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The Bestiality Whore: Part 1: The Virgin
Borrowing from a loan shark is never a good idea, even if it is to pay for medical school. But Mr. Black was a generous man. He called off his goons as soon as I agreed to work for him for a year. As if being an escort wasn’t bad enough, he wanted to test the merchandise before sending me off on a job. Only my first lover wasn’t Mr. Black, but his dog. How far would I go to see my debt erased?
Excerpt from The Bestiality Whore - Part 1: The Virgin:
“Here,” said one of the goons as soon as the door was open. “Put this on.”
He handed me a skimpy cocktail dress and a pair of stilettos. I had purchased the dress on sale a few months ago and had been waiting for a special occasion to christen it. This was not what I had in mind, but it didn’t seem like I had much of a choice.
“What about underwear?” I asked.
The goons exchanged a look. “You won’t be needing any,” they said as one.
I swallowed hard, then grabbed the dress and the stilettos and closed the door. I finished blow-drying my hair, then slipped into my dress and heels and put on my makeup. By the time I was ready, I looked hotter than ever before. My blond hair sparkled in the light. As did my eyes and my gloss-coated lips. The dress hugged my every curve with utter perfection, leaving my shapely frame fully visible. The shortness of the garment made me miss the presence of underwear, but I knew nothing I did could convince the goons to allow me to rectify such a lack.
The goons didn’t take a second look at me. The simply told me it was time to go and escorted me down to the black sedan parked by the building’s entrance. A little under an hour later we had reached the mansion. I expected to be led to the office, but I was instead escorted upstairs. Mr. Black was waiting for me in the master bedroom. The bed was bigger than my entire bedroom. The chair where Mr. Black sat was almost as bid as the couch which the man’s goons had nearly destroyed with their weight.
“Good morning,” said the host. He was wearing a swanky bathrobe. It wasn’t until I noticed this detail that the seriousness of the situation finally dawned on me. Not only was I about to have sex with a man twice my age, but I was about to do so under threat of bodily harm. The fact that it would be my first sexual experience only made things worse.
Not many women my age can claim to be virgins. And those who do are usually lying to seduce a man. I could make no such claim. The fact that I was still a virgin had nothing to do with my busy schedule or my lack of social skills. I remained a virgin simply because I had yet to find the right man. I guess it’s kind of ironic that I was the kind of girl who believes in abstinence. But my beliefs had nothing to do with it. This was about survival. And the only way to ensure my future remained cast-free was to play along and lose my virginity to a man who possessed the power to end my life in the blink of an end. Or so I thought until he whistled and a dog strolled into the room.
The animal was a boxer. He was quite massive for his breed, but that may simply have been the imposing size of his muscles. Or the way his brownish-beige coat glistened in the light. Or the manner in which his tail wagged with excitement.
“What’s the dog for?” I asked.
Mr. Black chuckled. “Did you think I would be the one to penetrate you?”
It took a few seconds before I understood what the man’s question implied. He wore not the bathrobe because he was about to have sex. He wore it because he had only just risen. The fact that he was not my lover meant it had to be one of the three other beings in the rooms. One look at the goons told me neither of them would be taking my virginity. Which left only one potential lover.
“A-Are you saying…” I began, but the fear that now coursed through me kept the last few words from reaching the outside world.
Mr. Black nodded. “That’s right. I want you to have sex with my dog.”
Excerpt from The Bestiality Whore - Part 1: The Virgin:
“Here,” said one of the goons as soon as the door was open. “Put this on.”
He handed me a skimpy cocktail dress and a pair of stilettos. I had purchased the dress on sale a few months ago and had been waiting for a special occasion to christen it. This was not what I had in mind, but it didn’t seem like I had much of a choice.
“What about underwear?” I asked.
The goons exchanged a look. “You won’t be needing any,” they said as one.
I swallowed hard, then grabbed the dress and the stilettos and closed the door. I finished blow-drying my hair, then slipped into my dress and heels and put on my makeup. By the time I was ready, I looked hotter than ever before. My blond hair sparkled in the light. As did my eyes and my gloss-coated lips. The dress hugged my every curve with utter perfection, leaving my shapely frame fully visible. The shortness of the garment made me miss the presence of underwear, but I knew nothing I did could convince the goons to allow me to rectify such a lack.
The goons didn’t take a second look at me. The simply told me it was time to go and escorted me down to the black sedan parked by the building’s entrance. A little under an hour later we had reached the mansion. I expected to be led to the office, but I was instead escorted upstairs. Mr. Black was waiting for me in the master bedroom. The bed was bigger than my entire bedroom. The chair where Mr. Black sat was almost as bid as the couch which the man’s goons had nearly destroyed with their weight.
“Good morning,” said the host. He was wearing a swanky bathrobe. It wasn’t until I noticed this detail that the seriousness of the situation finally dawned on me. Not only was I about to have sex with a man twice my age, but I was about to do so under threat of bodily harm. The fact that it would be my first sexual experience only made things worse.
Not many women my age can claim to be virgins. And those who do are usually lying to seduce a man. I could make no such claim. The fact that I was still a virgin had nothing to do with my busy schedule or my lack of social skills. I remained a virgin simply because I had yet to find the right man. I guess it’s kind of ironic that I was the kind of girl who believes in abstinence. But my beliefs had nothing to do with it. This was about survival. And the only way to ensure my future remained cast-free was to play along and lose my virginity to a man who possessed the power to end my life in the blink of an end. Or so I thought until he whistled and a dog strolled into the room.
The animal was a boxer. He was quite massive for his breed, but that may simply have been the imposing size of his muscles. Or the way his brownish-beige coat glistened in the light. Or the manner in which his tail wagged with excitement.
“What’s the dog for?” I asked.
Mr. Black chuckled. “Did you think I would be the one to penetrate you?”
It took a few seconds before I understood what the man’s question implied. He wore not the bathrobe because he was about to have sex. He wore it because he had only just risen. The fact that he was not my lover meant it had to be one of the three other beings in the rooms. One look at the goons told me neither of them would be taking my virginity. Which left only one potential lover.
“A-Are you saying…” I began, but the fear that now coursed through me kept the last few words from reaching the outside world.
Mr. Black nodded. “That’s right. I want you to have sex with my dog.”
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Published October 2, 2016
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