The United Kingdom Of Zoo (A Fake BBC Documentary Series)s8e11: Ursula Bonvin (56) - Horse Lady free porn video
Series 8, Episode 11: Ursula Bonvin (56), from Ballymena
We open with an establishing shot of an idyllic country house style hotel, set in the rolling green hills of country Northern Ireland. It’s all white-wash and big bricks, dormer windows and chimney pots.
We pan to the (mostly deserted) carpark, and see our host stepping into frame – this week, it’s Bradford’s bestial belle, Kimberly Milner ... Tall and slim, with long dark hair, and a red-lipped smile that few could resist. For a change, rather than flaunting herself she’s gone for the country-girl look today, with jeans that show off her hips and thighs, and a baggy sweater that hides her other wonderful assets.
She walks toward our camera, introducing the show like a real tv presenter rather than the dirty slut we know her to be. Her Yorkshire accent softened but still clearly identifiable. “Hello, and welcome to another edition of ‘The United Kingdom of Zoo’. I’m Kimberly Milner, and this week I’m at the Duil Runda Hotel, just outside Ballymena, to meet with a lovely lady who’d enjoy nothing more than a little horseplay with a young stud...” She smiles at the very unsubtle introduction and we cut to...
Inside the hotel, in the manager’s office – our subject is sitting behind her desk. A dormer window behind her looks out over the countryside beyond.
She’s an older lady, with grey-blonde hair, loose and shaggy down to her shoulders – her face is a little gaunt, her lips thin and plastered with thick red lipstick, and from the look of her leathery skin she’s clearly spent quite a lot of time on beach holidays (or sunbeds) over the years. Smart casual dress, she’s at work after all, gives the impression that she’s quite trim and in good condition.
She introduces herself from the other side of the desk, her Irish accent soft and friendly, but clear, “Good afternoon ... My name is Ursula Bonvin. I’m a 56-year-old hotel owner and manager, from Ballymena in Northern Ireland, and my fantasy is to have sexual intercourse with a horse.” She pauses, smiling a little, evidently happy that she’s finally said this out loud.
We cut to a shot of her looking more relaxed, standing and leaning back against the sill of the dormer window, blue sky and countryside in the background – and telling her story direct to camera.
“We’ve bought the hotel back in the late 90s and completely renovated it as a safe space – a place you can get away from the big city ... We called it, ‘Duil Runda’ – it means ‘Secret Desire’. We wanted it to be the just a lovely place for honeymoons, or for couples wanting a quiet getaway ... Businessmen coming out from Belfast, and further away, during the week, with their secretaries, pretending to be at a conference...” She smirks. “These days if anyone calls asking if there’s a conference booked at the hotel we just say yes – we haven’t even got a conference room!”
She takes a breath and continues. “We also noticed we had a lot of gay couples staying here ... And we were happy to accommodate them, which – even 10-15 years ago was still quite rare around these parts ... Alternative lifestyles are fine so long as everyone is consenting. None of my business what you do once that door is closed – just so long as it washes out of the sheets...” She laughs.
“We’ve got one customer who found out we were ‘pet friendly’ and brought his dog with him, and we thought nothing of it, but he was here for two nights – and the first night he entertains this lady in his room – and the second night he takes a married couple up there ... Then he checked out ... But he was back a few months later, same routine ... I knew what was going on, I’m not blind or completely naïve!”
She pauses, deciding to continue and tell the next part of her anecdote, “I’ve thought about offering him an extra night free if I can be the one being ‘entertained’, but dogs aren’t really my thing ... And, there’s always the nagging fear that I might be reading too much into it, and that he just doesn’t like leaving the dog in a kennel!”
“So ... After watching all of the nice couples who come here and have their fun, my mind turned to just how much fun they were having compared to me ... I’ve got a healthy relationship with Mr Bonvin, but it’s not exactly thrilling or passionate ... It’s certainly not perverted ... And I think most girls need a little perversion in their life. We hide it well, most of the time, but we all like it deep down...”
She indicates back over her shoulder, out of the window. “So, I sit in this office, day after day, and I look out of that window, and I watch these magnificent horses running around, frolicking ... And sometimes, shagging in the middle of the field - and every time I see them my mind starts to wonder ... Just what would that feel like. Then I’m in the bar last year, serving a couple of customers, and the tv is on and there’s a couple of lovely young ladies having fun with a horse – and I was thinking, ‘Well, why wouldn’t I do that?’, and so here I am...”
She pauses – then gives us the UK of Zoo clap – bringing her hands forward and together infront of our camera, so that we can cut...
But this time it’s a more radical cut than usual – because we’re in an entirely different location...
Ursula is now standing in a large, dusty stables building – and already stripped down to a pair of white panties. Her body is slim, and her boobs a healthy B-cup, but everything sags a little – she looks every one of her 56 years. She doesn’t look particularly nervous about being nearly nude on camera because she’s clearly got other, larger, things on her mind ... Much larger!
We pan around to follow her as she walks carefully, bare foot over a straw covered dirt floor, toward a large brown and white horse. It’s not our regular horse, Champion, but for the sake of anonymity for the owners, we continue to use that name.
“Ohhhh myyyyy...” Ursula gasps as she approaches. “He’s a real beauty, isn’t he?” She walks a bit closer, slowing down, and turns back to look toward camera, breathing heavily and smiling as she notes that, “Takes your breath away a bit...”
We cut to a shot of Kimberly standing beside the beast, bending forward – letting those tight jeans pull extra taught over her arse – reaching in and stroking his huge balls and his undeveloped cock ... Stimulating it to grow quickly from a few inches to over a foot long ... And still barely hard...
“Ladies and gentlemen – we have a penis!” She jokes, stroking on and adding, “That’s a fucking huge cock!”
Ursula is sitting on a stool, her upper arms squeezing her small tits together as she leans forward on her elbows – looking up at the huge beast, nervous but smiling as Kimberly warms him up for her. She looks up at our camera, and confirms her thoughts – “He’s a bit big, isn’t he?”, and she smiles ... A smile that suggests second thoughts as much as excitement.
A moment later, she takes a deep breath and stands up – taking nervous, little steps toward the horse – one hand up, reaching out toward him ... Kimberly talks her through it, following close-by, just over camera. “That’s it ... He’s so lovely ... So gentle ... You’ll be in control...”
Our old Irish hotelier’s breathing gets louder as she gets closer, and then she makes contact – fingertips, then palms, then she’s stroking along his chest. There’s almost no reaction from the huge animal, just a slight turn of his big head as she first makes contact.
She gets a little closer, stroking down his side but not quite under his belly, she’s not ready for that yet...
We cut to a few seconds later as she turns around and leans back against him, her pale, narrow back against the side of his chest, her head back against him, her long grey-blonde hairs catching against his short dark ones, trailing over his side as she moves from side to side, feeling him on her shoulder-blades. Gradually acclimatising to being so close to this huge beast. A little more relaxed as she looks up into our camera and notes again that, “He’s immense ... And so hard...” A touch of awe in her voice.
“But not scary?” Checks Kimberly in a calming tone.
Ursula continues leaning and twisting her shoulders, her arms out to the sides, one toward his neck, the other along his side, down toward his belly. Thinking about what she’s been asked ... Her smile suggesting she’s not scared ... But clearly still nervous. “He’s not scary ... No ... Not yet ... But we’re not doing anything yet...”
She’s naked, leaning against a horse, preparing to fuck him ... But no, nothing has happened yet...
She brings her hand up from his belly, back over her own, then up to her small boobs, grasping and squeezing one, pinching her nipple with thumb and forefinger, pulling on it. Letting out a little squeak as she pulls. Smiling a shy little smile at us.
“Feeling better?” Checks Kimberly again.
Ursula’s “Yes...” is barely audible, but the smile and the glint in her eye is clear – as are the extremely erect nipples ... All of her fears appear to be evaporating. Her pussy starting to think for her...
She bites her bottom lip as she runs her hand down from her boob, over her belly, and between her thighs – which she spreads a little to allow her fingers to slip down between her old, slightly long and loose pussy lips ... Leaning back harder against the horse – him barely noticing her weight up against him.
Writhing back against him, just enjoying being so close to him as she touches herself ... For a moment we get the impression that this is all she wants. That she’ll be happy to simply lean against the horse and masturbate ... But behind her, out of her line of sight, the horse is clearly getting a sense of what’s going on – he can smell it in the air, and the wider she holds her thighs, the more she plays with her pussy, the stronger the smell gets ... We can see his cock beginning to grow – extending quickly from a fat heavy sheath and a couple of inches of cock, to a semi-erect, foot long pipe of horse-meat, hanging down under his belly, slightly flared at the head...
Kimberly signals to Ursula from off camera, and the old Irish tart turns her head to the side, twisting against the horse’s side until she can see under his belly, “OOhhh Goddd!” she exclaims, clearly happy and amazed to be so close to this wonder of nature...
She staggers forward, away from the horse, then turns around, bending forward and placing her hands on her knees whilst she looks until the beast – staring at that cock, which seems to be growing a little longer and a lot hard, no longer drooping toward the floor, it’s getting straighter and straighter, beginning to bounce a little as the horse moves. And Ursula can’t take her eyes off it ... It’s understandable – those who’s witnessed the sight of a horse erection in person will tell you that a camera can’t do it justice.
“That ... Is amazing!” Confirms our guest, looking at it in the flesh, from barely a meter away. Her mouth open for a second, then when she realises, closing – then licking her lips with a sense of anticipation...
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