The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

“Fun I certainly hope you’re willing to enjoy with us, Maisie,” Quinn smiled.

“I wouldn’t miss it,” Maisie said. “I still have to see how well Lenore licks pussy.” She looked at the other submissives. “Do the other two sluts lick pussy as well?”

“They certainly do,” Quinn said, “even while you’re getting fucked in the cunt.”

“Now you’re talking my language,” Maisie laughed. “I can see I’m going to really enjoy myself tonight.”

Quinn snapped leashes on Lenore’s and my collars before we exited the limo, while Brigitte did the same to Angela. Seeing three sluttily dressed bitches exit a limo in Portland wasn’t something you saw every day. Seeing a limo wasn’t the norm for Maine, so we attracted a lot of attention, even pulling up to the restaurant, and when we got out, the attention doubled. Lenore was so embarrassed, especially when someone she knew, male, called out to her.

“Is that you, Lenore?”

“It certainly is,” Quinn said, taking the answer out of her hands. “Lovely thing, isn’t she?” Quinn put his arm around her. “Stand up straight, Pet. Let him get a good look at you.”

She’d tried to shrink into herself.

“Remember, Pet,” I said. “Walk like you own the whole town. You’re not scared, frightened, or ashamed. Fake it until you make it.”

Lenore looked at me, totally calm, cool and collected. She straightened up and waved at her admirer. He waved back.

“Good to see you, John. Long time no see.”

“You look hot, Lenore.”

“I am hot, John. Hotter than you can handle.” She leaned against the imposing bulk of Quinn. “It takes a real stud to handle me.”

I laughed. She got it.

Master was already there, and Quinn handed him my leash. We had a table for eight reserved, and the table was ready since Master had been there to claim it. I kissed him before I sat down next to him on his left. Lenore sat on his right, with Quinn on her other side, and Alicia, Maisie, Brigitte and Angela took the opposite side, Angela opposite Quinn. As soon as we sat down, the three pussy toys were turned on.

“Don’t forget to ask for permission to orgasm,” Quinn reminded Lenore.

The rest of us didn’t need to be reminded. Master was playing with my controls when the waitress came to take our drink orders. Alicia told Maisie she’d take care of her dinner for tonight, and to order what she wanted. She got a Bleeding Heart cocktail. Master got a Corona beer, and Lenore ordered a Cowboy Kisses cocktail.

“I’d like some water please, and permission to orgasm.”

The waitress did a double take. Her name was Robin.

“Just the water from you, Robin. My Master needs to give me permission to orgasm.”

“You may cum, Pussycat,” Master said, smiling. He should, he was in control of it.

I had a very obvious orgasm, so Robin knew exactly what was happening.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Thank you, Master,” I said, kissing him on the cheek. “That was wonderful.”

The wolves all got water too. By the time the waitress returned with the drinks, I was getting wound up for another one. So, apparently, were Lenore and Angela. We all asked for permission to cum, which Lenore and Angela got. I did not, already having gotten a freebie.

“No you may not,” Master said. “What happens if you climax without permission, Pussycat?”

“I get a five swat spanking to my naked ass, sir.”

“How many times have you cum already without permission today?”

“Fifteen before yours, sir.”

“Fifteen?”

“Yes, sir. Quinn didn’t give me permission the entire time he fucked me.”

“So, eighty swats, Pussycat?”

“That’s my math, Master.”

“Should we shoot for an even hundred?”

“As you wish, sir.”

“How about you, Pet? How many times did you come without permission?” Master asked.

“Seventeen, so far, sir. I didn’t get permission either.”

“You climaxed seventeen times in one fucking?” Maisie asked. Robin was listening raptly.

“Two fuckings,” Lenore said, getting into the whole owning your experience frame of mind. “Six when he fucked me in the ass this morning, and eleven when he fucked my pussy this afternoon.”

“Damn,” Maisie said. “I usually only orgasm three times if I’m with a girl, and at most, two times if I’m with a guy. Most of them won’t go down on me.”

“My husband gives me one about every other time,” Robin said, adding to the conversation.

“He should take lessons from a better man,” I said. “Quinn would be happy to show him how he should fuck you.”

Robin laughed. “I wish.”

“Ask him,” Quinn said. “Text him and ask him if he’d like to see you get fucked so good you climaxed ten times, at least.”

Lenore didn’t understand. She didn’t realize this is how we attracted new breeders, because she wasn’t one herself yet. She was in a state of confusion. Maisie was more intrigued that we were hitting on a married woman at our supper, as if it was the most ordinary thing in the world.

“I couldn’t,” Robin said.

“Your loss,” Master replied.

We gave Robin the food order, Maisie got the Ceviche, Garlic Lime Chicken Tacos, and Tres Leches cake. The rest of us ordered two large dinner boards, which was a selection of the house BBQ’d meats, pickles, a Street Corn Succotash side, cornbread, honey butter and the house BBQ sauce, to satisfy the meat dietary needs of the wolves. We also got the Terlingua salad for the humans to share. When Robin left, Quinn gave an exaggerated sniff, letting the rest of us, except Lenore and Maisie, know how aroused she was.

When Robin returned with another waitress with two trays of food, they put everything down, then the other waitress left and Robin said, “I can’t believe this, but my husband said yes.”

“What time do you finish up tonight, Robin?”

“9:30.”

“You want to join us when you get done, Robin?” Quinn put his hand on hers as he asked, rubbing his thumb over the top of her hand. “I can guarantee that you won’t need to use a condom tonight, because everyone you’ll fuck tonight, is clean.” Which only meant the wolves would fuck her, because we didn’t know if she was clean.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but yes.”

“Why don’t you and your husband join us at the Press Hotel here in Portland at ten. I don’t know the room number yet, but if you’ll leave me your phone number, I’ll text it to you.”

She wrote her phone number down on the back of a ticket, and handed it to Quinn. He smiled at her, and patted her bottom. “I’m looking forward to fucking you while your husband watches me destroy your pussy, Robin.”

Robin shivered. As well she should. Her husband should too.

“What’s your husband’s name, Robin?” Quinn asked.

“Christopher,” Robin replied.

“Do you think Christopher will mind if I make you my personal slut?” Quinn asked. He placed her hand on his clothed dick. Robin shivered again, feeling his size.

Before she could answer, I asked, “Master, may I cum?”

“No you may not, Pussycat.”

I moaned. This was going to be a good one. I was so fucking aroused. Lenore joined me, asking Quinn if she could cum. She got permission again. Maybe Quinn didn’t have a clue as to her limits and was cutting her a break.

Robin never answered, but she didn’t look like she’d mind if Quinn made her his personal slut. When Robin left, Lenore asked what we were doing.

“Trying to attract more breeders for infertile couples,” Master said. “Number one, she’s got a rather low paying job and might need the money. Number two, she’s in her child bearing years. Number three, she’s somewhat attracted to the concept of what we’re doing, probably being somewhat submissive herself, and four, she is either single, or has a husband who’s willing to watch her have sex with another man. That makes her a viable candidate.”

“You mean her husband might watch her breed with someone else?”

“Not necessarily,” Quinn said. “It may be enough that she comes home and told him she had sex with someone else and described it to him. All cuckolds are different.”

“You mean like that Carl guy you told me about?” Lenore asked.

“Like him, yeah. Don’t know for sure yet. We have to play that by ear.”

“What are you talking about?” Maisie asked. “What infertile couples? What money?”

“If you’re willing to have babies for infertile couples,” Quinn said, “you can get paid $200, 000 per child, and if you have four or more, get a bonus of a million dollars. Jessica and Angela are both breeders. Jessica’s already had two, and after she gives her husband a kid, she’ll have the other two. Angela is on her second. She just got bred a week ago.”

“No shit?”

“No shit.”

“Why haven’t you told me before now?”

“Waiting to fuck you and see how adventurous you are,” Quinn replied.

“I’m plenty adventurous. I’m here, aren’t I? Sign me up.”

“What are you working tomorrow?” Master asked.

“Nine to five.”

“Can you make it to Yarmouth by 6:30PM?”

“Sure.”