A river flows slowly between the arches of a road bridge. We’re on the toe-path, walking under that bridge, with a pretty woman in a wheelchair. It’s a fairly built up area, and a constant stream of cars crosses above us, but we’re out of sight.
The first thing we notice about the woman in the wheelchair is how skinny her legs are. There’s no muscle tone at all. Her mini-skirt so short that we can see they are spindly all the way up to the gusset of her white panties, which are in clear view. She’s slim, you might even say skinny, but her too-tight t-shirt shows that she has an almost perfectly rounded pair of 36C boobs, and strong shoulders and upper arms.
She is very pretty, although a little gaunt and haunted in the eyes. Her long hair is dyed a shocking shade of look-at-me pink.
“Allo. My name is Lavinia Cabot, I’m 28 years old, and I’m from Norwich in England.”
Lavinia wheels herself along the toe-path of the river. It isn’t the smoothest track and on a couple of occasions her wheels hit a stone or uneven paver and her chair rocks, bumps or turns a little toward the water. She always regains control, but there’s that constant fear that she may disappear into the water.
She talks as she rolls. “I was terrible at school, didn’t have a clue, but everyone always wanted to help me because I was pretty, you know. Even the teachers would fall over themselves to help. Especially the men. I left when I was 16 and got straight into modelling, because I didn’t want to ‘work’ for a living. I did lots of stuff for teen fashion and magazines and stuff… Then I got a job at a gentlemen’s club, lap-dances and stuff like that. When I turned 18 I got my boobs done.” She indicates her boobs, which we notice for the first time are clearly fake – bolt-on jobs. She grabs and squeezes them to show how firm they are. “And I got very popular at the clubs. I used to go home with a different guy every night. I loved being popular!”
“I had my accident two years ago. I was crossing a road, not looking where I was going, iphone earbuds in, music on full blast. All my fault. He hit me so hard – I don’t remember the pain, the only thing I can remember was thinking ‘I can fly’… Then I landed in the middle of the road and realised I couldn’t!”
She smiles a slightly crooked smile. “I was lucky to live. Fractured skull, broken jaw, five ribs, pelvis, both legs, and of course, my back… I can’t feel anything below my chest now. Nothing at all.”
She pauses, looking out over the river at some work-men on a building site. A touch of longing in her eyes. One of the brickies looks over at her and waves – obviously seeing her as a pretty girl in a mini-skirt, rather than as a girl in a wheelchair. Lavinia repays the wave by lifting up her t-shirt to flash her fake boobs at him.
Over the top of this, in voice-over, she continues to talk. “I always loved sex. I loved being sexy and being looked at. I loved to be fucked hard and treated like a sex toy. A few years ago I would have got all those boys from that building site and I would have let them pass me around!”
You used to enjoy gangbangs?
“Gangbangs, orgies, whatever. I was a right perv. I think the most I had was maybe 6 or 7 guys… But I was blind drunk, there might have been more.” She pauses, not shy at all… “I was a bit of a slut really, wasn’t I?” She laughs.
And now?
“Since the accident… Well, I don’t get the action I used to get. My bloody mum is so protective of me… And when I do find someone, they are so bloody nice. Gentle. I miss the roughness of it. The passion.” She reaches down as she talks and takes hold of one leg by the calf, lifting it up and holding it level with her head. There’s no muscular resistance. “I can be bent around into all kinds of interesting positions – see…” She laughs and puts her leg back down. “I want to be used. I can’t feel anything ‘down there’ anymore, but I like the feeling of being rocked around, the weight of a man on my chest, or if he’s behind me – the feeling of my tits being pushed up against the carpet… The only way I really know I’m being fucked is if he goes really hard and nasty! I want to be thrown around and pounded – but men are too shy now. Too scared to do it. Worried they will break me or something…”
And…
“And I don’t think a dog would care. I’d just be a hole for him. Something warm to mount and pound away at. And he wouldn’t be gentle.”
Did you ever think about dogs before your accident?
“When I was 18 or 19, I was doing a nude shoot with an amateur photographer, and he asked me if I would do some shots with his dog – and after a few shots he asked if I would suck its cock… I walked out! Well, I put my clothes on first, then I walked out. But I thought about it that night and had a wank… And I’ve often thought about that, but I was always too busy with men to get with a dog.”
She’s smiling wistfully.
“Then I had the accident, and everything changed… No more wild parties. No more casual sex. I moved back in with my mum and she’s always around. Then last year, your show came on… And I saw all these lucky ladies getting banged really hard by those dogs – and I thought, ‘That’s the kind of sex I need!”
She’s looking right into camera, her eyes bright, her smile genuine. “My name is Livinia Cabot – and I want to be fucked hard by a big bad doggy!”
A little further along the river, we meet a familiar face and his familiar pet. It’s Kevin from Oldham, and his Alsatian, Vader. Kevin enjoys the scenery as Vader pulls on his lead. “It’s been an interesting year for Vader and myself. Once people started recognising the house we started getting women knocking on the door. Not every day, or even every week, but once or twice a month, someone would try to ‘meet’ Vader. I don’t think he would have minded, and I certainly would have been happy to watch… But you don’t know who any of these women are – and I’m scared of being charged with any sex crimes… So we had to just say no to everyone… Except you guys!!”
Back with Lavinia, sitting in her wheelchair, looking quite excited. “I won’t feel his cock inside me – but I’ll feel his fur on my tits, and his breath on my face. I’ll feel him pushing my body around… And I’ll know what’s going on. The mind is very powerful – even with no feeling down there I can still take a lot of pleasure from knowing what’s happening to my body.”
Kevin and Vader walk around the corner from the other side of the bridge and Lavinia catches her first sight of the dog that’s coming to fuck her. She’s wearing a smile as wide as her face. “Hello boy…” Reaching out one hand toward the dog as he is brought closer. He gets one look at her, mini-skirt and spread legs, immediately knows what’s happening and perks right up.
Lavinia talks about her hopes as Vader circles around her chair trying to figure out what it is. She says, “I want to do it facing him, missionary style, because I want to know exactly what’s going on.”
She strips awkwardly in her chair – peeling her jacket off, pulling her t-shirt over her head. Full boobs bouncing loose, pink nipples erect. Slight frame, ribs, bony hips. Wriggling out of her skirt – skinny legs, very skinny. Almost no muscle. Completely wasted away. Pussy neat and tidy, trimmed very short. A nervous smile on her face.
Checking first with the director that it’s time to move, taking her weight on her hands and swinging her backside forward a few inches to the edge, she wriggles herself to the front of the seat of her wheelchair. She leans back until she’s at a comfortably inclined angle, and then reaching down she takes hold of her left leg and manually positions it to the side of the chair, over the large wheel – then does the same with her right leg over the other wheel to give us an amazingly wide spread leg view of her pink pussy. She lays back, ready. She reaches down and fingers her pussy, running a finger-tip up and down between the juicy lips of her sex – enjoying the wet feeling on her fingers, not feeling the touch – as if it was someone else’s pussy, but enjoying it all the same.
Then her fingers are joined by Vader’s snout – his tongue lapping at her pussy. Licking hard, fast and after a few seconds – deep inside her flesh. She raises her head, craning her neck to watch the dog burying his face in her pussy. Fascinated, smiling. “It’s strange, “ she says, switching her line of sight from her pussy to the camera and back again, “I can’t feel anything down there – but just knowing that a dog is licking my… Cunt…”, she takes a breath, a little gasp, as if just saying this is a thrill, “… Is such a thrill…”
Vader licks on for a few moments, then decides he’d rather fuck it and eat it. He looks around for a way to mount her – but he’s never encountered a wheelchair before, or a woman who isn’t moving around trying to make it easier for him. He tries to mount her a couple of times – rising up and planting his feet, first on her belly, then on the chair itself. Struggling to find a position that works.
Kevin steps in and stands behind Vader, taking the German Shepherd’s front legs and lifting him into position – feeding his legs down the side of Lavinia’s belly so they slot through the sides of the chair. The big dog wraps himself around the disabled slut, his paws tight under her chair, his chest on hers. She breaths hard, the feeling of his weight, and his fur, against her hard nipples and round boobs is exquisite.
“Is he in me?” She asks, looking around nervously.
One of the crew turns a monitor around so that Lavinia can see the low angle shot of her pussy – pink, glistening, but not yet penetrated. Lavinia can’t take her eyes off the screen.
Kevin reaches down to take hold of Vader’s cock by the sheath, rubs it a few times to make sure the dog is ready for action, then feeds the meat into the willing woman’s dripping pussy. Lavinia watches the meat sliding between her pussy lips, stretching her out down there. She breaths hard – waiting and wishing for a physical reaction. Then Vader suddenly takes over and starts jackhammering into her body. He’s squeezing tighter with his front legs, pressing against her chest with his furry rib cage. She can feel the chair rocking as his hindquarters pound toward her – and she can see his big cock slipping and sliding in her loose cunt on the monitor…
She loves it. Smiling, wrapping her arms around his back, holding him close. “That’s it boy… That’s it…”
Furious. Fast and hard pumping as he enjoys this unusually loose human. There’s no tension in this body, no fear. It’s just warm, wet, and soft around his cock – and he loves that too.
She’s reaching down to hold his rear, his thighs, holding him close. Wishing she could feel what that cock is like inside her. She looks over at the monitor again, watching that fat cock stretching out that pink pussy. “That’s it boy… That’s it… Don’t stop!”
His knot forms inside her pussy, an ugly fist-sized ball of gristle stretching her out. She watches, detached from the feeling but loving the image. She’s still holding onto him with one hand, with the other she is holding one of her boobs, rubbing the nipple against his short fur. Whispering the whole time about what a dirty slut she is. How much she likes being fucked by his big doggy cock…
Her pussy is loose, with no muscle tone to keep things tight, and even with his knot we can see dog jism leaking out, bubbling around the edges of his swollen meat as it pulses – sending jets of his jizz into her unfeeling pussy… But she’s still watching it all on the monitor as she leans right back in her seat. Feeling him on her chest, his breath hot on her face, her hands on his fur. Watching… “Is he cumming in me..? Oh God that’s amazing… I’ve got a dog squirting his cum into my belly! Oh my God, ooohhhhhh!”
She only looks away from the monitor to look right into the dog’s eyes and to tell him he’s a good boy.
After some time the dog shuffles backwards and his knot just slides out of her pussy, the rest of his cock slipping out behind it, with a gush of his cum pouring out of the now wide open cunt. He pulls away and climbs off Lavinia and she drops her head back down – finally nothing to see, she can catch her breath. She’s all-but lying down on her chair, with dog cum still dripping from her pussy on one side of the chair, her lifeless legs still hanging off either side, and her head hanging backwards off the other side – her long hair hanging down to the ground.
Did you want to suck his cock?
The smiles, excited, “Ohhh, yes please..!”
Vader is manoeuvred around behind the chair so he’s standing with his back to Lavinia, his still mostly erect cock, all purple/red and covered with little red veins, still hanging down. Kevin reaches in and flips the dog’s cock back between his hindlegs, toward Lavinia’s mouth. Lavinia opens wide and takes the tip of the cock into her mouth, sucking gently and letting Kevin steer it deeper. She plays with her boobs, squeezing them, pinching her nipples, twisting them, as she sucks that dog. Her head upside down, his cock pushing in against her tongue. She can’t see anything but his balls and his belly, right up close…
Fresh cum is shooting into her mouth and she’s having to swallow every drop before it runs up the back of her throat and up her nose… All the time sucking on that warm sausage of dog meat… And smiling around it the whole while.
Afterwards, she has been helped upright and is sitting, breathless and lost in happiness, still naked by the river. She runs a finger up and down her sensationless pussy lips – gathering his juices, losing herself in the feeling of what she has just done, the thresh-hold she has crossed.
How was that?
“That. Was. Am. A. Zing!” She says, over-pronouncing each syllable. “I’ve never experienced anything like it. I didn’t need to feel it in my pussy, because I could honestly feel it in my mind.”
How do you feel now?
“Dirty… But like dirty in the best way possible. Like I can do anything I want and no one can tell me off because I’m such a dirty slut… Like the only way is up because I can’t do anything more disgusting than this.”
We leave as Lavinia is pulling her t-shirt back on over her sweaty, dog-cum stained body. Her boobs filling out the t-shirt, nipples poking through the material in a very obvious display of her continued arousal.
We watch with her as Kevin and Vader walk away along the footpath. She looks back to camera and says, “I think I need to buy a dog… Mum will have to help me get him mounted on me, though, she won’t like that!!”
Catch-up: With the confidence gained from her bestial experience Lavinia has re-gained her independence, she has started her own website showing off nude photos and videos of herself alone and with ‘company’ and she has live streamed herself for sex-chat. She’s also bought a 4 year old Labrador which her mother, reluctantly, helps her mate with. She plans to begin live stream doggy shows for her fans one day – but her mother refuses to assist her on camera.
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