The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

On the hike itself, the three sluts (including me), all had their shirts unbuttoned most of the way down our fronts so we’d occasionally flash our breasts on the trail. Tom had the most difficult time keeping up the pace. He was a coder for a software company in Silicon Valley, and rarely got exercise. Annette had a regular exercise regimen, so did fairly well in comparison. Normally, we wouldn’t have stopped except to eat lunch, drinking water while walking, but we stopped three times during our hike, so Tom could catch a breather. Each time we stopped, Annette got a protein shake in addition to water or food as she sucked my husband’s big dick in front of hers.

Occasionally as we hiked, we’d meet hikers coming the opposite direction on the trail, and we were told to bare our breasts for them so they got a good look at the goods. I’m sure Tom’s balls were aching by the time we got back, as Master was the only one who received relief on the hike. Back at the trailhead, Master fucked Annette in the back seat of Tom’s vehicle, so the car would smell of his wife’s adulterous fucking as they drove back to Zion. She was bobbing up and down his cock in the back seat, moaning like a banshee from her fucking as Tom watched kneeling on the front seat. Sean told Annette she could suck her husband’s cock when they were back in their hotel room, but not before, and her pussy was now off limits to her husband’s cock until her new Bull in San Francisco took over her submission.

“Yes, Master. No more pussy for my husband’s cock.”

“I want you to call me once a day for further instructions on your vacation, say while you’re lying in bed ready to go to sleep.”

“Of course, sir. I’ll obey you no matter what you tell me to do.”

Sean kissed her before they left, giving her lots of tongue and manhandling her breasts.

“Did I do that well?” Sean asked as we watched them drive away.

“Perfectly, sir. You’ve helped create a new breeder for the pack, dominated another man’s wife and cuckolded her husband. I’m proud of how well you did.”

“And it didn’t bother you a bit?”

“No, Master. When I’m your submissive, I’m in a mindset that you can do what you want, when you want, and I’ve grown used to the polyamory of wolves. If you do so openly in front of me, I accept it. Don’t ever sneak around on me or cheat behind my back. That would hurt me, because there’s no need for you to do so.”

He smiled at me, and gave me a proper hug and a kiss, promising me a genuine fucking as soon as we got to our new room, a hotel in Cannonville, the largest of the towns around Bryce Canyon. He gave it to me good, especially since he’d climaxed five times already today, so he had a lot of staying power. Every night for the next eight nights, Annette called Master and got her instructions for the next day, at least two of which were fucking big dicked wolves that Magnus sent after Brigitte notified him that a new breeder had to be kept satisfied while she was on vacation while her husband watched.

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There were no towns convenient to our next stop, Capitol Reef National Park. After we hiked for several hours, we put the second seat down in the Grand Cherokee and Sean and I slept in the back of the SUV. Bonnie slept in the back seat of her rental, while both Alicia and Brigitte shifted and slept outside on the ground, after eating sandwiches for supper, just like we’d done for lunch. We did take a little time for sex before sleeping, both Alicia and Brigitte getting fucked that night, since they hadn’t gotten dick for a couple of days, but whichever one wasn’t getting fucked, made sure I got some sexual attention.

We packed up early so we got to our next destination, Canyonlands National Park at a reasonable hour for a good long hike. Like the Grand Canyon, much of Canyonlands had been carved by the Colorado river, the rest by the Green river, which flowed into the Colorado within the park. We were all getting lots of exercise, and Sean was finding it easier and easier to keep up with the rest of us on our hikes. Bonnie looked like she’d lost five pounds since we found her, the combination of sex and exercise doing good things for her. Bonnie and I still had to flash our boobs at some of the other hikers, but we didn’t slow down much, only a brief stop for lunch, drinking water on the way.

We’d booked two nights at The Gonzo Inn in Moab in a Rim Vista Suite which slept five, in a king size bed and queen sleeper sofa. Brigitte and Bonnie would get the sofa. The other three of us fit snugly in the king. It had a fireplace, a large jetted bathtub, and a kitchenette for making our sandwiches. Moab was a larger town, and there were some good places for groceries, a few bars and restaurants in case we wanted to play any of our games. Arches National Park was just out of town, so we could do a day of hiking there, return for another good night’s sleep, before heading to Colorado.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

It was also big enough to have a regional airport and a few car rental companies, so we could also return Bonnie’s car. Before getting supper, we dropped off her vehicle, and we were back to one car again. We ate at the Moab Diner across the street from our Inn. We didn’t really get any nibbles when I was led into the cafe by my Master, although we got plenty of inquiring looks. The restaurant didn’t really lend itself to relaxed conversations about submission and the like.

There was club nearby, called the Cabana Club, inside Woody’s Tavern, where they had live music, dancing and drinking. We decided to try the second option I’d presented to Sean, and he went into the club first, taking a small table near the dance floor. The four of us women went in five minutes later, and got a table for four, two tables away from Sean, where I could keep an eye on him. I was wearing my collar, but not a leash, as was Bonnie. Seeing four provocatively dressed, fit, lovely women without male escorts was like waving a red flag at a bull. In five minutes, we’d each been hit on twice. Bonnie was the only one to order alcohol, the rest of us drinking soft drinks or water.

In the time I’d sat there, two women had already approached my lonely looking husband, sitting by himself.

The third group of three guys to hit on us offered to get us drinks. They were rangy, cowboy looking fellows with boots and hats, ruggedly handsome sorts.

“I can’t drink,” I said, “baby on board.”

Both wolves declined alcohol, but Bonnie got another, with Brigitte’s permission.

The men asked us to dance. I declined, and Brigitte stayed with me for my protection, but Alicia and Bonnie got up to dance. The third man had a seat. He wanted to chat up Brigitte, since I said I was pregnant, and had wedding rings on, so figured I was out of the loop. She was polite enough, but really didn’t push the conversation forward. After five minutes, he started chatting with me. His nickname was Buck, he didn’t give us his real name as he said he was embarrassed by it.

“Are you really a Pussycat?” He asked, commenting on my collar.

“I’m someone’s Pussycat,” I said, “but not everyone’s.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m in a submissive relationship to a Master, and he calls me Pussycat.”

“Is it the same man who put the rings on your fingers?”

“It is.”

“Where’s he?”

He was currently dancing with about the fourth woman who’d hit on him, a lovely lass, blonde, very nice figure, but he was keeping an eye on me at the same time, although not because he was worried about me. “He’s nearby,” I said.

“If I were married to you, I wouldn’t let you out of my sight,” Buck said.

“That’s nice, but I give him latitude to fuck other women if he wants. Hard to pick up women if he’s got his eye on me all the time.”

“Do you have the same latitude?”

“Not without his permission. He hasn’t given me permission to fuck other men, yet, but I get to fuck her,” I said, pointing to Brigitte, “plus the other two women who were at the table with us.”

“That doesn’t seem fair,” he said, putting his hand on my knee.

I removed his hand. “It may not be fair, but I’m his property, not the other way around. If you put your hand on my person again, I’ll need to break your hand.”

He looked at me, then Brigitte. “She’s not joking,” she said. “She will break your hand. I’ve taught her how.”

“Can I dance with you?” Buck asked Brigitte.

“When the blonde comes back. One of us will remain at this table with her at all times. If you want to dance, get your buddy back here.”

“I’ll give him another couple dances. Are any of us going to get lucky tonight?”

Brigitte smiled. She rubbed his crotch. “It’s possible, but that depends.”

“On what.”

“On how willing you are to fuck in front of other people, because we’re not going to leave with you. It has to be in our hotel room. The brunette is my submissive bitch, and she’ll do what I say. You’ll need to use condoms, so if you don’t have any, you’re shit out of luck.”

“We can get some,” Buck said. “I’ll have to chat with the others about the rest of it.”

Master was back at his seat again, the blonde he was dancing with was seated with him. He gave me a thumbs up. Looked like I’d be licking a new pussy tonight. Another couple of dances and the other four came back and when they sat down. The two men had a brief whispered conference with Buck, and they both nodded. He held his hand out to Brigitte who took it and led Buck out on the dance floor. They got up close and personal.