Hannah is still sprawled out on the bed catching her breath from the barrage of cocks, dildos, and vibrators we’ve thrown at her. Oscar has removed her leash, collar, and shirt, so she is completely naked now, and I drink in every inch of her. She is slim and delicate and looks so soft, it’s stunning to me that such a small body could crave such constant punishment. Her modest breasts heave on her chest, slowly rising and quickly falling as she fills her exhausted lungs with air. I have a clear view of the tattoo that I glimpsed in the shower now, just above her heart is a red dragon coiled in a circle devouring its tail, like an Ouroboros, but I was pretty positive an Ouroboros was a snake, not a dragon.
But now isn’t the time for a lesson on ancient mythology, I’m going to teach Hannah how I like to be pleasured. Oscar is already done undressing himself and is positioning himself over the exhausted girl’s face as he unceremoniously plops his semi-hard cock onto her cheek. Half-awake, Hannah’s tongue lolls out of her mouth to grope at Oscar’s well-manicured ballsack. He moans in pleasure and threads his fingers through the girl’s red mane of hair. Seeing as the audience is absorbed in the show, I take the opportunity to slip to the far side of the bed and draw the curtains shut so I can undress. My clothes are too tight for me to give an attractive striptease, so I let the crowd enjoy Hannah and my husband for a while before I add myself to the mix.
I hear Hannah gag as I finish folding my pants and place them neatly on an anachronous bedside table. I push the curtains aside just in time to see Oscar feeding Hannah his stiff cock and she hungrily tries to devour it whole. Once again, I find myself shocked by the amount of punishment this girl is not only able but willing to take. But no matter how hard she tries, there’s just no way Oscar is going to be able to fit down her throat, not in this position at least.
“Hey,” I tap Oscar on the shoulder, “let’s take it easy on the poor girl for a bit before we ramp things up. Go on and make her feel a bit loved.” I dart my eyes toward the foot of the bed. Oscar flashes a frown, eating pussy isn’t his favorite, not because he doesn’t like pleasuring me, but because he’s always second-guessing his technique. Frankly, I love it when he goes down on me – he’s good at it – but the poor thing tends to overthink and doesn’t realize his natural talent for making me come with his tongue, and that just because something comes easy doesn’t mean it lacks value.
Oscar positions himself between Hannah’s legs and wraps his arms around her legs. Until now, it hadn’t dawned on me the size difference between the two. Oscar isn’t that tall, but he has a stout, stocky build; his bicep is about the same size as the meatiest part of Hannah’s thigh. He lovingly places a few kisses on either side of the awaiting pink flower and teases her with a few glancing blows from his tongue. I find myself incredibly aroused by watching his technique in action and I feel a warm torrent beginning to gush between my legs. Hannah turns her head slightly and notices for the first time that I am completely naked. Her eyes slowly scan me from head to toe and she licks her lips like a hungry animal. She beckons me over with a curled finger. I obey.
I bend over to kiss Hannah and my lips practically melt into her soft pillowy mouth. She grabs me by the back of the head and pulls me toward her as she thrusts her tongue into the back of my throat. Instinctively, my tongue darts out to meet hers and she lets out a low moan which rumbles on my lips. After a few moments, we break from our kiss, and I let my tongue slowly slide out, drinking in the soft textures of her lips.
I straddle Hannah’s face and feel her balmy breath teasing my crotch. I hover my hips just over her awaiting pink lips. Her tongue flicks out playfully and barely glances between my legs sending a shiver through my entire body. I attempt to tease her by returning her blow by lightly thrusting my hips forward, leaving a wet trail from Hannah’s chin to the tip of her nose, but it feels too good and I succumb to the urge to thrust her lips against mine. A gasp escapes my lips as her tongue encircles my clit, it’s similar to Oscar’s technique, and I wonder if she’s just mimicking what she’s feeling between her legs. It’s like a sexy little game of telephone.
Oscar continues to telegraph those wonderful little movements through our red-headed sex slave until she coaxes a shivering climax and I nearly suffocate her between my thighs as they quake with unrestrained ecstasy.
A pair of large hands sink themselves into my waist and lift me off Hannah’s chest before placing me down on her drenched lap. Oscar gently places his hand on the back of my neck and guides me forward until Hannah and my faces are practically touching. Her lips are slick with my juices. My tongue traces a slow path up from her chin before plunging between her lips. At the same time, Oscar presses himself deep inside me and I pass a moan into Hannah’s mouth. His cock burns through my entire body. I immediately start perspiring and I clench tight to never let him go. Tragically, after a few pumps, I feel him fully exit, and then a moment later, Hannah passes a moan back to me.
Hannah and I embrace each other tightly as Oscar dances between us until he comes to a throbbing climax inside of me. After a few final sopping wet thrusts, I feel my husband roll off to the side so as not to crush little Hannah under the weight of the two exhausted adults. I roll off to the other side of Hannah and we all lay together staring upwards at the black canopy of the bed and I let my mind bathe in the blissful aftermath of my first threesome.
A warm, wet sensation between my legs wakes me up from my daze. I take in my surroundings, completely unaware of how much time has passed since I nodded off. The crowd at the window is gone except for the one young man who put up a vocal bid to fuck Hannah when she was bound on the dungeon floor. A muffled grunt directs my attention downwards to the source of the warmth. Oscar is standing at the foot of the bed, one hand gripping the back of Hannah’s beck as he rubs her face in my pussy. As I prop myself up on my elbows for a better view, Hannah’s head pops up gasping for air, her mouth smeared with a mixture of Oscar and my ejaculate.
Hannah lays naked watching us with admiration as we get back into our clothes, a satisfied smirk widening across her face as she relives the evening. The curtain to the room has been drawn shut. The credits have rolled, special thanks exchanged. When Oscar and I are sure that we haven’t forgotten anything, we join Hannah on the bed.
“That was something else,” Hannah says to neither of us in particular. “Would y’all want to make this a regular thing?”
It’s a thought that hasn’t yet crossed my mind. The whole idea of coming to The Parade in the first place was risky business. Sleeping with someone who knew who I was downright reckless. But looking past all the dangerous and downright stupid decisions that led us to this point, I don’t think I’ve felt as alive in the past few years as I have in the past couple of hours. Hannah has to know that. There’s nothing safe about what we just did, and if word of this ever got out, it would mean the end of my career, and my life in this city. Oscar and I would have to move across the country and change our identities. No way in my right mind could I possibly put our livelihood at risk for that.
“Hannah,” I stand beside the bed and look down into those big, eager eyes. And I give her my answer.
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