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.
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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.
