We open with our familiar high image of the United Kingdom – from high up in orbit… The whole country in one shot. Then our very cartoonish, top heavy and slutty caricature of Charley appears 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…” Then she waves for us to follow her, turns and skydives toward the country below at super-sonic speed.
We follow her, often getting looks right up her skirt, as she drops from a low-Earth orbit toward the middle of the country, heading towards a large city, falling all the way to ground level in a built up area of low-rise office blocks, in just a few seconds.
When we hit ground level we immediately switch to live-action and move through the crowded street toward one of the office blocks. As we move our cartoon host appears to be pushing through the crowds, but they are clearly avoiding the camera rather than this non-existent host.
We break through the pedestrians and an out of breath cartoon Charley, with her hair out of place, comes to a halt next to a nicely dressed, respectable, middle-aged woman who has been waiting for us.
She’s pleasant without being a beauty queen (perhaps in her youth) with long curly dirty blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. She has a smile that suggests she buries a large part of her personality when she’s out in public, and we’re about to find out more about that, obviously…
The cartoon figure says, “Hello there, what’s your name..?” Then smiles and nods as the lady introduces herself. Speaking with a slight black-country accent, but with a well-educated, respectable tone, “Hello, my name is Alison Latham, and I’m 47 years old… Er…. From Wolverhampton… And… I’m very very bored…. And very, very horny…”
We cut to a montage of her inside that tower block, visiting her husband’s office at a law firm; joking with his secretary and talking to one of his business partners. This is intercut with footage of her being interviewed at home in close-up, and occasional photographs of her family, etc.
She monologues her story over the top of these clips.
“I’m married to Marcus… He’s a solicitor. He’s actually senior partner in a law firm here in Wolverhampton. Doing very well for himself. He’s a good father – we’ve got two children, one of each… And he’s… Well, he’s probably what you would call a good husband. He’s never bossed me around, he’s always supportive, he lets me lead my life…”
“I’ve had affairs, I’ve not been overly discreet about them, and he knows about it… He keeps forgiving me – saying that as long as I’m there for him, he can stand the occasional aberration.”
“The thing is… I know he loves me, but I can’t stop thinking that he just finds me convenient. I’m always there. I’ll always be there. I look after the house and the kids… I can host a good party… Entertain clients… Sometimes I feel like I’m a glorified member of staff, rather than a wife… Like he loves me, but he doesn’t really care about me as a woman, only as a housewife… I want to do something to shake him up… To make him angry… I want him to call me names and shout at me – because then I’d know he really cares.”
“I think that if I have sex with a dog – he’ll HAVE to address it. If I do it on your show, on television, and everyone sees it… He can’t just blow that off and forgive me. He has to say something… And then I’ll find out if he really loves me, or if I’m too embarrassing.”
Off camera, someone asks her if she is actually turned on by dogs… “I like dogs… Love dogs… I don’t really think about them as sexual beings, but I’ve seen your show, and there’s something about it. It’s so very very dirty… Even the women who want to do it, and have fun doing it… You can sense their humiliation when they do it… And I want that. I want to be humiliated, because then maybe he’ll be humiliated too…”
She smiles nervously and weakly into camera, and then we cut to our studios in Manchester.
The corner of our set is made up to look a bedroom – double bed with a large wooden headboard. White sheets spread neatly over the mattress, neat red blankets over the sheets. Everything tucked in perfectly.
There are filming lights already set up around the bed, microphones, lights, etc. A lighting tech is just finishing up. The only thing that’s missing is a woman on the bed, and a dog to fuck her.
We cut to the street outside and watch as a taxi pulls up outside the studio – there’s a pause – then the cab rolls forward and pulls into the car park and comes to a halt in the newly designated guest parking spot.
Alison climbs out of the rear of the cab. She’s looking neat and tidy with a tight white blouse and a neat knee length skirt – both of which she straightens out.
Right after she gets out, the driver’s side door opens, and the driver emerges. He’s a middle-aged turban wearing Indian guy with a hefty beer belly. Alison walks toward the building and the driver follows, pausing to lock his taxi with the keyring remote.
Inside our building, Alison walks along the corridor from front office to studio, taxi driver following just behind – past pictures on the wall representing many of our previous guests, and our host Charley… And at the end of the corridor, she comes face to face with Charley in the flesh.
“Hi there, I’m Charley Ozvik – and you must be… Alison?” She says with a smile as she greets Alison with a polite little hug and air kisses on both cheeks. She completely ignores the taxi driver.
“I hear you are here to be humiliated…” She says, and Alison nods.
“Yes… And to have a little fun if I can… But mainly I just want to show my husband – and the world, that I’m a dirty dirty slut… That’s why I’ve brought Abdul here…”
The taxi driver tries to correct her, saying, “Akal”, but neither Alison or Charley cares.
“Well,” Says Charley, “I don’t know about humiliation… For me there’s nothing but joy through this door – but perhaps if you enjoy it enough, it’s be enough to humiliate your husband into the reaction you’re seeking…”
Alison nods and smiles hopefully. “Yes… I think that would be perfect…”
Charley steps out of the way, opening the door as she does. “Please, be our guest, step into the United Kingdom of Zoo…”
Alison smiles and steps through the door.
We cut to a shot of Alison standing infront of the bed on the set. She smiling as she unbuttons the front of her blouse to reveal a white bra within – a good serving of cleavage exposed. It looks like a nice firm pair, but we’ll have to wait for the bra to come off to find out how they really look.
“Are you excited?” Charley asks from off camera.
Alison moves onto her skirt, unzipping it at the side as she considers her answer. “Erm, yes… I think I am.” She continues as she slips the skirt down her smooth thighs and off. “I was looking forward to coming here for a number of reasons – but the closer I’ve got to this… Right now… The more I’ve started getting excited about actually doing this…”
“Having sex with a dog?” Confirms Charley.
Alison straightens up, white panties, white bra and a cheeky smile. “Yeah, that.”
She looks good – she looks almost 50, but she looks good.
Without any fanfare she unhooks her bra and slips it off, freeing those boobs. They sag a little, but not much. A full C-cup. Perhaps a little too full – good plastic surgery? We don’t ask and she doesn’t tell. Our fans will debate it online for months.
“Make love, or fuck?” Charley asks.
Alison barely even pauses, “Fuck. Definitely fuck.” She confirms. Then again, “I want to be fucked by a dog. Hard.” She takes a big breath and then she slips her panties down and off, showing off her clean shaven pussy.
We make her wait for a few seconds, naked on camera, alone, four cameras pointed at her… Then – the familiar cranking sound of the set door winding open, and we cut to see…
Two familiar figures – a woman dressed in a tight and short red dress, Carol, and a big black long-haired German Shepherd, Rebel. Carol offers a proud smile as she leads the large beast onto the set – and he walks obediently by her side. As soon as he sees Alison he starts to wag his tail wildly and pulls against his mistress… Heaving her along with him. “Calm down ya daft bugger!” She orders him, ineffectively.
We cut to a few moments later, with Alison now sitting on the edge of the bed and Rebel standing infront of her, straining against his lead. She runs her fingertips from her knees along her thighs up to her groin, then up over her belly to her boobs – around and under them… Then to her nipples, which she plays with gently. She looks up at the camera, then back down at the dog.
“This is a very erotic moment in a woman’s life…” She says, looking at the dog but talking to us. “The first time you look at a new partner… The moment you decide to give yourself to him…” She smiles. “It doesn’t make much of a difference whether it’s a random bloke, or a big fucking dog!”
Carol moves forward, letting Rebel move close enough for Alison to stroke, rub and generally gently fuss over his big head and strong neck. Very careful, full of anticipation. “He’s actually very gentle.” She says, looking up at Carol, a little smile.
Carol confirms that he can be very gentle, but also, “When he’s in the mood – he’s as rough as they get…” She smiles, a twisted little smile. “I think it’s fair to say that he gives a girl the kind of treatment she deserves!”
Alison leans back on the bed, and spreads her legs. “Come on then… Give me what I deserve… Let’s see if you like pussy…”
Rebel steps forward and shows that he certainly loves the taste of it. Slopping his big tongue over her cunt. “Oooohhhhhh, that’s… Mmmnnnnnn.” She moans. Running her fingers up and down her body, over her boobs and belly.
She looks very relaxed, very comfortable. Getting as comfortable as possible, letting the hairy beast lick her flesh. He doesn’t limit himself to her pussy – slopping over her thighs, digging his nose under her arse, licking the folds where bum meets thigh, or where thigh meets groin, as much as he licks at her pussy lips.
He doesn’t lick for long though – Carol snaps his lead back and makes him back away… Then bends forward and unhooks him, freeing him to charge forward and jump up onto the bed beside Alison, making her instinctively roll away from him to be safe from his big paws.
She quickly rolls back toward him, steadying him with one hand on his collar and reaching under his belly with the other. Flashing a quick smile to camera, then focussing on the dog again. Her hand under his sheath, cupping it, playing with it. Feeling the hardening shaft within the furry pouch.
We cut briefly to the taxi driver, not sure whether to believe his luck, turning away from the action then back to face it, a big smile on his face.
Alison looks up at us as she continues to play with the dark-haired dog’s shaft. “It’s so big! Is this going to get much bigger? It’s scary and exciting at the same time!!” She half laughs.
“You better believe it.” States Carol, watching on as this new slut fondles her dog.
Alison adjusts her position on the bed, from kneeling over him and reaching under his chest, to laying on her back beside him, angling her upper body under him, looking up at his sheath as she fondles it – drawing it back to show off the purplish tip of his cock inside.
“Oh, you see this on the tv screen and it never looks this exciting… I’m… My heart is beating so fast, and I haven’t even started yet…” She says, providing a commentary for everyone at home. “I can’t wait to feel this in me, to taste it…” She realises what she’s said, and where she is – her mouth just inches from a semi-erect dog penis…
“Get your mouth on that cock before I take it away from you…” Orders Carol. “Be the kind of slut you want your husband to see!”
Alison smiles in response, then parts her lips and brings her mouth up to the tip of his cock – her tongue out, flicking over the tip, and she’s breathing hard… Excited… Then she’s running her tongue along his shaft. Pausing. “He’s very hot… I mean, it’s warm… And so bloody hard. It’s like a bit a metal!” Then she goes back to licking up and down the shaft. Pausing to kiss it. Working back up the shaft to the tip – and finally, after a long tease, slipping the end of the cock into her mouth.
Another brief shot of that taxi driver, watching from the side of the set. Clearly amazed by the sight of this apparently respectable woman sucking on the dog.
Back to Alison in close-up – she looks very relaxed for a woman with a dog’s cock in her mouth for the first time – one hand around the shaft, the other buried deep into the dog’s black fur on his side. Cool and calm until she notices she’s on camera, and smiles around that big fat shaft. “Mmmmmmm”, she hums around the cock, indicating her enjoyment, but also giving the dog an extra ‘interesting’ sensation.
Now she decides to give it a little extra energy, for the close-up camera, sucking hard and pushing her mouth up and down his shaft. Only pausing to let some more cum dribble out of her mouth, trying to hold it, but letting it spill over her lip slowly… Then once her chin is shiny from the stuff, she’s back into sucking.
She pulls it out of her mouth and licks her lips. Looks around at the camera, still holding it infront of her face, and says, “I can’t believe I just sucked a dog’s cock…” She leans forward and sucks on the tip against for a few seconds, then pulls away and looks up at the camera again, “And I enjoyed it!”
We cut to a close-up of Rebel’s cock, hanging down, fat and hard – still wet from Alison’s mouth. Throbbing. Alison’s voice loud and clear over this image – “And now to get this beautiful thing inside me…”
We cut back to a wide-shot – seeing Alison sitting on the bed, knees up and legs crossed, a few feet away from Rebel, watching him as he twists around trying to get his head under his belly to lick his own cock. Once again, she runs her fingertips up and down her body, around her boobs, as she watches the dog and thinks about having him fuck her. Looking over at the camera to confirm that, “I can’t wait to be fucked by this thing!”
The taxi driver is still watching, his expression suggesting that he’s not sure this is real. In the foreground we watch Alison repositioning herself onto her hands and knees. Spreading her knees, making sure she’s wide open and available.
Carol calls to Rebel, letting him know it’s time to go to work, and the dog turns and heads back toward Alison – there’s a pep in his step that shows he’s keen to add another woman to his list of conquests.
Alison braces herself against her elbows, an expectant smile on her face as moves behind her, sniffing at her pussy again, making the first moves toward mounting her, his front paw scratching at her hip and thigh. Clearly looking for the best way to take this bitch. The best angle…
Then, doggy calculations complete, he’s on her – transforming from his cautious, investigative stance, to a hurried, rough grabbing around her body – his dark hairy bulk resting on her hips, his belly on her buttocks… Pumping at her, trying to guide his cock home as soon as possible.
She’s buffeted about as he forces himself on her, but her smile grows. “Come on… Go on, hit it… Hit it…” She whispers, encouraging the beast to keep trying.
Our low angle camera picks up perfect vision of his fat cock stabbing at her pussy – and he doesn’t have to try too hard for too long before it disappears inside her flesh, accompanied by a loud and very surprised moan.
“Oh God yes…” She gasps as the beast begins to fuck her. It’s fast and hard, his dark fur almost a blur as he rams his hindquarters up against her. “Harder… Good boy…”
Rebel doesn’t need any encouragement or tips – he’s fucked plenty of sluts before, and he knows exactly what he’s doing. The speed, the length of his strokes, everything is closet to perfect for satisfying a dirty dogfucker.
To the side we see the taxi driver still watching, not sure whether he’s allowed to unzip his trousers or not. He looks to the side and sees that one of the cameramen has one hand on his camera and the other wrapped around his cock, pumping away quickly. He’s a skilled pro, you’d never guess from his camera-work that he’s wanked off over half the girls he’s ever filmed with a dog… So the taxi driver unzips and pulls out a short but fat looking cock.
Alison continues to gasp and moan the whole time, a smile on her face showing that it’s pleasure, rather than pain, that’s making her moan.
We cut to a low angle to watch as his big cock slips in and out of her pussy, fast and smooth, nice and wet. It’s as if his cock were made for a woman’s pussy. Big enough to fill it, not big enough to hurt it.
Her whole body rocks back and forth under the onslaught, big boobs wobbling under her chest as the dog works his magic. “Oh yes… Yes…”
Rebel is a blur of black fur and energy – his arse pumping toward hers. Every thrust accompanied by another “Yes”… With her tone rising to a squeal as she approaches her orgasm. Her head back, her mouth open, the corners turned up in a little smile of (almost) disbelief.
“Mmmmmm, oh God…” She gasps, stifling a breath. Holding the moment. “Mnnnnn!”
She cumming hard, it’s obvious from the way she is shaking, the way she’s holding her breath…
We cut to a low angle again, looking up between Alison’s shaky thighs to confirm that Rebel’s cock is still jammed deep into her cunt. We can see the base of his knot inside those pussy lips, and taking into account the tone of her moans, we’re guessing that this fist sized lump of gristle is still getting her off.
“Oh shoot it into me…” She exclaims, straining a little as she speaks. Then looking up at the camera to confirm that “I can feel him cumming in my belly!”
We cut to a rear shot to confirm that his balls are pulsing as he shoots all that lovely hot dog spunk into her belly.
In a wider shot we note that he’s just standing over her, his hind paws on the sheets, front paws on either side of her – but no longer gripping her – and he seems as relaxed as she does. They both seem as relaxed and satisfied as each other.
We track around the two of them as they just wait there. Married woman on all fours, hairy dog on married woman. Both of them just catching their breath. Her looking up into camera and managing a tired smile.
We move into an extremely graphic close-up of Alison’s pussy, stretched around the knot… Flesh straining to hold together – leaking a couple of drops of dog spunk that drip from her lips to the bedclothes.
We cut to a close up of Alison’s sweaty face as she whispers to camera, not wanting to disturb the beast, “His cock is SOOOO hot…”
We hold on her face… Mouth opening silently, face twisting up – an unusual and unfamiliar sensation. Pain? Joy? Both…
Then cut to wide shot as watch as the dog pulls back, his cock flopping from her pussy. He skips back on the bed, dancing on the soft surface, and she rolls sideways, closing her thighs together. Rolling onto her back, and then letting her legs open again – feet together, knees wide apart, cunt split open and glistening with pussy juices and dog sperm.
Carol is beside the bed, watching the action close up – and as soon as Alison is on her back, she reaches over and pats her pussy. Alison is a little shocked, but doesn’t complain. Carol continues patting lightly, encouraging Rebel to return.
The big German Shepherd pads back and begins to clean up his bitches’ post-fuck pussy. Licking hard and fast – his big, hot tongue making easy work of her. He sends Alison right back to her orgasmic state as he licks up all of his spunk, cleaning her pussy from top to bottom and deep inside. She is tensing her back, rolling her hips, her hands on her boobs, playing with her hard nipples. Her eyes closed as she savours the moment.
The taxi driver, spurred on by Carol, steps to the edge of the bed just in time to ejaculate a few lines of sticky thick cum over her belly and tits – and Alison barely reacts, she’s so into her own pleasure. Rebel reacts though, leaving her pussy alone to clean up the taxi-driver cum instead.
“So so sorry… I couldn’t help myself.” He apologises.
Alison opens her eyes and looks up, seeing his spent cock and guessing what’s just happened… Moving her hand down to her belly to play with whatever the dog has missed so far, smearing it up onto her tits. “That’s okay…” She sighs. “No problem at all…”
And as Rebel continues to clean cum off her flesh, and she continues to massage it into her flesh, we fade slowly to black.
When we fade back in, Alison is sitting on the edge of the bed, still naked but with a sheet wrapped around her shoulders and shivering a little. She looks quite relaxed, her flesh still glistening from the cum and tongue bath she’s just had.
Carol is sitting on the edge of the bed next to her, with Rebel back on his chain, sitting infront of them on the floor.
Alison monologues, “That was very, very nice… I don’t actually feel at all humiliated… I feel very very good actually. I’d definitely do that again…”
“What do you think your husband will make of it?” Asks Charley from off camera.
“I don’t know. I don’t think he’ll be impressed. I’m not sure how he’ll explain it to his clients.” She thinks for a moment. “I hope he likes it… I didn’t want him to before – but now, well, I think I want a dog. I want to do this at home. Lots…” She smiles. “I didn’t expect to find a new way of life!”
We fade out again on her looking a little dazed.
Then fade back in on the image of a tv screen – low resolution, hand held video – the image of Alison on her hands and knees on a bed, Rebel on her back fucking her like crazy, her gasping and moaning… “Oh yes… Yes…”
The image then rotates away from the tv to Alison’s husband, Marcus, sitting rather awkwardly, watching with a very straight face. Looking dead at the screen, not paying any attention to the camera.
The image rotates further until we are looking at a nervous to the point of laughter Alison sitting at the other end of the couch, waiting for her husband’s reaction.
Then, snatches of conversation, some on camera, some whilst the camera is facing the floor. Marcus’s posh and authoritive voice is on the edge of a bad temper, but never quite clicking over.
“But why would you do that?”
“I’ll never live this down.”
“Have you any idea how this will affect business?”
“Do you really think this was a good idea?”
“I don’t understand why you couldn’t just talk to me…”
“I didn’t know you even liked dogs!”
Finally, camera pointed right at him as he sighs and says, “Well, I suppose there’s only one thing for it…” A long pause, “Either I leave you, or… We get a dog and you do this for me, in the flesh, every time I want to see it… And for my clients too if they want to watch.”
Then we cut to the image of Alison in the bathroom mirror, filming herself, a big smile on her face, celebrating. “I don’t believe this… Better than humiliation… He wants to make me his personal dogwhore… I didn’t set out to be like this… But… Well, it’s fantastic… Thankyou UK of Zoo… You’ve given me so much more than I hoped!” she smiles again, and looking right into camera via the mirror she confirms again that, “I’m going to be a dogwhore!” Arms aloft, “Yay!”
And we fade out again.
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