On one side of the street a row of pre-War three-story buildings – shopfront downstairs, residential apartment/flats above. On the other side of the street, modern four/five level office buildings, and an old train station with a sign outside that reads, “Welcome to Enfield Chase”. We’re in North London to meet our next subject, and she’s a subject who’s worth meeting.
Back to those shopfronts – one in particular – Hair By Hottinger. A modest hair and beauty place. We head inside and see one customer sitting flicking through a celebrity magazine, and another sitting infront of a mirror having her hair styled.
The hairdresser is tall and slim with big fake-looking boobs wrapped in a tight, low-cut top, and her arse jammed into a pair of jeans designed for a 20 year old. She has long auburn coloured hair flowing down to her shoulders and an attractive tanned face. Lots of make-up, possibly a little too much as she tries to compensate for being the wrong side of 40.
She introduces herself in voice-over as her conversation with her customers is muted. Her accent is light and friendly, with a distinct Cockney edge to it.
“My name is Stacy Hottinger, I’m 44, and I’m a hairdresser from Enfield in Norf Landon.”
The customers think we’re shooting a documentary about small business owners, and chatter with Stacy as if this is any other day of the year.
Stacy, matter of factly, starts a conversation with the lady who’s hair she is cutting. “Have you been watching that ‘Zoo UK’ show?”
Customer #1, a blonde haired 30something, looks disgusted. “They should lock them up. Filthy bloody perverts the lot of them.” She says. “I don’t know why they would show it.”
Cut to Customer #2, a younger woman with already short hair and multiple facial piercings, smiles. “I can’t believe they show that on tele… Long live the BBC, eh? Amazing, isn’t it?”
Cut to Customer #3, about the same age as Stacy, with her dark hair being cut into a retro-bob style. “They are either the bravest girls in the world, or the sluttiest… To do that on tv…”
Stacy, casually as she clips, “Could you ever do that?”
Customer #3, “Not on tv…” She chuckles.
Cut to Customer #4, another blonde in her 20s, “I’d like to say I wouldn’t – but the idea’s growing on me to be honest.”
Cut to Customer #5, a bleach-blonde this time, also in her 20s, “If my boyfriend had his way I’d be doing it all the bloody time…”
Cut to Stacy, talking direct to camera, as she cuts another customer’s hair. “It’s all I talk about all day at work. It actually gives me a bit of a thrill just to talk about it. I never say what I want to do, or how much I think about it, I just bring it up and my customers usually can’t shut up about it. I’ve met a couple of ladies who admit they’ve actually tried it for real. I almost asked for an invite home with one customer who says she does it all the time, but I was a bit scared of her…”
How long have you felt this way?
“I think I saw my first doggy video when I was a teenager. A school-friend showed it to me, she thought it was funny. I couldn’t get it out of my head. Then years later I had a boyfriend with a big porn collection, and I asked him if he had anything with animals on… He fucked me doggy style and called me his bitch whilst I watched some German tarts sharing a dog. Ever since then, I’ve only ever really enjoyed sex if I was thinking about being with a dog whilst we did it.”
Judging by the way you look, I guess you have a lot of opportunities to think about it…
She smiles, “Yeah… I do alright, but I’d like to be able to share my passion with someone, and it’s hard to tell a partner you’re turned on by animals… Do you say something before you get to know them and risk freaking them out, or do you wait to get to know them, then tell them and risk feaking them out later?” She chuckles to herself. “I don’t know.”
What do you hope to achieve by coming on the show today?
She purses her lips whilst she considers her answer. “Well, obviously, I hope to have a lot of fun with a dog… But also, it’s like, I’ll be coming out of the closet… If I meet someone with a dog in the future, I’m already out, I’ll be able to just tell him, and to be proud of it. Cut all the bullshit.”
“Hey… I’ve got a dog…”
We cut to her customer, and it’s the familiar face of Carol, she’s here in her little red dress, and it’s fairly obvious she didn’t come for the haircut!
Stacy grins broadly and speaks direct to camera. “Well, how convenient!”
Cut to – Carol’s long haired black German Shepherd, Rebel, running around the shop, skidding on the shiny floor. Stacy has pulled the shutters down at the front of the shop and it’s now quite private in here.
Stacy is on her feet, unzipping those tight tight jeans, peeling them down her thighs, over her knees, to her calves… She’s got a nice pair of legs, maybe not as toned as she’d like them to be, but nice all the same. Struggling to get them over her feet. She sits on one of the chairs in the waiting area and Carol grabs the jeans to pull them off her feet, almost falling over when they come loose.
Stacy stands up again and peels her top off, revealing a pretty flat belly and those bra-less fake tits. Her body is still tanned from a recent holiday in Spain, and the tan lines around her big boobs suggest she only had a very brief bikini. She pulls her obviously wet panties off to show off another pale bikini line and an almost bald pussy…
She stands with her hands on her hips, her naked body in very good shape for an older lady – naturally healthy rather than gym toned, slim rather than hard, her big fake tits standing proud on her chest, little nipples hard, belly almost flat, shaved pussy. Confident, then cracking a smile and showing a little embarrassment.
Carol takes over as impromptu interviewer, “How long have you been waiting for this?”
“About 25 years…” Replies Stacy, shifting her weight from one foot to the other.
“And what are you most looking forward to doing with my doggy?” Asks Carol, moving closer with Rebel, whose feet are skidding on the floor as he gets closer to the naked hairdresser.
Stacy considers her answer. “Oh, so many things…” She holds up fingers for each. “I want to taste his cum… I want to feel his knot in me… And, most of all, I think I’m just looking forward to having him just slamming into my pussy!” She covers her face with her counting hand and looks down at the floor, a mini wave of embarrassment crashing over her as she realises what she’s just said.
Cut to a few seconds later, she’s got over her moment of shame, and she’s down on her knees on the floor, wrestling with Rebel… Her pushing him, him jumping up to put his paws on her shoulder, her leaning forward on her hands pretending to be a dog, him skipping away, then turning and wheel-spinning his paws on the shiny floor, scratching it up, as he tries to get back to her.
The whole time we are struck with how good her middle-aged body actually looks. It’s not super-toned and her fake boobs aren’t oversized, but the proportions just work together so well, as does he face – not beautiful or overly stunning, but unmistakably attractive, even if it is a little over made-up. The way she looks doesn’t appear to be lost on Carol either, we catch sight of her checking Stacy out a couple of times during this foreplay sequence.
Then the hairdresser has got Rebel trapped, and rolled onto his side, and she’s patting him. Hard, almost like a drum, but he’s loving it, just laying there and taking it. Then she’s rubbing his chest, digging her fingers in to the fur, then scratching his belly – long red fingernails, not too hard, his legs scratching mid-air when she gets the right spot. Then she’s biting her bottom lip, nervous that she’ll mess up as she… Fondles his cock for the first time… Playing with his sheath, holding the hard little cock inside, jerking it until she feels it getting bigger, and then smiling up at Carol…
“A couple more minutes of this and he’ll be hard enough to make your dreams come true…” Says Carol with a sly little wink.
Stacy smiles back up at her, holding eye contact for a few seconds before looking back at the dog’s slowly expanding cock – pulling the sheath back to reveal the tip of the cock, pulling further – almost experimentally – and suddenly half his cock is on show, almost spilling out of his sheath. As Carol said, it’s almost ready for action.
“Go on then… Give him a suck…” Chuckles Carol, almost reading Stacy’s mind.
Stacy doesn’t need to be asked twice, she leans forward and wraps her lips around his semi-erect cock, starts sucking and immediately begins moaning. This is the most intellectually pleasurable thing she’s ever done – just the knowledge that she has a dog’s cock in her mouth is taking her to the edge of orgasm…
She takes it out of her mouth every 10 seconds or so, partly to take a breath, but mainly to see how it’s grown. Each time she takes it out she lefts the saliva and cum that has accumulated in her mouth just spill down her chin. She looks at the camera, “I don’t like the way he tastes… But I love having him in my mouth…”
Carol nods, “Oh, we all know that feeling, don’t we love…”
Stacy wipes her chin, smiles at Carol, then goes back in for another mouthful. Just the one, before sitting up again and flashing us a shiny lipped (and chinned) smile.
“Are you ready then, kid?” Asks Carol, very much playing the mother-hen this week, even though it’s clear from her eyes that mothering isn’t what she wants to do to this slut!
Stacy nods, “I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life!”
From now on she follows Carol’s instructions as soon as they are given, with a rare kind of enthusiasm… “Okay, roll onto your hands and knees like a bitch…” Stacy does, looking up expectantly. “Stick your arse out…” She does. “Spread your knees a bit.” She does. “Now bark like a bitch!” Stacy doesn’t miss a beat, giving a couple of cute little ‘ruff’, ‘ruff’ noises. “And beg…” The slightest pause, then rather than speaking, Stacy rises up on her knees, raising her hands together like a dog, ‘begging’, with a cute pout.
Carol smiles and then calls, “Rebel… Fuck-time…” She points at Stacy and Rebel is on his feet in a second, scrabbling around behind Stacy, mounting her back and pushing her back down onto all-fours.
His forelegs grasp around her firm waste – his hairy black chest on her tanned back, neatly clipped toe-nails scraping against the back of her slim legs. His hot belly on her two-tone tan-lined behind. The tip of his cock, hot and wet, banging around her pink pussy lips. Jerking hard and fast at her as he tries to get inside her.
Carol doesn’t give her beast long to find his spot – she drops to her knees beside Stacy and reaches under her belly, down between her thighs to grab the dog’s meat – then steers it up to the hairdresser’s pussy. Pressing the tip against her neat hairless lips, her fingers brushing the flesh to, feeling the wetness… Then squeezing the tip of the cock between those lips, following it in one a couple of fingers, making sure it slides all the way in…
Rebel probably didn’t need any help to get in, just a little more time – he definitely doesn’t need any help to fuck the slut – he’s already away and into his stride, pounding excitedly away at her from behind – and she’s loving it from the first second. We can almost see the smile, his big tongue hanging out of the side of his open mouth as he hammers away at her.
Her eyes tight shut, shutting out the cameras, focusing on the dog inside her. Gasping from the pleasure – the heat and power between her legs. He’s slamming into her – fucking her like it’s his only purpose in life.
Carol watches up close – still kneeling next to Stacy. Watching those bolt-on tits jiggling. No wobble, just a little shake. She can’t resist reaching under Stacy’s body to cup one of them. Stacy moans, but it’s hard to tell if she’s even noticed the hand on her boob, or if this is just another reaction to the big hot cock in her pussy… Carol squeezes harder to find out.
As Rebel continues to ram his bitch, and she continues to gasp, and Carol squeezes harder… Stacy slowly turns her head opens her eyes, then despite being knocked around, scratched and scraped as he jiggles her, pounding into her at maximum speed, she manages a smile at Rebel’s owner. She brings up her right hand, taking the weight on her left, and uses it to grab Carol’s hand, holding it on her tit and squeezing.
We cut to a side angle and take in the full beauty of the scene. The big hairy black dog all over Stacy’s nicely tanned back, Carol beyond her, reaching under to fondle her fake tits. Pinching her nipples, pulling on them.
Stacy gasps as the beast pushes harder, arching his back, pushing in. Carol encouraging him, “Come on, boy, work your magic… Go on, lad, give her the knot…” Turning her attention to Stacy. “Do you want the knot? Just relax and take it all… Take the knot…”
Stacy breathing through it, trying to relax her body despite the onslaught… Then suddenly, just as she seems to be loosening up, yelping “Oh shit!” and opening her mouth wide in a silent scream… Rebel stops moving – just holds himself on her back, tight, indicating that he’s in there nice and tight.
Carol smiles broadly, “Oh yes… Take it… Take that fucking knot you dirty slut… Take it!”
A close-up shows the fist-sized knot that is stuffed into Stacy’s cunt. The white flesh around the knot contrasts sharply with the tanned skin elsewhere. The knot, what we can see of it, is a truly ugly thing. Bulbous, covered with tiny blood vessels, a horrible grey pink colour, and stretching her pussy right out.
She’s still holding onto Carol’s hand – squeezing it so that Carol will squeeze her tit even harder. Trying to take away from the pain in her cunt with pain elsewhere. Carol holding tight, and smiling broadly, leaning into Stacy’s ear, “That’s right, cunt, take that fucking knot you dirty fucking Cockney whore…”
Stacy breaths through the pain like a woman giving birth… Blowing air out and gritting her teeth… The big knot continuing to stretch out her pussy, throbbing and squirting jism shots into her. Her moaning, a painful moan rather than a pleasurable one this time…
We fade out then fade back in to show the passage of time… Now with a close-up of the knot just beginning to ease out of her pale cunt. Easing out further, pussy stretching to the max as the lump of ugly gristle slowly works clear of her.
Carol reaches down and takes hold of Rebel’s cock by the base of the shaft… She pulls gently, just enough to tip the balance between in and out… And the knot breaks free causing Stacy to issue a loud gasp. Carol withdraws the whole cock, sliding it out of Stacy’s pussy, and holding a small glass coffee cup under her pussy as a stream of jism spills out.
Stacy remains on hands and knees, her head down, still catching her breath, as Carol continues to catch cum from her pussy, and to aim the cock toward the cup to catch a few more shots.
Stacy kneels back onto her heels and comes upright, flashing a satisfied toothy grin at the camera. “That was excellent…” She says, still breathing hard. She reaches up and plays with her hair, pulling it back from her face. Her arms in the air, pulling her boobs up and making those bolt-on delights look even better.
Are you glad you applied?
“Definitely.” She says as she ties her hair up, then wipes both hands over her face, careful not to smear her make-up. “That could be a little bit life-changing!” She says with a smile.
How so?
“I’ve never experienced anything like that in my life… It was painful, and a little disgusting… I felt cheap, and dirty… And so so bloody good… I’ve never cum like that in my life.” She smiles.
So you’ll be doing it again?
“Again and again, yeah.” She nods. “I’ll start looking for a dog tomorrow!”
Carol, who has been hovering right beside this naked hottie the whole time, raises the glass coffee cup and offers it to Stacy, who turns her nose up as the contents that are swilling around at the bottom of it. Shakes her head, “I don’t think so… No thanks…”
Carol looks at the glass cup, shrugs her shoulders, and says “Waste not want not…”, then tips the content into her own mouth and swallows it all down with an “aaahhhhh!” of satisfaction. “That hits the spot!”
Cut to a few minutes later, Rebel on the floor licking himself. Carol checking herself out in a mirror, adjusting her little red dress, and Stacy, still naked, with sweat, cum and quite a few little hairs plastered to her boobs, standing in the middle of her shop, looking right into the camera. She looks just a little embarrassed about her performance.
What did you think about Rebel?
“I thought he was wonderful. I couldn’t have asked for a better first dog…” She looks around. “And Carol too… Very nice, set just the right tone… Me made feel very comfortable.”
You didn’t want that drink at the end?
Stacy screws up her face. “No… The one disappointed for me was the cum… I didn’t like it at all. I’ll get a dog – hundred per cent… But I don’t think I’ll be giving him too many blowjobs.” She smiles again.
Our final shot is of Stacy walking over to Rebel and crouching down to give him a rub and a pat on the side, saying ‘thank you for a good time’…
Fade out.
Catch-up footage: We watch Stacy cutting hair again. Three chairs with a woman in each, three more in the waiting area. There appears to be a lot of friendly chat going on between Stacy and each customer.
Stacy speaks in voice-over, “Business has been excellent since the show went out. It’s amazing how many new customers I’ve had, and how many of them ask the same question… Have you got your own dog yet?”
We cut rapidly from one customer to the next as they have their hair cut, combed, teased, dyed, etc. Just a quick shot of each of them. Stacy continues her voice-over, “You’d be amazed by how many I’ve been able to invite back home to meet my new boy… And they’ve all been amazed by how much fun they’ve had with him.”
Cut to Stacy in close-up, talking direct to camera, “Thank you, UK of Zoo!”
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