The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

“What happened to her then? Why did you break up?” Genevieve asked.

“We didn’t break up, she died. We just never formalized our love before she died, although we lived together as man and wife.”

“I’m sorry. And you’ve never found someone else?” Genevieve said.

“Not one I can marry, unfortunately, so I’ll have to be satisfied with my two insatiable sluts as long as I can.”

“Simone, how many of the people you’re going around the country with, have you had sex with?” Isabelle asked.

“All of them. They help keep me warm on cold nights and satisfy any sexual cravings I have.”

“So, you not having Nat in your bed with Daphne, is pretty much a sop to our parents, so they don’t know you indulge in threesomes with a married couple?”

Simone smiled. “Exclusively, but for one thing.”

“Then why not tell our parents that and put him in your bed?”

“That would mean Quinn has to satisfy four women all by himself, and as good as he is, Nat helps keep the others satisfied as well.”

“So essentially, you’re all just fucking each other all of the time?” Isabelle said.

“Essentially. It’s not like I can get any more pregnant, or even that the women could get me pregnant. It’s just fun, and we know how to have fun.”

“I want to see Jessica get a spanking,” Katrina said. “I’ve never seen a grown person get a spanking.”

“Since it is bare assed, not without the permission of François and Genevieve,” Quinn said, “unless you come to the hotel where we’re staying tonight. Dani also requires one. Jessica is not the only one who orgasms without permission.”

“If you can’t have orgasms without your Master’s permission,” Nina asked, “what do you do when you’re masturbating and he’s not around?”

“During the time that I’m in submission, I don’t masturbate. I don’t have sex with anyone, unless Master directs me to,” I said. “Given my increased level of arousal from my submission, it can be very frustrating if Master chooses to withhold his permission for sex. In this way, he ensures that we do whatever we can to earn his approval; so that we’re rewarded for being good.”

“I can assure you they’re both boiling with desire right now,” Quinn said. “Being fed, having to answer personal questions about their submission, even thinking of being spanked, has them ready to pop. It would be nothing for them to orgasm. Just pulling their skirts up to spank them in front of you will cause increased wetness. Their juices are already running down their legs.”

Quinn was not wrong. For the last half hour of our meal and conversation, I’d felt the moisture seeping from my pussy. Of course, every wolf could smell our arousal. I knew Master was hard, and I was sure Nat was too, though I couldn’t see his crotch on the other side of the table. I was a bitch in heat, and so was Dani.

“Will you allow Quinn to spank his submissives,” Katrina asked her in-laws, “or should we follow them to the hotel?”

“Is that all it would be,” François asked, “a spanking?”

“If either of them orgasms during their spanking, I usually finger them to increase the pleasure they receive from it, since they are naked and my fingers and their wet, open pussies are there for the taking. I usually need to relieve myself afterward, as I’m aroused myself, but I can delay that until we’re back at the hotel.”

Genevieve said, “I’m curious myself. How hard are they struck? Can they sit down afterwards? I wouldn’t mind seeing it, François.”

So that’s how I got my naked ass spanked in front of Simone’s family. Quinn did Dani first, having her bend over her chair, gripping the top and bracing herself as Quinn pulled up her skirt, baring her bottom for all to see, since we weren’t allowed panties.

“You’ll see this better if Dani, turns around,” Quinn said.

He turned the chair so her bottom was facing everyone, but me.

“We’re going to record this for Dani’s fiancé,” Quinn said, as Brigitte stood up and started shooting on Dani’s phone. “As you can see, Dani is very wet and aroused right now. You see how slick her pubic lips are?”

He ran his hand through her folds, and Dani gasped, then orgasmed, even with that light touch.

“Such a slut,” Quinn laughed. “She knows her fiancé likes to see her cumming on the fingers and cocks of other men. Count for me slut. You’re up to forty-five.”

“Yes, Master.”

Quinn spanked her while sitting down, and before the end, Dani orgasmed again, adding five more to her total. Quinn finger fucked her hard when she orgasmed, and it lasted quite awhile. Quinn had her lick her cum off of his fingers. She had dutifully kept count of each and every one. Brigitte stopped recording when it was over, sitting down again.

Then it was my turn. Quinn stood up and the extent of his arousal was visible, especially as he had to adjust his pants for comfort. The Bonifay women looked as entranced by the large bulge in his pants as most other women. Only Gretchen, of the women I knew, wasn’t glancing at his cock frequently, if he was naked. He turned me so my backside faced the others, and lifted my skirt up, exposing my bare butt. The second he did, I orgasmed, already aroused beyond bearing. Everyone could see my pussy and asshole winking at them as they contracted in my pleasure. At least until Master covered my pussy with his hand and he shoved two fingers in me.

“Aaauuugggghhhh,” I moaned, my hips fucking his fingers back.

“Forty-five,” Master said, “you slut. I didn’t even touch you.”

“Yes, Master. I’m your biggest slut.”

He laughed, pulling his fingers out of me and making me clean them off.

“Thank me for each one and ask for another.”

“Yes, sir.”

He smacked me hard. “Thank you, sir. May I please have another.”

I was on fire. The situation, so many others watching me, I climaxed two more times as Quinn spanked me, and he fingered me two more times. I knew he was aroused as hell, I’d probably need to suck him off in the SUV on the way to the hotel. All of the Bonifay men were adjusting their slacks or jeans, as was Nat.

When it was over, he pointed out various and sundry things about my naked bottom, leading to more arousal. I could feel trickles of my juice running down my leg.

“As you can see, it’s very red, but if you look closely, you’d see there are no broken blood vessels, so there won’t be any bruising. Her buttocks should be back to their normal hue, in forty-five to sixty minutes. As you can also see, my slut is very juicy.” He ran his hand down my leg, showing them my fluids. What you can’t see is how warm her bottom is. You have to touch her to feel that. Feel her ass if you want, to see for yourself how warm it is.”

Several of them got up and put their hands on my bare bottom and I had to ask for permission to cum again. Quinn laughed and gave me permission. There were two separate hands on me, but one of them squeezed my ass flesh and I orgasmed again. I think it was the youngest son, Jean (pronounced almost like John, which it was the French version of, with a softer J), as he seemed to be the one most enchanted by my bare bottom. With the end of the touching, I stood beside my chair, not yet able to sit down, and unwilling to ruin the cushion with a cum stain, I was so wet.

“We should probably leave now,” Quinn said. “I’d like to thank you for your hospitality. Sluts, help with the table and dishes.”

“Yes, Master.”

In actuality, almost everyone helped, even Quinn, except the Bonifay men, still trying to hide their erections or Isabelle. It didn’t take long to finish.

“Mr. Whelan,” Isabelle said, “Do you know enough to discuss surrogacy with me?”

“We can discuss, but you cannot sign the paperwork yet without having medical exams first.”

“I’d like to come with you and discuss how it would work. Would you have an objection to my coming with you this evening?”

“Not if you don’t mind watching me fuck one or both of my delectable sluts,” Quinn replied. “I have to do something about this.” He indicated his barely contained erection.

“No, problem,” she said. “Since my sister and Daphne are sleeping here, would you have space in your room for me to sleep?”

“Isabelle!” Genevieve said. “You’d invite yourself to a man’s hotel room?”

“If I’m going to have babies for someone, perhaps I should know what I’m getting into. May I come, Mr. Whelan?”

“How much sleep do you hope to get?” Quinn asked, and I knew he’d scented her.

“Very little, would be my hope,” Isabelle said.

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“You are more than welcome,” Quinn said, looking at her parents. “My apologies to you both.”

“I’ll grab my coat and a toothbrush. Don’t leave without me.”

Isabelle was back in three minutes with her coat and a purse, and she kissed her parents goodbye. “Don’t wait up for me. I’m sure I’ll be in good hands.”

We walked out the door, losing Simone and Daphne, and gaining Isabelle.