We fade up on the impressive façade of one of the oldest and most famous Churches in the United Kingdom. The huge limestone structure, with its Gothic style arches and spires, stands against a grey sky backdrop, but the dull weather isn’t keeping the tourists away – there’s many a history/church buff here, snapping away with their cameras and phones – and more than a few of them are taking an interest in our camera crew as we film the front of the church.
Then we see our subject for this week… She’s a very pleasant, unthreatening, some would say plain looking middle-aged woman. Long, shiny dark brunette hair hangs down well over her narrow shoulders. She’s slim, with no particular shape to her – and her anonymous, casual clothing isn’t doing anything to enhance what little she’s got – but as she turns away from the cathedral and walks toward us, her smile is wide and genuine. She’s happy to be on camera…
She introduces herself with a bouncy, friendly, well-spoken accent, “Hello, I’m Rosemary Bramble. I’m 51, married, two children two grandchildren… I’m a Health Visitor with Kent Community Health, and… Well… You know why I’m here…”
We cut to Rosemary’s interview – conducted INSIDE the cathedral, her sitting in one of the pews, our camera crew infront of her and to her side, filming from both angles. For the record, the security staff did check our filming permits, which stated that we were from the BBC, and were recording a segment for an upcoming show about faith. Looking at our guest, it’s not surprising they believed it.
In close-up, very relaxed and chatty… “This place is very special to me… I was raised Church of England, but that isn’t saying much… I was raised VERY Church of England, because daddy was a minister… Not here, but not far away. I used to think that because we were just down the road he might be promoted to Archbishop and work here – he used to think that was so cute… So, this place has special memories of my childhood…”
She pauses, thinking back… “When I was a little girl, I was a very good little girl… I never went out with friends after school, I didn’t drink or smoke… I didn’t even have a boyfriend until I went away to university… But what I did have, was fantasy… We never watched tv at home, we read books. Daddy loved history books and mummy loved fantasy books. I used to go into her bedside table and pick up whatever she had been reading and just sit on the bed and read that. Tolkien, Terry Brooks, Anne McCaffery…” She smiles at the memory.
“Then one day I found a book on her bedside table,” she continues, “And I start to read it, and it was different to the other books… It was all werewolves and virgins… Very sensual – very sexual… Lots of scenes of wenches in taverns being used and abused by the tough men of the village… Then there was a sequence where a man turns into a werewolf, and just as it looked like her was going to eat the girl, he raped her instead… Well, not rape – but it certainly wasn’t ‘making love’… I read it over and over… I was probably about 15… It was a real eye opener… I absolutely adored it. I found it in the dustbin a few days later – mummy must have got to one of the ‘good bits’ and decided it wasn’t for her… So I took it out and kept it for myself… Then bought the author’s other books… Which were all very similar, thankfully… I looked for other books, but wasn’t sure where to start – you can’t exactly go to the library and ask the librarian which books include bestial love… Years later, when the internet was in full swing I found hundreds of similar stories – beasts with young maidens… Then I discovered actual dogsex stories… Then videos… My lord, my mind was blown… And the feeling has been growing in me ever since.”
Telling the story takes years off her – smiling and animated she looks almost like a goofy schoolgirl for a moment. Then the smile wavers, and those years come racing back. “I’m here today because in the last few years I’ve lost both mummy and daddy, and at the same time I’ve become Granny Rose… It’s all been a big shock to me… I’ve gone from being the daughter, to the matriarch of the family. And to be perfectly honest – I don’t feel I lived enough of my own life to be the one with all the wisdom… It doesn’t make any sense, I know, but I thought a perfect thing to do would be to fulfill my dreams before it’s too late… And that’s why we’re here today… To make my dreams come true…”
We cut to a wider shot of her with our film crew – the interview continuing. Then cut back to close-up as she moves onto another thought. “I’d love to do it right here… Anywhere inside this place. It would be amazing… The sound out it – hearing everything echoing back at me… But, um, I’m sure we’d get kicked out as soon as things started – because I can be a bit noisy when I’m having fun…” She half blushes. “I don’t think we’d be here long before security arrived… And I’m probably not pretty enough for them to want to just watch while I finish… Ha ha…”
One of our technicians notes that, “We would be able to get a dog in here anyway…” and Rosemary reacts by putting one finger on her nose and pointing the other straight at him.
We cut to our alternate location, a quiet corner of a much smaller church – far less impressive. Unlike the Cathedral there’s nobody here other than Rosemary and our crew.
Rosemary is already stripped out of her boring outer layer of clothing, showing off her red body-stocking/bustier and panty combination, and black stockings. Her boobs are unimpressive, hidden away behind the bra section of the bustier, her belly and hips a little soft, legs looking good in the stocking though, she obviously keeps herself active.
She looks around, just to make sure no one is coming (she doesn’t know that we’ve paid the custodian to take the afternoon off, we’ve got the church all to ourselves for the afternoon), as she chat’s casually to our crew, not realising the cameras (and microphones) are on right now.
“Wolves, werewolves – are a turn-on… So, something wolf-like would be nice, like a German Shepherd or a Husky… But, I don’t really care what breed it is… I like the big ones, but they’re a bit scary, aren’t they… Scary is good though…” She laughs with the crew.
The main door to the church opens and sunlight floods in – backlighting the new arrivals… A round man, and a lean dog… The only thing missing is organ music to herald them, but the man does his bit to fill the silence, his booming, gruff voice echoing around the church. “Laaaaaa-deeez and gennlemen… Please welcome the ‘Ound from ‘Ell ‘imself…”
They step forward and we get a better look – fat Cockney wide-boy, and sleek black Doberman – Dennis and Casanova (the third). Dennis delivers his herald like a practiced barrow-lad in a market, he’s been waiting for the chance to let rip with it again after being side-lined by Charley’s ego for his last few appearences.
He walks his boy down the aisle like a proud father on a wedding day, and Rosemary waits for them at the alter… An embarrassed/excited little smile on her face. He continues talking as they approach, “It’s ‘is first time in the ‘ouse of the Lord, hopefully he don’t catch fire or explode… Here to take your soul and your doggy virginity… The one and only, Casanova the fird!”
As the man and his dog reach the alter, Rosemary crouches down to welcome them – well, the dog anyway… Reaching out with both hands, wiggling her fingers as she waits to make contact. She’s smiling the whole time – a nervous ‘what’s-next’ look on her face rather than a ‘come-to-me’ expression as Dennis walks Casanova around her rather than right to her… Closing in as she crouches, a little unbalanced as she tries to keep her eyes on the prize.
She talks to camera without looking up, “Well… He’s a bit scary… So… Check that one off the list…” A nervous little laugh. “Doesn’t look like a wolf, but certainly some kind of scary monster from the darkness…” Another little laugh, reaching out as he is parade infront of her…
Dennis finally lets his pet close enough to the lady and she greets him with an unsure rub on the chest, the neck, and the sides – Casanova reacting almost as if he doesn’t want a big fuss. Turning away from each hand.
“Hello Casanova… Hello… This is all for you!” She says, keeping her ankles together but nervously letting her knees spread wide apart, opening her black stockinged and white flesh thighs, reaching down and pulling her red panties to the side to show him her hairy pussy and big pussy lips. He doesn’t appear to be particularly interested yet.
Dennis moves over and crouches down behind Casanova to join in with the stroking whilst interviewing our guest.
“’andsome, isn’t he?” Dennis asks. More a boast than a question.
Rosemary answers, “He’s very handsome… But… I get the impression he’s not really that interested in me…” She says nervously. “Am I doing something wrong?”
“Noooo…” Dennis laughs, “Not yet, anyway… He’s probly just a bit confused by this building… The sound is funny, must be fucking wif ‘is ears… ‘e’ll settle daaan…” He keeps stroking the dog’s head and neck from behind whilst Rosemary strokes him from the front.
There doesn’t appear to be anything wrong with Rosemary, and she certainly didn’t smell bad on set. Definitely no worse than Dennis.
“So… Is it the depravity the turns you on the most?” Dennis asks, taking his chance to ‘host’ a step further.
Our guest half blushes again, smiling and nodding a little. “Yes… I think so… Dogs have been a turn-on for a long time, but the idea of doing it in a church, behind my husband’s back… All of that… I’m such a ‘nice’ person – the idea of doing something that’s just totally disgusting… It’s a massive turn-on. People watching me on television just being used…”
Dennis leans forward, reaching beyond the dog, “Let’s see if we can do something to raise his temperature… And yours…” He takes her hand off the side of the dog and moves it down between her legs, placing the respectable little lady’s fingers over her pussy – and at the same time, leans in further to kiss her – mouth to mouth, Dennis’s cracked and full lips, whiskery face up against Rosemary’s nervous thin lips. She half smiles again just before they make contact – then reacts half with shock/disgust, and half with delight.
It’s not a passionate kiss, just a mood setter… Dennis introducing his guest to depravity… Want a beast? Want disgusting? Kiss a fat bloke before you fuck his dog… Getting some juices flowing… By the end of the kiss Rosemary’s smile seems a little more relaxed, and Casanova is suddenly beginning to show an interest in her exposed pussy. Sniffing at it and wagging his tail a little.
Dennis shows his guest how to stroke the dog’s belly, to grope his sheath and feel the shaft within. Teaching teacher her to wank it. Talking her through it as she alternates from looking at what she’s doing to the beast, to looking up at Dennis’s fat face, looking for approval from her ‘teacher’.
Every now and then Dennis will lean forward to plant another kiss on her thin lips, breaking off and giving the occasional wink to the camera to show that this is for show, he has no particular interest in this woman. He’s just degrading her more than the dog would… As the process goes on, it’s Rosemary that starts to make the first move – leaning over to kiss him above his dog’s head.
Pretty soon Casanova is ready for action – and so is Rosemary… Our host’s kisses have warmed her up, her pussy is wet, and she’s keen to get a cock inside her…
We cut to a wide shot of her, upright, on her hands… Dropping the thin shoulder strings of her lingerie off to the side and allow the bustier to drop a little, then peeling it down over her little boobs. Still covering most of her belly and concealing a little pot-belly she was a little shy about.
She allows Dennis to reach over and squeeze her boobs, first one – then the other, as if he’s checking out fruit at the supermarket… “Small ones are more juicy…” He jokes, and she smiles again. Clearly simultaneously appalled and aroused by his rough touch.
Then she’s bending forward, onto her hands, those little titties hanging down, her belly sagging down a little (mostly obscured by the bustier pulled down around her middle), her behind in the air, her panties still pulled over to one side of her pussy – whilst Dennis positions the big Doberman behind her.
Casanova is certainly more interested now – still not exactly horny, but definitely showing signs… So Dennis physically lifts his front end up, placing him on the smaller woman’s back, positioning his front legs on either side of the lady’s belly… He settles there, making sure he gets a good grip on her, paws around her middle, belly against her arse…
“Oh gosh…” Gasps Rosemary, tensing up as reality kicks in, the idea of what she’s about to do really hitting home – and Dennis reaches in under the his pet’s hindlegs and takes hold of his shaft, pumping it a few times to get the tip of his famous cock exposed again – then aiming that tip for Rosemary’s pussy… Slipping it inside then giving the beast another quick wank to get him started…
He warns her, “Okay, get ready for this…”
It takes three attempts, but on the third – with his cock poking out, pushed between the guest’s pussy lips, jerked off and started up like an old engine… Then suddenly the beast takes control… And the great lover is happily pumping his cock into Rosemary… Pushing her forward, the immediate force of his thrusting forcing her to drop from her hands to her forearms.
As soon as his dog is started, Dennis makes sure he gets out of the shot. Falling backwards onto his fat arse and sitting, almost cross-legged, a few feet to the side of the action. Ready to enjoy the show.
We cut to a perfect side shot in time to see the Doberman pounding into her from behind, his front legs hooked around her hips, paws between her thighs, under her pelvis. Stained-glass windows in the background filtering coloured sunlight over the scene as he pumps at a hundred thrusts per minute, and every one of them makes her little boobs to jiggle. Rosemary remains quiet throughout, lips together, eyes almost closed, turning her head toward the camera, and half looking at us – almost smiling…
Our camera moves around behind her and drops down to the floor – looking up between their legs… The shaft of Casanova’s big cock slipping and sliding in and out of her pussy – fast and easy. She’s taken her upper body weight onto one arm so she can reach down with the other – more to control his scraping paws than anything to do with his cock or her pussy…
Back in the side angle, we watch him ramming his hairy bulk against her pale fleshy backside. Bumping up against her, making the backside ripple, the body shake, titties jiggle… Her mouth hanging open, corners turned up, no sound coming out… Just a silent smile.
As we watch, the angle of the beast’s back changes – he moves his hindpaws further up between her knees – bringing his rear end even closer to her, his cock pounding right into her, as deep as possible… Turning that smile to a wince…
He holds her tighter, his front legs pulling under her, his chest pressing down on her back… And stops moving – holding himself against her…
She lets out a loud yelp (which echoes through the stone room)… Throwing her head back, her chest thumping – jerking forward… Struggling to breath… Shaking… Gasping for air… Her hand leaving the dog’s paws and reaching back to grab at his thigh – holding him in place… Moaning softly… Turning her face away from the camera…
“Come on, darlin’” encourages Dennis.
She doesn’t need his encouragement – barely thirty seconds of fucking, including taking the knot, and she’s already cumming… Unable to verbalise it… Unable to breath even… Just trying to stay alive as her heart races at double speed, her every nerve tingles, and her pussy catches fire from inside. Shaking… Shivering… Trying to breath… Trying to remember to breath…
We move around to the other side of the action, and into a close up of her face – looking right at her eyes to catch her reaction as Dennis tells her…
“’e’s cumming in your cunt, cunt! How does it feel to be a genuine dogslut?”
Rosemary looks more shocked than happy or upset – despite the big cock jammed into her pussy and the hard pounding she’s received, this is the first time it’s really dawned on her that dog-jism is being squirted into her body. “Yesssss!” She gasps, like she’s celebrating scoring a goal…
Back in the wide-angle we can see the beast holding onto her little frame – his legs firm around her middle, his belly hard against her arse. We drop down to look at his balls – hanging low, but pulsing and quivering with each spurt of spunk into his human bitch.
Back to Rosemary’s face – her eyes closed as she soaks up the post-orgasmic glow, and the sensations of dog cum being ejaculated out into her pussy. She doesn’t say anything, doesn’t moan, she’s breaths hard. The look of complete contentment on her face says more than words ever could.
We pull back to the wide angle again to look at the big dog on her back, how big and mean he is compared to her – how vulnerable and slight she looks under him… At the way she’s supporting his weight on her back, the way he’s gripping her around the hips and against her thighs, the way she’s gripping his thigh. All the time, her breathing hard, her small boobs shaking, leaning forward on her forearm – her mouth hanging open..
We slowly track around behind her, dropping down lower to look up between her legs again and check out the always amazing sight of a fat dog cock stuffed into a tight human pussy. She may have given birth twice, she may be grandmother – but her pussy has never experienced a this kind of treatment.
We move in for an ultra-close-up of her pussy – graphic and minute details from our ultra-high-tech cameras… A steady trickle of the dog’s thin white/grey cum dribbling down from her pussy, dripping down… Falling into a glass that Dennis is holding under her. There’s not a lot in there, but the bottom of the glass is covered, and there’s more coming the whole time.
We stick with her for the whole of the tie… Minutes passing as we look at her face (blowing her cheeks out, baring her teeth, surviving rather than enjoying the knot), her body (shaking and shining with a light film of sweat), her pussy (wrapped around that ugly meat, dripping more cum to the glass)… She holds position as we watch, the cock moving very slightly, contracting and shrinking – the girth reducing by maybe millimetre-a-minute, the knot slowly but surely easing back into view…
Back to her face to see that she’s looking semi-exhausted, red faced, but still managing to smile for our cameras.
“’ow’s that knot?” Checks Dennis. “Still nice ‘n tight?”
Rosemary takes a little breath and looks up at her lover’s owner, flashes another little smile to him, and half-speaks, her words not quite making it out clearly, “It’s… Gud…” Then wincing and breathing through the moment…
“Do you like the feeling of him cumming in your twat?”
Rosemary smiles again, this time a reaction – she clearly likes the feeling. She forces the words out this time, “I luv it!” Then another wince…
He continues, with a wicked glint in his eye, “You’ll be drinking it soon…”
The little slut can’t hide her smile this time. “Yeah…”
We cut back to that close-up of Casanova’s fat knot working its way out of her pussy. The trickle of cum now stopped, clearly blocked by this fat ball of muscle filling out her pussy lips… Right on the edge of popping out… We can hear Rosemary breathing harder than before, letting out little whimpers… Then…
“OOohhhh!” – short and sudden pain as the knot pops free, the shaft of his cock, semi-erect, sliding out after it, leaving a gaping pussy behind it, and a stream of dog-spunk spilling out of it like a little waterfall – pouring down into the glass that Dennis brings up to the pussy in order to catch every drop.
Rosemary falls forward onto her chest, her arse still up in the air, dog cum streaming from her cunt and collecting in the glass between her thighs. Dennis grabs his dog by the collar and keeps him close by… Turning his head to calm him. “There’s a good boy… Was that fun? You did a good job… Good boy… Look at all this lovely spunk!!”
We cut back to a close-up of the glass with a good shot of its heady little brew building up. Not enough to quench a thirst – but more than enough to make any girl feel like a true slut.
We cut to a few minutes later – Rosemary sitting up behind Casanova, resting on her arse with a leg on either side of him. She’s just taking hold of his fat cock, which has been handed to her by Dennis. It’s back to full size having shrunk a little inside the little slut… Dennis has helped him a little off camera, giving him a quick wank to get him re-warmed before our guest takes her turn.
Rosemary sweeps her long hair out of her face, a little smile flickering over her face as she leans in, licking her lips quickly, opening her mouth and taking the end of his hot, fat cock inside, letting the tip slide back along her tongue, looking a little over excited as she does it. We can see her chest heaving as she takes deeper breaths around him.
She holds the animal’s cock toward her face as she pushes her face toward him, sucking the shaft in, then slides it back, the shaft extra shiny from her saliva.
She’s savouring the moment, enjoying having a dog’s cock in her mouth than using it to fuck her face. Enjoying the taste of it… Sucking it in and out to make things feel nice for the dog – and just to experience the sensation of being a truly dirty slut. She slips her spare hand down between her thighs to rub her pussy as she sucks. Humming and moaning quietly around the cock.
We watch the whole thing in one long close-up shot. Sticking with her as she sucks on it for a couple of minutes, non-stop. She doesn’t bring herself to another climax, but seems to enjoy the fingering all the same.
When she finally removes the cock from her mouth, it’s because she’s had enough – not because the dog wants to stop, and not because she’s cum. She pulls it away from her mouth, a line of saliva drooping from it. Looks down at the floor, then up at the camera, looking elated but a little surprised by what she’s just done.
Casanova drops to the floor infront of his bitch, half turning and giving himself a cleansing lick as she kneels upright behind him.
Dennis checks with her, “How do you feel?”
Rosemary shrugs. “I’m not sure… I feel pretty disgusted with myself… But I like it.”
“If you feel disgusted with yourself now, just imagine how you’ll feel when you get this down you?” He raises the glass of cum and shakes it a little, swilling the measure of cum at the bottom.
Rosemary takes it from her, saying “Don’t mind if I do…”, and holds it up to her nose, sniffing it, pulling a little face to indicate that it doesn’t have much of a smell. Pausing to look around the room…
We cut away to a couple of shots of the respectable old building – the crosses and the images of Christ, the pulpit and the pews, the organ… Everything so clean, old and formal… And then back to our guest as she offers us another half-smile, and brings the glass up to her lips…
She tips it back into her mouth – slowly – and lets the liquid spill over her lip and inside… Swallowing it back slow, then sipping the rest back and swallowing that too. She pulls a little face that suggests she doesn’t like the taste, but loves the feeling…
She reaches out to stroke Casanova’s rear end, and he looks around toward her. “Thank-you” she says, leaning toward him as he twists around toward her – pushing her wet lips out and offering him a kiss… He responds with a few playful licks at her face, cleaning some of his cum off her lips, leaving plenty of his slobber behind in return…
Dennis let’s out a deliberately loud, “’Allelujah!” in celebration of the moment, and it echoes around the large space, bringing another smile to our guest’s face.
We fade out on the happy couple with her looking as close to content as she’s looked throughout her first bestial experience.
We fade back in on an image of Rosemary standing next to Dennis, with Casanova sleeping on the floor at their feet. She’s pulled her bustier back up and hooks the slinky little straps back over her shoulders – her panties are back over her pussy – stockings still on, but one of them is badly laddered and there’s a red welt on her thigh where the dog’s nails have caught her in the heat of the moment.
Dennis is chatting to her, getting post-fuck comments, his questions coming in his gruff and loud, but very friendly accent, “Would you do it again, then?”
Rosemary looks down at the dog, then up at Dennis, struggling to suppress her little smile. “Yes… Yes, I think I probably will…” She pauses. “Quite a bit…” And she laughs a little at her own smuttiness.
“What was your favourite bit?”
“All of it… I felt like a different person from the second it started… Being mounted, penetrated… Knotted… That tie… All of it… Then sucking it… Drinking… All of it.” She’s smiling throughout, sweeping her long dark hair from one side of her head to the other, playing with it, winding fingers through it.
“And, how do you think your family will react to finding out you’re such a dirty slut?”
She takes a deep breath, rolls her head a little, breaking another smile. “Ooooh, I don’t know about that… They’ll be shocked… Upset, probably… Hubby will probably be more upset about me kissing you than shagging the dog… He’ll just want to know if I enjoyed the dog more than I enjoy him…”
“And did you?”
She pauses again, trying to suppress another smile, then nods. “Yes… Yes I did…”
“Good girl…” Says Dennis, looking down proudly at his dog. Then back to her, “Finally… This was your life-long dream… You’ve done it now… What’s next?”
The formerly respectable housewife and mother of two pauses, still playing with her hair as she thinks. “Well…” She begins, still considering her options. “I suppose no one is ever going to look at me the same way again… So I may as well say what I’m really thinking… If I could do anything now – I’d think I’d like to share a dog, or a wolf, that would be better… Share a wolf with my daughter-in-law… I’m looking forward to finding out what she thinks about all of this – because I’ve thought she was a sexy little minx ever since my son brought her home the first time!!”
Dennis smiles, “Well, good luck with that… I can’t help you with a wolf, but if she wants to play, Casanova is always available…” He shuffles a little closer to his guest, leaning toward her. “And so am I…” He purses his lips and she laughs… Pushing him away, making it very clear that she only kissed him to get things started with his dog – and we fade out on that image.
THE END, for another week.
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