The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

“Yes, sir, Mr. Whelan.”

Orrin left and Quinn took my arm. “Come along, Slut; it’s time to go.”

“I’m not going naked, am I, sir? I’ll be arrested.”

“You won’t leave the car naked, but you’ll be naked the entire trip,” Quinn replied, smiling.

“Where are we going, Master?”

“You’ll find out when we get there.”

We walked out of the house and I was acutely aware of my nudity and Orrin standing there holding the back door of a stretch limousine opened, a shit eating grin on his face. Quinn let both of the others get in first, keeping me upright and visible the entire time, so Orrin could peruse my nudity at leisure. Then Quinn helped me in, seated facing forward, the other two wolves in seats on either side. There was a privacy window between the driver and the passengers.

The car started and headed South, towards home. Quinn said, “On our way to Portland, you’re going to suck each of us off. I’m going to open the privacy window so the driver can watch. He won’t be participating at all in your debauchery, but he will witness it. You can say ‘Adriana’ if you want the privacy window to remain closed, but the mike will be open so he can hear you pleasure us.”

At least he asked. It was obviously something Quinn wanted, and I had to admit that becoming a slut in front of a total stranger, and one unused to the casual sex of wolves, had my engine running.

I didn’t say anything, since there was no response which needed to be made unless I used my safe word. Extracting Quinn’s cock, I began sucking him. He opened the privacy window, so the driver could witness my slutty behavior in his rear view mirror, staring at my naked ass as I bobbed up and down on Quinn’s dick. We could both also hear my slobbery sucking over the intercom. I noticed that Quinn kept an eye on the driver, to make sure he didn’t become unsafe while watching us. After I extracted Quinn’s cum, I moved to Conor. The driver would have a profile view of this cocksucking, due to the seating. He could see Conor’s dick with my head sucking up and down the stalk, my breasts hanging down.

Conor kept up a running commentary as I sucked him, adding to the aural component of our show.

“That’s right, Slut. Suck all the way down to my balls. Good job. Now swirl your tongue around the head of my cock. Good, just like that. You’re such a good cock sucker, Slut. I’ve seen a lot of improvement. Perfect. Keep licking my balls. That feels so good. Are you going to swallow my cum like a good little girl?”

Christ, I was almost twice as old as he was, and he was calling me a good little girl. I laughed inwardly.

“All the way down your throat, now. That’s right. Good, girl. Matt is going to fuck you now, keep going. Don’t stop just because he’s fucking you.”Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

I felt Matt’s cock enter me. Oh, God! Spit-roasted in front of the driver.

“By the way,” Quinn said, “you don’t have my permission to cum.”

Of course as soon as he said it, I climaxed, moaning around the cock in my throat. I climaxed three more times before Conor unloaded his bountiful balls in my mouth, gasping what a great cocksucker I was.

Matt didn’t stop, he kept right on fucking me, pounding me from behind, my face still buried between Conor’s thighs. I climaxed two more times, loudly, before he left his deposit in my sweltering pussy.

“Suck me off again,” Quinn said, “and let the driver get a good look at your messy pussy.”

I started sucking my Master once more. The driver got a good view of Matt’s pussy deposit leaking down my legs for about five minutes, then his view got blocked by Conor filling it up again. When Conor finished, there was a lot more leaking out of my pussy, and I’d earned an additional thirty-five swats from his fucking, added to the thirty from Matt, and I knew my ass would be red much of the night. I felt like such a whore, but it had excited me.

The limo stopped, and Matt was tasked to lick me clean. Orrin was turned around on his seat so he could watch me getting licked from stem to stern. Now, somewhat more tidy, I was given two pasties to put over my nipples, with a sheer white, cropped top to go over them. I probably met only the minimum standards not to be arrested. I was given a wrap around skirt, short, mid-thigh, with a slit on the side which would open when I walked, revealing my lack of underwear. I felt that if I sat down, my pussy might be visible, it was that short. Quinn had gotten a wrap around as he didn’t know what weight I’d be toting around when I wore it. I looked three months pregnant, definitely a bigger belly than I was accustomed to, but the skirt fit. The top was a little snug, but not unwearable. I also got some four inch stiletto heels, which I somewhat teetered on when I finally got out of the car.

Next, Quinn inserted a mouse shaped object inside my still somewhat soggy pussy, since Matt hadn’t shifted to a wolf to clean me up. Pulling out his phone, Quinn played around with it a bit until I felt the object inside of me start buzzing. It felt good. I knew it wouldn’t take much for me to orgasm again.

“Over my lap for your spanking, Slut.”

With the driver watching, Quinn pulled up my skirt and gave me seventy-five stiff swats on my derrière. I know what you’re thinking, thirty and thirty-five is only sixty-five, not seventy-five. Much to my embarrassment, I climaxed two more times from my spanking and the little gadget buzzing away in my pussy. It did a nice job of throbbing against my g-spot. Right now, I felt like the worst kind of harlot, and I knew it would probably get worse, before it got better. He turned the gadget off for now. With the collar around my neck, proclaiming I was ‘Quinn’s Slut’, and the wrist cuffs, I probably looked like exactly what I was, a submissive slut to one or all of the men I was with. Thank God, we were in Portland and not Bath.

“Wait here, Orrin. Do you have something to eat?”

“Yes, sir, Mr. Whelan. Brought my lunch.”

“Did you enjoy the show?”

“Very much. I might have to go in the back and relieve myself, if you know what I mean. If you don’t see me in the front, just knock on the door. As soon as I’m presentable, I’ll let you in.”

“Good man,” Quinn said, smiling.

We walked into a Portland restaurant called ‘The Grill Room & Bar’, a place fancy enough I normally couldn’t afford to eat in it. The high heels caused my hips to roll provocatively. Along with my outfit, my obvious pregnancy, and the fact I was walking in with three handsome, young looking studs, I was calling attention to myself, to us, and I was aware of all of the eyes on us, from the hostess, the wait staff, the other guests, anyone with two eyeballs really. I know I probably blushed all through finding the reservation, and leading us to our table.

When I sat down, it was gingerly, because my ass still burned from the spanking I’d received in the car. I wondered if the older man at the next table, sitting with his wife whose back was to me, could see my hoohaw under the table, as I could definitely feel a breeze, and I knew there was a pink tail sticking out of it to call attention to my bald slit. Perhaps he needed glasses to see at that distance, or he just wasn’t looking low enough yet, though he’d paid lots of attention to the girls swaying under my top.

Quinn turned on the toy. It was a nice steady buzz, the sound sinking into the background. I knew my pussy was drooling, but I tried to ignore it. The waiter came to take my order, and as we ordered, Master started playing with the controls. The droning device became more animated, speeding up, and slowing down. It was driving me nuts. I needed to cum soon, and I remembered what he’d said yesterday; that he’d make me cum at the restaurant, and I’d have to ask for his permission. I tried to concentrate on the menu, hoping that by doing so, I’d forget the persistent pulsing in my pussy.

I ordered first, getting the Steak Frites, a top sirloin with their famous Maine sea salt fries, and a Bearnaise sauce. Both of the young wolves, ordered a 20 oz, ribeye, rare. Quinn looked like he couldn’t make up his mind about what he wanted to order, asking the waiter questions about nearly every item on the menu. I was so close, ready to scream, and I couldn’t take any more.

“Permission to cum, Sir?” I said, as quietly as I could, but loud enough I knew Quinn’s lupine ears could hear me.

“I’m sorry, Jessica, what was that.”

“May I please cum, Sir. Please?” A little louder.

“I didn’t quite catch that, Jessica. What is it you want?”

I gave up trying to be subtle. I knew he wanted the waiter to hear my begging. “May I please orgasm, Master?” In my normal speaking voice.

The waiter looked at me, at the tension in my body, the desperation in my eyes, the plea on my face.

“Let me think about that for a moment.”

Quinn resumed looking at the menu, asking questions which the waiter only half listened to, watching me.

I couldn’t hold out any longer, having gone far longer than I could have hoped under the most optimistic of circumstances. I spasmed, my body shaking as the tsunami flowed through me, moaning loud enough the old man and his wife at the next table could hear me, and both looked at me, quivering, having a fabulous orgasm.

“You didn’t have my permission. That’s five swats to your bare ass,” Quinn said, and he was loud enough for anyone nearby to hear.

I saw the old lady’s eyes widen and her husband grin.

His goal accomplished, Quinn ordered the ribeye, rare, with the bordelaise sauce, the same order as the other wolves, which I could have predicted he’d eat, smiling at me as I shuddered through another gut wrenching orgasm. That was the theme for the rest of the evening. Any time someone was at our table, whether delivering our food, refreshing our water, taking dessert orders, Quinn would turn on my toy, play with the controls until I asked for permission to cum. And they loved coming to our table. I’m sure we got twice the service of any other party at the restaurant.

Half of the time he denied permission, with a reminder I needed to suffer his hand on my ass another five times. Half of the time he gave it, then made me thank him for giving me permission to orgasm. I’m sure every person within ten feet, and everyone in the kitchen, knew what a slut I was and what I’d be doing later. As embarrassed as I was, I still loved it.

I’d lost all control, and had no choice as to whether or not I was going to be a slut. It was Quinn’s decision now, and he was determined to turn me into his slut. Hell, his collar announced it to the world. ‘Quinn’s Slut’.

When they came for the dessert order, Quinn told the two puppies to drink some coffee as he was sure I’d be keeping them up half the night, so now the waiter and surrounding guests knew I was not only Quinn’s plaything, I’d be a toy for all three men.

I was surprised when the older couple stopped by our table after they paid their bill.

“We enjoyed the floor show,” the gentleman said.

“Enjoy it while you can, honey,” the gray haired lady said. “The baby will slow you down a lot.”

I blushed while Quinn laughed. “Jessica has agreed to be a surrogate mother,” he said. “Half of the fun is putting a new bun in the oven.”

She laughed and patted my shoulder. “That’s very daring, dear. I never could have managed it when I was younger.”

“Can you manage it now?” Quinn asked. My God, the man had no filter at all. Anything came out of his mouth. I assumed he could smell her arousal too.

She smiled and said, “I think my husband might have a problem with it.”

“Don’t be too sure, my dear,” the gentleman said. “It might be amusing. Would you like to see the young woman spanked on her bare tush?”