We’re looking at the beautiful English countryside – fields, stone walls, a few cows grazing… Then we’re looking at a built-up inner city street – big shop windows and hundreds of people walking by… Then we’re looking at a big boat crossing over a river – tourists leaning over the sides, taking pictures…
Now we’re on the windswept sea-front of an old fashioned English resort town. Out of season and on a windy, cold and rainy day, the place is virtually deserted – except for a familiar figure of our host, Charley, walking toward us. She’s wearing a big, red, woollen winter coat, but it’s open at the front to reveal her white figure-hugging polo-neck sweater inside.
She walks toward us, hands in pockets for a change, it’s obviously pretty cold today. She talks through a confident smile (which appears brighter than in previous weeks due to a course of dental treatments since she met Siobhan two weeks ago), relaxed and increasingly comfortable as a presenter… “Welcome to the United Kingdom of Zoo. I’m Charley Ozvik, and I’m travelling all around the UK in search of ladies who want to push the boundaries of sexual depravity…”
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 this series. This time the pin is flashing on the north-eastern coast of England.
Cut back to Charley on the windswept coastline. She raises her microphone which picks up a lot of wind-noise… “I’m here on a cold and miserable day in Yorkshire’s favourite seaside retreat – Scarborough… I haven’t come to work on my tan, and that’s a bloody good job because it’s freezing here… I’ve come to meet a young lady who will hopefully help us raise the temperature a little…”
We cut to a little further along the promenade. Virtually deserted concrete with only a few foolhardy tourists taking in the site of an empty beach and grey sea. The only structure on this side of the road is a small stand selling HOT DRINKS – ICE CREAM – HOT FOOD… Here, despite the cold, we find a couple – him pushing her in a wheelchair – buying an ice-cream cone, they could be father and daughter, or husband and wife, at this point it it’s too hard to tell.
He isn’t that old, but he does a good impression of it –chubby, grey haired and round faced, dressed warm with a big blue coat cutting out the cold. As mentioned, she is in a wheelchair. She’s fresh-faced with long strawberry blonde (almost red) hair, and most importantly, much smaller than him. Not old, but disabled. He wheels her away from the stand and along the prom as she enjoys her ice-cream and they take in the scenery.
She speaks, in voice-over, with a slightly squeaky, friendly, Yorkshire accent. “I’m Shelly Boldon. I’m 33, happily married to Raymond for the last 6 years, I work for the Department of Social Security, and I’m from Scarborough in England.”
Raymond points out something he finds interesting on the beach, and Shelly smiles and nods.
Cut to: a close-up of the two of them in a small, pleasant living room. Family pictures on the mantlepiece and walls, a huge (and very neat) collection of Star Trek DVDs and books filling most available space on the shelves.
Shelly sits on a comfortable couch, with Raymond beside her, his arm around her. Shelly does the talking, and most of the smiling too. Raymond sits back staring into camera and blinking slowly – when he does speak it’s a slow and quiet reassurance to Shelly, “yes” or “exactly” at the end of each comment she makes. Shelly, now with her coat off, is very slight, but is trying to show off what little cleavage she has. Her chest is a little freckly, as is her face up close. Her teeth a little uneven.
Charley is in an armchair to the side of the couch, leaning in with her cleavage spilling out of her top… But she might as well not be there. Raymond only has eyes for Shelly, and Shelly doesn’t like girls.
Shelly, “Until I met Raymond, I’d never had many boyfriends really… I’m not really what most men are looking for – what with my Star Trek obsession, the spina-bifida, and the red hair…” Raymond chuckles at the red hair comment.
“How did you guys meet?”
“We met at a Star Trek convention in London, and it turned out we only lived a couple of miles apart. We come home on the train together, I don’t think we’ve been apart since, other than when we’re at work…”
There’s a picture of Shelly on the wall, professionally taken, the kind of pseudo-glamour shot some women have taken to try and show their confidence and sexiness. Black and white, her on her belly, raising up on her elbows, a little cleavage on show but nothing too much – she’s trying to look sultry. She doesn’t look bad, understand, but she’s really struggling to pull off ‘sexy’.
Shelly continues, “Most people would say that we’re a pretty boring couple, I think. We like to read books together, watch old episodes of ‘Star Trek’, walk on the beach… But we’ve got our wild side too. Our sexy side…”
Charley leans in further, “Tell us more…”
“Raymond’s nearly 50, quite a bit older than me, and he likes to call me his little girl, I call him daddy… I think that’s his thing…” She turns to her husband. “Isn’t it?” He smiles sheepishly and nods a little.
Shelly continues, “For quite a long time that was our thing, I think we were both happy with it… Our secret pervy time… It took me a long time to tell him MY turn-on… But when your show started I could finally come clean. I’ve always been turned on by thinking about women having sex with dogs… Pretty women. The ones that could pick any man they wanted… Having sex with dogs instead. I didn’t fantasize about ME having sex with a dog, it was about someone better than me…” She looks away from Raymond, toward Charley. “Like you…”
Charley smiles, nods, “When did it become about you?”
She looks at her husband for a confidence booster, he nods her on. “I suppose because, deep down, I want to be one of those pretty women who chooses to have a dog… “ She looks a little nervous, and sad, as she say, “I might not be able to make myself ‘pretty’, but there’s no reason I can’t have the dog.” She smiles. As does Raymond.
“I’ve started to realise that a dog doesn’t care if a woman looks like me, or you… It’s the great leveller… As far as he’s concerned, I’m as sexy as anyone… I want that. They don’t judge. I don’t want to be judged, I just want to be a sex object!” She turns back to Charley again. “Like you…”
“A sex object? Is that how you see me?” Laughs Charley, either completely oblivious to the way the world sees her, or doing a good job of pretending.
“Yes,” smiles Shelly. “You’re the ultimate dogslut!”
Charley applauds this comment. “Ultimate dogslut… I like that…” She laughs. “So… You want to take a shot at my title, eh?”
Shelly smiles, blushing a little, “Maybe not your ‘ultimate dogslut’ title, but I’m feeling very horny… Ready to try it…” She giggles.
Charley turns to Raymond, “And how do you feel about this?”
Raymond looks a little flustered. “Erm…” He thinks out loud, “To be honest I’ve got a list of about twenty things I want to see her do, and a dog is on it…” Shelly looks a little surprised. Raymond turns and looks at her. “The Klingon guard dog from Undiscovered Country”. She nods, remembering exactly what he’s talking about right away and giggling a little.
Charley turns back to Shelly. “And when you meet our little friend… What exactly do you want to do with him?”
Shelly looks more than a little excited, her smile growing, she takes a deep breath, “I want to be on a couch like this, and I want him between my legs… I want him to really pound me… And then, if I can, I’d like to… Suck on his cock.” She looks more embarrassed that it seems possible for a woman appearing on our show to be. If just saying ‘cock’ does this to her, we wonder what will happen when she’s confronted by one.”
“If you have fun today, do you think this experience will change your life?”
Shelly looks at Raymond, and he looks back at her… “I don’t know… Maybe… If Raymond is happy with it… It might be nice to get a little dog… Something nice and safe. I don’t want to visit other couples or play with different dogs… I just want to have something to make me feel special…”
“You are special, dear…” Chirps in Raymond, with a reassuring smile.
We cut to the street outside… Raymond shutting the passenger side door of his car, Shelly inside, then walking around to get in the driver’s seat. The car pulling away, Shelly waving goodbye with an excited little smile on her face.
Cut to – travelogue shots of the little car cruising up the motorway, being passed by just about every other car on the road. Shelly talking in voice-over, “I think it’ll be fun… I feel like a star… Like a porn star that everyone thinks is just a dirty dirty girl, and everyone talks her down, but really they all want to have sex with her.” “Yes dear” comes Raymond’s reply.
Cut to – a quiet little street of terraced council houses in a working class suburb of a northern town. Raymond’s car parked on the curb at the side of the street, Shelly being helped into her wheelchair and then trundled over to the front door of one of the houses.
The door opens and we see a couple of familiar figures. Pablo the postman, and Rocky the Rottweiler. Short, slightly overweight, middle aged and very ‘safe’ looking, Pablo is remarkably like Raymond. Rocky meanwhile is looking a little older and a little fatter than on previous shows. He is almost ten years old after all.
We cut to inside the house, with Raymond wheeling his wife awkwardly along the hall and into the living room.
Then we’re in the living room, with Shelly already sitting on the couch, Raymond beside her, Pablo sitting on the armchair opposite them, with Rocky sitting between his legs. Charley is kneeling on the floor, half way between Rocky and Shelly, microphone in one hand whilst she strokes the dog’s head with the other. She looks from Rocky to Shelly and smiles. “So what do you think?” She asks. “Is he everything you dreamed he would be?”
Shelly looks as excited. “He’s bigger than I expected… But not as scary as I thought he’d be… I was a little nervous before, but now… I just want to get started…”, and that smile returns, suggesting that she is counting the seconds until she gets to play with this magnificent beast.
“Do you have any questions before you start?” Asked Pablo, his words running into one another, partially due to his accent, partially because he’s still a little shy even after all these appearances.
Shelly looks to Raymond, then back to Pablo… “Erm… Will it hurt?”
Pablo shrugs his shoulders a little, “Probably a little bit, but no one’s ever complained too much, like.”
“Is that okay? Do you want to continue?” Charley chips in. There’s a level of concern in her voice that’s we’re not used to. Possibly because Shelly is disabled, possibly because she’s quite small, and probably because she sounds so innocent when she talks.
Shelly enhances that sense of vulnerability and youth by checking with Raymond, “What do you think,” she pauses, then adds, “Daddy?” to complete her question. Raymond stirs noticeably, his middle aged concerned face coming alive at the mention of ‘daddy’. “Whatever my little girl wants, darling.” He reassures her. “Daddy loves you.”
Shelly turns to Charley, Pablo and Rocky and smiles then nods.
In the next shot, Raymond is pulling her top up and over her head, continuing his perverted act. “Skin a rabbit!” He says as the top comes up over his wife’s head and along her arms, turning inside out as it comes off. He then repeats the process for her singlet, leaving her in just her bra.
She’s small, but not skinny. She’s carrying a few extra pounds as a result of spending so much time sitting in that wheelchair. Next Raymond reaches around behind her and unhooks her bra at the second attempt, pulling it away to reveal a cute, round, but small pair of boobs with pink nipples. Shelly’s hands briefly come up to cover them, then fondle them for a second as she realises she’s going to have to show them off, then pinch her own nipples a little as she prepares herself.
Then Raymond is unzipping her jeans and pulling them down off her thin legs. In the same move that he grabs her jeans, he also gets her panties, so the whole lot comes off in one go. Her wriggling her lower half as much as she can.
“Are you still sensitive ‘down there’?” Asks Charley.
Shelly nods as Raymond continues to pull her trousers off. “Yes… I’ve got poor muscle control, but I’ve got total feeling… I won’t miss out on anything…” And she giggles again.
Her pussy is hairy, but not overly so. It’s also more of a straight ginger than the strawberry blondeness of her head. Her legs are thin, lacking muscle tone, but not completely skin and bone.
Naked now, perched on the edge of the couch. Ready. Smiling and looking up to the camera and then to Charley, awaiting instructions. Raymond reaches out and pretty much strokes her head. “It’s alright Shelly, daddy’s here… Daddy won’t let anything bad happen…”
Right on cue, Rocky stands and makes a move toward Shelly – only being stopped by the chain around his neck. Although he only covers a third of the distance between Pablo and Shelly, it’s enough to make Shelly recoil a little… She pauses, then she allows herself to fall back on the couch, her legs coming up and opening wide to expose her pussy lips, big enough to almost flap as her legs spread, and already more than a little wet, they glisten as they peel apart. “Can I fuck the doggy please, daddy?” She asks, mustering all the fake childishness she can manage.
Raymond nods to Pablo, who releases Rocky from his chain… The powerful beast heads directly over to Shelly, his cold nose rubbing between her thighs and he snorts at the strong odour of her wet pussy. She tenses up a little, reacting to his proximity as much as his cold nose… Then relaxes a little and reaches down with one hand to rub the top of the dog’s big head.
Then, without warning, he clumsily mounts her, missionary style, his big front paws landing one on her side, the other on her hip, then sliding down to her side, scratching her badly without breaking the skin. She cries out, twisting her face up at the pain – but before she can over-react, Raymond rubs his hand over the scratch and calms her, “It’s okay, it’s okay… Just a scratch… No need to stop…”
Rocky isn’t stopping anyway, his paws now either side of her, his wide body between her slim thighs, his warm belly against her crotch… Cock on show, slapping up against her pussy. He’s already trying to jerk at her. Short, jagged pumps… Knowing he’s not inside, not sure how to arrange that…
Raymond continues to rub her side and sooth her. “It’s okay… You don’t need to stop… He can still fuck you… Okay?”
Shelly nods, a look of pain on her face but she’s obviously not going to let her husband down. “Yes… Daddy…” She wimpers, which brings a smile to Raymond’s face.
“What do you want to do?” He asks.
Shelly pauses, swallows her pain, then replies, , “I want him to fill me up with his spunk… Then I want to lick his cock clean afterwards…”
Pablo makes a move to assist, but Charley steps over infront of him, signalling him to back off – this is her show… She kneels behind Rocky, infront of Shelly, and reaches up between his hind-legs to massage his cock a little, making sure it’s hard and ready…
“You might feel a big prick…” She jokes as she angles the dog’s tool toward Shelly’s glistening parted pussy lips… Then between then, running the tip of the cock up and down those big lips… Then inside…
Shelly lets out a high pitching, whining sigh… Almost a yelp of shock, but with a fair measure of pleasure mixed in. Charley keeps one hand on the dog’s arse, pushing it toward Shelly, getting him started at pumping into the little lady.
He fucks her – hard and fast… The kind of furious fucking that only a dog can deliver. Shelly is biting her bottom lip, her arms up and around the dog’s body, hands against fur, making sure she can feel everything about him. His hair against her small tits, her belly, between her fingers. She grunts and gasps with every fast stroke… “Urgh irgh irgh…” Fast and quiet, but clear.
Raymond encouraging her from the side, up close, “Take it, take it, take it…”
Her little tits are squashed between the dog’s chest and hers, her belly sucked in as she tries to control her breathing… The beast looking big and scary on top of her, much bigger than she is. She looks so delicate next to it. So vulnerable. Raymond hovering over her like a sick monster, but there’s love in his face as he watches her – amazement even – as she takes the pounding like a sex God – just biting that lip and grunting…
Rocky is pushing deep, going for the endgame… His thrusts just as hard, but not so fast now – more deliberate.
Charley’s trusty GoPro catches the action between Shelly’s thigh – Rocky’s knot is clearly forming, still going in and out of her pussy, dragging those big lips with it, but coming out less with each stroke… Then after a few more strokes, it’s not coming out at all… They are tied, and he’s beginning to fill her up.
We cut to a shot of Shelly’s face, twisted up and showing pain. “He’s getting bigger… He’s getting… Oooowwwwww…” She looks up at Raymond with genuine pain and fear on her face… “Hold my hand, daddy… Hold my hand…” She reaches out and Raymond takes her hand reassuringly.
“It’s okay baby, daddy’s here…” It’s creepy – but erotic.
Rocky doesn’t care if she’s having fun or not – he’s got his big cock locked into her cunt and he’s squirting cum into her as if it’s the last chance he’ll ever get.
We cut to a side angle, giving a perfect view of Shelly’s little boobs being squashed against her body, her arms around the beast – that big nasty Rottweiler standing over her, in charge, dominant. Raymond behind her with a look of amazement on his face.
“It hurts…” She complains, softly. She’s taking it well, but this dog is probably too big for a pussy like her that’s never seen any action like this before. Raymond puts his other hand on top of the hand he’s already holding and assures her she’ll be alright. She nods and manages a feeble I’ll-get-through-this smile.
Charley leans in to distract her from the pain with extra perversion. “Can you feel him squirting his cum into your belly?”
Shelly nods and even manages a little giggle at the thought of all that lovely dog sperm shooting inside her. She looks over to Raymond. “I can feel him cumming in my tummy, daddy… It’s very warm…”
“Are you going to have some puppies in your tummy?” He asks, not believing it, but fantasizing all the same. This makes Shelly smile a little more and giggle – she nods hopefully.
Charley (helpfully) points out for the viewers at home that dogs and people can’t cross-breed, but notes that it’s a common fantasy amongst zoo loving women.
We go back to the wide shot and take in the sight again. Big dark dog, on small pale woman, on old couch. Chunky older husband to the side still holding her hand, stroking her hair with his other hand to sooth her.
Then, without warning, Rocky backs away from her, his knot suddenly pulling free of her cunt, the cock shaft slipping out after it, followed by a waterfall of doggy jism glugging out of her wet slot.
Shelly lets out a loud, sharp cry at the moment the knot pulls free. “Noooaaaarrgghhhh!”
The sound of her voice is loud enough to make Rocky jump/skip away from her, looking over her shoulder as he goes. He’s had women make noises before, plenty of them, but never a scream as loud as this.
Raymond wraps an arm around behind her shoulders and pulls her close for a hug, full of sympathy – but we also note that his other hand is resting on one of her little tits, giving it a little squeeze as he holds her.
Charley asks, “Are you okay?” and holds the microphone over Raymond’s shoulder so we can hear Shelly’s muffled reply. “Yes… I’m okay… It’s okay… Just a little bit of a shock…”
We hold on this angle for a second as Raymond comforts his wife and cops a feel at the same time.
Charley, impatient and aware that the dog’s cock is beginning to shrink. “Did you want to suck on his cock?” Then the microphone into Shelly’s face.
The camera position changes so that we can just about see Shelly’s shy little face as she shakes her head a little. “Not this time… Maybe the next time…” She looks like she’s still in a little bit of shock from the knot’s withdrawal. We pause on her face… Then fade through to…
A shot of Rocky on the floor, on his side, asleep, recovering from his exertions.
Shelly and Raymond sitting on the couch, side by side. His arm around her shoulder. Her little boobs sagging down against her skinny frame. She looks a little shaken up, but at the same time happy to have tried something new.
“How was it for you?” Asks Charley.
Shelly looks at Raymond, then back to camera, “It was… Nice… You know, like, really dirty and fun… A little bit painful… But nice… Then at the end it was a bit big… It hurt… Then when it came out it hurt a lot.” She looks at Raymond again, then back to Charley. “I didn’t like that bit…”
“And how was it for you?” Charley asks Raymond.
He smiles, or leers a little. “That was very good… Every second of it… I loved it all.” He looks at Shelly, who’s looking at him. They both smile. “My dirty little dogslut girl…” They both smile at each other again.
“You said that you’d like to suck his cock the next time…” Says Charley. “Does that mean there will definitely be a next time?”
Again, the loving couple look at each other. Raymond smiling and nodding to his wife – her turning back to camera and nodding. “I don’t know about sex… But I’d really like to suck a dog’s cock… I was just in a bit too much pain… Maybe have sex again… Probably.”
“Well,” says Charley as she reaches off camera to grab our standard ‘prize’ for Shelly. “Whether you do it or not, no one can deny that you are now well and truly a citizen of the United Kingdom of Zoo… So here’s your t-shirt… Where it with pride, and I’m sure you’ll get those looks you’ve always wanted from the boys!”
Shelly takes the t-shirt, looking a little shy but very happy. “Thank you.” She says in a cheery voice, looking genuinely pleased to have ‘won’ a t-shirt.
She unfolds it and shows the logo off to Raymond, who smiles and tells her well done before they share the least passionate, least sexual kiss of all time… It’s like she knows how to fuck a dog, but has no idea how to kiss.
Charley looks into camera, “That’s all for this week… Next week we’ll be in London again, and hopefully we’ll have a little less pain and a little more pleasure…” She turns to Shelly. “But you’re okay now, aren’t you?”
“Yes, thank you… All better…” Replies Shelly with another smile whilst giving a thumbs up sign to camera.
We fade out on her happy face and saggy little boobs, just catching a nervous side look toward Raymond before we go to black.
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