We’re tracking along a long residential street. Nothing particularly special about the houses, set back a couple of meters from the street, with low brick walls surrounding the small squares of grass that constitute their front gardens. All of them look essentially the same except for the colour of the window frames and front doors.
We slow down and come to a halt infront of the one that looks just slightly different to the others – because it has a sign mounted on the wall that reads, “MUTTERLY GORGEOUS – DOG GROOMING”
We pause on this door for a couple of seconds, before it opens, and we see a pretty young brunette exiting with her perfectly trimmed poodle. She calls ‘see you next time’ back into the house, and then heads down the pathway, apparently unaware of our camera. She’s got a bit of a hoity-toity way about her, carrying the dog’s lead in a hand raised well up into the air, the dog prancing along beside her like some kind of French royalty…
We follow her as she walks through the little gate in the front wall of the property and turns to walk up the street, then we track along with her until we get to the next house, and a married couple sitting on their front-doorstep.
He’s bald and lean, well-built in the way that fills out the chest of his t-shirt, but not the belly.
She’s blonde, very slim, and wears a baggy shorts and a loose top that hangs down tantalisingly as she leans forward, almost affording us a view of her boobs, but not quite… We’ll get to them soon enough though… She has a wide mouth and soft features that somehow remind us of a Muppet rather than a woman.
The man comments on the passing brunette that, “I don’t think she’s into it…”
The woman adds, with a little purse of the lips, “I reckon the dog would though…”
The man, taking a drag on a cigarette, agrees, “Yeah… He’d go… He’s a big lad too…”
She looks up, away from her partner, right into camera, and says, with a smile, “Hello… I’m Jolene Aarons – I’m 39 years old, and I’m from Oxford…” She turns her head to her partner and pokes a thumb back in his direction. “And this is my husband, Damon…” The man nods his head toward us and says, “Hello”.
We cut to a close up of Jolene. She seems very friendly – and looks just as Muppet-like in close-up, with perfect little teeth, almost cartoonish thin lips, and sparkly bright blue eyes.
“I can’t remember the first time I imagined having sex with a dog… It was a long time ago though. I think I told Damon when we were engaged…”
Damon interrupts, “You told me before we got engaged… That’s why I asked you to marry me…” He laughs.
Jolene continues, “But it was just a fantasy – I never actually thought I’d do it for real… I don’t think I actually wanted to…”
“I wanted you to…” Damon comments.
She continues to ignore his asides. “We’ve had a lot of fun together with our fantasies… My fantasy of having sex with a dog, his fantasy of me having sex with a dog… But it only got ‘serious’ after this mob moved in next door…” She pokes a thumb to the house to their right, the dog-groomers, “… About 5 years ago… Your show started, and these guys set up shop… It was like a sign… A big flashing neon sign saying ‘DO IT!’… And we’ve been watching dogs coming back and forwards ever since… Thinking about which ones do their owners, which ones I’d like to do, which ones he’d like to watch doing me…”
“All of them…” Confirms a smirking Damon. “One after another…”
She turns toward him, chuckling and says, “Dirty bugger… Shut up…”
Then back to her interview. “It got to the point that we really had to do it… I really wanted to talk to Sammi, next door, because we think she probably does it, because she really loves dogs…” Beside her, Damon is nodding his head and smirking, she ignores him and continues, “… He thinks she fucks them… But how do you bring that up in conversation with the neighbour..? So we thought – we should do it on your show, and find out if we enjoy it in reality as much as in our fantasies… And if she’s into it, she’ll see us, and she can make the first move…”
“It wouldn’t be bad, would it?” Adds Damon, to us as much as to his wife. “Having a dogfucker next door with an endless supply of dogs for afternoon delight with the wife…” The look on his face suggests many a fantasy of his wife and their neighbour sharing dogs.
Jolene takes over again, “But before I can think about other dogs… I have to have ‘A’ dog… So… Er… I hope you’ve brought one along…” She makes a big deal of looking up and down the street.
We cut to the end of the street, just around the corner, a man and his dog waiting to make their appearance. The dog is a big and powerful looking German Pointer – lean, mottled brown and white. The man is tall, thin and a little scruffy, in a surprisingly cool leather jacket. We’ve seen him before, but not for a while.
The man talks direct to camera. “Hello, I’m Greg, and this is Samson… We haven’t been on the show for a while due to family commitments…”
We see a shot of Greg, with his partner Caitlyn (a slight but very pretty young woman) and Samson. She’s cradling a baby – they all look very happy together. The perfect UK of Zoo family.
“After Caitlyn gave birth to Jemma, she sort of lost interest in fucking Samson. I don’t mind that – I’m pretty right-on, you know… Every woman has the right to have sex with a dog, and every woman has the right to say ‘no’ as well.” He looks down at the big happy dog by his side and frowns. “But I have to think of Samson too… He has his needs. Problem was, Caitlyn didn’t like it when I took him to fuck other women either… She got jealous… Not because he was having sex with someone else, but because I was there with them. She didn’t like me being with another woman whilst she was having ‘fun’… And she didn’t want me coming on the show again, either… That meant that Samson here wouldn’t be getting any fun at all… And I can’t be having that. I’ve got to look after my boy…”
He looks down at the dog again, who looks up at him. “He got to put in an appearance last year at the Portsmouth Women’s Guild… And he loved that… Four women after a few months without any… He was such a happy boy… And I thought, he’s got to come back some more… He deserves it… Caitlyn made an ultimatum, I could either look after her, or I could look after Samson… Well, I was with him for years before she came on the scene, and I only met her because of him… So, I’m here with him now… And with you… She’s not going to like it when she finds out!”
He flicks the collar of his leather jacket up, and we hear the familiar tones of the Bee Gees “Staying Alive” rise on the soundtrack as he leads Samson around the corner and onto the street.
We cut back to Jolene and Damon’s front garden, the pair of them on their feet, holding hands, watching as Samson and Greg approach. We note that Jolene’s nipples are bullet hard and poking against her top, and Damon appears to have a bulge in the front of his jeans.
Greg arrives with the big Pointer and Jolene welcomes him with a hug and a “Hello…”, then drops down to make a fuss of the big dog – “… And hello to you… Yes… Hello to you…” She ruffles his neck and head, and he pushes forward against her, his head against her chest, then looking up to sniff and lick at her face.
Beside them, in the background of our shot, Damon is shaking hands with Greg, then he turns to interrupt the new ‘couple’, “almost shouting (using one hand to direct his voice toward next door)… “Well, we better go inside so no one can see you getting fucked by this huge dog…” He grins as if this is the funniest thing anyone has ever done. Jolene gives the dog one last ruffle around the back of his head as she looks up at him, “Berk!”
We cut to inside the house, in the living room, as Jolene laughs at something that someone has just said off camera – her wide mouth open and her little white teeth exposed. Greg and Samson are standing off to the side. Damon has taken up prime viewing position on the couch.
Our guest slips her loose top up and over her head, making a point of throwing it to (or at) her husband, who catches it and throws it to the floor beside him, not wanting anything to distract him from the action.
Jolene, with her top off, looks extra slim, but not skinny – a very ribby chest and a white bra filled with small boobs… She reaches back to unhook it, letting it slip away to expose her small, wide, but inviting looking ‘dumpling’ boobs.
She sounds full of confidence as she unbuttons her shorts and lets them fall down her skinny legs, leaving her in nothing but a pair of white panties… “I’ve been waiting for this for years… I’ve done it a hundred times in my fantasies… I’ve masturbated so many times thinking about this exact moment… Just me and the dog, no one to disturb us or get in the way…” She throws a smile over to Damon, who continues to grin. Then she continues, as she peels her panties off to expose her clean shaven pussy… “I can’t wait…”
She pauses for a second, naked in full frontal to our cameras. An agreeable sight – probably a little too pale and too skinny for some, but most will be happy, and Samson certainly isn’t complaining.
She looks from the camera to across to the dog – and just as she does, he’s released from his chain and rushes toward her – she doesn’t flinch. Dropping to her haunches and catching him as he arrives at her feet, letting out and excited giggle and grinning broadly. The force of his arrival knocking her back on her arse… Knees in the air, dog between her feet as she catches and strokes his head and neck, gripping handfuls of short fur and flesh. Breathing harder the more real it gets…
Samson standing infront of her, but he’s so big that he’s also standing over her, pushing forward toward her, her face right infront of his… Her offering her mouth, pursing her lips toward him, taunting him – tempting him…
He starts licking at her mouth and the dirty slut opens it wide and starts licking back – her tongue coming out and sitting on her chin… Letting him lick over it, and deeper into her mouth – with the little lady making no attempt to block or slow him, until he gets to the point that he’s almost choking her – at which point she finally allows herself to fall back away from him onto her back on the floor…
He follows, wanting some more – but now she covers her face with her hands and pushes him away, letting out a little laugh as she does it. “No no no… I need to catch my breath…”
In the background, Damon watches on, legs crossed, running a hand over his bald head, looking a little bemused.
Back to Jolene on the floor with the dog, letting him get close, then pushing him away again. “Do you want some more? Do you like my kisses? Dirty girl kisses..!” She giggles as she play-fights him off for a few more seconds.
“Dirty girl…” We hear Damon echoing from off camera.
Then she’s suddenly leaning forward, big mouth wide open again, letting the dog lick her face again – his big tongue slopping in and out of her mouth, deep inside – again… Gagging when he goes too deep, again, and falling back a little but not fighting him off. Just letting him lick as much as he wants.
His tongue soaking her face – mouth, inside… Her bringing her hand up to the side of his head, partially blocking our view…
Playing tongue tag – sticking hers out until he licks, then pulling hers back into her mouth… Until he starts licking her face and mouth again… And then when he stops, she repeats the process – allowing him to push her backwards a little, so that she is leaning back, holding onto him and tensing her stomach muscles to hold herself upright… The dog keeps pushing pushing, licking and kissing, and she allows him to lay her down on her back…
As they continue to ‘kiss’, she lets her hands move over her pale flesh – finger tips running up her belly and over her ribs, tickling her pointy little nipples, pinching them a little – one hand staying on her small tit, the other drifting back down over her belly to between her legs – two fingers sliding straight over her clit and between her pussy lips, slipping in and out as she wanks herself to the feel of a dog’s tongue on her face and in her mouth… Half laughing, half gasping as she tries to breath without choking on his tongue or drowning in his slobber.
It’s hard to tell whether she’s moaning or giggling due to the muffling effect of the dog’s tongue and her clear excitement.
We cut away to a shot of Damon, still sitting on the couch, watching on… Fascinated. Offering a “Good girl…” as encouragement, but it’s unlikely Jolene has even heard him over her own moans and sighs, and the slopping of the dog’s tongue.
Back with Jolene and Samson as he finally backs away from her – figuring he’s licked all of the taste from her face and mouth, now wanting to try something else… Swinging his big head over her body, hunting that scent she’s stirring from her pussy. She brings her hand up from her pussy to his nose and lets him sniff and snort at her wet fingers – he licks them once… Then a couple of times, with sudden enthusiasm – and as he does she takes them back to her pussy, leading him to her honey…
She opens her legs wide – letting her knees fall sideways to the floor – her long legs combine with her slim body to make it a pretty impressive spread – as wide as we’ve ever seen on the show… Which presents the hungry beast with an open buffet of a pussy. He drops his snout to her wide-open snatch and digs in – his long tongue sliding over the length of her slot, wide and warm… And she immediately arches her back, grabbing both little titties and squeezing as she lets out a long, happy, gasp.
The dog continues to lick at her, dropping his chest to the floor, his hindquarters still in the air, as he tries to slide his long tongue into her cunt – seeking out new and interesting flavours within. Every movement, every slurping, slopping, wet sound accompanied by a moan or gasp from Jolene… A writhe or undulation of her back, and another squeeze of her little tits.
“Does that feel good?” Asks Damon, redundantly.
Jolene twists her head around to look over at him and gives him a look that simultaneously says it feels good, and he’s an idiot for asking. She rubs a hand down from one of her tits, over her flat belly, and between her thighs – joining his tongue playing with her pussy. Sighing a high-pitched sigh, breathing hard, her little nipples rock hard and pointing at the ceiling.
“Sooo wet… My God…” She sighs, bringing her knees up in the air, up toward her shoulders, really opening herself up to the beast…
He goes in even harder on her pussy – his long tongue working that wet slot over and over… Making her breath harder, banging the back of her head against the floor as she bucks her body against his snout… Gasping, ragged breaths – trying to maintain control of herself… Struggling… Rib-cage expanding like a bony balloon as sucks in air…
She lets out a long “Ooooooooooo!” noise as her body shakes, a thin film of sweat suddenly covering her… She blows out the air, sucks in another chestful… And then… As the dog keeps licking… She allows the orgasm to roll through her body…
“AAArrrrrrhhhhhhhh! Oh yes… Yes! YES!!”
Damon smiles off to the side of the action, he calls out, “Are you cumming?”
This time there’s no sarcasm or sideways looks, she’s too into the moment, “YES! Oh fuck YES! I’m cumming… I’m cummmiiinngggg!”
The big Pointer goes nuts, licking even faster and with greater excitement – we suspect she may have just squirted in his mouth, and he’s taken it as a sign that he’s doing the right thing…
It only takes a few seconds of this faster licking to overload the little slut… And she reacts by rolling over and curling into a foetal ball. Waves of pleasure still shuddering through her body – her eyes almost blank…
Suddenly snapping out of it, and looking up and around… Smiling again…
“Oooohhh, I need some more of that…”
She rolls over onto her front and starts to push herself up onto her hands and knees – making the ‘mistake’ of raising her arse high before she moves anything else. Her little tits flat on the carpet, the side of her face too, the weight of her body resting on her chest, her arms out to the sides, hands out, palms down…
Her pussy, wet from his licking and her excitement, is pushed back between her slim thighs – too inviting for a good dog to resist… And Samson is such a good dog!
“Come on boy… I’m all yours…” She calls – looking up at Damon as she says it, a naughty taunting glint in her eye – blowing him a little kiss just as…
Samson makes his move – rushing forward at his target, rising up and grabbing hold of her rear end – his big paws scraping around her slim middle, his wide body covering her back in a second, his head above hers…
His soft belly pressing against, and wrapping over her little arse as he stabs his hard cock toward her welcoming pussy lips… The pointed, angled tip pushing up against her flesh, between the lips, almost inside her…
She continues to encourage him, “Come on… Come on… Fuck it… Fuck it… Come on…” Almost spitting the words out rather than moaning them, looking into Damon’s eyes as she does it.
Damon repeating, with more energy because he’s not got a beast on top of him… “Go on, son… Go on… Fuck it… Fuck that slut! Fuck that dirty fucking cunt!”
The scary beast continues to thrust and then suddenly hits his mark – his semi-hard cock punching between her wet pussy lips and driving deep – he goes into overdrive immediately, and Jolene’s aggressive enthusiasm stops – replaced by a shocked, but very happy, squeal…
The big animal staggers behind her, trying to push up closer and he drives his cock deeper into her tight flesh – hind-paws rising up and scratching at her slim thighs, scraping them and raising little pink welts on her pale flesh.
“Oh yes…” She manages to gasp, ignoring (or perhaps not noticing) the scratching as the cock fills her cunt with hot pleasure. “Of fuck me… Fuck me hard… Yes!”
“Go on boy…” Calls Damon from off camera, apparently enjoying it as much as his wife is.
She continues to brace herself against the floor, pushing her backside into the beast as he pumps in and out of her, hard and fast – an enthusiastic look on his doggy face, his tongue hanging out as he gives her everything he’s got (which, as we’ve seen before, is plenty).
Her mouth is hanging open and she struggles to breath whilst soaking up the power of his pounding. “Fuck me… Yessss… Fuck me, fuck me… Fuck me….”
Samson fucks her hard for the regular 30 seconds, but as usual we use multiple angles to extend that to over a minute of hard pounding, then he slows to a few hard thrusts – his front legs wrapping tighter around her slim middle, his chest squashed up against her back, his head resting almost on her shoulder.
“Go on, son…” Calls Damon. “Give her the knot…”
We catch a brief shot of Greg in the background, smiling as he watches his pet bang the living daylights out of this pale woman…
The dog holds onto her for a couple of seconds, the girl gasping – no longer asking for more… And Damon continues, “Can you feel the knot, babe?”
Jolene looks up at him and gives a little nod, almost smiling, her eyes glistening. Letting out a long, painful sounding, “Yeeeaaahhhh!”
We cut to rear angle, a close up of the knot in her distended pussy, that purple shaft, so skinny and flexible at the base, bending as it enters her, the knot visible inside, ugly and swollen. A little doggy spunk seeping out around it and gathering at the top of her pussy, forming drops and dripping to the floor. The sound of Jolene gasping and moaning as the whole sexual rig pulses and moves a little once a second.
We cut back to the wide angle and see that Damon has slipped off the couch and moved around to his wife’s side – keen to get a close-up look at ground zero… He’s blocking most of our view of his wife and the dog, but it’s always nice to see a husband taking an interest in his wife’s hobby…
“That’s bloody huge!” He says with an impressed tone to his voice.
She replies with a short, sharp, “I know!”
He reaches in under her belly, bringing his hand up between her thighs and pressing his fingers to her clit – and starts rubbing it for her… Slipping his fingertips around in the dripping dogcum and over her clit…
She angles her hips under the beast, pulling him around with her pelvis, an inch this way, and inch that – soaking up the pain of his knot and the pleasure of her husband’s clit-fingering… Breathing harder, faster… Looking back over her shoulder toward him – letting out little gasps… “Don’t stop… That’s it… Make me cum…”
Damon turns to look into her eyes, “Are you going to cum? Are you going to? Cum on this big dog’s cock… Dirty slut… You love the dog cock… Yeah…”
She’s whimpering, moving her hips around, pulling against the knot, enjoying the fingers…
The huge beast is standing over her, not sure what’s going on, but enjoying whatever it is… His balls and arsehole still pulsing even as he’s rocked around on her back. He’s used to girls holding dead still for this bit.
Damon continuing, “Come out, slut… Cum on this doggy cock…” Speeding up his fingering, “You know you want to… Cum on it… Come on… Come on…” We can tell from HIS voice that she’s about to cum… Right on the edge…
She’s arching her back, turning her head, stretching back toward him – reaching out to him with her lips… He leans forward, still reaching back with that hand to finger her clit, and plants his mouth on hers… And she cums – hard… Taking the kiss, mashing her mouth on his, but letting out a loud groaning moan at the same time. Husband kissing her, but her mouth open-wide letting the sound out. “Oh God… Oh God…”
Damon breaks off the kiss, but keeps his face an inch from hers, eye to eye… “Dirty fucking slut… Fucking a dog… Cumming… You’re my little dogwhore, aren’t you?”
She smiles, a somewhat maniacal smile. “Yeahhh… Your little dogwhore… Yeah…” Still breathing heavy in the afterglow of the orgasm… Still taking the knot, being stretched out…
We take another quick look at that knot – stretching out her pussy… Leaking… Her legs shaking from the strain of holding his weight, and the aftereffects of that orgasm, as well as the pain of this knot…
We fade out… Then fade back in on the same scene a little while later, as the knot is crowning – on its way, slowly, out of her cunt. There are pussy fart sounds, and then a stream of cum leaking and spilling out of her – grey viscous fluid – and dribbling down onto her carpet… And then the whole plug of knot and cock slips out, very quick, almost anti-climactic… Jolene letting out a soft relieved gasp rather than a loud squeal of pain – leaning forward a little, but staying on her knees.
No sooner is his cock out of her pussy, than Samson has dismounted and is staggering away. As we watch him depart, we can’t help but focus on his big cock hanging down – neither can Damon… We hear him tell Jolene, “Quick… Look at that cock… You’ve got to suck it… Hurry up…”
Exhausted but insatiable, his little wife turns around and crawls after the big German Pointer.
We cut to a close-up of her with her head under his belly, his hindlegs on either side of her head. She’s got her hands up on his thighs to steady him and keep his cock over her face, meanwhile Damon has the best seat in the house – his face just inches from the action as dog-cum continues to drip and squirt onto her face and into her open, smiling mouth – making her giggle.
“Come on… Suck it… Show me what kind a whore you are…!”
She raises her head off the floor and takes the end of the cock into her mouth, sucking the last couple of inches, her cheeks sucking it, cheekbones standing out… Making an, “Mmmmmmmmm” humming sound as she tastes what the dog has to offer.
We hear Damon again, almost whispering, “Dirty slut… My dirty slutty dogwhore wife…” All love and amazement.
She sucks a little more into her mouth, holding it there, her lips closed around the shaft – making very obvious swallowing motions with her jaw and throat, breathing hard through her nose… Sucking and holding, as Damon continues to comment on her and to her, “Dirty dirty slut… Dog spunk swallowing whore… My dirty girl…”
They are like this for a couple of minutes – her sucking and swallowing, him commenting, her smiling at him around the shaft of the dog’s cock… That cock slowly shrinking as the big lad loses interest until Greg finally calls an end to the action – “I think that’s about it for Samson… He’s a bit out of practice… If you go any longer he’ll start to get angry – and you don’t want to see him angry!!”
“Oh, I don’t know… I think I’d like to see him giving her an angry fuck!!” Jokes Damon.
Greg smiles but shakes his head. “Oh, he wouldn’t be fucking her… He’d be scaring the shit out of her…”
Jolene lets her head drop back to the floor, her blonde hair spreading on the carpet like a halo behind her. She looks extremely content. “I think I can wait until he’s in a good mood again…”
We begin to fade out on her relaxed looking face, but we can hear Damon asking Greg, “Would you like to bring your Caitlyn next time..? She loves Caitlyn…”
We cut to outside, Greg walking out of the house with a still fairly playful Samson padding along beside him. Greg has a somewhat glum look on his face. He speaks into camera as he walks down the path and away. “I don’t know… It felt wrong… I mean, it was great seeing the old boy with another woman – but it felt wrong, y’know, like we wuz cheating on Caitlyn… I don’t know… Right now, I don’t think I’ll be back… It was a nice way to ‘retire’ though, eh?” And with that – he’s gone, walking away from us and disappearing around the corner forever.
We fade back in on Jolene and Damon standing side-by-side in the living room. She’s still naked and sweaty, with little welts on her legs and body and thin, glistening streaks of dogspunk across her face, chest, arse and thighs. Damon has a hand over her shoulder, hanging down to one of her boobs, which he is rubbing and squeezing as they speak.
“It’s been a long wait…” Begins Jolene. “But… It was worth it. I think it’s definitely a life-changing moment…”
“You’re going to do it again, and again, aren’t you?” Smiles Damon, leaning into her with a proud look on his face.
She looks back at him with a smile. “Yeah… I can’t wait… I want more doggies…”
They pause and Damon leans down to give her a quick kiss… Half whispering, “If you don’t want to wait for the show to go on tv… You could just go and knock next door and tell her what you’ve just done…”
Jolene’s legs almost give out from under her as the thought enters her head. “You think?”
“It would be a great end to the show…” Smirks Damon.
Jolene almost skips out of the room, with Damon behind her, one of our hand-held cameras following.
We cut to outside, watching the naked woman hurrying round from her front door, down the path, along the street to the next house, up by the Mutterly Gorgeous sign, to stand at the front door and ring the doorbell… Damon standing well behind her, laughing as she exposes herself to the world.
The front door opens a crack, the occupant making sure we can’t see her, hiding from the naked woman on her doorstep… “Hello…”
Jolene gushes, “Hiiii, I’m Jolene from next door… I’ve just filmed an episode of UK of Zoo… Do you watch the show?”
A happy voice in the darkness replies, “YYeeeaaaaahhhh!” and the door opens a little wider – apparently inviting Jolene inside, away from the camera… The door closes behind her, and we fade out for another week as Damon hurries around and up the pathway, huffing, “I don’t want to miss this…” as he knocks on the front door.
THE END, for another week.
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