The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

Quinn was strong enough, he could have drawn blood had he spanked me hard enough. Knowing I was getting fifty, I prepared myself to use my safe word for the first time. He surprised me. He knew just how hard to spank, where to spank, how often to spank, to keep me from using ‘Adriana’. Don’t get me wrong, it hurt like hell, and I knew my ass was red and it would be hard sitting for some time, but I never got close to using my safe words.

“Good girl,” Quinn said, standing me up when he was done and kissing me on the cheek. “Not bad for your first serious spanking.”

I thought it was over but he shoved his fingers in my simmering slit, and I orgasmed again, I was so close to a climax. Didn’t my pussy know I’d just been spanked? How could I have cum so easily? My pussy didn’t answer, except by dripping juice down my leg.

He bent me back over his lap and gave me five more, and I was that close to cumming a second time.

The three low ranking wolves and I cleaned up the kitchen. Quinn was busy doing something else. I didn’t know what else. We joined him on his deck, taking advantage of the still warm weather. Quinn had set up four seats so they were looking at a fifth seat. Quinn directed me to sit in the single seat, and the other three to sit facing me.

Quinn handed me a medium to large sized cucumber. Uh oh, I didn’t like where this was going. Sure enough, his next words were exactly what I anticipated.This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Masturbate for us with this cucumber. Put on a good show. You have to keep moving the cucumber, no matter what. You will be punished if you cum some more.”

Quinn had a seat with the others and leaned back in his chair, a huge smile on his face.

I eased the cucumber in, I was oh, so very close to cumming. I kept it moving, but I kept it slow, hoping not to orgasm again. My bottom was still red and sore. My fluids soon coated the vegetable, my pussy cream leaving streaks of white. I watched the thick vegetable sliding in and out of my pussy, fascinated that somehow, I was fucking myself with a cucumber, of my own volition, even if not my desire. It was somehow deviant enough that I enjoyed it.

“Raise your eyes and look at us,” Quinn said.

I looked up. All three men were hard. Brigitte was rubbing her breasts and pussy. Now I was as excited by the view of the four of them enjoying my show, as I was with what the fuck I was doing. I was getting close to another orgasm, and I tried to slow down some more.

“No slower,” Quinn ordered, and I sped up to my previous speed.

“Please let me cum, Master,” I begged.

“I think not, slut,” Quinn said.

A couple minutes later, I orgasmed despite my straining not to, unable to hold back any longer. The next one came even faster. I was losing control.

Quinn got up and stepped behind me. “I’m putting a blindfold on you now,”

“Yes, Sir,” I panted. I didn’t need to see to fuck myself with a cucumber. He put on the blindfold, and I was in darkness. He put his hands on my breasts, fondling them, pinching my puckered nipples.

“Imagine yourself in a big room,” Quinn said. “You’re no longer masturbating for four friends. The room is filling up with people, strangers, people you’ve never met before. They wonder what possessed the woman on the stage to start masturbating, with a vegetable, no less, not one of a hundred dildos or vibrators, but a vegetable. Every orgasm you have, your cunt is going to squeeze down on it, turning it to mush. You can see them, ten, twenty, fifty, a hundred people taking a seat as you fuck yourself in front of them.”

I orgasmed again, and the next one wasn’t far off.

“You hear a man say, ‘Miss Huppert, they’re setting up the cameras now. Soon, you’ll be the next star on our website, ‘Depraved Sluts Fucking Themselves with Vegetables.’ A hundred thousand people have signed up for your porno debut.’ You can hear the cameras setting up, ‘Action’, you hear the director say, and you know you’re performance is going out to a hundred thousand people, all watching you stretch your pussy with a cucumber.”

I orgasmed again, then again, faster, and another time, unable to stop now, my body shaking as I slammed the cucumber in and out of my cunt. It was turning mushy, getting softer as my cunt’s contractions squeezed the poor thing.

“Fuck, Master! Please let me cum. Let me stop. Please, sir.”

“Not yet, Slut.”

“Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God. Please, Sir.”

There was no answer, and I orgasmed so hard on the mushy cuke, I broke it in two, losing half of it in my pussy. At the same time, I felt men cumming on me, their hot sperm squirting on my body, accompanied by manly grunts. The other two wolves had moved close to me while Quinn was whispering in my ear.

Quinn laughed and retrieved the other half from my pussy, soaked with my cum and cucumber juice. Matt had to lick me clean again, and their cum was all over my body, and I climaxed two more times without Quinn’s permission.

I’d earned another forty-five swats to my sore derrière, which he also gave in front of the others. Again, knowing just how much to apply to keep me from using my safe word, reading me like a book. What’s worse, is during my spanking, I climaxed again, earning another five. My pussy was not listening to my ass at all.

Quinn had Conor fuck me with a sore ass. It was the first time I got permission to cum today, and it was needed as I climaxed five more times from Conor’s fucking, even with him pounding against my sore bottom. Sore or not, I was a firecracker, ready to explode, and someone had lit the fuse, just like last night. Then I had to lick Brigitte’s pussy while Matt fucked me, glad to still have permission to cum. I licked off both their cocks, already hard again, as was Quinn’s. They scented a bitch in heat, and it was me. Master sent me to the showers to wash the sex stink off, taking of the leather cuffs and collar first, replacing them when I finished, then I was allowed to lie down and take a nap before lunch. With the lack of sleep last night and the exhausting round of orgasms, I needed it. I dropped off easily.

I was awakened by Quinn licking my pussy, a lovely way to wake up. Once awake, Brigitte joined us and she licked me as Quinn made love to me, fucking me from behind and prone, sliding deep while playing with my breasts. Man, could that wolf fuck, and together, oh my! We cleaned each other off after he orgasmed, once again filling me with his cream.

Thank goodness, I had his permission to orgasm, but it scared me. All morning long, I hadn’t gotten permission to cum, and been smacked over a hundred times, (That’s over twenty orgasms for anyone keeping count) but all permitted since my last spanking. Since I didn’t expect to get away with no more spanking today, I wondered if he was saving it for later, like when we went out to eat. He wouldn’t spank me in a restaurant, would he?

Quinn let me sleep longer than planned, and the others had already eaten lunch, but he had a salad for me, not wanting me to eat too much before supper. After eating, I had to lick Brigitte to five orgasms, as he said she wasn’t going with us tonight, so it was important I treat her right before we left. I did the best I could. Brigitte seemed grateful anyway. At four PM, there was a knock at the door, and Quinn told me to answer it. I left Brigitte on the bed, and I had her fluids all over my face. I hoped it wasn’t another eight wolves, or I’d be so pissed.

Instead it was one person, dressed in a uniform of sorts, a little overweight, but not much. He had some acne scars, and a once broken nose, and looked far from perfect, and I realized he wasn’t a wolf. He took a nice leisurely look at me, and I suddenly wanted to cover myself.

Now it’s important to understand something; nudity among the wolves was very common. When I’m with them, I’m almost always naked. They’re used to it, and I’ve become used to it with them. The other breeders were much the same way. We were now used to lounging around naked when hanging with wolves. Carl was the only human who wasn’t a breeder who was usually naked, and that was mostly to humiliate him. Their large cocks and his dick locked up to show his unworthiness for him to be Dani’s only lover. It had also happened to my folks, hanging around with wolves.

But when you were naked, wolves didn’t look at you as if you were naked. It was just another state of being, not a sexual invitation. Although sex often happened, it wasn’t because you were being ogled lustfully. Even when male wolves became erect, they mostly ignored their own erections and the cause of them, unless asked to participate in something. They were far more polite than most humans in similar situations, where being naked usually meant an invitation for more. It was why Carl thought that Dani must have been fucking someone when he first caught her nude with all the wolves. It’s what most humans would have been doing, not lying around chatting with hard cocks and wet pussies.

Standing naked in front of another human, one who lusted, whose eyes lit up when seeing you nude, I was so much more aware of my nudity than I usually was. That’s why I wanted to cover up.

“Good, you’re right on time,” Quinn said.

He and the other males were dressed, dressed up for going out. They’d dressed while I was with Brigitte, who’d remained in the bedroom. I was the only naked person the man saw, and with evidence of sex smeared all over my face. I know I blushed scarlet red.

“It’s time to go,” Quinn said.

“I need to dress, Sir.”

“I’ve got your outfit right here,” he said, holding up a bag. “Open up the back of the car, please, would you Orrin?”