The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

Road Trip, Wisconsin – A Sweet Surprise

Patty watched as Quinn finished me off, and even after he climaxed, he was still hard when he pulled out of me. Patty’s eyes popped a little when she saw the full extent of his cock.

“Damn, you weren’t kidding about him having junk in the trunk.”

Quinn said, “Good to see you again, Patty. I’d have more to see if you took off your clothes. Don’t stand on ceremony. Dani, clean up this mess.”Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

“Yes, Master.”

As Patty started to strip, Dani cleaned off Quinn’s cock, then my pussy, which was frothy with cum. Patty looked every bit as good naked as I remembered from the locker room.

When I wasn’t dripping anymore, I said, “Patty, you remember Gretchen from school?”

“Yeah, hey Gretch. I thought you were a lezzie. How did you get pregnant?”

“Getting paid, like Jessica. I decided I could stay a gold star lesbian, or make money. I chose money.”

“You sort of met my Master, Quinn Whelan, and fellow submissive, Dani Ferguson, at the store. Did you ever meet my parents?”

“Never to talk to, no.”

“This is my mother and father, Anita and Simon Huppert. My parents are seeing what it’s like being submissive like I am, so Mom is currently under submission to Quinn, and Dad to Brigitte O’ Reilly. It’s only temporary, during my stay in town. Dad isn’t really submissive, but he wanted to see what I go through. Brigitte is my friend and bodyguard, also pregnant. Then we have Simone Bonifay, another surrogate, with her two bodyguard companions, Nathaniel and Daphne, who are married, but in an open relationship, and Randa Briggs, a fellow surrogate mother. This is the local Wisconsin man, Gerhard, who is paying money to local women to be surrogates. He’s the one paying Gretchen. This woman, Janet, is Gerhard’s submissive, who just accepted his collar, and this beautiful girl is Dawn.” I pointed to the wolf. “Everyone, this is Patricia Fremont, a high school friend.”

“That doesn’t look like a dog. That looks like a wolf,” Patty said.

“A hybrid wolf,” I admitted. “Very intelligent and obedient. Why don’t you give her some commands?”

Patty gave her several orders, sit, roll over, beg; all of which Dawn had no difficulty doing.

“That’s pretty good.”

“Give her something really hard. Do you drink beer or soft drinks with your pizza?”

“Beer is fine.”

“Dawn, bring Patty a beer.”

Dawn trotted into the kitchen and came back a few seconds later with a beer in her mouth. She walked up to Patty and extended the beer to her hand.

“That is fucking amazing,” Patty said, taking the beer.

“You should pet her for being such a good girl and bringing you a beer.”

Patty cautiously put her hand down and petted Dawn’s head. “Good girl. Thanks for the beer.” Dawn whined and rubbed against Patty’s hand.

“She likes you. Dawn is Gerhard’s. He raises and trains wolves. They make excellent guard animals. Do you still run?”

“Every day.”

“Do you ever get hassled on a run?”

“Sometimes.”

“Imagine running with a wolf. No one would hassle you. Dawn, protect Patty. Quinn grab a knife and pretend to threaten her.

Quinn got a serving knife off the table for cutting pizzas, and crouched down in a threatening manner, approaching Patty with the knife extended. Dawn crouched down facing Quinn and started growling, the hair on her back up, tail out. Quinn set down the knife and sat down and Dawn immediately sat down and made a soft woof.

“Brigitte, do the same thing.”

Brigitte picked up the knife and all of the behaviors got repeated, until Brigitte put down the knife.

“That’s the smartest fucking dog I ever met,” Patty said.

“You have no idea. But, like you first said, a wolf. She probably doesn’t appreciate being called a dog. Good girl, Dawn. You’re a wonderful wolf.”

Dawn stood up and wagged her tail. “Pet her again, Patty. Show her you appreciate how she protected you.”

Patty started rubbing Dawn. “You’re such a good girl, Dawn. Thank you for protecting me.”

Dawn whined. Quinn said, “Dawn says you give good head.”

Patty started laughing. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“No, that’s what she said. You give good head.”

“You speak wolf?”

“Fluently,” Quinn said. “That’s what they used to call men who chased after women and seduced them. Nowadays, I’d be called a Player, or Pussy Hound. I feel more like a wolf. Whelan is the English pronunciation of the Irish word for wolf.”

“Yeah, the wolf symbol on your card. Cute.”

“Why don’t we eat the pizza while it’s hot,” Quinn said, “then you and I can go upstairs and party. If you still want more dick when I’m done, I’m sure Nat or Gerhard would be happy to share theirs. We all like pussy.”

“You talked me into it.”

We all ate pizza. I got Dawn some raw hamburger and put it down on the floor next to Patty. Dawn stayed with her as Patty ate. Occasionally, Patty would stick her hand down and pet her protector. Not afraid of wolves, even if she still might have a problem with dogs.

Quinn sat next to Patty, talking to her, getting to know her better. His cock remained hard, and she kept noticing, glancing down frequently at the spear between his legs.

It was close to the end of the meal and Quinn said, “You have an amazing body, Patty. You’re a beautiful woman, but can I ask you a question?”

“Sure.”

“Why Patty? You’re an African queen. You shouldn’t go by Patty anymore. The diminutive doesn’t suit you. You should go by Patricia, or even Pat. Patty is a girl’s name. Patricia is a woman’s name. Hell, ‘Your Highness’ fits you better than Patty does.”

It was possible for a black woman to blush. I could see it. Not only that, her nipples became hard nubbins. I could see the internal preening as she absorbed his words. Wolf, seducer of women, fit him very well. I couldn’t smell her arousal, but every wolf could. Hell, it was so strong, I might even be able to smell it if it weren’t for the pizza.

“You can call me Your Highness if you want to,” Patty said.

“Then, your Highness, I think it’s time we adjourn to one of the bedrooms so I can worship you.”

Quinn took her hand, and pulled her to her feet, then picked her up and carried her upstairs, Dawn trotting along behind them. Her highness was a screamer of the first order. Everyone knew what was happening at any given moment.

“Lick me, right there. Just like that.” “Oh, fuck, you’re good.” “Stick your cock in me.” “Your cock is so good.” “You fill me up.” “Fuck me harder.” “Fuck me faster.” “Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m cumming.” That last one got repeated a lot.

The rest of us picked up the kitchen, then Janet received her punishment before getting fucked by Gerhard. Shortly after that, Gretchen left for her house, taking Ingrid and I with, leaving the others to the debauchery soon to follow.

******

Gretchen and I talked to her parents, James and Sue, for an hour or so before we went to bed. There were a lot of questions about my pregnancy. They asked about Brigitte, who’d they’d met before, even having sex with her.

“Well, Brigitte is pregnant too.”

“I thought she was infertile?”

Blabbermouth. That’s why lies were so tricky. Sometimes a lie comes back to bite you on the ass. “Turns out she wasn’t. James knocked her up that night she spent with you. Must have been Conor who was infertile.”

Their jaws dropped open like they were unhinged.

“Jessica is teasing,” Gretchen said. “She’s only three and a half months along. If Dad knocked her up, she’d be as pregnant as I am.”

“God, you scared me half to death,” James said. “We’re not ready for the financial responsibility of another child.”

“You don’t have to worry about that,” I said, laughing. “Brigitte wouldn’t ask for financial help. She’s giving up the child. A baby would interfere with her job as a bodyguard. In fact, my parents are taking it.”

“Aren’t they a little old for another baby?” Sue asked

“Yeah, they feel a little responsible. It was my Dad who knocked her up, when my parents and Gretchen came to Maine to visit me. You weren’t the only Rhinelanders getting a little on the side.”

“Your parents slept with Brigitte too?” Sue asked.

“And Conor, and a few others. Turns out my parents are quite kinky. Who knew older couples enjoyed sex so much.” They both blushed. “I hated even imagining my parents having sex, but now I’ve seen them.”

“When you say your parents had sex with Conor, does that mean…?”

“No, Dad’s never had sex with Conor.” (He has a few others as of this week, but not Conor.) “They just shared my mom. You know, one in front, one behind.”

“Oh, my,” Sue said. She seemed flushed and started fanning herself.

“I can set something up for you and James if you want,” I said.

“That won’t be necessary, will it, James?” Sue said.

“Let me think about that a bit.”

“Dad!” “James!” Both came out at the same time.

“Hey, we enjoyed Brigitte, didn’t we,” James said. “Think about it. You haven’t been with another man since we got married. Wouldn’t you like to see what it’s like? I need to figure out if I could watch you with another man, but it does have some appeal. I liked watching you with Brigitte. This is a little different, but not much.”

“You’re a pimp,” Gretchen said to me.

“I guess I am.”

Leaving that up in the air and them deep in conversation, we went to Gretchen’s room, where Ingrid was waiting. There ensued a lot of pussy licking, tribbing, even a strap-on or two. We were pretty sated, and resting comfortably in each other’s arms.

“What’s it like being spanked?” Gretchen asked. “I couldn’t believe you orgasmed while Quinn was spanking you.”

“It ties into my submission. I’m not sure everyone would climax, but I frequently do.”

“Does it hurt?”

“Some. Not as much as you think. Orgasms, sex, the anticipation of sex, the promise of sex to follow, my arousal in being his submissive slut; they all help reduce the pain and increase the pleasure.”

“What do you mean?”

“Ingrid, you ready to lick her again?” I asked.

“Born ready.”