We establish with a shot of a long, narrow terrace of two-story homes. High angle, drone footage. Not the prettiest suburb. Pretty rough. Nothing much to look at.
Then we’re in the back garden of one of those two-story homes. It’s cruel to say, but this week’s subject is nothing special to look at either. You’d walk past her in the street without giving a second look.
A plain round face dominated by thick rimmed spectacles and framed with thick dark hair in a plain bob cut. She is large bodied, not obese, not really anything more than “chubby”, but compared to most of the girls on our show she is certainly ‘oversized’.
That’s what her parents told her. That’s what everyone at school told her, even her teachers.
So, not pretty, quite chubby, and to complete the set, she’s not too smart either. Not an idiot, but not ‘educationally gifted’.
She speaks with a thick east midlands accent. It’s not so much the accent that’s thick, more the woman. “Hello. My name’s Daniella Farraday. I’m 28 years old, from Leicester, I’m single… And…” She looks around, as if she’s not sure if she should say the next bit… Then nods, having received a signal from behind the camera, lowers her voice slightly… “… And I want to have sex with a dog on the tele.” She smiles briefly, a smile that suggests she’s pleased with herself but doesn’t really understand why.
We cut to a few minutes later. Daniella sitting on a couch in the living room with her mother, a slimmer, very tired looking woman who’s clearly put her best clothes on for the cameras, sitting next to her.
Her family thinks she is appearing on a BBC documentary about single women looking for love. They are all happy that she’s finally trying to do something to find love.
Daniella speaks, frequently pausing to push her glasses up her nose, or to sweep a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’ve never liked any of the men who’ve liked me. I’ve always been more happy to be around animals. I’ve never done anything mind.” Glasses up her nose. “Never had the chance.”
Her mother frowns at the comment, confused. “She’s had some okay boyfriends… I would have thought looking the way she does she would have been happy.”
Danielle looks like she wants to pull her hair out, or her mother’s hair out… “It’s not about the boys, mum. I’ve told you before… I’m not interested in men. They’re all losers. All the blokes I’ve gone out with are losers, or they wouldn’t be going out with me. My sister married a loser, and she’s got loser children.”
Her mother begins to react, but Daniella continues, “I’m not judging, I’m a loser too… But I don’t want to be. I want to be special. I want to be on television.” She pauses, looks at her mother, then looks down at the floor. “I want to have sex with a dog… Mum… These lot are from ‘The United Kingdom of Zoo’.”
Her mother is silent, wide-mouthed, but silent.
“So are you going to have sex with a dog on television because you want to have sex with a dog, or because you want to be on television?”
Danielle smiles, a nervous smile, glasses back up her wrinkled nose, “Both!”
Her mother is appalled. “You’re not having sex with a dog under this roof!”
We note that we are meeting the dog at our offices in Manchester. There will be no bestiality in this house.
Her mother stands. “Well I don’t approve of this!” She storms out.
Danielle looks up at the camera. “She’s just pissed off that she can’t tell all her friends to watch her on tele now!”
Outside in the street, our team has loaded up into two cars and a van. Just the drone operator is left outside to film our departure. We watch Danielle head out of the house and climbs into the last, and nicest, car – the producer’s own black BMW. Our drone follows as the cars pull away – and catches sight of Danielle’s mother walking out of the front door and waving her daughter off.
Outside UK of Zoo’s production base in the middle of Manchester, a black BMW pulls up at the curb, the rear passenger door is opened, and Danielle steps out. She’s wearing a dress and high heels. Tons of cleavage, but plenty of belly and arse too. The ‘glam’ look doesn’t really look right on her. But this is her dream, who are we to interfere?
Inside the production studio, Danielle is lead to our small shooting space. We’ve made it comfortable, with a large double bed that we’ve covered with clean red sheets. Danielle sees the bed and crawls onto it, sticking her big arse out and looking around to see if we like what we see. It’s not the nicest thing we’ve seen this week, but an arse is an arse, and they are always welcome on our show!
Obviously, you’re still pretty enthusiastic about today…
“Yeah – I’m feeling really good about it… The dress, this nice big bed… All you lot, the lights, the microphones and the cameras… I feel special… Everyone’s here for me…”
Well, not just you…
She smiles, knowing exactly who we’re talking about…
Out in the street… A big German Pointer approaches. Mottled brown and white, a magnificent specimen, tall and powerful, with a big head and long strong legs. He looks a bit scary, not evil – just big and strong. You could put his bouncing, happy walk to a soundtrack of ‘Staying Alive’ by the Bee Gees.
Walking alongside him, with a big relaxed smile on his face, is Greg, a scruffy twenty-something chap who addresses us direct to camera in a friendly voice.
“I’m Greg, and this is Samson… He’s a 6 year old German Pointer… And he’s had sex with more women than most men… Me and Samson here, we’re just looking for a good time, and if I can’t have a good time myself, I’m happy just to watch him have one…” He smiles, then pulls the front door of our studios open and steps inside with the big dog.
In the studio Daniella is now sitting on the edge of the bed and leaning back, trying to drape herself over the red sheets and look seductive.
Ready to be a star?
She smiles, “Can’t wait.”
With that, Samson is sent into the room. Bounding around the outside of the bed until he notices the big girl – then stopping and raising so his front feet are on the bed so that he can lean in to the girl.
Daniella rolls toward Samson and welcomes him, stroking his head and scratching him behind his ears. “Hello big boy… Nice to meet you…” He tries to lick her but she keeps her face away from him, rolling away, and getting up to her knees, then sitting down with her knees spread wide, her dress riding up her big thighs.
Samson tries to get to her, his hind legs scratching at the bed as he tries to climb on. It’s ‘just’ too high. He needs to take a run up, but he’s not bright enough to back off – he’s too busy trying to reach her.
She adjusts the front of her dress which is showing off even more cleavage than before. “Dunno why I’m covering up really, this is all coming off in a minute, innit?” She laughs.
How about now?
“Okay then…” She says with a smile, standing up and bending forward to grab the hem of her dress, almost overbalancing in the process, then raising the whole thing up her body, revealing green, almost shiny, knickers, then a rounded and slightly saggy gut, and over her chunky shoulders, revealing a matching green shiny bra (nicely filled by those big round boobs). The dress comes over her head, making a mess of her hair, and off. She sets to work on fixing her hair for a few seconds. Once happy she stands there for a moment – a curvy body wrapped in small panties and a tight bra. The green material in sharp contrast to her very white skin. Mouth breathing in anticipation. Pushing those thick spectacles back up her nose, magnifying her eyes.
Samson is still up on his hind-legs, front paws on the bed, and now even more interested in the fleshy thing infront of him. As we all know, to a dog flesh = fuck. She leans forward and ruffles his head again, her big boobs almost spilling out of that tight green bra, wobbling as she moves.
She looks around at the crew, then back to the dog, then with a smile, sits back and tries to unhook her bra, it’s a struggle but she gets there in the end. The green lingerie coming away and freeing her big tits, which tumble out. She leans forward again onto her hands so that she can let those big babies just hang down heavy. “My big tits are the only thing I’ve ever really liked about myself…” She says as she wobbles them for the camera. “I always make my boyfriends fuck me doggy style so they can see them wobble!”
Samson has dropped his front paws down from the bed and is running from one side to the other, looking for the way up.
Daniella shuffles around onto her back, lifts her hips up and pulls those green knickers down off her bum and down her meaty thighs. Bum down, feet up, and we get a graphic look right up her hairy twat as she pulls the knickers off altogether.
And there she is, kneeling on the bed, stark naked, overweight, pale, with a hairy pubic bush and those big boobs jiggling.
“Here we go then!” She says as she leans forward and assumes the position, on hands and knees, with her big tits dangling down under her. She looks down at Samson and calls him up onto the bed.
The big dog takes a quick spin around and then bounds up onto the bed as instructed. We realise that he could have jumped up at any time, he has just been waiting for an instruction. He walks around her on the bed, reacting with surprise to how soft the mattress is under his big paws… He sniffs at her big arse and gives it a quick, almost experimental lick… Daniella shivers and smiles – then she reaches back and slaps her big arse. “Come on boy… Come and get some.”
The dogis on the job right away – trying to mount her immediately – but not from the rear… It’s more from the side the first time, with his cock rubbing against the outside of her thigh rather than the inside, but a quick re-adjustment and he’s on her from the right angle. A few quick thrusts and that cock it banging up against her pussy… With her trying to keep her face up toward the camera – there’s no point doing any of this if no one can see it’s her!
“Come on… Come on…” She grunts as Samson tries to mount her again. “Fuck me…”
This time, he gets it right – on her and around her, holding tight, and – whoop, he’s inside her… Gasp… She reaches back between her legs to feel the shaft sliding into her pussy – wanting to be sure it’s really there. “Is it in?” She asks, suggesting that her pussy is as loose as the rest of her body. A close-up reveals that it IS in… The big pink shaft slipping in and out of her pussy, wet labia stretched around it.
He pounds her as hard as he can, tension and heat building up in her crotch as that hot slippery cock slides in and out of her so fucking fast. Her big tits jiggling under her, her face twisting as she tries to suck up all the pleasure… From her ragged breathing and gasping moans we can tell she’s already not too far off a climax.
“Oh fuck me, fuck my big fat cunt…” She moans.
We switch from camera to camera, taking in all angles. Side view – unforgiving to her less-than-perfect body, gravity pulling everything toward the floor, the dog’s actions making it all shake; rear end view – her arse wide enough to be seen on either side of the dog’s rear end and back as he pounds her; close-up – her big pussy lips almost flapping against his cock which for once doesn’t seem to be filling his lover all the way out; face – trying desperately to stay glamourous for the camera, pouting when she can. Licking her lips and looking right into the lens.
“Oh yeah…” She gasps, over and over… “Do I look good? I’m a fucking star, I am!”
That hard and fast fucking action continues – as it always does with Samson. His stamina and technique allowing him to fuck this big slut for longer than most dogs can manage – and she really appreciates it… Feeling those great orgasmic sensations growing – her temperature rising… “Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!” She begs, praying the dog doesn’t stop, or slow down, or speed up, or change anything… And he doesn’t. He just keeps on pounding at her fat pussy. It doesn’t take long before she’s over-the-top. Her eyes bulge and her mouth is open with her tongue looking huge inside as she makes the most indescribable noise. Her whole body shakes, her boobs jiggling, everything shivering… Goose bumps and all those little body hairs standing up all over. She drops her head for a second, her hair hanging over her face until the moment has past. When she raises it she’s smiling again, then trying to look sultry for the camera. “I love it…”
Meanwhile, Samson hasn’t stopped pounding at her – but he’s now beginning to push up even tighter behind her, his paws gripping under her belly, claws pinching flabby flesh, and forces the base of his cock right up against the lips of her pussy. His knot, that ugly fat ball of gristle at the base of his shaft, sliding into her – stretching her out – then popping out again… Then back in, and out… Her squealing with each pop… And then back in again – this time it sticks… Swelling than extra millimetre, pushing in that little fraction further, and he’s tied. An exquisite visual matched by her high pitched, drawn out whine of – it’s hard to tell if it’s pleasure or pain…
Her tits hanging down to the red sheets, her face turned to the side, facing that side-on camera… Her arse in the air, with the dog buried deep inside her, his full weight on her back. Her soaking up all the pain as well as all the cum… Talking to us, in whispered, but very deliberate tones… Carefully sounding out each word in an attempt to sound sexy… “I love the feeling of his hot cock throbbing in my wet pussy… Filling me up with his lovely, hot… Spunk…”
We fade through a few different angles, to show the passage of time and see just how long these two are tied together. Dog on girl. Muscle on fat. Both of them panting hard.
Then we’re back on Daniella’s face… A look of pain and fear, she whispers “I think he’s coming out…” Then we cut to a shot of Samson’s knot beginning to pop out of her sloppy cunt. It slides out in stages, crowning, then one side out, then the other side suddenly popping out, followed by his semi-erect cock. “OOhhhh fuck!”
Charley steps in from behind the camera with a Champagne glass. She holds it under Daniella’s pussy and catches the trickle of cum that is coming from her fleshy cunt. Running the glass up and down the large girl’s pussy lips, collecting everything she can. Daniella angles her pelvis and pushes down with her pelvic floor as Charley reaches two fingers into her fat pussy – together they squeeze out a few more dribbles of jizz into that glass.
Once she’s ‘empty’, Daniella rolls over onto her bum, sitting on the red sheets with her legs wide open and a big smile on her face. This is a very different person to the miserable girl we met at the start of the show. There’s confidence and joy visible just from the way she’s sitting. Her back is straighter, her shoulders back, which lifts and pushes her chest out… And she looks relaxed.
Charley holds out the Champagne glass over and Daniella reaches out to take it. “Thank you”, she holds it under her nose, to her lips – sniffs it. “Quite a strong smell…” She pauses for just a few seconds, then pours the lot into her mouth, swallowing it as she goes… Leaning back and tipping the glass above her open mouth to catch the last few drops – which she also swallows immediately.
She keeps her head back, licking her lips and re-swallowing. Making sure her mouth is completely empty. Then she lifts her head upright and stares right into camera with a big smile. “That was fucking lush!”
She sits there, catching her breath, still licking her lips, wreathed in sweat, her big boobs heaving, then fade through to her sitting on the edge of the bed with the red sheets wrapped around her, covering her chest. Looking shy and reserved again. She pushes her glasses back up her nose. Samson is layed flat on his side behind her, taking a rest.
“How did I do? Did I look good? Will people remember me..?”
You looked fine… More importantly – how did you feel?
“I felt… Very good.” She says it as if the answer surprises her. It’s not something she’s used to.
Did you like your Champagne?
She smiles, a shy smile, looking down at the bed, “I liked that best of all… I’d drink bottles of the stuff if you could buy it in the shops…”
Will you have sex with another dog?
She thinks for a second. “Maybe. If someone wants to watch… I want to suck it next time – I should have sucked this one…” She looks around at Samson. “Maybe I can have another go before I leave… Is that okay? Can I suck him off today..?”
She disappointed when Greg tells her that Samson has to get back home before it’s too late – he has a pretty girl waiting for him at home. He doesn’t mean to offend Daniella, but the implication is clear – he wants to watch Samson with a pretty girl rather than this fat slut.
We end with her looking quite sad again.
Catch-up information comes on screen to bring us up to date on Daniella.
We see Daniella, looking fatter but happier, walking hand in hand with an Asian man of similar build who wears very nice clothes and a big watch. They are leading a large dog. All three of them look very happy.
Daniella talks direct to camera, “My family doesn’t talk to me anymore – which is fine by me. I think they’re more upset about Rajiv being a Indian than they are about the whole dog thing.”
Cut to her walking with Rajiv and the dog again, voice-over, “I’ve only had sex with the dog a couple of times, but I suck him off every night. He tastes amazing. If I could bottle it I’d make a fortune, except I wouldn’t sell it because I’d drink it all myself!”
She smiles. Rajiv smiles. The big dog looks up at both of them with an open mouthed pant that might as well be a smile.
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