Producer’s note…
“In previous years we’ve been accused of setting the bar fairly low for some of our guests. It’s always been the policy of the producers to find a true cross-section of the public – and show that no matter who you are or how you look – you can live out your dream of having sex with an animal…”
“But this is a ratings game… And our viewers have made it clear that they want to see the best-looking women doing the nastiest possible things… So we believe that this year we have assembled some of the best looking girls ever to fuck animals on camera…”
“We’re also going to be more diverse this year – in previous years we’ve met dogs, and recently we’ve added a horse, a pig, and even some bugs – but in this new series we’ll be experiencing more pigs, and horses, plus goats, donkeys, fish, more bugs, and of course, all of our favourite doggies…”
“Welcome… To the NEW and IMPROVED… United Kingdom of Zoo…”
From this quiet opening we suddenly burst into the bright flashing lights and loud thumping music of a strip-club. We’re focused on the stage, and a tight, semi-nude woman, spinning around a pole, slim muscular legs up in the air, boobs out, long dark tightly curled hair whipping around as she spins.
She’s in perpetual motion – spinning then dropping to the floor in the splits, then up and crawling to the edge of the podium to taunt the men who are watching on.
Her body is tight and slim, a very flat belly, ribs sticking out a little then firm, fake titties. She’s wearing the briefest dental floss-like g-string, so tight and not-there that it’s basically splitting her pussy lips – and when she drops to her arse and spreads her legs in the air, everyone can see everything she’s got.
There’s something not quite right about her face – the jaw too narrow, the nose upturned and pointy like something from a cartoon, and the eyes just a little too big and round, and a little too forward in her skull. Cruel kids would call her bug-eyed. She’s not something from a freakshow, but it’s the kind of face that would be distracting if it wasn’t attached to a body like this!
She speaks in voice-over as she dances… She sounds surprisingly educated for a nearly nude freak with plastic tits, spinning around a pole, in a dark club. “My name is Lydia Lee – I’m 36 years old, and I’m a professional dancer…”
We cut between shots of her dancing, showing off her toned muscles and wonderful flexibility… And her giving a lucky customer a lap-dance, astride him, grinding his face between her firm tits… When it’s visible, his face is blurred out, but we can tell he’s having a lot of fun.
She continues her voice-over as she dances, “There’s a lot of women who complain that men have too much power… I blame the women… If you control the men, they have no power…”
Then she’s on his lap, facing away from him, with her back against his chest, her long curly hair draped over his bald head, holding his hands just over her tits (but not letting him touch) as she grinds her firm arse against his crotch.
Her voice-over continues. “I love to get men insanely turned-on, then leave them to have to look after themselves… I have all the power… And they pay me to do it!”
We cut to a shot of her back-stage, looking in a mirror – it’s our best look yet at her unusual (rather than unattractive) face, as she fixes her lipstick.
She talks to us via the mirror as she gets herself ready to go on stage…
“I love the thought of them running off to the toilets to wank away the frustration… Spunking all over the place… I’m like that on dates too… I love to wind a guy up – see how much frustration he can handle. I’m not happy unless a man is suffering…”
She’s putting a sexy red bra on now. Adjusting her tits to make sure her cleavage is at its best. “I’m not evil though… I’m only really happy once I know the poor bastards have cum!”
She looks at our camera in the mirror, then turns around to look over her shoulder into the lens and blow us a kiss. The timing perfect after her previous remark.
Next, we watch her walking along a corridor, heading back into the club, a couple of girls patting her on the shoulder, soundlessly wishing her ‘good luck’ and ‘go for it, babe’. Her voice-over continuing as she walks. “The idea of having sex with a dog turns me on… Not because dogs turn me on, because they don’t… But because I know that filthy men will be turned on by the idea of a woman like me doing something like that with a dog… And the idea of doing it on a stage, infront of all those men – with them wanting me, but not being allowed to touch, whilst a dog is allowed to do whatever he wants… That turns me on SOOOOO much!”
She turns into the backstage area, a small dark corner of the club, separated from the ‘front of house’ by a big black curtain. She pauses here, waiting for her call… And we hear the end of her voice-over, “The thought of doing it on camera, and all those sad, lonely men, at home, spunking all over themselves – watching me… I’m wet just thinking about it…”
We hear the club DJ beyond the curtain, “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, Miss Lydia Lee…”
Lydia takes a deep breath, then steps up onto the stage and pushes through the black curtain and disappears from sight.
Out in the club, the room is barely half-full – just a regular weekday evening crowd who have no idea what they are about to see…
Lydia struts out into the spotlights, moving quickly across the stage, reaching one arm out to catch the pole, and immediately launching into a spread-legged swing, the gusset of her g-string immediately disappearing up between her pussy lips.
We cut to a shot, backstage again, of a lean, mean, lovin’ machine – a black and tan Doberman who we immediately recognise as Casanova. He’s being led along the corridor that Lydia was walking down a few seconds ago. We can hear the music booming out from the stage, it doesn’t seem to bother our beast.
His owner, Dennis, a short, chunky Cockney wide-boy is handed a microphone and waits as the music continues.
Out front, Lydia is still dancing, her hard body covered with sweat – her fake chest heaving, muscles flexing as she spins around the pole, rolls on the floor, crawls, etc. Somewhere in the middle of all this she takes her bra off to show everyone her firm tits and pointy nipples – and continues dancing… And then she pulls the g-string away, exposing her clean shaven pussy… Dropping to her knees and crawling toward the edge of the stage… And then the music stops – right on the beat.
He hear Dennis’s voice over the sound system, speaking with a confidence that has grown from show to show… “Ladies and gentlemen… Please welcome… The ‘ound of ‘ell… The beast from the east end.. He’s a lover not a fighter… A licker not a biter… He’s a rock ‘ard, go ‘ard, take you in the back yard, mean muvva-fucker… All the way from East ‘am… I give you…”
The curtain opens and Casanova bounds onto the stage, skidding on the smooth surface. The small audience is now dumbstruck – lovers of naked women, they have all been regular viewers of our show and they realise what they are about to witness… “Casanova the Fird.”
The audience applauds and lets out a few whoops and hollers – but other than that the only noise is the dog’s claws on the stage as he skids to a halt beside his new bitch – almost as if he’s taking a bow to the ‘crowd’, leaving them side-by-side, both on all fours…
He spins around and heads right behind her – and she locks herself in place – a slutty smile across her narrow face as she looks back over her shoulder to see where he’s going…
Where’s he’s going is to explore her rear end – digging his long snout between her thighs, sniffing and licking at her pussy. His long tongue sliding over her pussy, between her labia, over her clit – over and over as he angles his body – chest to the floor so he can lick up at her gash.
She reacts as any woman would when licked by a dog – gasping and smiling, leaning forward but fighting herself to stay in range… Locking her arms out as she looks back from the dog toward the audience, and one of our cameras, so everyone can see the slutty joy on her face. Definitely smiling, showing off her white teeth, and gasping, “Oooohhhh yeeeeaaaaahhhh!” loud enough for the crowd to hear her delight.
The dog continues licking her – his long, slimy tongue making easy work of her pussy. Fast strokes, over and over, as he laps up her juices – apparently more excited with every lick. Shifting his position up and down to get a better angle of entry to her hole – his strong tongue occasionally slipping inside, sliding inches inside her before slopping out again.
The stripper is forced forward on her hands, straightening her back a little, her arse down toward the floor, then arching it to push her arse back in the air and offer him more cunt… She doesn’t appear to have too much control over this – it’s just the way her body is reacting to the pleasurable sensations.
“Oh God, he’s a good boy… He’s a gooooood boy… What… A… Tongue…!” She gasps, her voice raised now to make sure she’s heard. She may be enjoying the feelings, but the words are all part of the act.
Encouraged, Casanova continues – hungrily leaning into the task – licking faster, altering his angle to make his tongue slide into her pussy on every stroke… Which makes her bug-eyes bug-out even wider! She gasps, “Oooohhhhhh!”
Her tight body bucks involuntarily at the first blushes of an orgasm – she’s right on the edge… But her sudden movement scares the dog into backing away a few inches – which changes his view of Lydia’s rear… And now, rather than finish her off, he decides it’s time to get some for himself… He moves forward, his front paws scrabbling over her back, scratching down her sides, wrapping under her belly, as he pulls himself onto her back…
“Yeessssss!” She squeals… Looking up at her audience and pulling a dirty face – pouting and hungry looking as the dog gets closer to penetration…
He’s jerking his crotch toward her back-end, his pink lipstick tip cock poking out of the sheath and stabbing at her pussy. Pushing against her, shuffling his hindfeet on the stage, looking for grip than isn’t there, his head in the air, a look of desperation on his face…
Lydia allows her knees to slide a little further apart, angling her back down, pushing her pussy backwards – presenting an easier target… Then raises one hand from the stage, reaching down between her thighs, and spreading her labia apart with her fingers.
Perfect!
Casanova lurches forward, his rear end bending forward, wrapping around her behind, punching his cock into her pussy – driving home…
Lydia squeals, “Fuuucccckkkk!” and then let’s a wicked grin cross her face, before shouting, “He’s in my pussssyyyyyy!” to the front row…
She leans forward as the dog leans into her, her hand whipping back from between her thighs to help support her, as she goes rapidly from telling the audience what’s happening, to struggling to stay in control.
The two of them fucking is a pretty impressive image… He’s sleek and narrow, with beautiful short hair, and she’s tight and smooth, with tanned and sweat covered skin shining under our camera lights.
He’s holding tight and just thumping into her over and over. Her tits are firm, jiggling just a little rather than swinging all over like a natural pair would. Her flat belly pulled in, her legs tensed, thigh muscles straining to keep her upright under the continuing assault on her rear-end.
She continues to try and interact with her audience, calling out in broken words, “Do… You like…?” Grimacing under the assault, then adding a, “Yeah!”
We cut down low, looking up between their thighs, from under the dog’s balls – looking up to see his cock slipping and sliding in and out of her cunt in short, fast strokes. We can hear the wet slapping sound of each withdrawal, followed by her gasp/moan on each inward thrust.
Back to a wide shot, watching as the dog pushes forward harder, jamming himself up tight against her, short strokes, holding tight… And then the unmistakeable sound a woman makes when knotted, “OOOhhhhhh! OOhhhhHHHH!”
Then we cut to a close-up of her face… Those eyes really bugging now, her narrow jaw hanging down, the pointy chin almost on the stage. She tries to smile for the camera, but instead of that we get a sexy, incredulous look… It’s something we’re familiar with after all this time, but it never gets boring… That look when a slut realises that this is NOTHING like being fucked by a human.
We cut down low again, looking up at her cunt – stretched and wet – the dog no longer pumping, now just planted deep into her flesh. His cock pulses, moving slightly as he pumps his spunk into her belly.
In a wide-shot, she lifts one hand off the floor and reaches down between her legs, fingers working either side of the shaft, massaging her pussy lips, soothing herself – then moving to the top of her pussy, touching and gently rubbing her clit, adding further stimulation.
She throws her head back again, pleasure flowing over her features – then giving another open-mouthed thin-lipped sexy smile to her live audience and our viewers at home. She manages to call out, “Do you like seeing him pumping his HOT – DOGGY – SPUNK – into my TIGHT – CUNT?” Extra emphasis on the capitalised words.
Rubbing her pussy as she speaks, fingers blurring as she rubs hard and fast – a look of concentrated slutty joy on her face as she drives herself toward an orgasm around his cock.
Most of the audience appears spellbound, but there are a few whoops and a call of “Dirty fucking slut!”
Lydia’s fingers continue to work her pussy, the dog resting on her back… From the rear view, we can see his balls and arsehole puckering as he shoots one load after another into her pussy. We can see her thighs shaking, her fingers dancing, and then beyond her, her audience watching on – rapt.
She gasps, “SSoooooo BbbiiiIIIIGGGG!” as she continues to wank… Pain showing on her face as the knot continues to swell inside her… Her whole body is shaking.
The wide shot again as she drops her head, almost like she’s looking down under her body to see the dog’s legs around her belly, and between her knees… Her fingers still buzzing over her clit, mashing that flesh back and forward… Then stopping… Pausing… Then rubbing again for a few seconds… Pausing… And then… Suddenly, her whole body jerking up and down as an orgasm explodes inwards from her pussy right through her body.
“OOOooohhhhhhh ffffuuuuuccccckkkkk….” She gasps…. Her face twisting up, eyes closed tight, skin glowing… She jerks her back up and down, her legs twitching, and slumps forward from her one supporting hand so that she’s resting on her forearm and forehead. She cries out, “I’m CUMMMMINNNNGGGG!” as soon as she can manage to form the words.
Some of the audience cheers, that same voice shouting out, “Dirty fucking cunt!” with a distinct southern accent.
After the initial glow of the orgasm has flowed through her, she relaxes a little and slumps further forward, resting more on the side of her head, her mouth hanging open – her tongue out a little, licking the dirty stage. Lost in pleasure.
The big Doberman is still resting on her narrow back, his front paws still locked around her slim belly, hind paws occasionally skittering on the boards of the stage as he looks for a little extra push, to stay locked into her. His wet jaw resting on her shoulder blade, his eyes shifting slightly toward her curly hair.
We move around her, mixing through to a little later – we note that some of the patrons have headed off (possibly to the bathroom to ‘relieve’ themselves) whilst this action-less segment of the fuck is taking place.
The combination of Casanova’s grip and the size of his knot swelling in her pussy, has caused Lydia to drop all dialogue and switch to occasional grunts and moans… “OOohhhhh… UUuuhhhhhh….”
Then we cut to another close-up between her dancer’s thighs, looking up at her cunt just in time to see the Doberman’s fat knot breaching her labial lips… Slowly twisting to the side as it eases out, millimetre by millimetre.
Lydia’s grunts and moans becoming more strained and urgent as the knot stretches her pussy out to the max, turning to a short, sharp screams, “AAarrrrgggHHH!” as…
The knot finally pops free, one side edging out first – the worst of it over now, the rest just slithers and plops out, cum buddling and dripping out of her gaping gash.
We cut to a wider shot as Lydia rolls her face more to the side and looks up at our camera, a relieved look on her face… Taking a few deep breaths and then rolling over onto her side, then her back… Her head hanging back over the edge of the stage so that she is looking right at a small group of men sitting together at a table… She raises her legs up in the air, holding them straight out and spreading them wide to show off her pussy for the camera again… And immediately sinking three fingers, up to the knuckle, into herself – using the dog’s spunk for lubrication as she wanks herself off fast and hard.
Casanova is standing nearby, his big cock hanging down under his belly – all purple/grey and heavy, still twitching…
A familiar male voice calls from the crowd, “Suck it, dogwhore!” and a smile flickers over Lydia’s face – it’s the first time anyone has used her new title to her… She IS a dogwhore, and she knows it!
She raises her head to look at the dog, and spots his cock – and the hunger is clear on her face – then she drops her head back down, looking at her upside-down audience, and calls out, “Who wants to see me SUCK this dog’s COCK?”
The reaction is pretty clear – everyone here wants to see this dirty tight-bodied stripper sucking the scary Doberman’s cock!
We cut to a shot of Lydia on her back, now side-ways to the edge of the stage, with Casanova standing over her – she’s got one hand above her face, already holding his cock just behind the knot, angling the shaft down toward her mouth. Her legs are still spread, and she still has one hand between high thighs, fingers working her pussy, slow and dirty.
She’s holding her head just under his cock, opening her mouth and putting her tongue out on her chin, letting him squirt and drip little jets of cum onto it.
Then edging her mouth toward him, letting the tip press up against her tongue – then sliding it back along the tongue and into her mouth… Her lips close around it and she sucks her cheeks in around it – making her face look even thinner and her eyes look even bigger.
Then she’s moving her head toward his belly, and pulling his cock toward her mouth – sucking and jerking his cock – her fingers working her pussy, to show the audience that she’s really enjoying this, getting off on the moment.
We move back into a tight close-up to watch as she continues to suck on the dog’s hard cock… Taking it 3 or 4 inches at a time, leaving a very shiny, saliva covered shaft on every down stroke – only pausing in order to swallow the cum from the back of her mouth every few strokes. Breathing through her nose, nostrils flaring on the out breath, then narrowing on the in – refusing to let the seal of her lips break from his fat shaft.
Cut to her pussy to see how slippery and wet she is, how fast her glistening fingers are moving in and out of her twat – barely working her clit at all, just pumping them into her slot at a pace that almost exactly matches her sucking action on his canine cock.
She starts to raise her knees, closing her thighs on her hand, pressure evidently building up between her legs, in her pussy… Turning her wrist to get better, deeper, harder, access for her fingers… A fire burning up…
She continues sucking, swallowing, breathing, sucking… Fingering, thigh squeezing her hand, spreading again, and fingering… Faster and hotter…
The whole club can feel it… They are watching almost in silence. That one familiar voice shouting out again, “Your dirty fucking dogslut! You fucking love it!!”
And then she pulls her fingers out of her pussy, her knees as wide apart as she can get them, her pussy wide open – and squirts… A splashed jet of female ejaculate – piss – whatever you want to call it – spraying out over the front row fans…
At the same time she jams her face up to the beast’s belly, pushing his cock right to the back of her mouth – and holding it there… Choking on it…
Holding herself in this position, her pussy burning… The stage between her legs soaked… Dog’s cock in the back of her throat… Holds…
… And then flops back, flat on the stage, the dog’s cock pulled away from her mouth, all the tension gone from her lithe body. Covered in sweat and gasping for breathing… With her audience giving her a standing ovation (in more ways than one).
Casanova steps away from her and staggers away, his cock still firm beneath his belly, as she catches her breath for a brief moment, then rolls over onto her hands and knees, then pushes up onto her feet. Her legs look quite wobbly and she takes a quick bow to the audience, blows them a kiss, then staggers to the back of the stage as quickly as she can manage. Passing Casanova, who is on the side of the stage, being stroked and patted by Dennis, who calls to Lydia as she passes, “Welcome to the club you dirty fucking dogslut!” And chuckles as she gives him a little wave.
The DJ manages to pull himself together and announce her departure. “Ladies and gentlemen please, a big hand for Miss Lydia Lee… Lydia Lee everybody!”
She stops at the curtain and gives another victorious smile and a wave… And we freeze as she is half through the curtain. Job done!
Cut to – back stage… Lydia standing in the dressing room infront of the mirror, still catching her breath. Her make-up is running, blurring with her sweat, as she checks out a few scratches on her sides and thighs.
“How was that?” Checks a crew-member.
She answers via the mirror as she checks out the ‘damage’. “That was… Excellent… I didn’t expect it to be so much fun… The guys loved it… I’ve done a few lezzie shows on stage, but never anything with a cock… Never with a bloody animal! I should do it more… I think it went quite well…”
“Absolutely… You seemed to enjoy it…”
She smiles, reaching between her legs to rub her pussy. “Oh, I enjoy all sex… I don’t usually get this scratched up though… I’ll be covered in bruises, and these scratches are going to pop up a bit… I’ll look like shit for a couple of days… I think it was worth it though… All the ladies and gents at home, wanking themselves stupid watching this… Do you think I looked good?” She looks up at the camera with a genuine concern that she might not…
We confirm, “Oh, you looked great… Women who enjoy what they’re doing always look great…”
She smiles, drops her pretence… “Well, yes, I did enjoy it… His cock was fantastic – so hot, and harder than I’d imagined…”
“Will you do it again?”
She nods, her face brightening. “Oh yes… Like I said, I think I should do more of these shows… I could fuck a dog every week, make a special show of it… Charge a cover fee…”
“And in your private life?”
She thinks a little longer and harder about this question. “Perhaps… If I meet the right dog…”
And we fade out on her narrow-mouthed smile.
THE END, for another week. We’ll be back next time with some fresh horsey action…
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