We’re waiting for our next subject outside of the large grey and blue block that is Croydon University Hospital in South London. A sign by the door we are focussed on reads. “MATERNITY UNIT”.
It’s a cold and rainy day and we can only just shoot outdoors with the occasional spot of rain hitting out camera.
A sliding door opens and she walks out, heading toward us – average height and build but with a large round belly stretching out the sweater she is wearing. She’s pretty in an unspectacular way, with long brunette hair tied back in a loose pony-tail.
She approaches us with a smile and gives us a double thumbs-up. “Good to go.” She says with a soft, educated home counties accent.
She looks down to make sure she hits her mark, then stopping at just the right place and smiling into camera she says, “Hello, my name’s Rachel Quinn, I’m 29, and I’m a data analyst from London… And I am absolutely desperate to have sex with a dog.”
We cut to a montage of clips of her checking out baby-equipment at a large Mothercare store. Holding up clothes and smiling, handling pushchairs, looking at change tables, etc. She talks in voice-over the whole time.
“I’ve always been a fairly conservative girl… I’m the kind who prefers to wear a one-piece to the beach rather than a bikini. I’ve never done anything on camera, not even a cheeky nude… The wildest I ever get is leaving the lights on or not closing the curtains…”
She picks up a small cuddly toy – a soft Border Collie dog and shows it to camera with a slightly embarrassed look on her face, then sneaks a look under its belly and laughs at herself.
“I know how to have fun. I like sex… I’ve just never been a particularly demonstrative girl. I’m not ‘out there’, if you know what I mean… But I’d never even thought about doing this until I got pregnant… The cravings started very early, before I even knew I was. I was suddenly obsessed with giving my hubby blow-jobs and swallowing his cum… He’s been having the time of his life!”
We cut to footage of her at home, with husband, in the soon-to-be nursery. Painting the walls pink. They laugh and joke as Rachel continues to talk in voice-over.
“David is completely unaware of my cravings. He hasn’t a clue that when I’m sucking him, I’m thinking about other things. I couldn’t tell him, he wouldn’t approve, and I didn’t have any idea who else to talk to. I tried to discuss it with my GP, but I couldn’t say it out loud. So I applied for your show… I figured you guys talk to women like me all the time, so I wouldn’t get embarrassed or ashamed talking to you about it.”
Cut to vision of her standing by the entrance to a large area of parkland. Leaning on the fence, watching a few owners throwing sticks for their dogs. Continuing her voice-over… “Since I applied I’ve been looking everywhere. I’ve even started talking to randoms walking their dogs in the local park. I’ve made quite a few improper requests but I’ve had no luck yet. It’s horrible. I mean, I’m really, really, desperate. It’s like an itch I can’t scratch. It’s torture.”
And you’ve talked to your doctor about this?
We cut back to the footage of her walking out of the hospital and giving us the thumbs up sign… “Sort of, yes… “ And a few seconds later, her standing infront of the hospital. “I told her that I’m feeling very horny at the moment, and that I’m worried because my husband is quite ‘large’, and he’s a very vigorous lover… And I was worried that I might hurt the baby. She said that as long as he’s not too big, and doesn’t go too deep… There shouldn’t’ be any issue… So I hope you’re not pairing me off with a great dane!!” She laughs at the idea.
Cut to: Rachel opening the door of a small photography studio we’ve hired for the afternoon. There are various tripods and flash reflectors/screens placed around the room, plus a leather couch that has featured in a thousand family portraits over the last few years. Sitting infront of that couch, with
a big snarling smile on his face, is Randall – everyone’s favourite pitbull. Behind him, on the couch, is his cheeky chirpy Cockney owner, Thomas.
Rachel lets a small smile cross her face when she sees Randall. “Oh, he’s not that big at all…” She says, reassuring herself as much as anything.
Thomas can’t resist, “Can’t say the same about you, can we?” He smirks, “How far along are you?”
“8 ½ months. Just 2 weeks to go!” Says Rachel as she sits on the couch, awkwardly lowering herself down, then leaning forward to rub Randall’s head and chin. She looks a little lost in thought. Her shoulders rounded and her arms tight to her sides.
So now that you’re here, with him… When you do this… Do you think it will be a one time deal, to satisfy a craving, or do you think it will be an ongoing part of your life?
Contemplating. “I honestly don’t know. I hope it’s just a craving I need to fulfil, because to be honest, as much as I want to do it, it disgusts me. I’m appalled that I want to do it, but I can’t get it out of my mind. I need it.”
Is it the sex you crave, or the animal, or perhaps something else..?
Again, she takes a moment to consider her answer. Not so much trying to think of one, but rather trying to decide if she wants to share it with us. “Actually, it’s the cum… I want to do everything – but what I ‘need’ to do is to drink his sperm… I want it all.” She hides her face in her hands for a second, then looks up into camera. “I’m disgusting, right?”
Thomas answers before we have a chance to. “I certainly hope so, darl. I certainly hope so!”
That breaks the ice – Rachel appearing to loosen up a little.
Thomas looks to someone behind camera. “Can we get a move on. Poor Randall’s got blue-balls. I’ve been warming him up all week like we discussed. He’s going to go off like a firehose!”
Rachel looks from Thomas to Randall, to camera, all the whilst with a wistful little smile on her face.
Then she’s standing in the middle of the room, peeling her sweater off to reveal a seriously stretched white t-shirt. Beneath that we can already see the very full black bra. The sweater comes off next to reveal that bra and its contents in glorious detail. It’s a nice bra, and a nicer pair of boobs – swollen by late pregnancy hormones and ready to feed the soon-to-arrive infant.
Down go her black leggings, to reveal pink French knickers. She peels them and we see a thick, dark, tuft of pubic hair, almost like a Hitler moustache. Well trimmed, a good waxing yesterday, she tells us – especially for the show. “I don’t mind being a pervert, but I’ll not be a messy pervert!” She says. Then she flips a shoulder strap off, twisted her bra around and unfastens it, throwing it onto the couch.
She stands there for a second. Not sure what to do, whether to cover up or what to cover up if she did. Big boobs with dark nipples, stretched tummy, but very nice shoulders and legs suggesting that she normally keeps herself in good condition. She’s breathing a little hard. The camera closes in on one of her boobs – catching a tiny drop of milk forming on one of the nipples.
Can Randall have some of that?
She looks down, gasps a little at the thought of it. Outrageous. Her baby milk for a dog? Then realises what else she’s about to give the dog and agrees.
She gets down to the floor and offers the boob to Randall – he’s not sure what to make of it, but soon starts licking at her flesh. She takes the boob in her hand, pinching the nipple, easing out more drops of milk, and Randall eagerly licks them up. She offers her other boob, squeezing milk out of that one too – and Randall licks that too. She gasps a little more as she feels his tongue – hot and wet as it is – working her sensitive nipples.
She’s loosening up, smiling and giggling as she offers him first one nipple, then the other, as she milks herself. Randall meanwhile is getting increasingly agitated, snuffling, licking, even nipping her her breasts. His front paws landing on her thighs, even on her round belly, as he tries to get a better angle at her boobs. She’s enjoying this – but it isn’t great tv… So we suggest that she moves onto some real action.
Suck or fuck?
“I better fuck him first,” she says, “because if I get his cock in my mouth it won’t do anything else!”
She looks around for a good position to be taken in – then shuffles around and positions herself so that she is leaning on the couch, taking her weight on her elbows, with her big boobs and stretched belly hanging down – arse in the air, pussy exposed between her slim thighs – begging for attention. Randall is already in a licky mood – and he immediately buries his face into the crack of her arse, licking the crack, her arsehole, and down the cleft to the bottom of her pussy. He tastes her pussy juice and goes nuts… She gasps as his tongue delves inside and he works along the crack, his cold nose between her pussy lips, and his tongue reaches down to the top of her pussy, and starts working her clit.
Before she can get any lasting pleasure from his tongue, Randall’s instincts kick in and he mounts her rear. He begins pumping his cock at her rear end right away – the tip soon rubbing against her inner thighs, her bum, then her pussy lips as he seeks the right spot…
Then, somewhere within a series of high speed pelvic thrusts, he’s suddenly in her pussy. She gasps as his hot, hard cock slides into her, then gasps again as a high speed, frantic fucking begins. The dog hammering into her pussy from behind. She bites her lip and suppresses the desire to squeal as he fucks her furiously.
His front paws are digging into her midriff, his chin on her back, hindpaws scraping her calves and thighs as he tries to get even closer to her. Hard cock filling her pussy. She’s gritting her teeth, not smiling. He’s drooling on her back and grunting with each thrust. At first the grunting is cute and amusing, but as the fuck goes on it becomes almost annoying.
We move to the side angle to catch a perfect wide shot that shows her round boobs and round belly hanging down, and her round ass supporting this muscular mean looking little dog. He’s pounding hard and fast into her, and she’s taking everything he’s got – titties jiggling, teeth bared, a little moaning sound – somewhere between pain and disgust – clearly audible behind Randall’s annoying grunting and the wet slap-squash sound of his cock in her hungry cunt.
Randall suddenly stops, raising his head a little from her back and pushing his hindquarters extra hard against her. Rachel twists her face up, trying to control the pain as the dog’s big knot swells to full size and fills her pussy out the max. She still doesn’t speak… Just soaks it up silently – but her expression says it all. There’s pain, disgust, pleasure, perversion. She’s loving what she’s doing but she’s disgusted by it too.
“He’s cumming in her – look…” Says Thomas, pointing at Randall’s twitching rear end. The dog standing as still as he can, so the only thing we can see moving are his balls and arsehole as he squirts his seed into this willing slut. Meanwhile, she focusses on controlling her breathing.
You’ve got a dog ejaculating inside your pussy… How does that feel?
She turns her head to look into camera, a semi-blank expression on her face, and almost whispers, “It’s nice… It feels warm…” She pauses. “I really want to taste it though… I don’t want it all in my belly…”
“Not until she’s swallowed it anyway…” Jokes Thomas – and she smiles for the first time in a while.
She suddenly gasps a little as the dog shifts backwards, his knot half popping out of her pussy. Mouth open, eyes closed, taking little short gasps of air as she soaks up the pain and humiliation of having a dog’s cock in her body, on camera. It’s very quiet. Then…
A squelching, farting sound as the knot pulls free of her flesh. The ever reliable Charley, our young production assistant, jumps in from behind camera with a Champagne flute and places it under Rachel’s pussy just in time to catch the stream of dog-spunk that pours out as Randall pulls free. His fat cock flopping free. He stumbles backwards – ready to walk away but Rachel reaches back and grabs him by the collar and stops him leaving – she’s not finished with him yet.
As Charley continues to collect spunk from her pussy, Rachel moves around so that he head is behind Randall. She reaches under his belly and flips his big cock out between his hindlegs – then quickly takes it into her mouth, her eyes rolling back in pleasure as she closes her lips around it and tastes dog cum for the first time. She lets out a low moan of pleasure as months of pent-up frustration pours out of her body. She starts sucking on the hard cock, moving her mouth up and down the shaft, the tip in the back of her mouth. Little jets of cum still shooting out down the back of her throat, and her swallowing it all.
Meanwhile, Charley is running the rim of the glass along Rachel’s pussy lips gathering the last few drops. Rachel shivers as the cool glass runs over her sensitive skin, but never stops sucking on that glorious animal meat.
We cut away to a shot of Charley holding the Champagne glass which is almost half-full of running cloudy dog-cum. She holds it slightly away from her, clearly not wanting to get too close.
When we return to Rachel she is holding Randall’s cock infront of her face, it’s already shrinking, but the tip still glistens, and she is flicking the tip of her tongue over it. Smiling for real now. Happy she’s here. Once the cock is too small to enjoy she leaves go and sits back to catch her breath… Then Charley leans in to hand over the glass. “And this… Is for you…” She says in her shy Manchester accent, as she hands the glass over to a very excited looking pregnant slut.
Rachel looks from the glass to the camera, right down the lens, then brings the glass to her mouth, slowly sniffs the contents, and smiles. There’s a long pause whilst she builds up the tension… Then she drinks it all into her mouth in one go, two big swallows to make sure nothing spills out. Tipping her head back, her mouth open, and tipping the glass upside down to let the last few drops drip down into her. Swallowing after each drop. Savouring every drip. Then breaking the moment by laughing out loud.
Afterwards, as she uses a towel to wipe sweat and cum from her face, Rachel says “That was everything I hoped it would be… And that Champagne glass was a great touch, it was amazing to drink dog cum and know it was from my own vagina!”
And the sex?
She thinks for a moment. “What can I say? I ‘almost’ came… Almost. It was very nice.”
No orgasm though, is that a disappointment?
“No, I’ve got a belly full of dog-cum, what more could a girl want?” She laughs to herself.
So you’ll do it again?
“You know what..? If I can figure out a way to get a couple of shots of that lovely salty cum without having to have the sex, or suck a cock, I’ll buy that stuff until I’m old and grey!”
How do you think your husband will feel about all of this?
Her smile begins to fade. “Oh, I suppose I’ll have to tell him before the show is on tv. I’m sure we’ll figure things out. I mean, it’s a pregnancy craving, isn’t it? It’s not like I can do anything about it, is it? He’ll be okay… I mean, he’s not going to leave us over something like that, is he?” She half laughs, but it’s not convincing.
Probably not… And everything else is ‘okay’?
Rachel rubs her hand around in a circle on her naked belly. “Yes, she slept through the whole thing.”
When she’s older, she’ll probably end up finding this on google… What will you tell her?
The half-smile leaves Rachel’s face completely as she thinks about this. There’s a long pause as what she’s just done sinks in… “I suppose… I’ll just have to deal with that… Later….”
We fade out on her very confused face.
Catch-up: Shots of an exhausted looking Rachel in a hospital bed holding a beautiful little baby girl. Husband beside her looking over the moon.
A caption appears on screen saying, “Rachel gave birth to a healthy baby-girl two days after we filmed her scene. David moved out of the family home two days after her episode was broadcast. Rachel says they are working through their problems. David says that he can’t live with a woman who sucks dog’s cocks.
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