Fade in – we’re in a small lock-up garage – small and cramped, concrete floor, shelves and a workbench covered in motor-mechanics tools and parts. We’re not looking at any of that though – because between them and the camera, there is a woman bending backwards over an old motorcycle wearing nothing but a very brief bikini and a pair of high-heels.
She’s slim and healthy – strong limbs, flat belly, obviously fake boobs, with tanned flesh (and no tan-lines), and covered with a mass of tattoos… Her loose blonde hair hangs down over her shoulders, parted to one side to highlight the dark roots – we suspect a style choice rather than a result of the lock-in.
Those boobs are really obviously fake – cheap bolt-ons, big scars on he underside from slicing her chest open and stuffing the saline bags inside. The scars have caused a slight twist to the boobs, the bottom half pulling slightly inward toward her sternum… Not pretty, but filthy sexy!
But the fake tits are the biggest let-down about her… That’s her face… She’s not ugly, but she’s remarkably plain. An anonymous face you’d struggle to remember – thin lips, a pointy noise, dark eyes and a large forehead, with very smooth skin stretched over it. All the slutty make-up in the world can’t hide that she has a very forgettable face.
We hear her talking in voice-over as she poses – a strong Scottish accent, perhaps a little harsh.
“My name is Isla McNamee… I’m 34, and I’m from Glasgow in Scotland.”
She stands and poses infront of the bike, then turns around to bend over it and present her narrow and firm behind to the camera…
“In my dreams, I’ve got like – two fantasies… I always wanted to be a model…”
She switches position as her voice-over continues, standing up and posing beside the bike, one hand on the throttle as if she’s holding something phallic… “I’ve posed for some magazines… I love bein’ in them… Knowing that men are looking at me… I’ve always been a bit of a show-off… That’s what all the ink is about… Giving men something to look at…”
We cut to a fast series of covers of a number of cheap and tacky looking magazines – tattoo magazines, motorcycle magazines, amateur photography magazines, reader’s wives style top shelf magazines… Each of them with Isla’s picture, showing off her fake cleavage, her tattoos – with her legs apart. In the last image, from inside the top shelf magazine – we get the kind of view that would make her gynaecologist blush.
We get close ups of those tattoos as she poses and as we see stills from the various magazine layouts – both of her arms sleeved with snakes and dragons, meshed roses growing up the side of one thigh, a snake wraps itself around an ornate crucifix on her other, her belly appears to be a phoenix rising up from her pussy rather than from flames, her back is covered with a large pair of angels wings, the traditional tramp-stamp at the base of her narrow back, and on her backside, a perfectly rendered pair of lips… It’s all extremely high-quality art – no colour bleed, all sharp lines.
She continues narrating, “I work in a tattoo parlour down in the city, but with everything that’s going on at the moment – We can’t even open the doors… So I’m just spendin’ all my time at home, workin’ on ideas for the future…”
Then we’re watching her drawing – sitting forward over a coffee table, her loose t-shirt hanging down, big sleeves loose – we can see the side of her boob through the arm-wholes. We’ve just seen her modelling in the skimpiest of bikinis, and we’ve seen her pussy spread open, but this side-boob is all half our audience will be looking at right now… Most will barely notice how fine her art-work is until we cut to the close-up…
We’re looking at the image of a woman on her hands and knees, with a mean looking, large toothed, Doberman on her back – her arse turned at an angle toward us, showing off the dog’s cock in her pussy, his knot stretching out her cunt, she’s looking back over her shoulder and winking at us. The drawing is stylised, like the pin-ups on the side of aircraft in World War II.
“My other fantasy… Is dogs… I’ve always drawn pictures of women with dogs… Even when I was a wee girl… Just silly cartoons – but the idea was always there. I used to like to show the pictures to my friends, like a joke – they never knew how much I loved the idea – they thought it was a joke, but I loved the comments they would make. The compliments… I never thought I’d actually do it myself… I’ve had chances before – had boyfriends wi’ dogs… But they never asked, or I didn’t want to say anythin’ and risk losin’ ‘em if they didn’t approve… So I never acted on my fantasies…”
Now she’s back in that bikini, sitting astride the bike, smooth thighs spread wide around the fat gas-tank… Looking right into the camera. “But now I’m single… And I’m bored… And you’re here… With your cameras… And him…”
We pan down to look at a yellow Labrador – sitting on the floor of the garage, looking back up at us, dopey smile, tongue hanging out.
We hear the familiar voice of our hostess, Charley, and realise that she has been filming this ‘modelling’ session. “And what does that all mean?”
Isla looks back at us and manages a smile, “My name is Isla McNamee, and I’m a dirty Scottish whore, who wants to get fucked by a dog on the tele!”
She pauses for a moment, then Charley asks her, “Is it the dog, or the cameras that turn you on the most..?”
Isla thinks for a second, then reaches up over her boobs, index finger hooking into the bikini string and pulling the cups of her top down and to the sides of her round tits, showing them off. She smiles extra wide, “I love to show off…”
We cut right to the image of Isla on her knees on the concrete floor, kneeling straight up from the knees, through her hips, up her back – making sure she keeps her shoulders back, her fake tits out and her belly in. Posing. Everything is about making her look her best. “I can’t wait for this to be on the tele… For everyone to see…” She says as she raises her hands above her head, fingers running through her hair. Pouting. The raised arms make her boobs sit higher and wider apart – looking faker than ever, but still very attractive.
She gets a thumbs up from Charley, and smiles, settling down onto her heels – her firm arse resting between them as she reaches out with one hand to the side to stroke Thor’s back, and continues running the other through her long hair – fingers sliding through it and then letting it fall over her shoulder again – looking up at the camera the whole time – giving us that dumb blonde-girl pout again.
Charley calls from behind the camera, “Okay Isla, you’re looking very good… But are you ready to look very bad?”
Isla cracks a little self-satisfied smile, but tries to stay sexy. “I can do this and still look good… Trust me…”
“Oh, I think we’re all going to enjoy watching you prove that…” Comments Charley.
Isla smiles – she’s such an exhibitionist, the idea of everyone watching this appears to really get to her – the cameras seem to be making her wetter than the presence of the dog!
We cut to a few moments later, with Isla still on the floor, hands and knees well spread – a strangely wide stance we’ve barely seen on the show before today. Knees spread so wide her pussy is only a few inches off the floor, hands wide and elbows bent so that she’s almost doing a push-up. Her fake bolt-on tits almost reaching down to the floor. Head up and back, peroxide blonde hair all flicked to the side – away from the camera – exposing those dark roots again.
Thor is staggering around behind her, sniffing the floor as much as he’s sniffing her… Seeming about as interested in the oil smells as he is in her pussy smells.
Isla turns to catch little glimpses of him, but mainly concentrates on maintaining the best angle for our cameras.
As usual for this series – Charley has got one high quality camera on a tripod, and a second hand-held GoPro. She’s not wearing his spectacles today, so the point-of-view camera is off. We switch between the two cameras as Charley walks around her guest, getting different angles of Isla’s hot body with the dog sniffing around behind her. Normally we’d focus more on the dog – but with the tone and shape of her, Isla is hard to ignore.
Then Thor decides it’s time for him to take centre stage… Moving forward and almost pushing up over her firm buttocks, onto the base of her back, and slipping his front paws around her hips and jamming his crotch in between her thighs.
He’s pumping a little high over her pussy, his cock poking out and rubbing against the top of her arse… So she angles backward, keeping her shoulders low, rocking her arse back and bending at the knees to raise her backside up to his belly – taking a little of his weight – and lining his cock up with her pussy…
“There ya go…” She says over her shoulder to the beast. “Go on and fuck me now…” She turns toward Charley, looking right into the camera and snarls, “Ya wanna see the beasty fuck the whore?” What she’s really snarling is ‘look at me, look at me!’ to all our viewers at home.
She takes her weight off one hand and drops that side onto her shoulder, bringing her arm down to her side, then her hand under her body and between her thighs – ready to catch/guide the dog’s cock into her pussy if he can get it close enough…
He continues to thrust at her, trying to lower his rear end as she angles hers up toward him… Getting closer…
We cut to the hand-held camera to see his cock – poking out and beginning to grow larger, already big and hard enough to be ‘useful’, stabbing at her rear end – and her fingers stretching to make contact from below…
Then, as soon as he gets his angle right, edging his cock close-enough, she is able to catch it and steer it immediately to her pussy lips… Pushing herself back just a little more and slipping the hard tip of his cock between them… As he slips inside her we hear Isla moaning, “Oh fuck yeah… Fuck that pussy..!” Making sure she says it loud enough for our microphones to pick up.
We cut back to the wide angle in time to see Thor hit his rhythm and get his speed going… His golden body rippling and blurring as he builds up a real head of steam… Isla underneath him, taking the weight of his thrusting against the front of her shoulder and one hand, her face twisting, bottom lip between her teeth and then bursting out as she squeals, “FFFFfffffucck!” in response to the fucking – her mouth twisting into a maniacal grin.
Charley moves in for a close-up of that demented looking face – the eyes showing the strain, the mouth showing the joy… Her breathing hard and ragged… As soon as Isla registers that the camera is on her, she looks right back into it, mouthing ‘fuck me doggy’ with all the intensity she can manage. Licking her lips and making them glisten.
Back in the wide shot, we can see Charley on her knees infront of the Scottish slut – but we’re too busy watching the big Labrador gripping her waste with his legs, his paws pushing down against the front of her thighs as he bends his back and pounds into her – forcing her to swear louder and longer… “Ffffuuurrrkeen hell… Ohhh… Heee’s ffuuurrkkin amazin’” She gasps, “Oooohh Godd!”
As our guest is pounded we see Charley shuffle around from infront of her to behind, making sure she never obstructs our view of the bestial action – and when she’s behind Isla, leaning forward to hold her GoPro under the dog’s rear end, we cut to…
The GoPro image – looking up at the shiny wet blur of canine-cock slipping and sliding in and out of that tight pussy at high-speed. The lips being battered and twisted, parted wider, mashed up against her body. “OOhhh fffuuurrkkk!” and “OOohhh ssshiiittte!”
We stay in the low close-up for much longer than usual – maybe because the jackhammering action is so hard and fast, maybe because Charley got a really clear view, or maybe because Isla’s pussy is particularly well put together… The sound of the Scottish girl’s dirty talking always present, “Fuck my cunt… Oh yeah… Fuck it hard… Oh God… FUCK ME!” Rising in tone as she approaches the peak of her pleasure…
And then, as suddenly as it started, he’s all the way into her, and he’s no longer thrusting… And Isla’s stream of profanity has turned into a simple, long and loud, “AAArrrrggghhhhh! OOooohhh Aarrrggghhh… Aarrrrrgghhhh… Fucckkk! Arrrggghhhh…” – as she experiences the joy of knotting for the first time. That big ball of muscle filling her out, stretching everything down there, and tipping her over the top into a bone-shaking orgasm…
We cut to a wide shot to see her shaking and bucking, her mouth open, forgetting for a second to play to the camera, lost in the moment of extreme pleasure… Arching her arse upward and her belly to the concrete floor… Squealing rather than moaning… “YYeeeesssssss!” before settling down to a low moan again, “Aaahhhhhh”…
We cut back to the GoPro shot of her pussy – and it still looks good – coping well with the size of the knot, showing some of it off, but managing to close around it’s circumference… Then we pull back a little so we can see his arse and balls are throbbing, with Isla’s “Aaahhhh… Fuuuuccckkk… Aaaaahhhhhh… Ffuuuuucccckkk!” gasps matching perfectly to the dog’s motions.
After almost a minute of this, our guest manages to get back to her dirty talk, that Glaswegian accent strong, “Cum in mah belly…” She gasp/moans. “Shoot your doggy seed right in my cunt…”
We cut back to the wide-angle to watch the big dog resting on the woman’s back, his head on its against her flesh, an exhausted look on his face.
Isla is struggling a little to hold her position – and to be fair, with her arse stuck up in the air, and most of the dog’s weight resting on one of her shoulders, it’s understandable that she’d be struggling… But she’s into it – she wants to do it, and to look good doing it… So she struggles on…
They both hold position as Charley moves around them, looking for new and interesting angles, with Isla once again taking the opportunity to pose for the camera – her face twisting into ‘model’ looks direct into the lens, ‘shock’, ‘pout’, ‘dirty slut’ – and then, without warning, whilst our ‘model’ is trying to look her sexiest, Thor shifts off to the side and pulls this tattooed bitch with him as he moves.
She gasps as she is forced to shuffle to stay with him, pulled by the knot – and then, as she twists over slightly to one side, swears again, this time almost loud enough to disturb the neighbours – as the knot pulls loose.
Thor immediately staggers a few steps away and stands looking back at our guest as if he has no idea who she is or memory of what they have just done together.
We cut back to Charley’s camera to see the withdrawal from the other angle – in slow-motion… We can’t see much of the business end, but we do catch the expression of Isla’s face as he bursts free of her… Eyes widening, mouth opening – more delighted than hurt… And then back into full speed, watching as the gasp/shock changes straight into a dirty smile again. “OOooohhh yyeeeaaahhhh!” She roars.
Isla rolls over toward the beast, onto her back, and up next to him, reaching up to grab his still impressive erection, and pulling him toward her – only casting the briefest glance toward the camera to make sure this is all being caught. She raises her head toward the cock, licking her lips as she moves.
“I wannae suck your fucking, filthy, hard dog cock until yeee spunk in ma mouth…” She says, stating the obvious considering her position and apparent lustful hunger… And then the cock is in her mouth, not just the tip – but the whole shaft, her thin lips sliding right up to his knot as she virtually swallows his entire cock. Lips wrapping around the shaft, cheeks sucked in, eyes briefly closing as she takes in what she’s doing – and then opening to flick back to the camera, the corners of her mouth turning up around the canine cock as she sees again that the camera is still on her, and up close. She lets out a moan to confirm she’s enjoying having this dog’s cock in her mouth… Not that there is much doubt.
She’s swallowing as she holds the cock in her mouth, it’s difficult to swallow with something this far into your mouth, and it shows, but she forces it down anyway – the alternative being drowning in dog spunk! Then breathing hard and noisy through her nose.
Holding the cock below the knot with one hand to keep it steady, as she lovingly works the shaft with her mouth. Sucking on it – moving her head back and forth on it, only a couple of inches at the bottom of the cock going in and out of her mouth, the bulk of it staying deep in the back of her mouth.
Her other hand is cupping and squeezing one of her fake tits, both of which are sitting on her chest as she lays on her back, stretching up to suck on the cock… Fingers working the nipple, pinching and pulling on it. Raising her head up under his belly, sucking that cock in, letting it out – still struggling to swallow every few strokes… And then, after a couple of minutes of loving, lusty, slow cock sucking – she lets her head drop back down to the floor, allowing the ugly pink/purple tool to slip out of her mouth… It hangs over her face as she lays back and catches her breath – her mouth still open, teeth exposed, as the cock continues to drip and squirt occasional shots of cum onto her face…
She looks up into the camera again and makes a big deal of moving her head around, trying to catch shots in her mouth, sticking her tongue out and smiling that thin-lipped smile again… Showing off her hunger for dogspunk to the camera – trying to play dirty, but smiling too much because of all the fun she’s having.
She gives one final address to the camera. “Lovely, lovely, dog-spunk… I love it… Mmmmmm… Moooooorre…” She opens her mouth again and angles the tip of the cock toward it, letting another shot of jism squirt through her lips… Then smiling again, and we fade to black.
We fade back in on the wide-angle shot, and find a very different Isla McNamee… Looser, happier, not “on” and working the camera. Post-fuck joy. She’s standing across from Charley, who’s GoPro is pointing toward the floor… Isla is still naked, with streaks of sweat and dog cum over her face and chest, pointing to an un-tattooed space at the top of her thighs, right where Thor’s paws were pressing during the fuck…
“I’m going to put his paw prints right here – I’ll do them myself… A reminder of how bloody amazin’ he was…” She says, speaking to Charley rather than the fixed camera she’s forgotten is still running.
“A good memory, or the start of something new?” Checks Charley.
“Oh fuck, yeah, the start of something new… I don’t need a man in my life if I can get one of these doggies… Just come home from work and let him fuck me any time I get horny… Fuuuuccckkk, that would be amazin’…”
“What did you enjoy the most?” Charley asks.
Isla thinks for a moment. “I loved sucking on his cock… But I think the knot… Hurt like fuck, but like nothin’ I’ve ever felt before… Painfully good… Too big, but just right, you know what I mean?”
Charley nods, “Oh yeah, I know what you mean alright!”
Isla reaches up from her tattoo-less thighs to her ugly fake boobs, and cups them in one hand each, stepping toward Charley a little… But Charley steps back. “Social distancing is still in effect, my dear!” She says, wagging a finger and smiling. “We’re very responsible here in the United Kingdom of Zoo…” She pauses, pointing a small remote control over toward us (and our main camera). “But, er… All that spunk on your face does look very inviting…”
She begins to step back toward Isla, moving in for what looks like another of her post-dog-fuck lesbian encounters, but presses the ‘off’ button the remote before the two women make contact, leaving the rest up to our imaginations.
And we’re done for another week.
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