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United Kingdom of Zoo – S04:E06: Samantha (52 yr old lifelong doggy dreamer)

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e’re looking at the beautiful English countryside – fields, stone walls, a few cows grazing… Then we’re in a large carpark… Hundreds of cars, shoppers pushing trolleys back and forth… Then we’re looking down at a crowded street market – barrows selling everything from fresh fruit and veg, to handmade jewelry and knock-off designer handbags.

Now we’re looking at the large entrance gates of a zoo… Large letters spell out ‘DUDLEY ZOO’. A small line has formed at the entrance, but it’s nothing spectacular – a bit like the zoo beyond – just a couple of families.

A familiar figure is walking toward us, alongside the customers (who almost all look into camera, the children even wave to camera) – it’s Charley of course. She’s wearing a tight, buttoned up blouse, with the top buttons unfastened to show off her firm cleavage, and a tight mid-thigh skirt that shows off her legs – slim and strong rather than shapely. One of the men in the line of customers keeps his head down, making an effort NOT to look at Charley, his wife checking on him to make sure he’s not looking.

Charley speaks directly to camera as she approaches, “Welcome to the United Kingdom of Zoo. I’m Charley Ozvik, and I’m travelling from this wonderful country looking for zoo lovers… And giving them a close up experience the likes of which most will never dare have…” She looks at the wife, locking eyes for a moment, figuring out if the wife has a clue what she is talking about… It looks like she doesn’t.

The title, “THE UNITED KINGDOM OF ZOO” flashes up on screen over a graphic showing the UK, with little pins appearing, each pin representing a location we’ve either visited, or will be visiting in our fourth series. One of the pins, right in the middle of England, is flashing on and off to indicate that this week we’re in the midlands.

We fade back in on the entrance to the zoo, and now Charley is standing with a guest… Dusty blonde hair, a narrow face, thin lips – she’s not bad for an older lady. Neat semi-formal summer dress, tight enough to show off a good body with a decent measure of cleavage and a good pair of hips.

Charley talks to camera, “This week we’re in the midlands, and we’re about to introduce a long-time fan to the wild world of bestiality…”

The people in the line to enter the zoo can clearly hear the narration – and they do everything they can to look like they can’t hear a word.

The woman takes a look over at the entrance to the zoo and gives a little smile and head shake as if even she thinks the intro is corny. Then looks up into camera and smiles again. She speaks with an accent that’s hard to place, she’s obviously travelled around a lot. “I’m Samantha Gough, I’m 52 years old, and I live in Dudley in the west midlands – and this…”, she nods sideways toward the zoo, “… Is my never-ending torment!”

We cut to the front of a four-story building with a large sign that reads “STATION HOTEL”.

Inside, we find Samantha sitting at the bar, enjoying a drink or three, crossing and uncrossing her legs throughout the interview. The cameras don’t quite catch it, but when we were filming we caught site of her panties several times up that long skirt. That was quite deliberate on her part.

There’s a man behind the bar with a name tag that reads, “PETER, MANAGER” – other than that the room is deserted.

Charley starts the interview, “So, Samantha, how long have you wanted to have sex with a dog?”

Samantha tells her story, “I’d always fantasized about it, I can’t remember not thinking it was sexy – but I never had the nerve to go through with it. Right back to when I was a teenager – every time I got a new boyfriend I would hope he had a dog… Then I met Peter, and he had one… And just my luck, his dog was bloody de-sexed. So I couldn’t go through with it even if I had the nerve to try.”

The man behind the bar, Peter, her husband, chips in, his accent is pure Dudley. Or ‘Dud-laaaaayyyyyy’. “You used to let him lick your pussy though, didn’t you?”

Samantha blushes a little, “Yes. He was good at it too!” She’s lost in thought for a moment, one hand stroking her chest, fingertips around where her nipple would be.

Peter picks up on the story. “She’s been at me for years. ‘Peter, do you think we could get a dog I could fuck?’, ‘Peter, maybe we could go on holiday to Europe and find a dog where it’s legal?’, ‘Peter, I really really want to have sex with a dog!’”

Samantha chips in again, “I spend a lot of time on bestiality forums, trying to meet people with dogs, but I’ve never been able to find someone I feel confident with… I even saw your advert on the forums there when you were just starting out, but I thought it was too good to be true… When the show actually come on tv, and I realised that the advert was real… I wanted to kill myself for not applying!” She shakes her head, reliving the disbelief. Then adds, “But Peter told me I should apply for the second series… And I did, and I kept applying until you called back. And here we are.”

“And how do you feel about all of this, Peter?” Asks Charley.

He speaks slowly, drawing out every word. “Sammi has followed me all around the country for, like, a quarter of a century, different hotels… Then the last 6 years running this place… With the bloody zoo over the road, taunting her the whole time… Having sex with a dog is the only thing she’s ever asked me for… How could I possibly refuse her that?”

“Does it turn you on?”

Samantha looks at Peter, and Peter looks back at her. “It turns me on to think about her fulfilling her dream… Not so much seeing her with a dog… Just her dream… If her dream was to go up the road to the mosque and gangbang a bunch of Muslims, I’d be just as turned on.”

“What is it about bestiality that actually turns you on, Samantha?” Asks Charley, putting on her serious investigative reporter face.

“I think it’s just that it’s very dirty… It’s something that everyone frowns at. Even with your show – all I ever hear is people talking about how disgusting it is, or sick those women must be, how it should be banned… Everyone looking down at all the women… All that shit you took for your gangbang…”

Charley nods, she remembers the controversy – and how much she loved the attention!

Samantha continues. “I want to be the one everyone looks at and says ‘disgusting’… And I want to look back at them and put two fingers up at them… Because ‘fuck you, this is my fantasy and I’ll do what I want!’…” She laughs at her own anger. “And, I, you know, I don’t want EVERYONE to think it’s disgusting, I want some people to enjoy it…”

“And who are those people?” Asks Charley, well aware of who they are.

As Samantha answers we cut to shots of Peter checking clients into the hotel, signing them into their rooms, taking credit card details, etc. Smiling and joking with them all. We may even recognise a couple of them from previous shows.

“Yes, because this is my special moment, my first time, I want it to be the most intense experience of all time… So we’ve made sure the function room is available…” We see a sign infront of the function room entrance that just reads “PRIVATE FUNCTION”…

Samantha continues her voice over as we watch more ‘friends’ checking in – men, couples, even single women. All shapes and sizes. “… And, like I mentioned the bestiality forums before… I’ve been on the forums and I’ve invited a bunch of members down for the weekend, and they’re all booking in for a short stay, and to watch me in action… And I can’t wait.”

“How are you feeling right now?”

We cut back to Samantha with a slightly distant look on her face. She snaps back into the moment as soon as Charley asks her question. “Erm… I actually feel very relaxed and happy… A little bit nervous… Just because I’ve been waiting so long for this… With the audience there’s a bit of pressure on… But I’m relaxed… And ready…”

“What are you most looking forward to today?”

“I’m looking forward to having all those horny dogsex fans waiting to see me in action… Then stripping off an letting that dog at me… And then having them all watching me in action…” She nods and smiles, clearly thinking about that cock in her pussy and that cum in her belly.

“If this all goes well, do you think it will change your life?”

Samantha exchanges looks with Peter… “Well, if I enjoy it, and I think I will… And if he enjoys it… I have this little plan to make friends with some more dog-owners… And offer them free rooms for the night whenever they want to come down and visit us for some… Fun…”

Peter chips in again. “We were actually thinking we could make it a bit of a regular weekend special… For the ladies… Check in, get shagged by a dog, sleep it off and go home the next day… We could make a nice bit of money off it… And gentlemen could check in to watch them…”

“And me…” Adds Samantha.

Then we cut to a line of people – all the guests who we saw checking in – filing into the function room. Smiling, thumbs up to the cameras. Some faces blanked out, others wearing masks, a few brave souls completely open about their identities.

In the function room itself is a fairly plane, open space. A bar on one side (currently closed and unlit), access to a large kitchen near-by, a large open room with a deep red carpet around the outside, and a central tiled area – nominally a dancefloor for the many wedding receptions and parties that have been hosted here over the years.

Chairs have been arranged in a circle around the dance floor section of the room, under a pretty ornate chandelier, and are rapidly filling with our guests – plus a few crew members who have decided to operate their equipment from a distance to give the paying customers a better view.

Charley steps into the circle of chairs, her microphone in hand, still wearing that tight blouse and skirt, possibly having flicked another button open at the front to reveal even more of the curve of her fake boobs.

She speaks, partly to the camera, partly to the live audience. “And now, for your entertainment, please welcome… A very brave lady… Samantha Gough…”

Samantha enters the room to a polite smattering of applause. She’s wearing a black evening dress that clings to her slim body, highlighting her chest and hips. Her walk gives away her nerves, not quite even, long stiletto heel almost turning over at one point. She’s trying to keep a straight face but can’t suppress a smile of excitement.

She walks to Charley, who takes her hand and leads her into the centre of the ring of fans. Charley parades Samantha around the circle, making sure everyone gets a good look. This week’s guest might not be the most attractive woman we’ve had on the show, but she’s being given the full beauty queen treatment.

Charley leads her to the middle of the dance-floor and they pause, Charley asking one last question, “Before we get started, is there anything you’d like to say to these lovely people, and to the viewers at home..?” She points the microphone toward Samantha, who can barely speak due to the width of the smile on her face.

“I’d just like to say…” She pauses to smile again. “I hope you enjoy watching me do this, as much as I’m going to enjoy you watching me do it!” She’s out of breath from excitement, but the smile is wide again.

Charley points the microphone back to her own mouth and says, “Then let’s get started…” before handing it off to a crewmember. She steps back to Samantha, behind her, very close and whispers in her ear. Samantha raises her hands up, lifting her hair out of the way of the back of her dress, and Charley slowly unzips it… She slips it off her guest’s shoulders, pausing to give her tanned shoulder a little kiss, then lowers it down her pale body revealing the rear of a red and black lacey basque, tight to her slim body, and cut high over her hips, and matching red and black French-knickers wrapped tightly around a slightly sagging bottom that suggests she doesn’t live in the gym. Her legs, above average and quite slim, in elasticated hold-up stockings.

Samantha steps out of the dress, her high-heels clicking on the dancefloor with each move.

Her boobs may not be the biggest, but they are filling the cups out nicely all the same to create a good tight curve of cleavage. The French knickers are sheer enough for us to see that she’s shaven down below.

“On or off?” She asks over her shoulder, but Charley isn’t waiting for an answer. Shee’s unfastened the rear of the basque already. Samantha brings her hands up to catch it as it comes loose, clasping it to her breasts with a mock show of modesty. Then she smiles to the live viewers as much as the camera and takes her hands away, letting it drop and exposing a very pleasant pair of 34B breasts, and as it drops away a pleasantly tight stomach. Not bad for a woman of her age! Her cheeky broad grin reveals how much she’s enjoying showing her body off.
Charley pushes up close behind Samantha, and most of our viewers, whilst here for the bestiality, are probably wishing the younger woman was undressing as well as the older one. Charley’s dressed body presses up against Samantha’s back as she whispers something in her ear. None of our mics pick up what it was, but it makes Samantha smile all the same… Then Charley slips her hands down the sides of her guest’s French knickers and slides them down her legs. Charley dropping into a deeo crouch as she removes those panties, ending with her face right behind Samantha’s slightly less than pert bottom. Charley gives one butt cheek a friendly little kiss with her big injection swelled lips. Just enough to say hello without turning this into a lesbian show…

Samantha reacts with mock indignation, turning around and looking down at Samantha. “How dare you, madam!” She says in a barely convincing tone. “I didn’t come here to put on a lesbian show!”

Charley looks up at Samantha – a slightly hurt look on her face. She’s a better actor than her guest… Just about. “I suppose you’d rather have sex with a doggy…”

There’s a pause, suggesting that the timing was just off, and then the door from the kitchen to the function room opens, and a familiar pair step into view… Him young and a bit scruffy, although neater than in the previous series, the dog sleek and powerful… It’s Greg and Samson the German Pointer. He walks the dog as if still listening to the Bee Gees, smiling to the side to where we notice that one of the audience members we recognised earlier is his girlfriend, and former UK of Zoo guest, 23 year old Caitlyn, her spectacles reflecting the lights, her round belly showing that she’s very pregnant.

Charley announces his arrival whilst still crouching down infront of Samantha, looking up at the older woman as she reacts to the beast’s arrival by almost hyperventilating. “Ladies and gentlemen… For your entertainment this evening… You can tell by the way he uses his walk, that he’s a woman’s dog – no time to bark… It’s your favourite and mine, the sensational – Samson!”

She stands up and moves to the side to afford the beast a clear view of this naked woman on the dancefloor. Samson gets a clear view and is immediately heaving against Greg’s hold on his leash.

The look on Samantha’s face is one of pure joy. She looks back at her husband, smiles and mouths a silent ‘thank you’. “I’ve been waiting to meet you for two whole bloody years, you big stud!” She gasps as she bends forward to meet the animal as he arrives at her.

He jumps up at her, and despite Greg’s grip on his leash, he manages to get his paws on her shoulders. She comes in for a hug and it looks almost too perfect with his forelegs around her neck and their faces coming together. She keeps her mouth open and even chances sticking her tongue out as the big dog licks around and into her mouth. Almost making her gag – but not quite.

She breaks off with a smile, a half-laugh, and a bit of a cough. Then wipes her face and looks up at Charley… “I think I’m ready now… I can’t wait to be honest…” She certainly looks ready!

A few seconds later and Samantha is down on her knees, getting into position… Shuffling around to get comfortable as she bends forward and places hands, then elbows on the floor.

We cut briefly to see Samson standing, then sitting, as he waits excitedly for a go on this woman. Looking up at Greg hopefully, then back at the woman.

Then a quick shot of Charley watching on, reacting to something she’s been asked by the cameraman, “She’s quite sexy, for an older woman, if you like that kind of thing…” Her smile suggests that she likes that kind of thing!

Now down on the floor and ready, with those nicely rounded out boobs hanging down toward the floor, her round arse in the air, just sagging a little bit, and her pussy pushed back between her slim thighs, this lady is ready to rock. She looks around toward Greg and Samson and gives them a little nod. “Yes…” Then reaches back with one hand to pat her behind, “Come on, Samson…”

Greg releases the beast, and as we’ve seen from the face kissing, Samson is already in the mood to do some good licking… He hurries up behind Samantha and snicks his cold nose between her big butt-cheeks, his tongue slopping out against her arsehole, then in a fast flurry of licking, working up and down the crack of her arse, from arsehole to pussy, and between those big welcoming pussy lips too.

“Ooohhhh, shit yes…” Gasps Samantha, the smile broader than ever… “Ooohh, God…”

His tongue is in deep – his tongue wet, hot and long, slithering up and down her arse and pussy. His tongue dances in her crack, and she is dancing on his tongue – wriggling around, bucking her back and throwing her head around, yelping and gasping. “Ooooooh, oh that’s… Yes…”

Then he’s pushing his nose right between her arsecheeks, his tongue deeper into her pussy, pushing in close enough for his teeth to make contact with her flesh – and instinctively nibbling on her. She jumps forward in reaction, letting out a little cry and jamming a hand between her thighs to protect her delicate meat from the dog’s eager teeth.

A few second later, she’s back on knees and one forearm, her other hand reached back between her thighs – part for protection, part ready to catch and guide the dog’s meat home.

Samson is behind her, with Greg standing over him, holding him by his front legs, then helping him into position, lifting him onto Samantha’s back. Front legs coming down either side of her, his furry chest and belly coming to rest on her flesh. Jerking his cock toward her pussy as Greg hops back out of the way to give us clear angles for all cameras.

“OOooaaahhhh, here we go…” She giggles excitedly before looking up at her audience. “Can everyone see-eeeeeh?!” Her voice rising sharply as the dog’s hard cock finds it’s target and slips home.

Hot, hard dog cock meets soft wet warm human pussy… Sliding in deep and filling her up quickly. She gasps as he delivers a high speed, very physical fucking. The kind of fucking only a dog can deliver… And as we all know, Samson delivers a special kind of dog-fuck – with speed and endurance few beasts can match…

He hammers into her pussy from behind like a machine – with this aging slut moaning, gasping and swearing the whole time…. “OOhhhHH FUCK!” She gasps, “Yes… Oh fucking YES!” As he furiously fucks the living daylights out of her.

Our side angle catches a near perfect shot of her – arse in the air, boobs jiggling below. Her weight on one arm, the other down at her pussy, fingers on clit, rubbing herself in time with the dog’s fucking. Head up, gasping, face turning red. Dog on her back, pounding, stupid look on his face, tongue hanging out to the side… And behind her, slightly out of focus, several members of her audience, open mouthed and enjoying the action. We can just see Caitlyn to the side of the frame laughing her head off, watching her dog doing another woman…

Samson keeps going, and Samantha keeps taking it – pushing her arse back into him, spreading her knees wider. Arching her back… Taking the hand from between her legs to massage and squeeze one of her boobs, pinching her nipple. Still moaning through the ferocious pounding.

“Go on Samson!” Calls Caitlyn from the audience. Which encourages a few others to join in… “Give her the knot, son!”, “Fuck that dirty slut”, “Give it to her!”

We cut to Peter, sitting with the rest of the audience. Charley crouching down next to him and holding the microphone to get his comments. He has the kind of smile that would need to be surgically removed. “I can’t believe it… My wife, being fucked by a dog… Doesn’t she look amazing?” Charley takes the microphone back, “She certainly does…”

Viewers at home would be forgiven for thinking that she doesn’t look THAT amazing… Not the slimmest, not the best boobs, not the prettiest, but there’s definitely something about her that oozes sexuality… And it’s not just the German Pointer pounding away into her from above and behind!

“Oh my God… Oh MY Gooooddddddd! He’s amazing…” She gasps, still smiling as she is rocked around by the dog’s thrusts, then his humping finally begins to slow as his knot forms inside her pussy, until all of a sudden he comes to a halt as he begins to cum inside her…

Samantha freezes with her head back and her back arched downwards, her belly toward the floor… The only things moving are one hand on her boob, working that nipple, and the dog’s cock and balls throbbing in her pussy… Other than a few whimpering moans from her the room is in virtual silence as everyone appreciates a good, long knotting.

Charley moves in next to her guest for a mid-fuck interview. “There’s a dog, a very big dog, cumming in your pussy now…” She says with a hint of jealousy. “How does that feel?” As if she doesn’t know.

The corners of Samantha’s mouth turn up again into a smile as she positively purrs, “It’s grrrrreat…” A deep breath, and then, “I can’t express how lovely this feels…”

We move around behind them to get a close-up of Samson’s balls and arse pulsing as he squirts more cum into Samantha. Her pussy stretched around his knot, part of which can be seen inside her wet snatch.

Charley speaks in voice-over. “If there’s any young lady out there, watching this, and thinking ‘I need some of what she is getting’, please feel free to email me…”

We pan around the circle of dogsex fans, each of them watching on avidly. A couple acknowledge the camera with a smile or a wink, a couple of faces blanked out for privacy. Caitlyn side by side with Greg, holding hands and both clearly enjoying the show.

Then we’re back to the dog on the middle-age woman’s back. A brief pause, then a close-up of her pussy again as the dog’s knot begins to crown on its way out. Samantha gasping. “It didn’t feel that big on the way in!!” (which gets a little laugh from the live audience).

Then it pops loose, aging pussy sloppy around it and left slightly gaping, with dog jism dribbling out. Charley is still next to her, and has a wine glass from behind the bar, which she jams up between Samantha’s thighs to catch the cloudy grey brew as it spills out from her.

Samson staggers backward then heads over to Greg and Caitlyn with his big cock bouncing and swinging between his hindlegs. Greg pushes him away and points him back to Samantha, and she makes kissing noises to encourage his return… Samson knows a good thing when he sees it and heads back to her to share another quick face lick/kiss, which Samantha returns – her mouth open and welcoming, her tongue out and running over his.

As he kisses her she takes hold of his collar, holding him in place with one hand, then reaching under his belly with the other to fondle his big cock…

At her rear, the last few drops of jism drip out of her pussy into the wine glass, and Samantha falls forward onto the floor, rolling onto her back and positioning herself under Samson’s belly. His big cock hanging down toward her smiling face… Raising her head, mouth wide open, she allows him to squirt a little jet of cum onto her tongue… Then she kisses and sucks the very tip of the dog’s meat.

Charley sits back on her heels, holding the wine glass, the milky cum steady at the bottom of the glass, only a mouthful, but one which she knows to protect. She watches on as Samantha lays on her back, legs spread, sucking the dog’s cock from below. Her head rising toward his belly, lips wrapped around his shaft, then lowering toward the floor, lips dragging along the shaft… Never releasing it, cheeks always sucked in.

Off camera, because this isn’t a lesbian show, it’s a dogsex show, Charley eases forward between her guest’s legs, and slips a couple of fingers into her sloppy pussy to give her a little finger fuck as she sucks…

Audiences at home will naturally be confused as to why, on camera, Samantha suddenly starts moaning as she sucks on the dog’s dick. Surely it can’t taste THAT good…
Samson’s erection doesn’t last forever – beginning to shrink after around five minutes of sucking and squirting. Samantha writhing under him and moaning around his meat the whole time due to the finger fucking Charley is giving her. Two inside and a thumb working her clit… Driving her toward an orgasm… Making her day complete…

At the moment of her climax, Samantha releases Samson’s cock from her mouth and just lays on her back shaking, the half erect member swinging above her head and slowly retreating back into its furry sheath. Charley retrieves her fingers from the older woman and sucks them clean as everyone gives a polite applause to the now spent and retreating beast.

Samantha props herself up on her elbows and looks around. “How did I do?” She says to them all, and they raise the level of applause. “Fucking magic!” “Very good!” “Dirty dirty slut!” And from Caitlyn, “I’m so jealous!”

Then from Charley, “I don’t know who I’m more jealous of… You or Samson!”

Samantha sits up, coming closer to Charley, almost seductively offering her cum soaked face to the hostess. “Well, thank you for your assistance… I’m counting that as a doggy orgasm even if you helped…”

“And here,” says Charley, offering up the wine glass, “Is your prize…”

Samantha takes the glass with a smile. “Ooooh, a bonus!” She after a little dramatic pause whilst she swills the brew around, she brings it to her lips and slowly drinks it down – looking into camera as she does – and clearly swallowing it all. Once it’s gone she continues to tip the glass back to get the last few drops, then licks the rim.

Again, there’s a polite round of applause from the audience.

Peter and Charley, both still fully dressed, flank Samantha on either side. Her naked body is streaked with shiny dog cum and more than a few scratches and welts on her thighs and sides.

Charley raises her microphone for a closing interview. “So, was that everything you ever hoped for?”

Samantha licks her lips, still tasting that dog-cum, and smiles at Charley. “It was – and so much more. I’ve been waiting a long time to pop my cherry, and I’m so happy I have now.”

“So this is the start of something new?” Asks Charley, flicking the microphone back to her guest.

Samantha looks to Peter, who is smiling and looking like he can’t wait to get her in private. Then she answers, “Definitely… I think we’ll be putting our ‘Hotel for Dogs’ plan into action right away…” She looks into camera and throws out a quick advert. “Everyone out there, you know who to call…” She smiles.

Charley interrupts her, playfully whacking a rolled up white t-shirt into her naked and still shiny chest. “No advertising on the BBC! But congratulations on becoming a citizen of the United Kingdom of Zoo…”

Samantha thanks her as she unrolls the t-shirt and holds it up to look at it. She sees the front that we’ve all seen on previous episodes, whilst the camera gets to see the back – a pattern of women’s feet and dog’s paws suggesting her being ridden by him… Doggy style, of course.

Charley turns away from her and looks into camera, “Next week we’ll be back in London to meet a woman who’s proud to advertise her personal perversion on national television…”

Beside her Samantha has considered putting the t-shirt onto her sweaty and cum soaked body, but thought better of it and remained naked.

“Until then,” Charley continues, turning slightly to her guest, “It’s goodbye from me, and it’s goodbye from her… Say goodbye, Samantha.”

Samantha blows a kiss to the viewers at home, “Goodbye everybody.”

Both women smile to camera, whilst Peter continues his dumb how-lucky-am-I smile.

As we fade, the last thing we hear is an brief exchange between Charley and Samantha.

Charley, “I think I’ll stay here this evening, do you have any rooms available?”

Samantha, “Oh, we’re all booked up with this lot… But you can stay with us if you like…”

And the last thing we see is Charley’s little wicked grin.

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