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 down at a crowded street market – barrows selling everything from fresh fruit and veg, to handmade jewelry and knock-off designer handbags. Then we’re on the windswept sea-front of an old fashioned English resort town – windy, cold and rainy, virtually deserted…
Then we’re on a busy street in an old English city… Not a lot of food traffic, but plenty of cars driving by. There’s a car show-room, tattoo shop, supermarket, and finally, a little brick white-walled shop front baring the legend, “ROMFORD FUNERAL SERVICES, Dir. Imogen Harvey.”
Then a familiar figure walking along the pavement toward us. She’s wearing an open neck sweater which shows off her generous and firm cleavage, and a knee-length skirt that’s tight enough to highlight just how slim she’s become through her trunk.
Charley speaks directly to camera as she approaches, “Welcome to the United Kingdom of Zoo. I’m Charley Ozvik, and I’ve spent the last couple of months travelling up and down the country, helping lucky ladies live out their dirtiest fantasies…”
The title, “THE UNITED KINGDOM OF ZOO” flashes up on screen over a graphic showing a map of the UK, with little pins appearing, each pin representing a location we’ve either visited, or will be visiting in this series. Right now, a pin is flashing on the right edge of London.
We fade back to the street directly outside the funeral services shop front. Charley waiting at the door, looking far too sexy, and just a little too happy for the location. “We’re here in Romford, in East London, to meet a lady who’s had enough of sad faces and crying strangers, and wants to have some fun…” She turns and pushes her way into the shop, beckoning us to follow her – which we do…
Inside, dressed soberly in an all black women’s business suit (skirt and jacket), and sensible white blouse (buttoned right up to the collar) – is a demure, classy looking middle-aged lady. Her short, platinum blonde, almost white, hair, is cut short and stylish, and along with her pointed features add an almost punk-rock edgy energy to the serious suit. Little crow’s feat around her eyes are the only real hint that she’s closing in on 50. All in all, she’s not the most attractive woman you’ll ever see, but one way or another, it works – even here among the coffins. She’s not an Elvira or Morticia Addams type, she’s pleasant and quite warm, although her smile looks very practiced rather than natural.
She walks toward us alongside an open casket which contains a recently deceased gentleman. His face is blurred out for the sake of his family’s privacy, but it’s quite clear that he’s a very different kind of stiff than we’re used to!
She speaks in a loud and clear tone, the hint of an Essex accent, she’s not worried about being overheard – her ‘client’ is the only other one here, and he’s not about to complain. “My name is Imogen Harvey, I’m 47, and I’m a funeral director from Romford in Essex.”
She continues speaking as she stands beside the dead body. It’s an unnerving sight – a reasonably attractive woman, talking about sexually explicit matters, next to a corpse… Even with his face blurred out we can’t help but look at him instead of the woman. Her delivery is as cold as the corpse.
Charley is next to her, but further away from the coffin. She’s not nearly as comfortable with the dead as our guest. She’s back in interview mode, angling the head of her microphone back and forward between her questions and Imogen’s answers. “Can you tell us why you’re here today..?” She asks.
“This was my father’s business… I worked here with him, and took it over when he retired. I’ve been around the dead for as long as I can remember… I used to play with my dollies in the corner over there when I was a little girl.” Cut to another comment. “The dead don’t answer back. They don’t question. They don’t judge.” Cut to another… “Dead is actually the natural state. You live for 70-80-90 years maybe, then you’re dead for the rest of time. What you do in that 70-80 years is what matters.” Cut to another moment. “No one can judge me. I can do whatever I want.”
“What is it about bestiality that turns you on?”
“It’s just pure, selfish lust… Both on my part and that of the animal. The thought of something ‘not human’ just fucking me, without any concerns about my happiness… It just makes me feel sexy. Aroused.“
“How long have you wanted to have sex with a dog?”
Imogen’s face remains almost motionless. “Always. I’ve always been fascinated by bestiality. I’ve always been drawn toward the outlandish and abhorrent. Bestiality, rape, necrophilia…”
Charley is a little taken aback by the last word. “That’s an interesting one considering what you do for a living…”
“Yes, I know…” Answers Imogen. “I’ve never tried it myself, but it does interest me. More the idea of live men having sex with dead women… I don’t know how I’d do it with a dead male… I’ve fondled a few. A perk of the job, if you like. But nothing more… I like something a little more physical… I like to be fucked, not to do the work myself…” She flashes a smile that has been carefully practised at a thousand funerals – pleasant but meaningless.
“Does anyone else know about your fantasy?”
“You’ll be surprised to hear this – but my father knows about it. We were talking about strange activities years ago, right here. He was actually telling me about the number of funeral directors he knew who had admitted to having sex with corpses… He thought the funeral profession was like the Catholic Church, an easy place for perverts to hide their perversion… One thing lead to another and I admitted that I found bestiality to be a bit of a turn-on.”
“And how did he react to that?”
“He said that he had never had sex with a corpse, and I should never have sex with an animal… But there was nothing wrong with thinking about it… I assume, from that, that he used to think about having sex with the corpses… But that’s fair enough – if I had a penis I’m sure I would have tried that by now…” She seems extremely comfortable talking like this.
Charley looks mildly ill, but can’t resist pushing on… “Once he knows you’ve had sex with a dog, do you think he might want to have sex with a corpse?”
Imogen recoils slightly, a little disgusted, but then pausing and thinking for a second… “I hadn’t thought of it, but maybe. Who knows… I don’t know if he’s even interested… But if he was, I’m sure he has friends in the business who could help him out on that score… Not me, of course. I keep a good business.” She winks to camera – it’s the first genuinely warm moment she’s had since we started.
Charley leans in for her final question, “And if today goes well, how will this change your life?”
Imogen remains still for a moment, then speaks up. “I don’t think it will change things much. I won’t be changing my routine. I don’t need a pet, even if it could be my lover… Perhaps if someone sees me on the show and wants to make their dog available to me, maybe, I might fit them into my schedule… But probably not… Unless it’s really amazing… If it blows my mind, you never know what I might do…”
We cut to the parking spaces to the rear of the building. A white car pulling up and parking and parking next to the black hearses. The driver, a regular on our show, is Steve, a tall black man from London. Steve smiles and waves casually to us as he walks to the rear. “Hi there,” he says in his bright Cockney accent, “I’m Steve, and this…” He opens the rear of the car and a big white ball of fur jumps out and runs around his feet excitedly, “… Is Max. Max is a kennel club registered Alaskan Malamute, and he’s VERY popular with the ladies… I’m keen to see who wants to meet him today!!”
Inside, we’ve moved to the office where Imogen usually meets with the family of her latest ‘clients’. It’s a very comfortable, warm and ‘safe’ room, with soft carpet, a couple of couches and a comfortable leather armchair. No desk. Very informal.
Imogen is standing infront of us, between the two couches, facing camera. “I thought this might be a comfortable place for us to have our fun…” She says without too much of a hint of ‘fun’ in her voice. “I always try to make my customers feel safe and comfortable here – so I’d hope our four legged friend will feel safe and comfortable here as well…”
“And you too, I assume.” Says Charley from off camera.
“Oh, don’t worry about me. Nothing worries me.” Replies Imogen, and we don’t doubt her for a second.
She unbuttons her jacket and removes it, folding it over and placing it on the arm of the couch, then unbuttons her blouse, letting it open to reveal a white lace corset top. Her boobs are sitting at the top of the corset, pushed up and forward – the lingerie certainly doing a fine job of creating cleavage.
“How do you feel right now?” Asks Charley from just off camera.
The blouse comes off and is placed on top of the jacket whilst Imogen considers her answer. “Excited. A little apprehensive, to be honest. But excited…”
“Turned on?” Asks Charley.
Imogen smiles a little as she unzips the skirt at the hip, and allows it to fall around her ankles. The white corset links to white panties, and via white suspenders to a pair of black stockings. She steps out of the skirt and answers as she folds it over once and places it on the arm of the couch next to her blouse and jacket. “Of course… Who wouldn’t be?”
From bottom to top she’s now in her heels, then those neat black stockings, white panties and white corset. Her body is slim, perhaps a little too skinny for some, flat belly, and a little inviting cleavage as smallish boobs are squeezed out of the top of her lingerie. It’s all very neat and attractive enough for a woman of 47 – but you get the feeling that she’ll not look quite as good as this once she is naked…
We can hear the sound of a dog approaching, but not entering the room. A single excited bark that raises another little smile on Imogen’s face. She looks to Charley, “Can I ask what kind of dog it is?”
“Once you take the rest off I’ll introduce you…” Teases Charley.
Imogen gives her a knowing look, then reaches up and takes hold of the top of the corset, wriggling and pulling it down to free her tits – then unhooks the side of the corset, letting it fall away. As predicted, with her top off things look a little less impressive – the boobs are smaller than they looked in her lingerie, and they sag a little more than you might expect, ribs sticking out a little, a thin belly rather than a flat one, a scar on her abdomen (appendectomy) and very pale flesh, it’s not ugly, but it’s hardly the hottest we’ve seen on the show.
She unclips her suspenders, then pulls her panties down, the gusset sticking to her perfectly smooth, hairless, crotch as she slips them down her thighs. Then re-attaches her suspenders to the tops of her stockings, leaving them and her shoes on.
She puts her hands on her hips and faces up to the camera, a look on her face that says, ‘Now?’ and a shrug of her shoulders.
We cut to a shot of the door as it opens and Max’s black nose appears, followed by his white snout, head, neck and body… His crazy white fur only matched by his crazy and excited jumped and twisting turning walk as he enters the room. He’s clearly very happy to be with us again.
Charley provides a commentary as he enters and Imogen reacts happily. “This is Max – today will be his sixth appearance on the show, although we haven’t seen him on the regular show since the end of our second series.”
Imogen crouches down to welcome the jumpy beast, trying to give him a hug and offering her face for a ‘kiss’, but he’s too jumpy and rather than lick at her face he does another lap of the room, checking out the cameras and the sound man before rushing to Charley. He obviously recognises his previous conquests!
Charley, between giggles as she pushes Max away and tries to send him back to Imogen. “Max is a seven year old Alaskan Malamute, and I can assure you he packs quite a punch!”
Steve stands over Imogen, who is still crouching, his black hands and clothed body in contrast to her pale nudity… He crouches beside her, with one hand on her shoulder, and pats her on the inner thigh, trying to attract Max. The dog soon gets the hint – coming over to his master and the woman and having a good sniff at her. “This is your lady, Maxie… This is your lady…”
Imogen makes a fuss of the dog, her fingers disappearing into his long fur… Stroking his back, his flanks, and as he twists around, his thighs and, very quickly, letting her hand stroke over his big cum-filled balls. “Hello boy… Hello there…” She says as she continues to fuss over him.
Charley asks what Imogen thinks of this beast and the naked undertaker responds, with mock consideration, “I suppose he’ll do…” then looks up and cracks a smile to indicate that she’s got no doubts at all.
Charley, “How much are you looking forward to this?
“I can’t wait…” She continues to rub the dog’s back and fondle under his belly. “I really mean that…” She looks up, a serious look in her eyes. “… I really can’t wait… Can we get started?”
We cut to a shot, a moment later, with Imogen on her hands and knees, her little titties hanging down, her thin belly showing its age and sagging a little despite its lack of size. Steve is positioning Max behind her. It’s time for the beast to mount Imogen and she’s more than ready for it – but now he decides it’s time to sniff and lick at her pussy.
Imogen sighs and moans a little as the animal’s long tongue hits her snatch. All over the pussy lips, inside, outside, over the clit, up the arse-crack… Hungry and feverish licking… Enough to take her to the edge… Her breathing speeding up, then – just as she’s about to go over… He stops, rears up, and mounts her… Stabbing his hindquarters at her… Imogen trying to shift her arse into a position that will allow him access.
“Okay, now brace yourself…” Says Steve. In this shot we can see the smile on his face as he watches his pet mount yet another woman, reaching between the beast’s hindlegs to take hold of his cock, and guide him home.
She relaxes her position, lowering her back, pushing her pussy back toward the dog, then tenses up as she feels Steve slipping his dog into her. “Oooohhhhhhh!” she moans as the dog sinks his meet into her… Then Steve slips back and away from the action, and watches as Max takes over.
We cut to a perfect side shot, the slim woman under the hairy dog… His white fur a blur as he feverishly pounds into the older lady from behind, his front legs locked around her hips, paws crossed under her belly. Every thrust causes her little boobs to jiggle under her chest. Her face twisting up into something between a smile and a wince as she takes him at full force and full speed.
We move around her, from the side view to a head on shot, looking at the top of her head as she looks down at the floor, the dog’s chin just above her shoulder, him almost looking into camera, an expression that looks like complete concentration on his long face. We vaguely hear the cameraman (who has no microphone) telling Imogen to look up – and she does. Looking right down the lens of the camera, a strained look of pleasure on her face, her teeth gritted, lips pulled slightly back… Not a sound coming from her as the dog fucks her like a machine.
We can see Steve in the background smiling away, rubbing his crotch over his jeans, as he watches all of this from the other end, no doubt getting a perfect view of his dog’s purple cock slipping and sliding in and out of this dirty cunt’s pink pussy.
Imogen winces as the dog pushes harder at her rear end, his mouth moving closer to the side of her head as he pushes deeper into her body. She lifts one hand off the floor, supporting her upper body on the other, and uses this free hand to grip the dog’s crossed paws… It’s possible she wants to ‘hold his hand’, but more likely that his nails are catching her belly and she’s trying to avoid pain.
Charley drops down into shot beside her guest and the hairy beast, reaching around under and behind the lovers with one hand – and we cut to her GoPro just in time to see a graphic close up of that purple dog cock with it’s pale, ugly knot, working a number on her pussy. The knot is slipping in and out but appears to be sticking on each stroke… Almost too big… Almost… And then the dog makes one last lurch, and as he does we see two things…
One – the knot pops into Imogen’s pussy just as he fucking stops… Suddenly swelling a little, just enough to stick there.
Two – Imogen’s free hand releases the dog’s paws and forms a fist, waving in the air, then becomes a five fingered star, stretching out… Then grabs at her thigh, finger nails digging in… There’s virtually no sound from Imogen…
We cut to the front shot again and see her face – flushed red, veins popping in her temple and neck… She’s cumming. The quietest yet most intense orgasm we’ve seen on the show for a long time. Holding her breath, bearing her teeth, a little drool coming from her bottom lip… And then, after a few seconds – she takes a breath, a gulp of air, then emits a soft, but clear, “FUUUURRRRRKKKKK!” Then gasps for air again, her chest heaving, little titties quivering.
On her back, the dog remains still, holding on, enjoying her shaking. His balls and arsehole pulsing. The GoPro showing that his cock and knot are twitching in her pussy… Enough to keep waves of pleasure rolling through her body.
We move back to the side angle so that we can see Imogen’s a skinny body being gripped by the dog. His back bent, his chin on her shoulder, hindquarters jammed up tight against her, tail curled up. She’s still shaking/shivering under him.
“Can you feel him squirting his load in your cunt?” Charley asks, knowing how powerful it is to be reminded of what’s going on…
Imogen doesn’t speak, but slowly nods her head, still breathing hard. She turns her head to the side and looks up at us. Holding the position for just long enough that fans everywhere will turn this into one of the series more memorably perfect still frames. Woman, face exposed, dog on top, all in one perfect shot.
Then it gets better – Max licks at her face whilst he’s still knotted in her pussy – and she turns her head even closer to him – opening it, letting him kiss her face and tongue in the way only a dog can.
He’s tied inside her pussy, and kissing her open mouth, and she’s loving both. Occasionally still jerking her arse back or her belly down… Pleasure still rippling through her.
Charley reiterates that, “THAT, is hot… I don’t mind admitting that I’m a bit wet myself watching this…”
Imogen turns her head away from Max and catches her breath. Her mouth open, looking down at the floor… The redness on her face beginning to fade away. She’s got her ‘free’ hand on her boobs now – squeezing one, then the other. Massaging them. “I’ve got pins and needles all over…” She gasps… Then sniggers a little. “Oh, wow…!” She’s blown away by it all.
We cut to Charley’s GoPro to mask the passage of time, and once again catch a nice clear shot of Imogen’s aging pussy wrapped tightly around Max’s tennis ball sized knot. A little cum fizzing out as the bottom as things open up a little. Pussy relaxing and knot shrinking just a fraction. Imogen is now fingering her clit with her free hand, and has been for the last few minutes. Not trying to make herself cum again, just enjoying the sensation of touching herself. She runs her fingers down the sides of her pussy – index finger on one side, ring finger on the other, around the base of the dog’s cock… Then pushing and spreading, twisting her hips a little and – POP, SLOP… The knot comes out, then the shaft of the cock follows, then dog jism dribbles out. Imogen moves her hand to catch it in her palm, which is soon overflowing.
We cut to the front shot as she brings the hand up to her face – not bothering to sniff or drink it, just slapping it onto her face and rubbing it all over, from chin to forehead, lips, both cheeks, nose, even onto her eyelids. After a few seconds of this rubbing she opens her eyes to see that the camera is right on her face – looks a little ashamed, then smiles again and sticks her tongue out at the camera. It’s the most ‘fun’ and least strange she’s looked all day. The experience seems to have taken 20 years off her.
Charley moves in with her microphone for a post-coital interview. “How was that?”
Imogen is still on her knees, bent forward with her weight on one hand, arse in the air – and still breathing hard. “That was everything I hoped it would be…” She replies. “Everything I could have asked for.”
“Did you want to suck on his cock?” Charley asks hopefully.
Imogen pauses, then smirks a little lopsided smirk. “I don’t usually do that…” She pauses. “I mean, suck cocks, not suck dogs… But… If he wants to fuck my face, who am I to say no..? I’m here to be used after all…”
Steve confirms that Max loves to be sucked, and suggests that Imogen lay on her back on the couch and lets her head hang back over the edge. “I’m not sure if Max will go for it, but it’ll be fun to see what he does…”
Imogen moves to the couch and awkwardly arranges herself on her back, with her legs up over the back, feet flat against the wall and her head hanging back over the seat upside down. Her little boobs pretty much pancake on her chest. She shuffles a little to get comfortable, then opens her mouth – and nods…
Steve encourages Max to come back to her – the dog’s cock still hard, swinging under his belly. He’s not as excited or jumpy as he was. The owner rubbing his big hand on the couch right next to Imogen’s head, whispering, “Fuck… Fuck it, boy… Come on…”
Max gets close and sniffs at this new, wide open orifice… Licks at it – lips and chin, then lips and inside… Imogen coughs a little but keeps her mouth open – lets the dog investigate. Pushing her tongue out over her lower teeth to make things appear softer and smoother… Lets Max lick that too. The corners of her mouth turned a little upward, anticipating what’s to come… Or to cum…
Then Max rears up, Steve catching his paws and helping to land them on either side of her chest. This brings the dog’s undercarriage up close to the undertaker’s mouth. She instinctively shifts position, arching her back a little to line the cock up with her mouth – and he’s in… The fat, hot, wet end of his cock pushing against against the flat of her tongue and sliding into her mouth. Her wrapping her lips around the shaft, and the dog taking to this warm, tight space like a second home.
It’s a furious, hardcore face fucking as the dog takes complete control. Imogen reaches up and back with both hands to take hold of the beast’s furry hips and thighs, holding onto him rather than trying to control him.
Charley tries to get a good angle with her GoPro, but the dog, or a flailing arm from Imogen, keeps blocking her view – when she can get a shot it’s shaky and out of focus due to the bumping and humping of the dog. The sound though… The throat clucking/quaking sound and the muffled/choking gasps for air are far more graphic than any image could be. Wet. Hungry. Nasty.
Steve has his big hand on the dog’s collar, ready to pull him away, seemingly a little nervous about how hard the animal is going at the woman’s face – but he doesn’t pull him away, letting Imogen take it for as long as she wants to take it.
This lasts maybe 30 seconds, but we get full value for it, using all camera angles for at least 15 seconds each to get a good minute screentime from the nasty throat fucking action. The best angle is low and from behind the dog, looking between his white furry legs – his tail up, his big brown arsehole winking at us, his balls hanging down and jiggling, but not hanging down far enough to obscure Imogen’s wide open eyes, glistening with tears but looking right into the camera.
When Max finally loses steam he just stands over his bitch – his paws at her sides, his cock still in her mouth…
Charley passes her GoPro over Imogen’s body – up close – showing off scratches and welts on the side of her ribs where the dog’s paws have moved around during the face fucking. Ridiculously erect nipples. Sweat everywhere. Then up to her face – saliva, mucous and dog cum dribbling from her mouth, running ‘up’ the side of her face toward the floor. Her mouth still wrapped around the dog’s cock, lips almost all the way down the shaft to the knot… Still sucking – slow and deliberate. Gasping in air around it, but refusing to let it go.
Then, almost as fast as it started, Sam pulls backward, his cock drawing from her mouth, a long trial of sticky cum-laden-mucous stringing on between her lips and his member. Snapping and falling against her nose and forehead, into her hair, as the dog departs and slinks off to the other side of the room to recover.
Imogen doesn’t move… She just lays on her back, her head still hanging over the edge of the seat, spitting the cum and drool from her mouth so that it runs over her face toward teh floor, into her hair. Her little chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. She looks up into camera from her upside down position and flashes a relaxed smile that we haven’t seen before. This is a content woman! She puts her lips together, then opens them – a gossamer thin film of mucous/cum between her lips, which she tries to blow into a bubble… But it pops almost right away. More mess on her face – then a little laugh.
Charley drops in beside her, sitting on the floor and leaning in so that their faces are level, albeit one is upside down and covered in mess. “That looked pretty intense…” She says, flipping the microphone toward Imogen for her reply.
“Yeahss…” She pauses, wiping some cum from her face, rubbing it off on her breast and side. “It got a little crazy for a second… I thought he was going to choke me to death…” She pauses, smiling. “Would have been quite appropriate…”
“Happy now?” Asks Charley.
Imogen considers her reply carefully. “Happy?” It sounds like it’s almost an alien word for her. “Content. I’d say I’m content. Until the next time.”
“So there will be a next time?” Confirms our host.
“There’s always a next time. This dog, another dog… Maybe something else. I’ll never stop enjoying myself.”
Charley hands over the regular rolled up white t-shirt, “Excellent… I suppose that just leaves me to welcome you to the United Kingdom of Zoo… And give you your traditional UK of Zoo t-shirt…”
As Charley speaks we see Imogen unroll it and let it hang down infront of her so she can see it. “Not really my style, but I’m sure I’ll find a time to wear it…”
Charley turns away from her and looks into camera, “Next week we have a very special show for you… A new lady… A new dog… And a new kind of doggy experience for our show…”
Beside her Imogen is using the t-shirt to wipe her face clean, but it’s doing little more than smearing the cum and spit around her face, blurring her make-up run even more than before.
“Until then,” Charley continues, turning slightly to her guest, “It’s goodbye from me, and it’s goodbye from her…”
Imogen smiles to the camera and winks, upside down. “Bye bye.”
Both women smile to camera, then Charley, no longer able to resist, turns quickly to Imogen and places her lips on the older woman’s face – sucking and slurping like a vacuum cleaner, right across her forehead, then down the bridge of her nose and around her mouth. Imogen reacts by closing her eyes and screwing up her face. This definitely wasn’t on her wish list for the day.
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