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"How do I look?" I asked my wife as I finished dressing by brushing off the collar of my suit, doing my best to sport a charming grin. It hadn't been as effective as I'd hoped, as she graced me with a short glance before rolling her eyes.

"Like a penguin?" She looked away with her sly remark and draped a remarkable jewel necklace around her collar. For me, that was clue enough how dearly dashing she truly found me. She only ever took that necklace out on special occasions. That made a dinner with me at least somewhat special.

"But at least a handsome penguin, right? Maybe an Emperor Penguin?" I whispered into her ear as I pressed up against her from behind. I considered myself beyond lucky to be able to hold such a beautiful woman - my wife - so close, and call her mine. I made that clear to her as I pressed my hands over her hips and lightly squeezed into her dress, rolling along her curves before sinking down and taking a handful of her voluptuous ass. My pants began to bulge, and I made sure she felt it by pressing against her.

She let me enjoy that satisfaction in silence for just a moment longer, before turning around and lightly pressing me away with a hand. "There's no point getting this worked up before we've even had dinner, Mr. Emperor Penguin." She took my bulge into her paw and squeezed it. "Tonight is another story." With that, she pressed her lips to mine and I obliged, embracing her in my arms and holding her as if I never wanted to let go.

We were snapped out of that intense moment by a loud, almost brutish, knocking at the door. Our lips parted with a shared sigh between them, and my wife went off to answer the door. I couldn't, on account of the erect tent that I had so proudly formed at the front of my trousers. I fought with it a little, pushing the contents aside so it looked slightly presentable, and then headed off down the stairs.

The source of that heavy-handed knocking from before was standing in our foyer now, and without herself realising it, she quickly unwound my efforts as my bulge throbbed and was obvious once more. I was loyal to my wife, of course, but my neighbour, Sophia, made that fidelity waver every time I saw her. She was young, I couldn't deny, and still a growing teenager. Despite that, I found myself gazing willingly around the curvature of her butt, pushing out beneath her large, puffed up skunk tail. That wasn't all. Her chest was barely budding despite her age, failing to develop any sizeable bosom. I measured her breasts in my head, and they must have been substantially less than a handful each. That was how I liked them. I couldn't tell my wife and her double-Ds that, of course. I couldn't tell her many things, least of all how attractive I found those who are barely passing through puberty.

The delight I found in prepubescents was something that weighed heavily on my mind, filling me with unabated guilt. I pushed it aside for now and continued down the stairs, greeting Sophia with a disarming smile.

"Sophia! Glad you could make it. Sorry to call you over on such short notice, our usual babysitter had to pull out at the very last second." I grabbed my wallet from the nearby side and pocketed it, perhaps bringing a little too much attention towards my pants.

"Money's money, and I need a new piercing." She responded coldly, gesturing towards her ear which was already sporting three rings. She was wearing them in numerous avenues - some her lips, some on her nose, many on her ears.

I responded with a nervous laugh, brushing a hand through my hair as I disguised my reaction to the overwhelming pungent odour of her perfume washing over me. Sophia was gorgeous, true. She was also a goth. Despite being a skunk, and therefore already sporting a coat of black fur intermixed with the occasional strip of white, she'd made a habit of wearing all-black, heavy looking clothes from tip to toe.

"Still killing it with the goth phase I see."

"It's not a phase. It's who I am. You wouldn't understand."

I took that reaction as a good chance to skip out of the conversation before I irritated her any further. Fortunately, my wife had just finished getting ready and interrupted us just at the right time.

"Okay, Stacey is still sound asleep, but if she wakes up then-"

"Mrs. Spring, I know what to do."

"Of course, we'll leave it all to you, then. We'll see you in a few hours." My wife turned to me, and I took the hint to take the lead as I opened the front door to our house and we departed.

My wife and I didn't return until some ungodly late hour, and we didn't return anywhere near as sober as we had left. So much so that we had to get a taxi back, and I had a great deal of difficulty fighting the front door as the key simply refused to go in.

Sophia saved the two of us from the cold night as she answered the door to find us pissed out of our heads and laughing amongst ourselves like schoolkids. All we got from her was the apathetic rolling of eyes, before she politely excused herself and wished us a good night.

"A good night, she said." I slightly slurred as I spoke, grappling my wife by her ass as I approached her and pushed her towards the sofa in our living room.

"We can't-" My wife began, rubbing at her head, "We can't let Sophia down. We've gotsa have a great night." She drunkenly pawed at my trousers with little success, while I fought diligently with her ample cheeks. I managed to get her underwear out of the way enough for what we needed, leaving them hanging around her thighs as she turned around with a wobble and bent over the edge of our sofa, presenting her raised bottom with her tail hiked up high. The soft white of her Labrador fur parted down the centre of her hefty cheeks to entice me with what laid between. It did the job well enough, as my dick swiftly swelled to its full girth.

"Fuck I love you-" I grunted under my breath while pushing my trousers down in a rush, freeing my ample erection at last. I had waited hours for this, and I wasn't going to waste a second of it. I grabbed myself in one hand and my wife's hip in the other, and closed the gap between us. Even in my drunken daze I'd managed to hit the spot, overwhelmed with relief as my shaft plunged into that slippery squeeze. Neither of us felt restraint, my wife gripping into the sofa cushions and loudly announcing her delight with a moan, while I skipped the theatrics and started bashing my groin against her ass while raking my fingers through her fur.

It all ended barely half a minute after it started, my knot swelling up as I reached my own finish so soon. To make up for that loss I began jackhammering my wife, sweat spraying onto her back as I did my best. The tight squeeze of her squelching flesh, sandwiched around my dick, was simply too much. At last, my knot swelled up, and I slammed it home and hosed my wife's insides with cum. Trapped together, we passed out in a heap as my cum bloated her womb.

The following day I begrudgingly woke up with a splitting migraine that tore my brain in two. I was laid across the sofa where I had fucked my wife like an animal the night before, but now I was wrapped up in a blanket, and my wife was nowhere to be found. I must have slept in. The same sound of knocking that likely woke me up in the first place had began again as someone aggressively rapped their knuckles against the front door. That style of knocking must have been... Sophia?

Despite the urgency of answering the door I still had to take my time peeling myself off of the sofa and coping with the agonizing pain that slammed through my head as I did. My thoughts felt like a messy jumble amongst that searing sensation. Do I really have to get up? A seemingly unending stream of groans decided to escape my lungs as I pulled myself up regardless of the complaints. That knocking just wasn't stopping. I made my way over, making sure to get my trousers back on as I did, and finally answered the door, As I suspected, Sophia was standing there on the other side.

"Okay, okay, you can stop knocking now." My voice was croaky as it bared its reluctance at speaking so soon after waking up.

"Are you alone right now Rich?" Sophia asked in an agitated tone, apparently ignoring how little I wanted to be awake right now.

"Yes...? I think so?"

"Good, I need to talk to you."

Sophia barged past me without being invited in, pushing the door shut and pulling me back into the living room. Rudely, she shoved me back into the sofa I so dearly wanted to be back on anyway.

"What are you doing?" I, just as rudely, shouted back at her. This was no way to treat anyone, yet alone someone twice your age.

"Shut up, I'll do the talking." She had taken out her phone now, and was looking for something. "Here, look familiar?"

I looked at the phone she pointed towards me and blinked a couple times to refocus my dreary eyes. What they found, however, made me wish I was blind. There was a photo. A photo that I had taken. A photo that no one except me should ever even know about. It was of Sophia, naked, changing in her room. That particular photo was one out of a set, later on it shows her getting curious with a hairbrush. This picture was also a few years old, back when-

"I was 12 when you took this you sicko!" Back when she was a child. How did she find this? I kept it secret, I kept it-

"You looked through my computer..."

"I saw everything else that was on there. Softpaw Magazine? Kitty Cub tries Anal? I don't care about those." She flicked to the next photo. It was more zoomed in than the last, but it was of the same day. It was later the last, and now Sophia was on her back, with the handle of a brush firmly pushed into her backside while she pawed at her undeveloped slit. She swiped again to a much more recent photo. Sophia was 16 in this one, and she was with her boyfriend, who had been roughly fucking her from behind for the full ten or so minutes I watched.

I was afraid. I was more than afraid. Sophia could destroy my life with these photos. My body was trembling and my cheeks felt like there were on fire. What should I do? What can I do? Can I silence her? Should I kill her? She could put me in prison for a long time. What's to lose? All these nasty thoughts rushed through me over and over as I grimaced my teeth in anger and fear.

"You do everything I say from now on, got it?" She made her intentions clear as she leaned over me and glared into my eyes. I felt so small yet so cramped as her black outline surrounded me. She was smaller than me by far, but right now, she felt like a giant with a hand poised and ready to crush my head.

That offer did, however, mean I was safe. For now.

"What do you want me to do? Give you money?"

"Money? Of course you're going to give me money. Every cent I need. That's not all," she pulled back. "I want to see how low a sicko like you will sink." She lifted up her skirt. I saw what I'd only seen from afar, her folds, pierced with a stud, bared before me between her slender thighs. She climbed up onto the sofa and I thought I was in a dream as the girl I'd fawned over for years brought her groin closer to me. But at the end, just as she seemed so fruitfully close, she turned herself around and reversed onto me instead. Instead of her pristine peach meeting me in a loving embrace, I was subdued by her perky posterior instead, my maw forced to sit between her cheeks as she wiggled and sunk around me. It was hot and sweaty, the smell of her perfume rising up to hide any musk that may have resided within.

I was trapped there underneath Sophia's tail as she sat all of her weight against my face, rubbing me into her butt.

"Eat my ass out. Do a bad job and you're going to prison. Do a good job and maybe I'll reward you instead. Got it?" I could barely hear her from beneath her body, but I understood her well enough to understand my position.

I had only been given a chance like this once in my life. My wife, beautiful bombshell that she was, was rarely willing to change things in the bedroom. We'd fucked in the missionary position so many times that I had begged for variety. Last night was the closest thing I'd gotten in a long time. On one occasion I'd manage to convince her long enough to try cunnilingus, and I had taken that chance to push her legs back and also take a shot at her backside. She didn't approve.

Now was different. Sophia, the girl I've so dearly wanted for years to the point it weighed me down with guilt, was now balancing atop my face and giving me no other option. This didn't even feel like a punishment. I reached up and grasped her butt, digging my fingers into the flexible flesh beneath her fur as I pulled back on her. I pushed the anxiety about my future and my wife aside and stuck my tongue out, brushing the wet spade of it across Sophia's pink rim. The salty tone of sweat teased me as I washed it off in one swift motion, finding myself wanting more as I took another lash and wiped it up across the skin of her outlet. I could feel her wincing whenever my tongue glanced across the middle, teasing her with the idea of my big, slippery canine tongue breaching her ring and twisting through her insides. She was wiggling her hips, teasing me to bring that idea into reality as I observed her curves sway side to side above.

I raked my hands across her cheeks and plucked them apart with my thumbs, spreading her ass as I swept across the centre. I dug in deeper and deeper, forcing my tongue against her flesh. She could only resist for so long, clenched up tight, before I would get my way. The spiralling of my tongue managed to do just the trick, easing her into the idea before I felt her finally stretch open before me.

Sophia jumped up as the soft tendril I offered suddenly burst up into her backside, eliciting a soft coo as I twisted and turned inside of her bottom. "Fuck yeah, get right in there-" She used me like a dildo as she started bouncing against my face, forcing my tongue to bend and turn as it's jerked about.

Had I been missing something like this my entire life? My wife had taken this from me? I was in the worst situation in my life but I felt renewed instead.

I was made to entertain the flexing tunnel before me for a while longer until at last Sophia pulled herself from my face. "You pass." She climbed back off of me, "For now, anyway. Take your dick out." She was bent over before me as she made that demand, reaching down to her shoes while I got to watch that swaying delight for a little longer. I did as I was told and undid my trousers, hooking them down enough to expose the throbbing length of my ready-to-burst erection. By then, Sophia had finally gotten her shin-high boot free from her footpaw. She was now bringing out her phone again, turning back towards me as she aimed it between my legs, recording the six inches of canine dick in full. "Your reward, as promised."

I nearly came in an instant when Sophia lifted up her foot and stood on my dick, the sensitive shaft of it pulsing so soon. So much teasing had done a number on my endurance, and trying something new was an overwhelming pleasure on top of that. The fur of her foot tickled as the bristles of it swept across my nerves, the soft toebeans beneath the pad itself doing most of the work. I must have looked pathetic to her, panting from just the contact of her foot as I retreated back into the sofa. I hated to admit it, but the thick odour of leather that rose from her feet and assaulted my nose was making my mind turn blank. It made me want to fuck her until there was nothing left of me to give. That very musk was rubbed into the flesh of my dick when she started jerking me off with her foot, the sweat that drenched her paw leaving a snail trail that evaporated quickly.

"Already getting close? So you're not only a filthy pedo," she pointed the camera towards my face, "but premature too?"

I couldn't take it for long after that comment, and Sophia was soon digging her heel into my swelling knot. The most intense orgasm I'd ever had began its course through me, making me tense up and kick my feet into the floor. A thick strand of cum squirting up into the air signalled the peak of my pleasure as I gave up a pathetic moan. Sophia recorded the whole thing - every wad of cum that splashed back against my chest, every string that caught in her own fur, and the way I writhed in pleasure beneath her.

I had given her even more blackmail.

To be continued.