The United Kingdom Of Zoo (A Fake BBC Documentary Series)s9e15 - Ellen Rankin (60) Piggy Fun free porn video
Series 9, Episode 15: Ellen Rankin (60), from Stirling
We fade in on a business park – a collection of small, modern, one and two story buildings, small well-kept shrubberies and flower-beds around them all, then narrow roads (double yellow lines on both sides to stop blockages) ... It’s a grey day and the roads and buildings look like they’ve been rained on very recently.
We move along the road between two of these units, toward a particularly unimpressive and anonymous looking building – and the woman standing infront of it. She’s young, slim, wearing a figure-hugging full-length dress (so tight that we can tell she’s wearing nothing at all underneath. We can tell how cold it is from the twin-headlight erect nipples that are almost poking through the front. We recognize her as our Yorkshire webcam girl, Kimberly. As soon as we are close-enough she smiles, red lips parting to show white teeth, and begins her introduction with that throaty Yorkshire accent of hers.
“Hello ... Welcome to ‘The United Kingdom of Zoo’ ... This week we’re in Stirling, in Scotland, to meet a very nice lady, with a very nasty fantasy – and maybe, just maybe – we’ll make that nasty fantasy come true...”
Kimberly turns and heads into the building and we follow.
Inside the well-appointed reception area – a couple of couches, a coffee table stacked with magazines, and a large reception desk – and we head right to that reception desk, and behind it, looking up right on cue, a sprightly ‘old’ lady. Short, white-blonde hair surrounds a pleasant face, with laugh-lines and a natural smile that suggest she’s spent most of her life in a good mood. She’s one of those very positive people who finds pleasure in just about anything.
She introduces herself with a strong, but very understandable, Scottish accent. “Hallo ... Myyyy name is Ellen Rankin. I’m 60-year-old, and I’m the...” She affects a deliberately hoity-toity accent for this – “director of first impressions”, then back to her regular accent, “Here at Stirling Tech.” Adding, almost as an aside, “I’m the receptionist!” Before completing her intro, “And I’ve got a dirty ambition to have sex wi’ a big fat dirty pig!”
We cut to a shot of Ellen in the back of our car, with Kimberly alongside her, the two of them half turned toward each other for an interview – or to be more precise, so that Kimberly can listen to Ellen’s story. It’s a little unfair to put them side-by-side like this. The old lady in her blouse and skirt, next to the sexy young webcam model in her figure-hugging dress. One thirty years past a prime that was probably no better than average, the other right in her prime, and looking pretty good for it.
Ellen is chatting away as if she has a time-limit on telling her story, “I’ve always been a wee bit kinky, but I’ve never been inte animals ... Never even thought about it to be honest ... Then a while back, that show ‘Black Mirror’ was on ... The first episode, when the Prime Minister had to fuck the pig ... I found myself uncontrollably turned-on by the idea. A human with a pig. I’d seen stuff online about women with dogs, and never showed any interest ... But this was a pig. A big, pink, fat, ugly pig ... It was disgustin’ ... Just the idea of it!”
She continues, “And I was watching it and hoping they were going to show it – and I knew they wouldn’t, or couldn’t, show it – but I still wanted to see a pig having sex having sex with the man. I don’t know why ... They didn’t show it, of course...”
She smiles at the memory, “Funny thing was, I talked to a friend about it the next day and she thought the Prime Minister was supposed to get up behind the pig and fuck it, but I had been thinking about the pig fucking the Prime Minister ... I just thought that was kinkier ... So I went onto the internet and found some stuff anyway. Women being fucked by pigs. Disgusting, ugly, really humiliating ... But I was just so fucking jealous of them ... I thought to myself – if I ever had the chance to do that ... Yeah ... I really would.” She pauses to take a breath, and Kimberly moves to ask a question - but is cut off as the Scots granny sets off again...
“And then I kept finding more clips online ... I never watched your show when it was women with dogs – but as soon as I heard you had a woman with a pig episode – I was there ... Then for the second pig episode, then the next one ... There’s just something about pigs that gets me all tingly!”
“You really can’t wait, can you?” Asks Kimberly.
Ellen shakes her head. “I applied for the show as soon as Petra’s edition was on, her with that pig, it changed my life ... Once she had done that, I knew how to get a pig in my life – and in my cunt ... All I had to do was apply to the United Kingdom o’ Zoo and wait for the call ... And that’s all I did ... And here I am...” She smiles a broad, little-old-lady smile.
Kimberly checks her phone – looking at the maps app – and notes that, “Well, where we are is still about 40 miles north of the border ... And where we need to be is about 300 miles south of it ... So it’s still a long, long, way to go before you get to live out your dream ... How about we use the magic of television to get there a little bit faster...”
She holds up her hands, and Ellen copies – and they both clap infront of our camera ... And suddenly the two of them are sitting side-by-side in the back of a car, Ellen already stripped near nude (just wearing hold-up stockings on her legs) and pinching her own nipples as she looks out of the window, with Kimberly next to her still in her long dress. It’s dark outside the car and both ladies look like they’ve been sitting for a few hours. As the car turns a corner and the ladies lean over a little, Ellen asks, “Is this it?”
We cut to the entrance to a farm, the gate being held open by a man whose face is blurred out (as is the sign on the gate). Our car turns off the little country road and bounces through the open gate into the farmyard.
In the farmyard, the car pulls to a halt and the rear doors open – Kimberly emerges from one door, straightening out her long, tight dress – looking fabulous. Ellen climbs out of the other side, her stockinged feet sinking quickly into three inches of mud.
“No time to waste ... Your special lover is waiting for you...” Kimberly says.
Ellen smiles and turns away from us – the stockings do a good job of keeping her legs looking trim, but they can’t stop her aging arse from sagging a little. It’s not bad, you understand, it’s not cottage cheese hanging down at the back, but it’s not tight either – a 60-year-old arse is a 60-year-old arse after all...
She steps away through the mud to the heavy shed door and grabs the handle.
Inside, we follow her along the corridor – once again looking at that soft arse, the narrow base of her spine, the slim rise to the shoulders, arms out and hands raised, making sure she keeps them away from all of the much in here.
Then we’re infront of her – letting her walk toward us, looking at the ground, treading carefully to avoid anything hard or pointy.
“It smells pretty rank...” She says, politely but firmly, giving our viewers a sense of the room we’re in. “But then again, I suppose it would, wouldn’t it... ? I mean, pigs are hardly famed for their sense of cleanliness!” And she forces a smile for the camera.
We cut to see her as she approaches the stall at the end of the walkway – coming up on the fence, which looks bigger infront of her that it’s been infront of any of our other guests. She really is a little old lady!
“The smell’s getting stronger – so I must be getting closer...” She says, letting her face brighten a little.
She arrives at the fenced front to the pen and bends forward a little to peer between the cross-bars of the gate – then let’s out a gasp... “He’s massif!” Then turns to the camera with an incredulous open-mouthed grin... “I’m gonnae get crushed!”
We cut to look at Winston – the ‘massif’ pig, as he waddles across the pen toward to gate to see who’s come to see him this week.
Then cut back to Ellen, looking through the fence – open mouthed. A little smile.
Kimberly steps into frame and grabs the gate, pulling it open a couple of feet, waving the old lady through... “Step right up, step right up...” She calls, like a fairground worker.
Ellen slips through the gap and enters the pen, nodding a thank you to our sexy hostess for holding the gate open, then looking back to the pig with a big smile. She says, “How are yoooo?”, as she drops into a half crouch, holding one hand out toward the fat pink animal.
We’re standing far enough back to be able to see them both in the same frame – her short and skinny, him much shorter but still twice her size, as he stumbles toward her – waddling slowly from side-to-side.
Grunting as he gets close to her, his snout raised – snorting, sniffing at the air infront of her – sniffing her hand as he gets comfortable with her. Confirming she’s nothing but fuck-meat for him.
She lets him walk right up to her, letting him rub the side of his fat body up against her legs – making her slips around a little, making sure his trotters don’t get too close to her bare feet.
Kimberly asks, “What you are thinking?” and the question seems to stump the Scottish slut for a second.
Ellen bends forward a little, putting her hands on his stubble covered back, stroking him... “I’m thinkin’ ... Ahhhh ... He’s very big, isn’t he?” She says, apparently amazed. “ ... And very rough ... Not what I was expecting...”
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