Bred & Breakfast Ch. 02

This Story involves human females and Furry males engaging in sexual acts, so be aware if that isn't what you're looking for. I've taken a lot of inspiration from Jay Naylor's works, especially his "The Fall of Little Red Riding Hood" series, as well as E.Z. McCain's "Beastiverse" stories, so you may envision the world of these stories in a similar light. In this world, humans live in conjunction with various Beastman races, among other animals and mythical creatures. However, a curse borne by the ancient Goddess Hera has lived in the hearts of women for millennia, making them crave for Beast Cock and sex with Beastmen, Animals, and Monsters.

In this chapter, Charity deals with more and more guests that blackmail her with knowledge of her affair in order to get the same 'treatment' as her first Beast guest.

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A few weeks had passed since Armand, their first Beast Person guest, had made his stay in their home, and had had his way with Charity, and since that time her life had quieted down significantly. The Hostess had gotten back to her usual routine, taking care of a handful of pleasant, much less invasive guests. But try as she might, there was no easy way of getting that lingering shadow out of her memories, not with as strong an "impression" as the Cajun Gator had left on her. And as much as she'd hoped that would remain an isolated episode that could one day be forgotten, Charity was only now about to understand the full ramifications that one weekend would have on the rest of her life.

"Hey honey, are the guest rooms all set up for the night?" Charity's husband asked as he came into the room with a very pleased expression.

"All set dear." Charity replied equally pleasantly, only then really noticing how oddly giddy her husband seemed to be.

"What's with that look?"

"I think the business is really, really starting to take off. Our bookings for the next few months are almost triple what they've been up until now!" The proud business owner excitedly told his wife.

"R-Really? Triple?" Charity did her best to feign happy surprise, but couldn't shake the dark inkling scratching at the back of her mind.

"I told you, we just needed a little time to get established before word of mouth started to get around. Looks like things are going to get a lot busier around here, you think you're up to it?" Dillon continued to chat in total, blissful ignorance.

"Oh... Definitely! This is our... dream after all!" Charity mustered all the mock enthusiasm she could, but dreaded that she knew the real reason for this surge in popularity, that this main thing getting around "by word of mouth" was Armand's indecent review of their affair.

Dillon clearly still had no idea that was the cause, and Charity would absolutely do whatever she had to in order to make sure things stayed that way. But if the increased traffic really was coming to her home based solely on Armand's special recommendation, then the Goddess only knew how difficult her life was about the become.

***

Their latest Guest arrived late that evening, almost 8PM, and although her husband was all professional smiles and welcoming attitude, Charity had to fight not to show the panic she felt when she saw that this guest was a Beastman, a Wolf that sported a luxurious looking tan-brown coat.

The Wolf came into their home and shook Dillon's hand, but the moment Charity caught his eyes on her she knew exactly the kind of look he was giving her. He 100% knew about Armand, and now he was looking at her with the same open lust.

But the Canine easily hid that fact from his other Host, and continued the pleasantries while he and Charity ignored the Elephant cock in the room. Dillon went about his usual spiel of checking a guest in, he offered dinner, but the Wolf refused, and it was pretty late past meal-time anyway. So Dillon and Charity just led their guest to one of the open bedrooms, and of course Dillon, as always, made a heavy point in expressing that he and Charity would be more than happy to fulfill any request he made and get him anything he needed.

Charity saw the Wolf sneak another menacing glance at her as her husband made that promise to him, and he then asked if they wouldn't mind getting him some coffee before he settled in for the night. Dillon said it'd be no problem, and as he and Charity headed out of the guestroom the woman could practically feel the Beast slavering over her body as she turned her ass towards him.

"S-So, how long is he staying with us?" Charity asked innocently enough as the couple entered the kitchen downstairs.

"Only the night, but we've got more guests checking in tomorrow. Oh, sorry honey, would you mind getting the coffee? I want to go over the reservations for the next week."

"I, uh... y-yeah... sure thing dear." Charity said, resigning herself to what she already knew was going to be her fate anyway. And with a quick kiss Dillon was gone to their home office, leaving his wife alone to tend to their guest's "needs."

Charity quickly made up a batch of coffee, bringing it up on a tray along with cream and sugar so their guest could take it to his liking (and making a cruel joke to herself that she expected he'd be taking her body to his liking as well). She was glad Dillon wasn't walking beside her, lest he see the coffee trembling and the tray jittering in her anxiety-riddled hands.

Charity reached the guest bedroom, but the door wasn't closed, so she just poked her head inside.

"Um, excuse me sir? I brought the coffee you asked for." Charity announced herself, even more timidly than she was afraid she'd sound.

The Wolf turned from the desk where he'd been on his laptop, and seeing Charity alone without her husband by her side, didn't bother hiding the hungry grin as he flashed his teeth at her.

"Oh perfect. Would you mind setting it on the dresser?" He asked while rising up from his seat.

Charity couldn't bare looking at the Canine, and could only stare straight down at the tray as she stepped into the room to set her burden down. But to her rising fear, the Wolf moved past her at the same time, moving right to the bedroom door, shutting and locking it tight behind her.

The Hostess knew she was trapped and completely at the mercy of her guest now, and that tiny, weakly-flickering flame of hope that this Wolf didn't actually come here because of Armand was snuffed in an instant.

She almost didn't even hear the quick-footed Canine step back up to her, but he made his presence obvious as he put his paw right on her shoulder, gripping her just hard enough to let her know he meant to keep her here.

"So you're the tender, sweet Hostess that loves taking big, fat Alligator cock behind her husband's back, huh? Well you certainly hide it well." The Wolf didn't exactly have a calming voice before, but now it was absolutely terrifying to Charity.

"You know exactly why I'm here right? It's obvious that stupid Reptile didn't make a it a secret he'd be spreading word about what you did for him. Gods but that was one pretentious review. Did you know the fucker actually wrote parts in French? I mean, give me a break."

Charity felt the Wolf's claws dig just a little deeper into her shoulder as he stepped more to her side, his menacing visage just now in the very corner of her vision, and she was making every attempt to avoid looking right at him. The Beast continued with a low, rumbling growl right beside her ear.

"Hmmm, still was a hell of hot review, the parts I could understand, at least. And now I definitely see why that swamp bumpkin was all over you. Body like yours, you could be making so much more money than being a glorified maid." The Wolf made his point by dragging the hand on her shoulder down her back before aggressively pawing at her ample butt, causing Charity to let out a small, choked yelp.

The Wolf slowly circled himself until he was right in front of Charity's face, the mortified woman still unable to meet his eyes. He slid his furry fingers along the curve of her ass as he moved, bringing his hand up until it lay on her hip. He made sure she never actually left his grasp.

"So let's cut to the chase. You're going to fuck me, 'else I'm gonna show your husband just how glowing a review you actually got from that Gator."

Her Guest's paw kept sliding up along her body until he was groping at her breast, but Charity knew she had no way of resisting now, not without allowing Dillon to know her awful secret. Finally she tilted her face upwards, submissive defeat obvious in her eyes as the Wolf just grinned cockily back at her.

"Ok... If that's what you want." Charity could only say in a small voice.

"Good. In that case, since your husband was so insistent you serve me any way I wanted, why don't you stick out your tongue." The Wolf's tone had become totally commanding.

Knowing there was absolutely nothing she could do to deny the "request," Charity reluctantly parted her lips and let her little tongue hang out invitingly. The Dusty Tan Wolf snickered gloatingly for just a moment before opening his own mouth and forcing his long, sticky tongue into the Hostess' mouth.

Charity couldn't do anything besides mewl helplessly as the Beast tongue writhed and twisted around her own in a sinfully sensational kiss. The Wolf dominated her tongue a few moments longer before pulling himself back, though punctuated his control over the housewife by licking her possessively right up along the side of her face.

"Now that's the kind of service I was hoping for." He growled breathlessly as his eyes took an a more wild, unhinged look.

Before Charity could say or so anything else, she suddenly found her Guest spinning her around, sending her head into a dizzying whirlwind. The Wolf forcefully turned his very accommodating Hostess towards the bed before pressing on her back and bending her over the end of the mattress.

Charity gasped from the rough handling, but pursed her lips and did everything in her power to stop herself from screaming. This wasn't something she could afford to stop; this was all her fault in the first place for not resisting Armand when she had the chance. The only thing she could do was allow this Beast to use her, and pray to the Goddess her husband still wouldn't find out.

With his blackmailed bitch passive, her face buried in the bed and her ass sticking out open and vulnerable for him, the predatory Beastman eagerly unzipped the woman's jeans and pulled them down to her knees, leaving her pussy bare, exposed, and ready to be claimed.

"I almost still can't believe it. A cheap one-night stay and I get to lay such a fine piece of ass as a bonus. Only thing that would've made this better is if you had a sexy maid outfit on." The Canine spoke derisively as his paws slid over the female's naked hips, and Charity sucked in a deep breath as she felt his hot phallus caress along her pussy lips.

Without another warning, the Wolf forced his cock straight up inside the helpless housewife. Charity's eyes flashed in shock, and she barely managed to clamp a hand over her mouth before she moaned out in stunned arousal.

The Dog was obviously not interested in taking his time with her, not at all like Armand, and was soon violently fucking himself hard against her cunt. Every buck brought another stifled groan against the woman's fingers, and she was truly afraid she wouldn't be able to hide her voice soon.

His cock felt so strange, not quite as big as she remembered Armand's, but it was still monstrously big compared to her husband, and was also so much hotter, almost burning her insides. The Wolf also moved much, much faster than both, manically shaking his hips as he drilled his fat Doggy dick into her slit like a truly wild Animal.

Charity's eyes were starting to roll back in her head. Her breaths were becoming much airier, as she found she couldn't deny the intense sensations this Beast was forcing her to experience. Every time the spear-like point of his cock pierced into her womb, she felt the massive, muscular knot bash against her lips. Just like the Alligator that had first introduced her to the world of Bestial sex, this Wolf was fucking her in a way she'd never experienced before, and as much as she hated to admit it, there was no denying that it was making her feel incredible!

"Fuck, you're tight! Does your husband fuck you ever!?" The Wolf barked scornfully as he continued to rip into the besieged wife's pussy.

"His loss! We'll see if you even notice him after you feel this!"

And after a few more desperate thrusts, the Wolf pushed harder than ever against his unwilling lover, and this time Charity really did almost scream from panic as she felt the fat swell of his knot start to demand entrance. The woman had to completely bury her face in the bedsheets as she howled out in an intense blend of pain and pleasure, but soon enough the Canine had sunk all of the round swell into her aching cunt.

The Wolf grunted behind her, as if struggling to keep his own cool with his sensitive knot swallowed up by his bitch's super-tight pussy. He bucked his hips a few more times, rocking the bulbous flesh inside Charity's over-stimulated tunnel and sending her even higher into ecstasy. Finally the moment came, though, and Charity felt the knot pulse as a hot surge of Wolf cum came jetting into her womb.

Charity was practically pulling at the bedspread with her teeth, her eyes glistening in delighted tears as she felt the Beastman fill her with his super-heated seed. And as her pussy clenched down hard over such an unnaturally massive invader, she finally erupted in her own simultaneous orgasm, the first she'd experienced since Armand, since the last time she'd been with a Beast.

Eventually the Wolf's face relaxed and he let out a tired sigh. Charity was twitching on the bed, her face completely smothered in the blankets. With a strained grimace, the Tan Canine popped his knot free from the female's greedy hold, the rest of his cock sliding out effortlessly along with a flowing trail of Doggy cum.

The Wolf leaned completely off of Charity as he worked to pull his own pants back up, but Charity was still breathing hard on the bed and reeling from the quick yet intense orgasm he'd just forced out of her. Some slight part of her brain remained conscious enough that she knew she'd have to get away from him soon, but she had no clue how long it'd be before her head stopped spinning, or until she got feeling back below her hips.

"Well, I'm certainly happy that your B&B lives up to the reputation. Now I know I'm gonna sleep good tonight." The Wolf continued to taunt Charity as she struggled to push herself upright and eventually get off the bed onto shaky legs. However, just as she was trying to pull her pants back up to her waist (hoping to hide the mess he'd left inside of her), the Wolf suddenly grabbed onto the hem of her jeans, right before she could actually zip them up. Charity looked up into her Guest's face with almost disbelief, but the Canine just grinned even hungrier than before.

"Go down and give your husband an excuse for being absent tonight. Headache, stomachache, you're just sick of looking at him, I don't care. But either way, I'm going to be fucking you a lot more tonight. I really want to make sure I get my money's worth on a one-night stay, after all."

*

"You sure you're feeling all right, honey?" Dillon asked in slight concern as they stood in front of their bedroom door.

"Yeah, I'm feeling much better now. Don't worry, I'm sure I'll be fine the rest of the day." Charity answered, her voice sounding very much relieved, though not exactly for the reason she claimed.

"Well glad to hear it. But seriously, you don't have to force yourself for any reason. If you start to feel anything, just go and lie down. I can handle the guests fine on my own." Dillon voiced his last concern before giving his wife a quick kiss and starting for the stairs.

As her husband disappeared from sight, Charity let out the frustrated sigh she'd been holding as she buried her face in her hand. She'd told Dillon she'd gotten really nauseous last night, so had spent the evening downstairs so she wouldn't disturb him. Obviously that was a lie to cover the fact she'd been more or less held hostage in the guest bedroom until well past midnight. But at least that was over and done with...

...Almost.

Just as Charity was about to head downstairs herself to start cobbling together a breakfast, the guestroom door opened and her ravenous Wolf client stepped into the hall. The simple rustling of his fur caused Charity to snap her attention towards him, a chill running along her spine.

The Wolf gave her a deeply satisfied smile as he strolled up to his gracious Hostess, his single bag slung over his shoulder, indicating he must've been on his way out this second.

"Oh perfect! I was half-expecting you to be out-cold until at least noon. But I'm glad you're up early, and I get to see that pretty face of yours one more time before I bail out of here. I also wanted to let you know I'm going to leave just as high a review as that Gator did, make sure everyone knows about how much fun we had here."

Charity's blood ran ice-cold as the Wolf told her that, and she likely would've stayed standing there paralyzed if the Beast didn't suddenly slap her on the ass, suddenly flushing her face and forcing a nervous little squeal from her.

"Thanks again, babe. If I'm ever passing through town again, I'll be sure to book another night."

Charity was left with a ringing in her ears as her evening's Feral lover cockily strode past her and made for the front door. She could faintly make out a buzz of small conversation, likely as Dillon did his typical 'we hope you enjoyed your stay' spiel before the Wolf was out of their hair.

***

Charity eventually made her way downstairs a few minutes later, nearly in a zombie-like trance as she struggled to push the Wolf out of her mind and recover her composure before facing her husband. That was not going to be an easy task, as Charity was fast understanding that the burden of hiding her now multiple affairs was far from over, the Wolf had essentially told her as much in parting. Goddess only knew what else she'd have to do to keep that secret, and who she'd have to do it with.

But before she could even find Dillon to try and force some matrimonial conversation to help set her mind back to normal, Charity's heart sank when she looked out the open front door and saw the man helping two more guests unload bags from a car; two more Beast guests.

Charity had completely forgotten they had more guests arriving today at all and she had to chew on her tongue pretty hard to stop herself from cursing out loud, and then bite down even harder to wipe the deeply worried expression off of her face.

Less than a minute later her husband, all oblivious smiles, guided their two new patrons into their home. Charity looked passive as a doll as two Cat boys, a spotted Bengal Cat and a flawlessly solid-Black Cat, entered her home, and though they seemed to share equally polite smiles with Dillon the moment their eyes landed on her their leering glare let her know exactly what they intended to do with her.

"Alright fellas, welcome to your home-away-from-home." Dillon spoke as he guided their latest guests into the living room.

"Thanks for having us. This is a really nice looking place you got here." The Bengal Cat said amicably as he set down his suitcase.

"So we've got you boys set up for two nights in our two rooms. Oh shoot! I actually just realized we had a guest leave right before you two arrived. I'm terribly sorry, but we'll need just a little bit of time to clean up the one room. But you can set your things in the other, and feel free to settle in down here in the meantime." Dillon spoke apologetically.