Bred & Breakfast Ch. 02

"Don't worry, that's no trouble at all." The spotted Cat assured his Host.

"Oh Charity, there you are!" Dillon suddenly noticed his wife standing off by the hall and waved her over.

Caught and knowing she had little choice, Charity forced what friendliness she had onto her face and walked into the room with the others, but the looks the Felines were giving her made it all too obvious they intended to follow up on Armand's review themselves.

"Hi there guys! We're so happy to have you staying here with us!" Charity put on her mock enthusiasm for the sake of her husband, knowing exactly what he was about to say in turn.

"Hey hun, sorry to ask for rush job so suddenly, but do you think you could go set up the guest room that just cleared out?"

"No problem. I'll have that ready in less than half-an-hour." Charity assured them before a little too hastily turning her back and hurrying up the stairs. But she was still well within earshot when she heard Dillon say to their guests the words that she'd now come to dread more than any others.

"And remember, please feel free to ask me or Charity for anything you guys need!"

*

Not ten minutes later, Charity was just in the process of stripping off the old, disheveled sheets from the guest bed (knowing exactly how dirty they'd gotten the night before), when she heard the door suddenly open and close behind her, the telltale latch sound indicating she'd been locked in, and her husband locked out.

She turned back, dismayed but no longer surprised to see both of the young, stunning Cat men standing between her and the door with an obvious appetite written on their faces.

"Charity, wasn't it? You probably know, but we read one hell of an amazing review of this place online. Probably never would've even heard of this B&B if not it. But from what we read, it was way too good an opportunity to pass up." The leopard-like Bengal Cat spoke through a grin.

"Crazy what you find on the internet. In fact, literally just a few minutes ago another review popped up on this place..." The Black Cat then added, holding up his phone in an almost mocking fashion. "...Here, let me read a little of it...'Had the dumbass owner's slut wife riding my cock for half the night. Never had a girl squeezing my knot for that long in my life. Wouldn't spend my night any other way. 10/10 way better than any hotel in the state...' Now that's a hell of a review."

"Damn. The first one was a lot more subtle, but this one still hits the right notes." The spotted Feline joked as his friend put his phone away, and the two slowly started to corner their poor, helpless Hostess. "Now I guess we get to find out if the 'service' here lives up to our expectations. I'd hate to have to leave a complaint with the owner if it didn't."

Charity couldn't say a word, just silently resigned herself and looked down, trembling at the floor as the next two Beastmen came to have their way with her. The two pinned the girl between them, and though neither taller nor significantly bigger than Charity (much unlike her last two Bestial lovers), the Cats still easily projected an aura of absolute domination over her.

The Black Cat came up on Charity's right, hugging her from the side and greedily pawing at her breasts through her shirt.

"Man, those other guys said you were hot, but words just can't say enough. Nothing I love more than feeling a great pair of tits wrapped around my cock."

Charity choked back a faint whimper, while the Bengal Cat took to her other side, effectively trapping her while curling his soft fingers along her face, urging her to look at him, but he only snickered quietly when he saw the barely withheld reluctance in her eyes.

"Me? I just love having my spines stroked by a warm, soft tongue. And that Alligator said he just loved having those pretty lips of yours stretching around his dick for the first time. Compared to that, I should practically be a treat."

Their division of the spoils decided, the young Beasts started to grab and grope at Charity more recklessly, pulling her shirt over her head and easily unclasping her bra before practically tossing her onto the edge of the still-unmade bed.

Charity didn't even have time to lift her head before the Black Cat was straddling her belly, his cock already out and hardened to its' full length. And even with everything the Hostess had experienced so far, Charity still had to let out a shocked and more than slightly frightened gasp as she got her first look at a spike-studded Kitty Cock.

The Dark Feline didn't exactly give her a chance to fret over his fearsome phallus, as he quickly slid the ragged rock in between her tits and pressed them tight in his paws. Instantly the young Beast was rutting into her breasts, creating a very strange sensation as the spiky cock rubbed along her skin.

Before Charity was given too much time to adjust to the boy rocking on her torso, the Bengal Cat made his presence known, standing beside the bed with his own hostile phallus sticking right in her face now. Showing absolutely no gentleness or respect, the Feline grabbed his Hostess by the back of her head and forced her to look to her side, then brazenly jabbed his spiny staff right past her lips. Charity gagged hard from the sudden and very unnatural intrusion, but the Cat didn't ease up a bit as he stuck his length straight down her throat.

Trapped and utterly powerless on the bed, Charity could only lay back and choke out garbled grunts as the Cat boys toyed with her body like a ball of yarn. The Black Cat clawed and squeezed his mate's chest greedily while thrusting his ridged cock in between the soft, squishy globes. And the Bengal Cat dug his own nails into the woman's hair as he drilled his length down into her mouth, relishing the warm coiling of her tongue and pressure of her throat around his sensitive spines.

And Charity's own body was in turmoil from the strange and oppressive sensations caused by the Cats' anatomy. The spines lining their cocks were not painful, but just rigid enough that she felt every single one of the hundreds of them send a maddeningly ticklish sensation along her skin, along her tongue, her throat.

Very luckily for her, the young and relatively inexperienced Beasts had been so excited to get their hands on her, they were already nearing their climax. Letting out a pair of strained, raspy hisses, both Cat's reached their much-anticipated climaxes with their lovely Hostess.

Charity felt the Black Cat grow still on her chest before a rush of warm, thick liquid came spraying up hard along her neck and even coating the lower part of her face. Not a second later though she got a much more substantial surprise, her eyes going wide as the Bengal Cat twisted her hair in his fingers and crammed every centimeter of his cock down past her lips before unleashing his own orgasm, pumping rope after massive rope of his own potent Beast jizz right into her throat.

Satisfied for at least the moment, the Cat boys backed off their victim, the Black Cat getting off of Charity's chest and the Bengal unceremoniously ripping his cock from her throat and scratching all along with his spines in doing so. And now that she could finally breathe, Charity coughed hard and sputtered up several big globs of Kitty sperm, giving herself a full mouth and face-full of Beast cum.

As their Hostess was left to catch her breath and swallow down the thick strands of their essence, the Cats got off the bed and put their clothes in order.

"Wow, those reviews were spot on. This is going to be a really fun stay." The Bengal snidely commented as he and his friend went to unlock their door and actually bother to unpack their things.

Just before heading out though, the two guests took a last look at their Hostess, Charity having made no attempt to move from her pathetic position on the bed, her heavy breasts still heaving as she caught her breath, her neck and face practically smothered in their cum. It wouldn't have been a pretty sight to anyone except for the Beasts who had made the mess.

"We'll let you finish what you were doing. But hey, look on the bright side. At least you hadn't gotten the clean sheets on yet." The Black Cat made one last crude joke before they left the room and shut her back inside alone.

Charity just lay on the unmade bed a good while longer, contemplating her lot in life while her skin tingled under the copious amount of Beast fluids she'd been covered in. She knew those two were still here for two more nights, and fully expected this wouldn't be her only intimate run in with them. As she lay there dazed she couldn't help thinking and worrying of just when, where, and how they'd take her next. And despite herself, the thing she most dwelled on was just how one of those violently barbed cocks of theirs would feel once it was stuffed inside her pussy.

***

One month later

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Over the following weeks Charity's life continued to spiral out of control. Slowly but surely, more Beast guests continued to come to her home and blackmail her, demanding she provide them with her unique and increasingly famous brand of "hospitality." The irony was that the more Beasts that came to her home (and came inside of her), the more "reviews" were put online detailing her adulterous exploits. And the more reviews she got the more her sinful reputation spread, further encouraging more Beast guests to stay, continuously plunging her further and further into this cycle of sexual entrapment.

Charity was also finding she had less and less private time to actually enjoy by herself, let alone share with her husband who still worked full time. Even when it seemed she would have an hour or so to slip away and just try to actually live her life, the more brazen Beast guests were taking every little opportunity they had with her to satisfy their urges, regardless even if Dillon was home.

One such case occurred one day right at noon. Her husband was indeed home that day, and they'd handled much of the Hosting responsibilities they'd needed to provide for that morning. Thinking that meant she might actually be able to enjoy some privacy for once, Charity slipped outside to their sizeable backyard, intent on just sunbathing a bit and maybe catching a short, peaceful rest. However, given that she'd be on display out in the open clad only in her skimpy little bikini, the woman probably should've expected to 'arouse' some problems.

As Charity lay on her lounge chair reading a book and actually feeling somewhat relaxed, her heart sank as she heard the patio door slide open and the sound of footsteps much heavier than her husband's come clomping over the concrete and onto the grass, marching right towards her. Charity lay her book down just as her current guest came into view. He was a towering Brown Minotaur, just a shy bit smaller than the Alligator Armand, and now he stood at the foot of her lounger blocking her sunlight.

Charity just peered up meekly as the Bullman stood over her, openly appraising her barely-concealed body and suddenly making the woman realize just how much she was showing off. That hadn't been her intention (she swore it), and despite all that the others had seen of her she couldn't help curling up a bit and bringing her hands up to try and shield at least a bit of her body. The Beast noticed the female's shift in position and just crossed his arms, making it clear he was expecting something from her.

"I was getting sick of waiting to find you alone, so I decided I wasn't going to wait 'til tonight to get you to myself."

Charity recoiled just a bit more at the Minotaur's announcement, and a surge of embarrassment and worry came rushing to her face.

"W-What are you nuts!? We ca- You can't do something to me out here in the open like this! Anyone could see us! My husband could look right out the window any second!" Charity pleaded, sounding far more concerned with the ramifications of being caught than the moral problem of cheating on her husband.

But the Bull just uncrossed his arms and moved closer, bending down and putting his muscular hand right on the female's bare thigh, silently telling her he had no problem being seen handling her so possessively.

"Then I guess you'd better just try and get me off as fast as possible."

As the Bull started to brazenly stroke her inner thigh and slowly force her legs to open Charity just let out a concerned, exasperated hum. He made it clear she wasn't going to send him away before he got what he wanted.

"F-Fine... Just... Just be quick with it." Charity reluctantly agreed, turning her face away in a mix of anger and shame.

In contrast, the Bull got a big, malicious smile on his muzzle his thick fingers suddenly tightened on the female's thighs, his hand big enough to almost full wrap around it.

"Don't worry, I just need a little mid-day pick me up to tide me over."

And while he started to more aggressively massage her leg, the Minotaur reached down and undid his pants zipper, letting his cock free with far more grandeur than Charity would've imagined. 'Oh... Fuck.' The woman silently thought to herself, her sunglasses practically falling off her face as she stared at the massive Beast cock hanging right in front of her. This might've been the first she's seen to actually be bigger than Armand's!

As the Bull quickly swelled to his full, menacing length, he took Charity's other leg in his hand and gruffly lifted her legs straight up into the air, forcing a small gasp from the girl. The Bull next stuck his length between Charity's thighs and dropped the heavy phallus straight down over her body. Charity just pursed her lips and held back her voice as her incessant guest wrapped his powerful arms around her delicate legs and forced them tight together, and making sure her thighs squeezed down tight over his cock.

"Soft." The Bullman grumbled as he teasingly rubbed himself slowly in between the girl's legs.

As the Beast shifted to put both of Charity's legs over one shoulder, he started to push himself harder and farther through the delicious cavern of her thighs. Charity for her part just lay back on the lounger and let the Creature do as he wished, but was quickly finding it was growing harder to fully keep her composure.

The Bull's cock was utterly massive, even as it moved from behind her thighs it still stroked all the way up her belly, the flared-head even coming to nestle under the bottom of her breasts. Slowly he started to pick up the pace, crushing her legs ever tighter together as he forced his cock between them, rocking harder and faster, grunting lowly as he really started to rut atop of her.

And the rougher he got, the more Charity became aware of his thick phallus grinding hard against her pussy. Despite the focus of his attention, and her own discomfort, Charity eventually had to bite her lip to hold back the sensations that were rapidly growing unbearably intense. It was almost getting to the point where she actually wanted the Beast to...

"Fuck... Cumming."

The Bullman gripped Charity's legs for dear life as he threw his hips back and forward manically, stroking the last bit of pleasure out of himself before bellowing out a low, feral "Moo" as he unleashed an inhuman load of Beast cum, spraying it hard and far all across Charity's belly, chest, and all the way up to her neck.

Huffing hard as he came down from his high, the Minotaur finally set Charity's legs back down on her lounge chair (and surprisingly gently at that) before backing off of her and going about the difficult task of stuffing his monster of a cock back in his pants.

Charity meanwhile was left somewhat dazed and confused. It was only now she was really starting to realize how... how aroused she was actually growing, and now having the Beastman finish without ever actually fucking her... she couldn't believe it, but she realized she'd been left wanting more.

"Ahhh, that should hold me over... for a couple hours at least. So make sure you come to my room when you have the chance."

As the Bull left her, Charity was left to shake the haze from her head, only to now really realize how huge a mess he'd left on her. Practically every part of her above the waist had been utterly drenched in his cum. And it wasn't just the amount, it was how thick it was, how viscous, how it radiated such intense warmth, and how it saturated the air with its' undeniably potent, mind-numbing scent. As all these heady sensations started to cause Charity's mind to swirl, she suddenly remembered that she was still very much out in the open, and if she didn't get this cleaned up fast she was liable to be seen by...

"Hey Charity!" Dillon's cheerful voice suddenly echoed from across the lawn, completely erasing the hot and heavy feelings his wife was under and replacing them with a sharp panic.

Charity practically bolted upright on the lounger, twisting her neck just in time to see her husband coming up on her from behind.

"Oh, oh jeez Dillon... Sorry, you startled me. I was just, uhhh, just really deep in a daydream." She excused herself lamely.

"Sorry hun, didn't mean to scare you. Whoa!" Dillon finally came around her front and finally saw the mess she'd been left with.

"Are you sure you have enough sunscreen there, or should I go bring you a second bottle?" Dillon said jokingly as he saw the massive amount of white, creamy-looking substance slathering his wife's skin.

"Uhhh, yeah, th-the cap busted off the bottle and everything just came... gushing out." Charity shakily replied, trying her absolute damnedest to hide her intense shame, embarrassment, and fear of being discovered.

But Dillon just laughed ignorantly, fully taking the woman at face value.

"No kidding? Wow, I wouldn't have even thought a bottle would have that much sunscreen in it at all. It looks like someone blasted you with a firehose." Dillon continued to joke inappropriately, his comments having a totally unintended effect on his wife and nearly burning her face red with shame.

"Just hold on, sweety. I'll run inside and grab you an old towel."

"Yeah, thanks babe." Charity just said meekly as her husband turned and headed back for the house.

This had been by far the most nerve-wracking experience she'd had yet since opening the B&B. Way before they'd met Armand, she'd once innocently joked with Dillon how embarrassing it'd be if a guest caught them making love, but now her life had spiraled so far out of control her own husband had now seen her completely doused in Beast cum. Charity just wanted to die.

But the worst part was her Bull guest had still demanded she present herself to him later. There was no doubt in her mind that she'd be getting properly fucked by that monstrous phallus later in the evening... having that grotesque, Beastly bitch-breaker ruining her pussy... knowing what a tidal wave of Animal sperm would next time certainly not be blanketing her skin but flooding her womb...

It was awful knowing what all would happen to her later... And dwelling on it only made the throbbing in her pussy become more and more unbearable.

***

The Following Week

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Charity knew Dillon was in their home office right now on a work call, she could hear him just fine speaking in tedious-sounding financial jargon, which is why she felt such intense fear right now that he could hear her in turn.

The dutiful wife had just been on her way to bring him a drink when their guest had halted her right outside the office door and dragged her to the side. She barely had time to even give the Beast a look of desperate pleading before he had her cornered in a closet, just beside her husband's office.