The United Kingdom Of Zoo (A Fake BBC Documentary Series)S14E7 - Dorothy Agnew (58), From Skegness, With Renae free porn video
We start today’s show with a montage of shots of life in a caravan park – from the middle-aged couples setting up for a day of reading books and talking about the weather; to kids eating ice-creams; to men comparing the size of their tents; to long-term travellers, set up in a corner of the site (their caravans and cars looking five times older than anything else in the park)...
A big caption appears, filling almost the whole screen, “SKEGNESS, ENGLAND.”
The caption fades, and we’re focused in on a large, scruffy dog sniffs around in the rubbish that is strewn around between their caravans. A couple of young men drink Coke, whilst a third takes a piss up against the side of one of the caravans.
One of the Coke drinkers suddenly brightens up, pointing in our direction and shouting, “Renae ... Renae ... D’yawanna fuck ahr dahg?!” He shouts, pointing back toward the mangy beast.
We turn the camera quickly toward a much cleaner, more modern caravan ... The door of which is wide open, framing the lovely Renae Russell – her fake tits held tight to her body by another of her shiny PVC jackets. She waves the boys away, looking into the camera with another of her deep dimpled smiles and begins her introduction – her accent northern, her voice high-pitched, “Hello ... Welcome to another edition of ‘The United Kingdom of Zoo’ ... I’m your host, Renae Russell, and this...” We pan down to her body, the jacket holding her tits together, then a mini-skirt that barely covers her crotch, then her smooth legs – and forcing his big head out between her knee and the door-frame, our favourite Weimeraner. Renae continues, “ ... and this is Logan...” We cut back to her dimpled smile as she continues, “ ... And this week we’re in Skegness, for a very dirty weekend of camping with our new friend...”
We cut to the campsite office – one of the few permanent structures on the whole site. Inside, tidying up some brochures in the reception area, a middle-aged blonde wearing jeans that hug her big behind, and a button-up halter top that shows-off plenty of flesh - old, extremely average sized, 38B boobs, inner curves on display, but not forming any real cleavage.
She turns to face us, showing off big glasses and a bigger smile – her thin lips plastered with red lipstick, eyebrows drawn on, and blonde hair looking suspiciously dark at the roots – and introduces herself in a bright, friendly, and surprisingly posh voice, “Halloooo, I’m Dorothy Agnew ... Aggers...” She laughs. “And I’m a 58-year-old housewife, living in Skegness, on the east coast of England.”
We cut to a wider angle, and see that the tall guest, is now standing beside (and over) our diminutive 5’1” host ... Even in her stack heels she’s still a good six inches shorter than ‘Aggers’, looking up at her as she carries out the interview.
Renae says, “Okay then ... Tell me your story...” – then holds her microphone out to her guest to get the answer/story...
“Oh, well, where do I start?” Asks Dorothy – then she apparently figures out where to start, and does, “I’ve had a pretty good and interesting life ... I was born into money, I had a good education at the best girl’s school ... Did all the naughty things that girls get up to in the dorms ... Haha ... If you know what I mean...” – images of teenager lesbian orgies are conjured up around the country as viewers think about ‘naughty things’ they’d like to see schoolgirls getting up to...
Dorothy continues, “I went to uni, had a lot of fun there, then married, divorced, married again ... A bit of swinging ... Ha ha ha...” – we’re already realizing this women has put herself around a bit.
“My third husband was a gambler, he lost a lot and we ended up living in a caravan ... And after he left, I ended up working here...”
As she speaks, we get a reminder of where we are – a slow panning shot of the camp, looking at tents and caravans, holidayers and gypsies. “It’s the last thing I thought I’d be doing – and Skegness is the last place I thought I’d be ... But I enjoy it...”
We cut back to Dorothy as she tells us that, “I always thought I had a pretty open mind, and had tried most things ... But campsites ... I have to tell you, out of season, it’s anything goes here ... And the wildest thing I’ve ever seen is what goes on with this lot...” She pokes a thumb back over her shoulder – and we cut to a shot of the gypsy corner of the camp. Scruffy kids and old caravans. Nothing much going on, but there’s that rough-around-the-edges feel to everything as our guest continues to narrate. “ ... Last winter, I walked around the corner and found what I thought was a little outdoor gangbang in session ... But when I looked, I noticed that the men weren’t taking part, they were watching, and the lady wasn’t with a man, she was with a dog ... And I was transfixed ... It was partly because she was with a dog, and partly because she was just letting everyone watch ... And I thought, well, that’s new...”
We cut back to Dorothy, smiling as usual – very animated as she continues to explain herself. “I actually thought about introducing myself there and then, seeing if I could take a turn, but – well, we try to keep our distance from these people ... They are okay people, but we don’t mix business and pleasure with them ... So I decided to walk away ... But I couldn’t get the image out of my head ... The idea kept popping back up into my head, the thought of that woman, gasping away – it was so much more vivid than the scenes on your show ... So real ... Intense ... And the more I thought about it, the more I thought – I have to try it...”
“And today...” Notes our squeaky voiced host, “ ... You will...”
Dorothy smiles and nods, “MMmmmm.” We can tell how much she’s looking forward to it.
We cut to a shot of the aging blonde, entering a tight little caravan – saying, “Home sweet home...” as she moves to the middle of the cramped space. There’s barely enough room for a woman to get on hands and knees in here, let alone be mounted by a dog ... It’s a decent sized caravan, but they aren’t built for space – and with a tv crew, a host, and a dog all crowded in here around our guest, it’s a tight fit.
She fronts up to the camera and begins to undress, unzipping her jeans and pulling them down her slim legs, revealing a white g-string that belongs on a much younger woman ... Then the g-string comes off ... No messing around, no nerves or hesitation. Her pussy is dark and thick, trimmed at the sides – neat and tidy.
We hear Renae asking, “Are you looking forward to it?”
Then our guest responding, “Oh yes ... Of course...” – as she unfastens the halter top and pulls it away from her bra-less chest. Old, soft, slightly sagging 36B breasts are freed – not big, but enough to play with, and long nipples which are already erect, a little circular ring through each nipple. Further confirmation that our posh guest has been around the block at least once.
Renae checks again, “What turns you on the most?”
Dorothy looks from the camera down to the dog, then back to the camera, smiling the whole time, “The obvious really ... The idea of FUCKING this big dog ... With the cameras ... All these cameras...” She stops, thinking back, “Those travelers ... She had that dog with half a dozen men watching ... And he owned her ... And I was so jealous ... On your show, I’ll have hundreds of thousands ... Maybe millions!! That’s a real turn on...” She reaches out and strokes the top of Logan’s head, reacting to touching his head as if he has an electric current running through him. “OOooohhh ... And he’s such a handsome beast too ... I can’t wait ... Really ... I’m really, really turned on!”
“Well, if you’re that turned on, and that keen to get started ... Don’t let me stop you...” Renae squeals excitedly.
We cut to a shot of our guest walking through to the back of the caravan, next to the small single bed.
Then to our host as she steps back and gives her dog a rub on the shoulders, urging him forward – and he takes the signal, moving forward toward the aging blonde – who bends forward and puts her hands down onto either side of his big head, running them over his ears and down the sides of his neck, bending forward over him as she works her fingers back into his shoulders – pushing between rolls of flesh and muscle. Smiling broadly and gasping in air as she feels the power of the beast in her hands...
She makes a fuss of him, then turns to the bed and slaps the mattress with both hands, encouraging the dog to jump on. It’s not so much about getting him into bed, more about the lack of space on the floor.
With him up on the bed, she leans in, lowering her face to his eye level and asks him, “What do you want to do to me, eh?” Smiling and adding, “Do you want to fuck me, eh? Do you?” She gives his head another rub. The look on his face suggests that he hasn’t a clue what he’s supposed to do. It’s often the case with dogs – it takes them a long time to catch on, but when they figure it out, boy are they single minded!
She leans a little forward toward him, scrunching her face up and letting him lick at her – his big tongue slopping over her lips, her cheeks, her nose and eyes – soaking her ... She lets him go for as long as she can, holding her breath and on the edge of laughing the whole time ... Only pulling away so that she can catch her breath and laugh at the same time.
Looking up into our camera, confirming that, “Oh, he’s wonderful ... That’s so ... Wet...” and a little laugh. Then she leans back in, face tight again – lips together, eyes closed, letting him lick her but not trying to join in ... Reaching out to stroke his sides, reaching down under his belly ... Blindly feeling for his sheath.
He seems to know what she’s doing – he stops licking and begins to twist his body a little to the side, leaning into her, his side pressing against her tits – the hairy sensation giving her another level of cheap thrills as she gasps, “Niiiiicee ... Good boy ... Let me play with it ... Good boyyyy!”
The dog is so relaxed, so into the rubbing and the tone of her voice, that he leans even harder into her, letting her support all of his weight against her front.
She leans harder into him, using his weight to steady her as she bends forward, allowing her an easier reach around and under his belly to continue fondling him, talking brightly the whole time she is rubbing/jerking him, gradually drawing it back to reveal the fat, ugly, blood gorged shaft... “OOooohh good boy ... Good boy ... Is that for mee? Can I play with it? Ooooh, you like this, don’t you...?”
He slowly slips down against her body until he is on his side on the bed at her knees, with her still rubbing his belly and sheath, exposing and with a good few stiff inches of his pink cock exposed as he rolls over onto his back, hindleg’s spread, soft belly exposed, and that cock dominating our view...
Nadine
- 09.04.2022
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