We open with our familiar high image of the United Kingdom – from high up in orbit… The whole of the British Isles in one shot. Then our top-heavy cartoon character version of Charley, our host, appears infront of us… She points down toward the landmass below and says, “Hey look… It’s the United Kingdom of Zoo… Let’s look closer and see what we can see…” She giggles, then waves and turns and falls toward the country at super-sonic speed, dropping from a low-Earth orbit toward the south of England, toward the massive urban of London… Swerving toward the eastern side of the city and reaching ground level in just a few seconds.
We chase Charley all the way, as she flies along above quiet streets of terraced two-story homes, lots of concrete, merging through from the animation to the real world as we head into an open area of parkland, slowing down as we approach a group of middle-aged women busy doing a boot-camp work-out under the guidance of a very healthy looking personal trainer – we keep moving until Cartoon Charley lands right next to her.
She’s very slim and quite muscular, her tight clothing showing off her narrow hips and flat belly, small chest and big shoulders. As she moves we can see that her thighs and arms are a good size, and very toned. Up top – her face – not that hot. Her features are very pointed, her lips thin, her eyes big behind thick spectacles. No one is going to run away from her (and frankly, she looks like she’d catch them if they tried), but she’s no beauty queen.
The cartoon smiles at the personal trainer and says, “Hello there, what’s your name..?”
Our guest speaks in a strong, energetic Cockney accent, “My name is Patricia Grant, and I’m a personal trainer from Dagenham in London. I’m 41, and I’ve got three lovely children to three ‘orrible men… And today, I’m gonna be a dogslut!”
In the background, a couple of her boot camp members overhear her proud statement and give a little ‘whoo!’ of encouragement, one even shouts “Go Patty!”.
We cut to a montage of her training her group of clients, coaching and coaxing them into more work, laughing with them; footage of her working out herself, running hard on a treadmill, lifting weights. This is intercut with footage of her being interviewed in close-up, evidently at a gym, with beads of sweat running down her face; plus additional shots of her posing in figure modelling competitions (the tiniest bikini showing off pretty much everything she has – namely, a very slim body, virtually no fat, small boobs, and very toned muscles – not huge, but perfectly toned and proportioned), there are also shots of her three children, all teenagers, and her current partner, who has a serious body-builder’s physique.
She monologues her story over the top of these clips.
“I’ve always been health conscious. When I was young I was a gymnast, almost made the Olympics in Sydney in 2000 – not quite… By the time 2004 came around I was already pregnant with number one!”
“I got back into training seriously once my third was at school… Since then I haven’t looked back. I got into competitive bodybuilding a few years ago. Figure classification. I’ve won a few local titles. It’s not about bulk, it’s about proportion and tone, so I don’t look too scary unless I starve myself down and take all my clothes off…”
“I met my boyfriend through competitions, he’s a pretty good catch… We’ve been together for almost a year now, and he’s everything a girl could ever hope for. Funny, good looking, healthy – good in the sack, ha ha… Applying for the show was his idea. He loves watching the other girls on your show, and he’s got a collection of videos he’s downloaded off the internet with other women doin’ it. He’s always said he’d love to see me doing it – and I think the world of ‘im, I do… I just want to make him as happy as he makes me.”
She’s full of life and smiling a crooked toothy smile, as we cut to our studios in Manchester…
Once again the studio is set up as a bedroom, the bed neatly made with scarlet sheets and white blankets, lots of comfy looking white pillows. We can see lights and cameras in the mirror, and a few crew members walking around making sure everything is in position. One of them, a big and burley guy, is making sure the pillows are fluffed up nice and soft and neatly positioned at the head of the bed.
We cut to the street outside and see a taxi pulling up outside the entrance to reception. Patricia getting out of the back, reaching back in to pay the driver. Meanwhile, shuffling out from behind her, another man exits the taxi – wide and strong, no neck, and not even thinking about taking out his wallet.
Once she’s paid the driver, the two of them walk toward the studio entrance, her reaching forward to take her man’s hand as she catches him up.
We cut to inside our studio, Patricia and her partner, walking hand in hand down the corridor toward the real Charley. She’s wearing one of her low-cut specials again, really showing off that fake cleavage and her sick “WORLD’S BIGGEST DOGWHORE” chest tattoo.
“Hello, welcome to Manchester…” She says looking the pair up and down. “I’m Charley Ozvik – and you must be… Patricia, and…” She pauses, taking in the size of Patricia’s partner – then looks to his square jawed pretty boy face and waits for him to answer.
“Andrew Granton… I’m Patty’s partner…” He smiles.
Patricia leans across him, her hand on his huge chest, “He’s the reason we’re here today.”
Charley looks him up and down. “I bet he is.” She looks over to Patricia. “But you do WANT to be here, don’t you?”
Patricia’s smile says it all. She nods. “Yes. Of course.”
Now Charley smiles, “Just as long as we’ve got that clear…” She turns and points at the door to the set. “Now… On the other side of that door, there’s a fantasy waiting to be fulfilled… By the sounds of it, there’s two fantasies waiting to be fulfilled – so when you’re ready… Make your way through, and we’ll see you on the other side.”
She steps back and lets Patricia lead Andrew toward the door – the two of them exchanging a knowing glance as they walk.
Then we’re on the set. Patricia looking around at the bed, the cameras and microphones, at all of the crew – impressed, and asking “Is all of this is for me?”
Andrew moves over an sits on the edge of the bed, leaning back to get comfortable whilst Patricia begins to undress.
She’s down to her underwear pretty quickly and without any fuss. French knickers and a full bra – even though it doesn’t have much work to do. She is a very strong looking woman. Wide through the back and hips, but very narrow from front to back. Almost no belly, her abs a powerful looking six pack, shoulders popping, thighs powerful. She’s big, but not big enough to make anyone turn away unimpressed. She’s in great shape for a fourty-something.
She’s more comfortable in this state of dress than most of our guests. “When I’m in a competition I wear much less than this… Just a teeny bikini… I feel pretty safe and wrapped up like this.” She laughs.
“Yeah, but you’re not about to fuck a dog when you’re in a competition…” Comments Andrew.
Patricia smiles again, thinking about it. “That would be pretty hot, wouldn’t it… Doing this in competition, infront of all the other girls…” She pauses, then is hit by a big idea, “Or what if all the girls had to do it as part of the competition!” She seems to think this is the hottest idea ever.
“What do you think your rivals would think about that idea?” Asks Charley from behind the camera.
Patricia shrugs. “Some would love it. Some would be disgusted, I’m sure… I don’t know… Don’t care really… It’s just a hot idea, innit?”
Andrew looks around. “Come on, babe… Get the rest of your kit off, he’ll be here in a minute – you don’t want to keep him waiting…”
Next we watch as Patricia removes her bra – letting her small breasts sag a little, nipples hard and pointing. Then her knickers are coming off, slipping down her powerful thighs, over her knees and stepping out one foot at a time. Her pussy is perfectly clean shaven. She’s stark naked and in incredible condition. ‘Condition’ rather than shape – not curvy, strong; not unattractive, but not what men traditionally want in a woman.
There’s a short pause, just long enough for her to begin to get uncomfortable with standing in the nude, then…
We hear the creaking, grinding sound of the big studio door being wound open a couple of feet. Light spills in through the gap from outside. Then the dog appears, a big beast casting a big shadow. He steps through the door and walks through the studio at his own pace – and we recognise him immediately…
“GOLIATH!” Calls Patricia from the other side of the studio. “YES!” She’s got both arms in the air as if she’s just won a competition. She obviously believes she has.
He walks over, then parades around infront of her, looking up. She moves toward him and he skips sideways a little. There’s nothing aggressive about the way she poses or moves toward him, but there’s something about her that is putting him on edge. It’s like he knows she’s strong.
She looks over her shoulder toward Andrew, still sitting on the bed and happily comments. “I bet you’re looking forward to this!”
He nods, taking a deep breath and talking back, “You know you want it…” Then as a nasty afterthought, “Slut!”
She smiles and turns away from the dog, toward Andrew and bends right over, her legs a little apart, her pussy sticking back between her thighs, exposed. She’s toned and muscular in a way that no-one on the show has ever been. Again, it’s a powerfully athletic build rather than a monstrous muscle mass.
She reaches back and grabs a firm butt-cheek in each hand, spreading them wide and exposing herself even more – from the pussy to the dark brown star of her arsehole.
Goliath takes the invitation and has a good sniff, then a lick, his tongue slopping over her pussy and up her arsecrack, making her let out a little involuntary gasp. She bites her bottom lip, curling it into her mouth and holds this pose, letting the dog have a good taste test.
The longer he goes, the harder he seems to dig in. His tongue working her arsecrack as hard as it works her pussy. The flavour driving him crazy.
She stumbles forward as he licks her, and he follows… A few more seconds and she has to take another step, he follows again. The tonguing onslaught continuing until she is finally up against the edge of the bed, her knees hitting the front of the mattress and her allowing her momentum to take her over, having to let go of her butt-cheeks to break her fall – and breaking into a little fit of laughter as she slides back off the bed until her knees hit the hard floor.
So now she’s on her knees on the floor at one end of the bed, arms on top of the bed, her small boobs hanging down just short of the bed, her tight, firm arse stuck out backwards – butt-cheeks now together, but he pussy still accessible – and the dog happy to focus on that alone now. Andrew leans forward at the other end of the bed to get a closer view.
Patricia breathes hard as the dog licks – letting her knees slide wider on the floor, her pussy in easy reach for Goliath.
She takes her weight on one forearm, flat against the mattress, and uses the other hand to alternately squeeze and squash each sagging little boob. She looks over at her boyfriend again, her lazy eyes half closed, teeth bright and white. “Is this good to watch, Andrew? Do you like it?” She asks.
Judging by the look of Andrew’s face we can tell he does.
Without warning, the beast stops licking at her pussy and rears up behind her, grabbing around her hips and just failing to mount her at the first attempt – her arse being just a little too low for him to get hold of.
Patricia doesn’t miss a beat – before we can suggest anything she makes a point of straightening her knees a litte, raising her pussy up from the floor, pushing it back and open at the same time – and most importantly, bringing it into range of the dog…
Goliath mounts her again, successfully this time… His dark body landing on hers. Paws around her midriff, his soft belly against her firm behind. Sheath hanging heavy behind her pussy – him pumping it at her. There’s no visible erection, but he’s ready to go anyway.
“Come on doggy… You can fuck me now… Andrew wants to watch you fuck me…” She says, flashing a dirty smile at her husband.
“Fuck that dirty slut…” Calls Andrew. “Come on boy!”
The dog continues to jerk toward the strong lady’s pussy, the tip of his sheath showing just the smallest point of his pink cock. Patricia pushes back toward him, trying to make it as easy as possible for him.
“Put your cock in me, doggy… I want your doggy cock…” She says, milking the moment and still looking at Andrew as she talks to the dog. “Do you like that? Is that good?” She spits at him, all curled lips and faux dirty-girl.
“I fucking love it you dirty whore… You want to fuck that doggy, don’t you? You dirty whore…” Calls Andrew.
Then Goliath suddenly lurches forward, we manage to catch it on camera – his cock suddenly exploding out of his sheath as he makes contact with her pussy. He goes from virtually non-visible, to having six or seven inches of wet looking shaft – all of which disappears into her smooth flash in a flash.
She lets out a long and dirty deep sounding moan. “OOoooooooohhhhhhh!” and then the dog is away – with his familiar slow and powerful fucking action. The long wind up, the rolling action down the spine, followed by that pounding, driving action into her cunt. A noisy, wet, slurping/slapping sound as he slides deep into her.
We cut to a wider shot to watch the pounding. Patricia, feet wide, legs locked out supporting the huge, hairy, beast – the dog himself resting on her back, his front legs wrapped around her, his chin on her back. Her little tits jiggling – not the biggest but the softness allowing them to swing like crazy. She has one arm on the bed and the other reaching back behind her to grip a handful of fur. She’s not trying to steady or control him – she just wants fur in her hand as a reminder of exactly what is fucking her.
She maintains eye contact with Andrew. “Oh yes… Oh yes…” She gasps.
There’s clearly a bulge in his trousers, but he’s got his hands up to his chest, feeling his nipples through his business shirt as he watches. “Take that fucking whore, doggy… Give her what she deserves! Fucking dogwhore!” It’s delivered like he’s angry, even though he’s clearly enjoying the whole thing.
We film from behind Andrew’s position – shooting over his wide shoulders to look right into Patricia’s face. We can see the pain on her face, but also the pleasure… We can see she’s enjoying it.
The beast continues fucking her for over a minute, his slow action delivering a longer fuck than most dogs… As usual we get it on multiple cameras and cut them all together so that anyone watching will think they fucked for much longer.
“Tell me you love it, slut!” Calls Andrew.
She struggles to confirm, “I… Love… It…”
“Tell me, whore…” He continues. “Tell me you fucking love that dog cock…”
Without looking up she manages to tell him, “I love… I love his huge doggy cock in my tight cunt!”
We cut down to a low angle close-up of the dog’s cock pounding in and out of her pussy. It seems almost too big for her – drawing slowly out, then slamming in in one fast move. The whole pussy being pushed out of shape as each thrust pushes the dog’s growing knot in and out of her body.
She begins to let out a low growl as the knot grows on each thrust, beginning to catch on the back-stroke… By the eighth thrust of the close-up, the knot is big enough to catch inside her and the dog concentrates of a particularly hard, deep, tight thrust – which makes his bitch scream out. “Oh fuuuck!”
And then we’re looking at a dog and a woman locked together – the tie in full effect. Eight inches of cock inside a 41 year old pussy.
A close up of her face reveals a quivering mouth – painful, but still enjoyable.
“Take it you fucking slut!” Calls Andrew. “Take that fucking knot!” He’s progressed from rubbing his nipples to rubbing a hand on his crotch – and now he shuffles along from the end of the bed to the middle, right next to the action. One hand on his crotch, outside his trousers, rubbing his bulging dick, the other reaching out to cup Patricia’s dangling boobs. Pinching the nipples and slowly pulling them as far from her body as possible.
Her thighs are shaking as she holds position with her legs still straight out, supporting the giant dog on her back, a knot in her cunt, and her boyfriend torturing her titties.
“Take it you fucking whore… Take the pain…” Spits Andrew. As he talks he unzips his trousers with one hand. Patricia quickly helps him – using her free hand to reach inside and pull his cock out. It’s erect, and it’s not a bad size compared to other men – but small compared to the dog.
Andrew climbs up onto the bed, onto his knees infront of Patricia – giving her a better angle to get his cock into her mouth – and all of a sudden she’s sucking his cock whilst the huge dog is still knotted in her pussy. She’s wanking Andrew’s shaft as she sucks on the tip. Every few seconds she smiles around his meat.
“Suck my cock you dirty slut… Suck it while that big dog fucks your dirty pussy…” He says as he goes back to playing with his nipples now that she is sucking his cock.
Without taking his cock form her mouth, she mumbles, “I can feel dog cumming inside me…” (although it sounds more like, “I ‘an ‘eel ‘og cu’ing inshide ‘e.”
We cut to a close-up of the dog and his bitch from the rear. His heavy ballsack twitching and lifting every second, his arsehole squeezing shut – a shot of cum jetting into her belly each time.
“You fucking love this you whore!” Spits Andrew – although he’s struggling to speak as he’s on the edge of an orgasm… He’s suddenly jerking his hips toward her face, pinching his nipples hard and looking like a little angel as he unloads into her mouth.
It’s a very dirty threesome to watch. The kind of threesome we rarely get to see, so never get tired of. Man, wife and dog – with man and dog cumming in her at either end.
After a few seconds of glory, Andrew collapses back down to the bed, spent, with his mouth open, catching his breath. “You’re the bloody best, babe…” He says, his tone suddenly changed from angry and powerful, to little boy.
Now she’s in charge… She leans forward, bringing her face over his, her mouth to his, and slowly lets his thick cum dribble from her mouth to his. He accepts this like a baby bird being fed by its mother… But doesn’t swallow – because once she’s emptied her mouth into her, she moves in for a long, tongue-crazy kiss.
We cut to a wide angle – Patricia still in position over Andrew, still sharing a kiss. She’s leaning as far over Andrew as she can – but Goliath’s knot, coupled to his huge bulk, is stopping her from each too far.
The tie itself has already lasted a few minutes – long enough for her to suffer alone, then share the blow-job, and then snowball that cum into Andrew’s mouth… But at this point it’s coming to an end.
His knot has been slowly shrinking for a while now, but the end is sudden, the big dog pulling backward and stumbling away, his big cock swinging between his legs…
With the weight off her back Patricia is able to bring her legs even straighter, pushing her arse higher, well above her shoulders. “Go go…” Patricia calls to Andrew – and he takes the instruction. Slipping off the bed and down onto the floor behind her. This is something they have obviously discussed before coming on the show. He brings his mouth to her pussy, licking the swollen lips and slurping at the contents.
She angles her hips downwards and brings her body more upright, pushing up off the bed until she is pretty much standing upright, letting the dog jism pour from her pussy into Andrew’s mouth. He licks hungrily at her cunt, using his tongue and his lips to make sure he gets as much as he can… Then, with his mouth full, he pats her on the hip, and she turns to face him, dropping down onto her knees infront of him, her small tits against his huge chest, letting him tip his head forward and dribble the dog-cum from his mouth into hers….
In a re-run of her snowballing his own cum to him, he now snowball’s the dog’s cum to his girlfriend… And once she has it all he follows in for another kiss. We actually got more complaints about this show than any other – usually it was just the anti-bestiality brigade, but for this show there were so many complaints about us showing a woman giving a man a blowjob, and a man sucking cum from a woman’s pussy. It’s pretty sad really – but that’s people for you!
We cut to a shot of Goliath, still with his erect cock hanging under his belly, looking over at the couple with a most confused look on his face. His head cocked to one side. What on Earth are they doing? He’s never seen this before. Neither have we… And at this moment, we fade out.
We fade back in on a broadly smiling and very satisfied looking Patricia, sitting beside a slightly ashamed looking Andrew. Patricia is still naked, but leaning back to let the lights reflect off the cum and sweat all over her chest and those abs of hers.
Charley interviews them from off camera.
“Wow!” She opens. “Now, THAT was hot… I’d like to find a partner who would do that for me!”
Patricia grins from ear to ear whilst Andrew only manages a feeble smile.
Patricia responds – “I knew he was into it, but I didn’t know he was that into it… It was amazing to share that with him… Literally share it.”
“Do you think this is something the two of you will do again?”
Andrew looks down, not wanting to talk on camera right now. Patricia is more than willing to answer. “I’ll do that with him any time he wants… What do you think, darl? Bigger dog, more dogs? A horse?” She laughs at the thought – an excited laugh.
“And how did it feel to do that on national television?” Asks Charley. “What will everyone think of you at your next competition?”
Andrew suddenly looks mortified, thinking about what he’s done – realising it was all on camera for public display – remembering that he’s already signed the release agreement. The same thought seems like it almost gives Patricia another orgasm. “Oh… It’s very sexy, thinking of everyone we know watching it… I can’t wait to get back in the gym, on the dias with my ‘rivals’… I hope they ask me about it… I’d love to give them tips… Maybe even share a dog with them…” She looks at Andrew. “And Andy too… Two fit women and you, plus the dog… We all win!”
Andrew continues to look like he’d rather be anywhere other than on television right now, but Patricia’s joy more than makes up for his misery. She leans over to console him, still smiling, checking “Are you okay, darl? It’s okay… We’re all perverts deep down…”
Charley steps into frame, looking toward camera. “It appears that sometimes even the biggest men can bite off a little more than they can swallow… Although Andrew seemed quite happy swallowing earlier… But we’ll leave our love-birds here for now.”
She steps out of frame and lets us watch as Patricia takes Andrew’s head and pulls it to her chest, hugging him gently and saying that “Everything will be alright… I’ll make you forget all about it…”
And we fade out, wondering whether Andrew will ever show his face at the gym again, and how many of Patricia’s rivals will be asking her about dogsex.
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