The United Kingdom Of Zoo (A Fake BBC Documentary Series)S11: E11: Elle Brown (25), From Carlisle free porn video
We open this week’s show with an establishing shot of the medieval stone structures that form the gates of the old city walls in the center of Carlisle. Two stories tall, rounded buildings with battlements, between them a wall, and in the wall an arch big enough for two lanes of traffic to pass through.
We move through the gates, seeing newer buildings inside on either side of the road. Still over a century old, the lower level of these buildings has been converted into large-windowed shopfronts. Clothes shops, betting shops, clothes shops, barber shops ... Slowing down as we see the familiar big, fat, balding figure of out Cockney host walking toward us. He’s wearing baggy jeans and a West Ham shirt that’s tight to his flabby body. Sweat patches under his arms and man-boobs indicate that it’s a warm day. Walking obediently beside him, his large Doberman dog is completely unbothered by the passing pedestrians.
They continue to walk toward us as the human begins his introduction. “‘Ello, and welcome to another edition of ‘The United Kingdom of Zoo’ ... I’m Dennis Baxter, and I’m travelling up and daan the country, meeting interesting ladies, and introducing them to the delights of my boy Casanova...” He indicates the dog by his side. “ ... And his huge cock!”
We cut to a shot of Dennis standing outside a shopfront with frosted windows and red lettering indicating that it belongs to “APPLEGATE’S OPTICIANS”. He continues his introduction. “Inside this quiet little shop, there’s a young lady who’s making her own way in the world, and says she doesn’t need any man to help her ... But she does need a dog...”
We cut to inside the store, watching an optician at work, testing the eye-sight of a client (face blurred out). The optician is young, female, white-coated, and very pretty, with long dirty blonde hair. She doesn’t look anything like you’d expect a medical professional to look.
She introduces herself in a polite, crisp tone – almost accent-less. “Hello ... I’m Elle Brown ... I’m 25 ... And I’m a junior optician from Carlisle, in the north-west of England ... And I’m here today, because I’d rather be used by a dog, than be submissive to a man!”
Young and pretty - one would imagine it would be enjoyable to sit opposite this young medical professional as she stared into your eyes - but there’s something about her manner that suggests it would be a cool experience.
We cut to the bedroom of a comfortable-looking little apartment. The view through the window is mostly rooftops and blue sky, indicating that we’re in one of Carlisle’s taller buildings (which isn’t saying much, as this city barely reaches five levels at its highest).
This week’s guest is standing infront of her bed, still wearing her white coat from work – buttoned up high, a give-away that she’s hiding something. Her dirty blonde hair is long and loose - swept behind her shoulder on one side of her head, but infront on the other, reaching all the way down to the level of her boobs. She has narrow facial features – pretty without being stunning – her thin lips held in a straight, self-confident, almost condescending smile.
This is a show about women and why they want to have sex with animals, but we can tell just from looking at her that she’s one of the ladies who sees right through that, and understands that it’s actually a show about getting women naked on camera, then watching them do the most unspeakable things – it all shows in that smile.
Beside her, our man Dennis, and on the floor between them, looking up at him rather than her, his dog Casanova. Dennis holds his microphone up as he interviews the young woman.
“You’re obviously a very attractive, very intelligent, well qualified young lady ... Would you like to tell us why it is you’re so keen to have sex with my dog?”
She looks into camera, barely even acknowledging him, and begins to speak to the viewers as home – addressing us directly in a confident, almost cocky tone.
“Well, for one thing ... I want to have sex with it because it’s dog, not because it’s YOUR dog ... I’m a very independent woman, making my own way in the world, and I do things because I want to do them. At the end of the day, I don’t believe that a woman needs a man – but I KNOW that I need a big, hot, cock!”
She’s an interesting combination of cool detached intellectualism, and self-confident sexpot. We get the distinct impression that she’s showing off how independent she can be, rather than actually seeking to be independent.
Dennis smiles, nodding, and asks, “So, are you into women rather than men?”
Again, she barely looks at him as she answers. “Men seem to think that ... But no ... It IS possible for a woman to go through life not needing a man OR a woman ... But if I were to sleep with someone it would be a man, and when I’ve had relationships in the past, it’s been with men ... But I don’t want to sleep with a person, I don’t want to give a man that power of me, or that ownership...”
“But you’ll give it to a dog?” Dennis confirms, raising an eyebrow.
“Oh yes ... Definitely ... I’ll give it to a dog precisely because you and your type think that it’s worse to be with a dog than with a man. You think I’m lowering myself, and being perverted, but I think I’m demonstrating how disgusting the idea of giving myself to a man is ... For me, doing this is the ultimate expression of independence and superiority ... I don’t need a man, I don’t need a woman, all I need is the will and the desire to do as I wish ... And when you’d rather be dominated by a dog than make a man happy, I think you’re really in control.”
“So this is about proving you’re in control...?” Checks Dennis, smirking.
Again, she doesn’t look at him, she just condescends a little, “Well done, you’re catching on...”
“So ... If I LET you fuck MY dog, then you’ll be showing you’re special?” Dennis checks, making sure we can tell he’s not impressed with his guest’s logic. “It’s not just because you’re a filthy little slut, trying to justify her need for dog-cock with some pseudo political girl-power bullshit?”
Now she looks around at him! A look somewhere between disdain and pity. “The way you choose to look at me is up to you ... But I’m happy with my thought process. At the end of the day, I’m going to have sex with this dog, rather than a man ... And I expect to enjoy it more than sex with a man, simply because it’s not a man ... And whilst I’m fucking him ... You can wait in the other room, because this...”
She pulls her white coat open, revealing a slim, tight little body - pale skinned, fatless ... She’s wearing a cute half-cup bra, showing off plenty of flesh (not the biggest boobs around, a nice B-cup, but still a lovely sight), black panties, very brief, and black elasticated stockings. Down at floor level, it’s a shiny pair of black stilettos, strapped up around her ankles. Expensive and classy.
She’s an 8 out of 10, lacking the curves to take it to a 9 or 10, and beside her Dennis reacts accordingly. He’s seen his dog fuck a lot of women, but they are rarely as well put together as this young lady.
“ ... this...” she runs her hands up and down her tight body. “ ... Is for the dog’s body, not his master’s eyes...”
Dennis looks around to our camera, mock-shock on his face ... Holding his hands up in surrender and walking by our camera as he leaves the room, followed by the Doberman. “I’ll fuck off and sit out here then!” As we watch him walk through to the living room there’s a few laughs from the crew at the way he’s walked out, acting like he’s off to sulk (but cracking a smile to show he’s not actually offended).
The camera moves back to our guest in the bedroom as she sits down on the edge of her bed - her slim legs apart, adjusting her stocking tops to look their best (which is pretty good), then slipping her hand down into her panties, her fingers making the gusset bulge ... Working her pussy, warming herself up ... Looking toward our camera - relaxed, in control ... She’s exerting her sexual authority over the entire viewing audience – you can look, but only the doggy can touch...
She rubs her fingers over her pussy for a little while, nice and slow, teasing herself (and us) as she warms up. She pulls ‘sexy’ faces as she stimulates herself ... Her chest rising and falling, still held firm in her half-cup bra, her legs spreading wider.
We cut to the other other room, looking at Dennis sitting on the couch, scratching Casanova’s head behind the ears as the big dog sits patiently infront of him – then beginning to look a little distracted, turning his narrow face toward the bedroom, we can almost hear him sniffing the air... “What can you smell? Eh? Can you smell something you like...? Eh?” Rubbing the back of the dog’s neck, and then sending him through, “Go on then, my son ... Go and get it...”
The dog stands and heads off to the bedroom like a child heading to the tree on Christmas morning ... Dennis calling, “‘E’s on ‘is way!”
Back in the bedroom, Elle sits forward on the bed, reaching her free hand out toward the dog as he enters the room ... He comes straight to her, and she rubs her hand over the top of his head in a highly familiar way. No fear at all. She’s in control. “Hallo there ... Hallo ... Who’s a handsome dog?”
She looks up at Ozvik, behind the camera, and asks, “He’s fully trained?”
Before anyone in the room can answer, we hear Dennis’ voice from the other room. “Oh yeah...” He confirms, “You’ll love ‘im – ‘e does exactly as ‘e’s told!”
Elle looks back at the dog, “Good boy ... You know your place!!” – she pulls her hand out of her panties and offers her moist fingers to the beast. He sniffs them, then licks them – then hungrily licks them ... And as he licks, she looks up at the camera and smirks again.
She brings her fingers back down to her crotch – moving the gusset of her panties aside to expose a neat little pussy, with ridiculously neat little pussy lips – then holds her fingers over them, letting the dog continue licking as she begins to play with herself again. Letting him lick her fingers, her inner thighs, and her pussy, as she moves her hand around – then slips it out of the way – giving him free access to her tight little slit...
She leans back, putting her weight back on her elbows, lifting her knees and spreading her thighs wider – her pussy opening up for the dog, who continues to licks at her – his wide tongue sliding over her flesh, over her clit, making her gasp – a gasp she tries to stifle ... Laying back further – off her elbows, flat on her back, bringing her hands up onto her boobs, over her bra. Moving her hips around a little to encourage him to keep licking ... Breathing hard – gasping, catching her breath, each and every stroke is a bigger thrill than the one before.
Casanova continues to stand infront of her, between her thighs, his nose up against her pussy, his tongue slipping and sliding between her lips. He turns his head from side-to-side, his tongue covering every square millimetre of her gash – soaking her with his saliva as her own wetness fills his senses.
“Oh, you’re a good boyyyyyyy...” She sighs... “Keep going ... Keep going...” She lays back further, arching her back, pushing her shoulders against the sheets, letting her knees fall sideways to the bed, opening her thighs even wider.
It doesn’t take long for the dog to lick her all the way to heaven ... His tongue slipping and sliding in and out of her, slopping over her clit – making her crotch tingle, and buzz ... Energy building up. She begins to shake and shiver ... Her mouth open, a huge smile – loving every second ... And then pressing down on her shoulders, pushing her slim belly up and bending her spine so hard that we’re worried she might break it ... Mouth open – smile gone ... A big breath, and a long moan as she let’s go ... Letting that burning energy explode out from her pussy, through her belly and up her spine ... Her whole body shakes, and she tosses her head from side-to-side. “OOooooh yes ... Yess ... YEESSSSS!”
Almost as soon as she has cum, possibly because of the way she’s moving, or the noise she’s making, the dog backs away from her – his tail-stub wagging as he turns to look up at the crew behind the camera – seeking praise for a job well done – or permission to go ahead...
We cut to Dennis, sitting on the couch in the living room, looking at his phone and smiling. Perhaps watching some kind of video feed from the bedroom? No ... We cut to a shot over his shoulder, and note that he’s watching a video of West Ham’s goals of the 90s. Without looking up, he shouts, “I ‘ope my boy’s doing a good job in there!”
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