We open with an aerial shot of a fantastic stately home, surrounded by green countryside and trees. The building is three stories tall, very square, with hundreds of windows – historic, beautiful, grand.
Then we’re inside, cutting from one shot to another that highlight the antiques, the paintings on the wall, the furniture.
Then we’re outside, watching as a beat-up transit van makes its way along the lone gravel driveway from the large gated entrance to the front of the home.
Back inside, we are in a grand hall, and closing in on a very elegant, classy-looking slim lady. Her long brunette hair is loose but swept back over her shoulders, untied but it looks almost as if it has been trained to stay in place. Her face is light on make-up, narrow, and delicate. Her clothing stylish but professional – a jacket and skirt combination, with a fitted white blouse that suggests she has a rather good figure.
Once we are up close to her, she speaks. Scottish, but highly educated to the point that there are only a few words that give any hint of where she’s from.
“Hello… I’m Lady Elizabeth Westinghouse. I’m the eldest child of the Duke of Eilean Siar, and I’m afraid I’m a little bit of a pervert.” Her tone suggests she may have had a brandy or two before we began filming.
She neglects to mention her age, but it doesn’t matter – she’s 38, but she barely looks a day over 28… The benefit of never having to work a day in her life.
We cut outside again, watching as the rear doors of the transit are opened, and a wide steel ramp is pulled out to allow the occupant to walk to the ground rather than jump.
Back to our guest. “Of course, everyone knows that the aristocracy is full of perverts… It’s something that one’s never supposed to admit, or even discuss… But I could tell you tales from my family history that would shock even your most obsessed viewers.”
Back to the van, as a large pig waddles down the steel ramp and is encouraged to head up the steps to the huge front doors of Argyle House.
Back to our guest, relaxed and demure despite her subject matter. “There’s an awful lot of tosh talked about the need to protect our own. To be quite frank, I’m tired of it. My uncle is a child molester, I know, because I was one of the children he molested. Mummy and Daddy used to go to swinging parties with Prince [BLEEP] and [BLEEP], my brother is so gay that they wouldn’t even let him join father’s regiment – but still pretends to be a happily married man. Good lord, I’ve had sex with his wife more than he has!”
Back to that huge pig, waddling along a long gallery within the home. Trotters clicking on the polished floor, getting dangerously close to bumping into little tables with old vases and clocks resting on them. Snorting and grunting as he explores this strange new world.
Back to Lady Westinghouse as the butler enters the room and coughs, then announces, “Lady Elizabeth, your guest is waiting in the drawing room.”
Elizabeth takes a sharp breath, conceals a little smile, and then looks up to camera, “Shall we retire to the drawing room for a spot of afternoon delight?”
She stands up and straightens her clothes out. Very elegant and neat – class by birth and education.
“If you’d like to follow me…” Then she sets off, her heels clicking on the polished floors as she walks past our cameras at a fair pace – we spin round to watch her go, neat little arse barely moving from side-to-side in her tight skirt, very professional rather than sexual.
Back to our pig, trotting around in another large and very ornate room. Portraits of the entire Westinghouse family line stare from the walls into the middle of the room, right at the new arrived, fat, pink, beasty.
Then back to Lady Westinghouse as she makes her way through down a long corridor, ornate windows on one side, large paintings on the other. We have one camera tracking infront of her, another following behind to capture views of her tidy little arse.
She describes their surroundings and tells her life story as she walks, waving her hands around in the direction of various paintings. We also intercut images of the various historical figures she names, as well as a map of Scotland to show Eilean Siar, way up in the Outer Hebrides islands off the north west coast of the country.
“The Dukedom of Eilean Siar was created in 1596, when King James wanted to reward his close friend – that’s gay lover – Robert Westinghouse. James’ wife, Queen Anne, was apparently none too keen to have Robert so close, and insisted on his lands being as far away as possible… Hence, the Outer Hebrides… Dear Anne wasn’t the brightest girl in the world though, so wasn’t even vaguely aware that whilst his title may have been out in the middle of nowhere, the Westinghouse estate was built barely an hour’s travel away from the royal palace in Edinburgh.”
She turns to look right into camera. “She’s not the first lady to have been screwed over by the Duke of Eilean Siar… It’s something of a family tradition. As is perversion.”
She points up at a painting of a very grand looking lady and a magnificent stallion. Very formal.
“This is Duchess Catherine, dated around the 1880s. It’s strongly rumoured that she was closer to her horse than her husband, if you know what I mean…” She rolls her eyes. “I do enjoy horse riding, but I’m not sure I’d enjoy being ridden by a horse..! I’ve seen them, they’re huge…”
And she sets off walking toward the double doors at the end of the room again.
“The family is notorious within upper circles for our depravities… According to historians Robert West, who became Robert Westinghouse, wasn’t even gay – he just went that way to be close to the king, and once he had his land and title, he abandoned the king… When you consider that the family came from that background, it’s hardly surprising that we would be somewhat sexually opportunist…”
“A member of the household staff recently walked in on my brother and his boyfriend as they were ‘entertaining’ one of the family dogs… My father had to pay quite a large sum to stop her going to the tabloids…”
She maintains a cool exterior, but we can feel the anger burning inside. “Despite this, father has deemed that he will still pass his title onto my brother in accordance with tradition, rather than myself – as his older, and better educated, and more suitable, child… So I’m here to smash tradition and ruin the bally family name once and for all. They can pretend that we haven’t got a history perverse sexual practices, including bestiality, but with your help they’ll never be able to deny my love for pigs!”
She pulls one of the two large doors open and steps through into the drawing room.
In here she is face-to-face with Winston for the first time – and this is the closest we see her getting to out-of-her-depth, just taken aback for half a second as she catches her breath.
“My… What an amazing beast…” She gasps.
She’s a good fifteen feet away from him, and he is just looking at her- looking at the open doors as much as he’s looking at her, not sure what to make of her arrival – is he supposed to go through those doors, or is she the reason he’s here..?
She immediately begins to remove her clothes. The jacket draped over the back of an armchair…
She continues commenting as she undresses. “Father has pigs in the grounds, and I’ve always been aroused by them… But they aren’t like this chap… He’s twice their size. I couldn’t have asked for a more perfect beast!”
As she speaks, she unbuttons her skirt at the hip and allows it to slip down to the floor where she’s standing.
She continues to talk as she unbuttons the front of her blouse, slowly revealing a slim body and small but nicely formed boobs in a classy lace bra. “I’ve often thought about daddy’s hunting dogs, or one of the horses… Or about heading down to the piggery itself and sampling some of our stock… I never got around to it because, I suspect, that with everyone else in the family being so perverted, I was determined to be different – to prove myself better than them.”
She pulls the blouse off her arms and is left standing in a matching white bra and panty set, plus those stockings and her nice shoes.
Reaching behind her back to unhook her bra, she continues, “Well, I suppose I am better than them… No sordid romps in the dark for me… National television and world-wide exposure!”
She smiles, partly at what she’s said, and partly because she’s showing her boobs off on television. They are small but firm, not quite large enough or close enough to give any worthwhile cleavage, but very pleasant none-the-less.
Winston takes a couple of steps toward her now – noting how pink she is – without clothes he knows that she is one of those things he is allowed to fuck.
“He seems keen to get acquainted…” She says as she peels her panties down her thighs – the gusset sticking to her pussy lips as she pulls them down, clearly quite wet.
And now she’s walking over toward him – moving much slower than she did when walking from room to room, making a point of going one foot infront of the other, almost crossing her long legs on every step, a deliberately sexy, short stride… He watches her as she approaches, moving his head around a little as he continues to try and figure out where he is.
When she reaches him, she bends forward and puts a hand out to stroke his head, fingers dancing down the side of his ear and onto her face, tickling/scratching. He pushes sideways toward the touch, twisting his head around, clearly loving it. She’s a natural!
She moves her hand back over his head and down his neck, looking back at our camera and commenting that, “He’s very rough… And quite warm…”
After a couple of seconds of stroking she drops down into a crouch next to the pink monster, her back to us so that even though her knees are apart we can’t see her pussy.
The camera on the other side of the pig can see her face, but not much of her body because the fat beast is in the way. Seeing her this close, her attractive and delicate features next to the animal, is very agreeable.
She continues to stroke his rough skin and short bristly hairs, leaning toward us and looking into camera as she presses her little boobs up against his side. Moving around a little to rub them against him. Making a point of raising one eyebrow to camera, letting us know that she’s in complete control.
“He feels very rough… So beastly… Very very beastly…” She says, her accent far too clean and high class for someone doing this.
She stretches the moment out, enjoying the dirty feeling of his bristles against her breasts… Her head back a little and her letting out a little sigh, the corners of her mouth curving up into a little smile.
Meanwhile, Winston is still looking around the room as if he just can’t figure out exactly what he’s doing here. Grunting and stumbling forward a little.
“I think he’s getting a little impatient…” She says, with that toffee smooth voice, looking back into the camera and raising that eyebrow again. “Well, who am I to keep a piggy wiggy waiting?” She knows she’s so far above this – her sense of superiority drips from every word… But that doesn’t stop her from turning to the side and dropping to her knees, then leaning forward onto her hands and knees beside the ugly beast.
Winston continues to stumble forward for a second or two before realising that the woman is now on the floor, in position – then he turns, a slow, awkward turning circle, until he is behind her, dropping his snout down to her backside, snorting… Dropping his nose further, between her slim thighs – to her pussy, still snorting. Elizabeth remains remarkably still throughout – like she doesn’t have any fear at all about this fat animal being so close to her sexual quarter… Looking back over her shoulder at him with a look on her face that suggests she’s still in total control despite him almost as big as her.
“How do I smell?” She asks him, raising her eyes to the camera again to comment, “I’d hope I’m up to the required standard!”
The pig moves forward, almost as if he’s trying to answer her question, his big head rising up over her arse – the sound of his breathing rising, the breaths speeding up as he makes his move. His front legs outside her thighs, reaching up for her back, scraping against her…
She edges forward – conceding ground for the first time… Angling her back, pushing her butt forward and away from him, letting out a little sound of discomfort (not a yelp or a scream, just a little grunt). The move forcing the pig to drop his front trotters to the floor again and back away a little… But he comes right back at her – and as she eases her arse back into position, he goes right back to the same method of mounting… Head over her arse, chest against her, front legs around the sides and up onto her back, trotters digging into her flesh… And her, once again, pulling away from him…
“I’m sorry…” Not a stressed apology, very matter-of-fact.
We cut to a shot of our high-class whore as she walks across the large room to an armchair and picks a rug up off the polished floor infront of it. It’s the kind of rug that looks nothing special, but you just know it’s worth thousands.
She carries it back toward us – then we cut to a shot of her back on the floor, on her knees, leaning forward onto one arm, using the other to pull the rug over her back so that it hangs down on either side of her – from her arse, up to slightly beyond her shoulders, not quite hiding her head. When she turns to look at our camera again, we can see most of her face peering out from an arc of the rug.
With the rug on her back, and her leaning forward on her elbows with her arse in the air, she looks ready for him – our big pink star waddles up behind her again, repeating that process one more time – his breath rasping again as he brings his head up and over her arse, chest against her, one leg lifting up beside her – trotter onto the rug over her back – then pushing down to raise her whole body up onto her… Her body visibly bends under his weight – her knees sliding a little on the floor.
He pulls himself forward, his other leg up onto her rug protected back and using both trotters to heave himself into position – it only takes half the length of his huge bulk to pretty much cover her.
Our front angle camera catches the strain on her face as she takes his weight, his head coming into frame over hers. His big mouth hanging open, his breath ragged. Her smiling a little, despite the strain, as she looks up and across at his ugly features.
We cut to a low side angle of the pig’s belly over Lady Elizaneth’s behind, a couple of inches of his strange skinny cock already showing from the prepuce in the middle of her abdomen. We see her twat properly for the first time – very neat and tidy, nice little folded pussy lips, almost like a cracked coconut…
He begins to shunt his rear end around, pushing that strange cock toward her pussy… Her reaching back between her smooth thighs to try and help him…
He shuffles his trotters forward on her rug-covered back, his hind legs clicking on the hard floor – edging his prepuce closer to her posh cunt… The tip of that strange cock beginning to curl a little as he edges closer… Despite the pig’s rasping breathing, we can hear our lady grunting as she handles his weight shifting on her back. Her slim arms and legs lack the muscles required to really handle this weight.
Her fingers find the end of the twisty cock and push it up toward her pussy lips… Slipping it between them – her body jerking a little under him as he shifts his bodyweight again, thrusting at her from behind.
The cock might be skinny, but it’s length – and its alien nature – are enough to get a positive reaction from Lady Elizabeth. She gasps, “OOooooohhhh gosh!” as it slips in, and then “Ooohhhh mmnnnnn!” as he pumps a second time. We can see more shaft slithering and twisting out of his body, and can tell that it’s sliding straight into hers from the noises she continues to make.
We pull back to a wide shot, taking a moment to note again how much bigger he is that her – how much uglier – how grotesque this act truly is… Watching as he shuffles around over her, his back hunching and hips shivering as he drives his long, skinny cock into her pussy. His movements inching the rug down her back until her head is more exposed, only stopping when the edge of it is lodged between his belly and his prepuce…
She barely moves under this assault, under the rug – focussing all of her energy on supporting his weight, rather than on the cock twisting and sliding in her cunt. Gasping as the hard tip twists and turns inside her, rubbing against her g-spot.
His giant head resting down lower, beyond the rug, resting down on her head, his lower jaw against her hair, his mouth inches away from her face – pig breaths hard and loud, rasping and almost evil.
She looks at him, then at the camera, and then licks her lips – more to wet them than to be seductive. Her breathing laboured, from the strain AND the excitement. “Daddy can you see me?” She gasps, a little smile flicking over her face. “Are you proud?”
Before she can savour the joy of taunting her father through the camera, she suddenly lurches forward a couple of inches and her expression changes to one of increased pleasure – her mouth opening into an “O” shape.
We cut back to the rear end to see the cause of the pleasure… The cock apparently being driven deeper than before, and there’s a sudden, steady drip-drip-drip of cum leaking from her high-class snatch.
She’s shivering – her legs shaking – as the cock corkscrews into her, and cum drips out… The drip-drip steadily becoming a dribble… Intermittent dribbles as the pig’s cock thrusts and pumps, apparently independent of his hindquarters – just screwing out of her belly and into hers… More cum dribbling out – running down her thighs to the tops of her stocking, or just dropping to the floor… Forming a little puddle of sticky grey goo all over the nice clean boards.
Around the front again to look into her face, a look of detached pleasure – mouth round, eyes narrow. The camera lights shining under her body, between her arms – illuminating her under the rug so we can get a better look at her lovely little boobs hanging down.
She drops her head to look down under herself, taking advantage of the light to check out the puddle between her knees. “Oh my… Look at all that mess…” She looks back up into camera, almost sighing the words, “All.. Over.. Daddy’s.. Floor..”
And we cut back to the rear shot to look at the cum dribbling from her pussy again, watching it pour out around his skinny pink cock, over her pussy lips, and down into that puddle on the floor.
We linger on the shot for long enough to get an idea of how non-stop and relentless this ejaculation is… One dribble after another, soaking her pussy, her inner thighs, and the floor. The puddle stretching out to touch both of her knees. There are thicker, grey lumps within the watery mass – the jism congealing, trying to form a plug even though there’s no pussy to plug…
And then, in a wide-shot, we watch as the pig shuffles back, pushing his trotters down on the rug on her back, pushing up (pushing her shoulders down – making her gasp as she struggles with his weight again), and then shuffling backwards… Pulling away from her.
In the close-up we watch his cock slipping back out of her, retracting back into his belly… More cum spilling out of the rich slut’s pussy… She pauses, staying in position, and waiting – showing off her shiny pussy. Cum still dribbling out. Her breathing calm but clearly excited…
Reaching back to grab the rug and pull it off to the side, uncovering her back – red marks where the pig’s trotters and knees have been pressing down on her, the pattern of the rugs woven underside pressed into her flesh.
We move back to another close-up of our guest’s pussy, watching as another thick plug of cum eases out of her and drops down to the floor – plopping into the puddle.
Back to a wide-shot – watching as she turns around on hands and knees, turning back toward the puddle. Moving around to get a good look at it. Making an “Mmmmmm” sound – then looking up at our camera again to says, “That looks… Delightful…”
She crawls forward a little further, her hands on either side of the puddle, her face above it… “I don’t think I’ve been quite depraved enough, yet!” She smiles. “Fucking a pig doesn’t quite cover it…”
We see the pig stumbling away, moving his immense bulk over toward the door. He knows he’s done his job, he’s ready to leave, and he even remembers the way he came in.
She pauses, looking at us, then at the puddle… Then at us again, a little smile spreading over her face… And then she lowers her face to the puddle, puckering her lips toward it – face lowering… Her lips making contact with the puddle – kissing the floor, through the pig-spunk… Her tongue snaking out, licking the cum covered floor… And then – noisily sucking it up. We see the fluid around her lips sucking up into her mouth, and then we see her slowly swallowing it, savouring it… Sighing… “Ooooooh gosh… What am I doing..?”
And repeat… Moving her mouth to the side, a fresh spot in the puddle of jizz… Her lips disappearing into it, mouth slightly open, sipping it up, then licking the floor with the flat of her tongue. “Mmmmmmmm!”
Her tongue sweeping through the sperm until she finds a little lump of cum-plug… Sucking that in and closing her mouth around it… Slowly and deliberately biting down into it. Chewing. The expression on her face a combination of excitement at what she’s doing, and disgust at how it feels and tastes in her mouth. A lesser woman might spit it out, but this lady is high class. No matter how it tastes, she will chew until she can swallow – and then she’ll swallow…
Swallow she does… Still on her hands and knees, straining to force it down her gullet, but doing her best to not let it show. Job done, she smiles, then drops her lips back to the floor – kissing the cum again, then turning her face on its side and pressing her cheek to the puddle, wetting her hair… Then turning her head the other way, her other cheek in the cum, sticky strands of hair soaking it up too… Angling forward to get cum on her forehead, into her hair…
Looking up into camera – her face wet with cum, her hair sticky. Then she beds her arms, a push up in reverse, lowering herself into the puddle – letting her tits dangle into the cum, pressing them down, using the pig-spunk as lubricant against the polished boards. Sliding around on her chest. Smearing that spunk around, polishing a square meter of the floor.
She moves from face down, tits in cum – extending her arms, pushing herself up onto all fours again, then flips herself over onto her tight little behind. Sitting in the puddle, facing us, her hands by her sides, palms and fingers down in the wetness. Her stockings laddered, her face, tits and belly all shiny from pig spunk, hair plastered to her cheeks.
She looks into camera again – and somehow, despite being naked and covered in pig spunk, she still manages to look classy. Sweeping wet hair away from her face, and licking her lips again – this time to clear wetness away. Another little smile, and then, “I think that will suffice for this afternoon. Thank you very much.”
It’s clear from the look on her face that she’s had fun, and that she won’t be providing us with any further insights or information… So we pause on her pretty, but sloppy, face, as she gives us one more smile – then fade out.
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