The United Kingdom Of Zoo (A Fake BBC Documentary Series)s7e1: Lydia Lee (36) free porn video
Producer’s note...
“In previous years we’ve been accused of setting the bar fairly low for some of our guests. It’s always been the policy of the producers to find a true cross-section of the public – and show that no matter who you are or how you look – you can live out your dream of having sex with an animal...”
“But this is a ratings game ... And our viewers have made it clear that they want to see the best-looking women doing the nastiest possible things ... So we believe that this year we have assembled some of the best looking girls ever to fuck animals on camera...”
“We’re also going to be more diverse this year – in previous years we’ve met dogs, and recently we’ve added a horse, a pig, and even some bugs – but in this new series we’ll be experiencing more pigs, and horses, plus goats, donkeys, fish, more bugs, and of course, all of our favourite doggies...”
“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.
Elissa
- 25.04.2022
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