We fade in on the familiar image of our hostess, Charley, with her tattooed fake cleavage doing it’s best to escape over the top of a strapless red mini-dress, as she drives her BMW along a quiet duel-carriageway. There are more cars around than in previous weeks, but it’s still pretty quiet.
Charley talks over her shoulder as she drives – talking to her passenger rather than to the camera. We switch to a second GoPro camera which is angled toward the back-seat where we can see our star – the big, long-haired golden retriever, Thor, laid out on the seat – riding like a star.
“You okay back there, lover?” She says in her sexy Mancunian accent. “What a lucky boy you are… Eh? Being driven around the country by your dirty slut of an owner, to meet more dirty sluts, so you can get your end away…”
The line is clearly intended for the dog rather than the cameras – a lovely example of the relationship between this dogwhore and her pet.
“I wonder what we’ve got for you today, eh?” She says, checking the mirror to see how her lover is. He continues to lay on his front, his head up, mouth open and tongue hanging out – clearly happy to be talked to, and almost looking like he understands what she’s saying.
“I’ve seen her pictures… I don’t think you’ll be disappointed…” She taunts, and then we cut to…
A young man and a young woman, sitting at either end of a couch. There’s something about their lack of chemistry that tells us right away that they aren’t a couple.
He is a sturdy figure with short dark hair – he’s casually dressed in jeans and t-shirt, and is sitting back, sipping from a can of lager, and looking relaxed, and perhaps a little self-righteous.
She is a little less relaxed, but slim and pretty, and she knows it, with shoulder length blonde hair and dark eyebrows – she’s drinking from a glass of what appears to be peach schnapps and lemonade. She’s wearing a white cable-knit sweater that hugs closely enough to her body to show she’s got a nice figure, blue jeans are tight to her thighs, white socks.
The lighting isn’t great, and Charley is moving around between the camera and our subjects, moving a few lampshades to try and create a better scene.
The guy speaks, apparently small-talk before filming begins for real – his voice deep and with a strong Welsh accent, “You know those people who you say something about the show, and they claim they never watch it, but you know they do… She’s one of them!”
She looks at him like he’s an idiot, then replies – also to camera operator rather than the camera, also with a strong Welsh accent, but louder, as if she’s already had a few drinks – “I never said I didn’t watch it! I said I wasn’t obsessed with it like you are!”
We cut to them introducing themselves direct-to-camera – the lighting is better. Alternate close-ups, The woman leaning back and drinking whenever the man speaks – and on this occasion, it’s the man who does most of the talking, clearly the more interested in the show.
“I’m Mike Harrison, and this is my lovely sister Catheryn, and we’re from Cardiff, in Wales.”
“My name is Catheryn Harrison, I’m 29 years old…” She sighs, “And tonight I’m going to have sex with a bloody dog while my pervy brother watches…”
We cut to another brief aside from the informal, light-check camera test. Mike joking that “I say she’s fucked so many guys, she might as well fuck a dog… She loves the cock…”
Catheryn interrupting, snappy and cross, “You shouldn’t talk about me like that!”
Back to the ‘formal’ interview, Mike explaining, “Why we’re hear today is a bit of a long story, really… You see, my sister, she’s got a problem with men… Everytime she breaks up with a partner, she just keeps on sleeping with them… All of her exes know she’s an easy touch…”
“And you don’t sleep with your exes..?” She asks accusingly.
He waves her comment away, “I don’t have abusive exes…” Then continues, “She split up with her fiancé at Christmas – nasty piece of work, he was – and she moved into my spare room, begged me to let her stay here…”
She leans forward, loudly exclaiming that, “I didn’t want to go home because mum never shuts up… ‘I told you so’, all the bloody time…”
Mike continues again, “I said to her, you can move in, but you know you’re just going to end up sleeping with him again – and she said she wouldn’t… And I said, well, if you do, you have to pay a penalty… I’ll make a bet… You can live here rent free if you don’t shag him… But if you shag him whilst you’re living here, you have to go on the UK of Zoo and get fucked by a real dog! ‘Cos she always says she doesn’t like the show, so I think…”
“And you fucking love it, don’t you?” She interrupts. “Pervy bugger!” She laughs and takes another slurp of her drink.
He continues, “SHE doesn’t like it, so I figure that she won’t sleep with the ex because then I’ll make her pay up on the penalty… Two bloody days later, not even New Year’s yet, I walk in and hear these noises in the back bedroom – I look in and there she is, on her hands and knees, with that bastard ramming into her… Fuuuck me, I says… You know what this means?”
“Yeah… It means you should bloody knock before you walk into my room…” She laughs – the alcohol clearly kicking into full effect now. She looks into camera, taking a brief pause, and then offers her defence, “I know… I know… I can’t help it… I see cock, I need cock…”
“And what about dog-cock?” Asks Charley from behind the camera.
Catheryn seems to shudder a little – takes another drink. “I’ve seen the show. Not impressed… But a cock’s a cock… And a bet’s a bet!” She shrugs, finishing off the glass.
We cut to the same room a few minutes later – Thor is in the room, light footed, skipping around near Catheryn, who is now on her feet, not overly steady on them, and pouring another drink. Looking down at the dog and urging him to “Get away with you… I’m not drunk enough to play with you yet!” and then sipping more from her glass as she moves away from the table. From the way she walks we wonder just how drunk she thinks she needs to be to play with Thor.
Cut to her near the couch, her glass resting on the arm as she peels her sweater and the t-shirt under it up and over her head, long hair trailing through the neck hole as she pulls the clothing away and lets it drop on the floor beside her. Her flesh is pink and well-toned – she obviously watches what she eats. Her boobs, held gently in a black satin bra, beautiful orbs of flesh – a nice size, not too big.
She pauses to take another slurp from her glass, taking a deep breath, smiling a little. Putting the glass down, almost spilling it, then unbuttoning the front of her jeans and shimmying them down over her hips and arse, down her thighs, stumbling a little as she does.
Behind her, Mike watches with an amused half smile, clearly checking out her arse as the jeans come down to reveal a black g-string that matches her bra. He struggles not to react as she bends forward, sticking her arse back toward him as she pulls the jeans down her calves, before straightening up and stepping on the jeans, trying to pull her feet free and stumbling back – before finally extricating herself, kicking the jeans away, and rewarding herself with another drink from her now almost empty glass.
Now she stops, hands on hips, and looks down at Thor – who stands infront of her, looking up, tongue hanging out and positively smiling… He thinks she looks alright, maybe a little skinny, but there’s nothing wrong with that.
“Now, what am I supposed to do with you, then?” She says, an almost playful, and definitely drunk, edge to her voice. She pauses whilst Thor continues to look up at her – not sure how to react – then barks once and waits…
“Get my tits out?” She says with mock surprise. “Why am I not surprised?” – and with that she’s reaching behind her back, fumbling with the clasp at the back of her bra and unhooking it – letting it fall away from her boobs, which barely sag at all. Nice and firm, small but smooth and round, with dark nipples. There’s a clear tan line between her pink skin and white boob bikini top ‘triangles’.
She keeps her back to her brother, shouting back over her shoulder. “Don’t look at my tits… Pervert!” – and then grabs the hip strings of her panties, bending forward (away from Mike) and pulling them down and off – presenting him with a perfect, eye-level view of her arsehole and pussy as she bends. His eyes almost pop out of their sockets and he can’t hide the smile.
As she straightens up, we note a very narrow strip of dark pubic hair and that her tan-lines are also very clear around her groin and hips – white lines where her bikini bottoms have hidden her flesh from the holiday sun.
She stares down at the dog again, sizing him up as he stands there wagging his tail – looking about as unthreatening as an animal could ever look. “What do I do with you then?” She says – looking up at Charley after a couple of seconds as if to say ‘what DO I do with him then?’.
Mike calls out, “On your hands and knees, sis… Let him know you’re his bitch!” and Catheryn half turns, flashing some side-tit at him. “I wasn’t asking you…”
Charley confirms Mike’s call, “Actually, he’s right – if you just drop down onto the floor, Thor will take over soon enough, like.”
We cut to an image of Catheryn on her knees, facing the couch – spotting her almost empty glass and finishing it off – then bending forward, letting her arse stick out toward us, hands on the floor, flipping her head back to throw her long hair over her shoulder, away from the camera and toward her brother.
Charley encourages her to shuffle a little around so that she is side-on to the tripod camera – then advises her to drop her shoulders a little and stick her arse out a little further… “I’m going to let Thor loose now…” She warns.
“Ohhh God…” Sighs Catheryn in a tone that suggests resignation rather than excitement or fear.
Thor hurries onto the screen from behind the camera and heads right to the Welsh tart’s rear end – sniffing and licking at her pale arse-crack – making her move forward in surprise and let out a little squeak… “OOooohhh, cold nose…” Then after a short pause, a pretty impressed sounding, “Niiiiice tongue… MMmmmmmm!”
Thor digs in – a licking expert, he goes hard, wiping his big soft tongue over her bulging pussy, over the lips, and then up along the crack of her arse.
“Aaahhhhhhh” gasps Catheryn, the first flash of a smile appearing on her pretty face.
Thor licks on – twisting his head from side to side, altering his angle of attack, pushing closer, licking everything – but before this starts to feel really good for Catheryn, the dog decides to get on with it…
We can see Mike moving forward on the couch a little as Thor moves toward the woman, pushing his chest up against her backside, grabbing/climbing her back with his front legs, which he wraps around her middle just infront of her hips as he rises over her…
“OOOooohhh shiiiittt!” She says, a touch of panic in her voice as she realises this is the real thing… “It’s happening… Ohhhh shiittt!”
Thor begins to jerk his sheath toward her rear-end, awkward staggering thrusts. His hindpaws looking for better position between her calves, scratching her legs as he scrapes over them. His belly against her bottom, the tip of his cock poking out of his sheath and prodding between her thighs…
Mike calls out, “Go on, boyo…”
Catheryn looks around to him and glares, spitting “Shut up, idiot!”, then letting her head drop again, long hair hanging down infront of it like a curtain as the dog continues to pump toward her pussy…
She instinctively jerks her hips forward when she feels first contact – the hard little cock stabbing against her pussy lips… Then Thor pushes forward again, a second assault, a tighter grip around her hips, his front legs pushing back under her thighs, levering his body closer to her and…
“OOoohhhhh ffucckk! He’s in… HE’S IN!” She squeals, raising her head – an incredulous look. Not a smile, not a grimace – amazement… The moment brief, then broken as the beast begins to pump furiously – driving his shaft deeper into her as it grows almost as fast as the dog can pump.
The rally of thrusts causing the young woman to gasp and moan at increasing volume. “AAaaaaahhhHHH… OOOooohhhHHHHH!” It doesn’t like like she’s enjoying it so much as ‘experiencing’ it. These aren’t orgasmic noises – more like exclamations of how she’s feeling… Shocked… Amazed… Awed… This wasn’t what she expected. “OOoohhh FFfuuccKKK!”
He fits on her back perfectly – his body thicker than hers, but his belly and thighs matching the curve of her tight little arse. His hind-legs almost exactly the right length to match her thighs meaning that he maintains good purchase on the floor at all times – allowing him to pump hard and fast into her from behind.
We see Charley moving into the side of the shot, behind them… Dropping down and holding her camera between her guest’s thighs.
We cut to that camera… Looking up and seeing the now fat shaft of Thor’s canine cock, shiny and pink, slipping in and out of Catheryn’s pussy – her lips being mashed and stretched with each fast, little stroke. A few drops of dog spunk are already leaking out around the shaft and dripping down toward the lens.
Back to the wide angle – watching in perfect profile as Thor continues to hold tight and fuck hard – watching the blonde slut rock forward with each thrust from the dog, her little titties jiggling along with the action, her long blonde hair hanging down. The expression of amazement gone from her face, replaced now by an almost silent, lip chewing intensity.
And then, without warning, Thor is pulling back and staggering away, his big cock swinging and bouncing under his belly as he circles around. Before Catheryn can change her position or catch her breath – he’s back, and licking his own cum from her pussy… Making her shiver and jerk forward – mouth open, silent save for her heavy breathing and the occasional whimper.
She lifts one hand off the floor and reaches back to slap her arse. “Come ooonnnn…” She moans. “Finish what you started…” then she overbalances forward – the drink getting the better of her as she falls from resting on one hand, to the elbow and forearm instead – which pushes her arse higher, her swollen pink pussy further out between her slim thighs… Just the invitation Thor needed!
He’s back on her back in a second, front legs tight around her middle, above her hips, his front paws seeking purchase between her thighs, locking his legs in even tighter… His big cock seeking out her hot pussy – helped by Charley, reaching in from behind to push the tip in… And then he’s away again… Powering into this bitch – fast and hard strokes, his furry arse a blur, his tail up but not wagging – he’s too focused on the job at hand.
“Oh yeah…” She moans, getting into it more than before. Playing along. “I’m your bitch… I’m your dirty fucking Welsh bitch…” She gasps, slurring a little and half laughing at herself. “Fuck me hard… Ohhhh yea-hhhhssss….”
Thor keeps up his pace – fucking her in short, fast bursts… A dozen thrusts, then a brief pause to adjust his footing – then another dozen thrusts… She moves around with him – whenever he adjusts his feet, she pushes her pussy back toward him. The whole time she’s encouraging him with more dirty talk… “Fuck my cunt… Fuck my cunt… Yeah… Fuck it… Fuck it hard… Good boy!”
Whilst we’re in this wide angle we can see Mike in the background – watching intently. Clearly enjoying what he’s seeing. Occasionally licking his lips, moving to the edge of his seat on the couch so that he can get a better angle – so he can see the action more from the rear…
We cut to the low angle shot – watching his cock driving deep into her… Pussy lips stretching around his growing knot as it pushes in, then pulls out, on every stroke… Him pushing harder – the thrusts beginning to slow… And then he stops – with the knot inside her… Adjusting his feet closer to her knees, holding himself close… And the tone of her dirty talk changes, rising to a yelp… “AaarrrGGHHH! He’s stuck…” She gasps as we cut to the wide shot…
We get a proper view of the big dog on her back, holding tight, standing still… She continues her comment, “What’s that..? Knotted?” She asks, checking the terminology, looking drunker than before…
“Tied” calls Mike from behind her, a big smile on his face. “Fucking excellent!”
Catheryn’s face is looking pretty loose and relaxed – as if that knot has doubled the potency of the alcohol in her system – but still twists and contorts a little as the knot throbs in her pussy. She leans forward on her forearm, breathing through the pain – a little smile beginning to form.
“I ‘ope your enjoyin’ this!” She says to her brother without turning her head, sounding drunker by the second as that schnapps really kicks in.
“Oh yes… Yes… I’m enjoyin’ this very much…” He says, joy clear in his voice. “I’ve been watching videos of sluts with dogs for years, I always had a feeling you were the kind of slut who would do it… But I never thought I’d actually get to see it…”
Charley sits back on the floor behind her guest – pulling the GoPro back from between her legs, then reaches forward to lift Thor’s tail up and out of the way – showing off the dog’s brown arsehole which is puckering and pulsing, also showing off his big heavy ball-sack, which is hanging down, rising an inch on every pulse, then falling again. It’s an image both magnificent and grotesque at the same time.
Mike continues, “How does that feel, eh? This big fella emptying his balls in you? Does it make you feel like a dirty whore..?”
She gathers her long blonde hair up with her free hand and sweeps it back over the top of her head, giving us a clearer view of her couldn’t-give-a-shit expression, her eyes glazed and vacant. “It was good when he was fucking me… But now it’s just… Big…” She winces a little. “And painful…”
There’s a short pause, her pinned under the beast – him squirting his canine seed into her. Mike watching. Then Catheryn adds, in a frustrated tone, “I prefer the fucking… I wish he had finished me off!”
We cut back to Charley’s GoPro shot. Looking at the knot, stuffed into the girl’s cunt… Her smooth thighs, the dog’s long yellow hair and powerful hindlegs… The balls, rising and falling…
Then back to the side view – the dog on Catheryn’s back, her leaning forward, face to the floor, almost asleep. Some time has clearly passed… Charley is still behind her, sitting cross-legged on the floor, filming the big ugly cock in her pussy.
And then Thor begins to wriggle backward, slipping off her back almost anti-climactically… She barely moves, just a little move of the head, barely a change of expression, and a quiet, “MMmmmnnnnnnn!” moaning sound.
We cut back to the close-up to see his knot just slip out of her pussy, his cock falling free… Charley’s hand popping up into frame, holding Catheryn’s glass (which previously held the peach schnapps and lemonade) under the girl’s now cock-less cunt… Catching the dribble of dog-jism that is pouring out of it.
Catheryn sighs almost absent mindedly, letting her arse push backward, spreading her pussy as she relaxes in the absence of Thor, his cum leaking and squirting out. That pussy looks soft, wet and semi-open – very inviting…
Catheryn speaks, half asleep, fully drunk, quietly, “Go on then… You know you want to Michael…”
Mike looks at Charley, and Charley shuffles out of the way, taking the glass with her, a shot of spunk collected at the bottom… We like to think that our show is a document to the perversion of the nation… We do bestiality – how can we possibly refuse our guests a spot of incest?
Mike takes the invitation, slipping off the couch and onto his knees behind his sister – cock and balls standing proud, pulled out through the open zipper – and aims his erection into his sister’s cunt… Sliding it in all the way until his jeans touch the back of her thighs… “Oooooh, it’s soooo wet…” He gasps.
Catheryn sighs – the drunk fuck sigh girls make when they are on the edge of passing out but still want cock… The tone rising as her brother builds up a quick pace, driving in and out of her pussy. He doesn’t have Thor’s speed, but he has more staying power in the fuck… Despite the thrill of his sister’s dog-jizz lubricated cunt, he’s able to keep going long enough to get her to a better place… She reaches a hand back to hold his… Gasping, “Fuck me… Ohhhh fuck me… Come on Michael… Come in me… Come on…”
In accordance with his sister’s wishes, Mike continues thrusting, getting his rhythm and pace just right, his angle into her pussy sending electric sensations from the head of his cock, down the shaft and right into his balls… Fire building – then firing his load into his sister…
And that’s enough – the pace of it, the time spent fucking, and the power of his ejaculation – to send her over the top to her own orgasm. Her whole body arching infront of him as pleasure throbs through her flesh, up her spine… Makes a wide smile grow on her face, then crumble… And when the pleasure has rolled over her, she collapses forward onto her chest, leaving only her arse up in the air, then passing out almost immediately. Drunk and completely fucked out.
Mike leans forward over his sister’s back… Letting the pleasure flow out of his body – the last dregs of cum leaking into her prone body. Catches his breath… Then pulls back, slowly easing his cock out of her pussy.
Charley doesn’t miss a beat – she never does, moving in for a close-up and pushing the glass back under Catheryn’s pussy at the same time – this time to catch her brother’s cum…
Mike slopes off to the side and sit on the floor, admiring his sister’s pert backside, reaching out to give it a pat and a squeeze. “I didn’t expect to be doing that today…” He says with a sigh.
We fade through to a little later – Catheryn is naked, standing on wobbly legs – post fuck and still quite drunk – at the drinks cabinet… She’s got the glass with Thor and Mike’s cum, and she’s adding a double shot of peach schnapps. We film from the side, watching her smile as she pours.
Without looking away from the glass, “The dog was okay… The pounding bit when he was actually fucking me… But I didn’t like the tie thing, the knot… I like a cock to go in-and-out, you know?”
She puts the schnapps bottle down and we cut to a close-up of the cum refusing to mix in with the alcohol, floating around on it, thicker.
She grabs the lemonade and adds it to the mix, not too much, just enough to thin out the mix a little.
“Mike was okay… It didn’t bother me that he’s my brother… I’ve just fucked a dog, what’s a little incest, eh?” She laughs. “A cock’s a cock…”
We cut away to see Mike, looking a little sheepish and guilty on the coach.
Then back to Catheryn as she turns around to us, raising her glass, holding it to her mouth, licking the rim… Smiling. Her eyes suggesting that if anyone is home, they are fast asleep inside… Then she raises the glass and starts to drink, not gulping – but sipping plenty. We cut to a super-close-up, watching as thick cum slips through her lips along with the lemonade and peach schnapps. She savours it as she swallows. “That’s not a bad cocktail…” She says, drunkenly thinking of a joke, “A cocktail from two cocks…”
Back to Mike, watching. “You really are a filthy bitch… I think I know why the guys keeping coming back now…”
Catheryn smiles, full of drunken confidence, holding her arms out, almost spilling her cocktail – showing off her slim body and firm little tits. “Of course you do… My body is made for pleasure… All the boys agree…” She looks down at Thor. “And so does the doggy… I’ve worn him out!”
Charley doesn’t feel the need to tell our guest that Thor sleeps like this every hour or so, whether he’s fucked a blonde Welsh tart or not.
We cut to Charley’s car, Thor in the back, sitting at the window watching the scenery fly by outside. Charley in the front, driving… Looking over toward the GoPro mounted in the corner of her windscreen and giving us her closing narration. “Well, we’ve had some awkward moments on the show, and we’ve had some perverted moments… But that was… Very strange… I actually felt like Thor was a third-wheel at times… Never mind – our guests seemed to have fun, right Thor?”
Thor looks like an idiot, big smile and tongue hanging out. Completely failing to bark on queue.
Charley wraps up, “We’ll be back again soon, with some more hot and hard bestial action… Hopefully next week’s guest will be a little more interested in canine company…”
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