Mated to the Pack Ch. 30

In this chapter, the crew goes on a cruise and makes contact with other Weres. This chapter contains oral, anal, interracial, interspecies, cuckolding, Dominance, submission, and, discipline. My thanks to JohnnyGalt and Steve150177.

Mated to the Pack, Ch 30

Jaguar

Quinn did indeed wake me with a good fucking the next morning, repeating it with Lenore. The ship dropped anchor in Labadee as Lenore was getting fucked. After breakfast, we headed ashore in Labadee. Since it was a private resort, we didn't need to dress for leaving the ship either. All four sluts were once again leashed, with freshly charged Lushes in our pussies, and three of us had our Hokah harnesses on, with our hands fastened behind our backs, making our tits stand out more. Only Lenore didn't have one, but she didn't need much help with her tits sticking out.

We couldn't have sex publicly, although we had reserved some beach cabanas where coupling could take place. Anna got fucked by the three wolves in one of the cabanas with Bernard watching, then licking up their cum. A few of the others made trips to the cabanas for some sex during the course of the day, including Sean a couple of times. I saw each of the female wolves take a lucky human to the cabanas at least once when there was sufficient interest in what the men offered.

There were jet skis, an overwater zip line, parasailing, and other beach activities. And of course, there were the leashed slaves and swollen wolf cocks, mostly rampant as long as the fertile Anna was nearby.

The woman who'd approached Gretchen yesterday as the male wolves were leashed, and I was being led around by Gretchen, came back. She had on a small bikini, as opposed to being naked like most of the people were.

"Mistress, I've thought it over, and I'd agree to be a surrogate mother for infertile couples for at least one child," she told Gretchen. "Would you accept my submission?"

I was not on Gretchen's leash at the moment, that experiment over. Quinn had my leash in his meaty paw. He was watching with interest though. Gretchen turned to me for help.

"Are you looking for a shipboard romance, or a long term relationship?" I asked the woman.

"Long term."

"What's your name and where do you live?"

"Francis, and I live in Baltimore."

"Francis, we all reside in Maine. Are you willing to move to Maine, or are there circumstances that would prohibit that?" I asked.

"I'm willing to move to Maine. I can do my job from anywhere."

"My lover, Gretchen, does not believe that she's actually a Dominant. She happened to be holding my leash yesterday, as we were exploring the responses of passengers to the men being leashed. Would you consider another Mistress from among our group?"

"Who?"

"My friend Sasha," I pointed her out, "while not having submissives at the moment is certainly capable of keeping one. She's probably the most Dominant female here. My friend, Brigitte," pointing to her, "already has a submissive named Angela. You'd be competing with her for your Mistress's attentions. Maria and Sonya, reside at my house as bodyguards." I pointed them out. "Neither of them has a submissive at the moment. They're currently the house bodyguards. If you accept the Dominance of either of them, you'd reside at our house for the time being. They will leave when I deliver my fourth surrogate child, and you'd leave with them in about a year. While you lived with us, you'd be frequent bed partners with the other adults in the house, including myself and Gretchen, and possibly, my husband, Sean, when I'm in submission. You'd also be expected to help care for the two children who reside there, our children. Maria and Sonya are both capable of controlling submissives. Last, we have my friend Alicia, who could be your Dominant. She currently is working as a bodyguard for another couple. I don't know what the sexual dynamics are for them in their household. If it wasn't clear to you before, any children you have as a surrogate mother, are given up to the couples that want the child. You aren't responsible for raising or caring for them."

"What about me?" Lenore said. "I wouldn't mind having my own bitch."

"That's true," I said. "Lenore could do it. She's a switch and my sister slut, but is normally submissive to my husband, Sean, so, your ultimate Dominant then becomes a man, as he could order her to order you to do something. I suspect you would be having sex with males more frequently if you went that way. Why don't you speak to all of them and see if any of them float your submissive boat?"

Francis talked to each of the people I'd pointed out, beginning with Lenore, discussing her needs with each one. When she was talking to Sasha, she suddenly stood at attention as Sasha stood up and started walking around her. Apparently, Sasha told her to spread her legs wider as Francis spread her legs a shoulders width apart. Sasha undid the top of Francis' bikini, and pulled it down. Francis blushed but stood still. She had tight B to C cup breasts, white, as if the sun had never touched them. Sasha fondled them until her nipples were hard points. She was whispering in Francis' ear. Francis reached down and undid the ties on her bikini bottom until they fell off her hips, revealing a neatly trimmed dark brown thatch, framed in pale white skin with prominent tan lines. There was a glint of moisture on her pubic lips.

Sasha turned and headed to the nearest Cabana and Francis trailed after her. I guess Francis had found her new Mistress, or Sasha was exploring how submissive Francis was.

"Master," I asked. "Have you heard from Angelica and Bonita about their beach adventures yet?"

"I heard last night. They sent me pictures of each other masturbating on the beach. There was quite the crowd around Bonita when she did hers. Apparently, Angelica had started to attract other beach goers when she did hers, and it got larger very fast."

"What do you have them doing today?"

"They had to change out to larger plugs this morning and they have to go to an adult movie theater and masturbate. The first two men that pulled out their cocks while they masturbated were to be given a hand job, allowing the men to cum on their faces. As soon as that was done, with pictures taken, they could leave, with the cum on their face. They couldn't wipe off their faces until just before they got home."

"I'll bet they're horny little bitches this morning," Lenore said.

"I suspect so," Quinn laughed.

Speaking of cum covered faces, Sasha and Francis came out of the cabana and Francis' face was covered with girl cum. Francis came back to us and asked if any of us had sunscreen. The reason she had to ask the humans, is wolves don't burn, or rather, the sun damage is quickly repaired the way bullet holes and knife wounds were.

"We certainly do," Lenore said, tossing her the bottle, easily caught. "You look good with cum on your face."

Francis blushed again and began spreading sunscreen on her bare white parts, with Lenore rubbing it on her back making sure to rub some between her pale cheeks. When her back was done, she returned the tube and went back to her new Mistress. I wondered if she'd be told about wolves tonight.

"I need a little relief," Quinn said. "Jessica and Anna with me."

We followed Quinn to the Cabana and he fucked me until he was ready to cum, then deposited his load in Anna. He told Anna to stay there and the other two wolves would make sperm deposits before he sent Bernard to clean up the mess. He made me clean up his cock before we left.

"Tell Bernard not to clean off his face after he cleans your pussy of cum. Since Francis will be wearing hers, so can he."

Conor and Rene both went into the cabana in short order, leaving their deposit inside of her pussy before her husband was allowed to go in and clean her up. When they came out, Anna's pussy looked pristine, and Bernard's face was a frightful mess.

Bernard complained to Anna, that he hadn't fucked her for over a day, and he hadn't even gotten to watch her get fucked.

"Every time you watch, you touch your baby boy clit and masturbate. And even if I could feel your little boy clit fucking me, Bernard, you don't last more than a minute when I stroke you off. Besides all of those big, hard cocks trying to breed me leave my pussy sore. It's better that you just clean up after them and give me orgasms with your tongue, which is what you're good at, although I want you to get a lot better. I'm going to give you to that woman we met, when she meets us tomorrow morning. I want you trained to lick my pussy much better, since I have much better lovers than you now."

"Could you at least give me a blow job?"

"If you learn to be a better pussy licker, I'll be happy to give you a blow job as a reward for your new skill."

"If you want to watch your wife get bred by a superior male," Quinn said, "you can watch me. Lenore, you too."

They disappeared for twenty minutes, and when they came back, Bernard was complaining that he only saw Quinn fucking his wife for a minute, as he spent most of his time fucking Lenore, before ending in his wife with a couple of quick thrusts.

"I have to see to the needs of my sluts," Quinn said. "Your wife got what she needs to have a baby. Let's grab a bite and then go parasailing."

Quinn pulled me up and Gretchen joined us. We had some lunch and then went to one of the three boats offering parasailing. We could ride two at a time on a wing, and Quinn let Gretchen go with me. The three men who were running the operation were all black Haitians, who spoke English well. The oldest was driving the boat, while the other two did set up and kept their eyes on the fliers.

As they were strapping us in, I asked if there were any rules about sex while we were up in the air.

"Not as long as you don't unfasten your safety harness," the youngest man said.

"Good," I replied.

The whole time we were up in the air, I kissed and fondled Gretchen, finger fucking her to three orgasms. By the time we were back on the boat, all three men had erections.

The young man, who appeared to be around twenty; with a cock that looked painfully hard in his swimsuit, asked if he could fuck one of us in the cabanas.

"I'm a lesbian," Gretchen said, "so no."

"You'd have to ask my Master," I said, pointing to Quinn. "He's in charge of my sex, but don't even ask if you don't have condoms."

He didn't, but one of his buddies did, and he gave it up to the one who'd asked me. The young fellow approached Quinn and they had a quiet conversation.

"He said I could fuck you, but it had to be on the boat so he could watch you get fucked during his parasail ride. He also said the rest of the crew could fuck you if we had time, and we all had condoms. He said you don't have permission to orgasm, and to keep track of how often you climax. He also said that Sean has previously agreed to go along with whatever Quinn might come up with for you."

All three men were equipped with wrappers, so as Quinn and Lenore were parasailing, I got fucked by three men, all doggy style with me kneeling on some cushions in the back of the boat, the third, fourth and fifth human men other than my husband since I got married. The twenty year old went first and lasted around five minutes before he blew his wad, then the one who gave the young man a condom, who appeared to be thirty, fucked me for fifteen. The driver, around forty-five, switched places with him and he fucked me for twenty before he gasped and lost his load while buried deep in my pussy. The parasail ride normally lasted for fifteen minutes, so Quinn and Lenore were able to ride for over twice as long, by Quinn allowing the men to fuck me, and he had a very satisfied slave when he was back on the boat, as all of the men were slightly larger than average.

"How many times did you orgasm, slut?" Master asked me.

"Eleven times, sir."

"When we get ashore, I want you to tell Sean what a slut you were, fucking three more men on the boat today, that you climaxed eleven times without permission, and he's to punish you for them and take whatever reward he feels is warranted for punishing you for me."

"Yes, Master. Thank you, sir."

Back on shore, I approached Sean.

"Sir, I regret to inform you that your wife was an awful slut, fucking three men on the boat while Master was parasailing with your other slut. I climaxed eleven times without my Master's permission. He's asking you to punish me for him, then reward yourself for your help in punishing a libidinous slut such as myself.

"Over my lap, slut."

"Here, sir? On the beach?" I asked.

"Yes, and I want you to count out each one, thank me, and apologize for being such a slut."

"Yes, sir," I said.

I bent over Sean's lap and he gave me a loud, lengthy spanking, stretching it out so we got lots of attention before we were done. Each time he swatted my naked butt, I counted, then said, "Thank you, sir, for punishing this nasty slut who fucked three other men."

I climaxed twice more before the end of my spanking, helped along by Quinn controlling the Lush in my pussy, so had ten more swats added to my total.

By the time we were finished, there were over a hundred people watching him turn my ass red. When he finished and allowed me to stand up, two other women asked him to spank them, one of them younger than I was, the other around five years older, both of them in their child bearing years. Sean gave each of them thirty-five swat spankings, then he and the three of us went to one of the cabanas where the two strangers had to take turns sucking my Master off while I sucked and licked his hairy ball sack. Before he climaxed though, he bent me over and deposited his creamy load in my cunt, then he made the two women lick my pussy clean and clean off his cock. It didn't result in any additional orgasms for me.

Before we left the cabana, Sean found out the youngest one was named Jewel, and she was married. The oldest one was named Florence, and she was divorced.

"What does your husband think of you sucking other men's cocks?" Sean asked Jewel.

"He's okay with it. That's why we're on this cruise."

"Is he fucking other women?"

"No. I told him I wouldn't come on the cruise if he wanted to fuck other women," Jewel said. Cuckoldress material.

"Was he watching you get spanked?"

"Yes."

"Why did you want to get spanked?"

"I always wondered what it would be like, and I like dominating, take charge men. My husband isn't dominant at all."

Florence was asked why she wanted to get spanked.

"To see what it was like. The slut seemed to like it. She climaxed two times. I was hoping to climax too."

"I can ensure you have plenty of climaxes this cruise. Are you with anyone else on the ship?"

"I came with a girlfriend."

"Do you have sex together?"

"No, we're just here for the dick."

"You cleaned my slut's pussy."

"I wanted to see what that was like, too. What can I say, I came on this cruise for some sexual adventure, and I'm trying some new things."

"Would either of you be willing to be bred for money?"

"How much money?" Florence asked. "I could use some in addition to the alimony I get from my ex."

"I'll have to check with the couple in charge of the breeding program. There are infertile couples needing help producing offspring. You get paid for each one you produce and a bonus for four or more. When you deliver, you give the child up."

We left the cabana and Sean asked Jewel to point out her husband.

"There's Evan."

Evan was a slight young man, who looked like a computer nerd, around 5-9, 150 pounds, not much muscle, sort of soft, though not flabby.

"Evan, come here," Sean ordered.

Evan came up to Sean, having difficulty looking Sean in the eye.

"Hello, Evan," Sean said. "Your wife just sucked me off. What do you think about that?"

"Did you cum in her mouth? She never lets me cum in her mouth."

"No, I climaxed in this slut's pussy," pointing to the slut, me, "then Jewel helped clean my cum out of her cunt. You still didn't answer me. What do you think about that?"

"It's kind of exciting."

"You see that man sitting down over there with the nice long, thick, erect dick?" He pointed to Quinn.

"Yes."

"Take your wife's hand, walk over to him, and place your wife's hand in his and ask him to please fuck your wife bareback and allow you to watch him deposit his sperm in your wife's pussy. When he does, you're to lick his cum out of Jewel's cunt and clean her up, while she cleans off his dick. Any questions?"

"No, sir."

"Get on with it then. Your wife wanted to be well and truly fucked by a Dominant, superior male, and that man is clean and healthy."

Evan took Jewel's hand and walked over to Quinn. There was a brief conversation, then Quinn stood up and took Jewel's hand and led her to the cabana, Evan following behind. It wasn't long before we heard Jewel begging for some big dick fucking. Like taking candy from a baby.

In the meantime, Sean brought Florence to Rene, while I followed along, still waiting for further direction.

"This is Florence, and she is wondering how much she can get paid for breeding for infertile couples?" Sean asked Rene.

"Where do you live?" Rene asked.

"Virginia, near Roanoke," Florence responded.

Rene consulted his phone. "Infertile couples in the Virginia area are paying $100,000 per child and a $500,000 bonus on top of that, if you're willing to provide four."

Apparently, the wolves had come up with a shared web offering whatever a pack could afford to pay in a certain area. They no longer had to consult with the individual packs. I wondered if that occurred after Gerhard's mating.

"That's pretty good," Florence said.

There's some other stuff you need to sign before we contact them regarding your breeding services. We'll have you sign them after we're back at the ship."

"Do I need to sign those things as well, Mistress Sasha?" Francis asked.

"Yes, Pet. You'll be signing them as well."

"Rene, why don't you take this young woman to the cabana and show her the kind of fucking she can expect if she agrees to be a breeder. She's on the cruise with a female friend. If Florence likes what you give her, maybe we can attract the friend as well," Sean said.

"Be happy to," Rene said, taking her hand.

He disappeared into the same cabana as Quinn and Jewel had gone into and a second chorus of pleading to be fucked, soon joined the first.

"I see now how you and Jessica did so well on your honeymoon," Sasha said, with a loving smile at her son. "This is far easier than I ever imagined it could me. Roll over pet. It appears the cabana is filled, but I'm going to give you a massage while I put more sunscreen on your white bottom."

"Thank you, Mistress," Francis said.

Sean gave me a kiss and sent me to wait with Lenore until my temporary Master returned from turning another woman into a full blown slut.

Two, rather buff, young men saw Lenore and I sitting there, naked and unattended.

"You want to hit the cabana for some fun?" one of them asked.

"What makes you think I need a man for fun," I replied, indicating Lenore. "I have sex with my sister slut all the time."

"Have you ever had a real man?"

We both laughed, being married to Sean, who was a real man, and having had sex with wolves, who while not real 'men', were more masculine than these two jokers. I don't think they enjoyed our laugh, which might have seemed a tad dismissive.

"Come on, bitch! Let's have a little fun," the other fellow said, grabbing my wrist. Maria and Sonya were paying attention now, as was Sean.

I quickly removed the hand from my wrist, using one of the easiest break holds I knew.