We see that familiar opening sequence – various scenes of UK life, taken from the introductions to previous episodes – a field, a beach, a pub, a motorway… And then we’re looking at something new…
This time our drone camera is floating over a road in a nice suburb on a beautiful sunny day. High stone/brick walls separate nice houses from the pavement. Not too many cars driving by. We’re following a middle-aged woman as she jogs… Well, it’s more of a run than a jog – she clearly takes this seriously. Her tight running gear suggests that there’s not an ounce of fat on her. We can’t quite make out her face under her baseball cap.
She runs past a familiar figure and we cut from our drone camera to a hand-held shot at eye level. That familiar figure is our regular host, Charley, and she’s soaking up the sun in a sexy off-the-shoulder dress. It’s low enough up top to show off ample cleavage from her bolt-on fakes, and the now coloured/shaded version of her large “WORLD’S GREATEST DOGWHORE” tattoo; and high enough at the hem to show off a little of her toned thighs. Charley talks direct to camera, her white teeth almost clean enough to reflect the sunlight at us.
“Hello and welcome to the United Kingdom of Zoo. I’m Charley Ozvik, and I’ve been travelling the length and breadth of the UK, looking for naughty girls with dirty dreams and helping them come true…”
The title, “THE UNITED KINGDOM OF ZOO” flashes up on screen over a graphic showing the UK, with little pins appearing, the pins representing all of the locations in series 4. This weeks pin is flashing on the southern coast.
Then we’re back in the neat suburbs of the city… Standing with Charley, with the street behind her as she talks direct to camera. We can see the middle-aged runner approaching from the distance at a medium paced jog. “We’re here in Southampton on the south coast of England, on a beautiful summer’s day, to meet a lady who doesn’t understand the meaning of the word ‘quit’…”
As the runner approaches, we can see that she’s a tall, slim and mature lady with long, light brown hair and high quality running gear.
Charley continues, “She’s raised a family, had a successful business, and having taken up running at fifty, she’s just completed her fifth marathon… Nothing stands in the way of this woman achieving her dreams!”
As the runner gets closer, and comes to a heavy breathing halt next to Charley, hands on hips, we can see a few grey hairs swept back from her temples to behind her ears. She has a strong-featured face with high cheek-bones, a pointed noise, and full lips, her eyes magnified by large square framed spectacles.
We cut to a close-up of her, no longer breathing hard. “My name’s Colette O’Neill… I’m 54 years old, and I’m a businesswoman from Southampton on the south coast of England.”
We cut back to Colette on the pavement with Charley. Charley raises her microphone, and asks her first question almost like a pro… It’s beginning to look very natural now. “So, tell us why we’re here today, Colette…”
“Well, basically, we’re here today because I’m sick and bloody tired of pretending that I’m not turned on by things that society says are dirty…”
Charley follows up, “Like what, for example..?”
“Well, obviously, dogs and stuff like that. Animals. But all kinds of other things. I’ve got so many fantasies, and this is one of the ones I’ve never been able to try.” Colette has a look on her face that suggests she’s a little scared of what she’s saying – occasional side looks to camera rather than Charley, a few little stutters.
Charley swings the microphone back to her mouth, “Do you mind me asking which fantasies you’ve tried?”, then the microphone back to Colette.
Colette takes a breath and checks the camera again, “Well, if I’m to be totally honest… I’ve experimented with an all-girl orgy…” She clears her throat. “I hired a couple of prostitutes and just had them pleasure me for a whole afternoon…”
Charley, “Ahh, my kind of girl…”
Colette rushes to answer, almost overly assertive, “Oh no, I’m not a lesbian… I just wanted to experience that… Ermm… Sensuality… It was lovely, but a one-time only thing. Done it, move on…”
Charley, “Anything else?”
Colette thinks for a second, “I dressed up a little bit tarty, went out and let a couple of French sailors pick me up in a pub, then had a one-night-stand with them…” We look at her, wondering how she would scrub up in ‘tarty’ clothes – probably okay if a little rough around the edges. She smiles a little as she thinks back on it. “I don’t usually give oral, but for them I made an exception. I wasn’t being me… I think I enjoyed it almost more than they did.”
“And now you want to have some fun with one of our little doggies?” Asks Charley rather innocently, snapping Colette back to the moment.
“Yes.” She answers, thinking about what’s about to happen. “It’s something I’ve been thinking about for quite a while, but I never had the nerve to tell anyone. Even when your show started and everyone was talking about it… I just kept smiling and laughing at all the stories, but I was really watching every week and thinking about what it would be like to be on the show… And now… Here I am…”
“What is it about bestiality that turns you on?” Asks Charley.
Colette pauses, as if she’s not sure. “I think, probably, it’s just that it’s such a taboo… You’re not supposed to do it. You’re not supposed to even think about it. You’re definitely not supposed to admit to wanting to do it. The first time I admitted it out loud was possibly the most turned on I’ve ever been. I had to finger myself there and then!”
“And who did you admit it to that first time?” Asks Charley with a little smile.
Colette flashes a cheeky little grin, shy meets naughty, and about 40 years drops off her age for a second, “You… When you phoned up to book this appointment… I didn’t tell anyone I’d sent in an application, not even my husband.”
Charley asks, “Does he know about any of your kinky activities?”
Colette nods, “Sort of, yes… I told him about the prostitutes, I think he was quite turned on by that one… And the threesome with the sailors – he actually drove me to the pub that night and picked me up from the hotel afterwards…”
“But he doesn’t know about ‘this’..?” Charley checks.
Colette shakes her head, “No… Not yet. I don’t think he’d stop me – but I didn’t want to say anything until afterwards.”
“What do you think he will say about it?”
“He’ll probably ask me if I’ve got a copy of the tape… He asked me to record my threesomes but I refused… I suppose he’ll see today’s activities whatever happens…” She laughs a little. “No secrets at all this time!”
Charley checks, “Does he watch the show?”
Colette smiles, “Oh yes… We watch it separately. I know he watches but I don’t think he’s noticed that I’m such a fan… He likes you though… He’s mentioned you a few times.” Then a little laugh.
Charley nods, as if she’s used to hearing that men are fans of hers… Then she follows up with one of her regular questions, “If today goes well, will it change your life?”
Colette considers this. “I’m not sure it’ll change completely. If all goes well I’ll have to decide if it is because it’s a one-time thing, or if it’s something I want to do more often… If it’s the latter then I suppose it will change things a little. For one thing, we’ve got a bitch at home, we might have to get a dog as well… Or perhaps I could just experiment with her…” She smirks a little. “You know, I’d never even considered that before now!”
We cut to a long shot, looking up the road, and see two figures approaching. A short, chunky gent, and his sleek black dog. It’s our old friends Dennis and Casanova…
We cut back to see Colette’s reaction to their arrival. She’s clearly very happy, the smile on her face spreading wide. “It’s the beast from the east…” She giggles. “The hound from hell…” She’s clearly struggling to remember the whole herald, but she’s obviously a fan.
As Dennis sidles into view, HE starts up his pitch… “Please welcome the ‘ound from ‘ell… The beast from the east end… He’s a lover not a fighter… A licker not a biter… He’s a rock ‘ard, go ‘ard, take you in the back yard, fuck your pussy send your mum a post-card… Meeeeean muvva-fucker… Casanova the Fird!”
As usual, he times it to perfection, so the dog arrives within reach of the woman right as he says his name. Colette reacts by making a fuss over the dog, ruffling his head and neck, apparently no fear at all of this most evil looking animal. “Oh, who’s a beautiful boy? Eh? Who’s a beautiful boy..?”
Casanova is up on his hindlegs, front paws on her thighs, licking at her hands and wrists as she fusses over him. It seems fairly obvious that he thinks he’s a beautiful boy!
“I suppose I don’t need to ask what you think?” Jokes Charley.
Colette looks up from her fussing over the dog, “Very happy. Yes. This should be fun!”
Charley skips into narration mode, turning to face camera whilst Colette continues to fuss over Casanova. “Colette has decided to do something a little extra risky today… We’re going to shoot an open-air scene right here in the street… Well, right over here, behind this hedge, just in case the police drive by!!”
We cut to behind that hedge. From our camera position we can see right up the street, then the houses opposite, and with a little pan of the camera we can see down the street. The hedge protects us from all of the houses and anyone coming up the street, but anyone driving down the street will be able to see what’s going on.
Colette unzips her running top and slips it off, revealing an already sweaty skin-tight pressure top. It’s unforgiving and demonstrates that she’s very thin – wirey – with relatively small boobs. She pulls her jogging pants down over her bum, then peels them down her legs, only stopping when she reaches her feet and realises that she really should have taken her running shoes off. Once they are off, she completes removing the pants. Then it’s her skin-tight top, gripped at the bottom and peeled up over her head, like a rabbit being skinned. Her small boobs are exposed, no sports bra underneath, but two strips of tape over each nipple forming a black cross on the end of each tit. It’s not a fashion statement or a kinky move, it’s just practical protection from friction.
She sweeps her hair back again, making sure it’s all collected in a hairband. Every move of her arms makes her small boobs rise and jiggle a little. Standing like this her chest, shoulders and head will be visible over the top of the hedge. She smiles a little nervous smile, and giggles a bit, looking up and down the street. “I can’t believe we’re doing this here… It’s good… I’m not complaining… It makes it even more exciting… But still, I can’t believe it…”
Casanova sits patiently, his tail stub wagging, his tongue hanging out, but well under control, watching every move Colette makes.
A car drives past, slowing a little and beeping his horn at the sight of this middle-aged woman in nothing but her underpants. She instinctively ducks down under the hedge height and turns away from him, covering up her boobs with folded arms…
Once the car has gone she slowly rises up again and takes her hands away from her taped boobs, bringing them down to the sides of her knickers. Looks up and down the street again, then slips them down her thighs, showing off a close-cropped set of pubes. Neat and tidy, barely more than stubble really except for a narrow strip of dark hair. Then the panties are past her knees, over her calves and off and she’s naked and grinning, looking at the dog and ready to get started.
Charley steps in, microphone up, “Any last thoughts before we start..?” She asks. “Any special requests?”
Colette looks from Casanova to Dennis, to Charley, “Just for a ruddy good shagging…” She giggles.
Charley steps back and waves her arm aside, “Assume the position – let’s get started…”
Casanova is jumping around, keen to get started, as Colette gets down to the ground. “Be patient, little guy… It’s almost time…” She says.
Knees and hands on the hard soil. Getting comfortable, sticking her arse up, shivering a little. Her boobs are hanging down a little, nipples hidden behind black tape. She brings a hand up from the dirt to her boob and gives it a little squeeze – the dirt on her hand leaving a mark on the flesh of her tit.
“Are you ready for me, boy? Because I’m very ready for you…”
Casanova is straining Dennis’s grip. Colette nods for him to release the beast, and he does…
We drop into slow motion to watch the dog charges at her in his full majesty – muscles rippling, legs scrambling, head locked on target, tongue flapping out of the side of his mouth. He’s only 5 meters away from her, but the slow motion means it takes him a few seconds to get there… It’s an impressive sight…
He’s straight onto her – no foreplay, no getting to know you, just right up onto her back…
Her small boobs shake under her as the dog’s weight crashes down on her, and her arms clearly strain to support his weight, then he starts to prod and poke at her from behind – the tip of his cock hitting her backside and thighs, only rarely threatening her pussy.
She encourages him with a, “Come on, boy… You can do it… Find my… Aaarrrrrggghhhhhh”… As he suddenly finds his way home. Hot cock slotting into wet pussy.
He starts to hammer at her immediately, changing her contented sigh to a thrilled gasp…
Her eyes are closed and her head hanging down to the floor, a slight wincing smile on her face, as the dog fucks her like she was made for the job. The curves of his hips and belly seem to match her skinny frame almost perfectly.
We move around to see that the bushes are screening her perfectly from the street as a car drives by. The middle-aged couple inside are oblivious to what’s going on right next to the road. They don’t seem to check the rear view mirror as they drive up the street.
Casanova powers into his bitch from behind, front paws tight around her, thighs powering him into her – fast, hard, short strokes giving her everything he’s got.
Colette continues to encourage him, her tone still soft and almost shy, even though her behaviour certainly isn’t. “Oh yes, fuck me, fuck me fuck me, fuckme fuckme fuckme…” Speeding up and up as he pounds at her… Her temperature rising – her face reddening – her nipples hard… Every muscle in her body tensing up as she builds… And then the dog stopping… Just standing over her… With her right on the edge…
Gasping “Ooohhh nooooo, nnooooo, don’t stop…” Reaching back to hold his legs, to stop him moving away. “Don’t stopppppp… I need to cum… Make me cummm…”
Charley takes this as her cue… She can help the dog and her guest… She moves in behind them, crouching down and kneeling in the dirt, her little mini-dress stretching at the seams, and reaches under between their legs to begins to play with Colette’s pussy… As we know, Charley isn’t the first woman to play with Colette’s pussy, and from our guest’s reaction we’re guessing she won’t be the last… The dog’s cock is still cock inside the naked lady by his big knot, which is fully formed inside her. His arse and balls twitching. Charley rubs her fingertips against Colette’s clit, reaching her other hand under the older lady to cup one of her breasts and pinch the rock hard nipple through the masking tape.
As soon as the fingers start to work her clit and tits, Colette heads right back to the edge of her orgasm… And stays there for a few seconds, her whole body shaking… Charley leans in and whispers into her ear… Loud enough for our microphones to pick up… “Everyone can see you… Everyone knows you’re a dogwhore…” She pauses, “You’ve got a dog’s cock in your cunt and he’s filling you up with his spunk!”
“Spunk” is the word that puts her over the edge, her whole body shaking as she gasps, “G-0-dddddddd!” Her mouth wide open, eyes closed, head thrown back – veins bulging on her neck.
We cut to a low angle, looking up between her thighs at that big knot stretching out her pussy lips. Charley has stopped fondling her – it’s just her and the dog now. She’s breathing hard but saying nothing, just the occasional little “Umf” noise as the dog’s balls twitch, indication another shot of doggy jism shooting inside her.
His sleek black body is still resting on her back, but he’s now relaxed his forelegs and they are just hanging to either side of her body – paws almost resting on the front of her thighs. Relaxing more, his body gradually slipping to the side of her back until he is forced to lift one leg over her, scratching her and leaving a thin little welt across the bottom on her back, and ending up standing at a weird angle – hindlegs still between her legs, front legs both to one side of her, his body almost side-on to her.
She raises her head and looks into camera – smiles, then blows off the pain from her pussy again. “It’s very big…” She says in a whisper before giving us the other half of her smile – then she gasps and her whole body moves as the dog pulls away from her…
We cut back to close-up of her pussy just in time to see the knot popping out and the cock sliding out of her body. The moment of the ‘pop’ is accompanied by her letting out a little yelp…
We stay in close-up, looking at an absolutely wrecked looking pussy. Gaping open, glistening and pink, wrinkled lips, with cum dribbling out and dripping down onto the grass and dirt between her knees. We linger on that image.
Then cut back to a shot of Colette’s face as she catches her breath… It doesn’t take long to recover her focus, still on hands and knees, looking around to see where the dog has gone… He’s wondered to the side of the bushes, and is now visible from the street – but she doesn’t care anymore…
She crawls over to him, her naked body, slim and sweaty, now visible to anyone who might drive by (although the road is still quiet and cars few and far between). She licks her lips and leans in under his belly. His cock is still big and hard, glistening with both of their juices… She doesn’t hesitate to take the tip into her mouth and start sucking on it… Moaning as she does. Sucking it deep, bobbing her head under him. One hand on the floor supporting her weight, the other over his back, holding his fur, stopping him from walking away – as if he would.
In an ultra-close up, courtesy of Charley’s GoPro, we watch as Colette parts her lips, keeping the cock inside, but letting his cum pour out, dribbling from the corner of her mouth. Then returns to sucking again. She gives a fairly noisy suck, with plenty of slurping and hard breathing. Opening up to let the cum drool from the side of her mouth again.
She’s obviously enjoying herself, but perhaps not enjoying the taste – but that doesn’t stop her sucking that cock so long as it’s hard. We cut to a wide shot to see her virtually on the pavement beside the street. Fully exposed – her tall, slim body, small tits, and tight behind fully exposed. Our camera picks out a woman in a bedroom window on the other side of the street, obviously watching the action, her hand up her t-shirt, idly massaging her breast as she stares, unaware she’s on camera.
We cut back to a close-up of the action as she pulls her head back, letting the cock fall out of her mouth – it’s much smaller now, almost gone, pencil thin and cute rather than the fat and scary – gleaming with a combination of Colette’s saliva and the dog’s own cum. It disappears back into the sheath almost as soon as it’s free of her mouth. He’s done!
Colette pulls her head out from under the dog’s belly and sits back on her heels, then looks up at camera, squinting into the sun, her eyes still looking huge through her spectacles… Wiping dirt, sweat and cum off her chin and tits. She speaks to Charley in a very casual, although slightly out of breath, manner. “That was fun…” She looks around at the street. “I thought there would be more cars though…” She smiles…
“Do you think you’ll do it again?” Re-asks Charley.
We cut to a wider view which takes in our whole crew, and Charley, plus Dennis and Casanova, all standing around Colette, kneeling naked on the grass verge beside the road. She thinks for a moment, “I don’t know… It was very nice… But I’ve done it now… I like a new challenge… Maybe if I could do what you did – just one dog after another until I’m totally exhausted… That sounds like a lot of fun…”
“And now that you’ve been fucked by a dog – how do you feel your husband will react when he finds out about it?”
Colette smirks, “He’ll probably be jealous… He’ll say he wanted to see it live… He’ll probably complain that he wanted to meet you… I might not tell him. I might just wait until it’s on tv and let him find out from his friends at the pub… Although that’s probably a little unfair.”
Charley raises the traditional UK of Zoo gift – that exclusive white t-shirt with our logo on it – as she says, “Well, unfair of not, the fact is that you’ve now because a fully fledged citizen of the United Kingdom of Zoo… So here’s your ‘United Kingdom of Zoo’ t-shirt, maybe you can wear that on your next marathon, let everyone know who they’re up against!”
Colette takes the bundle from Charley, unrolls it and admires the logo. “That’s terrific!” She says. Then she turns it to the camera and says, “Thank you everyone, I hope you enjoyed the show…” Then she instinctively turns around to hold the shirt up to the houses opposite, letting them see her in full frontal, her nipples still taped over, and her pale flesh covered in scratches. There’s a cheer and a clap from someone out of sight on the other side of the road. They’ve obviously watched the whole thing ‘live’.
Charley turns away from her and looks into camera, “That’s all from us on the south coast this week, next week we’ll be back in the capital with another dirty dirty girl with some very bad fantasies to fulfill!”
She turns and gives Colette a celebratory hug, her pretty little dress against Colette’s naked and dirty body.
A caption comes onto the screen as they hug. “At the time of broadcast Colette advised that she still hadn’t told her husband about her filming for the show – so Gareth, if you’re watching, Charley says “Hello!”
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