A train rattles along a raised section of track. Beneath it – a series of large Victorian era arches have been walled in to form garages and storage spaces. Grubby, messy and old. It’s the wrong end of town, very much working man’s territory.
We close in on one of these arches and note a figure walking toward it.
She’s immaculately dressed from top to toe in a tailored black jacket and knee length skirt combination, with a low-cut white top tucked in tight, the neckline revealing a healthy fold of lightly tanned cleavage. The skirt is wraps around strong thighs and stops short of toned calves.
Her shoulder length hair is straight, mostly blonde but with a few black streaks, not a single strand it out of place. As she gets closer we can see her face clearly and it’s worth looking at. Big hazel eyes, high cheekbones, a soft jawline and whiter-than-white teeth – perhaps a little too much make-up. She has the confident smile and carriage of a woman who knows she’s attractive – probably a little too confident. Arrogant even.
The entrance to the arch, a large wooden door is ajar, and she steps inside without pausing. Walking into the space as if she owns it.
Inside it’s dingy and dirty. Wooden packing crates are banked up to the rear and along one side of the arch, the other half is clear – although the word ‘clear’ might suggest an area a lot cleaner than this. There’s a good inch of dirt covering the ground. Leftover food wrappers, cans, rat shit.
Credit to her, the young lady doesn’t so much as turn her nose up at the place.
She looks right past the camera, to the interviewer behind – the audience at home don’t matter to her, she’s not here for them – they are there for her. Her voice is rich and smooth, education dripping from every word.
“Hello, my name is Bronte LaSelles, I’m 25, and I’m from Hampstead in London… And I’m here to be FUCKED by a dog!” The emphasis she places on the word ‘fucked’ is quite delightful.
The obvious question is ‘Why is a woman like you, coming to a place like this, to do something like that?’
She smiles and forces a little laugh. She’s in total control. “Because I want to. And I always get what I want.”
Cut to a shot of Bronte sitting/leaning on a packing crate, her bottom perched on the edge of the box, her hands behind her, her ankles crossed. She’s relaxed, very much in control, right in the middle of everyone’s attention – where she always is. She answers questions direct to camera.
“I’ve always been attracted to depravity and perversion… I enjoy an extremely varied sex-life and I see no reason why I should be ashamed of my proclivities. It is the twenty-first century after all… We’ve killed God… We are the rulers of the world… What’s to stop us doing whatever we want to do? And I want to do this!”
You seem like a very take-charge in-charge type of lady… I’m surprised you haven’t tried this already…
“If I had wanted to do it before, I would have done so… The idea never appealed to me until I saw your show, so I thought I would like to do it on your show. I think the cameras and the viewers at home are just as sexually exciting as the dog itself.”
You like the idea of being watched?
“I enjoy the thought that people around the world will be watching and crying that the dog is getting me but they won’t. I don’t mean to be arrogant, I know that can be unattractive in a woman, but I know you haven’t have a woman like me on your show before. I doubt you’ll find another either. I’m special.” She delivers this in such a way that we like her despite her arrogance. It’s hard to argue with her personal appraisal so far – she is a very attractive woman.
As I said before, you seem very take-charge, you understand that once things start – the dog will be in control and you will just be here for the ride…
She smirks. “I rather think that’s the appeal of it… Most men I meet are scared of me. They are desperate to please me. I like ‘a bit of rough’, and I can’t imagine anything rougher than a doggy!”
We hang on her look for a moment – then cut to outside to see what her bit of rough looks like…
Cut to the street outside. A close up of a middle-aged woman trying her best to look like an aloof bitch – dark glasses and too much make-up. It’s Carol. A wider shot reveals that she’s wearing that tight-fitting knee-length red dress again.. Her hair and make-up looks particularly slutty today.
Pull back further to reveal that she’s walking with her German Shepherd, Rebel. His long black fur is shiny, his eyes bright, his nose glistening. Healthy and handsome.
Her northern tones sound out over the top of the video. “This is Rebel, and my name is Carol. I’ve only had him for less than a year but he’s a fast learner – and he’s already become an expert lover… I can’t get enough of him, but he’s still got more than enough to share around…”
In close-up, her talking direct to camera. “The United Kingdom of Zoo gave me my chance to shine, now I’m going to share that pleasure with another, very lucky lady…”
And with that, she steps through the big wooden door into the archway.
Inside, Bronte watches the new arrivals enter. She barely moves, still leaning on those boxes, very casual, laid back. She doesn’t look impressed by the black shepherd, or by the woman in red. These are merely props to entertain her.
Carol walks over to introduce Rebel to the young lady. He immediately begins to sniff at her, between her legs, up her skirt, pushing his head in as far as he can. Bronte is amused but apparently not aroused, and pushes him away. Carol moves in for the obligatory near-miss cheek-kiss – figuring the younger woman to be the type that’s into such false friendliness. She’s right.
She introduces herself, “I’m Carol, this is Rebel.” Bronte returns the near-miss cheek-kiss on the other side. “Bronte… And I’m your willing dog-slut for today!” Still aloof, but at least she knows her purpose.
Carol steps back with her dog to give Bronte room to strip for the camera.
They chat as the younger woman removes her blouse to reveal a white half-cup, front-fastening bra which is holding back a near perfect pair of boobs. Just the right amount of curve and size. “Has Rebel serviced many ladies?” She asks as she unzips her skirt down the hip and thigh and slips it off revealing silk panties beneath.
Carol responds. “A couple of ladies, yes… And a lot of sluts…”
Bronte raises an eyebrow and asks “And which category are you placing me?”
Carol looks her up and down – young, firm, smooth, good skin, tremendous body… But not impressed. “I’ll tell you when I’ve seen you in action!”
Bronte nods – a “you think you’re better than me” nod, an “I’ll show you” smile to go with it, and unhooks her bra at the front, letting those boobs drop a tiny bit, but spread wider. They are tremendous. Bronte appears to be very proud of them, and then the secret comes out, “Daddy bought them for my 18th.” Shit, these are good fakes because no-one here would have picked them as surgically enhanced… Carol can’t resist, reaching out to fondle one of them, much to Bronte’s amusement. “Everyone wants to feel them sooner or later…” She laughs.
“And I’m sure given enough time everyone will…” Carol deadpans to camera. “And to be fair, everyone should, they don’t feel fake.” She finishes her fondle and allows her hands to run down Bronte’s belly, then backing away, clearly impressed with how firm this young beauty’s body is.
Bronte stands there for a moment, watching Carol back away. “I hope you enjoyed that.” She says with more than a hint of sarcasm. She has her near perfect body almost fully exposed, boobs firm and round but totally natural looking. Flat stomach, toned legs, and tight little buttocks. She’s almost as hot as she thinks she is. Understand this – she wouldn’t be modelling for Victoria’s Secret, but she’d probably win your local wet t-shirt contest easily.
She pulls her briefs down her thighs to reveal her blonde whispy pussy, steps out of them, and stands there naked and confident. Everyone is looking and she loves it. We can tell she’s looking forward to millions seeing her on television and over the internet. We’re also pretty confident that if she fucks as good as she looks, she’ll be our highest download on the website!
“I suppose you’re going to want me on the ground?” She says – above it all, but knowing that the whole point was to do it in the dirt. We confirm this and she just stares toward the camera, her head slightly to one side, a ‘really?’ look on her face…
Then she’s getting down onto the dusty and dirty ground. Wiping dirt off her hands onto her thighs, then brushing dirt off her thighs… Dirt on the ground digging into her knees. Her shifting position until she is comfortable, and once her knees are comfortable she bends forward, placing her hands back on the floor, her arse in the air. She nods to Carol to say that she’s ready. “Okay…”
Carol returns to Rebel and unhooks his collar, setting him loose… He moves toward Bronte immediately, sniffing around her rear. Her ass, between her thighs – wet nose against her flesh, tongue flicking and flapping around as he homes in on his target.
Bronte takes a deep breath, still maintaining her cool exterior but showing the slightest sign of nerves. Then a little whimper/gasp as Rebel’s tongue wipes over her perfect little pussy. More surprise than pleasure. Rebel doesn’t care if she likes it – he’s just after his favourite taste… His tongue rasping over her pussy, between the lips, over the clit, from clit to perineum over and over. Drinking her up, and slowly breaking down her cool exterior as it begins to feel good.
She does her best to keep a straight face, her soft lips together, pursed slightly, eyes wide, blonde hair still in place.
We cut to a side angle to catch the full glory of this wonderful looking lady on her hands and knees, firm boobs hanging down, belly flat – sucked in deeper so that in profile she has virtually no middle at all she’s so slim – the legs, the arms, the arse, all damned good. The dog behind her, his snout buried between her thighs, his tongue working her pussy. She’s breathing hard, we can see her chest expanding and she breaths, doing her best to avoid showing she’s enjoying this… But possibly for the first time in her life – she’s beginning to fail…
Carol approaches, “It looks like you’re beginning to enjoy this…” She says, “Let’s put a stop to that!”
She pats Bronte on the bottom, then runs her hand up the younger woman’s back. Once again, that crazy woman in red taking the opportunity to feel up a beautiful woman whenever she can. She pats Bronte’s bum again, “Come on, Rebel… Fuck-time… Fuck-time…”
Rebel, well trained as he is, stops licking – against his instincts – and gets ready to mount her, moving into position, then rising up and taking hold of her hips, his paws wrapping around under her belly, dewclaws scraping raw lines around her midriff.
He starts to pump at her rear end, his cock tip protruding just a little, jagging at her lovely rear end… Bronte supports him and waits for the inevitable. Keeping her head up, facing forward. Rebel still trying to get in her pussy, and us just sitting back and watching – because even the struggle looks good.
Carol isn’t about to sit back and watch though, she crouches beside her boy and takes hold of his sheath, wanking it to get the cock out on show, meanwhile she reaches her other hand down under Bronte’s belly and between her thighs to run her fingers between the blonde’s slimy pussy lips – a combination of the dog’s saliva and the girl’s own juices, which she then spreads wide… She moves her other hand forward, bringing Rebel’s cock with it, putting the two together then backing away quickly as the dog slides home and takes over…
Bronte’s mask of superiority cracks… A gasp, a smile, a moan. “Ohhh bloody hell…” And he’s fucking her hard. Pounding at her. Her fake titties jiggling under her, her head thrown back further, her mouth open in a silent shout, teeth exposed.
Rebel ramming into her from behind, arching his back for the best possible penetration – and her taking it like a pro – beginning to moan as the thrusting hot dog in her pussy begins to feel seriously good. The hand that she used to open her pussy is now being used to work her clit in fast, hard circles to match the speed of Rebel’s pounding.
Carol stands nearby, enjoying her controlling role… “Just remember that you’re being fucked by a dirty big dog, on national television… Don’t forget that…” She smiles. “Makes you feel like a right slut, doesn’t it?”
Bronte doesn’t acknowledge the older woman, she just keeps taking that dog cock…
We’re back in that perfect side-angle, watching the dog on her back, watching her taking everything he gives her. Her slim little body and her big boobs under his hairy black mass… Her mouth wider open, her tongue exploring her lips. Breathing harder all the time.
The actual fuck has taken less than a minute before the dog pushes extra hard, and Bronte suddenly arches her back and lets out a gasp of pleasure… “Oooohhhh!” She moans as she begins to shiver – pleasure rushing through her body and warming her through. Rebel is no longer pounding her, he’s relatively still, just holding position on her back… She under him and there’s not a thing she can do about it other than wait, mouth open and eyes closed, letting the moment pass over her.
We see a close-up of the dog’s cock jammed in Bronte’s pretty little cunt. The knot inside. Tied. His arse and balls pulsing as he sends his spunk into her.
Carol obviously thinks it’s time to show who’s in charge. “Look at you, you dirty little dogwhore… Down in the dirt where you belong…”
We cut to a wide-shot, watching Carol walk around infront of Bronte, the big dog still on the blonde’s back. She looks very delicate under him, down (at Carol says) on the dirt floor. Carol crouches infront of her. “You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?”
Bronte looks back at her, trying to keep her face straight – still trying to look cool and in control, but we all know the truth now. “Tell everyone at home that you love it.”
Bronte turns slightly toward camera, not staring down the lens, but half way. “I love this… I love it…”
“What do you love? Tell them exactly what you love…?
Bronte speaks, her voice cracking in the middle of the sentence, “I love being fucked by… This dog…”
“And what’s he doing right now?”
Bronte tries not to smile, but we can see she’s having fun, “He’s cumming in my tummy… I can feel his hot spunk in there… I love it…”
We cut to a close-up of Bronte’s pussy… Stretched out by the knot, but not for long… The dog backs away and his meat suddenly breaks free and slurps out of her, causing her to squeal.
The side angle again, with her still on all-fours, beginning to change position as the dog wanders away… Carol puts a hand on her back and tells her to “Stay!”, in a very pointed, talking-to-a-dog manner, then calls to Rebel, “Rebel, here!” at which point the black Shepherd staggers back to the pair of them, his big cock swinging under his belly.
Carol grabs him by the collar and pulls him into position infront of the blonde. Bronte says, “No… I don’t do that…” But she cracks a smile as she’s saying it, and we know that even if she doesn’t usually do it, she’s going to do it now… Carol grabs Rebel’s cock and pulls it out between his hindlegs, he looks back over his shoulder to watch what happens next.
Then Carol grabs Bronte by her pretty blonde hair and holds her head up, inches from her own. She’s hold the cock a few inches away too. It’s ugly – fat and bulbous, bulging in the middle and a horrible pale purple colour, tiny little blood vessels criss-crossing it’s over stretched surface. Carol holds it infront of Bronte’s mouth, which is already a little open in anticipation – but she doesn’t move it closer.
“Beg for it…” Teases Carol, clearly enjoying herself – whether it’s because the slut is young, or pretty, or rich, or from the South, it’s hard to tell… Probably a bit of each…
A squirt of watery cum shoots onto the girl’s pretty face as she begs, “Please can I suck his cock?”
Carol moves it closer, teasing the slut. “Who’s cock?”
Bronte strains against Carol’s grip on her hair. “The dog’s cock… Please let me suck the dog’s cock…”
Carol leans in closer, so close that the next jet of dog jism hits her chin as well as Bronte’s cheek. “Why?”
Bronte makes eye contact with the older woman, and submits completely, “Because he’s a dog and I’m a dogslut…”
Carol smiles, pulls the hair harder, tipping Bronte’s head back, and plants a long, wet tongue kiss on the younger woman’s mouth, holding it long enough to satisfy her curiosity, before moving away and pulling the head down to the dog’s cock…
Bronte immediately sucks the beast’s cock deep into the back of her throat – swallowing the whole thing up almost completely. There’s no gag reflex here, this girl could swallow anything… She holds it there, sucking her cheeks in… Holding it… Holding it… Holding it until she needs to breath, then opening her mouth around it and sucking in the air she needs before returning to the sucking action… This time she moves her mouth back and forth on the dog’s shaft, drawing back until the fat cock almost falls out from between her lips, then swallowing it all back up again…
“Oh you love it, you dirty fucking southern tramp…” Spits Carol, probably having more fun here than she’s ever had on the show before.
More sucking – faster and faster, working that shaft, swallowing the little jets of cum the dog sends her way… Sucking deep, then out, sucking deep, then out… Moaning around it. She’s got one hand off the floor squeezing one of her boobs, Carol joins in squeezing the other one. Carol pinching the nipple and pulling down… Bronte doing the same with the other nipple… The dog’s cock still in her mouth… A smile around it…
Carol takes her by the hair again, pulls her mouth back off the dog’s cock, “Do you want to cum then, cunt?”
Bronte nods, licking her lips, very keen to experience a climax with this animal… “Yes please…”
“You want to cum on his cock?” Repeats Carol. Bronte nods, chewing her bottom lip.
Cut to: Bronte, now on her back in the dirt, raising her pelvis to the height of the dog’s cock. Carol feeding that fat ugly prick into the pretty girl’s cunt – it’s still a tight fit – then pumping it into her like a dildo… Using that dog cock to pleasure a woman who could probably get any cock she wanted…
Carol works fast and hard, wanking the slut with her pet’s meat. Rebel looks very relaxed, like this doesn’t bother him one way or another, his tongue hanging out and what appears to be a smile on his face.
Bronte is working both boobs with her hands, pinching her nipples, enjoying the feel of the dog’s cock in her pussy, looking up at Carol’s face – completely under her control, at her mercy… “Please make me cum on his cock… Make me cum on your doggy…”
Faster and harder, faster and harder, pumping that cock into the slut – who’s back is arching now, her thighs shaking, her nipples pinched and pulled an inch away from her tits, and then… “OOOooooooohhhhhhh fffuuucccKKKKKK!” Gasps Bronte. The loud gasp echoing through the large archway. “FFuuucccckkkkk yyyeessssSSSSS!” She continues as she bucks, immediately falling away from the dog’s cock and rolling onto her side, wriggling on the ground like a worm as the orgasm rolls through her slim frame.
We watch her laying here, breathing hard, wreathed in sweat for a few moments, her eyes open, staring toward the camera but not acknowledging it. Pan up to see Carol stroking Rebel’s head, leaning forward to tell him he’s been a good boy, letting him lick her open mouth and smiling.
Fade through to Bronte sitting against one of those packing crates again, naked this time and risking splinters in her lovely little ass. Her body is streaked with scratches, her knees scraped from the dirty floor, and there’s dust sticking to various wet patches on her legs, belly, chest and face. Carol is next to her in her red dress. They both look very relaxed.
Carol speaks first, “I think she did very well for a first timer… She wasn’t as stuck up as I thought she’d be… I thought she was going to hate it.”
“I knew I was going to have fun from the second he walked in. He looks like a good fuck… And he was.” Adds Bronte.
“So, do you think you’ll be wanting to do this again?” Asks Carol.
“Certainly… That’s not a one time thing. I’m sure you know all about that…”
Carol nods, she is well aware of how addictive dog cock can become.
Bronte turns to Carol and asks in her plummy posh accent, “So, what do you say, am I a lady or a slut?”
Carol considers her reply, “I’d say you are a very slutty lady!” she chuckles.
Bronte smiles, her first truly relaxed smile of the session. “I’ll take that!”
And we fade out on that.
Video diary update: Home video footage of Bronte in full evening wear, arriving at a social gathering with a tall young man in an evening suit, his face digitized out for privacy reasons. Bronte talking in voice-over.
“Since the show went to air I’ve gained a certain notoriety among the society set… I’m getting invited to more parties than ever before… Although I sometimes get the feeling that my friends have certain ‘expectations’.”
As she enters the party there are smiles and welcomes from various friends.
The footage cuts to a back room at the party, Bronte with half a dozen friends, rich and shameless every one of them… Two of them holding a golden Labrador retriever each on a chain, the dogs both pulling toward Bronte as she begins to peel off her evening dress to reveal his lingerie and tremendous body.
The voice-over continues, “I’m more popular now that I ever was before… Because everyone knows I’m special…”
And as she drops to the floor, laughing and smiling with her friends, and stroking a dog on either side of her… We see one of the other girls at the party joining her on the floor between the dogs, her face digitized out, and the two of them sharing a kiss infront of the cheering hooray Henry brigade. Then we fade out because it’s…
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