Mated to the Pack Ch. 25

In this chapter, Jessica continues her honeymoon and witnesses her grandfather marry a human. This chapter contains oral sex, anal sex, interracial and interspecies sex, lesbian sex, Dominance and submission. My thanks to my editors for their invaluable assistance, JohnnyGalt and Steve150177. All remaining mistakes are mine.

Mated to the Pack, Ch 25

Rhinelander - Gerhard's Mating

Paula licked me the following morning while Master fucked me. She was getting better, even licking out his semen when he orgasmed. While we packed our things, I told her that she needed to thank her boyfriend for his understanding.

"Do I really need a boyfriend?" Paula asked. "Can't I just hang with wolves?"

"Are you ready to give up your family and everything else you know?" I asked her.

"Why would I have to do that?"

"Because wolves don't age like we do. Hotah is in his early hundreds. Twenty years from now, you'll be what, forty-five, developing wrinkles, getting gray hair, your body going to pot unless you take very good care of yourself. Hotah may look another couple years older. There's a reason you didn't know about werewolves. It's a secret. How long will it be a secret if the people you hang out with don't age like everyone else and you do? The child I'm carrying now, Master's child, will never be able to know his paternal grandmother as his grandmother, because she won't be aging like everyone else around her is aging. She only looks a couple years older than her son. She'll be introduced as a friend of the family, and she'll need to disappear out of her grandchild's life before the fact she's not getting old like everyone else becomes apparent, even to a child. My grandfather looks younger than my mother. Ten years, maybe less, is about as long as a wolf can remain around humans before it becomes obvious to everyone they're not human. Then, you either give up the wolf you're fucking, and get another one, or you disappear from your own family's lives forever.

"I loved a wolf, but I couldn't marry a wolf. I can't grow old with a wolf. I'd die before he even looked old. I had to find a human to love, which is why I'm so glad I found Sean. He knows about them, and he can spend time with his mother on the wolf compound, and she can see, and perhaps stay in some non-visual contact with her grandchild, but when your grandchild will grow old and die before you do, there's no way you can remain a part of both societies. You either go to the packs, and give up hanging around humans, or live with humans and get an occasional fuck fix from wolves. Slowly allow Hotah to become your Master, giving up more and more to him each time, but still remain responsive to Jeremiah if Hotah isn't around. If Jeremiah is otherwise a good boyfriend, and would be a good husband, don't give him up for the elusive promise of wolf sex. Let the wolves you fuck change relatively frequently, change Masters every five years or so, then Jeremiah, or anyone else you're close to, doesn't find out about them.

"It's bad enough that they heal so quickly. I've stabbed my wolf bodyguards several times in self defense class, and they don't have scars. If other people were to see that, the wolf secret would get out. In just a couple more years, I'll have to give up Brigitte and Alicia as my bodyguards, because the humans who don't know about wolves, are going to see that they're not changing, and I am. I'll get new ones until I've stopped making puppies, and then wolves will disappear from my life except for some close friends who I'll only be able to visit on wolf compounds, not in public."

"I see what you mean."

"Be good to Jeremiah. If he lets you submit to and fuck a wolf on occasion, he's a good man and you should hold onto him. Keep him happy. Give him a nice blow job, convince him he's the best and you never want to lose him."

We dropped Paula off at her apartment and headed out of town, a rather late start to the day. The drive to Rhinelander would be thirteen hours if we tried to do it all in one day, so we were making a stop in Mankato, Minnesota, after a little over six hours. We had a double queen room at the Courtyard Mankato Hotel and Event Center. Mankato was within the jurisdiction of the southern Wisconsin pack, and they were sending a couple wolves to supper at the restaurant we had reservations at tonight, Pappageorge. We checked into the hotel first, Master bringing me in on my leash. The man checking us in, was kind of interested in my submission, but male, not a breeder, so we didn't push it, answering his questions, but not inviting more. Let him figure it out on his own.

To go out to dinner, I wore some yoga shorts with the Lush inside of me, and a crop top tee shirt showing lots of belly and the hint of underboobs, with the new harness Hotah and Makawee had given to me. Talk about looking like a submissive slut. If you looked it up in a dictionary, you'd find my picture next to the description. Master made sure my wrists were fastened to my thigh cuffs, so he'd have to feed me.

The wolves were waiting there when we got there, scenting us right away. That was the good part of traveling with wolves. You didn't need to know what anyone looked like when you were meeting a stranger. The wolves could smell each other and immediately knew who they were. The two wolves meeting us were an unmated male and female, Frank and Sheila, who looked Brigitte's age, so maybe 55-65, somewhere in there.

They were surprised that we weren't more low key, as wolves usually tried not to stand out in a crowd. Because of their age, they were roughly the same rank as my two, and Brigitte and Alicia weren't as deferential as they usually were.

"Watch and learn, Padawan," Brigitte said, "and you'll see why Wolf Daughter and her mate, Sean, have already attracted enough breeders for two dozen more pack puppies on their honeymoon."

Sure enough, Master was playing with the controls on my Lush when the waitress came for our drink orders. Her name was Roxanne and she looked to be under thirty.

"Master, may I please cum?" I asked, already on the cusp of a great orgasm. She looked at me sharply as I spoke.

"Not unless you want a spanking on your bare ass, Pussycat." Now she was looking at my Master, astonishment writ large on her face.

"Please, Master, I need to cum so bad."

"Sorry, Pussycat."

Brigitte gave an exaggerated sniff, letting us know Roxanne was becoming aroused. Before Roxanne took my order, (diet Coke and water) I orgasmed anyway, and it was special. I moaned loud enough the tables next to ours could hear me.

"Five swats, slut," Master said, sliding a hand under my tee and pinching a nipple.

Roxanne's eyes widened at the lewd gesture.

"Yes, Master. Thank you, sir."

I had to orgasm again when she brought the drinks, and took the food orders. I asked for permission, and didn't get it. Had one anyway.

Pappageorge's had steak, so that's what the wolves got, bloody. Master wanted to try freshwater fish, so he got the Walleye broiled in lemon butter. To make it easier for Master to feed me, I got fish and chips, less cutting, and finger food so I could suck on his fingers when he fed me.

When Roxanne took my order, I was boiling. I started to order, but halfway through, I asked for permission to cum again. I got permission and had another one while she watched in amazement.

"Aren't you embarrassed?" Roxanne whispered when I could finally give the balance of my order.

"I don't live in Mankato, so it really doesn't matter what I do here. I can be the perfect slut for my Master."

"Does he really spank you?"

"He really does, and after he spanks his naked submissive on her bare ass, he always has an erection, so then he fucks me hard. Would you like to see what that looks like?"

"What? Watch you get spanked?"

"And fucked. And if you're a really good girl, I'll lick your pussy when he's done with me."

"Oh, I couldn't."

"Why not?"

"I'm married."

"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.

"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.