We’re in Macclesfield in England’s north-west, in one of the town’s inner suburbs. A three story building consisting of half a dozen flats stands infront of us… We step inside one of those flats to meet our next subject…
She’s a solidly built middle-aged brunette with a round face, a big smile and a bigger personality. Her accent is rough and croaky (the product of a life time of smoking cigarettes and singing at the top of her lungs at every opportunity) with strong local accent.
“My name’s Brandy Holland, I’m 47 years young, and I’m from Macclesfield.” She raises her voice on ‘Macclesfield’ as if it’s something to celebrate.
She’s wearing a white cotton blouse, a tight mid-thigh leather skirt, and black stiletto heels. Everything is tight. She’s not fat, she’s solid – and those clothes are all about a size too small. She likes the way that feels and looks. Her boobs aren’t that big, but they strain every button on the blouse. She isn’t dressed this way for the show, it’s how she dresses every day. Her smile is near permanent, thin lipped and wide.
“I’ve been married to Sean for nearly twenty years now, and it doesn’t feel like a day over 19… Nah, seriously, he’s a good boy, but he’s hardly the life of the party. I think that’s why we work so well together. I like to party, he likes to clean up.”
We see Sean, the opposite of his wife – a skinny man in a baggy sweater and a pair of loose jeans. Cigarette hanging from his mouth, tired look in his eyes. “Brandy is a bit of an acquired taste. She can be a right trollop… But she’s MY right trollop. A lot of people find her quite annoying, but I think the sun shines out of her arse!”
We watch various shots of them busy around the flat – getting ready for a trip – packing a small overnight bag, fixing up her make-up, drinking a coffee, etc. She is constantly leaving cupboard doors open, empty coffee cups on tables, chain-smoking and talking, non-stop. He follows her around smiling and nodding, cleaning up. This is intercut with the two of them being interviewed direct to camera.
Brandy, “I’ve always been a very active person, sexually speaking. I don’t play sports, I don’t go to the gym, but I do love a bit of horizontal jogging! Sean’s not bad in the sack, he can keep up, and I’m very happy with him, but there’s always been something missing…”
Sean knows exactly why we’re are here. “She’s been telling me about her doggy fantasies for years. It’s never bothered me. As long as I’m getting mine, I don’t really care what she thinks about. It’s not like she’s cheating on me – she tells me everything. Sometimes she pretends I’M a dog whilst we’re in bed, to be honest, it’s a lot of fun when she gets really kinky like that!”
Brandy continues, “He’s my faithful hound-dog, yeah, that’s him. When you tell your partner that you fantasize about having sex with a dog, and he’s not disgusted, and then you ask him to pretend to be a dog when he has sex with you, and he’s happy to do it, then you’ve won the lottery, haven’t you. I get my filthy fantasy, and I get to live it out… But he knows, and I knows, that just thinking about it is never going to be enough for me… I need to take it a step further and actually bring a dog into the bedroom… Before I’m too old to appreciate it!“
We cut back from the footage to Brandy in close-up. She speaks direct to camera.
‘My name is Brandy Holland, and I want to have my arse fucked off by a big dog…’ She pauses, then pulls Sean into frame. “Whilst this one watches!”
We cut directly to the pair of them walking up to a familiar front door and knocking. The door opens and they are welcomed by Pablo, with a familiar, low, grunting bark in the background.
Brandy enters the small hallway of Pablo’s home with a smile already on her face, but lights up when she sees Rocky through the frosted glass of the living room door – sniffing at the floor, scratching and trying to get out at the new arrival.
Pablo steers Brandy and Sean into the living room, where they sit – her on the warn old brown couch, him in an armchair. She asks if she can smoke, Pablo says he’d rather she didn’t. The smoke wouldn’t affect Rocky, but he doesn’t want his house to smell.
He heads out and opens the kitchen door, there’s a scrabbling of paws on kitchen tiles, then the sound of Rocky approaching at speed. The look of anticipation on Brandy’s face is a picture.
Rocky bounds in and heads straight for the couch, jumps up next to Brandy and wriggles between her back and the cushion behind her. Not actually trying to mount her fully dressed body, but not far off. She twists around to give him a stroke and a chest rub. “Oooh, he’s keen, isn’t he?”
Rocky continues to lean into her side, and/or climb onto her shoulders. Licking at her face.
What are your first impressions?
“He’s a brute! I think we’re going to have a lot of fun together – I hope we are anyway!” She laughs, turning toward the Rottweiler and letting him his big wet tongue slop over her face a couple of times, her thin lips shut tightly together, eyes closed, face scrunched up – but despite all this, clearly smiling.
Sean sits forward on his armchair, enjoying the ‘kissing’. “Open your mouth, darlin’. Give him some love!” He jokes.
She forces her mouth open a crack and Rocky dives in, his tongue finding the gap and exploring her mouth – much to her shock and pleasure. She gags, coughs, and turns away from him, then laughs. “Oh my Gawd…” She laughs, “He hit the back of my throat!”
She catches her breath, then goes in for another ‘kiss’ – this time with her mouth wide open and her tongue a little out. Rocky licks her hard and fast, his tongue being met by hers everytime it crosses her mouth and slops inside. She holds his head as if she’s in a 50’s romantic drama and makes it last, occasionally looking like she’s about to gag, coughing, then going on, before finally coming up for air. Rocky jumps off the couch and back on, and off again.
“I’ve got to feel that big tongue in my cunt…” She says, hurrying to unzip her skirt and pull it, and her panties down, kicking them off in Sean’s direction, then flopping back on the couch and spread her legs to show off her hairless pussy.
Rocky moves in immediately, burying his snout between her thighs and digging his tongue as far into her pussy as he was into her mouth before. She writhes backwards, laying down on the couch. Fighting with the strained buttons on her blouse, opening it up and then, as she arches her back, unclasping the front fastener of her bra. Small but firm boobs break free – they are the kind with tiny areolas and bullet nipples, which she pinches and twists as the animal’s tongue works her pussy.
And he keeps licking, working the clit, working the lips, deep inside. Fast, hot and wet. Drinking her in. Slurping everything up. And she’s bucking and twisting, breathing hard, her small boobs heaving on her wide chest, squeezing those tits, one in each hand, nipples trapped between her fingers. Face turning red, holding her breath. Legs as wide as she’s ever had them. Calling, “Don’t stop boy… Don’t you ever stop… “
Her body goes crazy. Back spasms, belly trembling, legs flailing and her screaming out, “Ooooh fuck yes… Oh yes… Yes yes yesss….” as she reaches her first ever canine orgasm.
Her body continues to jerk as Rocky keeps on licking, then he figures she’s ready and tries to jump up and mount her right there. She regains her senses and pushes him away. “Not yet” she moans. “One good turn deserves another…”
She removes her blouse, which has been open but not off, and her bra, and throws them over to Sean, who folds them and places them with her skirt and panties which have already been folded and stacked.
She slides to the floor and looks under his belly. His cock is already half erect and showing a couple of inches. She has to taste it. She’s still trying to catch her breath from having her pussy licked so well, but she’s not going to wait for this. She wraps her thin lips around his cock and begins to suck on it. Putting as much in her mouth as she can, then dragging her mouth over it until it’s out again. Repeating that. Over and over as it grows. Each time it’s a little bigger in her mouth, and it takes a little longer to draw through her lips. Ever couple of moves she looks up at Sean and asks, “How do I look?”, “Is this as nasty as it feels?”…
Pablo tries to warn her early on that if she sucks too much Rocky won’t be in the mood to fuck later, but she ignores him. She’s clearly got an oral fixation. And pretty soon she’s also got a full sized, 8 inch dog-cock to play with. It’s fat, but not quite big enough to fill her mouth, but only because her mouth is so big!
She looks up at Sean, opening her mouth to show a little pool of dogjism inside. Our camera angle is from over his shoulder so we can see exactly what he’s seeing. Brandy makes big deal of swallowing the lot. Showing its bitterness on her face as she struggles to get it down, then contradiction the vision, “This tastes much better than yours…” she rasps.
She rolls onto her hands and knees and looks back at Rocky, ready to be mounted and fucked – but he wanders away, highly satisfied by ten minutes of oral action. Brandy ‘stands’ up on her knees, back straight, hands on hips, little boobs standing proud on her barrel chest, nipples so big you could hang a hat on them. She looks at Rocky and pleads, “Don’t you want to fuck me? I’ve got a lovely wet pussy for you…”
Sean confirms that it is a lovely pussy, but Rocky isn’t interested. He walks away and drops to the floor, starts cleaning his still fully erect cock up with his tongue.
After a few hints from Pablo, Brandy shuffles over to the beast and rolls him on his back, taking hold of his big cock and rubbing/squeezing it for a few seconds – making sure he’s comfortable and it’s still hard enough for action. He is, and it is, so she throws one legs over him so she’s half-kneeling, half-squatting on either side of his belly. She holds his cock up and angles the tip to her pussy lips, then opens those lips with her other hand and lowers herself onto him. She takes the dog’s cock into her pussy, 5-6 inches to the knot. Holding just below the knot she fucks herself, slowly at first with his meat.
She talks the whole time, “That’s niiiiice”, “That’s a goooooood boy”, “Is my cunt tight enough for you?”, and to Sean, “Does this look good?”, “Do I look like a slut?”, “I’m his, baby, I’m his…”
She fucks herself faster and faster, using the dog’s member like a dildo. Lost to the world as she pumps herself faster and faster, harder and harder, almost pulling Rocky’s cock off. He seems surprisingly unbothered, just laying there, occasionally raising his head to see what this desperate little pink thing is doing astride him. Suddenly she cums for the second time – pushing the cock into her so hard the knot almost pushes through her pussy lips, squishing them flat and wide. Her whole body shaking and her emitting the strangest, most feral, grunting “yes yes yes” you’ve ever heard. Holding her breath and looking like her head is about to explode, then… Falling back, letting his cock flop out of her pussy, and laying flat on her back on the carpet to catch her breath.
We watch her laying here, breathing hard, wreathed in sweat for a few moments, then fade through to her sitting by Rocky some minutes later. Naked, wiping her face and boobs with a towel and smiling at/laughing with the crew. “Was that a good one? Did I do well?”
Then to the camera, ‘I had a lot of fun – he was really good.’
And Sean, holding two thumbs up to the camera. “Two thumbs up. Great show. Happy she’s happy, I’ll get some action tonight!”
Video diary catch-up: “Not much has changed in our lives since we came on the show. Sean’s friends tease him a little bit, but he knows they’re just jealous. I haven’t had sex with any other dogs, but when me and Sean have fun my fantasies are a lot more detailed. I’m glad I did the show. Really glad. I’ll do another dog one day, but I’m happy with what I’ve done already. And so is Sean. He seems to enjoy our fun times together even more now.”
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