The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

Carl did a very good job of licking pussy. I knew he’d been getting lots of practice on Dani, but he was head and shoulders above where he’d been when he had sex with me. Of course, I probably was too. I hadn’t been able to deep throat him, and now I regularly took eight and nine inch cocks without difficulty. We’d both been trained. Carl cleaned me up like the good beta cuck he was.

“Only four more times, cuckold. I suggest you use her pussy as much as you can, even though I’ve really stretched out Dani’s pussy today. After fucking me daily for a month, her pussy will be useless to you, accustomed to big cocks all the time. She has to return at seven AM tomorrow, so take advantage.

“Every couple days, we’re going to send Conor a movie of Dani fucking someone. If you want to see it, come over and suck Conor’s cock and he’ll show it to you, or you could let Conor fuck your ass. He’s going to need the sex since neither Brigitte or Jessica will be here to relieve him. If you ask politely, he might suck yours. He’ll have your cage key.”

“Thank you, Master Quinn,” Carl said.

Dani and Carl went to his house and Quinn let Conor fuck Brigitte and me a couple times, since he was staying home. Conor was taking over as instructor while Brigitte was gone. He was the assistant anyway.

“If you want, Conor, you can have Tony, Lisette, Liam and Ryan over on occasion,” I said. “Just don’t leave a mess, and change the sheets before we get home.”

“Thanks, Jess.”

In the morning, as soon as Dani got back, we were given new collars, not leather, which we could wear in the shower and didn’t have to be taken off the entire trip. They were made of some type of fake leather or plastic. They had a ring on them for attaching things to, and it had a wolf’s head medallion hanging from the ring. We each got body chains, also with wolf heads hanging from them, and adjustable to go over increasingly large bellies.

We each had on short skirts without underwear, and cropped support tops that were little better than bras, without the bra beneath, just with wider straps than most bras had. Quinn stuck toys in our pussies, although he didn’t turn them on yet. Brigitte began the driving since she knew where everyone lived. Quinn sat up front for the moment, while Dani and I sat in the middle seat.

I made sure that Quinn had additional paperwork if we ran into other women who would agree to be breeders. He had ten sets of the NDA’s and five breeding contracts, although we might need to contact local packs for breeding contracts if they didn’t want to come to New England to breed. Rene had cleared the way through the various US pack territories.

Simone and her two wolves were the last ones we picked up, and Quinn made us all consolidate our luggage into three bags, instead of the five we started with, so they’d all fit in the back of the SUV. After everyone was on board, Daphne rode up front with Brigitte; Nat, Simone and Randa sat in the second seat; Quinn, Dani and I were in the third seat.

“You don’t have permission to orgasm, sluts.” Quinn said. “Turn on the music, Brigitte, something with a good beat.”

As soon as the music started playing, the toys in Dani’s and my pussies, started vibrating and pulsing.

“Fuck!” Dani exclaimed. “What’s this?”

“Your toy has a music mode,” Quinn said. “As long as the music keeps playing, it will keep vibrating.”

We both climaxed three times before Portland, and I knew we’d be sleeping with warm asses tonight. We’d both climaxed ten times before Quinn turned the fuckers off, though we had to suck him off before he did so. Dani and I took turns, but it was my mouth that took his treat.

“Whatever happened to Diane, the hotel clerk?” I asked Quinn on the road.

“I’ve fucked her on two different occasions. She’s enjoyed herself enough each time she might be a wolf breeder eventually. Won’t be able to talk to her about it until we get back. I might use your help for her.”

“By the time we get back, I’m not sure I’ll be able to demonstrate anymore the preferred method for taking wolf cock. I’ll be six months along. Better to pick someone not so far along.”

Both Randa and Simone wanted to try the toys out somewhere in western Massachusetts, and Quinn removed them from us, handing them up a seat.

“Oooh, are these ever messy,” Randa said. She had mine and it was white from my pussy cream.

“Wait until you cum ten times, and they’ll be messier still,” Dani said.

“Wait until we stop for gas again,” Quinn said. “You can wash them with soap and water in the lady’s room before you stick them in you.”

“Give them to me,” Nat said. “I like pussy juice.”

He popped them in his mouth and licked them clean. He gave the first one to Simone, helping her put it in, then the other one in Randa, helping her insert it as well.

Brigitte was blasting out the music as we cruised down I-90.

“This is nice,” Simone said.

“Tell me again how nice it is if you get smacked on your naked ass five times each time you cum without permission,” I said.

“How many times did you cum?” Randa asked. “It seemed like a lot.”

“Ten.”

“So fifty swats. Is Quinn going to give them to you at Dani’s parent’s house?”

“I think I will,” Quinn said. “They should know Dani’s my slut bitch. We have to make allowances at the wedding for Dani to fuck me before she walks down the aisle. Her parents are going to have to know.”

“On her bare ass, in front of her parents?” Simone asked.

“I might fuck her or have her suck me in front of them as well. Might as well know what kind of daughter they raised.”

“Delicious,” Randa said. “I can’t wait to see that, and their reaction.”

“Is Eva going to show up?” I asked.

“I think she is,” Dani said. “She hasn’t told them she’s pregnant and divorcing Lance yet. She wants my support when she spills the beans. My poor parents. I hope they’re not too disappointed in their daughters. We both turned into quite the sluts.”

We stopped for lunch before entering New York, it was fast food, but Quinn didn’t want to go through the drive thru. We knew why as soon as we got out of the car. Quinn attached leashes to both of our collars and walked us in. I don’t know about Dani, but I was buzzing down below, and that was without the toys on our pussies. They were still in Randa and Simone, though turned off now.

The staff were pointing at us, giggling, and although only the SL of SLUT was visible on my chest, my belly showed the other temp tattoo saying I didn’t know who the father of my child was. Just the fact that four women were visibly pregnant made us stand out. Brigitte’s loose blouse hid her baby bump. With the addition of a couple of leashes, we were getting close to having all the attention. I was so aroused, both of the males were hard, leaving huge bulges in their pants.

Quinn ordered for us. “Let’s see, both of my sluts would like your Santa Fe Chicken salads. I’d like three burgers, rare, no condiments.”

“Is it true you don’t know who the father of your child is?” The clerk asked me.

“I don’t know specifically,” I replied, “but I know it’s one of eleven people, including my Master.” Just saying that, I juiced more. “It’s not as bad as it seems. I’m acting as a surrogate mother, and eleven infertile couples were given the opportunity for a child. We don’t know who the lucky one is yet.”

“Don’t let her fool you,” Quinn said. “She loved having eleven men trying to knock her up.”

“It wasn’t quite like that,” I said. “I wasn’t making love to all of them. It was more like a production line.”

“Read gang bang for production line,” Quinn said.

I laughed. “You’re so bad, sir. If you’re not careful, I might not choose doing this three more times.”

“See, she’s already looking forward to three more gang bangs,” Quinn said, putting his hand on my tummy and rubbing it.

I laughed again. We were still in the New England pack area. I handed her the printout I’d made from the website I visited from the pop up ad, which I still had in my purse.

“If you think you’d like to get paid for being a surrogate mother, call this place,” I said. “They’re always looking for young, healthy women to help infertile couples. Loup-Garou. All four of us are getting paid to help. You might enjoy it as much as we do.”

“Do all the men look like these two?” she asked. She was looking at Quinn’s package when she asked.

“Some are even better looking,” I said. “This one is an old fossil comparatively.”

“Hey,” Quinn protested.

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“You’re taking all the fun out of this.”

“I don’t have to be led around on a leash, do I?” She asked.

“No, not at all. I’m doing this because I want to. Old fossil or not, he’s quite the stud in bed. He can keep both of his sluts satisfied.” Quinn and Dani both laughed. “Call, you won’t be disappointed.”

We ate in the dining room, and drew lots of attention, not all of it negative.

One young, thin, dark haired, Goth looking girl, stopped by our table and said. “I wish I had your balls, and could find someone to put me on a leash.”

“It doesn’t take balls, just a firm Master or Mistress,” I said. “What are you looking for?”

“To be honest, a Mistress.”

“Really,” Brigitte said. “You’re looking for a Mistress?”

“Yes.”

“Would you be willing to do what I want, fuck who I want, including men?”

“Yes.”

“That’s ‘Yes, ma’am’ or ‘Yes, Mistress’ to you.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Are you willing to be bred by me? To have children for me?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“What’s your name?”

“Angela, Mistress.”

“Angela, I’m busy at the moment, going on a lengthy road trip. Be gone roughly a month. I want you to really think about what you’re agreeing to. If in a month, you still want to have a Mistress, and are willing to move to Maine, call me.” She gave Angela her phone number. “Don’t bother calling me unless you’re serious.”

“Yes, Mistress. May I say, Mistress, that you’re very beautiful.”

“Yes, you may.”

“I will call you, Mistress. You can depend on it.”

“I look forward to turning you into my bitch,” Brigitte said.

“May I kiss you, Mistress?”

“Yes, you may.”