The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

Jaguar

Quinn did indeed wake me with a good fucking the next morning, repeating it with Lenore. The ship dropped anchor in Labadee as Lenore was getting fucked. After breakfast, we headed ashore in Labadee. Since it was a private resort, we didn’t need to dress for leaving the ship either. All four sluts were once again leashed, with freshly charged Lushes in our pussies, and three of us had our Hokah harnesses on, with our hands fastened behind our backs, making our tits stand out more. Only Lenore didn’t have one, but she didn’t need much help with her tits sticking out.

We couldn’t have sex publicly, although we had reserved some beach cabanas where coupling could take place. Anna got fucked by the three wolves in one of the cabanas with Bernard watching, then licking up their cum. A few of the others made trips to the cabanas for some sex during the course of the day, including Sean a couple of times. I saw each of the female wolves take a lucky human to the cabanas at least once when there was sufficient interest in what the men offered.

There were jet skis, an overwater zip line, parasailing, and other beach activities. And of course, there were the leashed slaves and swollen wolf cocks, mostly rampant as long as the fertile Anna was nearby.

The woman who’d approached Gretchen yesterday as the male wolves were leashed, and I was being led around by Gretchen, came back. She had on a small bikini, as opposed to being naked like most of the people were.

“Mistress, I’ve thought it over, and I’d agree to be a surrogate mother for infertile couples for at least one child,” she told Gretchen. “Would you accept my submission?”

I was not on Gretchen’s leash at the moment, that experiment over. Quinn had my leash in his meaty paw. He was watching with interest though. Gretchen turned to me for help.

“Are you looking for a shipboard romance, or a long term relationship?” I asked the woman.

“Long term.”

“What’s your name and where do you live?”

“Francis, and I live in Baltimore.”

“Francis, we all reside in Maine. Are you willing to move to Maine, or are there circumstances that would prohibit that?” I asked.

“I’m willing to move to Maine. I can do my job from anywhere.”

“My lover, Gretchen, does not believe that she’s actually a Dominant. She happened to be holding my leash yesterday, as we were exploring the responses of passengers to the men being leashed. Would you consider another Mistress from among our group?”

“Who?”

“My friend Sasha,” I pointed her out, “while not having submissives at the moment is certainly capable of keeping one. She’s probably the most Dominant female here. My friend, Brigitte,” pointing to her, “already has a submissive named Angela. You’d be competing with her for your Mistress’s attentions. Maria and Sonya, reside at my house as bodyguards.” I pointed them out. “Neither of them has a submissive at the moment. They’re currently the house bodyguards. If you accept the Dominance of either of them, you’d reside at our house for the time being. They will leave when I deliver my fourth surrogate child, and you’d leave with them in about a year. While you lived with us, you’d be frequent bed partners with the other adults in the house, including myself and Gretchen, and possibly, my husband, Sean, when I’m in submission. You’d also be expected to help care for the two children who reside there, our children. Maria and Sonya are both capable of controlling submissives. Last, we have my friend Alicia, who could be your Dominant. She currently is working as a bodyguard for another couple. I don’t know what the sexual dynamics are for them in their household. If it wasn’t clear to you before, any children you have as a surrogate mother, are given up to the couples that want the child. You aren’t responsible for raising or caring for them.”

“What about me?” Lenore said. “I wouldn’t mind having my own bitch.”

“That’s true,” I said. “Lenore could do it. She’s a switch and my sister slut, but is normally submissive to my husband, Sean, so, your ultimate Dominant then becomes a man, as he could order her to order you to do something. I suspect you would be having sex with males more frequently if you went that way. Why don’t you speak to all of them and see if any of them float your submissive boat?”

Francis talked to each of the people I’d pointed out, beginning with Lenore, discussing her needs with each one. When she was talking to Sasha, she suddenly stood at attention as Sasha stood up and started walking around her. Apparently, Sasha told her to spread her legs wider as Francis spread her legs a shoulders width apart. Sasha undid the top of Francis’ bikini, and pulled it down. Francis blushed but stood still. She had tight B to C cup breasts, white, as if the sun had never touched them. Sasha fondled them until her nipples were hard points. She was whispering in Francis’ ear. Francis reached down and undid the ties on her bikini bottom until they fell off her hips, revealing a neatly trimmed dark brown thatch, framed in pale white skin with prominent tan lines. There was a glint of moisture on her pubic lips.

Sasha turned and headed to the nearest Cabana and Francis trailed after her. I guess Francis had found her new Mistress, or Sasha was exploring how submissive Francis was.

“Master,” I asked. “Have you heard from Angelica and Bonita about their beach adventures yet?”

“I heard last night. They sent me pictures of each other masturbating on the beach. There was quite the crowd around Bonita when she did hers. Apparently, Angelica had started to attract other beach goers when she did hers, and it got larger very fast.”

“What do you have them doing today?”

“They had to change out to larger plugs this morning and they have to go to an adult movie theater and masturbate. The first two men that pulled out their cocks while they masturbated were to be given a hand job, allowing the men to cum on their faces. As soon as that was done, with pictures taken, they could leave, with the cum on their face. They couldn’t wipe off their faces until just before they got home.”Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“I’ll bet they’re horny little bitches this morning,” Lenore said.

“I suspect so,” Quinn laughed.

Speaking of cum covered faces, Sasha and Francis came out of the cabana and Francis’ face was covered with girl cum. Francis came back to us and asked if any of us had sunscreen. The reason she had to ask the humans, is wolves don’t burn, or rather, the sun damage is quickly repaired the way bullet holes and knife wounds were.

“We certainly do,” Lenore said, tossing her the bottle, easily caught. “You look good with cum on your face.”

Francis blushed again and began spreading sunscreen on her bare white parts, with Lenore rubbing it on her back making sure to rub some between her pale cheeks. When her back was done, she returned the tube and went back to her new Mistress. I wondered if she’d be told about wolves tonight.

“I need a little relief,” Quinn said. “Jessica and Anna with me.”

We followed Quinn to the Cabana and he fucked me until he was ready to cum, then deposited his load in Anna. He told Anna to stay there and the other two wolves would make sperm deposits before he sent Bernard to clean up the mess. He made me clean up his cock before we left.

“Tell Bernard not to clean off his face after he cleans your pussy of cum. Since Francis will be wearing hers, so can he.”

Conor and Rene both went into the cabana in short order, leaving their deposit inside of her pussy before her husband was allowed to go in and clean her up. When they came out, Anna’s pussy looked pristine, and Bernard’s face was a frightful mess.

Bernard complained to Anna, that he hadn’t fucked her for over a day, and he hadn’t even gotten to watch her get fucked.

“Every time you watch, you touch your baby boy clit and masturbate. And even if I could feel your little boy clit fucking me, Bernard, you don’t last more than a minute when I stroke you off. Besides all of those big, hard cocks trying to breed me leave my pussy sore. It’s better that you just clean up after them and give me orgasms with your tongue, which is what you’re good at, although I want you to get a lot better. I’m going to give you to that woman we met, when she meets us tomorrow morning. I want you trained to lick my pussy much better, since I have much better lovers than you now.”

“Could you at least give me a blow job?”

“If you learn to be a better pussy licker, I’ll be happy to give you a blow job as a reward for your new skill.”

“If you want to watch your wife get bred by a superior male,” Quinn said, “you can watch me. Lenore, you too.”

They disappeared for twenty minutes, and when they came back, Bernard was complaining that he only saw Quinn fucking his wife for a minute, as he spent most of his time fucking Lenore, before ending in his wife with a couple of quick thrusts.

“I have to see to the needs of my sluts,” Quinn said. “Your wife got what she needs to have a baby. Let’s grab a bite and then go parasailing.”

Quinn pulled me up and Gretchen joined us. We had some lunch and then went to one of the three boats offering parasailing. We could ride two at a time on a wing, and Quinn let Gretchen go with me. The three men who were running the operation were all black Haitians, who spoke English well. The oldest was driving the boat, while the other two did set up and kept their eyes on the fliers.

As they were strapping us in, I asked if there were any rules about sex while we were up in the air.

“Not as long as you don’t unfasten your safety harness,” the youngest man said.

“Good,” I replied.

The whole time we were up in the air, I kissed and fondled Gretchen, finger fucking her to three orgasms. By the time we were back on the boat, all three men had erections.

The young man, who appeared to be around twenty; with a cock that looked painfully hard in his swimsuit, asked if he could fuck one of us in the cabanas.

“I’m a lesbian,” Gretchen said, “so no.”

“You’d have to ask my Master,” I said, pointing to Quinn. “He’s in charge of my sex, but don’t even ask if you don’t have condoms.”

He didn’t, but one of his buddies did, and he gave it up to the one who’d asked me. The young fellow approached Quinn and they had a quiet conversation.

“He said I could fuck you, but it had to be on the boat so he could watch you get fucked during his parasail ride. He also said the rest of the crew could fuck you if we had time, and we all had condoms. He said you don’t have permission to orgasm, and to keep track of how often you climax. He also said that Sean has previously agreed to go along with whatever Quinn might come up with for you.”