The United Kingdom Of Zoo - Book 7

By Luke Ozvik

©Copyright 2019 Luke Ozvik

Author's Note: This series of books are written in the format of a television show, where adult women of all ages voluntarily come to show their desire, sexual desire, for their canine partners. It's one of the most wildly popular, and most highly controversial shows ever broadcast.

Agent's Note: You know how a lot of stories have girls that are perfect, 36-24-36, flawless body, tits don't sag, etc., and all the guys are bodybuilders with 10-inch cocks? THIS IS NOT ONE OF THEM! The author uses descriptions of REAL WOMEN and realistic shapes. Thank God!s

Series 7, Episode 1: Lydia Lee (36)

“Welcome… To the NEW and IMPROVED… United Kingdom of Zoo…”

From this quiet opening we suddenly burst into the bright flashing lights and loud thumping music of a strip-club. We’re focused on the stage, and a tight, semi-nude woman, spinning around a pole, slim muscular legs up in the air, boobs out, long dark tightly curled hair whipping around as she spins.

She’s in perpetual motion - spinning then dropping to the floor in the splits, then up and crawling to the edge of the podium to taunt the men who are watching on.

Her body is tight and slim, a very flat belly, ribs sticking out a little then firm, fake titties. She’s wearing the briefest dental floss-like g-string, so tight and not-there that it’s basically splitting her pussy lips - and when she drops to her arse and spreads her legs in the air, everyone can see everything she’s got.

There’s something not quite right about her face - the jaw too narrow, the nose upturned and pointy like something from a cartoon, and the eyes just a little too big and round, and a little too forward in her skull. Cruel kids would call her bug-eyed. She’s not something from a freakshow, but it’s the kind of face that would be distracting if it wasn’t attached to a body like this!

She speaks in voice-over as she dances… She sounds surprisingly educated for a nearly nude freak with plastic tits, spinning around a pole, in a dark club. “My name is Lydia Lee - I’m 36 years old, and I’m a professional dancer…”

We cut between shots of her dancing, showing off her toned muscles and wonderful flexibility… And her giving a lucky customer a lap-dance, astride him, grinding his face between her firm tits… When it’s visible, his face is blurred out, but we can tell he’s having a lot of fun.

She continues her voice-over as she dances, “There’s a lot of women who complain that men have too much power… I blame the women… If you control the men, they have no power…”

Then she’s on his lap, facing away from him, with her back against his chest, her long curly hair draped over his bald head, holding his hands just over her tits (but not letting him touch) as she grinds her firm arse against his crotch.

Her voice-over continues. “I love to get men insanely turned-on, then leave them to have to look after themselves… I have all the power… And they pay me to do it!”

We cut to a shot of her back-stage, looking in a mirror - it’s our best look yet at her unusual (rather than unattractive) face, as she fixes her lipstick.

She talks to us via the mirror as she gets herself ready to go on stage…

“I love the thought of them running off to the toilets to wank away the frustration… Spunking all over the place… I’m like that on dates too… I love to wind a guy up - see how much frustration he can handle. I’m not happy unless a man is suffering…”

She’s putting a sexy red bra on now. Adjusting her tits to make sure her cleavage is at its best. “I’m not evil though… I’m only really happy once I know the poor bastards have cum!”

She looks at our camera in the mirror, then turns around to look over her shoulder into the lens and blow us a kiss. The timing perfect after her previous remark.

Next, we watch her walking along a corridor, heading back into the club, a couple of girls patting her on the shoulder, soundlessly wishing her ‘good luck’ and ‘go for it, babe’. Her voice-over continuing as she walks. “The idea of having sex with a dog turns me on… Not because dogs turn me on, because they don’t… But because I know that filthy men will be turned on by the idea of a woman like me doing something like that with a dog… And the idea of doing it on a stage, infront of all those men - with them wanting me, but not being allowed to touch, whilst a dog is allowed to do whatever he wants… That turns me on SOOOOO much!”

She turns into the backstage area, a small dark corner of the club, separated from the ‘front of house’ by a big black curtain. She pauses here, waiting for her call… And we hear the end of her voice-over, “The thought of doing it on camera, and all those sad, lonely men, at home, spunking all over themselves - watching me… I’m wet just thinking about it…”

We hear the club DJ beyond the curtain, “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, Miss Lydia Lee…”

Lydia takes a deep breath, then steps up onto the stage and pushes through the black curtain and disappears from sight.

Out in the club, the room is barely half-full - just a regular weekday evening crowd who have no idea what they are about to see…

Lydia struts out into the spotlights, moving quickly across the stage, reaching one arm out to catch the pole, and immediately launching into a spread-legged swing, the gusset of her g-string immediately disappearing up between her pussy lips.

We cut to a shot, backstage again, of a lean, mean, lovin’ machine - a black and tan Doberman who we immediately recognise as Casanova. He’s being led along the corridor that Lydia was walking down a few seconds ago. We can hear the music booming out from the stage, it doesn’t seem to bother our beast.

His owner, Dennis, a short, chunky Cockney wide-boy is handed a microphone and waits as the music continues.

Out front, Lydia is still dancing, her hard body covered with sweat - her fake chest heaving, muscles flexing as she spins around the pole, rolls on the floor, crawls, etc. Somewhere in the middle of all this she takes her bra off to show everyone her firm tits and pointy nipples - and continues dancing… And then she pulls the g-string away, exposing her clean shaven pussy… Dropping to her knees and crawling toward the edge of the stage… And then the music stops - right on the beat.

He hear Dennis’s voice over the sound system, speaking with a confidence that has grown from show to show… “Ladies and gentlemen… Please welcome… The ‘ound of ‘ell… The beast from the east end.. He’s a lover not a fighter… A licker not a biter… He’s a rock ‘ard, go ‘ard, take you in the back yard, mean muvva-fucker… All the way from East ‘am… I give you…”

The curtain opens and Casanova bounds onto the stage, skidding on the smooth surface. The small audience is now dumbstruck - lovers of naked women, they have all been regular viewers of our show and they realise what they are about to witness… “Casanova the Fird.”

The audience applauds and lets out a few whoops and hollers - but other than that the only noise is the dog’s claws on the stage as he skids to a halt beside his new bitch - almost as if he’s taking a bow to the ‘crowd’, leaving them side-by-side, both on all fours…

He spins around and heads right behind her - and she locks herself in place - a slutty smile across her narrow face as she looks back over her shoulder to see where he’s going…

Where’s he’s going is to explore her rear end - digging his long snout between her thighs, sniffing and licking at her pussy. His long tongue sliding over her pussy, between her labia, over her clit - over and over as he angles his body - chest to the floor so he can lick up at her gash.

She reacts as any woman would when licked by a dog - gasping and smiling, leaning forward but fighting herself to stay in range… Locking her arms out as she looks back from the dog toward the audience, and one of our cameras, so everyone can see the slutty joy on her face. Definitely smiling, showing off her white teeth, and gasping, “Oooohhhh yeeeeaaaaahhhh!” loud enough for the crowd to hear her delight.

The dog continues licking her - his long, slimy tongue making easy work of her pussy. Fast strokes, over and over, as he laps up her juices - apparently more excited with every lick. Shifting his position up and down to get a better angle of entry to her hole - his strong tongue occasionally slipping inside, sliding inches inside her before slopping out again.

The stripper is forced forward on her hands, straightening her back a little, her arse down toward the floor, then arching it to push her arse back in the air and offer him more cunt… She doesn’t appear to have too much control over this - it’s just the way her body is reacting to the pleasurable sensations.

“Oh God, he’s a good boy… He’s a gooooood boy… What… A… Tongue…!” She gasps, her voice raised now to make sure she’s heard. She may be enjoying the feelings, but the words are all part of the act.

Encouraged, Casanova continues - hungrily leaning into the task - licking faster, altering his angle to make his tongue slide into her pussy on every stroke... Which makes her bug-eyes bug-out even wider! She gasps, “Oooohhhhhh!”

Her tight body bucks involuntarily at the first blushes of an orgasm - she’s right on the edge… But her sudden movement scares the dog into backing away a few inches - which changes his view of Lydia’s rear... And now, rather than finish her off, he decides it’s time to get some for himself… He moves forward, his front paws scrabbling over her back, scratching down her sides, wrapping under her belly, as he pulls himself onto her back…

“Yeessssss!” She squeals… Looking up at her audience and pulling a dirty face - pouting and hungry looking as the dog gets closer to penetration…

He’s jerking his crotch toward her back-end, his pink lipstick tip cock poking out of the sheath and stabbing at her pussy. Pushing against her, shuffling his hindfeet on the stage, looking for grip than isn’t there, his head in the air, a look of desperation on his face…

Lydia allows her knees to slide a little further apart, angling her back down, pushing her pussy backwards - presenting an easier target… Then raises one hand from the stage, reaching down between her thighs, and spreading her labia apart with her fingers.

Perfect!

Casanova lurches forward, his rear end bending forward, wrapping around her behind, punching his cock into her pussy - driving home…

Lydia squeals, “Fuuucccckkkk!” and then let’s a wicked grin cross her face, before shouting, “He’s in my pussssyyyyyy!” to the front row…

She leans forward as the dog leans into her, her hand whipping back from between her thighs to help support her, as she goes rapidly from telling the audience what’s happening, to struggling to stay in control.

The two of them fucking is a pretty impressive image… He’s sleek and narrow, with beautiful short hair, and she’s tight and smooth, with tanned and sweat covered skin shining under our camera lights.

He’s holding tight and just thumping into her over and over. Her tits are firm, jiggling just a little rather than swinging all over like a natural pair would. Her flat belly pulled in, her legs tensed, thigh muscles straining to keep her upright under the continuing assault on her rear-end.

She continues to try and interact with her audience, calling out in broken words, “Do… You like…?” Grimacing under the assault, then adding a, “Yeah!”

We cut down low, looking up between their thighs, from under the dog’s balls - looking up to see his cock slipping and sliding in and out of her cunt in short, fast strokes. We can hear the wet slapping sound of each withdrawal, followed by her gasp/moan on each inward thrust.

Back to a wide shot, watching as the dog pushes forward harder, jamming himself up tight against her, short strokes, holding tight… And then the unmistakeable sound a woman makes when knotted, “OOOhhhhhh! OOhhhhHHHH!”

Then we cut to a close-up of her face… Those eyes really bugging now, her narrow jaw hanging down, the pointy chin almost on the stage. She tries to smile for the camera, but instead of that we get a sexy, incredulous look… It’s something we’re familiar with after all this time, but it never gets boring… That look when a slut realises that this is NOTHING like being fucked by a human.

We cut down low again, looking up at her cunt - stretched and wet - the dog no longer pumping, now just planted deep into her flesh. His cock pulses, moving slightly as he pumps his spunk into her belly.

In a wide-shot, she lifts one hand off the floor and reaches down between her legs, fingers working either side of the shaft, massaging her pussy lips, soothing herself - then moving to the top of her pussy, touching and gently rubbing her clit, adding further stimulation.

She throws her head back again, pleasure flowing over her features - then giving another open-mouthed thin-lipped sexy smile to her live audience and our viewers at home. She manages to call out, “Do you like seeing him pumping his HOT - DOGGY - SPUNK - into my TIGHT - CUNT?” Extra emphasis on the capitalised words.

Rubbing her pussy as she speaks, fingers blurring as she rubs hard and fast - a look of concentrated slutty joy on her face as she drives herself toward an orgasm around his cock.

Most of the audience appears spellbound, but there are a few whoops and a call of “Dirty fucking slut!”

Lydia’s fingers continue to work her pussy, the dog resting on her back… From the rear view, we can see his balls and arsehole puckering as he shoots one load after another into her pussy. We can see her thighs shaking, her fingers dancing, and then beyond her, her audience watching on - rapt.

She gasps, “SSoooooo BbbiiiIIIIGGGG!” as she continues to wank… Pain showing on her face as the knot continues to swell inside her… Her whole body is shaking.

The wide shot again as she drops her head, almost like she’s looking down under her body to see the dog’s legs around her belly, and between her knees… Her fingers still buzzing over her clit, mashing that flesh back and forward… Then stopping… Pausing… Then rubbing again for a few seconds… Pausing… And then… Suddenly, her whole body jerking up and down as an orgasm explodes inwards from her pussy right through her body.

“OOOooohhhhhhh ffffuuuuuccccckkkkk….” She gasps…. Her face twisting up, eyes closed tight, skin glowing… She jerks her back up and down, her legs twitching, and slumps forward from her one supporting hand so that she’s resting on her forearm and forehead. She cries out, “I’m CUMMMMINNNNGGGG!” as soon as she can manage to form the words.

Some of the audience cheers, that same voice shouting out, “Dirty fucking cunt!” with a distinct southern accent.

After the initial glow of the orgasm has flowed through her, she relaxes a little and slumps further forward, resting more on the side of her head, her mouth hanging open - her tongue out a little, licking the dirty stage. Lost in pleasure.

The big Doberman is still resting on her narrow back, his front paws still locked around her slim belly, hind paws occasionally skittering on the boards of the stage as he looks for a little extra push, to stay locked into her. His wet jaw resting on her shoulder blade, his eyes shifting slightly toward her curly hair.

We move around her, mixing through to a little later - we note that some of the patrons have headed off (possibly to the bathroom to ‘relieve’ themselves) whilst this action-less segment of the fuck is taking place.

The combination of Casanova’s grip and the size of his knot swelling in her pussy, has caused Lydia to drop all dialogue and switch to occasional grunts and moans… “OOohhhhh… UUuuhhhhhh….”

Then we cut to another close-up between her dancer’s thighs, looking up at her cunt just in time to see the Doberman’s fat knot breaching her labial lips… Slowly twisting to the side as it eases out, millimetre by millimetre.

Lydia’s grunts and moans becoming more strained and urgent as the knot stretches her pussy out to the max, turning to a short, sharp screams, “AAarrrrgggHHH!” as…

The knot finally pops free, one side edging out first - the worst of it over now, the rest just slithers and plops out, cum buddling and dripping out of her gaping gash.

We cut to a wider shot as Lydia rolls her face more to the side and looks up at our camera, a relieved look on her face… Taking a few deep breaths and then rolling over onto her side, then her back… Her head hanging back over the edge of the stage so that she is looking right at a small group of men sitting together at a table… She raises her legs up in the air, holding them straight out and spreading them wide to show off her pussy for the camera again… And immediately sinking three fingers, up to the knuckle, into herself - using the dog’s spunk for lubrication as she wanks herself off fast and hard.

Casanova is standing nearby, his big cock hanging down under his belly - all purple/grey and heavy, still twitching…

A familiar male voice calls from the crowd, “Suck it, dogwhore!” and a smile flickers over Lydia’s face - it’s the first time anyone has used her new title to her… She IS a dogwhore, and she knows it!

She raises her head to look at the dog, and spots his cock - and the hunger is clear on her face - then she drops her head back down, looking at her upside-down audience, and calls out, “Who wants to see me SUCK this dog’s COCK?”

The reaction is pretty clear - everyone here wants to see this dirty tight-bodied stripper sucking the scary Doberman’s cock!

We cut to a shot of Lydia on her back, now side-ways to the edge of the stage, with Casanova standing over her - she’s got one hand above her face, already holding his cock just behind the knot, angling the shaft down toward her mouth. Her legs are still spread, and she still has one hand between high thighs, fingers working her pussy, slow and dirty.

She’s holding her head just under his cock, opening her mouth and putting her tongue out on her chin, letting him squirt and drip little jets of cum onto it.

Then edging her mouth toward him, letting the tip press up against her tongue - then sliding it back along the tongue and into her mouth… Her lips close around it and she sucks her cheeks in around it - making her face look even thinner and her eyes look even bigger.

Then she’s moving her head toward his belly, and pulling his cock toward her mouth - sucking and jerking his cock - her fingers working her pussy, to show the audience that she’s really enjoying this, getting off on the moment.

We move back into a tight close-up to watch as she continues to suck on the dog’s hard cock… Taking it 3 or 4 inches at a time, leaving a very shiny, saliva covered shaft on every down stroke - only pausing in order to swallow the cum from the back of her mouth every few strokes. Breathing through her nose, nostrils flaring on the out breath, then narrowing on the in - refusing to let the seal of her lips break from his fat shaft.

Cut to her pussy to see how slippery and wet she is, how fast her glistening fingers are moving in and out of her twat - barely working her clit at all, just pumping them into her slot at a pace that almost exactly matches her sucking action on his canine cock.

She starts to raise her knees, closing her thighs on her hand, pressure evidently building up between her legs, in her pussy… Turning her wrist to get better, deeper, harder, access for her fingers… A fire burning up…

She continues sucking, swallowing, breathing, sucking… Fingering, thigh squeezing her hand, spreading again, and fingering… Faster and hotter…

The whole club can feel it… They are watching almost in silence. That one familiar voice shouting out again, “Your dirty fucking dogslut! You fucking love it!!”

And then she pulls her fingers out of her pussy, her knees as wide apart as she can get them, her pussy wide open - and squirts… A splashed jet of female ejaculate - piss - whatever you want to call it - spraying out over the front row fans…

At the same time she jams her face up to the beast’s belly, pushing his cock right to the back of her mouth - and holding it there… Choking on it…

Holding herself in this position, her pussy burning… The stage between her legs soaked… Dog’s cock in the back of her throat… Holds…

… And then flops back, flat on the stage, the dog’s cock pulled away from her mouth, all the tension gone from her lithe body. Covered in sweat and gasping for breathing… With her audience giving her a standing ovation (in more ways than one).

Casanova steps away from her and staggers away, his cock still firm beneath his belly, as she catches her breath for a brief moment, then rolls over onto her hands and knees, then pushes up onto her feet. Her legs look quite wobbly and she takes a quick bow to the audience, blows them a kiss, then staggers to the back of the stage as quickly as she can manage. Passing Casanova, who is on the side of the stage, being stroked and patted by Dennis, who calls to Lydia as she passes, “Welcome to the club you dirty fucking dogslut!” And chuckles as she gives him a little wave.

The DJ manages to pull himself together and announce her departure. “Ladies and gentlemen please, a big hand for Miss Lydia Lee… Lydia Lee everybody!”

She stops at the curtain and gives another victorious smile and a wave… And we freeze as she is half through the curtain. Job done!

Cut to - back stage… Lydia standing in the dressing room infront of the mirror, still catching her breath. Her make-up is running, blurring with her sweat, as she checks out a few scratches on her sides and thighs.

“How was that?” Checks a crew-member.

She answers via the mirror as she checks out the ‘damage’. “That was… Excellent… I didn’t expect it to be so much fun… The guys loved it… I’ve done a few lezzie shows on stage, but never anything with a cock… Never with a bloody animal! I should do it more… I think it went quite well…”

“Absolutely… You seemed to enjoy it…”

She smiles, reaching between her legs to rub her pussy. “Oh, I enjoy all sex… I don’t usually get this scratched up though… I’ll be covered in bruises, and these scratches are going to pop up a bit… I’ll look like shit for a couple of days… I think it was worth it though… All the ladies and gents at home, wanking themselves stupid watching this… Do you think I looked good?” She looks up at the camera with a genuine concern that she might not…

We confirm, “Oh, you looked great… Women who enjoy what they’re doing always look great…”

She smiles, drops her pretence… “Well, yes, I did enjoy it… His cock was fantastic - so hot, and harder than I’d imagined…”

“Will you do it again?”

She nods, her face brightening. “Oh yes… Like I said, I think I should do more of these shows… I could fuck a dog every week, make a special show of it… Charge a cover fee…”

“And in your private life?”

She thinks a little longer and harder about this question. “Perhaps… If I meet the right dog…”

And we fade out on her narrow-mouthed smile.

THE END, for another week. We'll be back next time with some fresh horsey action...

Series 7, Episode 2: Kelly Mills (25)

We open with a photo-session. A familiar looking young lady posing outside a nightclub as a small group of photographers, local media, take pictures of her.

She’s very slim, with short styled blonde hair. Wearing a mini-dress, cut low to show off her firm, wide spaced tits, with a high skirt to show off her slim legs. A few little tattoos are on show. When she smiles we see bright white teeth and a lot of pink gum. She’s posing up a storm… If we didn’t know better we’d swear she was Miley Cyrus!

She speaks in voice-over, a generic home-counties rich-girl accent that we can’t quite place geographically, occasionally very posh, occasionally veering toward Essex-girl. “Hello… My name is Kelly Mills… I’m 26, and I’m a professional Miley Cyrus look-alike.”

We cut to a scene of Kelly in a bedroom, in her underwear now. French knickers and a boob-tube bra. We get a good look at a big dream-catcher tattoo on the side of her body. She’s laying out a couple of dresses on the bed, picking out something to wear for her special shoot.

“I never watched Hannah Montana when I was a kid… I don’t really like Miley’s music or anything. I’m not a fan. But about 4 or 5 years ago people started telling me I looked like her - then I got my hair cut and dressed up like she was dressing, and I was getting into nightclubs and picking up free shit from the shops... And everyone was coming up to me saying I was her… I came up to London for a weekend with some friends, and the paparazzi was taking pictures of me outside clubs in the west end…”

We put paparazzi shots up on screen - showing Kelly coming out of a club. Then video footage of her being chased by the paps… “I figured, if I look that much like her, I could make some money off this…”

We cut to a photo of her flashing a very Miley-like smile toward the camera as a tattoo artist works on her body. “I made a bit of money and decided to go all in - I even got tattoos to match hers…”

We cut to a picture of two Miley’s side-by-side, the kind of thing you usually see at Madame Toussauds. It’s hard to tell if it’s Miley and Kelly, or if it’s Miley and her waxwork… Or even Kelly and Miley’s waxwork. Kelly’s narration continues, “I met Miley once, when she was on tour… She wanted to use me as a detour, but she also wanted to spend some time with me…”

We cut back to the footage of her picking out her dress… She keeps talking, now in person, turning to look into the camera with a little smirk. “… I think she wanted to fuck herself… Like looking in a mirror - but with touching and stuff…” She giggles.

We hear a male voice from behind camera. “Did you fuck?”

Kelly nods, “Yeah!” and laughs. “She was pretty good… She’d done it before!” She laughs again.

We cut to footage of her walking out of a house, and heading through a wide courtyard. She’s wearing one of the two dresses - a skintight red mini-dress that leaves little to the imagination. She speaks in voice-over again. “I’ve come here because if Miley can fulfill her fantasy with me… I’d like to fulfill my fantasy ‘as’ her…”

We cut to a photo of her on the front page of The Sun newspaper. We know it’s her because the headline reads, “MILEY LOOK-ALIKE CONTROVERSY” - we cut to another picture, inside the paper, Kelly posing next to a large horse, wearing a cowboy hat and a bikini. Other than a girl in a bikini standing next to a huge horse, there’s nothing sexual about the picture - but there is a blown-up version of the picture highlighting a tattoo on her belly. We can read the tattoo - simple black lettering that reads, “MILEY LUVS HORSECOCK”.

Kelly continues her narration, “I drew the tattoo on with a biro just before we started the photoshoot. I didn’t think anyone would notice. I just thought it would be my own little joke… It got me a lot of publicity, made me a lot of money… So it worked out for me… But standing next to that horse - with that tattoo on me… It really put it in my mind. And I thought…”

We cut back to the courtyard and Kelly talking directly to camera. “… If you want to have sex with a horse… Who do you call?” She smiles. “The only people I could think of was you…”

She turns away from us and walks into a stable building at the end of the courtyard - we follow. Her narrow body and arse, and her square shoulders suggest that she works hard to maintain her frame. We’re looking forward to seeing more.

We follow her into the stables, through a doorway and then down between an aisle of stables, each occupied by a large horse. She looks from side to side as she walks, her narration continuing, “Miley tries to shock… She’s a filthy girl - I can tell you - but I’m worse… I’m determined to out-shock her… We’ve all seen her nude, pissing, touching herself, kissing her girlfriend… And I’ve seen her doing worse… But we’ve never seen her bending over under a horse and forcing his huge cock into her cunt! Once I’m finished, with your help… No one will ever be able to look at her the same way again!!”

We see her body language changing as she reaches the end stable and she sees the beautiful animal we’ve procured for her. A large black stallion, his short hair shining under our camera lights. Beautiful, powerful looking muscles tensing and rippling as he shifts weight from one hoof to another.

We’ve seen him before - at the end of series 5 with a couple of Polish sluts… But this is obviously the first time Kelly has been up close with him… It’s Champion, also known as the Wonder Horse - and Kelly is impressed!

“Oh… My… God…” She gasps as she walks toward him, her stride changing from the previously slinky, sexy walk to an almost flat footed, awestruck stagger. A big smile of amazement on her face as she comes right up close to him. “He’s beautiful…”

She reaches out and strokes his huge head, running her hand down from between his eyes to his wide nose. He drops his head slightly as she does it. Enjoying the touch.

Kelly looks over her shoulder toward us as she begins to talk, but quickly returns her focus to the animal - stroking and patting his head, bouncing her head along with his as she gets in sync with him. “I’ve always liked horses… And I’ve been close to them before… But it’s sooo different this time… Because… You know… I’ve never walked up to one KNOWING I was going to have sex with it… You know?” She giggles at the last bit.

We move around from behind her to the side, so that we can see her face-to-face with her lover-to-be… She’s breathing hard and her bra-less titties are straining the material of her dress as she breaths in, her hard little nipples standing so proud we can see the little gold bar piercings through them both.

She leans in and gives him a little kiss on the nose, and he drops his big head down, brushing it down the front of her dress with enough force to almost pop her boobs out. She skips back, laughing and instinctively holding the top of the dress up. It wasn’t a deliberate move by the horse, but it was pretty effective all the same.

“He obviously wants me to take my dress off!” She giggles. Pausing, still holding the top of the dress, sizing him up. Her tongue running over her lips. Thinking about what she’s about to do… Then looks up at the camera and smiles again, “Me too!”

She steps a little further back from him and turns to face our camera front on… Then takes the front of her dress with both hands and slowly pulls the front down, showing more and more of her fist sized boobs, easing down to her nipples, then a teeny-tiny-weeny little bit further until they both pop out and bounce up. Firm and round, but small and wide apart. Perky. Perhaps a little larger than the real Miley’s much photographed tits - but not too big at all.

Then she pulls the dress over her flat belly, over her narrow hips and little bottom, and pulls it down her slim legs, stepping platform heeled shoes out of it and then casually throwing the dress to one of our staff off camera. Leaving her in nothing but a little pair of white bikini brief style panties, and a big pair of platform heeled shoes.

She steps back up to Champion’s side, stroking his head and the side of his neck, and moving up close to his front leg. Stroking down his flank until she is beside his huge chest. He’s been here before, he knows the drill - just let the pink thing get comfortable…

Kelly reaches her hands up and strokes the horse in two directions, one hand going to his neck and down to his front leg, the other along his back to his thigh, bringing her body closer to his, letting her soft titties press up against his hairy torso… Her head to the side, facing our camera, a very relaxed and happy look on her face as she feels his hair against her sensitive nipples.

“Oooohhh, God…” She sighs… “This feels sooo… Real…”

For the viewers it will feel somewhat surreal… Other than her boobs being a little too big, and her gums perhaps a little too small, this naked woman looks just like an international superstar. If she could do the accent, we could probably sell this as the real Miley and no one would know any better!

She holds this position, her chest up against the horse, for a good half minute, just breathing as he breaths. “I want this to last forever…” She sighs, before contradicting herself by backing away, her legs wobbling a little from anticipation. She looks around at someone off camera and nods, as if receiving instructions from a someone not wired-for-sound… And then she steps forward, bending slightly, and reaches under the huge animal’s belly.

Reaching under the magnificent beast - her fingers finding the huge, heavy, sheath that holds his organ… Stroking it, from front to back. Stepping a little closer, hand sliding right to the base of the shaft, and to the horse’s big, heavy, balls. Slipping her hand under them, letting them hang down against her palm and fingers. Hefting them for weight… Turning her head to the side so that we can see her smile and a little nod to indicate that she’s impressed!

She brings her hand back to his sheath and begins to rub and stroke it - making “Mmmmmmmm” noises. It’s almost like flicking a switch - as soon as she begins to stroke his privates, the horse’s cock begins to grow - eight inches of thick horse flesh, sliding out into view in one smooth movement, swelling quickly to ten inches, to twelve…

“OOohhhhhh!” Coos Kelly, very impressed with the new arrival. “OOohhh, that really IS beautiful…”

And now it’s Kelly that makes the smooth move - dropping down onto her haunches under the horse, wary of his hindlegs and large hooves, then leaning in toward that heavy twelve inches of cock… Taking hold of it in one hand and bending it to the side, toward her approaching lips, opening wide and then wrapping them around the head, sucking her cheeks in as she gives the shaft a little jerk back and forth toward her mouth. Making “Mmmmm” noises again as she tastes horse-cock for the first time… Then letting it flop out of her mouth, a little saliva dribbling over her bottom lip, and looking up - under the horse’s belly - to the camera, to comment that, “He tastes very fresh…”

She leans forward again, dropping to her knees under him, chasing the end of his cock, the corners of her wide-open mouth curling up a little - then catching it as it swings around, and sucking it in again. Still smiling around it as she gives it another quick wank into her face. Almost laughing from excitement as she sucks and jerks.

Two hands on his shaft as she sucks… Her mouth gradually getting wider and wider, her slowly leaning to the side, slightly away from his back legs… The cock growing as the horse’s level of interest grows. Sucking the end until she can barely breath, her fingers no longer able to wrap around the shaft. Then she pulls her head back, pulling it from her mouth, the soft flared flesh of his cock head popping out - looking too big to have been in there at all.

Catching her breath for a moment, and barely able to get the smile off her face. Looking into camera again to proclaim, with a measure of excitement, that “I just sucked a horse’s cock! Fucking hell, I’m a filthy cunt!” And laughing.

She goes back to the cock, this time licking the large flat head, kissing the flared flesh, then flicking her tongue over and into the urethra… Tonguing it curiously, then tasting her tongue. Looking up again as she tongues, just her eyes up toward us… She loves the camera as much as the fucking horse!

We cut to a wider angle as she shuffles back out from under the horse’s belly and gets to her feet.

She hurriedly pulls her panties down, ripping them down her legs and stepping out one foot at a time, never breaking eye contact with his huge cock. Her pussy, a narrow line of dark hair running a couple of inches north of her cunt, otherwise cleanly shaved, is nicely exposed for us all.

“I don’t know if that’s going to fit…” She rubs a hand in the gap between her thighs, her wide and flat pussy dripping and waiting for some action… “… But I can’t wait to try!”

She steps a little closer to the horse again, bending to reach under him and take hold of his cock - fatter, longer and harder after his sucking, but still with enough give to be pulled to the side, toward Kelly.

She angles her pussy toward him, leaning back and spreading her knees, one hand on one of her boobs, pulling on the little bar that is punched through the nipple, and the other holding his cock, rubs the flared head between her thighs, over her pussy lips. Tipping her head back when it makes contact. Gasping, “Oooohhhhh!”

The wide angle is beautiful - a slim, toned, and naked young lady, fondling herself whilst rubbing a horse’s giant cock against her pussy, a look of sheer elation on her face. She can’t believe she’s being allowed to do this. The horse, meanwhile, stands pretty still, waiting patiently whilst this little pink creature makes him feel good.

When she can’t take it any longer, she turns around, transferring his cock from one hand to the other, switching her grip, and holding it toward her rear end, then bends forward and wriggles her arse back toward him…

We move into close-up to watch as she begins to slide the flared head of the horse’s cock down the cleft of her arse, pushing it into that wide gap between her thighs, squeezing it between them, right under her pussy, and backing up against it…

In the wide-shot it looks like she is already fucking the horse as she leans back and forward, against and away from him - jerking his cock off with her thighs, coo-ing and gasping, “Ohhh… I can’t wait… This is… Ooohhhh…”

Cut back to the close-up angle, shooting across under the horse’s belly as Kelly holds the shaft behind her with one hand, and reaches back between her thighs with her other hand to push and prod the end of his cock between her glistening pussy lips… Fingers feeding one side of the flared head between the lips, then moving to the underside, pushing that in…

Having waited patiently whilst his cock has been fondled, sucked, wanked, and prodded, Champion suddenly senses his time has come - and lends the skinny young blonde a little motion - a quick, slight, but devastatingly effective jerk - a twitch, that sends seven inches of his fat member right into her tight little snatch, and makes her scream - then laugh… A huge smile on her face… “Ohh my fuccking God!”

She staggers forward a few inches, but she’s still impaled on his cock and raised up on her tippy toes. She scrunches her face up, the immediate joy of penetration replaced briefly by the pain of his girth… This is like being fisted without lube…

And then she’s fucking him - pushing her arse back toward his belly, sliding her pussy up and down a few inches of his arm-thick cock, leaving a little dark rim of moisture on his dark shaft. Swearing as she does it - a collection of gasped fuck’s, shit’s, Jeezus’s and Oh-my-God’s.

His cock is jammed in there pretty tight, she doesn’t need to worry about holding it there, so both hands are now up on her tits, squeezing and pressing them together, then flat to her ribs, then simply squeezing them tight, fingers digging into her flesh… It takes a lot to compete with the feelings coming from her stretched out cunt.

We watch from infront of her - with her looking up straight into camera… Straining as she leans back into him, trying to take an extra inch… Then leaning forward and enjoying the feeling of that glorious cock dragging out of her pussy.

Back to the low angle, from the rear, watching that massive member sliding back into her pussy, his flesh being squeezed in by her tight snatch, inches of it disappearing inside her… The shaft bending every time she pushes back against him…

Back to her face, watching a line of saliva drooping from her bottom lip, stretching out down toward the floor, unbroken… She’s not even slightly aware that it’s there. Lost in the moment.

She continues to push her rear end onto the horse’s cock, gasping and moaning, sliding off it… Long strokes - eight/nine inches at a time, always leaving the tip in there on the outstroke, then taking as much as she can on the in - pushing back until she can’t take his girth, until she can feel him straining her cervix… Squeezing her tits, her mouth open, drooling… Running a hand down her chest, over her belly, between her thighs, down to the end of her stretched pussy, tapping that clit…

Throughout the fuck the horse occasionally shifts his hooves, or twitches, sending a ripple of power and movement through Kelly that she isn’t in control of… Combined with her fingering and the sliding motion along his shaft - the anticipation of these twitches and the extra couple of inches of stabbing pain, is enough to put her into a state of bliss…

We wonder what it would look like if he actually took over - whether a girl like this could even survive being actively fucked by a horse… It’s not happening today - because Champion is happy to let Kelly handle the fucking - enjoying the way her pussy feels, tight and wet against his huge shaft - sliding back and forward…

She’s building up speed and intensity… Both with her sliding motion, and with her finger tapping on her clit… Breathing hard and moaning… Waiting for the next twitch or shuffle… And when it comes - so does she! Her whole body jerking forward, half upright, staggering forward and falling to her knees…

We watch this twice, once from the front with her dropping to her knees infront of us, a look of complete ecstasy on her face - then from the rear, watching her slide off his shaft, the head flaring wide as it pops out, her pussy left gaping wide and looking destroyed, as she drops to her knees facing away from us.

She gathers herself on the floor, shivering and catching her breath, fire burning through her body - from her pussy out to every extremity, then rebounding back to her pussy, making her spasm again. Champion’s huge cock behind her, still standing proud and hanging down under his belly.

Cut to - Kelly back under him, smiling and talking nice as she kisses and licks his shaft. “You’re magnificent…” Lick, kiss… “The best I’ve ever had…” Kiss, lick… “Man or beast…” Kiss, suck on the flared tip…

And then she’s got the tip in her mouth again, and she’s sucking - but more importantly for Champion, she’s got both hands wrapped around his fat shaft, squeezing tight, her fingers sinking into his soft skin around the shaft, jerking it toward her mouth as fast and hard as she can…

Every few seconds he ripples the muscles in his sides and thighs, almost moving, but doing his best to let her do her job… Making his first noises of the whole session, a half ‘neigh’, a semi-whinny… Obviously getting close, and Kelly can sense it… She sucks harder, breathing excitedly and noisily through her nose… Wanking faster… And then stopping… Pausing… And pulling her head back, grey spunk squirting out of the sides of her mouth, running down her chin as she lets the fat head of his cock out pop out.

She continues to hold his shaft, still wanking it slowly toward her face as his cum pours from her mouth, which just hangs open, her eyes wide in amazement at what she’s just done… She turns to camera and speaks, excitedly, with fluid on her lips making her sound almost drunk, “I just made a horse cum - in my mouth… Yes!”

She smiles into camera, making no attempts to swallow and to lick her lips clean. We hover on this image for a moment, then pan over to Champion’s head as he appears to give us a deep nod of appreciation and satisfaction.

Then we fade out, and mix through to a walk-away scene outside the stables… We’re walking ahead of Kelly, looking back at her as she staggers away from the stable, walking across the open courtyard, her red minidress and panties in one hand, the other running over her head and through her hair. Her naked body exposed to the sunlight. Horse cum still all over her chin and lips, dripping down onto her tits, glistening in the sunlight… She looks exhausted but elated, and smiles for the camera as she delivers her final statement and thankyous…

“I just want to thank Miley for looking the way she does, because it would be a lot harder to be her look-alike if she didn’t look like me…” She laughs… “Aaaaannddd… I’d like to thank my parents for bringing up a dirty little pervert like me and never stopping me doing whatever-the-fuck I wanted… I bet they’re proud now!!” She laughs again, then looking right into camera, “Anndd… Most importantly, I’d like to thank the United Kingdom of Zoo for giving me this chance to make my dreams come true…” She staggers on a few steps, apparently thinking the camera is off now as she adds, “Now I’m off to have a long bath, because I’m fucking exhausted!”

And we freeze on the smile, the most Miley-like moment on the show - and fade out...

THE END, for another week.

Series 7, Episode 3: Helen Mahr (43)

.............brown trout and chub!

We begin with home video footage of a young boy and his mother in a doctor’s office. It’s one of those feel-good Youtube clips of a child getting his first aural implant. The boy is cute, his mother is nervous and but trying to sit still. We focus on her for a second, wondering if she’s our guest this week… Then the audiologist leans in - her fiery orange-red hair hanging down loose over her shoulders, a warming smile, a pretty face. She tinkers with a small plastic implant on the side of the boy’s head, then turns to her computer and taps a few keys… Turns back to him, looks him in the eyes, and then says, “Hello Richard…” The boys eyes light up…

The rest of the brief moment of joy, mother crying, audiologist smiling - is played out in silence as our guest introduces herself in voice-over.

She speaks in a soothing, smooth tone and we note a clear American accent (not too strong and from the educated northern states). “My name is Helen Mahr… I’m 43 years old, and… If you’d told me ten years ago that I’d be here today, doing this… I would have thought you were crazy!”

We cut to a shot of her walking along a river-bank in idyllic countryside. Now dressed in sensible walking clothes rather than her medical white coat. Her face soft, but with clearly defined features - nice jaw, strong nose, good cheekbones... Soft, smooth skin.

She’s not in a rush - everything about her whispers, ‘relaxxxxxx’. As she strolls she passes a couple of men on the bank, fishing. They sit on little fold-out stools with their long rods already in place, bags containing packed lunch, flask, bait box, etc. She looks at them briefly as she passes - they stare at her, evidently more impressed by her than she is by them.

We cut between this shot, and photos of her which match up with what she’s saying in her voice-over.

We see photos of her as child, happy family snaps of a pretty little girl and her parents, high school prom shots of her with an all-American boy as she says - “I was born in New Jersey… Had a very nice life. Good parents, nice boyfriends. No trauma of any kind…”

Back to her on the river-bank, talking direct to camera. “That’s not what brought me here…”

Shots of her at college, medical school, socialising with young men, her graduation. She looks great in all of them - never the Instagram model type, more the all-this-and-brains-too type, good looking, but better because we know she’s intelligent. “I studied hard, partied hard, graduated in the middle of my class. Got a job… I’ve always been respectable.

Shots of her with a handsome young man, then wedding shots of them, then a map of globe - a dotted line plotting a course from the east coast of the USA to the south coast of Wales… “I specialised in audiology… And I met Gareth at a conference in New York. I moved to be with him in Cardiff - and we’ve been together ever since.”

Back to her walking along the river-bank. No more photos, we’re now talking to her as she walks - her addressing the camera direct. “Gareth is a great doctor, but a pretty terrible husband… I knew when I married him that I would have to be second to his work, but I didn’t expect to be second to his damn fishing!” She pokes a thumb backwards to the men fishing on the bank behind her. “And then with me in third place, I certainly didn’t expect him to find the time to cheat on me…”

Cut to her standing still by the river, in close-up, looking surprisingly relaxed and un-hurt considering the story she is telling. “I found out that he was having an affair with one of the nurses in his department. Hospitals are a great place to get easy sex, but a terrible place to keep secrets… I know the nurse he’s been sleeping with - I used to consider her a friend… When you’ve always been the good girl, it hurts to find out that the people around you, who you know and trust, have been unfaithful, or deceitful to you. He’s been claiming that he’s going fishing - then going to see her instead. So, I’m here today to get some revenge… And to have some fun… And to RUIN his hobby for him!”

We cut to a shot of her walking along the river-bank again, heading toward another angler a little further downstream. We hear her in voice-over again, narrating her own actions. “We’re going to see a friend of my husband - coincidently the husband of the nurse Gareth has been seeing… To enjoy a little bit of kinky fun…” She raises a hand and becons us with a red fingernail to follow her.

As she walks, we swing around to look at the angler. He’s a slightly younger man, and wears a slightly hurt face. We hear him in voice-over now. His accent gravelly and Welsh. “I’m Dr James Thomas… I’m a friend of Helen, and, until recently her husband, Gareth. We used to fish together… Gareth and myself. Then he told me he was staying home to spend some quality time with his wife… When he was really having ‘quality’ time with mine!”

Helen arrives next to him and he barely moves in his fold-out seat. They are both very conscious of the cameras pointing at them - and for the remainder of the sequence they seem fairly self-conscious about it. Conversation stilted, and all movements are played to the lens.

The American redhead talks to him rather than the camera, “Hello James… Are we ready to have some fun?”

We cut to shot of James as his voice-over continues, “When Helen told me her plan I was a little disgusted… But the more I thought about it, the more perfect it seemed… We both get some revenge…”

As he talks Helen is beginning to strip off. Coat off and dropped onto the grass beside the track. Her sweater then peeled up over her head to reveal a red basque corset top that doesn’t belong under such a boring sweater (but does match her fingernails). Her boobs, big and round, are pushed up and forward by the lingerie - presenting them almost like a gift to anyone who gets the chance to see her.

James continues his voice-over, “And to be honest, I’ve always wanted to see Helen with her clothes off doing something… Anything.. Disgusting!”

She continues, removing her jeans - unbuttoning and unzipping, then wriggling them over curvy hips to reveal red g-string panties that match the corset. It’s a nice sight. Pale, but very smooth, curvy - but mostly in the right places.

James continues, “Neither of our partners know that we know about them… They won’t find out until they see this video!”

Helen sits back on the grass bank to untie her shoes and pull them off so she can pull the jeans over her feet. As she’s undressing, she speaks to the angler rather than the camera. “I’ve been getting more and more excited about this… It was supposed to be something rude to spite him - but the closer we’ve got to today - the more I’ve wanted to do it for myself… For pleasure… And when these guys - “, she indicates the cameras, “ - said they would like to put this on the show… Well, I couldn’t wait to get started!”

James smiles a little. “Well… We’re ready and waiting for you…”

He reaches over the side of his chair, and pulls on a tube net that leads down into the water. We see a few fish twisting and flapping around. James continues, “It’s a bit strange actually trying to catch the smaller fish… I had to keep reminding myself not to throw them back.”

Helen seems very happy to see the fish writhing in the net. “Oh my… That’s so… Real…” She looks up at the camera and smiles, “This is really happening…”

We cut to a shot of her sitting on the ground, propped up on her elbows, flattened grass around her bottom, her knees wide apart and up in the air, feet flat on the grass. She’s already holding a glistening brown trout - which wriggles around in her hands, doing its best to get away from her and back to the water, gasping hard for air.

She looks up at us and checks, “Do I just start now?” - and once she receives confirmation that she should, she simply lays back - holding the fish firmly in one hand, and reaches down with the other to pull the gusset of her g-string over to the side, exposing a very neat and tidy pair of pussy lips - with just a dot of red public hair above it.

She moves the fish toward her pussy, and lets its mouth, still gulping for air, touch her lips, pushing it gently between them - just millimetres deep - and sliding it up and down the crack… Which immediately results in her letting out an excited little yelp, leaning back a little more, arching her back, and pushing her crotch forward toward the camera.

She slides the fish slowly up along her pussy lips until its mouth is against her slightly protruding clit. It continues to gasp and gulp for air, its mouth opening and closing, the lower ‘lip’ stroking across Helen’s clit - making her yelp just a little louder.

We cut to see her face - a broad smile, lips parted, big white teeth shining, her tongue poking out just a little as she takes pleasure from the fish’s touch.

“Oh my Gaaaaaad!” She gasps as she holds the wriggling fish in place.

Then she’s sliding it down her pussy lips again, pushing a little deeper, edging it toward vaginal opening itself, pushing in harder - making the head disappear up to the beady little eyes, pushing in and out… Her whole body shakes, and she raises her hips again, tensing her stomach, shivering - as the young trout’s head disappears into her cunt.

“OOooooooohhhhh, myyyyyyyyy…” She gasps, letting her head fall back for a second, then bringing it up so we can still see her beautiful face - and that ecstatic grin.

She bends forward slightly, twisting her wrist, gripping that fish tightly, so that she can push it deeper - pulling it out a little before each push, wanking herself on the live cold-blooded animal. With its head in her cunt and its body gripped firmly, there’s not much chance for this one, but we can see from its tail that it's still flapping around, trying to escape. We assume that the gulping and thrashing is continuing inside her body too - its head, clamped by her soft and warm vaginal walls on either side, must be the strangest environment it’s ever experienced…

And Helen continues to fuck herself - looking into our camera as she does it... Her jaw fixed in a half smile, half gasp... Pushing the fish in and out, now the front three or four inches of the smooth scaly beast held inside her pussy. In and out, in and out… With her gasping and squeaking from the excitement of the moment. Mainly looking down at her own pussy to watch the fish going in and out, but occasionally looking back up into camera to let the viewers at home know that, “This feels sooooo nasty!” Her American accent really emphasizing the words ‘naaaAAAsty’.

We cut to a close-up of her pussy - watching the fish being slid in and out of her flesh. Every three or four strokes, Helen pulls it entirely out so we can see that it’s still gulping, its eyes building, gills flaring - still working left and right trying to escape her grip… Failing - then being stuffed back in, mouth - then eyes, right to the gills, then held there and jiggled around a little.

The whole time, Helen is letting out little sqeaks and squeals of delight. “Oooohh, yeaaahhhh” and “Nasty…”

We cut to a wider shot, Helen at the bottom of frame, on the ground, on her back, propped up on one elbow, her other hand between her thighs, fucking herself with the fish, giggling and swearing - in the background, just down stream, a couple of fishermen minding their own business, unaware of what amazing sights are just out of view - and sitting behind her, with his line still in the water but definitely watching her rather than his float - Dr James.

Back in close-up - on Helen’s fish-filled pussy - as she slowly withdraws the animal… It’s barely moving anymore. Just about fucked to death… Looking at Helen, and her spread out pussy, we almost feel like this is a good way to go!

She brings the fish up past her red corset, to her smiling mouth and gives it a little kiss - pausing and posing for the camera, pursing her lips to kiss its almost motionless mouth. Then letting her pink tongue slip out and touch the fishes head, licking up from the nose to the top of the head in teasing little flicks. She looks at it, trying to see if it has anything left… Looking into its little black eyes for signs of life. The gills are still flared, but the mouth is barely moving.

She opens her mouth and playfully teases our viewers that she’s going to put the fish head in there… Inches it closer, then wraps her lips around its gaping mouth and closes as if to give it a blow-job… Holds it there for a second, smiling a little at the feeling of the cold head in her mouth, then half giggles as she tries to blow the fish up like a balloon… And succeeds in blowing it’s gills out… Making the fish give one last sudden, involuntary thrash - and she drops it, tosses it a couple of feet away in surprise… And laughs again.

We cut to a close-up of the fish on the toepath by the river. Barely moving, pink flesh sticking out of its gills.

“I guess I just fucked a fish!” She says with a smile, looking up into our camera. Moving her shoulders and head to the side, a sexy little shimmy. Adding, “I liked it…” She giggles and then sings quietly, almost to herself, (to Katy Perry’s ‘I Kissed A Girl’) “I fucked a fish and I liked it…” And laughing to herself.

She looks down at the net and the two little juvenile chub fish that are still very much alive and wriggling. Smiles. “I guess it’s your turn next!”

We cut to a close-up of her reaching in, trying to take hold of one of them, then the other, them slipping between her fingers, her squeaking and giggling as she tries, before finally coming up with one in each hand. They are about 8 inches long, three inches tall at the dorsal, perhaps an inch and a half thick… Green/grey coloured, glistening, and wriggling around in her grip - almost as if they are keen to get started! She grips them tight, her long red fingernails almost piercing their sides.

Helen looks around to Dr James, and asks, “Can we eat these guys?”

“Chub? Yes. They cook up lovely.” James confirms.

“Cool!” Says Helen, raising the fish upto eye level, looking right at them. “I’m gonna fuckya, then I’m gonna eatcha!” It’s hard to reconcile how attractive and intelligent she is, with how disgusting her ideas are.

She sits back down on the river-bank, with a little difficulty as she has a wriggling fish gripped tight in each hand, and in the process those lovely tits of hers pop a little from her corset. Seeing them sticking out, hard nipples visible, is the cream on the cake for us. It’s funny how a nice pair of tits can turn us on even AFTER we’ve seen their owner fucking her pussy with a live fish in a graphic close-up!

She brings the fish up to her boobs and begins to circle her nipples with their wet heads, moving them inwards toward her nipples, putting the fish mouths over them - letting them bite/suck her hard nipples. Smiling broadly at the sensation, “OOoohhhhh!”

She stretches the moment out, using the fish for her own deviant little pleasures… Enjoying the feeling of them on her nipples almost as much as she enjoyed the trout in her pussy.

Then leaning back against the grass, she runs one of the fish down over her corset, giggling, and then sliding him down between her thighs… Rubbing his face against her pussy the same way she started with the trout… His mouth still opening and closing as she pushes it slightly between her already spread pussy lips, sliding the mouth up to her clit, and holding the mouth over it, letting the fish gasp over her, fleshy little lips almost sucking/chewing on that sensitive little button of nerves…

She tosses her head back again, loving every second of this fishy action. Still pressing the other fish up against her nipple with her other hand, gasping, “Oh God…”

Spreading her thighs wider, shifting her behind on the grass, writhing a little - then having another bright idea… Keeping the one fish on her clit, bringing the other down from her boob to her wet pussy - spreading her thighs wider, her pink pussy lips almost opening themselves up - and then she feeds that fish up in between them - pushing it in and out - its head disappearing, gills deep, into her flesh…

Every time she pushes it in, she takes a deep breath, her chest swelling outward, the corset stretching, her boobs escaping a little more, and every time she pulls it out again, she breaths out with a long sigh. The whole time she keeps the other fish against her clit, rubbing it as it gasps for breath.

“OOooooooohhhhhh, this is… Ooooooommmmmmm!”

The whole time she’s been doing this, Dr James has been sitting on his little fishing stool watching on. One hand slid down into his trousers, gently fondling himself at the sight of his former friend’s hot red-haired wife laid out on the river-bank infront of him, legs spread, wanking herself with a couple of juvenile chub… One up and down over her clit, the other in and out of her pussy. Alternating strokes, loving every second of the smelly, slimy, cold action…

But now, after watching her quietly for a good ten minutes of fish fucking - he slips off his stool and lays down on his belly to her side, his head near hers, and starts whispering to her. We don’t catch the first couple of words, but then a boom microphone is moved closer to pick him up…

“… fish, right in your pussy… Dirty American slut… You like that, eh? You want to do that..?” He sounds both abusive and charming at the same time - taunting her, but from the look of her, it’s with something she definitely wants.

We cut to a few seconds later, she’s now up on his little fishing stool, leaning back, her legs spread out wide, and he’s between her thighs, a fish in his hands, still gasping - it’s mouth opening wide, desperate for oxygen… Helen is reaching down, around the outside of her legs and under them, gripping the back of her thighs and pulling them apart, spreading her pussy lips…

Dr James is folding and squeezing the fish’s tail and pushing that into the pink gap… Easing the fish back - and it's looking panicked as it feels flesh taking hold of it’s body, bit by bit… It’s mouth now opening even wider, like it’s trying to shout for help… A couple of centimetres wide… Wriggling a little - we can imagine its tail trashing inside her, but with nowhere to go.

Helen has brought the second fish from her clit up to her mouth and is ‘kissing’ it - letting it gasp around and suck on the tip of her tongue, which is pushed out of her sexy lips… She giggles and gasps a little.

And then the doctor is pulling his trousers down a little, pulling his cock out - it’s not particularly large, but it’s already nice and hard, and hooking the top of his pants just below his balls. He eases forward and pushes the end of his member toward the wide open, gasping mouth of the fish in Helen’s pussy… And then pushes it in, slow and careful, the fish’s mouth being pushed open wider to take it, until it can’t open any further, at which point our mics pic up a quiet, cracking and ripping noise as it’s jaw disconnects and it’s head cracks open…

Helen gasps, feeling the fish swell inside her as James’ cock slides into it… One hand reaching up under his arm, taking a handful of his shirt, the other still holding the second fish to her mouth.

He’s half a dozen strokes into her (and the fish), and he’s already beginning to struggle. She’s a hot enough woman, but the added pressure of being on camera, and using a fish as a living condom, is too much for him…

She moans as the fish sucks on the end of her tongue, the corners of her mouth twisting up into an unmistakable smile - and the combination of that sight and sound under him, leads to Dr James thrusting extra hard pushing the fish a little deeper into her snatch, splitting its head right up, and holding himself inside her… Shaking a little, typical male orgasm dumb smile on his face…

She gasps at the deeper invasion and swelling in her pussy. Whining, “Ooooohhhhh, yeeaaaass!” She’s not cumming, but she knows he is… Shooting his load into the fish in her pussy.

They hold this position for a few moments, him arched into her, shivering, her legs around him, the fish still hold to the side of her head - turning to kiss it, then lifting her head up to give the good doctor a kiss too. Then offering him the kiss, which he also kisses…

A minute later, him pulling his cock out of the dead fish in her pussy, then sitting back… We move into close up and stare at the broken chub head sticking out of her ginger cunt… Watching as she tenses her muscles, spreads her thighs, and slowly helps the fish to ease out of her… It’s like agonizing slow motion, more and more of the fish sliding slowly into view, then suddenly the rest of it slipping out on one quick slop…

Helen reaches down and grabs the fish, bringing it quickly up over her face and tipping it up like a Coke can, its yawning, broken mouth a few inches above hers… Dr James’ cum dribbling out and dropping down onto her tongue, other fluids mixed in, and as it gets thicker and darker we suspect she’s most likely getting the entire contents of it’s stomach as well… She forces herself to swallow it all, looking increasingly unwell as she goes… Breathing hard, forcing a smile for the camera.

We cut to a very brief shot - a moment later, Helen on her hands and knees, her pretty round arse in the air, big tits hanging down, as she throws us into the grass - the cum and fish gut cocktail clearly not to her taste - and then cut to a final shot of the three used fish, in various states of destruction - one with it’s gills blown out, the second with it’s jaw broken and head ripped open, the third - laid between the others, still gasping for life… And we mix through to… The same three fish, now being prepared for cooking…

A polite little dinner party, two couples - Helen and her husband, Gareth; Dr James and his wife, the unnamed nurse - all very well behaved. Helen is handling the video recording with her iPhone, laughing and joking with her friends… Dr James - a skilled surgeon, of course, is doing the prep work on the fish fillets (skin on), then placing them in a frying pan - commenting that he doesn’t need to add any seasoning or sauces because they are “pre-flavoured”… He gives a knowing wink to the camera - confirming to us that these are the chub that were used to fuck Helen - one of them being the fish that he ejaculated in whilst fucking her… Their partners will eat the fish before they know what’s going on…

We cut to the image of plates being placed on the table, and hear Helen’s smooth American accent as she films her husband and his mistress, noting that they should, “Eat up - and then I have a special video for you guys to watch…”

She turns the camera around to herself and gives a big wink - and we fade out on the happy dinner party. Unfortunately, Helen didn’t make any reaction videos for the premiere screening of her fish-fuck, we hope it went well for her.

THE END, for another week.

Series 7, Episode 4: Aiman Ali (31), from Leicester

We open on a photo of a geek sitting infront of a computer, looking into camera. Then fade through to a stunning bit of fantasy artwork - a large, muscle-bound and windswept hero - with the same face as the geek.

Then fade to another photo, a greasy haired kid trying to look tough. Fading through to a hero with Brad Pitt ‘Fight Club’ type body, and Brad Pitt ‘A River Runs Through It’ type hair blowing in the wind.

A woman’s voice, well spoken, light and friendly, with a slight east-midland’s accent, narrates - “I’ve always been into fantasy art… The possibilities are limitless… The men can be as sexy as you want them to be, and the women are always perfect, and the monsters - the beasts - can be as big and scary as you like.”

As she speaks we see more photo-to-hero conversions. This is intercut with footage of a (fully clothed) slim, black haired woman (from the back), working at an elaborate computer art desk - a large graphics tablet set infront of a couple of large monitors. We see her slender brown hands using a stylus on the tablet, drawing/painting a new image. She is in what appears to be an art studio, but is actually the converted double-garage of a family home.

“I’ve had my own studio for almost ten years now… I do fantasy artwork for books and CD covers… But I make most of my money by creating these hero images… People wanting to see themselves as heroes, or wanting to see their partners being oh-so-sexy…”

We finally come to rest on the digital image of beautiful coffee skinned warrior queen, stripped virtually naked, lean yet curvy, her long black hair draped over her shoulders… She’s standing next to a huge and scary looking ‘devil-dog’… There’s no photo next to this one… Then we fade through to see the artist herself…

Slim, tall, with that long thick black hair, dusky sub-continental looks and narrow features. We can see the warrior princess in her features - although the reality isn’t as perfect as the artwork. There’s a gold ring through her right nostril and her fashion sense suggest a modern attitude combined with a strong pride in her apparent Pakistani heritage - tight blue jeans and a perfectly fitted purple and gold designer jacket. The slightly knowing look in her eye as she talks suggests a certain attitude - she’s sexy and she knows it.

“My name is Aiman Ali. I’m 31, and I’m a fantasy artist from Leicester in the midlands…”

Then we’re watching her working at the computer again, working on the features of a huge snarling beast - part dog, part wolf, part alien. She continues in voice-over…

“I never watched bestiality videos, I just had an imagination. I grew up looking at fantasy art, and drawing my own pictures. And I was drawn, quite literally toward the monsters… When I think about sex… Even when I was a student… I wasn’t attracted to men… Or women… Only to these beasts. I’ve slept with men, but I always think of these monsters when I’m with them…”

We see more images of monsters, often posed with the warrior princess… To anyone else these would look like images of scary monsters with a beautiful woman. To us, knowing the context, we can see the sideways look from animal to human - the way her backside always seems to presented toward him - the fact that her nipples are always erect…

“I have a special fantasy of Great Danes and Mastiffs… I draw them as Devil-Dogs… Huge beasts… Too big to enjoy - you just have to give up and let them do as they please… Conquer me… Defeat me… Defile me… Put me under their spell and rape me… Make me do anything… And I would be under his spell, so I would keep coming back with my mouth open and my tongue hanging out…” She smirks. “I want to take his knot, and I don’t mind if he destroys my pussy and rips me in two in the process… What a way die!”

We finally get to see what she’s working on in full screen - a 90% completed image of one of her devil-dogs, painted to look almost as big as a horse, standing over and looking down at the helpless dark princess (with Aiman’s face, of course), who is looking back over her shoulder at him with a look of fear on her face… He isn’t fucking her yet, but he is clearly about to.

“I can never get this image right… I can’t decide between fear and lust, disgust and desire… I think I need to live it before I draw it… I want to know how it feels so I can put that in my picture. The fear and the passion, all the perverted glory of it.”

We cut to Aiman standing in the middle of the studio floor. Ready to begin.

She peels her t-shirt up over her head to reveal her naturally dark and smooth body and we see that her small boobs aren’t held by a bra. She smiles and jokes about her body. “I wish I looked more like the girls in my pictures… Sorry to disappoint you if you were expecting something more fantastic.” She’s not sorry, she’s most amused.

“I think of going to the gym and toning up, getting fake boobs to make myself look like my fantasy-self… Can you imagine if these…” She grabs her little boobs. “Looked like those…” She points at a big fantasy version of herself framed on the wall.

She doesn’t wait around for anyone to respond, unbuttoning her jeans and wriggling them down over her narrow hips and thighs. Stepping out of them, with a slight battle to get the narrow legs over her ankles. She’s wearing the tiniest pair of panties - but not for long - they come off without any ceremony. This lady is very comfortable in her own skin, and not at all shy.

Naked, dark skinned with small boobs, pointy little brown nipples, a slim belly, small bum, and near hairless pussy, she’s a very pleasing sight. She's not the muscular toned warrior princess, but she has the kind of taught, slim body that any 24 year old would be happy with... Best of all is her smile - white teeth behind thin dark lips. Friendly with just a hint of madness.

She pinches her nipples a little, pulling them then letting them snap back - making sure they are fully erect. Looking into the camera and smiling… “I want to look as turned on as I feel…” She jokes.

She looks around at the door, then back to the camera. “Will we be waiting long?”

A voice can be heard from behind camera. “Long enough for you to get properly warmed-up… Not that you look like you need it…”

Aiman smiles again, pinching a nipple with each thumb and forefinger - holding them. “I don’t need any more warming up… I feel like a bomb about to explode…”

At that moment the door to the studio opens, and we get our first sight of this week’s beast (and his owner), outlined in the doorway. It’s a tall thin man, and a big handsome Great Dane… The man, Bernard, is a smiling, friendly looking permed heavy metal fan. The dog, Dino, with his mouth slightly open and the end of his tongue hanging out, is as huge and intimidating as ever.

Aiman doesn’t appear to be worried though... She looks turned-on… “He looks like the hound of Satan!” She says, admiring the beast.

After a short pause, she walks over to him - and despite him being almost as big as her, and her being stark naked, she seems without a worry in the world. She drops down into a crouch on the floor infront of him, her knees spreading wide, and bringing both hands up to his big head, stroking his ears (which he seems to like), and saying “Hello sir… My master…” to him.

She looks up at Bernard and smiles at him too. “He’s a handsome beast… I’ve always liked him on the show… I love Great Danes, and he seems to know what he’s doing…” Then looking back to Dino and smiling at him, “Don’t you, sir? Don’t you?”

She keeps looking in the dog’s eyes as she strokes his head and neck. “Do I need to do anything special, or will he just mount me as soon as I’m in position?”

Bernard responds without much thought. “Oh, he’s pretty easy going - if you show him a pussy, he’ll fuck it…” Aiman responds to this with another smile - she clearly can’t wait.

Shifting forward onto her knees, she reaches under Dino, between his front legs, and begins to stroke his chest, then leans forward slipping her hand down to rub his belly.

“You magnificent beast…” She says, slipping into ‘character’… “Does this please you?” She leans back a little so that she can look into his dark eyes. “If I please you, you will let me live, right?”

She feels around his chest, moving lower, her hand rubbing over her belly, then beginning to work his sheath. Rubbing it, carefully taking a hold of it as the huge beast shifts around, curling his back slightly, pushing his cock forward toward her hand - he wants it… His cock beginning to grow as soon as she begins to fondle it.

There’s a fat red tip showing almost right away. Aiman tries to hide her smile, but it grows as fast as his cock. “Ohhh, you’re getting hard already… It feels good…”

We get a brief shot of Bernard as he stands back next to our crew and watches Aiman get better acquainted with his huge dog… He looks to the side and sees some of the art-work on the wall. He looks almost as impressed by this as he does by the naked Pakistani who’s fondling his canine’s cock.

When we cut back to Aiman, she is already on her hands and knees, taking up her position. One of our crew-members is kneeling beside her (his face blurred out), helping her get it right. Guiding her knees apart with a hand on the inner thigh - being very careful not touch anything he shouldn’t… Stroking her back to encourage her to lower it, pushing her little arse back and upward. Reaching over to stroke her long black hair over her shoulder so that the camera can get a clear shot of her face during the action.

We can see that the woman is no longer showing her earlier relaxed confidence - there’s no fear, but the anticipation has got the better of her, she just wants to get on with it.

Dino is hopping around her, waiting for his chance, surprisingly light on his feet for such a large animal - and the tip of his cock still showing. Clearly ready to get started… Then, as soon as he sees the opportunity, he dives in - not mounting her, but going for her cunt with his long tongue, from behind.

She gasps as his hot tongue hits the spot. She takes a sharp breath and holds it as he continues to lap at her. His tongue wider than the target as it slops over her pussy, her arse, her inner thighs, her butt-cheeks… But mainly her pussy… Digging in hard, forcing its way between her labia - tasting her juices… Then licking harder, faster… With genuine lustful hunger.

The intensity of the moment makes her work hard just to keep air in her lungs… Especially after he lets out a loud whimper of pleasure.

She loses that breath, the struggles to fill her lungs again - gasping, then squeaking/moaning/whining... “Oh my… Oooohhhh!” in a high-pitched squeak.

The Dane’s huge tongue slopping fast and non-stop in and over her pussy. Hot and wet. She’s losing control. Rocking backwards on her knees, pushing her pussy back into the dog’s face as he twists and turns to get his snout between her thighs - his nose to her arsehole - his tongue deep… And then, just as she’s about to come, he pulls away, steps forward and lurches onto her back.

Aiman lets out a loud cry, “Oh SH-IIII-ITTTT!” as he mounts her… The shock of it actually happening as much as the weight and power of him hitting her back.

His front legs fold infront of her thighs, and his big paws tuck in under her belly, his warm belly wrapping over her round behind, his chest over her shoulder blades - he dwarfs her in this position. He doesn’t care… A few staccato thrusts at her from behind and then she lets out a sudden short grunting gasp. “UURRGGGGHHHH!” - he’s in… And then the real action begins…

He starts to buck hard and fast at her - stabbing his huge cock deep into her dark flesh. She makes noises - short, sharp gasping noises - as he lurches forward… Not loud sounds of pleasure, just simply physical reactions to being hit with the weight of such a large beast, and stabbed in the pussy with such a hot and swollen cock...

Her small but beautifully formed titties jiggle under her chest. Her long dark hair hanging behind her head, positioned deliberately so that her face can be seen twisting up as she is pushed around. Hiding pain and pleasure in equal measure.

He’s pumping fast - pushing deep into her, his back arching and bending almost double as he attempts to keep hold around her hips whilst ploughing into it pussy. She’s too small for him, but he’s making the best of his opportunity… Really working her over - and the volume of her grunting, gasping and whimpering is getting louder as he hits his target over and over.

We cut to a close-up of Dino’s massive member driving in and out of Aiman’s tight little pussy… The camera moves around as our cameraman tries to avoid the dog’s big hindpaws, which stomp about as he seeks better grip on the studio floor… But he manages to keep the action in focus as that slippery, long, fat and hard shaft, slides in and out of her dark wet pussy. Driving in and out at speed, our microphones picking up the wet slapping sound even clearer from down here.

Cut to the wide angle again and we can see Dino really giving the slim girl everything he’s got. Gripping her tight, pumping hard, his chin hanging above her head. Her mouth hanging open, all her words gone as she just digs in to enjoy the fucking of her life. Enjoy maybe the wrong word… Survive, perhaps.

We linger on the scene - holding this wide angle so that we can see the sheer scale of the Great Dane over the little Pakistani… Him ramming his pelvis toward her, driving that solid cock into her, making her whole body shake. From this angle we can see his big balls hanging down and swinging around like a counter-balance to his body’s weight…

Then we cut down to the low-angle again, and look up at her pussy… Everything is pink and wet… The lips of her pussy being spread wide and squished flat against her body, cum seeping out and dripping. We watch that shiny pink and white dog cock sliding in and out of the dark flesh like a piston in a racing car, only a couple of inches in and out… From the look of her pussy and the way the flesh is being moved around, and the volume of the moans, we can tell that something big is beginning to happen inside…

We cut back to the wide-angle, then move in closer on our guest as she tosses her head back, flipping thick dark hair everywhere - no longer worried about keeping a clear line of sight for the camera… In close on her face to see the look of a woman who is right on the edge of an orgasm. Her breathing ragged and her skin drenched with a sudden sweat… If she was white she’d be turning red! She doesn’t look like the relaxed little lady we saw at the top of the show - she looks like seasoned dogwhore now… Just enjoying every short stroke and every swelling pulse, as he pumps his seed into her.

“I can feeeeeeeel hiiiiiiimmm…” She whines. “Getting biggggggggeeerrrrrrrr…” She gasps again, trying to hold herself together. “Heeeeeeeee’s too biiiiiiiigggg!”

Taking little gulps of air as the beast pushes hard at her - pushing deeper… Stretching that pussy all the way out. His knot clearly reaching full size inside her tight snatch as he comes to a halt with a last few thrusts, then holds himself there, his front paws gripping her hips tighter, his chest coming down closer to her back, his wet jowls coming to rest on her shoulder - his mouth right beside her face - blocking our view of her pretty features for a second… Until we alter our position to a front view.

Aiman is shaking… The tension is extreme… Pain and pleasure, indivisible… Then she opens her mouth, bares her teeth, doesn’t say anything - doesn’t squeal or moan, just shows all of her feelings on her face… And her body is shaking… And her nipples are visibly harder, sticking out further… Shaking… Holding her breath, then catching a big ragged breath and holding it again… Then coughing and gasping for air…

The moment lasts… The dog holding tight to her back as she bucks and writhes and shivers… Slowly returning to holding a stationary pose - and soaking up the moment, as well as his cum…

A crewmember confirms the obvious, “Did you just cum on that dog cock?” Knowing full well what the answer will be.

Aiman breaks into a little smile, and takes another break whilst nodding. “I did…” She whispers, another little spasm of pleasure shooting up her spinal cord. She looks up into the camera, looking at the viewers at home… “This devil doggy made me cum… So hard!” And then another wince. She may have cum on his huge cock and knot, but she’s also suffering from having it deep inside her…

Dino’s knot is legendary. With the possible exception of Cedric the Kamoan Mastiff, it’s the biggest on our show - and it’s rare that he gets to tie with his bitch… We can tell he’s enjoying it, because he’s not moving a muscle… And we can tell that our guest is suffering, because she too is doing everything possible to stay perfectly still… The less she moves, the less it hurts… And as good as that orgasm made her feel, she’s still suffering. Whining…

We hold on this moment for a second, slowly moving around the beast to the rear, to see his big brown arsehole and heavy balls pulsing as he shoots load after load of dirty dogspunk into this little Pakistani whore. Each pulse accompanied by a little whimper from the girl.

Then we fade through to an image of the dog’s head on her shoulder, their faces side-by-side, both breathing hard. Him panting, her gasping. They’ve been here some time…

We cut to the rear-end again, watching as the dog shuffles a little to the side, pulling the little lady with him. He steps off her, turning his body at an angle to hers, raising a hind-leg slightly and then… With a large yelp from his bitch, he suddenly pulls away from, his big cock bursting free from her pussy, a gush of cum following it out, spilling onto the floor for a second before Aiman tips over and falls to her side on the floor, curling up into a ball, one hand between her thighs, cupped over her aching pussy.

She’s recovering rather than crying. Breathing and relaxing… She looks up toward our camera and confirms that, “That was amazing… He was special… And his cock…”

She looks over at him, laid down in the corner of her studio, rolled onto his side with one hind-leg in the air, licking at his big cock and balls. Cleaning up.

She continues, “Was EVERYTHING I ever dreamed of…”

Pushing her hand against her pussy, holding it like she’s trying to stop it from falling out, she continues to look at the beast with a genuine sense of love in her eyes, and a dirty smile on her pretty face… And we fade out.

Later, Aiman sits on the chair infront of her desk, her feet up on the seat just infront of her bottom, her knees infront of her shoulders. She is wearing her “UK of Zoo” t-shirt and nothing else, so we can see see her very sloppy, pink pussy.

“So, how did it feel to fuck the Devil-Dog..?” Asks a member of the crew from off camera.

Aiman smiles, “It wasn’t what I thought it would be… I thought it would be rough and scary… I was expecting him to be evil… But he was really just an amazing fuck… He filled me with his power - but there was nothing dark about it…”

“Not what you expected… But you’re not disappointed?”

Aiman shakes her head. “Oh, no, not disappointed. I enjoyed it very much. It was very pleasurable. I thought I would have been more degraded… But I’m very happy now… I understand it now…” She looks at her computer set-up. “I have to paint...”

We cut to a mini-montage of Aiman at her computer, close ups of colours changing on her screen, ‘brush’ strokes, sweeps, pixels erased and replaced… Then finally pull back to see the full image - the perfect Princess Aiman, on hands and knees, with the Devil-Dog over her, his huge front paws/claws grasping the ground on either side of her, a look of supreme power on his face, a look of complete exhaustion, exhilaration, and total pain on hers. There’s something in the image - in the face - that really catches exactly the way she felt as Dino was knotted inside her.

THE END, for this week…

Series 7, Episode 5: Bianca Woodman (52)

We open on the kind of ugly post-modern concrete structure that was all-too-popular in the UK in the 70s and 80s. Low, oddly shaped, drab coloured. Attempts at landscaping have failed to make it look any more impressive. Light rain falls against a grey sky.

Inside, we see council workers hard at work (for the cameras), before we come to rest on one particular member of staff, walking along a corridor ahead of us, a couple of files under one arm. She’s slim, average height, with shaggy auburn hair hanging down over her shoulders.

She’s middle-aged and has certainly seen better days - her face is a little puffy and she’s wearing heavy make-up. Not unattractive, but no cover girl. Little Ms Average. She sims prim and proper, the very model of a civil servant. She wears a neat business suit, knee length skirt, blouse and jacket, everything neatly buttoned up to show off a figure that is a little pear shaped, but not overly so, and sensible heels. She does all she can to ignore the camera as she carries her files into her office - but a little look into the lens and a half-smile gives away her excited mood.

We hear her in voice-over, her accent light and polite, but with a distinct north-eastern twang. It suits her. “I’m Bianca Woodman. I’m 52, and I work for the Sunderland City Council.”

We cut to a ‘dungeon’ - actually the darkened back room of a detached home in the suburbs of Sunderland.

We pan across the walls to see various tools-of-the-trade - whips, dildos, strapon harnesses, nipple clamps, ropes, a roll of duct-tape, etc., hang from hooks on the wall, there’s a cross/wrack, and a bedframe with handcuffs attached to the bedhead… Then we come to rest on a pair of boots…

Four-inch heels, the leather right up to the thigh… We continue up and find that the woman in the boots isn’t wearing panties - but a leather harness that’s holding a 12-inch magnum black dildo… Up further to see a tight leather corset that holds her waist in ridiculously tight, and pushes her boobs right up (her pierced nipples visible over the front of the leather bodice). Her head is down so we can’t see her face, but we do see the Nazi officer’s cap ontop of her slicked down and tied back dark hair.

She looks up and viewer’s suspicions are confirmed - this is the same woman from the council offices. She speaks direct to camera, her black lipstick making her teeth look whiter than white. Now almost snarling her words, trying to sound very posh and authoritative, but not quite hiding that Sunderland accent. “I’m also Mistress B. Your most hedonistic fantasy - or your worst nightmare!”

From now on we cut back and forth between the prim and proper Bianca at her desk in the council offices, and the scary and aggressive Mistress B in her dungeon… We don’t hear any questions from behind camera, we just hear her answers.

In the basement, “I was quite young, about 15 or 16, and I was seeing an older man… And he asked me to stick my finger up his bum when I was giving him a blow-job… So I did… Then two fingers… And before he could stop me I had my whole hand up there… He loved it… He said it hurt, but he didn’t make me stop… And that was me started…”

In the office, “I’ve never been married… I think I’ve scared all my boyfriends away… Anyway - who’d want to limit themselves to just one man?”

In the basement, “I earn more money from this, than I do from my job at the council, but… Well, that place is a great way to meet new clients… I ‘see’ half the council.”

In the office, we see Bianca exchange nods with a passing gent in a suit. “I’ve no particular love for animals… But I can’t find a man brave enough to use me - I always get the upper hand… I think they see me being small and think they might hurt me… I want a lover who will treat me like I treat men… A thing of amusement…”

In the basement, “My perfect fantasy, would be to be tied up so I could do nothing to stop the dog… Then just fucked brutally… Maybe by two or three dogs… Not stopping no matter what I say…”

In the office, looking around as she says it, “It turns me on to think of all these people watching me do this on television. Only my clients know what I do in my ‘spare’ time… Everyone else here thinks I’m little miss dainty. I’m looking forward to hearing what they say when they see me in action.”

In the basement, “I’m used to pushing people’s boundaries and making them suffer… But today it’s my boundaries that will be pushed - hopefully I’ll suffer more than I’ve ever suffered before…” She smirks a little.

In the office, direct to camera, a statement rather than an answer - words that really don’t belong in this mouth. “I’m a filthy fifty-something, and I’m out to show the world what a Mackem whore can do… I think the UK of Zoo needs a shake up - to see just how perverted and dirty a dogslut can really get!”

Back to the ‘dungeon’, and Bianca is her leather bodice, removing her panties but leaving her boots and bodice on. She steps toward a special padded bondage bench and smiles as she kneels down infront of it, her knees on the special knee-rests, and bends forward so that her belly and chest are resting on the bench itself - her head through an open neck brace, hands down underneath the bench.

She asks for someone to help her… Our sound-man, Richard, is nominated and reluctantly steps forward (his face blurred out) and lets her talk him through the process of buckling leather straps from the knee rests around her lower legs, another set from the hand-rests around her wrists, and then closing the metal ring around her neck, making sure her hair doesn’t get caught in the hinge or the lock, then attaching a padlock - all of which means she can’t move more than a couple of inches. She gives it one final rattle before looking up, as best she can, to our camera and giving us a very dirty smile, before confirming, “That’s it… All good… I’m stuck… Now… Whatever I do… Don’t stop…” She gives us that smile again… And then we cut to the door of the room…

The door opens and a huge St Bernard enters, looking around - his ears and head rising when he sees that there is a woman already in position and waiting for him… He’s already off his leash and free to move as he pleases, so he heads straight to her - his big head behind her arse, nose snout between her thighs, his big tongue slopped up the gap to her pussy.

As soon as his cold nose is jammed up against the crack of her arse-cheeks, and his wide tongue begins to slop up between her thighs, our prone guest jerks forward - surprised by the quick start, but not making any attempt to escape. “Ahhhh… Mmmmm… Nice..!”

He licks at her pussy for a few seconds before stepping back and looking around at our cameras and crew. Not sure if he can mount her or not…

“Come on, boy… Fuck me…” She says, doing her best to look over her shoulder but stopped by the padlocked brace around her neck. She turns to look right into the camera that’s aimed at her face from the front, and snarls, “I’m ready to be DOG-fucked…”

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