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She turned to her husband, shocked. My own mouth dropped two floors. Maybe I shouldn’t be as shocked as I was. Look at my own parents and what had happened with them. For that matter, Gretchen’s parents. Maybe I was blind to the sexual appetites of people older than myself.
Quinn handed them a card with his phone number jotted on it. “We’ll be at The Press Hotel by Marriott, until eleven tomorrow morning. Think about it. If you want to join us, call me, and I’ll give you the room number.”
When they walked away there was a lot of back and forth chatter between them. What I wouldn’t give to hear that conversation. We paid our bill, leaving a nice tip. We went back to the limo, and the driver wasn’t visible. Quinn knocked on the door.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.
“Just a minute, be right with you.”
When the driver climbed out of the car, he looked hastily put together. “Where to next, Mr. Whelan?”
“The Press Hotel. After you drop us off, you can head home. I’ll need you again at 11:30 tomorrow morning, same place.”
“Yes, sir.”
“If the couple joins us at the hotel,” Quinn said, “I’d like you to lick her pussy if she’s never been with a woman before. And, I’d like you to suck his cock. I won’t expect more than that. You may say ‘Adriana’ and I won’t pressure you, but I’d like you to think about it.”
If I did it, they’d be the oldest looking people I’d ever had sex with. I’d had sex with wolves that were much older, but looked younger. They looked around sixty, still well put together, like my parents, but holy cow.
When we checked into the hotel, Quinn said he had a reservation for a superior room with one king size bed.
The clerk, Diane from her name tag, looked at the four of us standing there, three big males and myself, me in my collar identifying me as Quinn’s Slut, in my slutty outfit, tits visible through the sheer top, covered by the pasties.
“That room only has one bed,” Diane said.
“One bed is all we need, and we won’t be sleeping all that much.” Quinn smiled.
Diane looked at me again, then the three big fellows. I felt like sinking into the floor, even as my pussy flooded. Having Quinn telling, showing or intimating to all of these strangers that I was a trollop willing to fuck three men at once, was turning me on. Conor took an exaggerated sniff, letting me know they could all smell me, a bitch in heat. Despite being turned on, I still blushed, and the clerk saw how red I became.
Diane smiled in turn, and said, “Very well, sir.”
They conducted the transaction and she handed us keys and and said, “Enjoy your stay at The Press Hotel.” Diane looked down at the prominent erections in each of the men’s trousers, brought on by my arousal. “If you need any help, I get off at eleven.” Oh good, another trollop.
“I fully intend to enjoy myself, as will we all, I think, thank you,” said Quinn. He took my arm and led me to the elevator, Matt carrying one piece of luggage.
When we got to the room, Quinn informed me that he’d brought the enema equipment and I’d best use it before they got started. He also handed me a package of nylons. “Put these on, and nothing else but your collar.”
He removed my leather collar and cuffs so I didn’t get them wet. I went into the bathroom and used the equipment, which didn’t take long because I’d used it before going to Quinn’s yesterday, then took a shower. They had a rainfall shower-head, which I found enjoyable. I brushed my teeth and hair, then put my collar back on, hearing it click when it locked. I put on the nylons, stay ups, which accented my legs, and covered up nothing else. Despite the shower, I felt myself liquifying again as soon as I put them on and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like someone who wanted to be fucked, and no doubt, would be, completely. I stepped back into the room, seeing the three wolves, naked, in varying states of hardness, Matt the hardest.
What I also saw was the elderly couple from the restaurant, dressed and seated on the couch provided in the room. I covered myself up, realized instantly that they were going to watch me get fucked, so what was the point, and lowered my hands. The elderly gentleman laughed, while his wife smiled.
“Jessica, this is Richard and Susan Hanson. Richard, Susan, this is Jessica Huppert, our bad girl this evening,” Quinn said by way of introduction. “They decided to drop by to watch you receive your spanking, and then, who knows what will happen?”
Since I imagined I’d get fucked after my spanking, I could pretty much guess what would happen afterward.
“Hello, Richard, Susan,” I said, being polite. Given I was starting to infuse the room with my pheromones, I wasn’t surprised to see the wolves all become rock hard, and Susan’s interest went from me to the big, manly shafts.
Quinn pulled me into his arms and kissed me, a kiss fraught with promise of a night of debauchery to follow, and I could feel more moisture bedew my nether lips. He sat on the bed and pulled me over his lap, so my bottom was facing our guests. By now, they might be able to view drops of my honey on my lips, I was juicing up so fast in anticipation.
“How many times did you orgasm without my permission at supper?”
“Seven times, Master.” I felt a trickle of fluid down my leg. I was such a slut.
“How many swats do you get for climaxing without permission seven times?”
“Thirty-five, sir.”
“How many times did you cum altogether?”
“Thirteen, sir.”
“Did you enjoy being a public slut?”
“Yes, Master, even though I was embarrassed, I enjoyed it.”
Quinn ran a finger through my slit, showing the couple how wet I was. “You’re ready to be fucked now, aren’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“What are you going to do for us tonight?”
“Whatever you want, Master.”
“Good answer.”
Quinn turned on my toy again, and began spanking me in front of the couple. Her breath caught every time he smacked my ass. I orgasmed twice more during my spanking, much to my shame, and got ten more added to my total. By the time Quinn finished, I knew they were staring at my much reddened bottom, which had been squirming quite lasciviously in his lap as he applied each swat. When I stood up and faced them, Susan had a hand on her clothed breast, squeezing and massaging it. Richard had formed a tent in his pants.
Lying on the bed, his mast springing straight up from his body, Quinn pulled the toy from my pussy and had me mount him cowgirl, my back to the couple again. They witnessed his fat prick pushing inside of my eager pussy. I started sliding up and down his cock until I’d coated it. Then Conor started lubing up my asshole. Quinn spread my ass cheeks, another view I’m sure they enjoyed, before Conor blocked their view with his ass, his own prick shoving deep in my fundament. Matt was the last to enter me, claiming my mouth. I was airtight for the first time in front of someone who wasn’t a wolf.
If it weren’t for the cock jammed down my throat, everyone in the motel might have heard my screams of pleasure. Richard and Susan heard them, and got up to stand beside the bed so they could see those three cocks fucking me in profile, one in each of my orifices.
I wasn’t so lost in my own pleasure, that I couldn’t hear the discussion they had beside the bed.
“You should fuck one of them. You know you want to,” Richard said.
“I’m married. Forsaking all others, remember?”
“I’m relieving you of that promise for tonight only.”
“It’s our thirty-fifth wedding anniversary. Should this be the night to break that promise.”
“Why not? It’s my gift to you.”
She turned to him and kissed him, nodding shyly. I wasn’t the only one getting fucked tonight.
Twenty minutes later, all three wolves deposited their cum in me. I sucked Conor’s and Quinn’s dicks to clean them off, while Matt licked my pussy and ass to clean me off.
Both of them were surprised to see me go ass to mouth, not knowing it had been washed out to allow me to. Matt did a good job of cleaning me, which surprised them as well, since he dug past my pucker to get as much of Conor’s cream as he could.
Susan asked me, “Do you like getting fucked in your tush?”
“It’s enjoyable if you’ve been prepared for it,” I admitted.