We open with our standard sequence – a high altitude image of the United Kingdom. Then a very cartoonish, top heavy caricature of our host, Charley, floating infront of us… She points down toward the UK 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 toward the ground, heading in country, then north, toward Scotland… Dropping down toward the east of the country, to a large grey city… Reaching ground level in the middle of the Edinburgh Military Tattoo at the Castle.
From here we turn and race through the granite streets, Charley racing ahead of us as we pass a hundred Scottish stereotypes (men in kilts, bagpipes, etc.), before coming to a train station and merging into live-action.
Outside the station, with her jaw locked defiantly, is a short, skinny, pale older woman. She looks like if she relaxed, she’d float away on the wind. She got a thick mop or auburn hair that frames a face that looks like it’s seen better days. She not unattractive, you understand, but her days of being considered good-looking are long behind her.
The cartoon smiles at the little lady and says, “Hello there, what’s your name..?” Then smiles and nods as the lady introduces herself. Her voice is stronger than her body, her accent Scottish and so thick it almost needs subtitles, ““Ma name is Tara Carver, A’m 59 years old, and I’m the original punk rocker! I’ll do anything I want tae do… And today, what ah want tae do is get fucked by a big dog!”
We cut to a montage of photos and video clips of Tara when she was young – intercut with footage of her being interviewed in close-up, looking very different.
She tells her life story over the top of these clips. Her dialogue at almost 100mph.
“I was aboot 15 when I ran away from home… Went doon tae London and live wild-like. I was all safety pins in ma nose and glue in ma hair. I lived in squats and hung around anyone wi’ a guitar or some drugs… I had a great time. Went all over wi’ anyone who’d take me.”
“I’ve done drugs. Lots o’ drugs. I’ve lived rough. I’ve done a little time in jail… Burglary and drugs… I’ve been arrested for prostitution, but ah never got charged… Too good wi’ the blowies in the back o’ the cop car…” She laughs – a laugh that descends into a cough.
“I don’t remember the eighties. Or the nineties, really. All I remember was findin’ my way home when I was about 40… Ever since then I’ve been around here, wi’ everyone conspicuously avoiding me… Nae-one wants to talk to the professional slapper… Tramp, whore, druggie… I’ve been clean for years, but nae-one trusts you once you’ve been that way… And then the big punchline… I get the cancer.”
“I’ve gone my whole life doing whatever I wanted to do… And now I’ve only got a few months left to do the rest… And the only thing I can think of that I never tried, is havin’ sex wi’ an animal… And I thought to myself, why the fuck not?”
She’s got a big smile across her face – the thought is clearly all that’s keeping her going right now.
And on that, we cut to our studios in Manchester… The corner of our set is made up to look a bedroom – double bed, with white sheets being stretched and tucked in by one of our crew. Lights and cameras are positioned around the bed. Everything is calm and organised.
We cut to the street outside and watch as a taxi-cab pulls up at the curb. The rear door opens and the little, almost birdlike, Scots lady gets out, looks around and then heads in toward the studio carrying a small overnight-type bag.
We cut to inside our studio, Tara walking along a corridor with the overnight bag over her shoulder, holding it tight for security. She looks very small but proud and confident as she walks toward…
Our hostess – Charley. She’s standing with her hands behind her, shoulders back, fake chest pushed out. Her tight jacket is buttoned twice and we can’t see anything under it (other than the big “WORLD’S BIGGEST DOGWHORE” tattoo that’s painted across it).
Charley introduces herself, “Hello, I’m Charley Ozvik – and you must be… Tara…”
Tara drops her bag and steps into the younger woman, giving her a hug, mashing herself firmly up again those big false tits. Looking very happy as she does it. “Hallo there…”
Charley continues, “So, tell us why you are here today?”
Tara steps back, standing up straight, matching Charley’s stance. “I’ve come all the way down here today, t’ have sex wi’ a dog.”
“And why do you want to do that?” Checks Charley.
The words coming out of Tara’s mouth don’t match her sparrow-like appearance. “Because the thought of a dog’s big fat cock filling my old cunt just turns me on something terrible!” She smiles, a confident smile. “I just really want to get fucked by one…”
Charley smiles, “Well, that being the case, I don’t think I should make you wait any longer…”
She steps back and waves Tara through to the studio. “Step right through, to the United Kingdom of Zoo…”
Tara picks up her bag and steps past Charley, heading through the doorway and into the studio beyond.
We cut to the bedroom set and some time has clearly passed. Tara has slicked her hair back with hair gel, making it look darker and shiny, and she’s put on a thick layer of make-up to try and make herself look healthier and younger. She’s also already stripped to her lingerie – a pair of bikini brief panties and a small bra to support her small boobs –obviously this means that most of her flesh is exposed, which renders that facial make-up a little pointless as we can all see how tired her body is.
She runs her hands over her head, slicking and smoothing that hair down again, then brings her gel covered hands down and rubs/wipes them clean over her little boobs, reaching down inside her bra to cover the underside as well… Then reaches around behind her back to unhook it, letting it fall away – pulling a little “ooh” face to indicate that being topless on camera is fun for her. Her little boobs shine under the camera lights thanks to the gel.
We hear Charley’s voice, without microphone, from behind camera, checking “Are you looking forward to this?”
Tara smiles and nods as she slips her panties down her skinny legs and steps out of them, “Aye, I am… Very much so… Can’t wait to be used and abused!” She pauses, then can’t suppress her excitement as she blurts out, “By a big bad doggy!”
If saying it excites her on like this, what the hell is the act going to do?
We cut to the big heavy set door again, and watch as it winds open a couple of feet to reveal this week’s hound…
Small and mean – wide and muscular… It’s a powerful little fucker – heaving against a thick chain attached to his leather studded collar, tongue hanging out of his wide toothy mouth. It’s a pitbull, and we recognise him almost as much by his grunting, rasping breathing as by his appearance – it’s Randall, and we immediately know that Tara is in for some seriously hard and fast action.
The powerful dog heaves himself toward the set, almost choking himself against his collar as he drags his owner along behind him. We can see Tara in the background, sitting on the edge of the bed with her legs apart, waiting…
A close up shows her breathing hard, her little chest expanding and contracting, ribs sticking out under her small boobs, a nervous but not shy smile flickering on her face and she licks her lips as beast pads back and forth infront of her – sniffing the air, turning toward her, raising his head and pushing it toward and then between her legs.
She leans back, slipping a little forward onto the edge of the bed, allowing him to start licking at her. His hot tongue working her inner thighs, her pussy, over the labia, between the labia, splitting the lips… She gasps – her face lighting up. She struggles to form the words, “My… Oh… That’s it…” Tossing her head back, “Yes!”
She leans back even further, her hands on her inner thighs, spreading her skinny legs wider to give the dog maximum access to her most private parts, raising them to expose her bony arse to his tongue – a gift he accepts, his tongue rasping over her little arsehole.
“Go on there… Lick that…” She says as she begins to control herself… “MMMmmmm yes…”
She turns her head from one side to the other, eyes shut, uttering occasional comments, “Oh fuck… Shit…” as the dog continues to lick up between her butt-cheeks and over her puckered little arsehole..
She tries to suppress her squeals, keeping her mouth closed, but the way she’s rocking her head from side to side and gasping for occasional breaths, shows that she’s having a really good time.
“Och… Oh Gawd… That’s… Oh fuckin’ hell…” She stammers as the dog keeps licking, taking her shaking little body toward an arse licking orgasm… She shakes more and more, clamps her jaws together, squeezes her eyes tight shut, holds her breath and… Cums… Dropping her thighs, her legs falling, her arse dropping, the dog backing away to get away from her – then skipping forward again to lick at her hairless pussy…
Which is too intense for a post-orgasmic waif… She tries to take it for a second, but can’t – throwing her hands down to push on the top of the beast’s head and rocking forward so that she’s sitting upright.
She takes a moment to compose herself, then looks up at the camera with a big smile – her face full of life. “I haven’t had one of them in soooo long…”
“An orgasm?” Checks Charley.
“An anal orgasm.” Confirms Tara with a big grin. “I’d forgotten how much I like it in the arse…” She looks at the dog. “Can he fuck my arse too?”
We hear the chirpy Cockney accent of Thomas, Randall’s owner, from off camera, “He’s a pretty vigorous lover – so long as you can handle that he’s not too big, but his knot could do some damage…”
“Och, my arse has taken plenty of damage over the years…” Jokes Tara. “And I won’t be needing it that much longer!” Her dark, self-aware humour, highlighting her desire to have fun right now and not worry about consequences.
She slips a little further forward on the edge of the bed, letting her arse drop a little lower, parting her thighs again, slapping her inner thigh, encouraging Randall to come and get some… “Be good to me!” She asks with a little smile, then bringing her legs up again, exposing her arse a second time.
Randall doesn’t need a written invitation – rearing up and mounting her immediately, missionary style, his front paws on the edge of the bed on either side of her little belly, stabbing at her behind with his semi-erect cock. The strain of taking his solid muscular body against her pelvis and belly is obvious, but she’s not calling for help – she wraps one hand around his shoulders and stokes his flank with the other…
Charley drops in behind them on her knees, trying to stay out of shot – reaching under his belly to fondle his cock and steer it up between the wee bum cheeks of her guest, pushing the tip against the puckered little arsehole… The shaft bending a little, the tip smooshing to one side, and then – without warning, just popping inside and straightening up – driving deep…
Tara screams out as if she’s been shot – or more accurately, stabbed… “Arrrrggghhh!!!” and the look on her face is one of extreme pain…
Then Randall starts to pump into her – fast and furious, hard and without mercy. Tightness around his shaft inspiring him to go for it without any consideration for his partner’s needs.
He fucks her like crazy – and all she can do is wrap her arms around his shoulders, and cross her calves over his back. Holding on for her life. The “aaarrrgggghhhh” joined by “uuurrrrmmmmmppphhhh” noises as she takes his fat cock all he way up her arse.
We cut to a low angle close-up of the penetration… His hairy legs pushing up against the side of the bed, his belly on her pale back, that hot, hard, fat, Pitbull cock sliding in and out of her arse – almost six inches of it generating enough friction to start a fire… When in this close-up we turn up the sound microphones to catch the squish/slurp sound of his cock in her arse…
Then we cut back to her face – the look of pain, the tensed features, watering eyes, but between the sounds of pain we can also hear, “Yes… Give it me…” and “fuck my arse”…
Back to a wide angle to take in the whole scene – slight, older woman, perched on the edge of the bed, on her back, pitbull mounted missionary style, pumping away between her thighs at 90mph, her arms and legs wrapped around him, holding on for dear life.
His front paws are ripping the sheets as he tries to keep himself at this angle, raised high up on his relatively short legs. His arse a blur as he slams into her from a low angle, fucking upwards into her arsehole… Pulling so hard on his front legs that his back legs almost leave the floor, occasionally scrabbling for a grip on the bed frame, just under the mattress. He’s being made to work very hard.
The grunted, moaned, “uuurrrgggghhs”, coupled with the “fuck my arse… that’s it…” and the “ooouuuucccchhhhh!” give a fair indication of the range of feelings the old girl is going through. The way her arms are wrapped around his back showing that she still wants him close rather than pushing him away. His big chest pressing against her small boobs – the touch of hair on flesh always a turn-on for our guests.
Her continues to lean into her but his pummelling action slows… She’s still holding him close, her arms around his shoulders, her legs around her hindquarters – one hand stroking down his back to his rear, pulling him in closer. A look of painful delight on her face…
We cut to another close-up of the danger area – cock barely moving, filling her arse…
And then she’s making some real noise… And it doesn’t sound happy at all… “AAAhhhggghhhhh fuck!” She moans, before shouting, “FUCK!”
Her expression changes completely – shock giving way to anger mixed with pain. “Oh fucking… My FUCK! Owwwww… FUCK!”
We cut back to the lower angle, checking to see what’s going on… We can see the base of his cock-shaft disappearing between her bum-cheeks.
“Is he knotting in your arsehole?” Asks Charley, checking for the obvious.
“AaaarrrGGGHHHHH! AAAHHHHHH!” Calls Tara, holding on tighter to the dog’s powerful body, her arms around him, holding him close to her flesh – trying to keep him as close and as still as possible.
Charley looks into camera, and we follow her as she talks, dropping down onto the floor to try and get a better view of the point of entry. “Randall has knotted in Tara’s bottom…” Charley raises his tail, lets our camera move in extra close – looking up to see Tara’s wet pussy, showing that the cock is still in the arse, but everything is more spread apart now. Arse-cheeks wider, something big clearly inside the little Scots whore. “Looks like a tight fit!” Jokes Charley…
“OOOHHHHHHHH FFUUCCKK!” Moans Tara.
And then we pull back a little to watch as Randall stands over her, almost hanging out of her arse, his hind-paws barely on the floor. Relaxing a little, letting her take the strain of holding him in place. Her balls hanging down and throbbing. Emptying his load deep into her arse.
“AAAHHHHHHH!” She cries.
The expression on her face is not one of a woman having fun. Gritting her teeth, straining her jaws. Eyes watering, crying even… “FUCK… SHIT!” She cries. “I can’t take it… OOOOWWWWWWWW!”
“We warned you about the knot…” Says Charley, trying to hide a wicked smile but almost singing her comment.
“Git it oot!” Snarls Tara, looking up at us to Charley behind the camera.
“We can’t… Once he’s knotted in you, your stuck for the duration…” Says Charley.
“Actually…” Interrupts Thomas in his chirpy way, “… Do you want to learn a new trick?”
The next sequence is shown almost as a “how-to” guide, with Charley following Thomas’s instructions (Thomas never actually appears on camera).
Tara is still in the foreground, eye make-up beginning to run from the tears, with Randall embedded painfully in her arsehole, but now Thomas is crouching behind them, holding a large jug of water that’s chinking with ice-cubes. Her pours the freezing contents carefully – under the dog’s belly, into the gap between him and his bitch – the cold water running over her pussy, onto and around the base of Randall’s cock.
Tara reacts to the cold water almost as loud as she’s been reacting to the knot… “OOhhhhh JJJeeeezzzz, that’s cold!!”
Randall reacts by pulling away, but due to the knot he’s not able to pull free, so he ends up turning off his little Scots bitch and turning arse-to-pussy, his knot still buried in her, his hindlegs raises a little in the air. Looking around, panting.
Thomas keeps on pouring the contents of the jug into the gap between the dog’s arse and Tara crotch – the cold fluid trickling down and slowly acting to calm the dog’s erection – huge knot first… Tara begins to relax, still looking strained, but no longer in agony… “OOoaaaahhh” She moans.
More cold water… And her breathing begins to ease…
More cold water… And Randall is finally able to pull away from her… His knot stretching her hole all the way open as it pulls through – but at least the anal torture is over.
Tara reaches down under her butt, pressing her fingers against her hole, almost as if she is expecting a prolapse, then rubbing it gently as if soothing it. She looks up into camera, the pain still visible on her face, and says, through the tears, “I luv pain!”
The line completely contradicts what we’ve just seen – all the complaining, gasping, yelping, and moaning – the contorted facial expressions and the exertion… But she seems to mean it. “It makes me feel alive…”
Still exhausted from it all, she slips off the edge of the bed and down onto the floor, sitting on the carpet with her back up against the bedframe.
She looks up at Charley, “How big was that?” she pants, still out of breath.
Charley holds out her fingers, about six inches apart. “About six inches, then the knot, which is maybe, like, tennis ball sized…”
Tara shakes her head and blows out her cheeks again, wiping tears away and smearing her make-up with one hand, still sitting on the other. “It felt much bigger… I used to take a fist up there… I must be gettin’ old!” She smiles another face brightening smile.
“Do you want some more?” Asks Charley, expecting a ‘no’.
Tara’s face contorts a little into an almost evil grin. “I still wannae suck that doggy cock… Aye!”
“Well come on then…” Calls Charley. “No time like the present…”
Tara’s evil grin softens to a happy smile again, and she summons up all of her energy as she rolls over from sitting on her tender bottom, to being on her hands and knees – and sets off after the dog, crawling over the set to where he is standing, looking back over his shoulder at her – that big ugly cock hanging down, still hard and heavy under his belly.
She crawls up next to him and takes hold of his cock – he barely reacts, completely used to being fondled by random sluts. Gives it a little wiggle, making sure it’s still nice and hard – then rolls over onto her back and shuffles up underneath his belly.
He tries to step away and over her, but she catches a leg in one hand and makes sure he can’t leave as she lines her mouth up with his cock, and lets a couple of little jets of his cum squirt down onto her face. The first makes her jump a little, the second makes her smile… Then she opens her mouth and holds the cock infront of it…
Another jet of watery doggy spunk shoots into her mouth, making her cough as it hits the back of her throat.
And then she has the cock in her mouth, sucking on the last couple of inches of it… Working the tip with thin lips. Her eyes closing again as she savours the feelings, tastes and thought of what she’s doing.
She sucks on the tip, never taking it too far into her mouth – just sucking, slurping and swallowing over and over. Milking the meat into her mouth. Not looking like she’s exactly actually it that much. Occasionally looking up to one side of the dog, then down to the other, to see if our cameras are picking everything up. Smiling a little around her cock when she notes she’s in close-up.
We cut to a wider shot to watch the two of them – skinny little Scottish whore on her back on the floor, small tits disappearing against her rib-cage, ribs sticking out and she sucks in air as well as dog-cock, skinny legs bent up, feet on the carpet… Dog standing over her, hiding her head. Him looking pretty happy to be where he is – perhaps a little confused. Her hands – one holding the base of his cock, the other reaching up to stroke his side and rub his chest.
She takes the cock out of her mouth and speaks to camera. “This is fucking disgusting, mind you…” Then immediately goes back to sucking for a few more seconds before pulling the tool out again. “I should have ma’ heed looked at!”
Then she’s back to sucking just the tip of the beast’s member. Running her lips over it, kissing then sucking it, taking the tip inside, sucking a couple of inches in… Sucking, the swallowing, and once again, looking a little ill.
Finally, after a few good minutes of graphic, close-up, dog-cock sucking action – she lets the cock slip out of her mouth, and allows the dog to stagger away from her again. This time she stays flat on her back, catching her breath – pale skin and ribs heaving, her make-up a mess even before she let the dog shoot on her face and started sucking on his cock.
We move into close-up and she smiles as we fade-out.
Fade in on Tara a little later. She back perched on edge of the bed. Showered and wearing a towel around her shoulders that hangs down over her small boobs, down to her little thighs. It’s a regular bath towel, but on her it looks like a beach towel.
Charley moves in for the regular post-fuck interview, standing just off camera.
“There was a scary moment there…” Says Charley.
“Yeah” Replies Tara. “That was painful… I thought he was gonna split my arse open… I like a bit o’ pain, but that was just a wee bit much.”
“I bet you wish you had gone for a regular fuck now, rather than taking it up the arse!” Jokes Charley.
Tara’s face locks in a stern ‘fuck you’ look. “No… That’s what I wanted to do, and I did it… I wanted to be a filthy whore, and I was. I wouldnae change anythin’!”
“Do you think this will change the way you live your life?”
Tara thinks for a moment. “Well, I don’t know how much life I’ve got left to live… A few months maybe… But I’m gonnae enjoy them… So if I can get more dogs, I’ll do more dogs… I felt alive there – ‘specially wi’ his cock in my mouth… I felt like a woman.” She relaxes a little and smiles again, this little bird looking out from under a wet mop of hair and this big towel.
“Well, it was certainly spectacular to see that anal knotting… And we’re glad to hear that you enjoyed it… Perhaps we can get you back some time to try a bigger dog?” Charley raises an eyebrow for a question mark.
Tara looks sideways at her. “I haven’t got long left to live – but I’m no suicidal!” She laughs a ragged little laugh and we fade out for another week.
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