac bra and panty set in handmade lace. They look delicate, probably too delicate for me to take off her without destroying them.

  “These are beautiful,” I tell her.

  She bats her eyelashes at me. “Thank you,” she replies.

  “Take them off.”

  Drawing her lower lip between her teeth, she stands up from the mattress, turning slowly in place. Her fingertips drift over her perfect, smooth skin, sliding just beneath the waistband of her panties. Gently she wiggles them over her hips, then turns around to show me just the top of her ass crack, revealing it little by little as she works the panties down her thighs.

  They fall to the floor, and she slides the straps of her brassiere off her shoulders before unhooking the back closure and letting her breasts free again.

  The nursery door opens and then closes.

  “Aw, come on! I missed it!” Brock objects. “That’s what I get for putting our daughter to sleep.”

  “You can go next,” I growl at him, my eyes hungry for her. I can’t look away.

  She raises her arms over her head, brushing her fingertips against the ceiling of the cabin. When she spreads her ankles, her inner lips swell, peeking out at me and inviting me to taste her.

  My brothers are all silent as she rolls her hips slowly back and forth, enchanting us again with her form. With her calves flexed as she’s up on her toes, her legs are sculptured and lean, graceful and long.

  “Lean back a little for me, Sully, will you?” she purrs.

  I lean back and place my weight on my hands as she steps on the mattress, walking past me to straddle my face and sit on my shoulders with her cunt against my nose. Automatically I begin lapping her, fucking her with my tongue, burying my face in that sweet pussy.

  She grinds against me, and I keep my eyes open so I can look at her beautiful, frilly inner lips. They’re so delicate and pretty, I don’t want to risk damaging them, but I also want to fuck the living hell out of her.

  I suck her pussy until she comes, watching my brothers as they touch and suck at her breasts. The jet is picking up speed now, dashing down the runway. As soon as she stops quaking, I flip her over onto her back.

  “We’re almost in the air, baby,” I tell her as I take her knees and slide them over my shoulders. I open her pussy with my thumbs and fit my cock into that little hole, filling her to gagging.

  “Unnnnnnnhhhh!!” she groans as I split her with my fat dick and we climb into the air. The shift in g-force shoves her back on the mattress as I pound that beautiful pussy, my hands digging into her thighs, my need immense.

  If I didn’t have four hungry dogs watching me, I would go all afternoon with her. I would make her come over and over again, until she begged me to stop. Until her begging was too exhausting. Until her juices were gone.

  But I know they’re waiting for me to finish so they can have time with her, and I can’t just ruin her. So as soon as I feel that tantalizing whiff of orgasm, I chase it down, letting it overtake me and drag me under, until I’m shooting my load next to her on the bed.

  Rolling off her, I point at Brock. “I guess it’s you.”

  He wrinkles his nose at the puddle of my cum next to her on the mattress.

  “Well, I didn’t want to fill her to the brim for you,” I explain.

  “Oh, well, that’s big of you I guess,” he shrugs as he climbs up on top of her, brushing her hair back with his palm.

  Bunny locks her ankles behind his heaving buttocks, letting him ride her as we soar even further into the sky. All of the window shades are up and the sunlight is blaring into the cabin, filling it up with a heavenly glow.

  Bunny comes again and again, next taking Trey, and then shy, eager Spencer, and finally Royce. When we are all done, she lies there for a time on her side, stroking her own hip as she smiles and hums to herself. My brothers are scattered about the cabin, half naked, half asleep, half conscious.

  “You know, I really wasn’t joking about this being a dream come true,” she says to no one in particular, though I am probably the one most awake now.

  She rolls onto her back and opens her knees, plunging her fingers into her sopping-wet slash. I don’t see how she could stand anything else in there, but she’s riding herself, working her clit.

  As I watch, she continues to rub that little button, until she comes again, shuddering and moaning.

  It’s amazing to me that she has this much endurance. With her affection for Sophia, and the way she has found a way to accommodate each of us, I think we finally found her. I think we have finally found our perfect woman.

  Chapter 17

  Bunny

  Dahlia finally sent me some all-caps texts wondering what was going on. So I started taking pictures of everything, every day, finding that taking pictures of a baby is really fun. I always wondered why people would Instagram an animal that hardly changes so much. I mean, one baby is pretty much like every other baby, right?

  I was completely wrong.

  Sophia is different every single day. She learns something new all the time. This week, she learned she likes apricots, but not carrots. She learned how to push a toy from one hand and pick it up with the other. It’s like I can see her figuring out the whole world in real time, from the very beginning. It’s magic.

  So now I send Dahlia about a dozen pictures a day. Sophia making a sour face. Sophia laughing with her mouth open. Sophia sort of, kind of sitting up but really just temporarily balanced on her butt and leaning forward. She’s still too young for that.

  But I can’t wait! And I’ll get to see it when it happens!

  What I should do is send Dahlia a thank you card or something. Maybe some roses. I definitely owe her my gratitude, maybe I owe August even more than her. But at the same time, I’m not sure I could even explain it to either of them and I’m not ready to try yet.

  But I’m still mad. She certainly didn’t seem to believe this was something I was going to be good at when August suggested I take the interviews. That hurt my feelings. So I guess I am not ready to say thank you just yet, the way that I should.

  But I did get to send my mother roses on her birthday, and I bought my dad some kind of football access package for his DirecTV thing. He was pretty excited about that. And for me, there have been shoes, real designer dresses, real sunglasses.

  It’s hard to get used to spending money, though. When I got my first paycheck direct deposited into my bank, I instantly had more money than I have ever had at one time. And that was just one paycheck! Craziness!

  It’s hard to go from budgeting for twenty-five-cent packages of ramen all the way to spending a hundred dollars on a single pair of panties and not thinking about it. It hurts my stomach.

  But so far, every pair of panties is practically a single-use item. I have to buy them all the time because the guys think they are fun to rip off. They have no respect for handmade silk and lace. To them, the panties are just the wrappers on a piece of candy.


  My cell chimes, telling me which brother to expect today. I set up the calendars so that it tells me first thing in the morning, and then I know how to prepare.

  Royce likes to sleep over, snoring beside me in my bed with Sophia asleep in the next room. He sleeps in pajama bottoms, like a dad. He likes me to rest my head on his shoulder.

  Spencer likes to sleep over too, probably even more than Royce. He likes to wrap both of his arms around me and hold me all night, like a stuffed animal.

  Sully prefers that I come to his suite, and he really likes it when I do some kind of performance for him. Show him something I’ve bought, or dance for him, or strip. He is an excellent audience. But when it gets late, he begins to fret about the next day’s work. He says he can’t sleep if I am there, because he’s worried he’s disturbing me. Kind of a paradox, but I think one day we will get through it.

  Today, It’s Brock and Trey… both. At first, Brock and Trey liked to meet in the mornings. Then maybe again later in the day. But now, they have been talking about consolidating their days, so they could both be with me two days in a row. We’ve talked about going to Mexico for the weekend. I’m just waiting for my passport to arrive.

  When Sophia goes down for her nap, I shoot Trey and Brock a quick text to let them know I’m free.

  Baby is asleep. I need u now!

  In moments, I hear my front door softly open. I’m sure they’re being quiet, not wanting to wake the baby. She’s only sleeping about forty-five minutes at a time this week, so everything can go sideways if we disturb her. That’s another thing I didn’t know about babies: they change their minds about how long they like to nap every few days or so.

  But for now, she’s sleeping soundly so I can get my groove on, guilt free. I lean back on the bed, ankles crossed, waiting for my bedroom door to open. Brock and Trey come in, anxious as high schoolers. They look me up and down with hunger in their eyes.

  “That’s beautiful,” Brock smiles. “Is that a new one?”

  I pluck the hem of the sheer nightie I’m wearing, holding it away from my thigh. Trey’s eyes immediately dart to my sex, and I’m not wearing any panties.