We’re going from our youngest ever subject, to our oldest…
We’re in the kitchen of a neat and tidy little cottage in South Wales. Infront of us, a very respectable looking older lady – shoulder length blonde hair turning to grey, with a few wrinkles around her gleaming blue eyes. She’s in good shape – apparently healthy and not unattractive. Her neatly put together outfit, white blouse tucked into black skirt, suggests that she’s quite trim. There’s an air of authority in her voice, with a hint of a Welsh accent slipping through.
“Hello, my name is Margot Heydon. I’m 60 years old, and I’ve recently retired after a distinguished career in the South Wales Police force.”
She watch a montage of her making a pot of tea, walking in her picture postcard garden, and reading a newspaper by an open fire, as she begins to speak – by the end of her monologue she’s sat opposite us and drinking her tea. She barely cracks a smile the whole time.
“I’ve just been diagnosed as being in the early stages of Alzheimer’s Disease. Very mild at the moment, but my mother suffered from dementia, so I know what I have coming to me. I’m starting to forget things I did last week, but I can remember what I did 40 years ago as if it was yesterday. For example, I don’t remember applying to be on this show – but I remember the first time I was ever aroused by an animal… It was 1981 and I had just begun work as a constable in central Cardiff. The other constables thought they’d have some fun with the new girl, so they made me watch a film and list all the criminal offenses in it. It was end-to-end clips of women having sex with dogs. I think they thought I’d be embarrassed, or I’d run out in tears, but what actually happened was I got very turned on. I didn’t let them know that, but I could barely stand up when it was over. “
And then?
“Well, I never got it out of my mind, and as the years passed, I made it my business to get involved in every seizure of pornographic material I could, just so I could search for bestiality. Everyone thought I was on a crusade – but I was just looking for material to service my fantasies… I never acted on it. I couldn’t take the chance of ruining my reputation… I was worried that someone would find out. I probably had the largest collection of bestiality magazines and 8mm films in the UK in the 90s. Then the internet came along and I could just download it for free. I never got married because I was only interested in animals – and I didn’t dare to share that part of me with anyone else. Again, everyone thought I was married to my job… I was really just too scared to risk losing my dignity.”
And now?
“Well, now my mind is beginning to go, I’m going to lose my dignity anyway. My mother used to blurt out of her secrets toward the end – what she had done behind my father’s back, who she had done… If I’m going to lose my dignity anyway, I may as well be in control when I do it. I’d hate to fade away without living out my fantasy.”
And again, for the people at home, can you confirm for us what your fantasy is…
She looks into camera, and with just a flicker of a smile she says, “My name is Margot Heydon, and I want to be fucked by a dog.”
Cut to outside Margot’s cottage. A car pulling up on the gravel driveway. A couple of familiar figures getting out – Martin and Sue, the owners of Prince the black Labrador from our first series. Sue opens the rear door of the car and Prince bounces out and runs in a circle – happy to be out of the car and in a garden. He runs to some bushes and cocks a leg, marks his new territory, then runs around Sue’s legs again.
Sue speaks, “Hello, I’m Sue and this is Prince. Prince has been active with women for quite a while now. I’ve lost count of how many times he’s fucked me and how many guests he has pleasured for Martin…
They head to the large wooden front door of Margot’s cottage, which she opens before they have a chance to knock. Her face lights up when she sees Prince and she bends to greet him with a ruffle of the head and shoulders. He responds with a tail wag that begins somewhere near his shoulders. Margot leads them inside.
Inside, 5 minutes later, with all cameras ready, Margot is sitting on her favourite armchair in front of an open fire. Prince is sitting on the floor next to her and she is making a fuss of him, stroking his sides, rubbing his head.
What are your thoughts right now?
She looks at Prince as she talks. “I’ve always loved dogs… And I’ve been turned on by them since 1981… And obviously I’ve met dogs and stroked them, and thought about doing this… But it’s so very different now. To be sitting here, stroking this beautiful boy, knowing that I’m actually going to have sex with him… It’s a real thrill… I’m getting wet just sitting here.”
Any second thoughts?
“Not a single one. I just can’t wait to get started!”
Cut to a few seconds later, Margot nodding at the camera as she stands. She strips quietly and quickly, white blouse thrown over a chair, black skirt thrown on top of it… She’s wearing black stockings and suspenders, a suspender belt, lacey black panties and a half-cup bra which supports small old breasts. In her underwear we get a good idea of how well she’s looked after herself. She’s not rock hard, there’s no flat stomach, but she’s very slim, with just the slightest hint of a belly.
The panties come off to reveal a neatly trimmed pussy. Then the bra comes off, allowing those little boobs to sag a little – there’s not enough to them for things to sag too much. The nipples are as erect as you’ve ever seen. Sticking out like coat hooks. Noting that the crew are looking at them Margot instinctively brings her hands up to cover up – then realises how silly it is under the circumstances and immediately switches to pinching them, one in each hand. She never takes her eyes off the dog.
Martin sits quietly whilst Sue gives Margot directions. Margot does as she’s told . “Get down on your hands and knees, like this.” Says Sue, getting to her hands and knees on the stone floor, fully dressed. Prince instinctively begins to sniff around at his mistress, trying to playfully mount her.
Margot gets down, finding comfortable positions for her knees and hands on the cold stone floor and adopts the same pose, being naked this attracts Prince’s attention.
Sue tells her, “Now arch your back and push your bottom out… Spread your knees a little…”
Margot does as she’s told, joking that “It’s funny to take orders from someone I would probably have been arresting a couple of years ago!”
Sue pats Margot on the bum, then strokes her hand up the older woman’s narrow back. Prince takes the hint and mounts her. His warm belly against her ass, his hairy chest against her back… The tip of his cock showing without any need for foreplay. He starts to jerk toward her behind, banging the growing tip between her thighs and against her pussy lips.
Margot is breathing hard, clearly excited about this. A lifelong dream about to be lived.
Sue advises her to, “Reach back between your legs and guide his cock into your pussy…”
Margot does this too – reaching back between her thighs and letting his cock cradle in her fingers. She wraps them gently around the last few inches of his meat – and gasps, “Wow… That’s so hot and wet… And hard as a rock!”
“Wait until you feel it inside you…” Says Sue.
Margot steers the tip up between her pussy lips, pushing the end inside – lips parting, cock sliding… And then he’s inside her. Hot, wet, hard doggy cock three inches inside, then four… Him thrusting it in and out with amazing speed and energy. His front paws wrapping around his bitch.
Margot gasps and yelps, “Oh my God! Bloody hell that’s good…”
He’s found his rhythm, hard and fast, pounding, hammering… Working his way deeper. Margot under him, just a toy for his amusement. Her little titties jiggling as he thrusts in and out, his arse a blur.
She remains there, on all fours, her mouth open in a silent song as his cock works its magic on her.
30 seconds passes. 40. 50… A full minute of deep, hard action. Fucking the living daylights out of her. Her eyes closed tight, her mouth open, her nipples hard as diamonds. Taking everything he’s got until he finally calms down as his knot begins to grow inside her old pussy.
She begins to moan, “ooowwwwww” as it grows – with a smile growing on her face as big as the knot in her pussy. The “oooooowwwww” turns to an “mmmmmmmmm”, and she reaches one hand up to her pussy, finger tips pressing on her clit and rubbing it in little circles.
Whispering to camera, “I’ve done this so many times watching dog’s fuck women… I’ve seen them do this… Now doing it with a dog cock in me… There’s nothing like this…”
Dog jism fizzes and leaks from her pussy, dripping onto the floor between her knees, making a small puddle of cum. The knot is big, but her pussy isn’t as tight as many that have been on our show, there’s no real seal there. The jism dribbles between her finger-tips and her clit, creating lube for her to fingering. She’s breathing heavier now… Rubbing and pressing, the knot throbbing in her pussy… Rubbing those circles, faster and faster, stretching the flesh further around in circles, building up a fire, holding her breath, tensing up, and then…
Her back arching, her face turning red, letting out a gasping shout, “OOOOoooooooohhhh shiiiiiiittttteeee” as she cums. Her whole body jerking and spasming so hard that she pulls away from Prince… Or perhaps he jumps back from her. It’s hard to tell. His knot ripping clear of her pussy, combines with her fingering of her clit, to take her to another level of pleasure.
She rolls over on the floor, her hand never leaving her clit – keeping on pressing and rubbing as she cums. Legs flopping out to the sides, back arching, belly shaking, and those nipples standing up and pointing to the ceiling. “Ohhhhhh God….” She moans. Her body still shaking.
Prince walks around, a little bemused. His big cock swinging below his belly, still shooting out little jets of cum onto the floor.
Margot rolls over and sits up with her back against the sofa next to Martin. Prince hangs around her, still keen to have some more fun. As he passes by Martin grabs him by the collar, then reaching under him to grab his cock and holds it infront of Margot’s face, offering it to her.
Margot lets Martin hold it for a few seconds, letting the little jets of cum squirt against her face from a few inches away. Her mouth closed, lips pursed. Cum wetting her cheeks, lips, jaw. Then reaches out and takes hold of it. Keeping it aimed at her, letting his sperm shoot onto her face, then angling it down to squirt on her little tits, rubbing it in with her other hand. She says it feel nice… “They always say sperm is good for the skin.”
She keeps holding it, doing nothing but letting it drain over her. “I’ve never sucked a cock in my life… I think it’s such a demeaning act… But it’s very nice just to hold him like this…“
Sue suggests that she give it a suck before it’s too late… You might never get another chance…
Margot lets it squirt a few more times, bringing the aim back up to her face… Inches away. Then, nervously, opens her mouth and lets him squirt a couple of jets onto her tongue. Swallows that… Her eyes widening… Then pulls the dog toward her face, opening wide and swallowing his whole cock up in one go…
She only gets to suck it for about 30 seconds before it begins to shrink and return to its sheath but she gets as much fun from it as she can before it’s got too small… She’s still noisily sucking on it when there’s less than an inch left. She even kisses the sheath once the cock has gone from view.
She looks up at camera and licks her lips when there’s no cock left to suck. Then licks/sucks her fingers clean after it’s all done.
She sits on the floor, jism dribbling from her pussy, and talks to camera about how it feels to finally fulfil her fantasy…
“That was very nice.” She says. “I think there’s an almost inevitable anti-climactic element after waiting so long – but I have no complaints. I came on his cock, and I actually enjoyed having him in my mouth… I wish I had done it all when I was younger, maybe bought a dog in the 80s…”
Will you do it again?
“Yes. Yes I definitely will. As much as I can before I’m unable to make such decisions. With lots of different dogs… Do you have any numbers I can call?” She smiles. It’s the first time we’ve seen her really smile since we got here – and it suits her.
Catch-up: We hear Margot’s voice over a telephone, whilst still photographs appear on screen.
“I’ve had a great time since being on the show. My memory is still pretty bad, but I can remember every session I’ve had with every dog.” Shots of her in her lingerie hugging an Alsatian, looking exhausted next to a Great Dane, allowing a Pittbull to lick her open mouth.
Then there’s a shot of the front page of The Daily Mail newspaper – with a headline that reads, “OBE SHAME” over a picture of Margot receiving her OBE from the Queen next to a still of her from the show, hugging up with Prince.
“The whole business with the Mail trying to get my OBE stripped has been a bit disappointing. I’m proud of everything I did to earn my OBE, but at this point in my life I’d rather have lots of dog-cock…”
To date the newspaper’s campaign has failed, with the Palace refusing to make any comment on the private life of any honours recipient.
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