The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

Master wrote down our address on a business card and gave it to her. “The head of the New England chapter helping infertile couples will be at that address tomorrow. They can explain the program in full.”

“I was kind of reluctant to have someone else’s kid, but I might be interested myself, sir,” Lenore said.

“What changed your mind?” Master said.

“You know how pissed I was when you tricked me into being your submissive slut, Master?”

“Entirely.”

“I’m not pissed anymore,” Lenore said. “In fact, I’m really enjoying my submission to you, and I was thinking of making it permanent, with Jessica’s permission of course. I was thinking if I’m going to become your full time slut bitch, and I’m not going to be dating anyone else, or looking for a husband, why not get knocked up. Jessica, would you mind me being Master’s submissive every weekend?”

“Not particularly, as long as you pull your slut weight.”

“I will, Miss Pussycat.”

“If you’re going to be my permanent slut,” Master said, “you’ll be greeting your parents as my slut submissive on Friday night, naked, collared, leashed and tailed, because they will eventually find out anyway.”

Lenore gulped. “Yes, Master.”

“How aroused is she, Quinn?” Master asked.

Quinn shoved a couple fingers up her pussy, making Lenore gasp and orgasm. “Very,” Quinn laughed, “sopping wet.” He pulled his fingers from her pussy and they were indeed soaked. He pushed his fingers into her mouth to clean off. “Submissive sluts like her need to be fed on a Master’s lap.”

Quinn pulled her up into his lap and began feeding her.

“That is so fucking hot,” Maisie said.

“Hot enough for you to give me your panties right now and sit on my lap to be fed and agree to serve me as my submissive slut?” Alicia asked.

“Well, all except for the pantie’s part,” Maisie said. “I didn’t wear any tonight.”

“You slut,” Alicia said, pulling Maisie into her lap and putting her hand under her dress to explore the truth of the matter. She laughed when she hit wetness. “When we’re back in the limo, you’re going to lick my twat.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

When Robin came back, all four of us sluts were sitting in a lap and being fed. Hands were under dresses feeling wet pussy, or thumbing hard nipples. It didn’t matter if we were in a restaurant. Things would only get crazier from there.

******

Three sluts were double penetrated at the Press Hotel before Robin arrived, only Angela not getting two dicks to play with. For me, Master was in my pussy, and Quinn was in my ass, the first time I’d ever had my two favorite males fucking me at the same time. I remained coherent enough to beg for Master to fuck me more often than I begged Quinn, so that was good.

Lenore had Quinn in her cunt and Master in her ass. She more or less begged for everyone to fuck her equally. Maisie had Alicia licking her clit in a sixty-nine, while Quinn fucked her cunt, and Master fucked her mouth. Neither of the men wanted to fuck her ass without it being prepared first. Maisie learned that having multiple orgasms, wasn’t that unusual the way we fucked and with whom we fucked.

By ten, we’d showered and looked and smelled somewhat presentable when Robin’s husband, Christopher knocked on our door. Quinn, in all of his masculine glory, quasi erect from the pheromones still floating in the air, opened the door.

Christopher, seeing the cock about to fuck his wife, might be having second thoughts. Robin wasn’t having second thoughts at all. Quinn pulled them both in, and closed the door. We were all naked.

“Hello, Christopher, my name is Quinn. Thanks for joining us tonight, and agreeing to let me fuck your wife.”

“I’m not so sure we should do this,” Christoper protested.

“Nonsense, Christopher, you’re just having second thoughts once you saw my prick. If you really didn’t think you should be here, you wouldn’t have shown up. You’re worried that once Robin fucks me, she won’t want to remain married to you, that she’ll leave you for me or someone like me. Totally understandable from your frame of reference, because she will beg me to fuck her. Every woman begs me to fuck her. But I can promise you that without a shadow of a doubt, that no matter how much she loves fucking me or big cocked bastards like me, Robin will never leave you. Do you know why?”

“No, why?”

“Two reasons. Number one. We don’t want her. I mean, look at the other women in this room. I’ve fucked three of them today. Do you think I’m going to give up fucking any of the other women in here, just so I can have your wife?”

Now, Alicia and Brigitte were two of the most spectacular females I’ve ever seen. Tall and beautiful enough to be fashion models, although looking more like athletes, than with the soft curves of models, perfectly toned bodies. I’m no slouch. I had wolf genes in me. I might not be a shapeshifter, but I had some of their genetics. Lenore was a big boobed beauty, and Maisie, a cute, enthusiastic, pixie of a girl. Angela was a wolf trained, more athletic version of Maisie. We looked fabulous, and none of us looked pregnant at the moment, though two of us were. Robin was a slightly overweight, though still lovely, woman under twenty-five. She was eminently fuckable, but not someone one would give up the other women in the room for.

“I guess not.”

“Number two, Christopher, is you’re the type of man who will let other men fuck Robin. You already proved that by coming here tonight and telling Robin you were good with the idea of her fucking another man. I know that you will happily watch her fuck two or three other men at a time, so she can enjoy sex with other men, while still remaining married to you. Why would she give up a steady, good man like yourself, when you’ll let her have all the fun that she wants on the side? She’s got the best of both worlds, Christopher, a nice husband, who lets her fuck big dicked lovers.

“But, I’ll tell you something else, Christopher, because I want to be totally honest with you. I want to breed your wife eventually. We want to put a baby or two in her. That’s totally up to you and Robin, whether or not you do. We won’t do it unless both of you agree, but for each baby we plant in your wife, we’ll pay you both, two hundred grand. If you give us a total of four, we’ll pay you an additional million. You give up the children when they’re born, you get money.

“That’s not all, Christopher. Once your wife starts carrying our children, we’ll assign her bodyguards to protect our investment. Brigitte, the tall redhead, and Alicia, the almost as tall blonde, are both bodyguards, pansexual women who enjoy fucking. While your wife is breeding, she’ll be assigned two. One of them can be male, and you can regularly watch him fuck your wife all you want. The other one can be female, Christopher, and if your wife is fucking other men to have children for us, perhaps she won’t complain if you’re fucking the occasional bitch like Brigitte or Alicia. They have no interest in ruining your marriage either. They’ll just need regular fuckings to keep them happy. Even if you don’t want to fuck them, they’ll have sex with your wife. So while I’m turning your wife into my personal bitch tonight, Alicia or Brigitte will suck your dick. How does that sound, Christopher? Do you really want to walk out of here and give all of that up? Robin, do you still want to fuck me? Don’t tell me, I can smell your pussy. I know you want to fuck me. Are you willing to walk out of here without fucking me tonight?”

Scenting Robin’s arousal and desire to have sex, Quinn’s cock was now rampant, over nine inches long and thick. She hadn’t taken her eyes of it since she entered the room. I’m not sure she heard half of what Quinn had told her husband.

“No, I want to fuck you.”

“Christopher, if you agree, I want you to undress your wife for me. When she’s naked, I want you to take her hand, and place it in mine, and ask me to please fuck your wife. Then I’m going to give her the best fucking she’s ever had. She’ll beg me for my cock. She’ll orgasm at least ten times as I fuck her. Or you can walk out of that door, and forget you ever saw me.”

Christopher looked at his wife, then Quinn. He was a cuckold. He wanted Quinn to fuck her, but he still loved his wife. Fear was all that stood in between what he really wanted, which was to watch her with Quinn, and walking out. Quinn had helped ease some of those concerns by telling him he didn’t want to ruin his marriage. Christopher kissed her, hugged her, then started removing her clothes.

Maisie and Lenore watched in fascination. They hadn’t been exposed to cuckolds before, and couldn’t believe what Christopher was doing. They understood Robin completely. They’d just enjoyed Quinn’s mastery in the bedroom and knew why Robin wanted to fuck him. It was the husband who’d let her that they didn’t understand.

When Robin was naked, Christopher kissed her again, then took her hand and led her to Quinn.

“Please, sir, please fuck my wife.”

“With pleasure, Christopher. Do you want the blonde or redhead sucking your dick as I make your wife beg for my cock?”

“The blonde.”

“Have a seat next to the bed to watch, Christopher. Alicia, take care of the man as often as you need to.”

“Yes, sir.”

Quinn pulled Robin down onto the bed. He kissed her briefly before going down on her, and Robin learned how good wolves could lick pussy. She had three orgasms before the fucking actually began. When she’d been prepared for his cock, he laid down on the bed and told Robin to mount him. Christopher had his first orgasm as Robin had her fourth, sinking down Quinn’s cock, stretching her pussy far beyond anything her husband ever had.

After she’d opened her pussy at her own pace, and three more loud, moaning orgasms, Quinn asked her, “Do you love my cock, Robin?”

“God, yes.”

“Is my cock better than your husband’s?”

“Yes.”

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“No.”

“Do you want me or other men like me to breed you, Robin?”

“Yes, please breed me, Quinn.”

Christopher had his second orgasm as Robin admitted she wanted to be bred.

Quinn turned her over onto her back in the missionary position, with her legs over his mighty arms, so he could own her pussy, plunging as deep as he could go.

“Tell me to cum in you, Robin. Tell your husband you want my seed in you.”

“Christopher, I want Quinn to cum in me. I want him to fill me with his cum. I want him to breed me.”

“Give me permission, Christopher. Tell me I can breed your wife. Tell me I can cum inside of her.”

Christopher groaned. “Cum inside of my wife. Breed her.”

Quinn smiled and started drilling Robin, long stroking her deep and steady. Robin was going nuts, having orgasm after orgasm as his big cock plunged through her folds, using every inch of his dick to pound her into submission.

“God, fuck me! Fuck me, Quinn! Oh, Christopher. You don’t know what he’s doing to me. He’s rearranging my pussy. I can’t stop cumming. This is incredible.”

“Do I own this pussy, Robin? Is your pussy mine?”