The United Kingdom Of Zoo (A Fake BBC Documentary Series)S13E02: Fatima Katirgoglou (28), From Birmingham free porn video
We start this week’s show with some establishing shots of suburban Birmingham. Graffiti covered brick walls, small shops and cafes - we’re travelling along a grey street, under a train bridge, and coming up infront of another brick wall, this one marked with a sign that reads “MIDLANDS PLANTERS” ... And beyond the wall, we’re moving through a small market garden - collection of plants, small bushes, plant pots, etc.
We turn a corner and come face to face with our host – ex pornstar and self-confessed dogslut, Renae Russell. She’s dressed in another of her insanely short, and too-tight mini-dresses, showing off her fake cleavage and great legs. She exudes an extremely sexual energy. Everything about her screams – dirty slut. And she knows it – smiling into camera as she introduces herself in that squeaky little Lancashire accent.
“Hello, and welcome to yet another edition of ‘The United Kingdom of Zoo’ ... With me, your host, Renae Russell. This week, we’re in Birmingham, in the midlands, and we’re going to meet an exotic beauty who was told a long time ago that she would appear on our show...”
We spin around to face away from our host – and see this week’s guest, tending to some of the plants. She’s casually dressed, in jeans and loose sweatshirt. The jeans suggest that she’s got a decent figure – with a tight arse and slim legs, the sweatshirt appears to contain a decent pair of boobs, but it’s hard to tell for sure. Olive skin and two tone hair – the roots and under cut darker than the outer layer.
Moving close we see that she is round-faced, wide-nosed, and thick-lipped, her eyebrows immaculately plucked to thin lines. Not black, but definitely with black blood.
She looks up as the camera approaches, and introduces herself in a friendly and clear Brummie accent, “‘Ello ... I’m Fatima Katirgoglou ... I’m 28 years old, and I’m from Birmingham – and it’s my destiny to have sex with a dog on national television!”
We cut to a shot of Fatima walking side-by-side with Renae as our host interviews her, listening intently to her story.
Our guest opens with the money line, “I’m here because it is the will of Allah...” – and we don’t pause before moving onto a fuller explanation. “When I was still a teenager, I’d go to our local Mosque, and the Imam would take me aside and talk to me. I thought I was very special, because he didn’t often talk to the girls ... And he told me that he had a vision of me, sent by Allah, and I was having sex with a dog. And that is was Allah’s will that I should do this.”
“How did you react to that?” Checks Renae.
Fatima answers, “I was shocked, obviously ... I didn’t realise Imam’s could be perverts ... I thought he had an actual message from God, because I was still young a stupid ... Not like now!!” She laughs, then continues, “Back then, I thought, the Imam only tells us what he has been told by God ... We’re told all our life to respect him, listen to him, and follow his instructions ... So when he said it, it didn’t sound perverse, or wrong ... It was just his message for me.”
“So what did you do with this information?” Asks our host.
“I asked him when this would happen ... And he said it would be when I was married, and had children ... And I would know it was the time. And I always thought it was a strange thing to say, and I didn’t say anything ... Then I got older, and I decided that he was just an old perv, you know? Getting off on talking dirty to a teenage girl ... But I never told no one, and I never did nothing ... And he never said anything else to me ... And then last year – I’m at a community celebration, and the old Imam walks up to me, and I don’t know how he even recognized me, and he just leans in and says, ‘Now is the time.’ – and I remembered what he had said, and instead of thinking it was strange, or he was a pervert ... I found myself desperate to do it ... And I didn’t know where else I could do it ... So I wrote to you, and here you are...” Confirms Fatima, at speed.
Renae takes this information in, then sums it up, “So, old Imam says you’re going to have sex with a dog in the future, and then in the future he tells you it’s time, so you’re going to do it on tv...?”
“Yeah...” Smiles our guest, very pleasantly. “It’s like, he couldn’t have remembered me, he couldn’t have remembered a 2 minute conversation 16 years ago ... He couldn’t have recognized me ... So he must have been guided ... And who else would guide him? It must be Allah ... So I have to do it ... I have to show my dedication to Him.”
“So you think this is actually God’s work?” Checks Renae.
“I don’t know ... All I know is it feels like God’s work.” Shrugs our guest.
“Do you think you’ll enjoy it?” Asks Renae.
Fatima half shrugs. “If it’s Allah’s will, I will ... If not, that’s Allah’s will to, so I’ll be happy either way.”
“If you’ll forgive my ignorance ... You don’t look like a hardcore Islamist who’s ready to do anything for your God...”
Fatima isn’t offended, answering matter-of-factly, “No? Well just because I don’t hide myself away in a burka, doesn’t mean I don’t believe. I have a very strong faith, and it’s that faith that guides me ... That’s how I know this IS what Allah wants of me. That’s why we’re here today.”
Renae looks up into our camera and finishes off her intro. “Well, there you have it – a message from God ... And a true believer ... She’s not the first to claim divine intervention ... It’s a little crowded here, so we’re going to head back to Fatima’s home now, and introduce her to someone special ... Someone sent by the UK of Zoo, not Allah...”
We cut to a shot of a hefty blue-grey Weimaraner as it scrabbles along the polished floorboards of a hallway – not running, but its paws skidding and scraping on the shiny wooden floors anyway.
We follow him as he pushes through a doorway and enters the living room of the home – and we find a smiling Fatima once again ... She’s sitting on the couch, her body language suggesting she’s a little nervous.
She edges forward on the couch as the dog approaches, leaning forward to offer her face and say “Hello pretty boy...” – then bracing herself, her lips closed tight together ... He pushes forward, his big wet nose pressing up against her mouth and under her nose and he gives her face a good sniff ... Followed by a loud snort...
She’s left with a big wet smudge on her top lip and a semi-disgusted expression. Saying, with a touch of horror, “He snotted on me!” She makes a sad face and then wipes at her lip with both hands, looking more than a little disgusted. “I was not expecting that!”
“Did you like it?” Asks Renae from the other end of the couch with a hint of cruelty.
Fatima looks a little embarrassed, still wiping at the snotty smudge under her nose. She shakes her head a little... “No ... Not really ... But ... You know, it feels very dirty ... If this is what I feel with his snot on my face ... What will I feel like with his cum all over me?” She drops her head, trying to hide her shame. Then looks up again – the look on her face suggesting that as scared as she has suddenly become, she’s ready to continue...
She stands up, taking her face well out of the reach of the dog’s big tongue, and pulls the big sweatshirt up from the bottom, revealing a flattish, wide belly, then the underside of an attractive black lace bra. As the sweatshirt clears her chest, we see the size of her chest, a neat and tidy C cup – healthy without being too much of a handful.
The sweatshirt off, she moves onto her jeans ... Unbuttoned, then spread open, and pulled – shimmied – over her firm behind, and down her thick thighs. She’s not fat, but she’s got a bit of size on her. A strong girl. With the jeans off we can see she’s wearing matching underwear, the panties made from the same black lace as the bra.
She bends forward again, offering her hands for the dog to smell and lick at ... Letting him sniff and snort as her fingers, but doing her best to stop him sniffing anything more interesting...
Renae grabs Logan’s collar, holding him back from her guest as she continues undressing. The darker girl unhooks her bra and lets it fall away, freeing those boobs – watching them sit up healthy and proud. Dark nipples big and hard.
Next, it’s the panties, slipped down her thighs, revealing a thick little thatch of black pubic hair. Slipping her panties over her knees, calves, and then stepping out of them – leaving her standing naked. Impressive without being a model – she’s a powerful looking woman.
“Okay ... Are we ready to begin?” Asks Renae, as her big beast pulls against her grip.
Fatima nods – not the most confident nod of all time, but definitely ready to get going.
We cut to a wider angle, watching as Renae encourages her guest to lay on her back on the floor, legs apart – and she does so, holding her hands over her pussy defensively as she gets ‘comfortable’ – with Logan hovering around her the whole time – trying to get at her pussy, blocked by her hands, so switching attention to her big round titties ... Licking at them, wetting the nipples, making her smile through the nerves.
Once she’s in position on her back, she takes her hands a couple of inches from her pussy, nervously exposing herself ... We get our first view of her with legs apart - a thin slit of pink between coffee brown thighs.
Then Logan blocks our view, pushing his head under her hands and pushing his snout up against her cunt. Tongue slurping out and tasting her for the first time...
A couple of licks, and then, just as she’s letting go of her fear, letting out her first gasp, he backs off a step, licking his chops rather than her cunt - looking confused, as if he’s never tasted this before ... He turns around and walks away a few paces then turns back to face her with his head on the side. She remains flat on her back, but with her head raised to look at him, then at us, a touch of frustration ... Looking as much self-conscious as offended.
“I think he is not a fan of Turkish pussy...” Says Renae with a crooked smile. “Perhaps, if he’s not keen to lick your pussy – you could just suck his cock instead...?”
“I think, maybe I’ll do that after he’s had sex with me ... If he makes me feel good...” Advises Fatima – clearly thinking that if the dog won’t lick her, she won’t lick the dog!
“Oh really ... You’re going to make him earn his blow-job...?” Renae has a sly look on her face, like she thinks the dog is being cheated. “Okay ... If you insist ... But if that’s the case you’re going to have to give him every chance to satisfy you...”
Fatima looks up at her and nods... “That’s what I’m here for...”
We cut to the sight of Fatima rolling over onto her hands and knees, assuming the classic doggy-style position – hands, knees and toes on the floor, head up, wide shoulders tensed, arms locked out – her smooth back bent downwards, round arse in the air, thighs a little apart – pussy presented ... She’s shaking a little – scared, but willing.
Renae steps forward and puts her foot between her guest’s knees – taps them, firmly, encouraging her to spread them a little wider – repeating the process until the knees are about a foot apart.
“You’re ready to begin now...” Confirms Renae, stepping away.
Logan comes back at her – we’ve been holding him off camera as she takes up her position - but now he’s free to make his move ... Excitedly moving toward her rear – sniffing at her arse and pussy again, his cold nose touches her snatch and makes her jump/yelp in surprise. A scared look crossing her face again.
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