Coffee coloured skin, slim and sultry. She’s a Pakistani woman with long, straight, jet black hair framing a pretty face then draping over her shoulders. She has black eyes and a ring through one nostril. Her full lipped mouth is never closed, either hanging slightly open with a sexy little pout, or wide open with teeth bared as she grins/silently laughs at the slightest source of amusement.
We meet her standing outside a large restaurant, wearing (or almost wearing) a very British styled waitress’s uniform. White blouse, black knee length skirt. The uniform itself is quite respectable – perhaps a little modern for a traditional Pakistani joint – but she isn’t wearing it that way… Her blouse is unbuttoned about as far as a ‘good’ girl can get away with, revealing a white bra and a good portion of cleavage within.
She speaks with a deep, dirty, Cockney accent that doesn’t give any hint of her ethnic heritage.
“My name is Aliya Tariq. I’m 30, I’m single, and I want to stay that way!” She smirks.
We watch Aliya in the restaurant, preparing tables – her blouse now buttoned up, straight. Neat and tidy. Occasionally saying something to another waitress or to an older man who appears to be in charge…
“I work in my family’s restaurant in Wembley in North London. It’s a nice place, and it’s a nice family. My parents have always been very supportive of me, but they really want me to get married. They’ve been putting me together with men since I was a teenager – trying to get me to marry someone respectable… But they’ve never gone as far as to arrange a marriage. They’re better than that… I don’t think they get that I’m not interested in the traditional life…”
We see her interacting with her mother – a very respectable, middle aged, Pakistani woman in a similar waitress outfit to Aliya.
“It’s all my mum’s fault… She did this to me…” Aliya jokes in continued voice-over. Then we move to a close up of Aliya giving her backstory.
“When the internet was still new my mum didn’t know about clearing her browser history… We all shared the same computer and one time I went on it after mum and the website was still open – and it was just loads of pictures of women sucking off animals and having sex with them… Like I say she never cleared her browser history, so I checked all her regular sites and she was always looking at this stuff when we were at school… And I liked it too. I imagined being in all those pictures, on all those videos. I asked her about it once and she said we don’t talk about these things… So we don’t talk about it – but I think about it all the time! Not just the idea of going with an animal, but the idea of people looking at me doing it. To have pictures of me with an animal on the internet, or on the tele.”
Then we’re talking to Aliya’s mother and father in a two shot. They think we are here to talk about the problems of young Muslim women in modern western society. Their English is more typically Pakistani, broken but each word nearly pronounced in the manner of a man who didn’t live in the country for the first 20 years of their lives.
Her father first, “Aliya is a beautiful girl. I ask her to get married, but she’s not interested.”
Then her mother, “I tell Aliya to live her own life, and when she is ready, come to me and I find her a good husband. She does not come to me yet… I worry that she will never look for one.”
Her father, “… Or even worse, that she might be gay.”
“She’s not gay. I know she’s not gay. It’s not ladies she likes.”
“Well, we know whose fault that is!” He snaps, not even looking at his wife. She seems more interested in looking at her shoes.
Later, the restaurant is almost empty. Aliya is waving the last couple of customers out and locking the door behind them. She flicks a switch and steel roller-shutters begin to wind down over the large windows. Aliya speaks in voice-over, “My father only works until half nine or ten these days, and we don’t close until the last diners have gone home… Which means I’m left here all on my lonesome most nights – which means I get the place to myself if I want it…”
And then it’s Aliya looking direct into camera for our signature shot, a wicked smile on her face. “My name is Aliya Tariq and tonight, I get to have sex with a dog!”
And we’re in the street outside. There’s a small crowd of men here.
We have a special treat for Aliya. It’s not just going to be the viewers at home that get to watch her in action, we’re going to give her a live audience too… We’ve contacted fans of the show through Facebook and invited 20 of them to come along and watch live. It appears that Charley was feeling a little mischievous when she searched Facebook, and she’s only invited people who were particularly fat and ugly.
A Volksagen Passat Estate pulls up and parks outside the restaurant. Its driver is tall and wiry, with long curly hair. This is Bernard. He walks to the back of the car and opens the rear, and much to the crowd’s joy, a huge Great Dane climbs out – almost unwinding and stepping out rather than jumping, such is the length of his legs.
“This is Dino.” Bernard speaks in voice-over whilst the huge dog takes an extremely long piss against the corner of the restaurant. A river of piss running over the pavement to the gutter. “He’s a 7 year old Great Dane. I used to have my wife service him, mainly with her mouth – she said his meat hurt her parts too much for regular sex.” Bernard’s voice is dull and lifeless. “He hasn’t had another woman since she left me, but when I saw your first series I thought I should apply on his behalf, because whether she enjoyed it or not, he certainly appeared to like having sex with her.”
The chunky Zoo-fans file into the restaurant through the door which is held open by a semi-confused, but smiling, Aliya. She greets them as they pass and each of them looks her up and down. Some smile, some look her up and down, one licks his lips hungrily.
Then Bernard walks Dino through the doorway and Aliya’s eyes almost pop out. “What the fuck is that?” She exclaims with a smile. She closes the door behind them all, locks it. We’re all alone now – just 20 fat men, a camera crew, a huge dog, his owner, and a pretty brown girl who’s about to do something disgusting for us all.
Aliya strokes the huge dog, bends forward to put her arms around his huge neck. His head is bigger than hers. “I thought you was bringing a dog – not a bloody horse!” She laughs.
Does that scare you?
“Noooo… It turns me on… If you’re going to do something dirty, you might as well do something really dirty.” She turns to Bernard. “How ‘big’ is it?” She nods under the huge dog’s belly.
“I don’t know, I’ve never measured it… But it’s big… My wife could barely take it.” Says Bernard.
“Sounds like my kind of cock!” Jokes Aliya. She turns to the camera crew. “Should we get started? Can we..?”
She kicks off her shoes, then she’s unbuttoning her blouse, removing it. Coffee coloured flesh, nice smooth and deep cleavage provided by a white Wonderbra, a flattish belly. Skirt next, unzipping at the back, then letting it slip to the floor.
The room is silent. Charley only invited single men. None of these fat boys have seen a naked woman in the flesh for years.
Aliya reaches behind her back and unclips her bra, then removes it. Her boobs sag a little more than you might expect. 36B but surprisingly ‘floppy’.
“My wife used to pretend to be a dog, he usually go the hint.” Advises Bernard.
Then Aliya is on the floor, on all fours, pushing at the dog. Shoving him and letting him push back with his muscular body – his big head against her shoulder. Crawling around, playing at being a bitch – his bitch – and trying to raise his interest. He circles her, and she circles him. He will occasionally raise a paw and slap it down on her head, or her back…
Aliya reaches under his belly and strokes him, rubs his belly, fondles his sheath… It’s as big as her hand. He stops moving when she grasps it – giving her more time to play with it. Just what he wants. Aliya talks to some of the fatties as they watch. “Can everyone see?” More fondling. “If anyone wants to sit down, just grab a seat.” More fondling. “I can feel it getting hard… Won’t be long now…”
The pink tip of Dino’s cock is showing, already beginning to drip the first bubble of pre-cum. She leans under his belly, pulling his sheath back to reveal a little more of the cock. Smiling that little lips-apart smile. Glancing away from the cock for a split second to make sure all the fatboys are watching… Then kissing the tip of the big dog’s big cock. Spreading the wet pre-cum around her mouth like lipstick. Giggling as she does it.
Opening her mouth to take the tip of the cock inside, sucking it. Letting out a little moan of satisfaction – finally, the cock she’s been waiting for all these years. She takes more of it inside, sucks a little harder. Cheeks hollowing around it. Tasting his juices as they drip onto her tongue.
She sucks longer and deeper as the cock grows in her hand. Taking it deeper into her mouth. Deeper. Deeper again… Dead silence other than the squelching, wet sound of the sucking. Then suddenly, just as his cock hits the back of her mouth for the first time, Dino’s instinct kicks in… He doesn’t want to be sucked anymore – he wants to fuck… His first thrusts almost choke Aliya – she pulls back and falls away from him. He follows, his back bending, a big rod of cockmeat hanging under his belly.
Aliya rolls over and pulls the gusset of her panties to one side – exposing her pussy to the beast. He stumbles right over to her, standing astride her back, punching his cock toward her rear-end. His meat way above her pussy. Above her ass.
She’s laughing and giggling, “He’s so big… I’m in so much trouble…”
She gets off the floor and stumbles to a table. Leans against it and sticks her ass out. She encourages him to “Fuck me, big boy… Fuck me… Come on… Fuck me…”
Then he does… Rushing toward her, rearing up and land of paw on either side of her, hard onto the table. The tip of his cock quickly finding the loose, wet lips of her pussy. Her angling her back to give him the best possible access. The tip squeezing in, then him thrusting hard to push more of it into her. Ramming it home. She screams out, a huge smile on her face twisting into a look of pain. An open mouthed, but silent, scream.
The two of them together, her bent over the table, him behind her, around her. She’s gasping, moaning, taking everything he can give her… And he can give her a lot. Something like ten inches of hot meat – as fat as her wrist at the time, even fatter along the shaft.
The huge beast grips her firmly, wrapping front legs around her, pumping hard and fast. Driving her toward the most insane orgasm of her life. Her chest heaving, those floppy boobs swinging with every thrust, her body covered in sweat. Him pushing as deep as he can manage. The last few thrusts putting her over the top, her legs almost buckling as she cums. Only brought back to reality as the animal’s knot grows inside her. Fat and ugly. A grapefruit-sized knot of pleasure and pain. Bigger than anything she has ever taken in her life. She’s been fisted by men with smaller arms than this!
The smile has gone from her face, replaced by that open-mouthed cry. Struggling to breath, that orgasm still rippling through her body. Her reaching back to grip Dino’s thigh, to hold him where he is, because she doesn’t want that big ball of pain to come out of her body until he’s filled her pussy to the brim with his spunk.
She collapses to the table top, her boobs squashed under her. Her arse still stuck out, her legs giving way under her – but still at the right height for Dino to stay buried inside her as she whispers a foul monologue about his “huge cock” and how it is “tearing her apart”…
None of the fatties make a sound, although a few hands have disappeared into trousers to fondle little cocks, a few fat man-boobs are being massaged, nipples tweaked and pinched.
Once Dino has had enough, he pulls away. His cock so well meshed into her cunt that he physically pulls her off the table. She has to stagger, crawl along with him for a few meters until his knot rips out from her cunt and she is sent rolling on the floor, two hands between her thighs, holding her pussy as if she’s worried it has been torn asunder. It hasn’t. And the orgasm continues… Over and over. Her body shaking as she curls up in a ball on the floor.
Dino staggers away and flops in the corner to lick his huge cock clean.
The fatboys can’t decide what to do. Look at the totally fucked Pakistani slut on the floor, or look at the dog and watch him clean that enormous cock.
Later, the fat boys have all shuffled out into the night. Bernard is putting Dino back on his leash. Aliya sits on a chair with a towel wrapped around her. She’s smiling but clearly in pain and still shaking. “That was… Without a doubt… The most amazing fuck… Of my life!” She smiles, a slight look of shock mixed with her smile. “He was so… Powerful…”
Would you do it again?
“With him? No fucking way..!” She laughs, or tries to between deep breaths. “But with a dog… Yes… Definitely. A smaller one!!”
Dino is brought over to her to say goodbye. She leans forward and hugs him around the neck, her boobs hanging down and rubbing against his shoulder. Her squeezing tight to enjoy that fur on her naked flesh one last time. She kisses him on the side of the face, and he kisses her back – his tongue almost as big as her face. One slop wetting her from chin to forehead. Her eyes and mouth shut, scrunched up. He licks her again and she can barely breath. Then he’s away to the door, leading Bernard with him – and Aliya is catching her breath.
End titles run over shots of Bernard taking Dino out to his car and loading him into the back. “It’s alright for him. He can sleep all the way home – I have to stay awake for another hour!”
Aliya in the restaurant. She’s finally caught her breath. “I think everyone will get the message now… I don’t want to get married. I want to get a dog!”
Bernard talking to the camera through the driver’s side window of his car as he’s about to pull away. “Yeah, I’m glad I brought him along. I think he had fun. I’m looking forward to the next one.” He waves as he pulls away – we watch his car disappear around the corner.
Aliya in the restaurant, smiling into camera. “I’ve got something to talk to my mum about now!”
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