We’re looking through the front windscreen of a car as it drives along a country-lane, following a motorcycle that moves smoothly around the lane ahead of us… The rider appears to be slim, almost certainly a woman, wearing red and white leathers and a white helmet – a couple of inches of brunette hair flapping out of the bottom at the back of her neck.
She slows down and sits upright, half turning toward us – one hand up to wave at us to follow her… Then leaning forward, low to the fuel tank, twisting the throttle and racing away from us.
We chase, trying to keep up, but she’s like a bullet – positively racing away from us.
Cut to a few minutes later, now moving along a narrow road through a country town – whitewashed buildings built almost right up to the edge of the road, just the narrowest of footpaths… Lots of greenery, all whizzing by. Then turning into an even smaller lane and pulling up infront of a little house…. And sitting outside the house, on her bike, waiting, with her helmet already off, is our woman.
She’s old… Not ancient, but older than you’d expect to see on a motorcycle like this. Dark hair down over her shoulders frames a square face. Her skin is in good condition, the lines around her eyes and mouth suggesting she’s spent a lot of her life smiling.
We hear her in voice-over, her accent northern, chirpy – close to Scouse, but not quite. “I’m Daphne Hall, but everyone calls me Dee… I’m 59 years old, and I’m from Dunham-on-the-Hill in Cheshire.”
We cut to a close-up of her, still astride her bike, chatting directly to camera. “It’s a long story… Sorry if it takes too long, like…”
From now on we cut and chop through the interview – editing out huge chunks of chit-chat and background info that our viewers don’t need to hear… She’s lived alone for years and she’s got a lot of chatting to do.
“I grew up here in the 60s and 70s, and it was borin’ as hell… I used to see biker gangs coming through – Hell’s Angels… Big, dirty men on their big dirty bikes, and I loved it.”
We cut to a wider angle, looking at her on the bike, looking like it’s a part of her, she’s so comfortable on it. “Motorbikes were like freedom to me… I couldn’t wait to get out and travel around… So, I left when I was 16, with one of the gangs.”
The front of her leathers is partially unzipped and some cleavage is visible – we occasionally cut to a close-up of it, or to her lips, particularly when she’s talking about sex.
“The rules back then were, if you’ll do one of the boys, you’ll do any of the boys – so I did all of them… I was 16 and I was basically just there to have sex. I loved it… It was crazy… And it was like that for, like, a decade… 10… 11 years…”
“I had a boyfriend in the gang… Like, one lad that I was actually ‘with’, but he liked to pass me around to his mates… He liked to watch. He boasted about how tight I was, like… I didn’t mind… I mean, it was fun – I felt like I was somethin’ special… But it was the kind of thing that if you didn’t do what you were told, you’d be left behind at the motorway services… If you were lucky… If you were unlucky, they’d punish you… Some girls didn’t like to be shared, that was their punishment… There was a lot of rape with the new girls… I didn’t like that, but they shouldn’t have got on the bike if they weren’t willing to pay the fare, like…” She smiles, a casual dismissal of the rape of her fellow gang-bitches.
“There was one girl – Ally – I don’t know why they even kept her around, because she really pissed the guys off. I mean, no one actually liked her… Every time we went through Leeds they would meet up with this guy who had a big dog, and they’d make us stand in a circle whilst he fucked her… She didn’t enjoy it…”
“I actually got jealous of her… Everyone watchin’ whilst she did that… And even though she didn’t enjoy it, I did… I wanted to be her – in the middle of the circle, with the dog fucking me… And everyone watchin’… I used to try and figure out how to piss the boys off – hoping I’d get thown to the dogs… But my fella… He was the type who was more likely to beat the shit out of you, or throw you off a moving bike, that make you have sex with a dog…” She shrugs. “So I didn’t do anything. I just kept watching her do it… Until the dog died, and not long after that they just left her at the services on the M1…”
“I never forgot those dog sessions… I used to think about them all the time…”
We change angles, having cut a good ten minutes of her life-story… “My man ended up in prison… The gang wasn’t the same without him… My dad died, and my mam got sick… So, I came home to look after her… And it took years for her to die, and I forgot all about bikes, and life on the road, and sex… And then, after she died, I bought this bike…” She indicates the bike she’s sitting on, “… And I started riding again… And then I started thinking about sex… And dogs… And that’s when I called you… I could have just bought a dog, had fun raising it here… But then I wouldn’t have had an audience…” Her smile speaks volumes.
We cut to inside her home, casual chatter between the crew and our guest as they set up their cameras, lights and microphones, and she prepares herself, unzipping her leathers all the way… Then a shot of her on the couch, with Richard, our sound-man, helping to pull the gear off her – exposing pale, tired looking flesh, moderately sized but saggy old boobs, well mauled over the years, a soft, slightly rounded belly, a well-trimmed pussy. She looks every bit of her 59 years. She laughs as Richard helps her undress, “It’s a long time since I was undressed by a man…”
Then she’s standing, naked, hands on hips, waiting as final adjustments are made to cameras – then bending to look out of the front window as a van pulls up outside. Big smile on her face as she runs to the front door, boobs swinging/bouncing… Open the door wide enough that she can see out, but the neighbours can’t see in… They’ll all be able to see her nude, and fucking a dog, soon enough, but she’s not giving away any previews.
“Oh fuck… He’s a bloody monster!” She exclaims as she watches the dog emerge from the back of the van (off camera)… We watch her reaction as he approaches, her mouth hanging open and curling up into an incredulous smile – then stepping back a little to open the door and let him in…
It’s a huge brown and white St Bernard that lives up to the name Goliath in more ways than one. He pads in, looks around – sees the cameras and lights, then swings around to look back at the door and sees the naked woman and immediately starts to wag his big hairy tail, letting out a low, ‘welcome’ bark.
She pushes the door shut and bends forward to greet him, and he immediately rushes toward her, pushing up against her legs – his weight making her stumble backward, and as she circles around behind her, almost buckling her knees to make her fall forward… It’s as if he wants her on the floor… As if…!
She welcomes him with a head and back rub when he’s in range, laughing and shooting quick looks up at our crew and cameras, making sure everyone is watching as she says “Hiya… Hiya…” to the beast as moves around sniffing at her pussy and arse, jumping up at her a couple of times – his front paws scraping at her thighs trying to over-balance her. She might not be young, or pretty, or have a great body – but he seems to think she’s worth fussing – because he’s more active than usual.
She bends forward a little as he jumps up infront of her, trying to catch his paws, but her coordination isn’t great, neither is her flexibility.
She finally gives up and stumbles back to the couch, laughing “He’s pushy, isn’t he?” as she drops onto the seat and lets her legs fall open… “I like pushy…” Then to him, “You just do wharever you want…”
His big tongue, long and wide and wet and warm, begins to slip and slop over her loose pussy lips – pushing them around, mashing them about, then splitting them and driving right up the middle – long and warm over her clit, making her gasps, moan and throw her head back against the back of the couch. She brings both hands onto the top of his big head and rests them there – not trying to control him, just enjoying the feeling of the short fur between her fingers…
Her forgets words and switches to quiet moans and gasps – her teeth exposed, and the corners of her mouth turned up as she takes all the pleasure that he’s willing to give her.
She just lays back and lets him lick her pussy… It’s clearly been a long time since anyone looked after her womanly needs and she’s not about to stop him. The smile spreading wider and wider, bringing her lips down and together, covering her teeth. She begins to breathe through her nose, long deep, loud intakes of air as she tries to control herself – wanting the feeling to last…
Taking one hand from his head and bringing it up to one of her soft little boobs, cupping it against her chest, massaging it… Her other hand still on the top of his head, touching rather than stroking… Humming and whining a little as his tongue slops between her pussy lips and driving deep inside her soft flesh… Making her whimper as she becomes increasingly sensitive to his every wet touch…
Her body begins to quiver and shake – a little more than we’re used to, for a second we worry she might be having some kind of seizure… And then she suddenly begins to gasp and moan, her mouth opening, her head thrown back against the cushions. “AAaaaahhhhhh…” The noise building up to an explosion of energy as she does what looks like a sit-up, or an ab-crunch, her whole body tightening up – and then releases herself, throwing back onto the couch and gasping as an orgasm rocks through her. Gasping, “Oh God!” loud.
Her fingers gripping the hair and flesh on the top of his head, making sure he doesn’t move away or stop… He doesn’t care just so long as this lovely taste keeps coming…
“Yes!” She squeals. “Oh yes… Oh fuckin’ hell… That’s… Oh fuuuuccckk… Don’t stop…”
He doesn’t… He looks like he’ll lick her all night if he’s allowed to… And she’s definitely happy for him to continue for as long as she can take it – bending forward over him to hold his head and keeping her thighs apart.
The more he licks, the more intense the feelings get in her crotch – and as a result she leans further forward, her belly gradually pushing down infront of his face and ultimately forcing him to back away, his big hairy tail wagging as he stomps from side-to-side waiting for a chance to get back in there… She takes a second to recover, then sits upright, her hands between her legs to shield her pussy from further licking.
“Fucking hell..!” She gasps, looking around the room with a huge, surprised smile on her face. “If I knew dog’s could lick like that I would have got one years ago… Never mind waitin’ for an audience…”
She looks over at the dog-handler, off camera, and asks, “Do he fuck as good as he licks?” Before he can answer, she continues, “No… Don’t tell me – I want it to be a surprise!!” She laughs.
And without any ceremony, she stands up (on shaky legs), turns around and then kneels down infront of the couch, placing her elbows on the seat, her soft belly hanging down, her arse presented to the dog…
Goliath steps back up and immediately digs his snout in between her thighs, burying it down under her sagging arse to start licking at her pussy again… She wriggles away from him, off the couch and falling to one side, rolling to sit on the floor – reaching up to rub him under his belly– rubbing his sheath… Grabbing at it, pumping a few times until he begins to jerk at her hand – the tip of his cock making an appearance almost immediately… “Thaaaaaaat’s it… Yeeaaahhhhh!”
She rolls back onto her hands and knees and inches forward so she can rest her forearms on the seat cushion again… And this time the huge dog moves over her, his head over her back as he pushes himself up against her arse, sliding ontop of her, his front legs wrapping around her soft belly, hairy belly on her back, his pointy cock tapping up against her old but very wet pussy lips.
It doesn’t take him long to get into her – just two or three short stabbing strokes before the tip of his cock has parted those big pussy lips, one more stroke before he’s inside… His cock growing rapidly as he thrusts into her cool flesh.
She gasps, “OOooohhhh Gaaaawd!” as if the air is being knocked out of her body with every thrust.
And now that unique Goliath fucking motion begins… Holding firm, leaning forward, rolling his back from the shoulders back to the hips and then snapping forward – thrusting his giant cock deep into her old cunt… “OOhhhh fucckkk!”
Another roll begins, from the front to the back, rolling slowly, building up power and than – “OOoooohhh fffuuuccccckkk!” She’s loud, and she’s happy…
This St Bernard – in full flow – is an impressive sight. He’s big, he’s powerful, he’s hairy… About as far from Dee as one can get. Her soft, pale flesh ripples under his high-power assault and she turns her head from one side to the other as she deals with the intense sensations. Greeting every hard thrust with another “OOoooohhhh fffuuccckkk!”
She is pushed forward against the couch, letting her arms push out infront of her, her shoulders dropping lower, her soft tits squashed against the cushion. Gritting her teeth and forcing a smile. The strain showing in her eyes.
We move in for a low-angle close-up of Dee’s old cunt, being stretched out and smashed hard by that fat cock… Cum dripping out at the top of her snatch as the shaft squishes flesh around. The noise down here is amazing – a combination of wet slurps and slaps – with the old girl’s moans and yelps muffled by her body…
We cut to a shot of Dee’s face – her mouth hanging open, but the top lip twisting up like something Elvis would do as she takes everything the beast gives to her. A real pounding, hard on her old body.
Even resting on the couch, the dog’s weight on her back is almost too much to take – and she gradually allows herself to lay forward, her tits now squashed flat on the seat material, her face too…
He gives her plenty of love, a couple of dozen hard strokes, before slowing down and pushing up hard against her back, making sure that this big dick of his is stabbed as deep into her flesh as possible, and then just holds steady on her back – pinning her the couch as he unloads his spunk into her old belly.
She takes a second to recover from the initial thudding fuck, catching her breath as the dog rests up against her back, then looks toward the camera and comments to us, in a horse whisper that suggests ongoing pain, “Oh fuck, he’s big…”
A crewmember notes that, “That’s the knot…”
Dee nods, gasping out “Ahhh… Okay…”
We pull back to take in the full picture – moving from one side to the other – noting that the dog’s thighs are still tensing a little as his balls and arse twitch.
We hear the same crew member checking with her, “Can you feel him cumming in you?” – and then see Dee nodding, her head on its side. “Yes… Hot… It feels very hot inside me…” She pauses, then smiles a little, “I like it…”
Goliath raises his head, the rest of his body still clamped over his bitch, shifting his weight forward a little and pushing her down against the couch as he looks around, his big tongue hanging out of his mouth… He seems to be smiling – this obviously feels pretty good to him as well!
We cut to a close-up of Dee, her face against the back of the seat, swallowing the pain, breathing through it as if she’s going through child-birth – but managing a little smile for us when she notes the camera infront of her again.
Then back to the wide shot, watching as dog holds position over her, clamped around her, pumping his spunk deep into her old belly. She’s under him, shivering slightly, holding the edges of the seat cushion with both hands. Silent, her expression somewhere between stinging pain, and heavenly tingles.
Now down to the floor for one of our graphic close-ups of the cock, stuffed between old and loose pussy lips, drips of cum seeping out and dripping close to the camera. Dee’s soft white thighs shaking slightly – the waves of pain from her throbbing cunt causing much more strain than the effort of supporting the big dog on her back.
As we watch, we see the knot slowly beginning to ease backwards out of her pussy – her lips spreading wider as the ugly ball of gristle slowly begins to crown… Stretching her out to the max, the sound of her moaning building – her breathing short and ragged… Sharp noises, “AAhhhhh… AAAAhhhhhhh AAAhhhhhh!”
And then there’s dog cum pretty much squirting out of her snatch and the knot half pops out… “AAooooohhhhhh! OOoohhhhhh! Shiiiiiit!” She gasps. “Oh my fucking God!”
Then the rest of the knot pulls free, and the slippery, shiny, slightly flexing cock shaft follows it, bending as it slops out, followed by a little waterfall of Goliath’s jism…
We cut to the wide shot again to watch Dee, on her knees, her tits flattened against the couch seat, her fingers still gripping the cushion, knuckles white, and her whole body shaking from the aftereffects of the bestial action. Goliath pulls away and moves sideways, but stays close, his tail close enough to be sweeping over her arse as he wages it slowly.
Dee moves her head slightly to look right into our camera, and gives us a weak, hard breathing, wordless smile. Saying, “Suck?” just as we cut to a side-view of the couple as she slips backward off the couch, dropping to her arse and turning to face his arse, his tail still swinging, brushing over the top of her head now…
She rolls to her knees and reaches between his thighs, taking hold of his hard cock and carefully pulling it back toward her face… Getting a close up look for the first time… Reaching up with her other hand to take hold of his tail – pushing it up and away from her face so she can concentrate on admiring the fat shaft infront of her. Letting it shoot a little jet of spunk against her face. Smiling…
She turns her head and looks to a crewmember off camera as if she’s waiting for further instructions. She whispers, “I’m ready…” Then she gives a little nod – having been given the order, off camera, to begin her blow-job. From the look on her face she’s looking forward to doing it.
She bends forward, her soft belly folding a little, her hair falling across her eyes and half blocking our view of the dog’s cock as she kisses the side of the shaft. We drop down into a close-up, changing our angle to better see her lips as they wrap around the side of the member, dragging along shaft toward the knot, kissing and sucking, running her tongue along it. Looking up at the camera, and giving a little smile – “I can taste myself… And him… It’s a lovely ‘cock-tail’…”
She pauses, trying to decide if her joke was funny… Then adds, “Ahhh, I think I’m better off sucking cock than doing comedy…” – and she goes back to sucking the side of the dog’s cock shaft… This time moving back from the knot to the tip… Pausing for a second to pick a stray hair from the tip of her tongue, then double-checking the cock and slipping a hair off that too… Then, happy, she lifts the tip up to her mouth, leans in and begins to suck on it…
Pulling her cheeks in around it, and sliding it deep… Sucking in, easing out – sucking in, easing out. Her head moving back and forward behind his arse. Only pausing briefly to swallow the cum, then getting back to the blowjob. Her hands gripping his cock and tail tight.
We cut to a wide shot and take in the whole scene again – she’s got an old body, but a young energy – keen to suck the dog dry, and trying her best to do it.
Back in close-up – sucking, swallowing, sucking… Holding it there… Holding it and sucking… Then slowly drawing it out through her lips, letting them drag along the now much slimmer shaft, slurping noisily as it flops away from her mouth… It hangs there looking a little pathetic whilst Dee swallows one last time and licks her lips – still holding his little shaft and big tail…
She pauses… Then looks up, cocks her head on one side, as if she is considering her options – then leans forward, pulling his tail up slightly, opening up space so she can get her face right up next to his arse – and stick her tongue right up it…
We move into a super explicit close-up to watch the former biker pushing her stiff tongue in and out of his puckered brown arsehole – wriggling it… Then pulling it out and licking the outside of the creased little orifice again.
She continues tonguing and licking for a few more seconds, then pulls her face away and licks her lips again – pulling a bitter face and acting as if she’s only just noticed that she’s been licking a dog’s arsehole and it doesn’t taste that good! Turning her face toward the camera one more time, a little embarrassed smile, and then, “I think that’s enough of that for today!”
And it’s on this image that we fade out – her shameful little smile, her wet face, the dog’s softening cock and puckered arsehole.
We fade back in on a post-fuck Dee – in the kitchen, wearing a dressing gown, filling a kettle from the tap as she chatters away, “That was terrific… Really really good fun. Worth waiting for… It wasn’t just the sex… It was the cameras and thinking of everyone at home watching me… And every time I looked up I could see all of you guys watching me – and I know you’ve all seen this a hundred times – but you still all looked like you were enjoying it… Like it wasn’t just your job – like it was good to watch… And I loved that… It made me feel special…”
Standing with her back to the kettle as it boils and steams… “I’ll definitely buy a dog… No question about it… It’ll be strange to do it without anyone watching though. Fun… But strange. Maybe I should get a web-cam… People do that, don’t they… Do you think anyone would want to watch an old bird like me messing around with her dog?”
We freeze on her question… Wondering how our ratings for tonight’s show will be, and how many of our viewers will tune into what Dee promises will be her completely free webcast once she’s got her own dog.
THE END, for another week…
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