The United Kingdom Of Zoo (A Fake BBC Documentary Series)s8e5 - Alexis Cropley (54) - Bad Mother free porn video
Series 8, Episode 5: Alexis Cropley (54), from Southampton
An establishing shot of a large hospital. We seem to meet a lot of medical professionals on this show ... A sign reads, “Southampton General Hospital”.
And then our host steps into frame infront of the sign ... Rather than the expected sight of a tight and attractive young lady, we’re looking at the rough-and-ready, overweight and unshaven ‘figure’ of a middle-aged man. All the way from West Ham in London, it’s the short, fat and scruffy form of Dennis. With baggy jeans and a claret and blue West Ham United skintight football shirt, that hugs to his man-boobs and overhanging belly. Thanks to the warm weather, and Dennis’s general lack of fitness, sweat marks have already formed under his arms and also under his man-boobs up front. He is everything that our other regular hosts are not – or they are everything he is not!
Beside him, pulling against his lead – indicating that he can see this week’s subject even if we can’t – is his beloved third generation slut fucking Doberman, Casanova.
Dennis introduces the show in his famed, laid back and loud Cockney tones... “‘Ello, and welcome to ‘The United Kingdom of Zoo’, with me, Dennis Baxter – and him, your hero, Casanova the Third ... This week, we’re in sunny Saaf’ampton...”
He’s walking along infront of the hospital, toward the ambulance station. “Over last year we’ve all applauded our NHS heroes, and now it is time for us to give something back to them...”
We move along to a yellow and green ambulance, sitting outside the ambulance station, it’s rear doors wide open. There’s a female paramedic sitting on the rear plate of the vehicle, leaning back and soaking up the sun on her face and chest. Her uniform shirt is unbuttoned and pulled open about as far as it can be without her getting in trouble. Her white bra on show, no cleavage – but only because her big boobs are sitting wide as she lays back and soaks up the sun.
We cut to a shot of her sitting upright, a little more cleavage now as her boobs sit forward and are supported by the bra. Her thick, black hair hangs down over her shoulders, her blues eyes sparkling. A little too much make-up, she’s trying to look younger than she actually is. As she speaks, she occasionally breaks into a kind-of ‘knowing’ smirk. Her accent is loud and confident, a woman with no fear.
“I’m Alexis Cropley. I’m 54 years old, and I’m from Southampton. I’ve always had an impulsive streak, and I often make very bad life decisions ... And this might be one of them...” That knowing smirk... “I going to have sex with a dog!”
We cut to a montage of her walking along a residential street, entering a small apartment block, heading up the stairs, entering her apartment ... This is intercut with footage of her being interviewed in close-up whilst sitting on her couch, and occasional photographs of her mother, her son, her new man, a picture of her with the man in New York (no child in sight), etc.
She monologues over the top of these clips.
“I got married too young. He was a bit of a prick, and a user, and he left me when our son was born ... And after him I met one loser after another ... I did my best to raise my little boy well, but he spent more time with my mother than he spent with me ... Then a couple of years ago I thought I had met Mr Right ... There was only two problems with him ... One, he was an American and he didn’t want to live in England ... Two, he wanted a wife, not a wife and child ... I think I made the worst decision a woman can ever make ... I left my little boy with my mum and I went off to live with him in New York.”
Our audience might lose sympathy with Alexis at this point, but the genuine stress in her voice shows just how big a decision this was for her.
“It was all going pretty well for a while – I didn’t even really miss my boy, which sounds terrible ... But one night we’re swapping fantasies – he’s telling me what he’s always wanted to do, so I tell him I’ve always wanted to have sex with a dog ... I didn’t really want to do it, not for real ... It was just a fantasy ... But he flipped out. He was pretty religious, and he couldn’t get over it. He was disgusted. Called me a pervert and said I had to leave ... Right then ... No talking about it ... He just couldn’t handle the thought that I might be thinking about a dog when I was with him ... So I came home, tail between my legs, as it were, and figured I had to put things right over here with my son – but it’s been difficult, he seems almost scared of me ... Like he can’t trust me anymore ... I really, really fucked that up.”
We cut to a moment later, with her still going through her thought process, “I don’t know where the dog thing came from. I’ve always been turned on by them. My best friend when I was growing up, she had a big German Shepherd, and I was always turned on by him ... I used to think she had sex with him when no one was around ... And that turned me on. I wanted to ask her about it, to see if she did all the things I used to imagine, but I never had the nerve to ask...”
“Now ... I figure if I’ve almost ruined my real life to be with a guy, and then my fantasy has ruined that ... So I may as well bloody live out my fantasy, and see what happens ... So tonight, I’ll finally be having sex with a dog for real!” She puts plenty of emphasis on the word ‘finally’.
Dennis, looking about as sleazy as he ever gets (and that’s very sleazy), jokes that, “So ... You’re prone to making bad decisions, eh?”
Alexis cocks her head back, looking right at Dennis... “Not THAT bad!” She laughs. Then looks down at Casanova... “Just THAT bad... !”
We cut to a shot of Dennis and Casanova exchanging lascivious looks. The prospect of Doberman on paramedic action is upon us. Casanova is so excited that he spins toward the camera, lurches in our direction and bark/snaps at us – and we use his snap as our moment to cut to:
Alexis, cool as a cucumber, stripped down to her panties – large pale boobs hanging heavy, against her tanned belly, clear tan-lines where her bikini/bra tops have protected them from the sun, reclining on the couch, with her arms wide across the back of the seat, her long legs crossed – and Casanova is already buzzing around infront of her.
“What have we here then?” She asks, as if she doesn’t know.
The dog pauses, sniffing the air, cocking his head on one side, and looking up at her. Her knows what she is, but this one isn’t reacting like all the others. This one seems too calm. No fear at all.
She smiles at him. “I know what you want ... You want to please me ... Don’t you? You want to lick my pussy, don’t you?”
The dog wags his tail a little – the words mean nothing, he wants to fuck the shit out of her - but he knows just from the tone of her voice he knows she’s going to do something nice – so he’s excited.
She barely changes position on the couch, her upper body virtually stationary, as she opens her legs, spreading her thighs wide, exposing that neatly trimmed pussy to the beast. As her thighs part we see that she has very neat pussy lips, the kind some girls dream of – everything tucked away neatly.
Casanova wags his tail-stump faster and steps forward, uncertain whether he should go for it or not ... Then Alexis moves an arm, bringing her hand to her pussy and patting it a couple of times. “Come on...”
He follows the instruction – stepping forward, tail still wagging, and begins licking at her thighs, then her pussy. She leans back, smiling and taking a deep breath, letting him lick her and enjoying the sensations – spreading her legs wider and wider to give him access to her deepest recess...
“Yesssss ... That’s it ... Good boy...” She purrs as she leans back, relaxing herself completely, her arms still spread wide across the back of the couch, her head now resting back on it too – she’d be looking up at the ceiling if her eyes were open.
The beast just keeps licking at her pussy, his snout right up between her thighs, cold nose touching her pussy as he angles forward to go in deeper – making her jump just a little, her smile widening across her face. “Oooooh, that’s cold...” She coos.
She tenses her legs a little, pushing down against the floor and raising her arse so she can angle her pussy more toward the dog’s licks – letting him explore deeper without having to press his cold nose against her so much...
He obliges – and from the way she arches her back and takes a deeper breath, we can guess that his tongue is no longer just working the lips of her pussy, but is now digging in deeper, giving her an altogether more intense sensation.
“Goooood boy ... Yesssss...” She moans.
Licking hard, fast and deep inside her flesh. She raises her head and looks down at him, smiling a self-satisfied smile, as she watches the dog doing his best to lick every millimetre of her pussy.
She looks from the dog to the camera, looking very much relaxed and at home with doing this on camera, and tells us/the viewers at home that, “I love the feel of his tongue on my ... Cunt!” She seems to get an additional thrill out of saying this out loud.
She lays back and tries to relax and enjoy the moment – but the sensations from her pussy are obviously becoming more intense. She begins to arch her back as the beast continues to lick. Her face reddening, and her moaning more audibly. “UUUhhhhmmm ... Uuuuhhhmmmm ... Uuuuhhhhmmm...”
The moans becoming higher pitched, her mouth opening a little more as the dog licks ... And then, without warning – she’s silent, her back fully arched, almost to the point of breaking ... Tensing up ... Shaking ... Sweating ... And then ... She flops back onto her back on the couch, bringing her thighs together and pushing Casanova away.
She remains curled on the couch, catching her breath for a second, still shaking a little ... Then looks up at the camera and says, “Now that’s what I call a magic tongue!”
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