So far in this series we’ve had a skinny emo teenager with big boobs, and a slightly overstuffed punky blonde… We’re due a good looking lady – and here she is…
We focus on a married couple walking hand-in-hand along the Albert Dock in Liverpool.
She’s short and very pretty without being stunning. The kind of lady who looks good in the street but would disappear if you stood her next to a model. Her long and thick reddish brown hair hangs way below her shoulders, and her big black coat gives no indication to what kind of body she might have.
Her husband is much taller, and much much wider, with a big bushy beard and a lot of dark hair. He’s got a big coat on too, but it’s pretty obvious that he’s a big guy under that.
They’re obviously very much in love.
She speaks in voice-over as they walk. Her Scouse accent is soft, nicely spoken, and has a pronounced lisp. “My name ith Madeline Dyer, I’m 31 yearth old, I’m married to Nick. He ownth a bar in the middle of Liverpool. I uthed to work behind the bar, but he preferth to keep me away from the animalth, ath he callth them… But today, I’ll be getting clother to a real animal than I’ve ever been.”
Cut to the pair of them in close-up. The Mersey River behind them. Nick smiles as she talks.
Madeline – “My main reathon for doing thith today ith Josh… He’s a fantathtic fella, and he’th alwayth been turned on by dogthex videoth. He’th been begging me to come on your thow ever thinth it began.” She grabs Nick’s arm and holds him close as she makes a joke, “I’ve been having thex with thith big teddy bear for yearth, tho a dog thouldn’t be anything too thcary!”
How will you feel if the customers at your bar see the show?
Nick speaks with a deep voice. Even speaking quietly, it rumbles. “I’ll be showing it at the bar. I’ll make an evening of it. Get Maddie to work behind the bar again, let everyone see what a special one I’ve got. I know I’m the luckiest man in Liverpool, everyone else should know it too!”
And we’ll be shooting the scene IN your bar, is that correct?
“Yes, I want to be able to point over at where they do it and tell everyone in the bar that ‘that’s where my beautiful wife got fucked by the dog!”
And how do you feel about that, Madeline?
Madeline shrugs, cracking a little smile. “I feel good… I like that he’th proud of me. I only want to make him happy.”
Cut to – outside “TRIPLE FANTASY”, a trendy looking winebar in the middle of Liverpool. Nick unlocks the doors and we follow him in with a handheld camera, passing three big framed paintings on the wall, one of Beatles legend John Lennon, one of Liverpool legend Steve Gerrard, and one of legend in his own mind Nick… Nick tells us that, “Maddie painted these… She’s brilliant, isn’t she?” We don’t argue, the pictures are all very accurate.
Into the bar, Nick turns the lights on and the whole room is lit up… Madeline walks to the middle of the floor, turns to face us and holds her arms out as if to say, ‘Here we are!”
Nick points to where she’s standing. “I fell in love with her right on that spot… We’ve got a bit of a tradition here, like an initiation. Our bar manager is a lesbian and an exhibitionist, and part of her bonus is that she gets to fuck all the new bar staff… She only hires girls she finds attractive… So I’m watching Maddie and her going at it, right there on the floor, they were doing a 69 right there, and there was something about the way she looked going down on Andrea… I must have seen a dozen girls doing that, but none of them made me feel the way I did watching Maddie…”
Madeline is grinning and looking shy at the same time. “I like to think I’m good at thex – I’m very energetic… I like it. I have a very thenthative puthy, it doethn’t take much to get me off…”
And do you think a dog will get you off?
Madeline and Nick look at each other and exchange evil little grins. “If he’th a big dog and he lathts more than a minute I’ll be in heaven…”
Fade to a black screen. Pause. Then the beat kicks in. An instrumental cut of Staying Alive, by the Bee Gees. Fade up and there’s Mr Stamina himself – Samson… He’s walking proudly, head held high, the video edited so that he’s perfectly in step with the music.
His big mottled brown and white body, those long legs, his huge head and paws, tongue hanging out. A happy beast, but a damn frightening one too.
With him, consciously walking in time with the beat, Greg his young owner, with a pep in his step, looking pretty cocky. He speaks rather than sings… “You can tell by the way he uses his walk, that he’s a woman’s dog – no time to talk… Music loud and women warm, he’s been fucking them since he was born…” He smiles at his own lyric, then shrugs and moves on with his introduction. “This is Samson… He’s a 6 year old German Pointer, and an expert lover of ladies… Me and Samson here, we’re looking for love in all the right places… And here’s one of those places now…”
Cut to Triple Fantasy, after dark, with a bar full of patrons. ‘Staying Alive’ is playing over the bar’s sound system and everyone appears to know what’s going on. Although it’s not a strip club and doesn’t traditionally have dancers, everyone has cleared the floor to make room for Madeline, who is performing a dance, and already stripped to her underwear.
She has a tight little body and surprisingly large boobs which wobble and jiggle in her bra, threatening to jump out with every move she makes. She tries to look sensual, but every time she turns to face the bar she can see Nick and cracks a smile.
She’s a pretty good dancer, and even the ‘off’ steps are fine, because we (and the bars patrons) are just happy to see her clothes coming off. She smiles to herself, and to the crowd, as she reaches behind her back to unhook her bra, removing it in tantalising stages – not letting us see her naked chest until the last possible moment. Bra off they look pretty damned good too! Full and natural, sagging a little under their own weight, but looking as good as a 31 year old’s tits can look – which is pretty bloody good!
She spins around, fingers running through her long hair, her chest out – moving closer to the crowd, some of whom reach out to grope her boobs. She doesn’t stop them, making an effort to present those puppies to anyone who wants to cop a feel. Male and female – everyone likes a nice pair of boobs!
She shakes her finger and backs away to the middle of the floor, then when she’s absolutely positive that every eye in the room is on her – she pulls her panties down around her ankles, then steps out and kicks them across the floor toward Nick. Her pussy is a perfectly trimmed little landing strip, barely an inch wide. Dark, unlike the reddish brown on her head (and over her shoulders).
She’s an impressive sight – she could make a living at this… So impressive in fact that no-one has noticed Samson and Greg arriving and slipping in behind the crowd – even though Samson is dancing around, excited rather than scared by the loud music. But now they see him as Greg unhooks him from his chain and sends him toward the naked woman…
Madeline sees the dog coming and skips backwards a little, her broad smile cracking into a short, excited laugh. “Oh God..!” She giggles. The patrons standing around in a circle have gone very quiet, and the music has ended too, so everything that is said, every noise that is made is suddenly quite clearly audible.
She drops to her haunches, knees out wide, and leans forward to stroke and fuss over the big German Pointer. His short brown and white hair and muscular body next to her tanned flesh and curves. He’s pushing his big head against her, sniffing her, trying to lick her. She’s not keen for a kiss so tries to keep her face away from him.
He suddenly moves forward, half rearing up to mount her – from infront – but ultimately just knocking her backwards and over onto her back. She tumbles down and ends up with her legs spread. Samson sees his chance – burying his face in the most oderous part of her anatomy. The sweet smelling and quite delicious looking pussy…
She laughs, his tongue tickling her as much as thrilling her – for now… He buries his snout in there, his hot tongue working her cunt like a professional. Her giggles soon turn to gasps and she spreads her legs wider and wider to allow him full access to her wet snatch. Her fingers holding the top of his head, gently, she likes touching fur whilst this is happening.
The patrons close in just a little to watch what she’s up to next. Likewise, Nick is using his vantage point to get the best view possible of his diminutive wife with the oversized beast.
Building toward the inevitable orgasm – closer every second, every lick, every wet slopping sound as his tongue slops back into his mouth between licks… She only needs a few more seconds of his hot tongue… Breathing hard, trying to control herself… Her big tits sitting on an ever expanding rib-cage as she draws in more and more air… The dog’s tongue driving her to distraction. Wet, sloppy, hot… That noise – tongue on pussy, tongue back into mouth, slop slop slop… It’s enough to send herto heaven… She finally gives in to the feeling and allows an orgasm to explode right through her body. Feeling the buzzing, tingling heat of pleasure all over her skin.
There’s an almost polite, golf-clap style reaction of appreciation from the small crowd as the slut arches her back and bucks through the orgasm. A lone, “Well done.” From one of the female patrons (or possibly a member of the bar-staff)!
Samson begins to buck his hindquarters at thin air, walking around with a semi-erection and clearly ready to go. Madeline props herself up on her elbows and looks around the bar – at the patrons and the staff, at the cameras and at her husband – and at the bloody dog… Ohhhhh, the bloody dog! There’s desire in her eyes.
“Come on, Thamthon…” She lisps as she rolls over onto her hands and knees, assuming the position, pushing her firm backside up and at the powerful beast. Samson is ready immediately and very keen to play. His cock half out, already glistening, and looking very menacing already.
He bounces around behind her, waiting for the right second, watching as she wiggles her arse, sneaking another quick lick at her crack – making sure he’s in the right place… Then suddenly jumping up, mounting her, a few pumps at her, then off again… A quick circuit of her, the slut smiling up at him the whole time, blowing him a kiss… Begging, “Come on Thamthon! Fuck me pleaattttthhhh!”
Then he finds his position. Mounts and grips her rear, pulls close, pumps hard, and finds his target. His cock growing rapidly as he pumps – and he’s inside. She gives out an excited gasp, ‘Yeth!!’, and they are away… He’s off like an Olympic sprinter. Superfast and superhard, pumping like a machine. Holding himself close to her, pushing as deep as he can, as fast as he can… Servicing this tight little slut like only a big bad dog can…
She’s moaning and swearing from the first thrust. Thanking him for fucking her… “Thank you, thank you… Ohhh fuccckkkkk, thank you, thank you, thank you…” Gasping it, moaning it, growling it, as he pounds the living daylights out of her.
The patrons were quiet at first – nervous and fascinated, respectful even… But as the fuck goes on they start commenting, raising their voices, insulting, abusing… “You dirty slut!”, “Fucking dogwhore!”, mocking her – “She thinks she’s going to be a tee vee star…”
She gasps and moans throughout, trying to raise her head to look out from under the beast toward her husband… “How do I look?”
We don’t hear Nick’s response because the patrons Scouse wit sounds out, “Like a fucking slut!”. “You look like a right whore!”, “Desperate!”
Samson keeps fucking her hard and fast for as long as she can take…. Fire building in her pussy as she reaches a second orgasm… A better one this time because it’s from penetration rather than tongue – this time she has the knowledge that she’s actually fucking a dog…
“FFfuuccckkkkKKK!” She cries as the best feeling in the world rushes through her body. Her boobs look like they are about to explode, her nipples like zits about to pop, her face is red and shiny… Her blood pressure must be off the charts!
It’s all too intense – and she collapses to the floor under the dog… Down from all-fours to flat on her face. The dog’s cock slurping out of her cunt, his jism spilling out. Her laying there, breathing hard, trying to catch her breath. The side of her face on the sticky bar room floor. Samson still standing over her, his cock hanging toward her arse, squirting and dripping on her back and bum. Him still trying to fuck the air, wondering where that lovely pussy has gone.
“Suck him off, whore!” Calls one of the patrons… Then the others join in, “Yeah, suck that dog… Suck that dog…” And it’s like a Trump rally, a bunch of idiots repeating a simple catch-phrase. “Suck that dog… Suck that dog…”
Madeline peels her face from the sticky floor and rolls herself onto her back, still under the beast. She’s still wearing a smile, happy to be the center of attention even if all the patrons do think she’s a whore.
Bringing her head level with his big squirting cock, she props herself up on her elbows again, and guides her mouth to his cockhead. She’s resting on her arms so this all has to be done with her mouth… Luckily she’s sucked a lot of cock in her life – so doing this no-hands is hardly a challenge.
Samson is standing dead still, looking straight ahead, you could almost mistake him for a stuffed animal, but his cock is glistening and appears to be throbbing as she raises her head and sucks it in then lets her lips drag along the long shaft as she lowers her head. And back up again – swallowing up that shaft, taking the dog’s meat right to the back of her throat. Holding it there, forcing herself a little further, then gagging and coughing as she pulls her head back and catches her breath… Then back up again.
As she chokes herself on his cock, the patrons all comment… “Dirty slut!”, “She fucking loves it, look…”, “Oh she likes that…”
It’s not so much in and out, just suck, choke, gag, then catch your breath. Samson barely moves – just stands there as she sucks on him. Greg offers an aside to the camera, “I’ve never seen him stand so still… Then again, I’ve never seen anyone suck his cock quite like this! I’m actually feeling a little jealous of him!”
Madeline smiles around the cock and keeps on force choking herself on it. She’s looking around at the patrons, enjoying that they are watching her suck the dog’s cock. She doesn’t seem bothered by what they have to say, just so long as they are appreciating the work she is doing.
We cut to a close-up of her with her mouth so far along his shaft that her lips are now pressed up against his knot – she’s not gagging. As she lets her head fall backward we see that the dog’s cock has already started to shrink and is back to around 50% of its maximum size. The show is almost over. She pulls her mouth free and turns toward the camera, showing off a slimy shiny face, covered with his cum and her saliva, with her broad, pretty smile completing a very pleasingly disgusting look.
She looks at the patrons… “Anyone elth want thome?” She asks, genuinely offering her mouth to them… There’s a brief pause whilst some of the men look at each other, wondering who will be going first.
Nick begins to push his way to the front – ready to use his wife’s mouth. He pulls out his cock, it’s already hard and it’s in proportion to the rest of him – big and fat and ready for action. Madeline rolls over and comes up on her knees so that she can service her husband. Sucking him with the same energy and determination she serviced the dog. It doesn’t take long at all for him to pull out and wank a big load onto her face. He staggers back to admire his work – and another patron steps in, cock out, cock hard, ready to use her mouth. Nick doesn’t try to stop him.
We look away from the pretty brunette as she takes this third cock on, noting another three or four guys with their cocks out, already wanking, waiting for their turn. We turn to look at Samson, who is now sitting at Greg’s feet, panting and looking quite happy with himself. Greg looks into camera and smiles, pauses, then says, “I may as well…” He unzips his jeans, pulls out his cock and he steps into the line for his turn with Madeline. This time it’s Samson’s turn to watch.
Fade back, later, Madeline is sitting on a bar-stool whilst Nick stands behind the bar pouring her a drink. There’s cum all over her face, in her long hair, dripping off her chin and tits. She makes no attempt to clean herself up. She looks into camera and talks about her evening. “That was very nice thank you. Best night out I’ve had since… Probably since we got married.”
Nick chirps in, “We’ll have to do it more often!”
Madeline smiles at his comment, “Yeah… More dogth next time, leth men…”
Will you guys be buying a dog now?
Madeline looks at Nick with a face as full of optimism as it is with jism. “Can we? Can we, pleath?”
Nick cracks a huge grin. “Nothing would make me happier!”
He hands her a cocktail that looks about as thick and cloudy as you could possibly make. “I’m calling this one, ‘Samson’s Delight’” He says. Madeline takes it and has a sip, licks her lip. “Mmmm, nithe, but not ath good ath the real thing!”
Fade out.
Fade back with the catch-up video: Grainy footage of heavy renovations taking place to the bar. Madeline and Nick both supervising… The style of the place is changing completely, there’s a stage at one end of the room, two bars on either side, lots of new paintings by Madeline – all of either women on all fours, or dogs bounding around.
We hear Madeline’s voice over the top, “We’ve had a lot of patronth athking if I’ll be putting on another performanth – and with all the televithion coverage, we thought we thould take advantage of my new found fame… Tho we’re going to put on live thows every night – different girlth. We’ve already got a couple of ladieth from your thow, and we want to have an amateur night too – tho regular girlth can get up and try it too.”
We cut to outside, new signage being placed above the door – it reads “Maddie’s Kennel Klub”
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