The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

“Invite your husband to watch with you. He might like watching me get a bare assed spanking and fucking and watch me lick your pussy.”

Alicia gave a double sniff. What I was saying was pushing her buttons and getting her hot. Sheila and Frank looked at one another.

“Text him and ask, see what he says,” Master said.

Roxanne blushed and hurried away after taking our order. Roxanne wandered back fairly frequently to refill our glasses, ask how everything was, but mostly, to see Master feed me, tease me, make me cum in public, asking for permission to cum each time and rapidly earning a lengthier spanking. When she brought the bill, she informed us that she’d texted her husband about us, and they both wanted to watch.

“What time do you get off work, Roxanne?” Master said.

“Nine.”

“We’re staying at the Courtyard Mankato. Why don’t you and your husband come at 9:30. I’m sure my slut will have earned a longer spanking by then. What’s his name?”

“Winston.”

Master gave her the room number. “If you and Winston aren’t there by ten, I’ll assume you got cold feet, and I’ll start her spanking without you. If you do come, expect a lot of nudity and sex.”

Roxanne blushed again. “We’ll be there,” she said.

At 9:30, Roxanne and Winston were knocking on our door. All of us were naked. We’d promised nudity and sex. Nudity was first on the list. Frank and Sheila were naked with the rest of us, and Frank’s frankfurter was an inch longer than my husband and a quarter inch thicker. Because I was ripe with arousal, his cock was erect. Alicia and Brigitte were performing their acts of obeisance. They might be of similar rank, but they were still in another pack’s territory. Alicia was sucking off Frank, Brigitte was dining al fresco on Sheila’s pussy. I was sitting on Master’s lap while he played with assorted womanly pieces and parts that had me jacked up and ready to cum.

I still had my harness contraption on, though the yoga shorts and crop top tee were gone. My wrist cuffs were still clipped to my thigh cuffs by the six inch connecting strap, so I couldn’t reach the door knob. Master set me down on the bed, and answered the door himself, with a towel wrapped around his waist. The towel did nothing to hide the fact that he was erect.

“Welcome, Winston, Roxanne, so nice of you to join us,” Master said, ushering them in. It was easy to grasp we were in the midst of a mini-orgy, as no one had stopped what they were doing, but Master and me. Master introduced the others, who waved as they were introduced.

They looked at each other and gripped each other’s hands a little tighter.

“Uh, thanks for inviting us,” Winston said.

“Well, I have to admit your wife seemed a little intrigued by what was going on in the restaurant. A lot of people might have questions about Dominance and submission, especially if they don’t know anything about it. We figured she had questions, but the restaurant doesn’t lend itself to discussions about sex, so thought she might like to know more, but we couldn’t invite her without her husband. How would that look? How many orgasms did you have tonight without my permission, Pussycat?”

“Ten at the restaurant, Master, and another five since we got to our room, sir.”

“So seventy-five swats to your bare derrière?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Fifteen orgasms! Were you fondling her at the restaurant?” Winston asked. “That seems a bit obvious and risky?”

“Quite right. I managed to grab her boob a few times, but nothing too overt. Didn’t want to get kicked out. No, I have a toy, a delightful little thing. It’s charging at the moment. Let me grab it. It should be almost fully charged.”

Master grabbed my Lush and showed it to them both. “This fits inside of the vagina, sort of rubbing against her g-spot. When it’s inside of her, it’s very quiet, but very effective. Would you like to see it in action?”

They looked at each other again, then the others. Alicia was finishing off Frank and Sheila was moaning through her third orgasm. I got the impression that Roxanne was impressed with the cock that came out of Alicia’s mouth, and the fact she’d gotten all of it down.

“Uh, yeah,” Winston said.

Master asked me to stand up and spread my legs. He inserted the toy inside of me again and made sure it was ready to be turned on. The little pink tail dangled from between my pubic lips, which were pretty much flecked with pussy dew.

Pulling out his phone, Sean showed them how to operate the toy, the different preset patterns and speeds, the music mode, which he said was a blast to use when one went out dancing, or to crank the music in the car and turn an otherwise long drive into pussy melting pleasure.

“What really makes it great, is you can manually control the speeds and patterns by rubbing the screen on your smart phone.” Master turned it on and showed them. “Just moving your finger up and down and side to side is delightful. I usually just let it go on a preset pattern until the waiter or waitress is at our table, then start manually manipulating the controls so I can make Pussycat orgasm while they’re taking our orders or delivering food. That’s what was so entrancing to Roxanne. Since my slut has to ask for my permission to orgasm, and get my permission, it’s quite embarrassing for her, which makes her orgasms even more explosive.”

“Master, may I cum?” I asked.

“Yes, you may, Pussycat,” Master said.

They both watched me as I climaxed again and more fluids dripped down from my pussy.Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

“I strongly recommend getting one of these for your wife,” Master said. “You can be watching a movie, or even sports on TV and give her an orgasm at the same time. It’s a lot of fun. Here, why don’t you try it?”

Master handed Winston his phone and while Master came over and stood behind me, fondling my throbbing breasts and turgid nipples, Winston and Roxanne took turns giving me orgasms, watching with delight as I spasmed for their pleasure, asking for permission to cum. I got permission most times, but did get another five added to my total.

While I squirmed from my orgasms, I managed to tug Master’s towel off, so his erection was also visible to our guests. His was almost as impressive as Frank’s. Winston also had one by this point, though not quite as impressive, at least from the bulge in his pants.

Master got his phone back. “I guess you came mostly to see what it’s like when a grown woman gets spanked, so why don’t we get started on that. Pussycat, over my lap.”

“Yes, Master.” I draped myself over Master’s erection, bottom up and tingling in anticipation.

“Feel free to ask any questions while we’re doing this. No worries. Pussycat, keep count and thank me.”

“Yes, sir.” Smack, “One, thank you, sir.” Smack, the other cheek. “Two, thank you, sir.”

“You want to swat hard enough to leave a nice hand print, at least for the first couple,” Master said, “although her ass becomes totally red by the time we do eighty. I don’t like bruising, because I don’t want to damage this perfect ass, so I don’t like to break blood vessels, but just a nice stingy swat that smarts.”

Smack. “Three, thank you, sir.”

“Does it hurt?” Roxanne asked. Smack. “Four, thank you, sir.”

“It wouldn’t be a spanking if it didn’t hurt,” Master said. Smack. “Five, thank you, sir.” “But you have to remember, Pussycat has had over twenty orgasms since supper started. Only sixteen of them without permission. You know how good an orgasm feels. Her body has been flooded with all kinds of pain killing endorphins that help suppress pain. It’s not uncommon for her to orgasm again during a spanking.” Smack. “Five, thank you, sir.” “In a way, she anticipates and expects some amount of pain, and she has a safe word she can use if it becomes unbearable.” Smack. “Six, thank you, sir.” “I even left the toy running in one of the preset patterns, and that arousal helps mitigate any pain she might be feeling.” Smack. “Seven, thank you, sir.” “Pussycat, your thoughts on the pain?” Smack.

“Eight, thank you, sir. Well, Master. I’m a runner, and when you run a lot…” Smack. “Nine, thank you, sir. When you run long distances, everything starts to hurt, and you get tired and sore and out of breath…” Smack. “Ten, thank you, sir. But despite the pain of running, you have like a ‘runner’s high’, and you don’t stop running because everything hurts. You get a second wind, and you just push through it.” Smack. “Eleven, thank you, sir. I mean, I don’t like pain. I certainly bitch as much as the next person if I stub my toe, or burn myself, but it’s an erotic sort of pain, which isn’t the same.” Smack. “Twelve, thank you, sir. And there’s this thing called sub space, which is sort of like that runner’s high, where everything is shunted to the background, so you’re not thinking of it.” Smack. “Thirteen, thank you, sir. I know you’re smacking my ass. I feel it, but it’s like it creates this warmth in my ass, then my pussy, and my tits.” Smack. “Fourteen. Thank you, sir. “That warmth seems to build up, which is usually when I orgasm from a spanking, which is why shorter ones don’t turn me on as much.” Smack. “Fifteen, thank you, sir. I usually need at least thirty-five or forty of them to give me the build up to an orgasm.” Smack. “Sixteen. Thank you, sir. That’s the way I feel about it anyway. Of course, having Winston and Roxanne here watching you tan my ass has got me more turned on than usual.” Smack. “Seventeen, thank you, sir. So I might orgasm easier tonight.”

They continued to ask about my submission and all it entailed during my spanking, while I continued to get whacked, counting, and thanking my Master. I orgasmed thrice during the spanking, because I was aroused, and the Lush was buzzing merrily away in my pussy. I got permission for all of those, so eighty was as high as I went. Then Master had Winston and Roxanne feel my hot ass, before he pulled the Lush out of my soggy slit, and replaced it with his fat prick and fucked me hard. That was like a mini-spanking in itself, but I still climaxed five more times I was so jazzed. It was no accident that they’d been standing right beside me feeling my ass when he claimed my pussy. More for them to think about, up close and personal.

Master left a mess in my pussy, which Brigitte cleaned up, and Alicia sucked his dick clean. Winston must have had aching balls by this time, and Roxanne looked hot and bothered herself.

“Now, if I’m not mistaken, my slut offered to lick Roxanne’s pussy tonight,” Master said. “I don’t know how you feel about it, Winston, but I enjoy watching two women have sex. Usually puts a little bit more lead in my pencil, if you know what I mean. It’s up to you both, but if you’d like to see Roxanne get her kitty licked by my Pussycat, let us know, otherwise, I guess we’re done now.”

They looked at each other again. I could tell that Roxanne wanted to do it. I couldn’t smell her, but her body language gave that away. Her body was screaming ‘please, please, please, let me cum.’

Winston wanted to see it, but was afraid to let Roxanne get undressed around all of the obvious big cocked studs.

“If you’re worried about Roxanne being naked in front of everyone,” I said, “we can go to the living area of the suite. Brigitte will have to come with me because one of my bodyguards always goes with me, but it will just be me, Brigitte and you, that Roxanne will be naked for.”

“Uh, okay. That’s acceptable.”

So we stepped out the bedroom into the entry area where they had a desk, couch, and a couple of chairs. I helped Roxanne undress, and had her sit in one of the chairs while I knelt down in front of her. I gave her three mind blowing orgasms. After the first one, Winston pulled out his dick (average, say 5 and 1/2 inches) and started masturbating. Brigitte tossed him a hand towel and told him not to cum on the rug or me.