Author: UnclePete
Title: Blackmail
Summary: All bets are off when I catch my sister-in-law in a compromising position with her dog.
Keywords: MF, best, nc, blackmail, humil

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DISCLAIMER: The following story contains depictions of
bestiality. If that disturbs, disgusts, horrifies, mortifies,
shocks, sickens, or otherwise rubs you the wrong way, guess what
- you don't have to read it! This story is a work of FICTION -
these events never took place except inside my head, which means
no animals were harmed in its making, so keep the hate mail to
yourself. Thank you.

I hopped out of my car and locked the door out of habit, though I
was only going to be here for a few minutes. I had left my video
camera at my girlfriend's house the night before, and I was
running inside to grab it. I had gotten it for Christmas two
years back and I rarely go anywhere without it. My girlfriend,
Michelle, isn't exactly a looker, but she's gorgeous in my eyes:
long, auburn hair, blue-grey eyes the color of storm clouds,
perky breasts, and a well-rounded figure, not skinny but
definitely not fat. I'd met her three years prior, and we still
hadn't lost the spark. But on this day, Michelle was at work, and I
was merely stopping by for my camera. Or, so I thought.

I located the spare key under the mat (such an original hiding
place), and unlocked the front door. I stepped inside, trying to
recall where exactly I had left my camera. If I remembered
correctly, I'd been messing around with it in the basement, so it
was probably down there. I passed through the living room and
opened the door to the basement stairs. I was halfway down the
spiraling steps when I paused, for I could hear noises coming
from below. Very intriguing noises.

It was the obvious sound of a female moaning in sexual pleasure,
and I contemplated for a moment heading back upstairs. Michelle
currently lived with her younger sister, Melissa, and since I
knew Michelle was at work, it was a simple deduction that the sounds
emanating from below came from her sister. At 20 years old,
Melissa is pretty, and looks a lot like her sister, but her hair is a
little darker and straighter, her skin paler, and she has larger
breasts, probably a large C-cup. She's also always been a whiny,
spoiled bitch, and quite a few times I've had to stop myself from
making some scathing comment in her direction.

As I turned to head up the stairs, a thought struck me. As far as
I knew, Melissa didn't have a boyfriend, and she was far too
stuck-up to fuck on the first date. That meant that the noises I
was hearing were probably due to Melissa masturbating... and that
was an opportunity that was hard to pass up.

Quietly, cautiously, I crept down the last few stairs and poked
my head around the corner. I had expected to catch an eyeful, but
I wasn't ready for what I saw. There was Melissa, naked on all
fours on the rug in the center of the room, but she wasn't
masturbating. Instead, her dog Toby was hunched over her,
humping away, as Melissa shrieked in pleasure. My mouth dropped
open. Melissa was getting fucked by her dog, and she was
absolutely loving it. I had a great view from the side as her
boobs swayed back and forth in rhythm with Toby's frantic
thrusting. Toby is a Lab mix, black and grey with a white
underbelly. He's a good-sized dog, not like a Great Dane or
anything, but large enough to make the scene before me very
possible.

I couldn't do much other than stare. This had to be one of the
hottest things I had ever seen, and the most surprising part of
it was that it was spoiled, stuck-up Melissa, of all people, who
was getting reamed by the dog. I unconsciously stepped off the
stairs, onto the cement floor, and Melissa instantly raised her
head. Her complexion paled when she saw me staring at her.

"P... P... Pete?!" She managed. I didn't say anything; I was
still entranced by the scene in front of me. A panicked Melissa
desperately tried to push the dog off of her, but Toby wouldn't
budge. He'd stopped thrusting and now just sat there on top of
her with a dumb look on his face. I took a few steps closer.

"It looks like he's knotted with you," I said, "Which means you
aren't going anywhere any time soon." I was amazed at how
nonchalant I was being.

"Shit, just... just look away, please!" Melissa had tears pooling
in her eyes; I could tell she was embarrassed beyond words, which
made the whole thing even more enjoyable.

"Actually," I said, relishing my position of power, "I think I'm
going to stare a little more. It's not every day you get to see a
slut being fucked by her dog." I squatted down and made an
obvious show of checking out her body.

"Seriously, Pete," she pleaded, "Just go away... PLEASE!"

"Yeah, not gonna happen," I replied. All of a sudden, my gaze
fell on the couch, and there was my camera case, right where I'd
left it the night before. This was too good to be true. I stood
and walked past Melissa to the couch, opened the case, and took
out my video camera.

"What are you doing?" Melissa asked, for she couldn't see what I
had in my hands.

"Oh, just... capturing memories," I responded sardonically,
turning towards her as I turned the camera on.

"Oh... oh no, oh please no..." Melissa looked totally mortified.

"Oh yes," I said. "Smile for the camera, slut!" As I began
recording, Melissa turned her head away, and tried rotating to
put her back to me, but her current situation made that more than
a little difficult. "No, no," I reprimanded her, "I want to see
your face." She didn't budge, so I walked around to her other
side. She turned her head again. This time I took a step towards
her and slapped her across the cheek. She gasped and looked up at
me, tears in her eyes.

"That's better," I said. "Now just one more thing, and if you
want this to be over quickly, you'll do exactly as I say, got
that?" Melissa just glared at me. "You're going to look into the
camera, and say the following words: `I, Melissa Anderson, am a
dirty little slut who loves to get fucked by dogs.'" Melissa
looked down at the floor, trembling. For a minute, I thought I
was going to have to be more forceful, but then:

"I, Melissa, Anderson..." She said it through gritted teeth and
with obvious malice.

"No," I scolded her, "Say it like you mean it. Say it like it's
the truth - because it IS the truth. You ARE a dirty slut who
loves fucking dogs, aren't you?" Melissa tried once more in vain
to get herself out from under Toby, but they were knotted
tight, and a grimace flickered across her face from her attempt
to escape. "Say it, bitch," I commanded.

"I, Melissa Anderson..." She heaved a sigh. "...Am a dirty little
slut who loves to get fucked by dogs."

"There we go," I said cheerfully, snapping the camera shut. The
entire time, I had been so focused on getting some blackmail on
Melissa that I somehow failed to notice my raging erection, but
now it was calling out for attention. I dropped the camera with
the incriminating evidence back onto the couch, and then turned
back to Melissa.

"Okay, slut," I said, unzipping my jeans, pulling out my dick,
and shoving it in her face, "Suck it."

"Hell no!" she practically shouted, recoiling.

"Alright," I replied, "In that case, I'll just start showing that
video around... I think I'll start with your parents, see what
they think of it."

"No, oh god no, please..." Her voice trailed off as she began to
realize the situation she was in.

"Then suck it. Give me a blowjob and no one ever sees that tape."
She looked up at me, venom in her eyes, but then reached out her
left hand and grabbed my dick. "That's right," I said
encouragingly, "Now use your mouth. I know you know how to give a
blowjob; you're such a dirty little slut you'd let a dog fuck
you, for god's sake." Toby cocked his head to the side as I
referenced him, and shifted a little bit, eliciting an
involuntary squeal from the bitch he was knotted with.

Melissa began sobbing, her back heaving up and down, but slowly,
reluctantly, she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around my
throbbing member.

"Ohh, that's a good girl,' I said as Melissa began pumping her
head up and down on my dick. It felt so good, especially knowing
that the whole time she had a pussy full of dog cock. She was a
good little cocksucker, too - she was expertly using her tongue
as her lips ran across my shaft, and she seemed to actually be
getting into it.

"That's right, you little whore," I said, making sure to berate
her with every sentence, "You like sucking my dick, don't you?" I
reached down and fondled Melissa's tits as they swayed beneath
her. They were soft and supple, except for her nipples, which
were hard as rocks.

"Hey!" she cried, momentarily letting my cock free, "Don't
squeeze so hard."

"I'll squeeze as hard as I want to, bitch," I said and, just to
prove my point, I took her left breast in my hand and squeezed as
hard as I could, making her gasp in pain. I may have been going a
little overboard, but I was taking out three years' worth of
aggression towards the little bitch, and I was going to savor
every moment of it. "Now keep blowing me," I growled, and she
complied, going down on my cock with a renewed furor. Maybe she
figured if she could get me off quickly, it'd be over sooner.

After another minute or so of Melissa expertly sucking my dick,
Toby finally freed himself from her, his penis flopping out of
Melissa's pussy, followed by a gush of semen. Melissa moaned
unconsciously as her dog's cum poured out of her, and I pulled
her off my cock. I had realized before she did that Toby
finishing with her had afforded her the freedom to pull away from
me, and I wasn't about to let that happen.

"As much as I hate sloppy seconds," I said to her, "I think your
pussy is just begging for a human cock, don't you?" Toby had
retreated to a corner of the basement, where he curled up,
watching us.

"Wha... no!" she shouted, and struggled to pull free, but I kept
a firm grip on her shoulders.

"How quickly we forget, hmm? Here's the deal: you let me fuck
you, or that video of a dog and his bitch goes on the internet."
She began sobbing anew, shaking her head, before finally looking
up at me.

"I'll tell Michelle."

"And I'll deny everything," I responded. "Who is she going to
believe, her bitch of a sister or her loving boyfriend?" Melissa
was silent. "And, if you do that, I think I'll start by sending
the video out to every e-mail account on the UMASS server." I
figured the reference to her school would spur a reaction, and I
wasn't wrong.

"FINE!" she practically screamed, "Do whatever the fuck you want
to me, just don't, please... don't..."

"I won't, so long as I get to fuck that cunt of yours. Now up."
I pulled her to her feet and shoved her towards the pool table on
the other side of the room. She stumbled into it hard, her pussy
still leaking Toby's cum all over the floor. I followed close
behind her and forcibly pushed her face into the felt so that she
was bent over the table, her juicy pussy exposed and ready to be
fucked.

She had a short coat of brown hair covering her slit, matted down
with a combination of pussy juices and dog semen. Pussy hair is
usually a turn-off for me, but I wasn't about to let that stop
me. I lifted her ass a little higher into the air so that she was
standing on tip-toes, aligning her snatch with my cock, which I
promptly buried into her.

The inside of her vagina was still slick with Toby's cum, which
allowed me access with no difficulty. Her pussy had been
stretched from the knot as well, which meant I barely felt
anything as my dick slid inside her, but just the thought that I
was fucking my girlfriend's stuck-up sister made the feeling
exquisite. I pulled my cock almost all the way out, then plunged
it back into her with reckless force. An involuntary groan
escaped Melissa's lips as I thrusted in and out viciously,
pounding her pussy as hard as I possibly could.

"Yeah... you like that, you little whore?" I asked between
breaths. Melissa was silent, so I grabbed her by the hair and
pulled her head backwards. "Tell me you like it."

"Y... uh... I... I like it!" She managed through groans of both
pain and pleasure.

"What do you like?"

"I... I... I like you... oh... fucking me!" I grinned; it may not
have been sincere, but the little bitch was beginning to get it.
I continued ramming my dick into her, completely lost in what I
was doing. I was deriving more pleasure from causing Melissa's
humiliation than I was from actually fucking her. Either way, it
felt amazing and I knew I wasn't going to last much longer.

"You ready to take my load on your face?" I growled, "You're a
little slut, and sluts love cum on their faces, right?"

"Yes," Melissa groaned, "I want your... c... cum on my face..." I
pulled out of her and spun her around on the pool table, then
shoved her onto the floor on her knees with my member in her
face. She got the message and began sucking me off again, her
tongue lapping up both her own juices and her dog's cum. Again, it was
more the thought of what was happening than the actual feeling
that sent me over the edge. I pushed her off of my cock and
forced her head back so that she was looking me in the eye. I was
expecting her to close her eyes in anticipation of what was
coming, but she seemed determined to keep glaring at me
throughout.

I groaned as I came, and the first spurt of semen shot over her
head and onto the floor near Toby. The second strand landed right in
the middle of her forehead, and the third hit her cheek and
splashed up into her right eye. I was breathing heavy as my
orgasm subsided, and I looked down at Melissa's tear-stained and
cum-splattered face as she attempted to rub the cum out of her
eye.

"Well," I said, stuffing my softening dick back into my pants,
"That was fun, but I really should get going." I slung my camera
bag over my shoulder. "You, uh... might want to clean up in
here." I motioned towards the floor, which was sticky with mine
and Toby's cum. Melissa said nothing; she just glared at me,
sniveling. I turned on my heel and proceeded to head up the
stairs, but stopped on the first step.

"Oh, Melissa..." I called back. I got no reply, but continued
anyway. "Shave for next time, will you?"

"Next time?!" I looked over my shoulder to see the mortified look
on her face, as well as to take another quick gander at her naked body.

"Of course," I said, smirking. "Unless, of course, you want
everyone to see what a little slut you are..." Melissa just
stared at me for a moment, at a complete loss for words, then
suddenly broke down sobbing. I had no idea when or if there would
ever be a next time, but I wanted to cause the bitch as much
torment as I could, so I left it at that, and headed up the
stairs, leaving a broken Melissa, crying and covered in cum.

I didn't look back.

TO BE CONTINUED?