In the opulent master bedroom of an up-market home.
Shoulder length shaggy blonde hair and huge white toothed smile. What she lacks in looks she makes up for with sheer pleasantness. That’s not to say she’s unattractive, but she’s definitely a decade (or two) out of her prime.
When she speaks it’s with the friendly, twisted accent of a foreigner – a Swede to be precise.
“Allo. My name ish Frida Forsberg-Carr, originally from Stockholm, Sweden, now married and living in Hounslow in London, and I’m 53 years old.“
Cut to full length footage of Frida trying on lingerie infront of a mirror. For 53 she looks very good. Perhaps a little skinny, bony in the hips, small breasts sitting in the cup of her bra rather than filling them. She continues to speak, now in voice-over, as she poses in a skimpy black lacy bra and panty set first. Looking in that mirror and making sure she still looks good.
“My husband said he had to marry a Swede because English girls aren’t dirty enough…” She smiles. “Then I see your show and how dirty the English girls can be – and I thought, I have to do better!”
Cut to her in a red basque, those small boobs pushed up and together. Looking very presentable. A red g-string highlights the lean tops of her thighs and hips. She turns one way and then the other to show herself off.
“I think I look very good for my age, yes? I like to stay special for my husband.”
Cut to her husband, Jason – a smug looking businessman in his late 50s. He’s balding, but the hair he’s got is immaculately styled and gelled. The top couple of buttons of his shirt undone to show off a broad chest full of hair. Big rings on his fingers. He loves himself.
“She’s an amazing woman. When we first met, I thought she was a one-night-stand… She behaved the way a woman does on a one-night-stand… Filthy. No shame. Then the second night she was the same. And every day, every week, every year since – she’s always been a one-night-stand girl. She’s amazing. I love her.”
We pull back to reveal that he’s sitting on a couch at the end of the huge bedroom in which she’s trying on her lingerie. Now wearing a white low-cut teddy. Her boobs sagging within, but everything else looking great. When he says “I love her” she smiles and totters over to him to wrap her arms around his shoulders from behind, and plant a kiss on the top of his head. As she wraps her arms around him we see a few signs of her age – the flesh under her arms isn’t quite as tight as it used to be, neither are her buttocks. Again, excellent for 53, but after last week’s teenager, it’s not perfect.
Cut back to her at the mirror it yet another sexy outfit. French knickers and a half-cup bra. She’s trying to adjust her small boobs in the cups to give herself some cleavage. Talking to the camera via the mirror.
“He didn’t ask me to do this… I saw the look in his eye and I knew I had to do it whether I wanted to or not.”
And did you want to?
She pauses, then turns to look into camera. “As I said, I’m much dirtier that the English girls… So what do you think?” She laughs to herself.
Cut to Jason, that arrogant prick of a husband, still on the couch. “I’m a very successful man. I’ve got temptation all around me – I do business in Berlin, Paris, New York, and here in London… I could have a young woman in every city, but this is special kind of a woman. Why would I want to be with anyone else?”
Cut to: Frida looking straight into camera. Lots of red lipstick, white teeth behind it.
“My name is Frida Carr… I’m 53 years old, and I want to be fucked by a big, bad, doggy whilst he (she points at her husband) tells me what a slut I am!”
Cut to: The front door of their home. It opens toward us and a solid little pitbull staggers in, pulling his smiling owner, Thomas, behind him. “Easy boy… I think he knows what’s up. As soon as he saw the cameras he started to pull like crazy. I think he knows you…” The last comment is directed off camera to one of our production staff.
Randall is allowed to lead Thomas up a wide staircase that leads to the home’s bedrooms.
In the master bedroom, Randall enters to the sight of a very fit Frida, still posing infront of the mirror, topless with nothing but a g-string and high-heels on. She has her hands over her small tits. When Randall enters she drops to her knees and hold out her arms to welcome him. Her small boobs sag a little, but are still inviting in a cute way.
“Hallo boy…” She says, “… come and give me some hug.”.
The dog is allowed to rush over to her and she gives him an over the top hug. Holding him loose but close. He licks at her flesh, and she gets an idea… Cupping a breast and offering it to him – leading with the nipple. Randall doesn’t seem too interested, so Frida spits on it – a line of saliva hanging down from her pursed lips, which she steers onto the breast and nipple… Randall licks it like it’s cream and Frida arches her back, partly from the nice sensations, but mainly because she wants to look good on camera.
Jason is still sat back on the couch, smugly watching his wife in action as she cups the other breast and drools saliva down onto that one too… Randall enthusiastically licks at the second boob, producing a second back arch and a little moan from the Swede.
She leans forward and lowers her head to offer him her mouth, opening up to offer her tongue… Mistake… Randall licks and nips at her, almost catching her tongue and she is forced to recoil in surprise. “Aaahhh, not kissing I think!” She laughs, half in shock as she falls on her back, with her legs apart…
Randall heads straight between her legs – his nose right to the gusset of her g-string, snuffling and licking at the material. Right into the fold at the top of her inner thigh… Giggling, she reaches down and pulls the gusset to one side, exposing her pink pussy lips – and the dog doesn’t waste a second. Licking, licking, and licking some more.
She’s loving it. Every fast, hot, wet tongue swipe. His tongue exploring every millimetre of her soft, warm, pink, cunt. The dog is clearly enjoying it too. The taste. The smell. The way that pink lady wriggles, moans and giggles under his onslaught.
Jason sits back, a little smirk on his face as his wife has her pussy licked by the little muscly dog.
Frida has her legs spread so wide, her pussy so exposed, and the dog’s snout right up there. His tongue darting in and out of her. Her back arching, her chest heaving, mouth open and struggling to get a lung full of air… Her heart thumping, struggling for breath… Tongue on pussy… Tongue in pussy… Tongue all around pussy… Her bucking her hips, writhing… And suddenly spasming as an orgasm rolls through her body, from her pussy, through her belly, her chest… She grabs her tits and squeezes them hard, then…. “Ffffuuuuuuuuaaaaarrrrrkkkkkkkk!”
She jams her thighs together, pushing the dog away, protecting her over sensitive snatch. She rolls over to catch her breath. Still shivering with the afterglow of her orgasm.
Jason sits forward, “Okay now dear, you’ve had your fun… I think it’s time for him to have his…”
Frida sits up with a smile on her face, and a warm glow all over. She reaches out and begins stroking the dog without looking away from her husband.
One hand slipping down under the dog, stroking his belly and then his sheath as she keeps her eyes locked on Jason’s. Her other hand still stroking the dog’s side. She snarls a smile at him, starts talking dirty with her strong accent. “You like? You like this? You like me playing with a dog…” As she speaks the dog’s lipstick cock-tip makes its first appearance – her fingers find it and she takes the dirty talk up a notch. “You like me playing with his cock? Doggy cock in my hand… It feels so hot, and hard…”
It’s growing in her hand the whole time she’s talking and jerking. The dog standing there almost impassively.
Jason encourages her to jerk it faster, make it grow… She smile, an excited little smile, and jerks it faster. Her whole arm moving as she gets some speed work going. She’s on her knees, the dog beside her. Jerking his cock in its sheath, jerking it out of its sheath. She’s having fun.
The cock is sticking a few inches outside the sheath now, shining, swelling and a strange purple/white colour. She looks under the dog’s low belly and licks her lips, toward Jason, a little obviously. He says, “You can give him a little suck first, if you like.”
Her smile broadens, she looks away from Jason and into the camera lens. “He knows I’ve wanted to suck a dog’s cock for a long time… It’s very dirty. Very dirty…”
And suddenly she’s bent under the dog, her head under his belly. Her tongue against the end of his cock, another smile, and then all of a sudden she’s swallowing the whole thing deep into her mouth in one ‘bite’. She makes sure she keeps a clear line of sight so her husband can see her working the dog’s cock with her mouth. Watching as he smiles as the action.
She sucks the cock as deep into the back of her throat as she can. Four inches of animal meat, growing fast to five inches, then six, as she sucks it like a pro. Sucking it all the way into the back of her throat until she gags. Choking herself for a couple of seconds, then pulling it out so she can catch a breath. Spitting out bitter spunk and then going back for some more.
She’s got one hand wrapped around the base of the dog’s cock, the other going from one tits to the other, squeezing hard, pulling on her nipples as she continues to suck on that hard dog cock.
She alternates her view from Jason to the camera, smiling around the cock every time she realises what everyone is watching her do. Giggling to herself, laughing to us. Taking more of that bitter watery jism in her mouth, then pulling the cock out again and letting the dogsperm dribble off her bottom lip.
“I think it’s time to get this big boy inside me now…” She purrs to camera.
She rolls onto her hands and knees, crawls away, to the middle of the room, right infront of Jason. The camera crew moves into position, getting the best angles for the action. She puts her tits down on the carpet, her pale arse up in the air.
Randall doesn’t need an invitation. He rises up behind her, his strong legs wrapping around her, his hips jabbing at her. His hard cock jabbing between her thighs, at her pussy, getting closer. He stumbles forward, gripping her tighter, cock getting closer to her pussy… Her reaching back between her thighs with one hand, fingers opening up her pussy lips, inviting an invasion…
Then he hits his target. His hard cock sliding right into her. Not just the tip, the whole thing in one go, buried all the way inside her cunt. Frida lets out an immediate laugh, a gasp, a giggle, as the dog begins to hammer at her from behind. “OOoohhhh, that’s niiiiiccceeeee.” She gasps, her breathing ragged, little gasps as the dog jerks in and out of her. Fat cock in and out. Hot and slippery.
Frida gasping and swearing as the dog takes over, picking up speed – getting intense. A look of concentration on his face to match the open-mouthed passion on hers. He fucks her as hard as she’s been fucked in a long time. She can’t catch her breath. She’s lost in the intensity of it all. No longer looking up at Jason, or giving the camera any attention. She’s just gasping and turning red, straining against the pounding in her pussy.
Jason watches on, a look of bemused fascination on his face. He encourages her to “Take it, take it like the fucking whore you are!” Rubbing his crotch as he watches.
Frida’s gasps turn into groans as the dog stops fucking her and rests his head on her back. His tongue slightly out. A close up shows that his cock is still jammed into her pussy – her flesh stretched around his knot. His little arse is twitching and his balls pulsing.
Her mouth is hanging open – her breathing more even now. Moving her lips back against the dog, he boobs squashed against the carpet, one hand between her legs, fingers on her clit… Occasionally touching the base of his cock shaft, just to remind her what’s in her cunt. The dog on her back, resting as she sighs, “He’s cumming inside me… I can feel him shooting his load into my belly…”
Jason watching over the action, trying to act as if he’s not blown out of his mind. “Oh you dirty dirty whore… You fucking love that dog cock, don’t you, whore?”
She looks up at her husband and nods without saying anything. Just breathing hard.
The pitbull begins to lose interest in his human whore, pulling away and moving sideways off her back with a difficult, twisting move that makes her cry out for a second and ends with him facing away from her, butt-to-butt, still locked together by his fat knot.
From an angle above the action we can see the way they are locked together. Tied. A tube of sex from his panting mouth, right through to her gasping, smiling, moaning mouth.
Jason tries to look cool at what he’s seeing, but can’t resist any longer. He unzips his trousers and pulls out his cock. It’s hard, very average to look at, but ready for action. He moves to the edge of the couch, right infront of his wife’s face, and she obliges – taking it into her mouth as willingly as she took the dog’s cock before. Jason places a hand on the back of her head and starts ‘helping’ her to bounce her face on his cock, then leans forward so that he can see where the dog’s cock is still locked into his wife’s cunt.
Now Frida is using her deep throat technique on her husband instead of the dog. Leaning forward to get up and over it so she can push it deep – in process raising her arse in the air, almost lifting the mean dog up in the air by his cock. Front paws on the floor, hindpaws in the air, knot pulling hard on her pussy… She’d be crying out from the pain of the strain if she wasn’t already gagging herself on her husband’s cock. She pushes her head down extra hard on it, and Jason holds the back of her head tighter, holding that pressure for a few seconds as she struggles for air…
Choking for air, the pain from her pussy building and building until the exquisite moment of release as the beast’s fat cock pulls free of her cunt and slops out. Extreme pain, then immediate relief. She cries out around Jason’s cock, coughing and pulling her head back hard enough to break his grip. Coming up for air with a red face and a huge white toothed smile. Her make-up smeared, her hair a mess. She looks a real picture as she gasps for air and laughs.
“Wow… That was really something…”
Jason is sitting back, watching her, watching the dog stagger around with it’s erection almost dragging on the floor… He’s thinking about whether he’d rather have her suck the dog off again, or finish him off…
A few seconds later, he’s kneeling on the floor holding Randall next to him. Randall’s cock is swung out between his rear legs, sticking out next to his own. Frida is on laid out on her back infront of them both, her head under their cocks, her mouth open. Angling her head back so that she can feed the dog’s cock into it whilst she wanks Jason, then switching cocks so that she’s sucking her husband off and fondling the dog. She’s writhing on the floor – with a cock in each hand she can’t play with her pussy, and Jason is too busy holding Randall in place.
Each time she draws the dog’s cock from her mouth she tries to spit his cum onto Jason’s cock, and each time is backfires falling onto her face – but she keeps going. Finally, Jason gasps and moans that “I’m cumming”, and she opens wide and jerks him off into her mouth and over her tits… Splattering man-fat over her tongue, lips, chin, neck, and tits…
Jason releases Randall as the orgasm shakes him, and the dog pulls away, turns and immediately starts cleaning Frida up. Licking Jason’s cum off her tits, neck, chin, then lips – her keeping her mouth open so that the dog can lick all of her man’s cum from inside. Tongue against tongue. Hot as hell.
She smiles into camera and tries to catch her breath as we fade to black.
End credits begin and we cut to video diary update. Frida talking direct to camera, still looking very glamorous, very blonde, and quite upbeat.
“The show was a great experience for me. I found a new passion in my life.”
Footage of a big Labrador ‘playing’ on the floor with a semi-naked Frida – her pushing it, it jumping at her, her laughing.
“We got a trained dog just for me and I started training playing with him right away.”
A still picture of Frida, Jason and the dog, posed as if for a family picture.
“We were all very happy together… I thought…”
Jason is digitally ‘torn’ out of the picture.
“Then I came home one day and found Jason watching a younger woman having sex with my dog.”
Footage of Frida walking the Labrador around the streets of Hounslow.
“I kicked Jason out and we’re going through a divorce now… I’m keeping the house – and the dog… I don’t need Jason!”
Final shot of Frida crouching down beside the Labrador, her arm around it, both of them looking into camera. The dog panting, the lady smiling, then right at the end of the shot putting her tongue out and ‘faking’ a pant, which amuses her.
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