It’s a beautiful day. A brief montage of life in King’s Norton in the suburbs of Birmingham. Scenic views of narrow boats crawling along the canal, of Tudor style buildings and ancient pubs. We come to rest on a very nice house in a tree lined street right on the edge of town. It’s warm and sunny, and the trees are still. Birds chirp.
In one of those houses, we watch as a casually dressed, pretty young woman with flowing red hair, tidying up an elegant kitchen as her tween-age children finish their breakfasts and put on school blazers.
She has a nice figure, tall and slim, her body in proportion. Her blue blouse is open far enough for us to see that her breasts are a good size but spaced wide on her chest, with an almost unnatural gap between them. Baggy jeans and tied with a belt in such a way as to show off her round arse and long legs.
She speaks with a strong Brummie accent, pleasant and loud, and through a wide and genuine smile that never leaves her face.
In close-up, away from the kids – “Hello. My name is Kristen Martins. I’m 37 years old. I’m married with 2 children, and I live in beautiful King’s Norton – and it’s my fantasy to have sex with a big dog!”
Back to that lovely house – this time the outside as she skips from house to Lexus. The kids are already in the back. Kristen’s long hair flows in the light wind…
“I’ve been happily married for 15 years now, Katie is 12 and Jake is 11, and they keep me very busy… My husband works in engineering and splits his time between here and Dubai…”
Then we see her dropping the kids off at school.
“So once the kids are dropped off, I have a lot of spare time on my hands. I’ve always been faithful to him, but things can get very boring and frustrating for a woman of my age…”
Then she’s meeting up with other mothers for a morning coffee, a gossip and lots of laughter. All without sound as we’re listening to her delivering her story in voice-over.
“I like to get together with the girls and have a gossip after school drop-off – we’ve always been a rowdy bunch. We like to joke about who’s having affairs, who’s going to get divorced, et cetera… One time we spent the whole morning session joking about all going back to one girl’s home for a lesbian orgy, but, unfortunately they were all joking.“ Cut back to Kirsten in close up, twisting her face up. “Not really – an all girl orgy, with that lot, doesn’t appeal… I love cock too much!” She laughs.
We cut to individual shots of her friends laughing and sipping at coffee. They range from the yummy-mummy type to the ‘she needs to skip desert’ type – no models, but none of them are unattractive either. This seems to be the bitchy group that looks down on everyone outside the inner circle.
“But we didn’t ever do it, it was just a joke… But I thought about it for weeks afterward. I like to think the other girls were all thinking the same thing. Some of the things I thought about them doing to me… I’d blush if I said them out loud. Then one day last year, the morning after your second or third show, we start joking about who would have sex with a dog… “
We’re back on Kirsten now, laughing and looking around the table, waiting for her turn to say something.
“And everyone joked that I would be most likely because my husband was away and I was always complaining about being horny, and not having any kind of release.”
Cut to Kirsten sitting on her bed, still fully dressed, reaching into her bedside draw, under a gossip magazine to retrieve a sex toy. She now speaks direct to camera.
“And for my birthday they clubbed together and bought me this…” She holds up an 8 inch long, sleek latex dog dildo. A small tube leads away from it to a little air-ball pump. Kirsten is half blushing, half smiling. “I think they thought they were being funny, I’m sure they didn’t expect me to use it… They kept asking me, with a laugh and a wink-wink, if I had used their present yet… They had no idea. I use it daily. It’s the best sex I’ve ever had. Better than my husband even… If the real thing is half as good as the toy, you won’t be able to get the smile off my face.”
What if the real thing is better?
Kirsten breaths hard, as if the concept hadn’t even occurred to her. “Well, if that’s the case, maybe hubby can stay in Dubai and I’ll just buy a dog to look after me all the time!!”
She sits there, holding the extremely life-like doggy dildo infront of camera, her mind drifting – no doubt thinking what we’re thinking – that she should her take off those jeans and put that latex cock where it belongs!
So, tell us what actually turns you on about having sex with a dog?
“It’s just so wrong. Very very wrong. And so dirty…” She smiles. “It’s just – it’s something I shouldn’t do. I know it’s wrong. I know I shouldn’t do it… But, what the hell, you only live once, right?”
She’s positively gushing with excitement. Looking forward to what’s coming next, enjoying just talking about her passion out loud. “Since they got me that bloody dildo I’ve become a little bit obsessed… I’ve watched, like, EVERY video online – women being mounted by dogs, women sucking dog cocks, the Mexicans, the Russians, the Amateurs, the pros… It always looks incredible. I want to do it so much – to have one in my mouth, or in my pussy…“ She giggles as she speaks. She clearly means every word she says. “I’m not crazy about dogs, actually… Just the idea of having sex with one. Having a real dog cock inside me… I can’t wait to meet my special lover…”
Outside in the street, a new dog approaches. We haven’t seen him on the show before… A German Pointer. He’s a magnificent specimen, tall and powerful, with mottled brown and white markings. Big head, long legs, strong body. He looks like the kind of dog you wouldn’t want to get on the wrong side of – but plenty of women would want to get on the underside of…
Walking alongside him, looking very pleased with himself, is a twenty-something chap. This is Greg. Scruffy hair, a couple of days beard growth, casually dressed. He speaks with a friendly, almost overly helpful tone, over the top of various shots of the dog from an assortment of angles.
“This is Samson… Samson is a 6 year old German Pointer… I bought him because my girlfriend was into dog-porn and we both wanted her to try it. She trained him up then left me when she found out I was letting him fuck other girls… So we’re both free and easy now, available… Looking for love. Or lust in his case.”
Back to Kirsten in her loungeroom. “When my husband is coming back from overseas, and I know we’re going to have ‘coming home sex’, it’s the most excited I ever feel… Right now – I feel more excited than that… Nervous, excited, and a bit scared.”
So would you like to meet your mystery lover?
She smiles broadly and nods her head like crazy. “Would I ever…”
The door opens behind her and the scary dog pulls Greg into the room. Greg doesn’t try hard to stop him.
Kristen almost jumps for joy when she sees him. “Oh wow, he’s a handsome one!” She gasps. She crouches down to welcome the beast. Ruffling his big head as he tries to lick her hands and wrists. His tongue making contact and her gasping/giggling a little. “Oh, geee, if that tongue makes my arm tingle, what’s it going to do to my pussy!?”
She stands up, apparently super-keen to find out what it’s going to do to her pussy, because she’s unzipping her trousers right away. Pulling them down and stepping out of them. Following them with her knickers, giving us the briefest flash of her orange/red pussy. Then realising that she’s undressed from the bottom up she laughs and removes her top so that she’s standing in just her bra. Cleavage giving us an indication of some decent boobs packed in there.
Samson is looking up at her, but as soon as he gets a whiff of her pussy he steps into her, head between her thighs, tongue onto and over her pussy lips. She shivers and staggers back a little, then squats slightly, opening her thighs to afford better access for the dog. The dog follows up and licks up at her cunt some more. Tongue hot over her lips, wet between them, strong inside them. Dancing over her clit.
“Oh fuck yes, fuck… Oh my God…” She gasps as she leans back against the couch to offer even easier access to her pussy – and Samson takes the invitation, licking deeper and harder. She’s bucking, her upper body spasming and shaking as the dog’s tongue performs magic tricks on her clit. She’s grabbing at her boobs, squeezing them through the bra, then pushing a hand into the bra to squeeze the tit and pinch the nipple… Then, with her temperature rising and her body shaking, she peels the bra up and over her boobs – giving her fingers easy access to her nipples, which she pinches and twists as the dog continues to lick hungrily at her cunt… And then it happens… “FFUUUUCCCKKKK! Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuuuuuccckkk!” She squeals, almost dancing away from the huge dog on jelly legs. Possibly a record on the show for the fastest orgasm ever.
She pushes Samson away, putting a hand down between her thighs, holding her pussy – giving herself a chance to recover. A huge smile on her face. Then talking right into camera, calmly with a smile, “Fucking awesome orgasm…. Dog tongue… Thoroughly recommended!” And she gives a thumbs up. “If that’s the foreplay – the sex is going to kill me!”
She finishes off removing her bra, which has been wrapped tight around her chest, above her boobs, the whole time – without any pressure her boobs are full and round. Perhaps a little saggy after breastfeeding her children, but still in decidedly good shape. She plays with her erect nipples whilst she considers what’s coming next.
“Is he ready to fuck me now?” She asks, then, “… Or do I have to ‘warm him up’ first?”
Greg takes a quick look under his dog’s belly, reaches under and grabs his shaft in its soft furry sheath, and gives it a few quick jerks – a little burst of movement. He looks back at the redhead and smiles. “Yeah, he’s just about ready… He could probably use a little bit more foreplay if you’d like to play with his cock first.”
Kirsten smiles and nods. “Yeah, I’d like that…” And then she’s on her knees beside the dog. He’s already trying to mount her shoulders, from infront, from behind, back infront, as she struggles to take hold of his cock. We catch a few glimpses of the purple lipstick tip of his cock as he jumps around, he quickly manages to place his paws on her shoulders, from infront, and shuffles his back legs up toward her, almost making her overbalance backwards.
She takes hold of his sheath – and almost as soon as she gives it its first little stroke, there’s an inch of cock on view, then two… Thin, small, but growing. She continues to play with it, pulling the sheath back further, exposing more of his shaft with one hand – playing with that shaft with the other hand. “Oh God, it’s very hot isn’t it?”
It certainly is – but physically hot in her hand, and hot to look at… This pretty slim redhead, with her big boobs and her narrow waste, on her knees, with the dog infront of her, his cock growing in her hands… Her smiling and laughing at his reactions as if playing with a child. “Goooood boy… Gooo-oood boy… There’s a good boy… Who’s getting nice and big? Who’s a biiig boy?”
She plays until it’s certainly big enough and hard enough to use then leaves go of the meat, and grabs his paws, lifting him off her shoulders, which she rubs a little saying, “He’s a big boy, much heavier than he looks…”
Greg adds – “That’s going to be on your back in a few seconds…”
She looks to him and smiles, a broad happy smile… “I know… It’s so exciting I could almost burst!”
And with that, she rolls onto her hands and knees, starting to position her knees for a comfortable stance, but not having time before Samson is on her back. There’s no messing around with this beast – he’s on her, and banging up against her immediately. His big hard cock already hanging out, poking at her wet orange pussy. His front paws gripping around her belly. She’s gasping from the weight and the roughing up, but laughing and smiling at the same time. “Come on, boy… Good boy, stick it in… Come on, it’s down there somewhere…” She looks up at Greg and asks, “Does he need any hellllllllll—pppp?!” But before she can even finish the question the dog has answered it – the tip of his cock finding her pussy, slotting into it, and driving deep… And now it’s Samson-time.
We will learn over subsequent shows that of all the dogs we have used, Samson has the most intense, hard-core, long-lasting, pounding actions. It’s furiously fast and hard. It’s delightfully deep. His cock fat enough to fill a woman up, but slim and smooth enough to just slide in and out without straining her. This seems to be the case with all women – but today, let’s just focus on him fucking the living daylights out of Kirsten.
She takes everything he’s got for her – and takes it with glee. Gasping and yelping as he pushes into her, thrusting over and over again. “Goo-ood boo-oooy!” She moans, over and over again.
The 30 second mark is passed with ease. Then 40, 50, a minute… No sign of stopping. The redhead’s face is turning red. There’s saliva drooling from her mouth. She’s lost all sense of self – she’s no longer a wife and mother, she’s now just a cock-glove for a German Pointer. She loves it. So does he.
A low angle close-up reveals that his knot is more or less fully formed, but it’s outside her, meaning that his cock is free to slide in and out of her, with cum dribbling out of her pussy onto the floor. We watch this for a moment, then cut to a shot of Greg, recorded later in the day, talking direct to camera.
“Some ladies love the knot. It’s all they want. Other’s love the fuck before the knot. My ex loved the fuck but didn’t like the knot at all… So when we were training him, we taught him to go against his instincts and not push it in – just to keep doing the fucking. It took about a hundred fucks before he got the hang of it…”
Back to the fucking – and Kirsten is clearly building to an orgasm… Breathing harder, cupping a breast in one hand, still using the other for support. Her mouth wide open but still twisted in a smile. Then suddenly her teeth coming together, her lips peeled back, letting out a growl that turns into a squeal… “I’m…. Oooooooooooh yeaaahhhhh…. Here it cums…. Here it cuuuummmmss!” And then she’s bucking, bending her back in and then out, the beast looks like he’s on a bucking bronco…
Her very physical reaction to the orgasm appears to upset Samson’s rhythm and after maybe two whole minutes of pounding, a marathon for a dog, he pulls away, his cock flopping out of Kirsten’s pussy and swinging/bouncing as he walks away. More cum streams from her pussy as she shivers and tries to catch her breath.
Still on her hands and knees, still shivering, still catching her breath, she looks up into camera. Her face almost as red as her hair. Smiles… “Why isn’t everyone doing this? It’s amazing… It’s… I don’t know the words…”
She rolls over onto her bum and sits catching her breath. “Did that last longer than it usually lasts? It felt like it went on longer…”
She’s told it was 2 minutes, about twice as long as any previous pounding we’ve seen. Greg confirms that Samson would have gone longer if Kirsten hadn’t moved so much when she came. Kirsten looks a little disappointed as she watches the dog standing across the room with a perfectly good boner still visible.
“Poor baby, didn’t get everything he wanted…” She pouts, then smiles, “… Maybe I can make up for that.”
Cut to: Samson on his back, with Kirsten beside him, leaning over. Holding his shaft, making sure its fully exposed. Carefully picking loose hairs off it. Wiping it clean. Making sure it’s ready to play with. Making sure the cameras are ready, flipping her long hair around the back of her head to clear a perfect line of site for the camera – and when she gets the thumbs up from behind camera, lowering her head, opening her mouth and taking the tip of the cock in. Sucking it a little, then commenting on the bitter taste, before going back to suck it again – deeper this time.
In seconds she has the whole thing in her mouth, right to the back of her throat, and she’s working it like a real slut. As she sucks she alternates between coughing, laughing and looking up at camera. She’s loving every second of it, even if she clearly doesn’t like the taste. One hand gently holding the shaft, the other moving from knot to balls – she can’t decide which feels nicest. All the time dropping her head to his belly, gulping and swallowing as much cock as she can, drawing her head back, trying to keep her lips on the hot member, struggling due to her smiles.
Samson lays on his side the whole time, looking very relaxed, occasionally lifting his head to turn and look at this pale lady as she sucks on him.
Back to Greg’s post-fuck interview. “My ex was never really into giving blowjobs. Not to me, and definitely not to Samson. She loved the sex, but not the blowjobs. So, Kirsten gave him something he’s been sorely lacking in his life.” He smiles.
We cut back to Kirsten sucking on Samson’s long thin cock. Laughing as she does it. Looking into camera, pausing, and giving us the sexiest little wink you’ve ever seen, before laughing around that cock again.
Fade to later: Samson laid out flat on his side. His big cock back away in its sheath. He’s taking a well-earned rest. Kirsten sitting on the floor next to him, still naked, sweaty, a few welts on her thighs and belly from Samson’s enthusiastic clawing. Her hair back over her shoulders, a look of deep satisfaction on her face. Her big pale boobs heaving as she catches her breath – the physical activity combining with the intellectual knowledge that she’s just fucked a dog, on camera, and it’s going to be on tv.
How was that?
“It was everything I hoped it would be, and quite a bit more. I really really enjoyed myself. I can thoroughly recommend it to any woman who’s watching the show.”
Do you think hubby will approve?
She smiles. “I think he’ll be happy that I’m happy… I don’t know if he’ll be impressed with why I’m happy, but we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it, eh…”
How do you think the mothers-group will react?
She thinks for a moment. “Either they will stop talking to me, or I’ll be the most popular lady in the crowd… Either way I’ll be the centre of the conversation!”
We fade out on her – fading both picture and sound because she keeps on talking after the ‘conversation’ line.
Update: A series of still photographs, as Kirsten narrates…
Kirsten, her husband (who looks like a very normal chap), two kids, happy family, a portrait on dad’s return from overseas.
“I told my man all about the doggy experience the day it happened, and he wasn’t even phased, he thought it sounded like a lot of fun. I should have known he’d be turned on by it. I’ve never found anything that didn’t turn him on really…”
Another shot, this time the family gathered around their new dog – a 3 yr old Rhodesian Ridgeback.
“We bought Elvis right away. He’s got a great temperament, he’s a beautiful boy, and of course, he was fully trained…”
Another shot – the kids are missing this time, it’s just Kirsten and her husband, both looking ‘fake’ shocked, laughing and pointing at the dog’s big, ugly, erection, which Kirsten is holding in one hand.
“We got right down to it, and there’s nothing we like more than a good session with Elvis now. Hubby likes to watch us before he jumps in and finishes me off…
A shot of Kirsten and the mother’s group all having a coffee, with Elvis sitting infront of the table. Smiles all round.
“The girls thought it was hilarious that I was on the show. They all teased me something rotten about how they knew I was the one who would do a dog…”
A brief series of shots showing Kirsten with each of her friends on separate occasions. Nude, on their knees, being mounted, or fucked, or sucking on Elvis – with Kirsten behind them giving the camera a thumbs up for each of them.
“After my experience, I couldn’t let the girls go without knowing what that’s like… Right up until now each of them thinks they are the only one who comes round for an afternoon session each week… When they watch this show they’ll realise they’ve all done it… Should make tomorrow morning’s coffee a little interesting!!
And we’re out.
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