The United Kingdom Of Zoo (A Fake BBC Documentary Series)s6e12: Catherine Harrison (29) free porn video
Series 6, Episode 12: Catheryn Harrison (29), from Cardiff
We fade in on the familiar image of our hostess, Charley, with her tattooed fake cleavage doing it’s best to escape over the top of a strapless red mini-dress, as she drives her BMW along a quiet duel-carriageway. There are more cars around than in previous weeks, but it’s still pretty quiet.
Charley talks over her shoulder as she drives – talking to her passenger rather than to the camera. We switch to a second GoPro camera which is angled toward the back-seat where we can see our star – the big, long-haired golden retriever, Thor, laid out on the seat – riding like a star.
“You okay back there, lover?” She says in her sexy Mancunian accent. “What a lucky boy you are ... Eh? Being driven around the country by your dirty slut of an owner, to meet more dirty sluts, so you can get your end away...”
The line is clearly intended for the dog rather than the cameras – a lovely example of the relationship between this dogwhore and her pet.
“I wonder what we’ve got for you today, eh?” She says, checking the mirror to see how her lover is. He continues to lay on his front, his head up, mouth open and tongue hanging out – clearly happy to be talked to, and almost looking like he understands what she’s saying.
“I’ve seen her pictures ... I don’t think you’ll be disappointed...” She taunts, and then we cut to...
A young man and a young woman, sitting at either end of a couch. There’s something about their lack of chemistry that tells us right away that they aren’t a couple.
He is a sturdy figure with short dark hair – he’s casually dressed in jeans and t-shirt, and is sitting back, sipping from a can of lager, and looking relaxed, and perhaps a little self-righteous.
She is a little less relaxed, but slim and pretty, and she knows it, with shoulder length blonde hair and dark eyebrows – she’s drinking from a glass of what appears to be peach schnapps and lemonade. She’s wearing a white cable-knit sweater that hugs closely enough to her body to show she’s got a nice figure, blue jeans are tight to her thighs, white socks.
The lighting isn’t great, and Charley is moving around between the camera and our subjects, moving a few lampshades to try and create a better scene.
The guy speaks, apparently small-talk before filming begins for real - his voice deep and with a strong Welsh accent, “You know those people who you say something about the show, and they claim they never watch it, but you know they do ... She’s one of them!”
She looks at him like he’s an idiot, then replies – also to camera operator rather than the camera, also with a strong Welsh accent, but louder, as if she’s already had a few drinks - “I never said I didn’t watch it! I said I wasn’t obsessed with it like you are!”
We cut to them introducing themselves direct-to-camera – the lighting is better. Alternate close-ups, The woman leaning back and drinking whenever the man speaks – and on this occasion, it’s the man who does most of the talking, clearly the more interested in the show.
“I’m Mike Harrison, and this is my lovely sister Catheryn, and we’re from Cardiff, in Wales.”
“My name is Catheryn Harrison, I’m 29 years old...” She sighs, “And tonight I’m going to have sex with a bloody dog while my pervy brother watches...”
We cut to another brief aside from the informal, light-check camera test. Mike joking that “I say she’s fucked so many guys, she might as well fuck a dog ... She loves the cock...”
Catheryn interrupting, snappy and cross, “You shouldn’t talk about me like that!”
Back to the ‘formal’ interview, Mike explaining, “Why we’re hear today is a bit of a long story, really ... You see, my sister, she’s got a problem with men ... Everytime she breaks up with a partner, she just keeps on sleeping with them ... All of her exes know she’s an easy touch...”
“And you don’t sleep with your exes... ?” She asks accusingly.
He waves her comment away, “I don’t have abusive exes...” Then continues, “She split up with her fiancé at Christmas – nasty piece of work, he was - and she moved into my spare room, begged me to let her stay here...”
She leans forward, loudly exclaiming that, “I didn’t want to go home because mum never shuts up... ‘I told you so’, all the bloody time...”
Mike continues again, “I said to her, you can move in, but you know you’re just going to end up sleeping with him again – and she said she wouldn’t ... And I said, well, if you do, you have to pay a penalty ... I’ll make a bet ... You can live here rent free if you don’t shag him ... But if you shag him whilst you’re living here, you have to go on the UK of Zoo and get fucked by a real dog! ‘Cos she always says she doesn’t like the show, so I think...”
“And you fucking love it, don’t you?” She interrupts. “Pervy bugger!” She laughs and takes another slurp of her drink.
He continues, “SHE doesn’t like it, so I figure that she won’t sleep with the ex because then I’ll make her pay up on the penalty ... Two bloody days later, not even New Year’s yet, I walk in and hear these noises in the back bedroom – I look in and there she is, on her hands and knees, with that bastard ramming into her ... Fuuuck me, I says ... You know what this means?”
“Yeah ... It means you should bloody knock before you walk into my room...” She laughs – the alcohol clearly kicking into full effect now. She looks into camera, taking a brief pause, and then offers her defence, “I know ... I know ... I can’t help it ... I see cock, I need cock...”
“And what about dog-cock?” Asks Charley from behind the camera.
Catheryn seems to shudder a little – takes another drink. “I’ve seen the show. Not impressed ... But a cock’s a cock ... And a bet’s a bet!” She shrugs, finishing off the glass.
We cut to the same room a few minutes later – Thor is in the room, light footed, skipping around near Catheryn, who is now on her feet, not overly steady on them, and pouring another drink. Looking down at the dog and urging him to “Get away with you ... I’m not drunk enough to play with you yet!” and then sipping more from her glass as she moves away from the table. From the way she walks we wonder just how drunk she thinks she needs to be to play with Thor.
Cut to her near the couch, her glass resting on the arm as she peels her sweater and the t-shirt under it up and over her head, long hair trailing through the neck hole as she pulls the clothing away and lets it drop on the floor beside her. Her flesh is pink and well-toned – she obviously watches what she eats. Her boobs, held gently in a black satin bra, beautiful orbs of flesh – a nice size, not too big.
She pauses to take another slurp from her glass, taking a deep breath, smiling a little. Putting the glass down, almost spilling it, then unbuttoning the front of her jeans and shimmying them down over her hips and arse, down her thighs, stumbling a little as she does.
Behind her, Mike watches with an amused half smile, clearly checking out her arse as the jeans come down to reveal a black g-string that matches her bra. He struggles not to react as she bends forward, sticking her arse back toward him as she pulls the jeans down her calves, before straightening up and stepping on the jeans, trying to pull her feet free and stumbling back – before finally extricating herself, kicking the jeans away, and rewarding herself with another drink from her now almost empty glass.
Now she stops, hands on hips, and looks down at Thor – who stands infront of her, looking up, tongue hanging out and positively smiling ... He thinks she looks alright, maybe a little skinny, but there’s nothing wrong with that.
“Now, what am I supposed to do with you, then?” She says, an almost playful, and definitely drunk, edge to her voice. She pauses whilst Thor continues to look up at her – not sure how to react – then barks once and waits...
“Get my tits out?” She says with mock surprise. “Why am I not surprised?” – and with that she’s reaching behind her back, fumbling with the clasp at the back of her bra and unhooking it – letting it fall away from her boobs, which barely sag at all. Nice and firm, small but smooth and round, with dark nipples. There’s a clear tan line between her pink skin and white boob bikini top ‘triangles’.
She keeps her back to her brother, shouting back over her shoulder. “Don’t look at my tits ... Pervert!” – and then grabs the hip strings of her panties, bending forward (away from Mike) and pulling them down and off – presenting him with a perfect, eye-level view of her arsehole and pussy as she bends. His eyes almost pop out of their sockets and he can’t hide the smile.
As she straightens up, we note a very narrow strip of dark pubic hair and that her tan-lines are also very clear around her groin and hips – white lines where her bikini bottoms have hidden her flesh from the holiday sun.
She stares down at the dog again, sizing him up as he stands there wagging his tail – looking about as unthreatening as an animal could ever look. “What do I do with you then?” She says – looking up at Charley after a couple of seconds as if to say ‘what DO I do with him then?’.
Mike calls out, “On your hands and knees, sis ... Let him know you’re his bitch!” and Catheryn half turns, flashing some side-tit at him. “I wasn’t asking you...”
Charley confirms Mike’s call, “Actually, he’s right – if you just drop down onto the floor, Thor will take over soon enough, like.”
We cut to an image of Catheryn on her knees, facing the couch – spotting her almost empty glass and finishing it off – then bending forward, letting her arse stick out toward us, hands on the floor, flipping her head back to throw her long hair over her shoulder, away from the camera and toward her brother.
Charley encourages her to shuffle a little around so that she is side-on to the tripod camera – then advises her to drop her shoulders a little and stick her arse out a little further... “I’m going to let Thor loose now...” She warns.
“Ohhh God...” Sighs Catheryn in a tone that suggests resignation rather than excitement or fear.
Thor hurries onto the screen from behind the camera and heads right to the Welsh tart’s rear end – sniffing and licking at her pale arse-crack – making her move forward in surprise and let out a little squeak... “OOooohhh, cold nose...” Then after a short pause, a pretty impressed sounding, “Niiiiice tongue ... MMmmmmmm!”
Thor digs in – a licking expert, he goes hard, wiping his big soft tongue over her bulging pussy, over the lips, and then up along the crack of her arse.
“Aaahhhhhhh” gasps Catheryn, the first flash of a smile appearing on her pretty face.
Thor licks on – twisting his head from side to side, altering his angle of attack, pushing closer, licking everything – but before this starts to feel really good for Catheryn, the dog decides to get on with it...
We can see Mike moving forward on the couch a little as Thor moves toward the woman, pushing his chest up against her backside, grabbing/climbing her back with his front legs, which he wraps around her middle just infront of her hips as he rises over her...
“OOOooohhh shiiiittt!” She says, a touch of panic in her voice as she realises this is the real thing... “It’s happening ... Ohhhh shiittt!”
Thor begins to jerk his sheath toward her rear-end, awkward staggering thrusts. His hindpaws looking for better position between her calves, scratching her legs as he scrapes over them. His belly against her bottom, the tip of his cock poking out of his sheath and prodding between her thighs...
Mike calls out, “Go on, boyo...”
Catheryn looks around to him and glares, spitting “Shut up, idiot!”, then letting her head drop again, long hair hanging down infront of it like a curtain as the dog continues to pump toward her pussy...
She instinctively jerks her hips forward when she feels first contact – the hard little cock stabbing against her pussy lips ... Then Thor pushes forward again, a second assault, a tighter grip around her hips, his front legs pushing back under her thighs, levering his body closer to her and...
“OOoohhhhh ffucckk! He’s in ... HE’S IN!” She squeals, raising her head – an incredulous look. Not a smile, not a grimace – amazement ... The moment brief, then broken as the beast begins to pump furiously – driving his shaft deeper into her as it grows almost as fast as the dog can pump.
The rally of thrusts causing the young woman to gasp and moan at increasing volume. “AAaaaaahhhHHH ... OOOooohhhHHHHH!” It doesn’t like like she’s enjoying it so much as ‘experiencing’ it. These aren’t orgasmic noises – more like exclamations of how she’s feeling ... Shocked ... Amazed ... Awed ... This wasn’t what she expected. “OOoohhh FFfuuccKKK!”
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