We’re in a quiet side-street in the middle of Glasgow, up in Scotland. The sky is grey, and the buildings are brown. It’s all very boring. There’s a small, single storey, medical centre infront of us. Two parking spaces reserved for doctors – one marked N GUPTA, the other S GUPTA.
Inside, and we’re in a doctor’s room, looking at a dark-skinned and very skinny, almost shapeless middle-aged lady. She’s dressed semi-formally in trousers and a pale blouse, standing infront of her desk. She has long black hair tied back in a tight pony-tail, a big forehead, sharp features and a tight-lipped smile that looks just a little mischievous. Big brown eyes and a surprisingly pointy nose finish off this strange little look. She’s not ugly, more anonymous. She could be in the same room as you and you’d barely notice.
She speaks with a peculiar accent that combines that all-too-familiar Indian-in-Britain pronunciation, with a slight Glaswegian edge, and lets out a little laugh whenever she says something she finds amusing.
“My name is Neetu Gupta. I’m 43 years old, and I’m a general practitioner from Glasgow in Scotland.” She flashes that little, narrow lipped smile then returns to ‘serious face’.
We cut to Neetu dealing with some patients – a mother and her young son. Chatting whilst she takes the boy’s temperature. She talks over the top of this in voice-over.
“My parents decided when I was very young that I was going to be a doctor. They were very poor, uneducated, they wanted me to be the opposite. They made me work very hard all the time. They weren’t cruel, they made it a lot of fun for me. Everything was a game.”
She talking to another patient now, again talking to us in voice-over. “When I was at school I didn’t play with the other boys and girls, whenever I had spare time I was reading a book. I was never invited to parties, but if I had been I probably wouldn’t have wanted to go. It was the same at university and medical school. I always wanted to make my parents be proud and finish top of my class. I don’t really know how to talk to people… “
We cut to footage of her comparing notes over a cup of tea with another doctor – male, around the same age, big moustache and thinning hair. “I met my husband through work, there was no attraction between us, but we have shared goals and interests in life, and we didn’t have anyone else, so we just did it, you know… It seemed the right thing to do. We have no children, no real social life. We spend time together, and for years we occasionally, only very occasionally, had intercourse – and that was okay, we were content…”
Back to her talking to a female patient – the patient on her back with her legs in the air, Neetu performing a pap smear, smiling that professional “everything is fine, this is totally normal”-smile that doctors do when in they inspect genitals. She continues in voice-over. “I wrote to you because there is something I found very erotic in your show. It made me feel like I’ve never felt before. I’ve heard of bestiality before, of course, but I’ve never watched it. I didn’t even watch your show until by accident one night. I turned the tv on in the middle of a show and I couldn’t turn it off… Then my husband walked in and he watched it too. Neither of us said anything, but both of us knew that something had changed. Since then we’ve actually had a lot more sex, always doggy style…!”
And what turns you on the most about being fucked by a dog?
Cut to Neetu, back in the surgery, talking direct to camera. Thinking. “It’s pure. It’s just raw animal passion.” She says, confirming it’s something she’s really thought through. “I’ve never known real passion before. I’ve watched most of your shows now, downloaded them, watched them with Sanjay, and I love how the dog is so active, not just being used, it seems to be pure pure lust. He wants pussy, he’s going to get pussy, and he’s going to do whatever he wants to it. I love that.”
And Sanjay is happy for you to do this?
She smiles her cheeky little smile. “He told me that I should apply for the show. He said if it makes me happy it will make him happy… I think he just wants to see me doing it. Which is fine.”
If this works out today, do you think you two will be getting a dog?
“I don’t know about owning our own dog… If I enjoy it I’ll have to find a way to do it again and again though. I’m sure it will be everything I hope, and if it is, it’s not a one time deal, you know?”
In a montage sequence we see as Neetu sees a patient, then another, then waves off her last of the day. We see her fixing up her office at the end of the day, kissing Sanjay on the cheek and sending him home, then sending the last member of staff away and locking the doors of the surgery. “Normally I’d never be the last one to leave, but today I’ve told them I have to stay back for some more ‘interviews’ with you.” She smiles.
We see a few shots of the surgery, now empty with most of the lights turned off. No phones ringing. No patients. Then back to Neetu’s consulting room.
We’re back to face-to-camera interview…
What are you looking forward to the most?
Neetu’s eyes light up, her thin smile more wicked than ever. “Being owned!” She takes a breath, gathering herself. “Being absolutely owned by the beast. Fucked, knotted, and just dominated by an animal. Looking into your camera and admitting that I belong to him.”
We pause on the image of her smiling, the look in her eyes suggesting that she’s thinking about being owned by the beast… And then we fade in the beats of the Bee Gees track, ‘Staying Alive’ sound out and cut to outside where we’re walking in step with a familiar beast. Samson, the magnificent German Pointer strides along with that natural pep in his step. His big body bouncing on those long legs, mouth open, tongue out. Happy boy. His playful, very physical nature, can make him a scary proposition, but his popularity on the show has grown as all the girls realises that deep down he’s just a puppy.
Walking alongside him, looking a little cocky, is twenty-something Greg. He’s a scruffy chap, but well suited to his pet. The music drops as Greg begins to speak to us.
“This is Samson… He’s a German Pointer – 6 years old, 2 feet tall to the shoulder, and weighs almost 70 lbs… Samson LOVES making love to women… And I can tell you for real – women REALLY love making love to Samson.”
Back inside the surgery…
She’s standing in the middle of the room stripping off. She removes her clothes in a very matter-of-fact way. Pale shirt off to reveal dark brown skin. She’s slight, very slim with small boobs that barely need a bra (but are held within a simple white one anyway). Then her trousers, unzipped and slipped off pretty skinny legs. Healthy rather than skin-and-bone. Lean. There’s no fat on her.
She removes her little bra and a small pair of boobs, little more than big nipples, just sit there. Panties next – lots of untrimmed pussy hair. As she moves around we can also see that she hasn’t shaved under her arms for a week or two either.
The door to her surgery/examination room opens and Samson enters, Greg following behind at the end of his chain. The dog looks up at this frail, boob-less, brown thing, not sure… Greg notes that “He’s not sure what you are…” which makes Neetu laugh.
The dog walks around, sniffing, sensing something, and getting closer to Neetu. She stands still, hands slightly raised, legs a little apart… Samson closes in, then figures out where the smell is coming from, moves right to Neetu, sniffs her crotch and immediately starts ‘smiling’, looking back at Greg, and wagging his tail stump – wagging his whole body actually. He’s recognised the smell now… Pussy!
Neetu laughs at his surprise and excitement. “There you go – clever boy… You know what it is… Now how about you taste it…” She leans back on her desk and spreads her thighs a little, opening herself up for his big warm tongue.
Samson obliges – stepping to her and pushing his big head between her legs, up to her pussy, and licking. She gasps the moment his tongue makes contact with her pussy, then her knees almost buckle as she experiences a new kind of pleasure.
She leans back, letting her head fall back all the way, opening her legs to give him the best possible access to her warm, wet hole – and he just keeps on licking, his short haired, big head pushing forward, his tongue exploring her with every stroke – some over the top, some deep inside, all causing her to squeal, gasp and giggle before she’s (very quickly) had enough… She pushes down on the top of his head and scrambles away, climbing up onto the examination table and sitting cross legged, looking down at him as she talks.
“He, has got an amaaaaayyzing tongue!” She looks into camera. “Oh my, that was wonderful…”
Too much?
She thinks for a second as she looks down at the playful dog, dancing around the table, trying to figure out how to get at his little brown slut. “No… Not too much… Very nice. A little too nice, but not too much…”
So you still want to him (we point the camera at Samson), to fuck you (we move the camera to her)?
She smiles, wickedness personified, “Absolutely. I’m very much wanting to do this…”
Then what are you doing up on the table?
She smiles and laughs again, “I’m scared of him… I want him to fuck me… But I’m scared of him – he’s so big… And the licking was real ‘no mercy’-like… I’m just thinking what the sex will be like, and I’m terrified, but very horny…”
Greg speaks calmly. “I promise he won’t hurt you… He’s a good lover… Very considerate… Honest…” His smile wins Neetu over.
“Okay” she says, with mock tone of resignation, “I’ll give him a try…”
She slips down off the table. As she’s slipping she asks if Greg, “Can you just hold him off until I’m ready..?”
Greg grabs Samson’s collar and holds him back – it’s clear that the beast wants to get right at this spicy treat. He’s pulling against Greg’s grip the whole time as Neetu climbs down, gets down on the floor, assumes the position on all fours, and then follows Greg’s instructions to… “Hold your bottom as high as you can… He’s quite a bit bigger than you, so if you’re not careful he’s going to go right up your bum-hole!”
Neetu reaches one hand behind her, placing a couple of fingers into the cleft of her arse-cheeks, pushed up tight against her arsehole. She’s ready for action…
… And so is Samson… The second Greg releases him with a pat on the back and a “Go get her!”, the dog is on Neetu’s back… No more foreplay, just straight to the point. Grabbing hold of this skinny little coffee coloured slut, wrapping himself around her, and stabbing between her thighs with his already impressive pink cock. Arching his back and trying to force himself into her…
We catch a brief glimpse of her smiling – until, as she spots the camera on her face – she adopts a more serious expression. Trying to look like this isn’t something she’s been dreaming about… Fantasizing… Waiting for… One hand still protecting her arsehole… Knees and her other hand still supporting both her own weight and that of the beast.
And then, without any big build-up, she gasps as the dog starts to rock her around, hammering into her from behind – and we realise that he’s inside her. From the volume of her gasp and the size of her eyes we can guess that this is the largest object she’s ever had in her pussy – and from the way she twists her face up we can also tell this is the hardest she’s ever been fucked.
There’s almost 8 inches, not quite, of hot, hard, German Pointer cock ramming in and out of her tight little Indian cunt right now… Fast, and hard, and without a pause. The look on her face says pain, but without the slightest hint of her wanting to stop… She says nothing, but a little whimper escapes her gritted teeth with every one of the dog’s super-fast strokes. “Urgh urgh urgh urgh”
A low angle shot shows her little tits, or big nipples if you prefer, shaking around with the speed of the fuck. She’s brought the hand around from protecting her arse and is using it to help support her weight under the onslaught of the beast.
A side angle shows just how big he is next to her. She’s so slight, and he’s so muscular… And he’s not letting up – just smashing into her, with her “urgh urgh urgh urgh” soundtrack continuing.
His front paws are wrapped around her belly, his hindquarters hammering her from behind, hindlegs staggering along to try and get closer to her bony little arse… And she can’t stop herself from shuffling along on her knees, being pushed ahead of him… So he’s constantly following her – and we’re having to move out cameras to keep up with them. All the time, “urgh urgh urgh urgh” at high speed.
This goes on for around a minute of solid pounding before the dog finally slows down as he pushes extra hard – his strokes become slower, deeper, and more jerky… From the low angle we can see that he’s forcing his knot into her, then pulling it out as he tests whether he’s actually tied or not… This only happens half a dozen times before that knot won’t come out again and she’s actually tied – which produces an extra long “uurrrrgggghhhhhhhhhhh!” sound from Neetu, her eyes opening wide…
Samson standing over her, emptying his balls into her tight little cunt. His little arsehole and big balls pulsing – each pulse signalling another squirt of cum into the good doctor… She’s still giving us the “urgh urgh urgh” sound, but it’s much slower now, and a lower sound, more contentment than pain, one for each pulse of the dog’s balls…
We focus on her face – eyes almost closed, mouth a little open, just a slight twist to it – as if she’s not sure whether she’s in pain or enjoying herself…
The camera moves from her face around until it’s looking up between her legs, Samson’s fat cock still jammed into her pussy – his knot still stretching her all the way out – a few droplets of cum seeping out and ready to drip from her straining pussy lips. Then, as we watch, the knot suddenly slurps out of her in one sudden moment. It’s so fast that the cameraman doesn’t get the camera out of the way and the lens is splashed with the gout of dogjizz that spills out behind the knot and cock shaft….
We cut to one of the other cameras to see the withdrawal again from a different angle. Seeing Neetu tense up and yelp as the beast pulls back and away from her, his massive cock bouncing under him as he hops off.
She falls forward flat on the floor – her little titties pressed against the cold vinyl flooring, her pelvis raised just slightly, apparently still buzzing from the feeling of that huge knot. Her head is tipped up with the pointy tip of her chin on the floor too as she watches the dog staggering around…
Her eyes grow big and round when she sees exactly what he’s been using on her. “Oh my Lord, he’s a huge boy!”, and she cracks another smile, this time one of amazement.
She heaves herself up onto all fours and crawls over toward Samson, who keeps staggering around – not trying to get away from her, just not sure what to do with his still erect and squirting cock. We get a good close up of a couple of little jets of spunk shooting out randomly on the floor – a shot of a few little skinny lines of cum across the vinyl. Then Neetu crawls into shot, lowering her head – her face down close to the floor. She’s got a look on her face that’s somewhere between smile and snarl, born again bad-girl…
We hear her in voice-over, apparently recorded after the events.
“Here I am… I’ve worked all my life to become a doctor… I’ve struggled and worked all hours to establish my own medical practise… I’ve never stopped learning and acting in a professional manner… And now… I’m suddenly finding myself to be 100% a dogslut…”
As she talks we watch her actually licking the floor, the flat of her tongue sweeping over the vinyl, cleaning up the dog cum and whatever dirt the patients have walked into the surgery today. Licking it, them pushing her lips down to it to try and suck up the tiny line of sperm.
The voice-over continues. “I was always worried that when I started it might be painful or a disappointment, but once we were underway I found I just couldn’t stop… I had to do more…”
Cut to Neetu kneeling behind Samson, his big cock pulled backwards between his powerful hindlegs – her admiring the size, colour and ugliness of it. Smiling, then opening wide to take it inside… Sucking on it. Moaning around it.
“Sucking on his penis was the naughtiest feeling I have ever had.” The voice-over continues, with an audible giggle as the skinny little Indian continues to suck on that big fat cock. “It was so warm and as hard as any penis I’ve ever touched… And he tasted…”
We watch as she swallows slowly, her eyes closing, the cock never leaving her mouth.
“I don’t know how to describe it, but it was quite wonderful!”
We watch her sucking on the cock for a few more seconds, a relaxed look on her face. A smile of contentment around that fat shaft, as she continues her voice-over. “Sucking a dog’s penis is not a natural thing to do, and I knew it was not a good thing… But it made me feel so naughty…”
Would you do it again?
We cut from the image of her sucking that dog’s cock, to a shot of her sitting on the counter – still naked, still smeared with dog-sperm and sweat, a few scratches on her dark skin. A big smile on her face. Talking direct to camera.
“I hope so. I will be talking to my husband about buying a dog… I want to do this whenever I like!”
She smiles one more time, a genuine look of hope as we fade out.
Fade back – video update. The solemn moustached face of Neetu’s husband, Sanjay as he works at his desk. Footage we shot at the time of the original show. Neetu speaks in voice-over. “I told my husband all about my experience and he wasn’t happy at all. This was his fantasy as well as mine, he told me I should apply, but he said it was just fantasy and called me a slut for doing it. He even reported me to the authorities for filming a bestiality scene in our surgery. I moved back with my parents but he sent them a dvd of the show and they asked me to move out as well.”
Cut to Neetu, in a cheap little hotel room, talking direct to camera. “I’m currently living off my savings – my license is suspended, my marriage is over… I have to say I’m shocked at the way things have worked out. All because I wanted a little passion and perversion… I thought my husband would like it.” There’s no smile on her face anymore. “I have only good things to say about the dog. He was perfect. I can’t complain about him, only about how things went afterward.”
We hold on her face just long enough to see that she’s not going to smile. Her life is clearly in the toilet.
Cut to: Sansay Gupta’s serious face, with his serious moustache, sitting at his desk, looking up into camera. Shot recently. He speaks into camera, almost a prepared statement. “My name is Dr Sanjay Gupta. I did not know my wife is a slut. I reject the notion that I knew she wanted to have sex with dogs. I completely reject that I told her to do it. She is a dirty slut and I want nothing to do with her. I have sent copies of your show to the British Medical Licensing board, and to her parents. She has tried to say that I am a bad man and that I encouraged her to do it. That I am turned on by it. This is a disgusting lie and I deny it. I hope she dies alone like the animal she is!”
He reaches out and turns the camera off, leaving us with a black screen.
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