She’s wearing an off the shoulder top that shows off her dark skin and the colourful tattoos that wrap around her neck and run down toward her boobs. Her hair is shaggy, mid-length and almost black. Her face is wide and pretty, with a big forehead. She may not have looks worthy of a fashion monthly, but she would look right at home on the cover of a cheap men’s magazine.
Her dark and sultry looks come courtesy of her father, a Pakistani heart surgeon. Her accent and body shape from her mother, a diminutive Scottish nurse.
“My name is Jazmine Albert. I’m 25… And I work in a music shop in Edinburgh, in Scotland.” She says to camera.
Normally we’d cut away to slice-of-life footage around now, but the director can’t resist asking her a question…
You’re tiny… Just how tall are you?
“I’m 5 foot exactly.” She smiles, she’s obviously been asked before. “Tiny!” And so perfectly in proportion too. Small boobs, tiny waist, slim legs (she’s wearing shorts as it’s a warm summer’s day in Scotland).
Now we watch her at work in that music shop. It’s an old-school one with vinyl and staff who actually know what they are talking about, and it’s packed with students trying to be trendy by buying the real stuff rather than downloading it.
“It’s a long story.” She begins in voice-over. Pictures – school photos, graduation photos, staff photos, holiday snaps, etc., flash up as she tells it. “My da and my ma got married in 1992. She converted to Islam for him and then had me. Then dad’s eyes started to wander. More than just his eyes.”
A happy family snap – short mother, handsome professional father, happy daughter.
Fades to a family snap of short mother, and less than happy looking teenager.
“He left just before I hit my teens and my mother got our names changed back to her maiden name, she didn’t even give me the option to keep dad’s name… She was a committed Muslim by then, so she kept us in the faith.”
A picture of Jazmine, around 15 years old, with punky short hair, fills the screen. A police mugshot.
“I didn’t understand why he had gone, or why everyone was calling him worse than shite. He was my daddy and I loved him – I went off the rails – rebelled against everything, stopped going to the Mosque, started drinking, running around with bad lads, started getting my tattoos. Riding in stolen cars. Gettin in trouble with the police.”
A picture of a very happy Jazmine, now 21, wearing a tiny bikini and a big smile, on the shoulders of her father in a swimming pool. He still looks distinctive, happy and very fit.
“My dad re-surfaced four years ago. Came back saying his other family hadn’t worked out and he wanted to get to know me better. He said he wanted to take me on holiday to the south of France.”
A strange picture – Jazmine in bed with her father, his chest bare, hers hidden under the covers, her arm reaching out toward the camera because it’s a selfie. It looks for all the world like a picture of post-sex bliss.
“The psychologist tells me that we had something called Genetic Sexual Attraction. He had left before I hit puberty, and we had both skipped that period of my life. To him, he left a little girl and came back to a woman. To me, he left as my father, and came back as a man I loved. We were so attracted to each other, and ending up in bed seemed like the most natural thing to do. It was the most natural way for us to show each other how much we loved each other.”
“After the holiday my da said that was it, just those two weeks, and went back to his latest franchise family, and I was back in Scotland all alone again. I couldn’t talk to ma because she was pissed I’d gone away with him. I was so pissed with him – and I kind of went even more off the rails than before.”
Pictures of Jazmine at 21, at 22, at 23, partying, clubbing, dancing with multiple partners.
“Once you’ve had sex with your da, and enjoyed it, your eyes are wide open to the pleasures of deviancy! Sex between a man and a woman loses its edge. Group sex, double-penetration, threesomes… That’s where the thrills are. I know I’m a wee slut now. I love it. I am what he made me, and I want to show him just how far he’s pushed me… And that’s why I’m here today.”
Back to Jazmine, infront of the music shop – the window shutters are closed and the door has a ‘CLOSED’ sign on it. She’s there, wide-necked t-shirt hanging off her shoulder, looking up at camera.
“My name is Jazmine Albert, or Jazmine Sandhu, and I want to have sex with a dog on television.”
She backs away toward the shop, motioning with her finger to follow her. We do.
“I’m really buzzing about this. I’ve been thinking about how to show him what his daughter is really like for years. This is perfect. It can’t get worse than this.”
Into the shop, lock the front door, and walk through the aisles of records to a large multimedia area at the end of the shop. Big screen televisions on the wall, DVD players, computers, and a large open space used to demonstrate home cinemas. There’s usually a couch here, but it’s been pushed up against the wall to expose the bare polished concrete floor… And this is where we find Bruno – that scary muscle-bound Boxer, and his owner Drew. Bruno is leaning against the leash, eager to get at little Jazmine.
Jazmine stands just out of his reach. Tease. She begins to strip, the loose t-shirt comes off first to reveal that she’s topless underneath. Her tight little body doesn’t have an ounce of fat on it. Petite is an understatement. Those tattoos on her shoulders run down and join together between her her small boobs, which are firm and round with a little gold bar piercing through each nipple. There are tatts on both arms too, a warrior on one, a dragon winding around the other.
So, if this is the worst thing you can imagine doing… What’s the worst thing you’ve done so far?
She unzips her shorts and pauses before pulling them down. Thinking through a catalogue of sexual chaos for the lowest of lows… “I had sex with a bunch of guys at a party once. Just one after another until everyone who wanted me had had me.”
How many?
She’s pulling her shorts down now, kicking off her shoes so she can get her feet out. This leaves her in just a pair of black lacy French knickers. “I don’t know. I had a blindfold on. It might have been 20 guys, or it might have been 10 of them 2 times each. It went on quite a while!”
Our crew has wired up our cameras to the big screen tvs and all of a sudden they light up with multiple angles of this little lady in her knickers. She looks from screen to screen. We run a three camera shoot because we can’t risk missing a thing – and when working with dogs you only get one take.
Bruno is really pulling toward her now, Drew is visibly leaning backwards to keep him in place.
“I’m a wee bit scared of him.” She says to us, but she can’t stop grinning. She pulls her panties down around her ankles, then steps out and kicks them across the floor. Her pussy is a neatly trimmed little landing strip, barely an inch wide, almost an arrow pointing to a tiny little slice of heaven.
She stands there for a second, one hand between her thighs idly touching working the hood of her clit, finger tip patting that little joy spot. She looks to Drew, pulling the most girly and innocent face you can imagine, and says, “Hey mister… Can I fuck your doggy?”
Then she’s down on her knees, facing the dog. Bruno isn’t the biggest dog on our show, but next to her he looks huge. She’s below his eye level, looking up at him with big brown eyes. “Are ye gonna fuck me, boy? Are ye gonna fuck me hard?”
She starts to walk around on hands and knees, wriggling her bum as if she is a bitch in heat. Bruno got the message 5 minutes ago, this is all for show. And she’s a little showgirl.
She turns so that she has her back to the dog, her pussy completely exposed and unprotected. She’s ready. Drew releases Bruno with a quick pat and “Go get her!” and the dog is on the women in less than a second. It’s instant. No foreplay, no getting to know you, just fast, hard, dirty sex.
His powerful legs wrapped around her narrow waist, paws crossed under her flat belly, him bending his back and expertly lowering his rear end so that his cock is level with her pussy. Jazmine straightening her legs just a little to come up and meet him. Her weight on two feet and one hand, the other hand back between her legs to catch and guide his hot cock into her cunt. She’s watched plenty of videos and she knows all the tricks.
He penetrates her and begins to fuck her hard and fast. It’s hard to capture just how ferocious these dogs can be, just how hard and fast they fuck, when they find a woman who is just the right size for them… This is one of those times.
He fucks her so hard and so fast that she’s yelping at high pitch, crawling away from him as fast as he can scrabble his hindlegs after her. She’s moving away out of instinct, but her face says “ouch” and “yes” at the same time, the words are unintelligible. The pounding so intense that she’s lost the power of speech. Moans, gasps, squeals.
Less than a minute later and his pumping slows suddenly, his back arching more, his hindquarters pushing up right against her backside. And she’s screaming without making a sound – mouth wide, eyes watering, shock and pleasure… There’s a knot the size of an orange forming in her pussy and she’s taking it all. Bruno has all but stopped fucking her now. He’s just standing over her, imperious, owning this slut. His cock and balls throbbing, his arse twitching, as he squirts his seed into her snatch.
They are locked together for a long time. Over ten minutes. After about five minutes she manages to regain her voice and finds her words again. With this big Boxer dog in her pussy, his knot filling her out and locking his sperm inside her, and three angles of the scene up on screens behind her, she looks up into camera and speaks… Almost spitting the words out. “Can you see me daddy? Can you see your little girl on tv? Can you see the girl you fucked in France? Mr Mohammed Sandhu… Cardiothorasic surgeon… Sheffield University Hospital. Can you see me with this big, fat, hot, wonderful, dog cock all the way up in my pussy… That pussy you said was soooo tight… Being stretched riiiiiiight out now… Can you see it?”
She keeps up the tirade for another five minutes – we just show the best bits, along with all those sticky close ups of her pussy stretched out to the limit. With each shot we can see a tiny bit more of Bruno’s ugly fat knot as it slowly works its way out of her pussy, the tone of her voice and the frequency of her yelps increasing as more knot becomes visible until… Pop, slurp, slop… The fat knot finally clears her pussy lips, and the long cock just slides out, followed by a torrent of dog jism that’s been building up for the last ten minutes.
Bruno doesn’t walk away. He remains standing over her, his fat cock hanging down below him, behind her. She drops down and rolls over, shuffling down until her face is under his member. Looking at the camera again as she grips the cock in one hand. “Daddy… Do you want to see me suck his cock like I sucked yours? Like you asked me to suck yours?”
And she takes the meat in her mouth – all the way into her mouth… Her lips reaching almost the whole way up to his knot. Choking and coughing, gagging, but not giving up. Taking him time and time again trying to force herself all the way up to the knot until she finally manages it on about the eleventh try – holding it there, the tip of his cock squirting right at the back of her throat, beyond the gag reflex, so far back that she can’t even taste it anymore. Her lips pressed up against his knot. Holding it… Holding it… Then pulling it all out and coughing, gasping for air. A mixture of drool, jism and mucous hanging in gooey strings from her bottom lip and chin. Smiling up at camera, “Do you remember when I did that for you, Daaaaaaaddy?” She blows a kiss to camera.
We fade through to Jazmine, sitting up on the floor. Bruno still standing beside her, panting. His cock has shrunk from view. She’s idly running her hand around in the pool of dog-cum that’s run from her pussy onto the smooth floor as she talks.
How was that?
“I had a very nice time, thank you very much.” She says, the anger gone from her voice, not just a contended girly squeak.
Will you do it again?
“I will if I can find some guys to wank over me whilst I’m doing it… Or if Daddy wants a private show…” She winks to camera again.
Catch-up information comes on screen to bring us up to date on Jasmine. Since the recording Jasmine has been arrested and charged with public indecency having been caught giving a dog a blow job in a public park whilst several bystanders watched on. As a result of the show her father also had a lot of difficulties and was released from his position in Sheffield.
On the brightside, he has re-established contact with her, claiming that he should never have abandoned her. They are now sharing a home in an un-named middle eastern nation. Jazmine wouldn’t say whether or not they were sharing a bed, but did confirm that they own a German Pointer named Aashik.
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