Welcome to High Wycombe, a small commuter town just west of London. We’re currently sitting infront of a very nice two-story house with ivy growing up the front wall, and bushes in the small front yard. It’s quiet, with virtually no traffic on the narrow bending street.
The house isn’t huge, but it’s bigger than the average detached home in the area.
We approach the front door, shooting with a hand-held camera, and the door opens as we arrive and we are welcomed by the pleasant, blonde haired, slightly round and heavily made-up face of a middle-aged woman. “Hello there – I’ve been expecting you, won’t you come in…” She says in a welcoming, well enunciated tone. She’s tall and slim, with a good figure and long fashionably shaggy hair, once sun-bleach blonde, now turning to a lightish brunette.
Cut to – that face in close-up. “My name is Michelle Williamson, I’m 44, and I’m a former British Airways flight attendant… Now housewife, mother, and would-be dogslut…” She ends her comment with a smile that is all flight-attendant sharpness and pleasantry.
Then we’re following her up the stairs. “There’s no one else home. My son is at school, husband is on his way back from Sydney. We’ve got all the time in the world to have our fun…”
Into the bedroom, she heads over to the bed and sits down, ready for her interview.
In close-up, cutting away to photos on the wall, wedding pictures, children, family shots, etc. “I met Anthony when we were both working for British Airways. We used to meet up in airport hotels all over the world. We used to have so much fun. Sometimes I’d bring another flight attendant. Sometimes he’d bring his co-pilot. It was just fun all the way. It’s quite common for flight crews actually… Then we went and bloody fell in love! Got married, settled down, I got pregnant, stopped flying… Hideous. I still love Anthony, but I’m so, soooo, bored.”
We cut back from the family pictures of idyllic life, to another close-up of Michelle, a look of deep regret in her eyes. “This girl, DOES, just wanna have fun!”
Why a dog?
“Instinct. It’s been a long time since those airport hotels… I used to be so dirty… I’ve been so nice for so long… I’ve got a lot of catching up to do… What better way to catch up on nastiness than by doing something nastier than you’ve ever done before?”
And why now?
She raises and iPhone, we close in on the photos. The same man who’s in those family pictures on the wall, but he’s in bed with a couple of young flight attendants. “Anthony is a great father, and a brilliant pilot, but he doesn’t have a clue about shared data clouds on our iPhones… These pictures started appearing last year… Right after I first saw your show… I couldn’t think of a better way to even the scores…”
So you’re doing this for revenge?
“Oh no… I’m doing this for fun. What’s good for the goose is good for the gander… I don’t mind him sleeping around, I just want to have my fun too… Revenge will just be a nice side-effect.”
What are you expecting from today? What would be the perfect scenario?
She contemplates the thought. “I just want to be given a really good, really dirty, really perverted, and really really hard… Rogering… I’m hoping he’ll be an experienced, well trained, and very very inconsiderate lover…” There’s a glint in her eye that is pure filth.
Fade to black. Then the beats of the Bee Gees’ “Staying Alive” fade in, as does the perfectly edited strut of Samson the German Pointer and his scruffy owner Greg, as they head down the street. Greg has ear-buds in and appears to be singing along to the song.
As he leads the magnificent beast toward our studios, we hear Greg speaking in voice-over, “I’m Greg, and this is my amazing German Pointer, Samson… He’s 6 years old, 70 lbs of muscle and good hard loving… Samson LOVES making love to women… Women LOVE making love to Samson… And I LOVE to watch…” Cut to Greg looking right into camera, ear buds out, saying, “Want to watch with me?” And he turns up the pathway to Michelle’s home.
Inside her bedroom, standing infront of the kingsize bed, Michelle has begun to remove her clothes… Her blouse and skirt are already off – so as we arrive she’s already down to bra and panties. A nice pair, both in black. Her skin is lightly tanned, and her boobs full in the cups of the bra. She’s only carrying a couple of extra kilos and appears to be in pretty good shape for a woman in her forties. There’s a caesarean scar on her belly just above the line of her panties.
“My husband always said I have the tightest pussy he’s ever been in… When I was pregnant he joked that I’d never get a child through it… Then when the time came, I didn’t have to. Gavin was in a difficult position and the labour was taking forever, so they sliced me open, RUINED my lovely tummy, and out he came…” She runs her finger along the scar. “At least my pussy is still in great condition though!” She smiles – again the smile falls somewhere between air-hostess friendly, and middle-aged wannabe dogfucker… Very sexy.
She moves from her scar to her panties and slips them off quickly to give us our first glimpse of that pussy she’s so proud of. It’s certainly well looked after – hair trimmed short, bikini line waxed, not a stray pube in sight.
She brings her hands to her bra, placing one over each breast. “Can I leave this on? I hate the way my boobs look… They used to be so perky, but since Gavin and old age… They aren’t pretty anymore!” We say it’s fine for her to leave the bra on if she wants to – but our viewers would love to see what she’s got – and we don’t challenge her on the ‘old age’ comment.
Michelle thinks for a moment, then flips one shoulder strap, then the other, off. Unhooks her bra, and lets it fall away. Her boobs fall with it. Not as far as she may have implied, but still a decent drop. She goes from rounded boobs in the bra, to elongated, but not ugly, boobs hanging down. “There…” She says, with a mock scowl direct to camera. “Happy now, viewers?”
Before she can say anything else Samson bounds into the room – quickly making his way over to her and leaning into her legs hard enough to almost knock her over, working his way around her until he’s back infront again, then pushing his big brown head between her thighs to try and lick her pussy.
She pushes him away and dances back a couple of steps… “Woohhhh there, boy… Take your time – I don’t even know your name…”
Greg, standing in the door, helps out, “His name is Samson…”
Michelle smiles and falls back on the bed, “Oh in that case… I’m Michelle and this is for you…” She spreads her legs like a pornstar, straight up and out to the sides, offering her wide-open cunt to the animal.
Samson steps toward her, his tail stub wagging, and goes for her pussy – his big tongue swishing around and over it, much to Michelle’s pleasure. She writhes and moans, her hands down on the top of his big head, not pushing him away – just maintaining contact.
He’s happy to lick for a moment – his tongue sliding over her clit, wet and hot and driving her wild. Twisting and turning his head as he seeks to dig deeper inside her warm hole with every stroke. She’s loving every second of it – and can’t resist telling us about it… “Oh good boy… You’re very licky, aren’t you? If only all the boys were like you!!”
Hearing her voice he suddenly stops and pulls his head away from her pussy – steps back, thinking about it, then lurches up onto the bed… Steps up over her and licks at her face. She twists toward him, offering her mouth up and giggling as Samson licks it. Opening it, letting him lick inside. Sticking her tongue out, letting him lick that too. Going after his face, licking him too. Giggling and laughing as she does it. Sitting back to look at the camera – an expression of pride on her face.
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She reaches up with one hand and takes hold of his collar, with her other hand she reaches under his belly and gets to work on his cock… Looking up at it as she jerks it for a few seconds, then pulls the sheath back to see if it’s hard yet. There’s a surprisingly thin, shiny pink shaft. A long way to go before it can be used – but there it is. “So cute!” She giggles, craning her neck to try and reach it – tongue out, tip wriggling against the little cock… Then she lets the sheath cover it up again and goes back to work on wanking his shaft…
Laying on her back under him, her legs wide apart, pussy exposed… Samson leans down and licks her again whilst she plays with his cock.
We move around them catching the action from all angles – her fondling, then exposing his ever growing cock, licking it, sucking it – him licking at her pussy, pausing to look around at us with his big tongue hanging out of his mouth, then returning to licking. Her moaning every time he goes in to lick, giggling every time he stops.
This went on for a long time, so we cut to the next phase of the action… Michelle assuming the position on hands and knees. Her knees spread quite wide, her arse angled up in the air, boobs pressed down against he sheets. She has a pillow under her face and she is smiling as she jokingly bites it.
Samson circles her, almost bouncing with each step on the big soft bed. Behind her… Ontop of her. Front legs over her shoulders, her raising her arse to meet his belly – him angling his rear end toward her pussy… That cock – big and hard now after all that foreplay – stabbing toward her pussy… The big dog arching his back and trying to jab his cock home…
She takes a deep breath, trying to suppress her smile… Ready for it… Just as he hits his mark… She inhales sharply and a massive smile crosses her face as he slips inside. Just a couple of inches at first, then the thrusting begins – and he’s going deeper and deeper with every move. Pretty soon it’s six or seven inches deep.
“Ooooooohhhhh, that’s it… That’s it… Do that…” She gasps as he hammers away at her. She buries her face in the pillow, comes up with a mouthful of pillow case. Her smile, despite biting down on the pillow, the way she’s sticking her arse up to the dog, presenting easy access to her hot snatch… She’s loving every second of this and she’ll do whatever she can to make it more enjoyable.
The dog pounds her hard and fast, pulling tight against her, his fur against her back, his warm belly slapping against her arse… Pushing hard and fast. Her breathing matching his pounding – ragged and fast – as she clearly builds toward her big moment…
Her whole body shaking from the tension of her pounding – short, rushed thrusts in little bursts… Each one met with a tightening of Michelle’s body – and then, suddenly, she’s making yelping, “Yis yis yis!” noises, slapping the bed with one hand. Her climax continuing as the dog continues to fuck her hard – not showing any consideration for her over-stimulated condition. Still the “Yis yis yis” mantra being repeated at high speed.
This has all been very fast – barely 30 seconds from penetration to orgasm – barely 20 seconds from then to now… And now Samson is stopping his thrusting, pulling himself in extra close… Michelle is reaching back on either side of her legs to take hold of his hindlegs just below his knees. Keeping him on her back – not letting him slip away..
A close-up from beneath shows that his orange sized knot is jammed inside her good and tight. His arse and balls pulsing as he squirts his hot load into her belly. Her “Yis yis yis” has gone quiet now, it’s just a long “Hurhhhhh hurhhhhh hurhhhh” now, one for every time the dog’s balls squirt into her.
She holds Samson in place by his lower legs as the German Pointer empties his balls into the pilot’s wife… Michelle commenting when she sees a camera pointing at her face. “I can feel his hot cock pumping love juice deep inside me… Filling me up with his cum…”
We pan around the crew watching her – all silent, most of them smiling, we briefly see the wide-mouthed, spectacle wearing pretty young star of our show from a few weeks ago, Caitlyn McDermott, here to watch her boyfriend’s dog (and her lover) taking on this older woman.
Then we’re back onto the bed – in close up – looking at Michelle’s stretched out cunt. The knot beginning to break loose. Cum spitting and squirting out. Then there’s half a knot out, cum dribbling out and running down her inner thigh… Then the other half of the knot pulling free – the cock staying inside because Michelle is still holding Samson in position.
We cut to a wider shot as Michelle relaxes her grip on the beast’s legs and he staggered away and slinks off the bed, leaving Michelle face-down, arse in the air, catching her breath.
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We move around infront of her so she is looking right into camera. Still recovering from the fucking, the orgasm and knotting she’s hand. She smiles, this time a weak smile – exhausted and no longer needing any false confidence. She looks VERY satisfied.
How was that?
“Painful…” She smiles. “Beautifully painful…” We hover on her face, there’s nothing left for us to say. Then she volunteers that, “I can feel his cum leaking out of my pussy…”
We cut to a close-up of her wet pussy as she lets loose a little pussy fart, pushing another gout of dog cum out it, which we watch dribble down to the sheets. We focus on the cum on the sheets, then fade out.
Video diary update: We see Michelle, husband Anthony, and their son (Gavin), walking up to a small private school. Gavin is wearing a neat school uniform. Other parents are there to wave their children off too. Michelle and Anthony wave Gavin goodbye – and almost as soon as he’s out of sight they begin talking to another mother/father combination who have walked their child to the school gates with their family dog. Michelle and the other mother exchange cheek kisses, then link arms and walk away with the dog. The husbands follow along a few paces behind them with boyish smirks on their faces. We don’t need dialogue to how that Michelle’s life has changed!
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