A Good Whore
by BangBear


Alissa tapped the side of her phone nervously as she looked at the contact pulled up on the screen. She knew she had to at least let the guy know, but that didn’t make things any easier. She took a breath, and started the call.

The phone rang. And rang. And rang again, until finally a voice came through.

“Who’s this?” the unfamiliar voice asked bluntly.

“Um, Alissa? I’m calling for Gordon.”

“Why?” they asked, still just as unfriendly.

“I have to talk to him about work.” She could hear some shuffling and unintelligible voices from the other end.

“Come to the club,” they said, then abruptly hung up. She looked puzzled down at her phone. Gordon had said that was his own number. She put it out of her mind and borrowed her mother’s car to make the trip. 

Alissa made her way towards the entrance. In the middle of the day there was no line and no bouncer. It looked like there was no activity at all, but a test of the door proved it was open with one guard at a desk inside the small entryway.

“We’re closed,” the gruff ram dismissed, his eyes on the monitors in front of him.

“I’m here to see Gordon. It’s Alissa Townsend.” He looked her over, then tilted his head and spoke into the radio transmitter on his shirt. 

“Got a girl here that say’s she’s got business with Gordon.” A brief silence as he received correspondence in his earpiece, then he delivered her an instruction. “Look up at the camera,” he said, pointing to a security cam in the corner of the ceiling. 

She looked up, and a few moments later she was greeted by another guard, an eagle this time. He held out his hand and spoke a single word. “Bag.” Alissa looked over at the ram, his eyes on the monitor in front of him, then turned back to the eagle. She pulled the strap of her purse off her shoulder and delivered it to the guard. The eagle opened it up and brushed through the items for anything dangerous. After finding nothing, he handed it back to her.

“Come with me,” he directed. She followed, and he guided her through the eerily empty club. Only a few staff members speckled the wide open room, cleaning up and performing inspections of the area. They came to an elevator in a staff only area, and the two took it together up to the very highest floor of the building. The guard was silent the entire time, and she followed his example.

The bell dinged and the doors opened directly into a penthouse suite. Across the way was a lone figure; a large tiger enjoying a cigar as he looked out the floor to ceiling window. “Ms. Townsend, Sir.” 

“Good, good. You can head back,” he dismissed. The guard returned to the elevator and took it down, leaving the two of them there alone. Gordon turned to Alissa with a smile, his gold tooth glinting at her. He was dressed in an ornate purple robe, complete with gold embellishments along the collar and the edges of the sleeves and hem. He had on the same gold jewelry as when she met him in his office the other day. “How ya doin’, sweetheart? Need a drink?”

“Hey. That might be good.” Her hand gripped the strap of her purse and he walked over to his bar. 

“Have a seat on that couch over there. Make yourself comfortable. Got some orange juice for ya. Hope you don’t mind if I make myself something a little stronger,” he chuckled. She shook her head and headed to sit down. Gordon walked over after mixing his drink, the ice rattling lightly in the two glasses as his thumping footsteps approached. “Here ya are, sweetheart. This drink’s the only virgin in this room,” he chuckled to himself and handed it to her, sitting down next to her with a grunt. “So, you been considering the job?”

“Yeah, it’s part of why I’m here, actually.” Her thumbs twiddled as she held the cup with both hands, looking down at the ice drifting around inside.

“Only part, eh? Catch yourself a little crush on this old man?” he teased, taking a drink. She chuckled and shook her head again, still looking at her glass. “What’s up sweetheart?”

Alissa sighed, her finger tapping the side of her drink. “I… I’m pregnant.”

“Whoa, hey! Congratulations, sweetheart!” She didn’t expect that reaction, her eyes turning towards him, but still downwards.

“It might be yours…”

“’Course it might. Don’t think I forgot that load I dumped in ya the other day,” he chuckled. “How many ‘mights’ are you lookin’ at?” His demeanor didn’t change with this knowledge, Alissa looking up at him now.

“Three.”

“Your brother’s one of ‘em?” She rubbed her arm and nodded her head. Gordon laughed. “You’re a good slut.” He took a puff of his cigar and blew it casually into the air.

“I was wondering if you could give me a DNA sample for this paternity test,” she said, reaching in her bag and producing a small vial. “You’d just have to spit in it.”

“Sure thing, girlie. Pass it here.” He took the vial and welled up some saliva for a good sample, then spit it down into the tube. “There ya go, sweetheart.”

“You don’t seem worried it might be yours.” Gordon took a long puff.

“I got it covered. You’re not the first pretty young thing with that story, and ya definitely ain’t gonna be the last. ‘Course, coverage extends to you if you decide to work here. You’re gonna need money if you wanna send it to college,” he chuckled.

Alissa didn’t know what to make of his response. It was some reassurance, but gave her new worries along with it. “Even though I’m pregnant?”

“Sure, might even make more that way. Plenty of people like that sorta thing. Plus, no worry they might get their own surprise in a few months, right?” he laughed. Alissa exhaled and took her first drink of her orange juice.

“Mmmm, I still want some time to think it over. A lot is happening right now.”

“A’course, sweetheart. Take all the time you need. I’m not goin’ anywhere,” he chuckled, taking another puff. “Well you came all this way. I’d be such a bad host if you didn’t leave here at least a little... entertained.” Gordon pulled his robe to the side, revealing his half hard chub to his guest.

Alissa chuckled. “I’d love some entertainment,” she said, setting her glass down on the end table. She reached for his shaft, but his hand stopped her approach.

“Get yourself comfortable, first. I wanna see how you look with these clothes out of the way.” Alissa stood herself up and took a few steps forward, then reached down to pull her shirt up over her head. She turned to see him take another drink as he eyed her from behind. Her pants came next, leaving her in just her underwear. 

“I like what I see, girl. Lemme see some more.” He motioned towards her with his drink, the ice clinking his glass. His erection grew steadily as she slipped out of the final two articles, his toothy grin greeting her as she turned back around with a hand on her hip. “Lookit you, fresh little mom to be.” he took a drink and then set his glass down before patting his thigh. “Come sit on daddy’s lap.” Alissa giggled and stepped over to him, taking her seat. He directed her to sit with her back against him.

“There ya go. Lemme explore this cookie, now...” His free hand reached down her abdomen, brushing over her extra nipples on its way to her canine cunt. Alissa gasped as his fingers felt over her fat lips. He dipped one inside and was welcomed with warm wetness within. His finger plunged in and out slowly, teasing the girl with the promise of more to spread her with. Gordon chuckled at the sounds he was getting from her, both above and below.

“Ya sound like a bowl of pasta, girl.” He started to finger more vigorously, using his whole arm now. The sounds of wet flesh squelching serenaded his ears. She leaned back against him, legs spreading more for him. Gordon chomped on his cigar and grabbed a handful of tit, his finger pinching her pierced nipple.

“Ah, you have such thick fingers.”

“The better to make you cum with,” he laughed, slipping another inside. She threw her head back and thrust her hips forward into him, Alissa looking back at the tiger. He gave her a wink as she panted on his leg, his fur starting to get wet. Gordon slowed his foreplay and eased his fingers out, then brought them to her mouth. She sucked on them eagerly. “Know what goes great with pasta, girlie? Some sausage.” She looked down and saw he was at full mast now, then turned back to him with a giggle.

Gordon moved to lay her down on the couch partly on her side. He brought one of her legs up against his shoulder and scooted himself forward until he felt the kiss of her lips on his head, her other leg curling up to the side. She bit her lip, her eyes glued down between their legs. Slowly, the big cat pushed himself forward, feeling her slowly envelope him. 

“Yeeeeah, that’s it. That’s the money maker,” he praised. As he approached his base, Alissa gasped and started to squirm. 

“Ngh, you’re fucking huge, Gordon!” she huffed. He smiled at the accusation, then eased himself into a rhythm. Alissa moaned with his movements, feeling him slip in and out as he passed the cigar from his mouth to a hand. He leaned forward, shifting her leg out of the way to bring himself close enough to kiss her. She felt his gut weight down heavily on her and pressing her into the cushions before he even got to her lips.

Gordon moaned hungrily down into her mouth, his tongue invading the dog’s mouth. His figure almost completely hid his new toy underneath him. His hips thrust in and out of her steadily, squishing her juices out around his shaft the as his balls swung into her butt. Gordon pulled himself away from her lips, his tongue slithering out of her mouth last as Alissa sucked on it.

“You like gettin’ bred, babygirl?” She didn't answer, but he took her moans as a yes. “I remember what your brother said the other day, ‘bout how you sabotaged your birth control and rolled the dice with your babymaker.” Her hands balled up and she huffed underneath him. “Ya know, we got a spot open for a breeder, about your make and model.”

“Ah, a breeder?”

“Yes, ma’am, a professional baby maker. Ever think a’ that?” Alissa looked at him, intrigued. He grinned back. “Pretty little thing, fresh from the fountain of youth. You're the model candidate, really,” he commended. “Ngh, girls your age willing to get knocked up are slim pickin’s. You’d be reeeeeal popular.”

A professional breeder? Was that even a thing, she thought? Gordon pulled himself back slowly, retreating from within her. His cock glistened in the light, coated with her juices. “Let’s do it like you folks like,” he said with a wink. She huffed with a smile, then got herself up. With her knees on the couch, she placed her hands on the back for balance, her tail wagging back and forth as she waited for him to mount. Gordon’s large hand grabbed her cheek and gave it a nice squeeze.

“Do I get to pick the guys?” she asked.

“Sure, if you want.” His cock returned to her spade and he slid his head up and down on her lips a few times before sliding it back inside. “Or you can just spread your legs for whoever until that test comes back positive,” he said as she moaned on his reentry. He had his hands around her waist to pull her back into him, leverage for his increased pace. His hips plapped against her butt m, the two of them groaning together.

One of his hands slid forward to her belly. “Imagine this all plumped up with pups, no idea who the dad is and making money for it. You can have that.” She shuddered at his words, Gordon planting a foot on the couch and leaning forward. He sank further inside, his cocktip kissing her cervix with a groan. She looked back at him, seeing him grinning down at her. “How ya doin’, doll?”

“Fuck me harder,” she moaned, pushing back against him. He groaned out a chuckle and bucked himself harder into her.

“Bet these tits swell up nice when they’re full a’ milk. Think you’ll grow some extras on the rest of your nips?” he chuckled, grabbing a handful. Alissa almost squealed at the idea.

“Hah, fuck... I’ll do it.” Gordon smiled.

“Beautiful, doll. Gonna give you another DNA sample in a sec.” He leaned forward again, Alissa feeling his gut weighing down on her back, his hot breath on her neck. “Consider this your advance!” His chains clattered together as he fucked her to his climax, his cum drenching her cervix with another dose of his seed. Deep, chesty groans signaled his satisfaction with her body as his cock throbbed within her. 

Alissa cried out with him, her walls massaging him with their own orgasmic contractions. His weight bore down more and more as his climax faded and the strength temporarily left his body, but he regained it before he risked crushing her. Gordon huffed and stood himself upright, head back as he panted for a moment. Carefully the tiger pulled out, and a flood of cum fell to the floor and stained the couch. The cigar returned to his mouth and took a big puff as he flopped down on the couch. “Stand up for me, I wanna watch you drool.”

Alissa huffed with a smile and looked at him, her face partially obscured by her arm. She stood herself up and reached down to part her lips. His cum came trickling down in globs, some falling straight to the floor and splashing on her paws, some clinging to the inside of her legs and getting lost in the fur. Gordon flashed a toothy grin at her, accented with his gold fang. 

“That’s a good whore.”