The United Kingdom Of Zoo (A Fake BBC Documentary Series)S1316: Margaret Connell (58), From Dartmouth free porn video
We begin this week’s show with an establishing shot of a picturesque marina/harbour. Opposite us, expensive looking houses line a hillside. Below them, the estuary - a wide, flat expanse of water ... Small sailing boats and yachts sit steady on the surface near us. To the side of the water, a wide paved pedestrian area, and then a narrow (one-way) road with plenty of street-side parking, and then a row of old shop-fronts.
We move along infront of the shops, looking in through the windows – seeing cafes, souvenirs, and boating goods ... And then we’re looking right at our host – Dennis Baxter - big and fat, hairy and scruffy ... Sitting in a pub, raising a pint glass to us and smiling.
Down below him, laying under his feet, a sleepy, sleek black Doberman Pincher – conserving his energy for this afternoon’s endeavours.
Dennis introduces himself in that familiar, gruff Cockney accent of his. “‘Ello, and welcome to another edition of the ‘United Kingdom of Zoo’ ... I’m Dennis Baxter, and this is my boy Romeo ... I’m a dirty old man, and he’s a born lover ... And this week, we’ve come daan to Dartmouth in the south-west, to meet an older lady who’s keen to show that you’re never too old for a good, hard, pussy poundin’...” He looks down at the dog, who looks up at him from under the chair, then he looks back to the camera and adds, “From a wicked ‘ound, like Romeo!”
We cut to a shot of a tall, slim, middle-aged/older women walking toward us in a classy day time dress, and with quite a pep in her step. She has a big head of blonde hair, with what looks like half a can of hairspray keeping everything locked in place. A long face, with a big mouth and horsey teeth. She looks like a woman who’s gone a little off the rails.
We hear her introduction as she approaches – well spoken, but perhaps just a little drunk. “Hello ... I’m Margaret Connell ... I’m 58 years old, and I’m a retired teacher from Dartmouth in Devon ... And I want to have sex with a dog!”
We cut to a shot of her sitting at the table outside the pub with Dennis, nursing a glass of wine as she tells her story ... With Dennis nodding sympathetically as she speaks.
“My husband, Robert, God bless his soul ... Was never a particularly adventurous, curious sort of a man ... But we never did anything particularly crazy ... It was just me and him, and we always said that we never wanted to sleep with anyone else ... I wasn’t bored ... I’m quite conversative really ... Or I was...”
She takes another sip, then continues, “We didn’t do anything crazy, but we still had a very healthy sex life ... Lots of sex, lots of the time ... It was like a hobby! It was the thing we did together ... I think some couples play squash or tennis, or go for walks, then come home and have sex every now and then ... We just had sex ... Almost every day, or 2 or 3 times a week ... Right from the start to the end...”
The last comment hits her hard, so she takes another sip of wine to calm herself again. “When he got the cancer, I was always by his side – I would do anything for Robert ... And when he was really bad, and he didn’t have the energy for sex, even when he hardly got erections anymore ... I’d always be willing to give him a handjob, even when he was only semi-hard, and a blowie, when he actually got some wood down there ... And the one time of the week he’d get wood, without fail, was when UK of Zoo was on ... So I associate bestiality, and you guys, with the good days when we could still have fun...”
She smiles at a happy memory, “I told him that when his treatment was all done, I’d come on the show for him – to give him something to aim for ... And...” The happy memory fades to sadness, “His treatment is all done now ... Well, he may be gone, but I promised him, and I think doing this will make me feel like he’s still here watching...”
She shrugs her shoulders a little, looks up at a member of our crew and asks if she can get another glass of wine...
Dennis waits a respectful couple of seconds, then checks whether, “Do you expect to enjoy the experience? Or is this just something you want to do for him...?”
She looks up from her fresh glass of wine. “Ohhh ... Based off what I’ve seen ... I expect to have fun, yes ... I’ve only had sex with Robert since I was in my twenties ... I haven’t had any since he passed ... So I think that, right now, I’d even enjoy having sex with you...” She cranes her neck to look over the table and down below our host, toward that sleek, black Doberman, then adds... “But more so with him!!” And she smiles again, relieved to be talking about dogs and sex rather than thinking about her dearly departed.
Dennis nods, accepting that the dog is a more attractive option than he is... “Well then ... Without any further ado ... Let’s head up to the room – and let this handsome puppy – hammer the fuck out of you, eh?” He speaks loud enough that anyone who didn’t know what was going on, does now...
We cut to a shot of Dennis walking this older lady away, one fat hand on her lower back, helping to guide her...
Then we’re in a house – Margaret’s house - watching the front door as it opens in and she enters ... She acts like this is the end of a long day and she’s just coming home (but she’s been here long enough to let us in and set up our cameras). She walks past the cameras into her living room, which is a little small, but very neat and tidy. Calling behind her to Dennis (and Romeo) to confirm that, “You can come in and get settled whilst I ... Er ... Slip into something a little more comfortable...” She smiles at the old line.
She moves to the middle of the living room and turns back to face us - fussing with her dress for a second, straightening her skirt, adjusting her boobs, etc. Getting ready to put on a show – excited but clearly a little nervous ... She looks around, flashes a little smile, then takes a deep breath, blowing out her cheeks, and then makes her big move...
She flips the dress off her shoulders, then reaches up to her chest to pull the front down, pulling the cups of her bra down too – popping her soft, older boobs out. With them hooked over the top of her bra and over the front of the dress they stand proud and look particularly large and high – which makes her laugh. “They haven’t been this perky for years!” She laughs.
Next - she reaches down to her knees, grabbing the hem of her skirt, and hitches that up, bunching it up in her hands, inching it up her thighs, past the top of her stockings and then showing off her black panties – eventually holding the skirt around her hips.
She holds it there for a second, wiggling her hips and jiggling her boobs – much to her own amusement ... Then pulls the whole dress up over her slim body, up over her boobs – which pull up with the dress, then drop back, sitting on top of the front of her bra, on top of the collapsed/folded cups. Her belly is slim but soft, with a little sag due to the lack of ab muscles – as you’d expect of a woman who’s almost sixty.
She unhooks the bra and lets it snap away, and takes relaxed breath ... Her boobs free to drop a couple of inches – looking more like the tits of a 59-year-old woman now!
Stripped down to her panties and stockings she looks every inch the aging party-girl. Ready to party but in need of an early night!
“I suppose you want me to take my knickers off too?” She asks, already knowing the answer – in fact, already in the process of taking them off. Pulling them down over her arse, down her thighs, showing off a neatly trimmed pussy. Stepping out, bunching the underwear up and throwing it beyond our camera to the crew behind. “You can have them, I won’t be needin’ them again!” She giggles.
She looks right into camera, holding her arms out as if to say ‘this is me’, then asks, “Okay then ... I’m horny ... Where’s my Romeo?” She sounds full of anticipation.
We cut to a shot of Dennis unhooking the sleek Doberman’s leash – setting him free to skip excitedly over to our waiting guest...
She’s already dropping down awkwardly to her knees, almost overbalancing, as she spreads her thighs - then lifting her hands up to shoulder height, keeping them out of the way of the beast as he stuffs his head down into her crotch ... Snorting at her stubbly snatch, licking at it – making her arch her back, throwing her hands and shoulders back as his long tongue slides over her clit...
She’s looking up at the ceiling, then down at the dog’s head between her thighs ... Bending her back, then straightening up, almost spasming from the lightning bolts shooting up from her crotch. Hands in the air, surrendering to the sensation...
“Ohhhh ... Myyy ... GGaaaahhhhdddd...” She squeals, her eyes closing, her head all the way back.
We cut to a shot of her swaying back and forth on the floor, leaning further and further back, bringing her ‘surrender’ hands up to her head, running her fingers back through her hair – as her upper arms rise, so do her small breasts – saggy from old age, it’s nice to see them sitting a little higher on her chest.
Romeo is dropping down lower infront of her, his butt in the air, back legs bent, belly and chest on the carpet, front legs forward, head between her thighs – sliding his tongue over her pussy lips, slotting noisily between them ... He’s hitting the spots just right, because Margaret is already shaking ... Her fingers running the end of her hair, her elbows up high, her little tits jiggling ... Nipples rock hard, ready to pop ... And she’s moaning, “OOooooohhhh aaaaaahhhhhhh...”
She lets her fingers pull all the way through her hair then brings her hands down her body, moving one to her tits, pinching a nipple, teasing it; moving the other down onto the dog’s head ... Fingers scratching the top of his skull ... Pursing her lips as she looks down at him...
We get a shot - looking down over her shoulder, getting her point of view of the dog, his long, narrow snout between her legs, tongue snaking out and into/over her pussy ... With the sound of her moans continuing, “AAhhhhhhh mmmmmmmm!”
She’s beginning to shake harder and harder, opening her thighs to let him lick on ... Pinching and twisting that nipple, rubbing the dog’s head and neck, moaning ... Gasping ... Her breaths getting shorter, her chest swelling larger and she holds as still as possible ... Pursing her lips, kissing the Gods ... Shaking...
Then Romeo loses interest and pulls away, looking up at Dennis excitedly ... Skipping around behind Margaret as her whole body shakes and jerks forward – her eyes and mouth opening in stunned surprise as she realises the dog has stopped seconds too early ... She takes a moment to come to her senses, then cries, “Nnoooooo ... Come back ... Come back...”
But the Doberman isn’t interested in licking anymore – he’s walking around behind his bitch, his hindquarters pumping a little as he tries to fuck the air behind her ... She’s still leaning back a little as he pushes up against her, trying to make her lean forward, pushing up – his paws up and around her upper body, either side of her arms, looking like he’s trying to hug her from behind...
Still shaking – from frustration rather than pleasure – she twists around toward the dog, reaching back to try and push him off, or maybe to pull him on ... It’s hard to tell for a moment, then once she’s got a little less pressure – she leans forward, pushing up onto her knees, bending over and assuming the classic hands and knees doggy position ... Calling back, “Come on then...”
He doesn’t need any encouragement – already moving forward as she takes up that famous position, front paws scraping over her old behind, scratching at her flesh, catching on it as he pulls himself forward and into position – raising a few little welts but not drawing any blood ... It’s a quick and hungry mount, with him finding his place very easily, front paws wrapping under her belly, folding back between her thighs...
He’s already beginning to buck his crotch toward her, pumping at the air behind her pussy ... Nowhere near making contact ... Shuffling his hind-paws forward, trying to get closer...
Under him, our guest is moving her knees further apart, leaning forward to push her arse up, angling her belly down, bending her back, pushing her pussy backwards between her thighs ... Doing everything she can to let the dog at her...
He’s getting closer, and she’s still shifting position – the flat tip of that purple cock bashing against her thigh, her arse, her pussy lips ... Getting closer...
Each time she changes position, the dog gets closer ... Her final move is to push down on straight arms, arching her back for a second, stretching as she prepares to push her cunt back as far as possible, hoping to open herself up to the beast ... But...
As she begins to push down again, pushing her behind backward, the dog lurches forward – and in a moment of perfect timing (perfect for him, perfect for us, but not so great for her), he finds his target and stabs into her...
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