Harold looked at the syringe in his hotel room. The next client would be showing up shortly. He reminded himself why he took this job. It was not often men volunteered to be escorts, but this particular escort service demanded certain...things he was not sure he was comfortable with.
I have loans to pay, he thought. Plus, I don't really wanna go into construction work. I have this Masters degree and I'm doing to use it to-
Harold heard a knock on the door. He snapped his head in shock. The door knocked. He heavily and thought Calm the fuck down, man. It'll be better than what you think. It's what the client signed up for...
Harold adjusted his shirt collar and walked over to the door. He opened it to greet a dark pale black haired woman wearing a short black dress. She wore red-framed glasses, and her lipstick matched the color. Harold was taken by her, especially after taking sight of her ample breasts and curvy body. His client carried a bag. Was it full of clothes? Drugs?
I would fuck her even if I did not do this job.
The woman said "Is this the right room? I hope you're going to be the dominant one here, not me."
Harold stuttered. "Uh, y-y-yeah, this is the right one."
The woman walked in with confident stride. Harold looked at her with admonishment and terror. She is a sub? She does not look or sound like it. He looked at her curvaceous ass swinging, like he was being invited to go down on her after a leisurely walk.
Harold realized he still held the syringe in his hand. The woman took off her glasses and set them down on the night stand. She turned around. "Aren't you going to ask my name?"
Harold brushed back his brown hair. "Uhm, what is your name?"
"Trish. And you are?"
"Harold."
Trish smiled. "You are cuter in person, Harold. First time doing this?"
Harold nodded, still gripping the syringe. "Yeah."
"The sex for money, the sex in general, or the sex that your company wants you to do?"
"Well, all of the above."
Trish giggled as she set her bag down. "Well, this should be entertaining."
Harold struggled to remain composed as he held the syringe in his hand. "What is your pleasure, Trish?"
"Apart from what I paid you for? Well, I do enjoy being manhandled some, especially by men who lack a certain amount of experience. I also enjoy being told what to do."
Harold thought back to the safe word given in the transaction message he received, in case she really did not want it.
He growled "Take your clothes off."
Trish's eyes widened in surprise. "Oh?"
"Take your clothes off."
Trish put her hands on her hips. "Make me."
Struggling to tear away any inhibitions he had, Harold jabbed the needle into his arm. He pushed the fluid down into his bloodstream. His eyes widened in pain and surprise as he felt the fluid shift and twist his bone structure. His teeth grew sharp and dark black fur exploded from his skin. He tore off his shirt because he was feeling so damned hot, and he struggled to unbutton his pants, but ended up tearing them off as he grew more and more wolf-life. His vision turned red as she saw Trish in her black dress...
Harold growled in a way a wolf growls before leaping on its prey. He was still conscious of the moment, but his hunger and lust increased twofold.
Harold leaped on Trish. Trish screamed as Harold pinned her down. He roared as Trish screamed and struggled to escape but he tore her dress off to reveal her black bra barely covering her breasts and her black thong. He tore the bra off and licked her breasts with his long tongue. She breathed heavily and whimpered as he lapped her up like a piece of meat.
Harold looked down as his rock hard cock; it was much larger than it was in his human form. He glared at her panties. Trish struggled to cover herself and she said "P-p-please d-d-don't e-e-eat me..."
Harold ripped her panties off and forced her to spread her legs. He licked her pussy and Trish screamed as he stabbed his tongue down her pink folds. Harold lapped at her clitoris as her body quivered with both fear and ecstasy.
She's terrified, what the hell are you doing?...no, she wants this...YOU want this...
Harold grabbed Trish who was whimpering and crying and pushed her face down, ass up on the bed. He jabbed his wolf cock into her pussy and he thrust into her furiously without any regard to her crying "Oh god, oh fuck! Please stop!" while digging his claws into her shoulders so hard that blood flowed out.
