The United Kingdom Of Zoo (A Fake BBC Documentary Series)s7e4: Aiman Ali (31) free porn video
We open on a photo of a geek sitting infront of a computer, looking into camera. Then fade through to a stunning bit of fantasy artwork – a large, muscle-bound and windswept hero – with the same face as the geek.
Then fade to another photo, a greasy haired kid trying to look tough. Fading through to a hero with Brad Pitt ‘Fight Club’ type body, and Brad Pitt ‘A River Runs Through It’ type hair blowing in the wind.
A woman’s voice, well spoken, light and friendly, with a slight east-midland’s accent, narrates - “I’ve always been into fantasy art ... The possibilities are limitless ... The men can be as sexy as you want them to be, and the women are always perfect, and the monsters – the beasts – can be as big and scary as you like.”
As she speaks we see more photo-to-hero conversions. This is intercut with footage of a (fully clothed) slim, black haired woman (from the back), working at an elaborate computer art desk – a large graphics tablet set infront of a couple of large monitors. We see her slender brown hands using a stylus on the tablet, drawing/painting a new image. She is in what appears to be an art studio, but is actually the converted double-garage of a family home.
“I’ve had my own studio for almost ten years now ... I do fantasy artwork for books and CD covers ... But I make most of my money by creating these hero images ... People wanting to see themselves as heroes, or wanting to see their partners being oh-so-sexy...”
We finally come to rest on the digital image of beautiful coffee skinned warrior queen, stripped virtually naked, lean yet curvy, her long black hair draped over her shoulders ... She’s standing next to a huge and scary looking ‘devil-dog’ ... There’s no photo next to this one ... Then we fade through to see the artist herself...
Slim, tall, with that long thick black hair, dusky sub-continental looks and narrow features. We can see the warrior princess in her features – although the reality isn’t as perfect as the artwork. There’s a gold ring through her right nostril and her fashion sense suggest a modern attitude combined with a strong pride in her apparent Pakistani heritage – tight blue jeans and a perfectly fitted purple and gold designer jacket. The slightly knowing look in her eye as she talks suggests a certain attitude – she’s sexy and she knows it.
“My name is Aiman Ali. I’m 31, and I’m a fantasy artist from Leicester in the midlands...”
Then we’re watching her working at the computer again, working on the features of a huge snarling beast – part dog, part wolf, part alien. She continues in voice-over...
“I never watched bestiality videos, I just had an imagination. I grew up looking at fantasy art, and drawing my own pictures. And I was drawn, quite literally toward the monsters ... When I think about sex ... Even when I was a student ... I wasn’t attracted to men ... Or women ... Only to these beasts. I’ve slept with men, but I always think of these monsters when I’m with them...”
We see more images of monsters, often posed with the warrior princess ... To anyone else these would look like images of scary monsters with a beautiful woman. To us, knowing the context, we can see the sideways look from animal to human – the way her backside always seems to presented toward him – the fact that her nipples are always erect...
“I have a special fantasy of Great Danes and Mastiffs ... I draw them as Devil-Dogs ... Huge beasts ... Too big to enjoy – you just have to give up and let them do as they please ... Conquer me ... Defeat me ... Defile me ... Put me under their spell and rape me ... Make me do anything ... And I would be under his spell, so I would keep coming back with my mouth open and my tongue hanging out...” She smirks. “I want to take his knot, and I don’t mind if he destroys my pussy and rips me in two in the process ... What a way die!”
We finally get to see what she’s working on in full screen – a 90% completed image of one of her devil-dogs, painted to look almost as big as a horse, standing over and looking down at the helpless dark princess (with Aiman’s face, of course), who is looking back over her shoulder at him with a look of fear on her face ... He isn’t fucking her yet, but he is clearly about to.
“I can never get this image right ... I can’t decide between fear and lust, disgust and desire ... I think I need to live it before I draw it ... I want to know how it feels so I can put that in my picture. The fear and the passion, all the perverted glory of it.”
We cut to Aiman standing in the middle of the studio floor. Ready to begin.
She peels her t-shirt up over her head to reveal her naturally dark and smooth body and we see that her small boobs aren’t held by a bra. She smiles and jokes about her body. “I wish I looked more like the girls in my pictures ... Sorry to disappoint you if you were expecting something more fantastic.” She’s not sorry, she’s most amused.
“I think of going to the gym and toning up, getting fake boobs to make myself look like my fantasy-self ... Can you imagine if these...” She grabs her little boobs. “Looked like those...” She points at a big fantasy version of herself framed on the wall.
She doesn’t wait around for anyone to respond, unbuttoning her jeans and wriggling them down over her narrow hips and thighs. Stepping out of them, with a slight battle to get the narrow legs over her ankles. She’s wearing the tiniest pair of panties – but not for long – they come off without any ceremony. This lady is very comfortable in her own skin, and not at all shy.
Naked, dark skinned with small boobs, pointy little brown nipples, a slim belly, small bum, and near hairless pussy, she’s a very pleasing sight. She’s not the muscular toned warrior princess, but she has the kind of taught, slim body that any 24 year old would be happy with ... Best of all is her smile – white teeth behind thin dark lips. Friendly with just a hint of madness.
She pinches her nipples a little, pulling them then letting them snap back - making sure they are fully erect. Looking into the camera and smiling... “I want to look as turned on as I feel...” She jokes.
She looks around at the door, then back to the camera. “Will we be waiting long?”
A voice can be heard from behind camera. “Long enough for you to get properly warmed-up ... Not that you look like you need it...”
Aiman smiles again, pinching a nipple with each thumb and forefinger – holding them. “I don’t need any more warming up ... I feel like a bomb about to explode...”
At that moment the door to the studio opens, and we get our first sight of this week’s beast (and his owner), outlined in the doorway. It’s a tall thin man, and a big handsome Great Dane ... The man, Bernard, is a smiling, friendly looking permed heavy metal fan. The dog, Dino, with his mouth slightly open and the end of his tongue hanging out, is as huge and intimidating as ever.
Aiman doesn’t appear to be worried though ... She looks turned-on... “He looks like the hound of Satan!” She says, admiring the beast.
After a short pause, she walks over to him – and despite him being almost as big as her, and her being stark naked, she seems without a worry in the world. She drops down into a crouch on the floor infront of him, her knees spreading wide, and bringing both hands up to his big head, stroking his ears (which he seems to like), and saying “Hello sir ... My master...” to him.
She looks up at Bernard and smiles at him too. “He’s a handsome beast ... I’ve always liked him on the show ... I love Great Danes, and he seems to know what he’s doing...” Then looking back to Dino and smiling at him, “Don’t you, sir? Don’t you?”
She keeps looking in the dog’s eyes as she strokes his head and neck. “Do I need to do anything special, or will he just mount me as soon as I’m in position?”
Bernard responds without much thought. “Oh, he’s pretty easy going – if you show him a pussy, he’ll fuck it...” Aiman responds to this with another smile – she clearly can’t wait.
Shifting forward onto her knees, she reaches under Dino, between his front legs, and begins to stroke his chest, then leans forward slipping her hand down to rub his belly.
“You magnificent beast...” She says, slipping into ‘character’... “Does this please you?” She leans back a little so that she can look into his dark eyes. “If I please you, you will let me live, right?”
She feels around his chest, moving lower, her hand rubbing over her belly, then beginning to work his sheath. Rubbing it, carefully taking a hold of it as the huge beast shifts around, curling his back slightly, pushing his cock forward toward her hand – he wants it ... His cock beginning to grow as soon as she begins to fondle it.
There’s a fat red tip showing almost right away. Aiman tries to hide her smile, but it grows as fast as his cock. “Ohhh, you’re getting hard already ... It feels good...”
We get a brief shot of Bernard as he stands back next to our crew and watches Aiman get better acquainted with his huge dog ... He looks to the side and sees some of the art-work on the wall. He looks almost as impressed by this as he does by the naked Pakistani who’s fondling his canine’s cock.
When we cut back to Aiman, she is already on her hands and knees, taking up her position. One of our crew-members is kneeling beside her (his face blurred out), helping her get it right. Guiding her knees apart with a hand on the inner thigh – being very careful not touch anything he shouldn’t ... Stroking her back to encourage her to lower it, pushing her little arse back and upward. Reaching over to stroke her long black hair over her shoulder so that the camera can get a clear shot of her face during the action.
We can see that the woman is no longer showing her earlier relaxed confidence – there’s no fear, but the anticipation has got the better of her, she just wants to get on with it.
Dino is hopping around her, waiting for his chance, surprisingly light on his feet for such a large animal – and the tip of his cock still showing. Clearly ready to get started ... Then, as soon as he sees the opportunity, he dives in – not mounting her, but going for her cunt with his long tongue, from behind.
She gasps as his hot tongue hits the spot. She takes a sharp breath and holds it as he continues to lap at her. His tongue wider than the target as it slops over her pussy, her arse, her inner thighs, her butt-cheeks ... But mainly her pussy ... Digging in hard, forcing its way between her labia – tasting her juices ... Then licking harder, faster ... With genuine lustful hunger.
Dottie
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