Naughty Nymphos Knot Training UKOZ Ep 4
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“I’d rather see an overweight, toothless grandmother being fucked hard by an enthusiastic dog and loving it than see the most beautiful supermodel in the world fake it with a disinterested b**st. There is nothing that compares to a couple, woman and b**st, who are both seriously engaged in the idea of fucking each other.” – Luke Ozvik, 2019
The British government had so much legal bullshit to sort out in the aftermath of Brexit that it was inevitable that some loopholes would open up. I spotted one of them, and it was a goldmine for me.
The way they changed the censorship laws had left a lot of room for ‘educational material’, and the way they worded the laws regarding b********y meant that whilst it was i*****l to fuck a dog, it was now apparently legal for a dog to fuck you. This wasn’t deliberate, but none-the-less, that was how it was worded.
Meanwhile, the network I produced for was seeking more and more titillating and scandalous output. The wanted sex and they wanted controversy.
I pitched the show for a joke. Even in this new age I didn’t think they’d go for it. They had got great ratings with my first show, ‘I Wanna Be A Pornstar’ (in which I followed 4 English girls as they set off for California to get into the porn industry), and even bigger viewing figures for my last show, ‘Gay For Pay’, in which straight members of a studio audience were encouraged to perform homosexual acts in return for cash prizes.
This time my concept was to find women who want to have sex with a dog, interview them, then give them the chance to have sex with a dog. Film them in the act, then interview them again afterwards. I figured we could get by on the educational angle as we were going deep into the psychology of these women, who they were, why they wanted to do this, what it would mean to them, etc. I knew that no matter how carefully we edited it there was no way any network would ever put it on the air, so no sex would ever be on show… But they bought it anyway.
They told me that the women on the show should be presentable. They didn’t have to be beauty queens but we were expected to avoid what one executive described as “distractedly unattractive types”. One could ask what kind of viewer they thought would tune in to watch a show about b********y, only to turn-off when they see an unattractive woman.
We would call it “The United Kingdom of Zoo”, and we would make sure we covered the whole country. England, Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland. That’s 65 million people in total. 33 million of them women. 19 million of those between the ages of 18-60. Surveys say that 3% of women have fantasized about sex with an a****l, so that’s around 570,000 of those women between 18-60. If only 3% of those were keen to act on their fantasies you’d still have 17,100. If only 3% of those were willing to do it on camera you’d still have 513 subjects.
We went looking for them. We advertised in local classifieds, national newspapers, internet forums, and anywhere else we could think of. “Perverts wanted. Must love dogs. Apply here.” Or words to that effect. I didn’t expect to get anywhere near the 500 mark. I was hoping for a dozen at best.
We got over 250 applications!
Everything from the beautiful teenager who wanted to be on television and didn’t care what she had to do to get there, to the middle aged mother of four who had always fantasized about dogs but had never told anyone, to the newly wed bride trying to please her b********y obsessed husband.
I interviewed them all by phone or Skype, a couple came to meet me at our production office in Manchester. Married, single. Black, white. Old, young. Beautiful, ugly. Fat, thin. Christian, Muslim. Gay, straight. All points in between. It just went on and on. I couldn’t believe how many there were.
I was weeding out the dreamers and the cowards, leaving myself with the perverted and the brave, the fearless and the shameless. Women who wanted to have sex with dogs, and were willing to do it on camera; willing to work without masks or pixelated images to protect their anonymity. Maybe they weren’t the best looking group of women in the history of television, but I think we did an okay job… Most of them were pleasant enough to look at. Some were stunning. Others were not-so-hot. But all of them wanted to be there. They all had their reasons and because of that within each of them was a sense of excitement and adventure, fun and most importantly, passion. How they looked or what age they were didn’t really matter. This was all about what they wanted to do, not what they looked like. A celebration of perversion in the United Kingdom.
We also went on a dog-hunt. We were looking for experienced dogs with trustworthy owners. Big dogs, we didn’t want anyone to be disappointed. They also needed to be photogenic dogs who would ‘interest’ our audience. Preliminary market research suggested that the bigger and scarier the dog, the more likely people would watch. For the first series we found four dogs from around England and Scotland – big and powerful, strong and handsome… And ready for action.
When it came time to introduce the ladies to the dogs they would sometimes get scared, shy, or ashamed, or guilty, and not want to go through with it, and sometimes they didn’t, but most did. I wasn’t interested in the ones who didn’t. These are the stories of those who did.
I set out to tour the United Kingdom. England, Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland. I set out to meet these women, to get to know them and understand their fantasies, and to offer them a chance to fulfill their darkest desires and lose their bestial virginity to a well-trained dog so long as I could record it for broadcast on this show. I thought I’d be on the road for a couple of weeks. I had no idea we’d have so many applicants or that I’d be on the road for so long.
Layla (38 yr old tired housewife)
Dark hair to her shoulders, a pleasant pale skinned face. No make-up. She looks like she needs some sleep. She speaks direct to camera with an educated, intelligent tone to her voice.
“Hello. My name is Layla Solano. I’m a 38 year old housewife, and I’m from Oxford.”
We watch as Layla prepares breakfast for her husband, Matthew, and three teenage sons – Michael (15), Martin (14) and Mark (13). She looks pretty good for a mother of three, but is clearly run off her feet by the lazy boys. Occasionally she smiles and laughs at something that one of the boys says, but we can’t hear due to her continuing her story in voice over. When she does smile we see the beauty in her.
“I’ve spent the last 16 years either pregnant or looking after my boys. Before that I was at university studying hard. Before that I was at school trying to impress my parents. I’ve never really done anything for myself.”
Matthew declined to be interviewed for the series, but we see the boys lined up for the camera, being interviewed. They’ve been told that their mother is appearing on a BBC show about women giving up their careers to look after family.
Michael – “I’m proud of mom. She works ever so hard to look after us. She deserves a holiday from us. She’s the best mum in the world.”
Martin – “I think mom’s sad because she went to university and worked really hard but never got a good job because she was too busy with having a family and everything.”
Mark – “Mom’s awesome. She makes the best dinners and gives the best hugs. I hope she wins a prize on the show.”
Back to Layla, loading the boys up into dad’s Volvo, waving them all off on the school run. She is left standing in the driveway. She turns to face camera and with barely a look to see if the neighbors are looking, she talks directly to us again. “I don’t know where the idea came from, but I’ve known since I was a teenager that I was attracted to dogs. I’ve always fantasized about having sex with one. And today, I’m going to make my dreams come true.”
We’re taking Layla to the north-east of England for the weekend, to meet with a very special new friend…
And then we’re on a council estate in an unidentified northern town (it’s actually Gateshead, but we don’t publicize this as it was still debatable whether what we were doing was legal or not and we didn’t want our host to get in trouble).
Pablo (not his real name), our host, works for the Royal Mail. He lives with his dog in a small two bedroom council house. Unlike Layla, who’s face is shown in great detail, Pablo’s face is digitized to protect his anonymity. He speaks as little as possible – we might hear an occasional instruction or word of advice given to Layla. The house is neat but small, simply decorated, with movie posters on the walls and a huge plasma tv dominating the single living area.
Pablo’s dog is a large Rottweiler, unimaginatively named Rocky. A magnificent b**st that appears to be made of pure muscle. He looks intimidating but behaves like a cuddly toy.
There’s a knock at the door. Outside Layla smiles as the door opens and she is welcomed in. There’s a hint of nervousness in the way she looks around as she enters. She’s immediately taken by the size of Rocky. “Oh, he’s a big boy… A very big boy…” She stammers, but the wide smile on her face indicates that she’s very happy to see him.
A few minutes later, her coat is off and she’s sitting on the couch in Pablo’s living room. She’s wearing a blouse and jeans. Her hair loose and natural. She’s put on minimal make-up. Rocky is sitting on at her feet looking up at her as she rubs his chest.
What does she think of him?
“He’s a handsome boy… He’s great.”
Is she looking forward to this?
“Very much. I’ve been waiting a long time.”
Is she nervous?
“Yes, quite nervous, but it’s a good kind of nervous.”
What is it about dogsex that turns her on?
“I think it’s the taboo. It’s not the done thing. I think the idea that I’ll be at an a****l’s mercy, being used, being a total slut. I’ve always been a good girl. It will be amazing to just be wild. Really wild!”
Can she tell us again, who she is, and what she wants to do…
“My name is Layla Solano, and I want this big beautiful dog to fuck me like his bitch!”
She’s getting undressed. Seemingly more nervous about showing her body to the camera than having sex with an a****l on television. She has no need to be nervous – as she removes her blouse we see that she’s slim, her belly just a little loose, but not fat. As she peels off her jeans we see that she has fairly long, reasonably toned legs, her bum sagging just a little. Her panties come off next and we see an untrimmed but not too bushy pussy. Finally her bra comes off and her boobs, 36Cs, droop a little and have large, long nipples which are already erect and highly sensitive to the touch of her fingertips.
Pablo shows her how to take up position. Knees spread, bum in the air, boobs on the carpet, weight resting on her chest and shoulders. Her hands are both free to move around her body, and as she waits she gently massages her breasts.
Are you ready?
“I’m very very ready… Yes.”
Pablo releases Rocky and the dog immediately makes for her rear end. Licking at her pussy and making her jump. He tries to mount her but goes to one side and misses her pussy with his thrusts. Circles around and takes another run at it. Mounts her and starts hammering his cock toward her without success then stumbles away.
Layla sits up a little disappointed but still smiling.
“It’s electric…. My heart is racing just from the thought of what I’m trying to do. Knowing how close I am to doing it.”
Pablo explains to her that Rocky is often like this with a new partner. Perhaps if she arches her back a little more, sticks her pussy out further…
Layla assumes the position again, this time arching her back and spreading her knees a little further. We can see a bigger target for Rocky… And so can he.
The Rottweiler rises up behind the woman again, this time getting astride her, legs around her midriff, and pushing his cock to her pussy – then somewhere within a series of fast jerking thrusts – he’s inside her. She gasps, then gasps again as a fast, thrusting fuck begins. The dog hammering into the woman’s pussy from behind. “Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, oh fuck, oh yes…” She gasps as he furiously fucks her.
We shoot most of this from a side angle. Giving a perfect view of Layla’s boobs squashed against the floor, her slightly rounded belly, her tensed thighs, smooth curving butt – and that big nasty dog on top of her, thrusting hard at her… We stay back so that we can see the whole picture – respectable housewife being nailed doggy style by a doggy! Her turning her head to try and see the b**st, and us being able to see the look of joy and excitement on her face as he continues to smash her from behind.
The fast fucking action only lasts a short while – maybe 40 seconds at most – before he stops his thrusting and pushes himself tight up to her, grabbing her firmly and holding himself on her back. His arse and balls twitching.
She’s gasping and moaning. “I can feel him squirting inside me… Filling me up with his spunk.”
They are tied together – his big knot filling her pussy like it hasn’t been filled since giving birth. She can’t do anything but lay there under him, her fingers working her clit. Moaning and sighing with each twitch of his balls. Dog sperm filling her insides, a few drops working out of her pussy and dripping onto the floor.
Looking into camera as the dog stands over her, still stuck inside her. “It’s an amazing feeling. I feel like he ‘owns’ me. He can use me however he wants. There’s nothing I can do to stop him… It feels so… Hot. Wet and hot. His cock feels huge… And wonderful…”
After a little over ten minutes (that will be cut to less than one in the show) the dog’s knot shrinks enough to allow his cock to flop out – with a spurt of cum pouring out of her pussy and onto the carpet between her legs. She falls forward and rolls over to catch her breath – a huge smile on her face. Rocky staggers away, his massive cock bouncing and swinging away under his belly. Layla watches him go. “That’s a huuuuugggeeee cock… I didn’t know it was that big!”
She continues to masturbate as she watches him wonder away and flop on his side to ‘clean’ his own cock. She shivers from the pleasure he’s given her and she is continuing to provide herself.
Do you want to suck his cock?
“I can barely move… I’m happy just to look at it… Maybe next time…”
We fade out on her touching herself and watching the dog, then back into her sitting on the couch, bra and panties back on. Some time has passed and she’s had time to think about what she’s done. The smile isn’t quite as big.
“I think it’s beginning to sink in now… What I’ve done. What I’ve become…”
And what’s that?
“I’m officially a dogslut now, right?”
And how does that feel?
“I feel dirty… But very good. I feel like I’m a different person. Like there’s nothing I can’t do.”
Will you do this again?
“I hope so. I know my husband isn’t impressed – but he’ll come around to the idea when I tell him how much I enjoyed it.”
Any final words?
“Only that I don’t regret a thing – and I recommend this to anyone who’s watching. It’s amazing.”
Later. We watch a fully dressed Layla leaving the house and heading back to her car, waving goodbye.
A caption appears on screen to bring us up to date on Layla:
After recording the show Layla told her husband everything and he agreed to travel with her to visit Pablo and Rocky a few weeks later. They have been back once a month since then, and they have just bought her a black Labrador puppy, which she plans to train over the next few years.
Rose (23 yr old subservient wife)
Welcome to Aberdeen on the north east coast of Scotland. On the east of the city, just south of the River Don, a series of 20 story apartment blocks rise up to challenge the harsh wind that gusts in from the North Sea, no more than 400m away across a notoriously flat nature reserve.
Inside one of those tower blocks, almost at the top, in a small kitchen, we meet our next subject. She’s something of a Scottish stereotype with white than white skin, straight ginger hair, freckles across her face. She’s very slight but not at all fragile looking. Hard Scottish stock. She looks about two good meals from being a decent looking girl. She wears a big sweater, almost disappearing in it. She speaks nervously with a Scottish accent so thick that it almost needs subtitles.
“Hello, my name is Rose Wharton. I’m 23. I’m unemployed. And I’m from Aberdeen.”
There’s a much older man sitting with her, you could be forgiven for thinking he’s her father, he’s actually her husband, Danny. He’s about to turn 50.
“I didn’t have the nicest of c***dhoods. My mum was a d**ggy and a prostitute. She’s suck and fuck anyone to get her next fix. She told me several times that I was the product of a load that she should have swallowed. She always treated me like I was a problem rather than a daughter.”
Danny grips her hand, looking after her.
“I’ve got no idea who my father is, neither did my mother. She said she probably had sex with 30 men in the week she got pregnant. Danny was our neighbor when I was little. He’d come round and bring me dinner when my mother went off on a bender. Or he’d take me back to his house where it was safer. Nothing dodgy. He was always kind, never touched me or anything like that. He treated me nice. When I was about 15 I moved into his house and my mother almost had a party. No more problems… She died of an overdose a few years ago now. I don’t miss her. But Danny… Danny looked after me. He was everything a daddy should be, but I knew he wasn’t my daddy… And when I was old enough I wanted to treat him as nicely as he treated me. On my 18th birthday I got into his bed with him and gave him a blowie… And we’ve been together like that ever since.”
Can you tell us why we’re here today?
“I always told Danny that I would do anything for him. Absolutely anything. So anytime he asks me to do something, I’ll do it, whether I like the idea or not.”
What kinds of things?
“He likes to watch me have sex with other men. He likes to take me down to car parks for a wee bit of dogging with strangers, or to a pub for an after hours gangbang. There’s a lot of oil workers from the north-sea rigs go through Aberdeen and most of them have been through me at some point – I think I’ve probably shagged about 200 men for Danny… Might be a hundred more or less though, it’s hard to keep count in a gangbang.” She says all of this very matter-of-factually.
“I wanted to give Danny something special for his 50th birthday, so I told him I’d do absolutely anything he asked… And this was his idea.”
Can you tell us what that is?
“I’m going to have sex with a dog whilst everyone in the pub watches.” She doesn’t look overjoyed about this, but a promise is a promise.
Danny has a look on his face that suggests he can’t believe his luck. He gives her hand and extra firm squeeze. She looks at him and whispers, “I love you Danny” – it’s so quiet that many viewers will confuse it for “I love you Daddy”.
At their local pub a few weeks later, on Danny’s 50th birthday. It’s dark and quiet outside, but rowdy and bright within. A car pulls up in the car park and the driver gets out. He’s a short, white haired, mean looking guy, then opens the door for his passenger to jump out. His partner is a broad chested, flat faced Boxer dog.
Tonight’s ‘star’ is Bruno, a 5 year old Boxer from Glasgow. His owner is Drew, who claims that Bruno has never failed to satisfy a ‘customer’.
Inside the pub Danny is the center of attention, with several drinks in front of him. 20-25 ‘friends’ are here to share the fun. Men and women, all pretty harsh looking. Rose is the youngest and slightest here, perched on Danny’s knee, still wearing that big sweater. She looks half nervous, half in love.
Drew enters, Bruno pulling on his chain leash. “Ladies and gentlemen…” He booms in a broad Glaswegian accent, “It’s time for the main event of the evening…”
The crowd parts and whoops it up as he leads this magnificent muscled b**st to the middle of the room. “And who’s the lucky lady who gets to go up against my champion tonight?”
Danny pushes Rose up off his knee and she stands nervously in front of the dog. The crowd applauding her and cheering her on as they form a circle around this part of the pub. Everyone seeking a good vantage point.
With a little encouragement Rose peels off her sweater to reveal that she is wearing nothing under it. Her body is very slight, ribs sticking out, pale and covered all over with little orange freckles. She has small boobs with the cutest little nipples (pierced with a little gold bar through each). She pulls down her baggy tracksuit pants and her white knickers, to reveal a bony bottom and a well trimmed ginger pussy.
Drew asks that every keeps the noise down – Bruno isn’t used to performing with more than half a dozen people present. He says Bruno has never failed yet – but if the dog should fail to perform he’ll be happy to jump in and take over if she wants to get fucked by a real a****l!
There are a few words from the crowd, more restrained, but still encouraging her and commenting on the upcoming action.
Drew directs her to get to her knees and stick her ass out – tells her that Bruno will handle everything else. She should brace herself for the fuck of her life.
She assumes the position – on hands and knees, with her bony ass in the air. Bruno doesn’t need an invitation, he pulls away from Drew and starts to lick at her ass and pussy. Because there’s so little fat on her the ass and thighs, everything is well spread and the anus and vagina exposed to the dog’s tongue. She shivers as he licks her, and all of the men fall into a dead silence. This is actually happening. The whore they usually fuck on the floor is having her privates licked by a dog. And she’s moaning. She likes it.
His tongue, long and wet, hot and strong, explores the crack of her ass, slops into her pussy, soaking her and driving her toward her first ever bestial orgasm. Her head down, shivering and moaning. Looking up at Danny and managing a smile. “I love you…” She gasps between moans. One of Danny’s friends pats him on the shoulder, “Lucky bugger.”
A few minutes later, Bruno circling the skinny little waif, trying to figure out how to fuck her… The tip of his cock, just an inch of purple pink flesh, already showing. Then suddenly he’s on her and pumping at her behind, the tip of his cock suddenly becoming 3 inches of hard flesh… And then he’s in her, his big cock slipping inside and growing again… 4 inches, 5, 6… Filling her up, his powerful body bucking and fucking into her, his thighs pushing hard. Pounding her. She’s gasping and swearing, “ooh fuck-ing hell… Oooooh shiiite!” Looking at Danny as she fucks the dog for him.
Everyone seems to be moving closer – it’s hard to keep a clean camera angle, but there she is… All skin and bone and little boobs jiggling as this big b**st fucks her like she belongs to him rather than Danny. She’s his fuck-puppet. And he keeps going. Thrusting, pushing, pounding like a jackhammer at her. His front legs wrapped around her waist, his paws crosses beneath her belly. His thrusts becoming slower and more deliberate – pushing deeper. Her moans getting longer and deeper, turning almost into a growl.
“Fucking whore’s enjoying it Danny…” Shouts one of the women in the crowd.
“Yer only jealous…” Replies Rose through the gasps.
Bruno ties into her and she’s suddenly in pain, but she rides it out. Danny telling her she looks amazing… Proud of his little girl.
The two of them are locked there. His cock filling her cunt. Her with her head down, exhausted, in pain but enjoying it. Occasionally looking up to make sure Danny is still watching. He’s transfixed. Some of the crowd moving closer, crouching down to get a better look – a close up of the cock stretching her pussy out. Someone comments on the dog’s arse twitching. Drew points out that every twitch is another squirt of dogspunk into Rose’s little belly.
Bruno begins to lose interest – he figures his job is done and he deserves a rest. He begins to pull away, but his knot is too big to free itself from Rose’s pussy. She is forced to crawl backwards and sideways to avoid injury. Crying out the whole time, “Owwwwwwww… Noooooooo…. Stay! Stay!!”
She can’t stop him though, his knot twists and turns and he works it out of her pussy. One of the crowd reaches in quickly with a glass from behind the bar – puts it under Rose’s pussy and catches a good double measure of dog cum as it spills out. Rose shivers as her body recovers, then she slowly straightens up, still on her knees, but upright. The crowd gives her a round of applause. More cum dribbles from her pussy into the glass.
The glass is passed to her. “What am I supposed to do with this?”
“Drink it” says Danny.
“I’m no drinking dog spunk… I’ll pour it on my tits if you want… Rub it in for ye.”
“No, I want you to drink it, babe.” He implores. “For yer Daddy…”
She rolls her eyes a little, then brings the glass to her lips, turns her nose up at the smell, then drinks it all down in one go. Swallowing it as fast as she can – looking disgusted by the taste. Wiping her chin off afterwards.
Afterwards, she sits naked on Danny’s knee, it looks like humiliation has begin to settle in. She wipes an occasional tear from her face and tries to look happy. Danny thanks her for making his birthday special.
How was it?
“I almost came when he was licking me… And the actual fucking was very nice, when he was really pounding me… But the knot was too big and hurt a lot. I don’t mind a bit of pain, but that was more than I like.”
Would you do it again in the future?
She doesn’t answer, instead she looks at Danny to answer for her. “Aye, I’d like to see her go again with a different kind of dog, or maybe something else.”
“Maybe something with a smaller cock.” She suggests with a half smile. “I wouldn’t mind that.”
Caption: Since the show Danny and Rose have continued in marital bliss. For their upcoming wedding anniversary Danny has arranged for the local pig farmer to bring his prize boar to the pub. Rose claims to be looking forward to it.
Glenda (50 yr old Irish nutjob)
The beautiful scenic views of the Irish countryside. We’re on the hills outside Londonderry in the north west of Northern Ireland. It’s warm and sunny, but a wind is whipping across the open countryside and causing us a few problems with our sound.
It’s also causing a few problems for our latest subject. Her long blonde hair being flipped across her face. She’s middle aged but in good shape, her make-up is a little overdone, particularly her fire-engine-red lipstick. She speaks with a strong Northern Irish accent, pleasant and clear, and very easy to understand, and she constantly has a look on her face that suggests she’s about to jump on you.
“I’m Glenda Kelly. I work here at the (bleeped out at the hotel’s request) resort just outside Londonderry in beautiful Northern Ireland. I’m 50 years young, and I’m a basket case full of fun!”
We watch Glenda at work – talking to staff and guests at the hotel as she organizes the kitchen and dining room for the day ahead. She’s got a lot of energy and she clearly thinks she is the life of the party – even when there’s no party. Occasionally we cut back to Glenda talking direct to camera in the foyer of the hotel, huge smile. The whole time Glenda is saying her monologue over the top.
“I suppose you could say that I’m a little larger than life. I like taking charge. I like to organize people and things. Some people say I’m a control freak – some just say I’m a freak… (she laughs at her own comment)… I’m 50 years young and I’ve never had a relationship that lasted more than a few months. Some people might think that’s sad but I don’t mind. I like meeting new people and if they don’t love me that’s not my problem. I don’t want to just settle for someone who can tolerate me – I want to be with someone who wants to be around me…”
Her workmates think that she is appearing on a BBC documentary about single women looking for love – which is true, sort of. They offer differing opinions.
“She’s hard work.”
“I can’t imagine anyone being able to put up with her personality.”
“She’s got a lot of energy – she’d need a very ‘energetic’ partner.”
“I think she’s looking for love in the wrong places… I don’t think she needs a man… She doesn’t vibe that way to me… I think she’s maybe a lesbian and perhaps doesn’t even know it. I definitely think she doesn’t like men though.”
And back to Glenda, for just a second she hasn’t got a wide smile on her face. Contemplating. “All my life I’ve been looking for someone special, but the only love I’ve ever really had – real, unconditional love – is from my dog, Sally. She’s always happy to listen to me talking, or to go for a walk, or to jump on the bed and cuddle up at night.” She looks around to make sure no-one can hear her. “I know this show is for doggy virgins – but is it alright if I admit that I’ve let Sally lick me? It’s amazing, I let her do it all the time. Pretty much every evening. No man can match that. If only she had a cock!”
Have you often thought about having sex with a dog?
“Yes. Since I started letting her lick me it’s the only fantasy I have. To be on my knees, being dominated by something that doesn’t care what I say or who I am.”
How would you react if I told you that we’ve talked to the resort manager and arranged a few days off for you… (she smiles)… So that you can come with us to the mainland – and we can introduce you to a particularly friend dog… (the smile grows)… Who has been trained to give you the pleasure you dream of.
“That would be my dream come true. Yes… Yes please. That would be AM-AZE-ING, oh my God.”
We’re in a car, driving from Manchester airport up to Oldham. Glenda is on one of her monologues, full of energy and gestures.
“I wasn’t sure if I should admit this. But one time I was dating a guy who had a dog, and every time I was left alone with it I would feel it up. Sometimes he’d come back into the room and the dog would have a half-boner and I’d have to act shocked rather than excited… One time I managed to lick the dog’s balls before he came back… If he’d stayed out another 5 minutes I would have started sucking the dog’s cock. I’ve always wanted to do that.”
“I’ve probably felt up half a dozen dogs over the years but I’ve never had the chance to take it further. I think if I’d told the guys who owned them they might have let me do it. It might even have helped the relationship last, but I never felt comfortable telling any of them. Imagine being rejected for being too slutty… I couldn’t handle that.”
When you sent in your application, can you remember what you wrote in the additional comments section?
“Yes… Yes, I remember that. I said, I’d love to be on your show and to have sex with a big dog. A a Great Dane or a Rottweiler or an Alsatian…”
We arrive in Chadderton in Oldham and turn onto a nice street of semi-detached home. Three bedroom houses with small gardens to front and to the rear. We count the numbers to the right house and turn onto a short driveway. We’re greeted by Kevin, a middle aged, bespectacled accountant, and behind him, peering out of the front bay window, the hairy figure of Vader the Alsatian. Glenda spots Vader immediately. “It’s an Alsatian! I fucking LOVE Alsatians! They’re so sexy!” Inside the house we can see Vader is wagging his tail – he can sense that Glenda is there for him and it looks like he likes her as much as she likes him.
Glenda greets Kevin, thanking him for letting her play with his dog… Then she’s straight inside to say hello to Vader. By the time we’re there with the cameras she’s already sat on the floor with her long legs stretched out in a V – with Vader sat in front of her, between her thighs, as she hugs him and fusses over him. She looks round at us as we enter, huge toothy smile – she SO happy to be here.
Do we need to ask if you’re happy?
“Honestly, this is the perfect dog for me. If I could have picked any dog, I would have picked this one. He’s gorgeous!” She says before returning to hugging the hairy b**st. He in turn seems happy to be fussed over. Panting and pawing at the mad blonde lady as she pants and paws at him.
So if tonight is a success, will it change your life?
“Absolutely 100 %. If this is as much fun as I hope I’ll be getting a dog of my own and I’ll swear off men for good!”
She’s on her feet undressing to reveal small tits and a surprisingly flat stomach, well trimmed pussy, strong looking legs…
“I use the gym at the resort every day. It’s so important to stay in shape – keeps the men looking… Do dogs care? I don’t think they do, but the better shape I’m in, the more fun I can have with them, right? He looks in excellent shape. I bet he can fuck all night… I hope he can!”
A few minutes later, she’s on her knees, Vader on his side next to her. She’s jerking his cock in its sheath, working on building an erection. Kevin offers a few words of advice, ‘jerk it faster’, ‘stop when it’s about an inch out’, ‘you can give it a little suck if you like’
This last comment, delivered with the tip appears, produces another big smile from Glenda. “I thought you’d never say that… I can’t wait for this. To taste it…” And suddenly she’s bent over the a****l, her head against his belly. We can’t quite see what she’s doing, but it’s obvious enough from her moans. She sounds like she’s eating the greatest confectionery of all time. “Oh, my God, that’s an amazing feeling…” And back to sucking…
Don’t let him get too big or hard – you’ll never get him to fuck you…
She assumes the position, on hands and knees, and slaps her arse – calling for Vader to “Come and fuck me, big boy…”
Vader doesn’t take too much tempting – he’s over to her and trying to mount almost right away. It takes him a few attempts before he manages to get astride her back, then a few more tries before his cock gets anywhere near her glistening pussy. She get a bit frustrated. “How hard is it to just fuck a pussy that wants to be fucked?”
Finally, with a little help from Kevin, Vader hits his mark – as soon as he feels pussy wrapped around his cock he’s off like a hundred yard dash. Fast and hard, pumping like a maniac. His hind legs scratching at her thighs and he tries to get deeper and deeper inside her wet human pussy. She’s moaning and swearing from the first thrust. Calling on him to “Fuck my tight pussy…. Fuck my cunt…. Oh yeah… Oh yes, that’s it… Like that… Right there… Keep going… Keep going…”
Less than a minute and she’s cumming hard. Screaming it out. “I’m cumming, oh my fucking God I’m cumming…” She straightens her back and comes upright, squeezing her tits as she comes up. This pushes Vader away and he staggers around the room with a huge 9” boner bouncing between his legs.
As soon as Glenda has stopped shaking and realized that she’s forced the dog away, she resumes the position and pats her ass again. “Come on boy, let’s have another… Come and get yours…”
He mounts her again with ease, but getting his hard cock in her is going to be impossible for him by himself. This time it’s Glenda who reaches back between her own thighs to take hold of his meat and guide it into hers.
Once again, he fucks her hard as soon as he feels her wrapped around his fat cock. As he fucks her, she talks dirty to him, like he would understand. “Fuck me like a bitch… I’m your bitch… Yes I am… I am your bitch… Just a dirty fucking bitch for you to fuck…”
This time Vader ties into her before she can cum… But his huge knot in her pussy, throbbing and squirting jism shots into her, is enough to send her to another climax. This time straightening up doesn’t push Vader away, it just leads to him turning around and going butt-to-butt. She squeals in pain as he moves, then settles down to catch her breath – the dog still locked in her cunt.
It’s an interesting site to say the least. This 50 year old woman in great condition, ass-to-ass with this very hairy dog. Joined together by nine inches of his cock and a knot the size of a large orange buried within her pussy. The sweat flesh of her back and her ass is covered with dog hairs. They are locked her like this for several minutes – her breathing hard and talking to him throughout. “Is that nice? Do you like my pussy? I like your cock… I LOVE your cock…”
Once Vader has finished filling her with his spunk he pulls free and wonders away. She turns around and crawls after him, around the room, talking to him about how much she wants to suck his doggy cocky… He sits on the floor and starts licking himself. “You’re doing my job, Vader… Bad doggy… Sucking that tool clean is my job…”
And then she takes over – and as his cock fills her mouth she’s finally quiet for the first time since we met her. Although between sucks she tells us how nasty it tastes – how disgusting it is… Then goes back to sucking. Gently fondling his balls as she sucks and licks his cock. This time we can see clearly what’s going on – her taking his pinky-purple cock deep into her mouth, her lips closed around it, her eyes closed. Smiling around that cock every time she opens her eyes and remembers the camera is there.
Finally, she’s curled up on the floor around the dog – her small boobs against his spine. Her arms around his big hairy neck, rubbing her pussy against where his tail meets his back. He’s fucked. Panting hard, his tongue hanging out. She still using him for her pleasure – and covering her swety body in yet more of his loose hairs.
“You’re amazing. I want you all to myself. I love you.” Then to camera, “I think I really love him… Can I buy him? I never want to leave him.”
She means it. One fuck and she’s truly deeply in love with this a****l. We’re getting another indication of why she can’t keep a man. She’s full on. All or nothing. There’s no such thing as a one-night-stand, she’s ultra-possessive.
Kevin tells her she’s welcome to come back any time she pleases. She asks if she can move in. Does he have a spare room. Is he married? He says she can’t, he doesn’t, and he isn’t. She’s most disappointed.
Standing outside. Fully dressed and looking a little sad, we say goodbye to Glenda.
Was it everything you imagined it would be?
“It was everything and more… I’ve never had such an intense experience in my life. It was amazing.”
Do you worry that people might think you’re strange when they see this?
“Everyone who knows me knows that I’m strange… But they’ve probably think I’m even stranger now.”
What did you think of Vader?
“He was amazing. He knew what he was doing. It was like every time I wanted him to change angle or speed, he did. I think we connected on a psychic level. I think we’re meant to be together.”
The catch-up caption appears to let us know that Glenda returned to Londonderry but was released from her position at the resort the day the show went out. She has since moved to Oldham and visits Vader regularly.
Unitedkingdomofzoo.home.blog
The British government had so much legal bullshit to sort out in the aftermath of Brexit that it was inevitable that some loopholes would open up. I spotted one of them, and it was a goldmine for me.
The way they changed the censorship laws had left a lot of room for ‘educational material’, and the way they worded the laws regarding b********y meant that whilst it was i*****l to fuck a dog, it was now apparently legal for a dog to fuck you. This wasn’t deliberate, but none-the-less, that was how it was worded.
Meanwhile, the network I produced for was seeking more and more titillating and scandalous output. The wanted sex and they wanted controversy.
I pitched the show for a joke. Even in this new age I didn’t think they’d go for it. They had got great ratings with my first show, ‘I Wanna Be A Pornstar’ (in which I followed 4 English girls as they set off for California to get into the porn industry), and even bigger viewing figures for my last show, ‘Gay For Pay’, in which straight members of a studio audience were encouraged to perform homosexual acts in return for cash prizes.
This time my concept was to find women who want to have sex with a dog, interview them, then give them the chance to have sex with a dog. Film them in the act, then interview them again afterwards. I figured we could get by on the educational angle as we were going deep into the psychology of these women, who they were, why they wanted to do this, what it would mean to them, etc. I knew that no matter how carefully we edited it there was no way any network would ever put it on the air, so no sex would ever be on show… But they bought it anyway.
They told me that the women on the show should be presentable. They didn’t have to be beauty queens but we were expected to avoid what one executive described as “distractedly unattractive types”. One could ask what kind of viewer they thought would tune in to watch a show about b********y, only to turn-off when they see an unattractive woman.
We would call it “The United Kingdom of Zoo”, and we would make sure we covered the whole country. England, Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland. That’s 65 million people in total. 33 million of them women. 19 million of those between the ages of 18-60. Surveys say that 3% of women have fantasized about sex with an a****l, so that’s around 570,000 of those women between 18-60. If only 3% of those were keen to act on their fantasies you’d still have 17,100. If only 3% of those were willing to do it on camera you’d still have 513 subjects.
We went looking for them. We advertised in local classifieds, national newspapers, internet forums, and anywhere else we could think of. “Perverts wanted. Must love dogs. Apply here.” Or words to that effect. I didn’t expect to get anywhere near the 500 mark. I was hoping for a dozen at best.
We got over 250 applications!
Everything from the beautiful teenager who wanted to be on television and didn’t care what she had to do to get there, to the middle aged mother of four who had always fantasized about dogs but had never told anyone, to the newly wed bride trying to please her b********y obsessed husband.
I interviewed them all by phone or Skype, a couple came to meet me at our production office in Manchester. Married, single. Black, white. Old, young. Beautiful, ugly. Fat, thin. Christian, Muslim. Gay, straight. All points in between. It just went on and on. I couldn’t believe how many there were.
I was weeding out the dreamers and the cowards, leaving myself with the perverted and the brave, the fearless and the shameless. Women who wanted to have sex with dogs, and were willing to do it on camera; willing to work without masks or pixelated images to protect their anonymity. Maybe they weren’t the best looking group of women in the history of television, but I think we did an okay job… Most of them were pleasant enough to look at. Some were stunning. Others were not-so-hot. But all of them wanted to be there. They all had their reasons and because of that within each of them was a sense of excitement and adventure, fun and most importantly, passion. How they looked or what age they were didn’t really matter. This was all about what they wanted to do, not what they looked like. A celebration of perversion in the United Kingdom.
We also went on a dog-hunt. We were looking for experienced dogs with trustworthy owners. Big dogs, we didn’t want anyone to be disappointed. They also needed to be photogenic dogs who would ‘interest’ our audience. Preliminary market research suggested that the bigger and scarier the dog, the more likely people would watch. For the first series we found four dogs from around England and Scotland – big and powerful, strong and handsome… And ready for action.
When it came time to introduce the ladies to the dogs they would sometimes get scared, shy, or ashamed, or guilty, and not want to go through with it, and sometimes they didn’t, but most did. I wasn’t interested in the ones who didn’t. These are the stories of those who did.
I set out to tour the United Kingdom. England, Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland. I set out to meet these women, to get to know them and understand their fantasies, and to offer them a chance to fulfill their darkest desires and lose their bestial virginity to a well-trained dog so long as I could record it for broadcast on this show. I thought I’d be on the road for a couple of weeks. I had no idea we’d have so many applicants or that I’d be on the road for so long.
Layla (38 yr old tired housewife)
Dark hair to her shoulders, a pleasant pale skinned face. No make-up. She looks like she needs some sleep. She speaks direct to camera with an educated, intelligent tone to her voice.
“Hello. My name is Layla Solano. I’m a 38 year old housewife, and I’m from Oxford.”
We watch as Layla prepares breakfast for her husband, Matthew, and three teenage sons – Michael (15), Martin (14) and Mark (13). She looks pretty good for a mother of three, but is clearly run off her feet by the lazy boys. Occasionally she smiles and laughs at something that one of the boys says, but we can’t hear due to her continuing her story in voice over. When she does smile we see the beauty in her.
“I’ve spent the last 16 years either pregnant or looking after my boys. Before that I was at university studying hard. Before that I was at school trying to impress my parents. I’ve never really done anything for myself.”
Matthew declined to be interviewed for the series, but we see the boys lined up for the camera, being interviewed. They’ve been told that their mother is appearing on a BBC show about women giving up their careers to look after family.
Michael – “I’m proud of mom. She works ever so hard to look after us. She deserves a holiday from us. She’s the best mum in the world.”
Martin – “I think mom’s sad because she went to university and worked really hard but never got a good job because she was too busy with having a family and everything.”
Mark – “Mom’s awesome. She makes the best dinners and gives the best hugs. I hope she wins a prize on the show.”
Back to Layla, loading the boys up into dad’s Volvo, waving them all off on the school run. She is left standing in the driveway. She turns to face camera and with barely a look to see if the neighbors are looking, she talks directly to us again. “I don’t know where the idea came from, but I’ve known since I was a teenager that I was attracted to dogs. I’ve always fantasized about having sex with one. And today, I’m going to make my dreams come true.”
We’re taking Layla to the north-east of England for the weekend, to meet with a very special new friend…
And then we’re on a council estate in an unidentified northern town (it’s actually Gateshead, but we don’t publicize this as it was still debatable whether what we were doing was legal or not and we didn’t want our host to get in trouble).
Pablo (not his real name), our host, works for the Royal Mail. He lives with his dog in a small two bedroom council house. Unlike Layla, who’s face is shown in great detail, Pablo’s face is digitized to protect his anonymity. He speaks as little as possible – we might hear an occasional instruction or word of advice given to Layla. The house is neat but small, simply decorated, with movie posters on the walls and a huge plasma tv dominating the single living area.
Pablo’s dog is a large Rottweiler, unimaginatively named Rocky. A magnificent b**st that appears to be made of pure muscle. He looks intimidating but behaves like a cuddly toy.
There’s a knock at the door. Outside Layla smiles as the door opens and she is welcomed in. There’s a hint of nervousness in the way she looks around as she enters. She’s immediately taken by the size of Rocky. “Oh, he’s a big boy… A very big boy…” She stammers, but the wide smile on her face indicates that she’s very happy to see him.
A few minutes later, her coat is off and she’s sitting on the couch in Pablo’s living room. She’s wearing a blouse and jeans. Her hair loose and natural. She’s put on minimal make-up. Rocky is sitting on at her feet looking up at her as she rubs his chest.
What does she think of him?
“He’s a handsome boy… He’s great.”
Is she looking forward to this?
“Very much. I’ve been waiting a long time.”
Is she nervous?
“Yes, quite nervous, but it’s a good kind of nervous.”
What is it about dogsex that turns her on?
“I think it’s the taboo. It’s not the done thing. I think the idea that I’ll be at an a****l’s mercy, being used, being a total slut. I’ve always been a good girl. It will be amazing to just be wild. Really wild!”
Can she tell us again, who she is, and what she wants to do…
“My name is Layla Solano, and I want this big beautiful dog to fuck me like his bitch!”
She’s getting undressed. Seemingly more nervous about showing her body to the camera than having sex with an a****l on television. She has no need to be nervous – as she removes her blouse we see that she’s slim, her belly just a little loose, but not fat. As she peels off her jeans we see that she has fairly long, reasonably toned legs, her bum sagging just a little. Her panties come off next and we see an untrimmed but not too bushy pussy. Finally her bra comes off and her boobs, 36Cs, droop a little and have large, long nipples which are already erect and highly sensitive to the touch of her fingertips.
Pablo shows her how to take up position. Knees spread, bum in the air, boobs on the carpet, weight resting on her chest and shoulders. Her hands are both free to move around her body, and as she waits she gently massages her breasts.
Are you ready?
“I’m very very ready… Yes.”
Pablo releases Rocky and the dog immediately makes for her rear end. Licking at her pussy and making her jump. He tries to mount her but goes to one side and misses her pussy with his thrusts. Circles around and takes another run at it. Mounts her and starts hammering his cock toward her without success then stumbles away.
Layla sits up a little disappointed but still smiling.
“It’s electric…. My heart is racing just from the thought of what I’m trying to do. Knowing how close I am to doing it.”
Pablo explains to her that Rocky is often like this with a new partner. Perhaps if she arches her back a little more, sticks her pussy out further…
Layla assumes the position again, this time arching her back and spreading her knees a little further. We can see a bigger target for Rocky… And so can he.
The Rottweiler rises up behind the woman again, this time getting astride her, legs around her midriff, and pushing his cock to her pussy – then somewhere within a series of fast jerking thrusts – he’s inside her. She gasps, then gasps again as a fast, thrusting fuck begins. The dog hammering into the woman’s pussy from behind. “Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, oh fuck, oh yes…” She gasps as he furiously fucks her.
We shoot most of this from a side angle. Giving a perfect view of Layla’s boobs squashed against the floor, her slightly rounded belly, her tensed thighs, smooth curving butt – and that big nasty dog on top of her, thrusting hard at her… We stay back so that we can see the whole picture – respectable housewife being nailed doggy style by a doggy! Her turning her head to try and see the b**st, and us being able to see the look of joy and excitement on her face as he continues to smash her from behind.
The fast fucking action only lasts a short while – maybe 40 seconds at most – before he stops his thrusting and pushes himself tight up to her, grabbing her firmly and holding himself on her back. His arse and balls twitching.
She’s gasping and moaning. “I can feel him squirting inside me… Filling me up with his spunk.”
They are tied together – his big knot filling her pussy like it hasn’t been filled since giving birth. She can’t do anything but lay there under him, her fingers working her clit. Moaning and sighing with each twitch of his balls. Dog sperm filling her insides, a few drops working out of her pussy and dripping onto the floor.
Looking into camera as the dog stands over her, still stuck inside her. “It’s an amazing feeling. I feel like he ‘owns’ me. He can use me however he wants. There’s nothing I can do to stop him… It feels so… Hot. Wet and hot. His cock feels huge… And wonderful…”
After a little over ten minutes (that will be cut to less than one in the show) the dog’s knot shrinks enough to allow his cock to flop out – with a spurt of cum pouring out of her pussy and onto the carpet between her legs. She falls forward and rolls over to catch her breath – a huge smile on her face. Rocky staggers away, his massive cock bouncing and swinging away under his belly. Layla watches him go. “That’s a huuuuugggeeee cock… I didn’t know it was that big!”
She continues to masturbate as she watches him wonder away and flop on his side to ‘clean’ his own cock. She shivers from the pleasure he’s given her and she is continuing to provide herself.
Do you want to suck his cock?
“I can barely move… I’m happy just to look at it… Maybe next time…”
We fade out on her touching herself and watching the dog, then back into her sitting on the couch, bra and panties back on. Some time has passed and she’s had time to think about what she’s done. The smile isn’t quite as big.
“I think it’s beginning to sink in now… What I’ve done. What I’ve become…”
And what’s that?
“I’m officially a dogslut now, right?”
And how does that feel?
“I feel dirty… But very good. I feel like I’m a different person. Like there’s nothing I can’t do.”
Will you do this again?
“I hope so. I know my husband isn’t impressed – but he’ll come around to the idea when I tell him how much I enjoyed it.”
Any final words?
“Only that I don’t regret a thing – and I recommend this to anyone who’s watching. It’s amazing.”
Later. We watch a fully dressed Layla leaving the house and heading back to her car, waving goodbye.
A caption appears on screen to bring us up to date on Layla:
After recording the show Layla told her husband everything and he agreed to travel with her to visit Pablo and Rocky a few weeks later. They have been back once a month since then, and they have just bought her a black Labrador puppy, which she plans to train over the next few years.
Rose (23 yr old subservient wife)
Welcome to Aberdeen on the north east coast of Scotland. On the east of the city, just south of the River Don, a series of 20 story apartment blocks rise up to challenge the harsh wind that gusts in from the North Sea, no more than 400m away across a notoriously flat nature reserve.
Inside one of those tower blocks, almost at the top, in a small kitchen, we meet our next subject. She’s something of a Scottish stereotype with white than white skin, straight ginger hair, freckles across her face. She’s very slight but not at all fragile looking. Hard Scottish stock. She looks about two good meals from being a decent looking girl. She wears a big sweater, almost disappearing in it. She speaks nervously with a Scottish accent so thick that it almost needs subtitles.
“Hello, my name is Rose Wharton. I’m 23. I’m unemployed. And I’m from Aberdeen.”
There’s a much older man sitting with her, you could be forgiven for thinking he’s her father, he’s actually her husband, Danny. He’s about to turn 50.
“I didn’t have the nicest of c***dhoods. My mum was a d**ggy and a prostitute. She’s suck and fuck anyone to get her next fix. She told me several times that I was the product of a load that she should have swallowed. She always treated me like I was a problem rather than a daughter.”
Danny grips her hand, looking after her.
“I’ve got no idea who my father is, neither did my mother. She said she probably had sex with 30 men in the week she got pregnant. Danny was our neighbor when I was little. He’d come round and bring me dinner when my mother went off on a bender. Or he’d take me back to his house where it was safer. Nothing dodgy. He was always kind, never touched me or anything like that. He treated me nice. When I was about 15 I moved into his house and my mother almost had a party. No more problems… She died of an overdose a few years ago now. I don’t miss her. But Danny… Danny looked after me. He was everything a daddy should be, but I knew he wasn’t my daddy… And when I was old enough I wanted to treat him as nicely as he treated me. On my 18th birthday I got into his bed with him and gave him a blowie… And we’ve been together like that ever since.”
Can you tell us why we’re here today?
“I always told Danny that I would do anything for him. Absolutely anything. So anytime he asks me to do something, I’ll do it, whether I like the idea or not.”
What kinds of things?
“He likes to watch me have sex with other men. He likes to take me down to car parks for a wee bit of dogging with strangers, or to a pub for an after hours gangbang. There’s a lot of oil workers from the north-sea rigs go through Aberdeen and most of them have been through me at some point – I think I’ve probably shagged about 200 men for Danny… Might be a hundred more or less though, it’s hard to keep count in a gangbang.” She says all of this very matter-of-factually.
“I wanted to give Danny something special for his 50th birthday, so I told him I’d do absolutely anything he asked… And this was his idea.”
Can you tell us what that is?
“I’m going to have sex with a dog whilst everyone in the pub watches.” She doesn’t look overjoyed about this, but a promise is a promise.
Danny has a look on his face that suggests he can’t believe his luck. He gives her hand and extra firm squeeze. She looks at him and whispers, “I love you Danny” – it’s so quiet that many viewers will confuse it for “I love you Daddy”.
At their local pub a few weeks later, on Danny’s 50th birthday. It’s dark and quiet outside, but rowdy and bright within. A car pulls up in the car park and the driver gets out. He’s a short, white haired, mean looking guy, then opens the door for his passenger to jump out. His partner is a broad chested, flat faced Boxer dog.
Tonight’s ‘star’ is Bruno, a 5 year old Boxer from Glasgow. His owner is Drew, who claims that Bruno has never failed to satisfy a ‘customer’.
Inside the pub Danny is the center of attention, with several drinks in front of him. 20-25 ‘friends’ are here to share the fun. Men and women, all pretty harsh looking. Rose is the youngest and slightest here, perched on Danny’s knee, still wearing that big sweater. She looks half nervous, half in love.
Drew enters, Bruno pulling on his chain leash. “Ladies and gentlemen…” He booms in a broad Glaswegian accent, “It’s time for the main event of the evening…”
The crowd parts and whoops it up as he leads this magnificent muscled b**st to the middle of the room. “And who’s the lucky lady who gets to go up against my champion tonight?”
Danny pushes Rose up off his knee and she stands nervously in front of the dog. The crowd applauding her and cheering her on as they form a circle around this part of the pub. Everyone seeking a good vantage point.
With a little encouragement Rose peels off her sweater to reveal that she is wearing nothing under it. Her body is very slight, ribs sticking out, pale and covered all over with little orange freckles. She has small boobs with the cutest little nipples (pierced with a little gold bar through each). She pulls down her baggy tracksuit pants and her white knickers, to reveal a bony bottom and a well trimmed ginger pussy.
Drew asks that every keeps the noise down – Bruno isn’t used to performing with more than half a dozen people present. He says Bruno has never failed yet – but if the dog should fail to perform he’ll be happy to jump in and take over if she wants to get fucked by a real a****l!
There are a few words from the crowd, more restrained, but still encouraging her and commenting on the upcoming action.
Drew directs her to get to her knees and stick her ass out – tells her that Bruno will handle everything else. She should brace herself for the fuck of her life.
She assumes the position – on hands and knees, with her bony ass in the air. Bruno doesn’t need an invitation, he pulls away from Drew and starts to lick at her ass and pussy. Because there’s so little fat on her the ass and thighs, everything is well spread and the anus and vagina exposed to the dog’s tongue. She shivers as he licks her, and all of the men fall into a dead silence. This is actually happening. The whore they usually fuck on the floor is having her privates licked by a dog. And she’s moaning. She likes it.
His tongue, long and wet, hot and strong, explores the crack of her ass, slops into her pussy, soaking her and driving her toward her first ever bestial orgasm. Her head down, shivering and moaning. Looking up at Danny and managing a smile. “I love you…” She gasps between moans. One of Danny’s friends pats him on the shoulder, “Lucky bugger.”
A few minutes later, Bruno circling the skinny little waif, trying to figure out how to fuck her… The tip of his cock, just an inch of purple pink flesh, already showing. Then suddenly he’s on her and pumping at her behind, the tip of his cock suddenly becoming 3 inches of hard flesh… And then he’s in her, his big cock slipping inside and growing again… 4 inches, 5, 6… Filling her up, his powerful body bucking and fucking into her, his thighs pushing hard. Pounding her. She’s gasping and swearing, “ooh fuck-ing hell… Oooooh shiiite!” Looking at Danny as she fucks the dog for him.
Everyone seems to be moving closer – it’s hard to keep a clean camera angle, but there she is… All skin and bone and little boobs jiggling as this big b**st fucks her like she belongs to him rather than Danny. She’s his fuck-puppet. And he keeps going. Thrusting, pushing, pounding like a jackhammer at her. His front legs wrapped around her waist, his paws crosses beneath her belly. His thrusts becoming slower and more deliberate – pushing deeper. Her moans getting longer and deeper, turning almost into a growl.
“Fucking whore’s enjoying it Danny…” Shouts one of the women in the crowd.
“Yer only jealous…” Replies Rose through the gasps.
Bruno ties into her and she’s suddenly in pain, but she rides it out. Danny telling her she looks amazing… Proud of his little girl.
The two of them are locked there. His cock filling her cunt. Her with her head down, exhausted, in pain but enjoying it. Occasionally looking up to make sure Danny is still watching. He’s transfixed. Some of the crowd moving closer, crouching down to get a better look – a close up of the cock stretching her pussy out. Someone comments on the dog’s arse twitching. Drew points out that every twitch is another squirt of dogspunk into Rose’s little belly.
Bruno begins to lose interest – he figures his job is done and he deserves a rest. He begins to pull away, but his knot is too big to free itself from Rose’s pussy. She is forced to crawl backwards and sideways to avoid injury. Crying out the whole time, “Owwwwwwww… Noooooooo…. Stay! Stay!!”
She can’t stop him though, his knot twists and turns and he works it out of her pussy. One of the crowd reaches in quickly with a glass from behind the bar – puts it under Rose’s pussy and catches a good double measure of dog cum as it spills out. Rose shivers as her body recovers, then she slowly straightens up, still on her knees, but upright. The crowd gives her a round of applause. More cum dribbles from her pussy into the glass.
The glass is passed to her. “What am I supposed to do with this?”
“Drink it” says Danny.
“I’m no drinking dog spunk… I’ll pour it on my tits if you want… Rub it in for ye.”
“No, I want you to drink it, babe.” He implores. “For yer Daddy…”
She rolls her eyes a little, then brings the glass to her lips, turns her nose up at the smell, then drinks it all down in one go. Swallowing it as fast as she can – looking disgusted by the taste. Wiping her chin off afterwards.
Afterwards, she sits naked on Danny’s knee, it looks like humiliation has begin to settle in. She wipes an occasional tear from her face and tries to look happy. Danny thanks her for making his birthday special.
How was it?
“I almost came when he was licking me… And the actual fucking was very nice, when he was really pounding me… But the knot was too big and hurt a lot. I don’t mind a bit of pain, but that was more than I like.”
Would you do it again in the future?
She doesn’t answer, instead she looks at Danny to answer for her. “Aye, I’d like to see her go again with a different kind of dog, or maybe something else.”
“Maybe something with a smaller cock.” She suggests with a half smile. “I wouldn’t mind that.”
Caption: Since the show Danny and Rose have continued in marital bliss. For their upcoming wedding anniversary Danny has arranged for the local pig farmer to bring his prize boar to the pub. Rose claims to be looking forward to it.
Glenda (50 yr old Irish nutjob)
The beautiful scenic views of the Irish countryside. We’re on the hills outside Londonderry in the north west of Northern Ireland. It’s warm and sunny, but a wind is whipping across the open countryside and causing us a few problems with our sound.
It’s also causing a few problems for our latest subject. Her long blonde hair being flipped across her face. She’s middle aged but in good shape, her make-up is a little overdone, particularly her fire-engine-red lipstick. She speaks with a strong Northern Irish accent, pleasant and clear, and very easy to understand, and she constantly has a look on her face that suggests she’s about to jump on you.
“I’m Glenda Kelly. I work here at the (bleeped out at the hotel’s request) resort just outside Londonderry in beautiful Northern Ireland. I’m 50 years young, and I’m a basket case full of fun!”
We watch Glenda at work – talking to staff and guests at the hotel as she organizes the kitchen and dining room for the day ahead. She’s got a lot of energy and she clearly thinks she is the life of the party – even when there’s no party. Occasionally we cut back to Glenda talking direct to camera in the foyer of the hotel, huge smile. The whole time Glenda is saying her monologue over the top.
“I suppose you could say that I’m a little larger than life. I like taking charge. I like to organize people and things. Some people say I’m a control freak – some just say I’m a freak… (she laughs at her own comment)… I’m 50 years young and I’ve never had a relationship that lasted more than a few months. Some people might think that’s sad but I don’t mind. I like meeting new people and if they don’t love me that’s not my problem. I don’t want to just settle for someone who can tolerate me – I want to be with someone who wants to be around me…”
Her workmates think that she is appearing on a BBC documentary about single women looking for love – which is true, sort of. They offer differing opinions.
“She’s hard work.”
“I can’t imagine anyone being able to put up with her personality.”
“She’s got a lot of energy – she’d need a very ‘energetic’ partner.”
“I think she’s looking for love in the wrong places… I don’t think she needs a man… She doesn’t vibe that way to me… I think she’s maybe a lesbian and perhaps doesn’t even know it. I definitely think she doesn’t like men though.”
And back to Glenda, for just a second she hasn’t got a wide smile on her face. Contemplating. “All my life I’ve been looking for someone special, but the only love I’ve ever really had – real, unconditional love – is from my dog, Sally. She’s always happy to listen to me talking, or to go for a walk, or to jump on the bed and cuddle up at night.” She looks around to make sure no-one can hear her. “I know this show is for doggy virgins – but is it alright if I admit that I’ve let Sally lick me? It’s amazing, I let her do it all the time. Pretty much every evening. No man can match that. If only she had a cock!”
Have you often thought about having sex with a dog?
“Yes. Since I started letting her lick me it’s the only fantasy I have. To be on my knees, being dominated by something that doesn’t care what I say or who I am.”
How would you react if I told you that we’ve talked to the resort manager and arranged a few days off for you… (she smiles)… So that you can come with us to the mainland – and we can introduce you to a particularly friend dog… (the smile grows)… Who has been trained to give you the pleasure you dream of.
“That would be my dream come true. Yes… Yes please. That would be AM-AZE-ING, oh my God.”
We’re in a car, driving from Manchester airport up to Oldham. Glenda is on one of her monologues, full of energy and gestures.
“I wasn’t sure if I should admit this. But one time I was dating a guy who had a dog, and every time I was left alone with it I would feel it up. Sometimes he’d come back into the room and the dog would have a half-boner and I’d have to act shocked rather than excited… One time I managed to lick the dog’s balls before he came back… If he’d stayed out another 5 minutes I would have started sucking the dog’s cock. I’ve always wanted to do that.”
“I’ve probably felt up half a dozen dogs over the years but I’ve never had the chance to take it further. I think if I’d told the guys who owned them they might have let me do it. It might even have helped the relationship last, but I never felt comfortable telling any of them. Imagine being rejected for being too slutty… I couldn’t handle that.”
When you sent in your application, can you remember what you wrote in the additional comments section?
“Yes… Yes, I remember that. I said, I’d love to be on your show and to have sex with a big dog. A a Great Dane or a Rottweiler or an Alsatian…”
We arrive in Chadderton in Oldham and turn onto a nice street of semi-detached home. Three bedroom houses with small gardens to front and to the rear. We count the numbers to the right house and turn onto a short driveway. We’re greeted by Kevin, a middle aged, bespectacled accountant, and behind him, peering out of the front bay window, the hairy figure of Vader the Alsatian. Glenda spots Vader immediately. “It’s an Alsatian! I fucking LOVE Alsatians! They’re so sexy!” Inside the house we can see Vader is wagging his tail – he can sense that Glenda is there for him and it looks like he likes her as much as she likes him.
Glenda greets Kevin, thanking him for letting her play with his dog… Then she’s straight inside to say hello to Vader. By the time we’re there with the cameras she’s already sat on the floor with her long legs stretched out in a V – with Vader sat in front of her, between her thighs, as she hugs him and fusses over him. She looks round at us as we enter, huge toothy smile – she SO happy to be here.
Do we need to ask if you’re happy?
“Honestly, this is the perfect dog for me. If I could have picked any dog, I would have picked this one. He’s gorgeous!” She says before returning to hugging the hairy b**st. He in turn seems happy to be fussed over. Panting and pawing at the mad blonde lady as she pants and paws at him.
So if tonight is a success, will it change your life?
“Absolutely 100 %. If this is as much fun as I hope I’ll be getting a dog of my own and I’ll swear off men for good!”
She’s on her feet undressing to reveal small tits and a surprisingly flat stomach, well trimmed pussy, strong looking legs…
“I use the gym at the resort every day. It’s so important to stay in shape – keeps the men looking… Do dogs care? I don’t think they do, but the better shape I’m in, the more fun I can have with them, right? He looks in excellent shape. I bet he can fuck all night… I hope he can!”
A few minutes later, she’s on her knees, Vader on his side next to her. She’s jerking his cock in its sheath, working on building an erection. Kevin offers a few words of advice, ‘jerk it faster’, ‘stop when it’s about an inch out’, ‘you can give it a little suck if you like’
This last comment, delivered with the tip appears, produces another big smile from Glenda. “I thought you’d never say that… I can’t wait for this. To taste it…” And suddenly she’s bent over the a****l, her head against his belly. We can’t quite see what she’s doing, but it’s obvious enough from her moans. She sounds like she’s eating the greatest confectionery of all time. “Oh, my God, that’s an amazing feeling…” And back to sucking…
Don’t let him get too big or hard – you’ll never get him to fuck you…
She assumes the position, on hands and knees, and slaps her arse – calling for Vader to “Come and fuck me, big boy…”
Vader doesn’t take too much tempting – he’s over to her and trying to mount almost right away. It takes him a few attempts before he manages to get astride her back, then a few more tries before his cock gets anywhere near her glistening pussy. She get a bit frustrated. “How hard is it to just fuck a pussy that wants to be fucked?”
Finally, with a little help from Kevin, Vader hits his mark – as soon as he feels pussy wrapped around his cock he’s off like a hundred yard dash. Fast and hard, pumping like a maniac. His hind legs scratching at her thighs and he tries to get deeper and deeper inside her wet human pussy. She’s moaning and swearing from the first thrust. Calling on him to “Fuck my tight pussy…. Fuck my cunt…. Oh yeah… Oh yes, that’s it… Like that… Right there… Keep going… Keep going…”
Less than a minute and she’s cumming hard. Screaming it out. “I’m cumming, oh my fucking God I’m cumming…” She straightens her back and comes upright, squeezing her tits as she comes up. This pushes Vader away and he staggers around the room with a huge 9” boner bouncing between his legs.
As soon as Glenda has stopped shaking and realized that she’s forced the dog away, she resumes the position and pats her ass again. “Come on boy, let’s have another… Come and get yours…”
He mounts her again with ease, but getting his hard cock in her is going to be impossible for him by himself. This time it’s Glenda who reaches back between her own thighs to take hold of his meat and guide it into hers.
Once again, he fucks her hard as soon as he feels her wrapped around his fat cock. As he fucks her, she talks dirty to him, like he would understand. “Fuck me like a bitch… I’m your bitch… Yes I am… I am your bitch… Just a dirty fucking bitch for you to fuck…”
This time Vader ties into her before she can cum… But his huge knot in her pussy, throbbing and squirting jism shots into her, is enough to send her to another climax. This time straightening up doesn’t push Vader away, it just leads to him turning around and going butt-to-butt. She squeals in pain as he moves, then settles down to catch her breath – the dog still locked in her cunt.
It’s an interesting site to say the least. This 50 year old woman in great condition, ass-to-ass with this very hairy dog. Joined together by nine inches of his cock and a knot the size of a large orange buried within her pussy. The sweat flesh of her back and her ass is covered with dog hairs. They are locked her like this for several minutes – her breathing hard and talking to him throughout. “Is that nice? Do you like my pussy? I like your cock… I LOVE your cock…”
Once Vader has finished filling her with his spunk he pulls free and wonders away. She turns around and crawls after him, around the room, talking to him about how much she wants to suck his doggy cocky… He sits on the floor and starts licking himself. “You’re doing my job, Vader… Bad doggy… Sucking that tool clean is my job…”
And then she takes over – and as his cock fills her mouth she’s finally quiet for the first time since we met her. Although between sucks she tells us how nasty it tastes – how disgusting it is… Then goes back to sucking. Gently fondling his balls as she sucks and licks his cock. This time we can see clearly what’s going on – her taking his pinky-purple cock deep into her mouth, her lips closed around it, her eyes closed. Smiling around that cock every time she opens her eyes and remembers the camera is there.
Finally, she’s curled up on the floor around the dog – her small boobs against his spine. Her arms around his big hairy neck, rubbing her pussy against where his tail meets his back. He’s fucked. Panting hard, his tongue hanging out. She still using him for her pleasure – and covering her swety body in yet more of his loose hairs.
“You’re amazing. I want you all to myself. I love you.” Then to camera, “I think I really love him… Can I buy him? I never want to leave him.”
She means it. One fuck and she’s truly deeply in love with this a****l. We’re getting another indication of why she can’t keep a man. She’s full on. All or nothing. There’s no such thing as a one-night-stand, she’s ultra-possessive.
Kevin tells her she’s welcome to come back any time she pleases. She asks if she can move in. Does he have a spare room. Is he married? He says she can’t, he doesn’t, and he isn’t. She’s most disappointed.
Standing outside. Fully dressed and looking a little sad, we say goodbye to Glenda.
Was it everything you imagined it would be?
“It was everything and more… I’ve never had such an intense experience in my life. It was amazing.”
Do you worry that people might think you’re strange when they see this?
“Everyone who knows me knows that I’m strange… But they’ve probably think I’m even stranger now.”
What did you think of Vader?
“He was amazing. He knew what he was doing. It was like every time I wanted him to change angle or speed, he did. I think we connected on a psychic level. I think we’re meant to be together.”
The catch-up caption appears to let us know that Glenda returned to Londonderry but was released from her position at the resort the day the show went out. She has since moved to Oldham and visits Vader regularly.
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