We open with an establishing shot of an idyllic country house style hotel, set in the rolling green hills of country Northern Ireland. It’s all white-wash and big bricks, dormer windows and chimney pots.
We pan to the (mostly deserted) carpark, and see our host stepping into frame – this week, it’s Bradford’s bestial belle, Kimberly Milner… Tall and slim, with long dark hair, and a red-lipped smile that few could resist. For a change, rather than flaunting herself she’s gone for the country-girl look today, with jeans that show off her hips and thighs, and a baggy sweater that hides her other wonderful assets.
She walks toward our camera, introducing the show like a real tv presenter rather than the dirty slut we know her to be. Her Yorkshire accent softened but still clearly identifiable. “Hello, and welcome to another edition of ‘The United Kingdom of Zoo’. I’m Kimberly Milner, and this week I’m at the Duil Runda Hotel, just outside Ballymena, to meet with a lovely lady who’d enjoy nothing more than a little horseplay with a young stud…” She smiles at the very unsubtle introduction and we cut to…
Inside the hotel, in the manager’s office – our subject is sitting behind her desk. A dormer window behind her looks out over the countryside beyond.
She’s an older lady, with grey-blonde hair, loose and shaggy down to her shoulders – her face is a little gaunt, her lips thin and plastered with thick red lipstick, and from the look of her leathery skin she’s clearly spent quite a lot of time on beach holidays (or sunbeds) over the years. Smart casual dress, she’s at work after all, gives the impression that she’s quite trim and in good condition.
She introduces herself from the other side of the desk, her Irish accent soft and friendly, but clear, “Good afternoon… My name is Ursula Bonvin. I’m a 56-year-old hotel owner and manager, from Ballymena in Northern Ireland, and my fantasy is to have sexual intercourse with a horse.” She pauses, smiling a little, evidently happy that she’s finally said this out loud.
We cut to a shot of her looking more relaxed, standing and leaning back against the sill of the dormer window, blue sky and countryside in the background – and telling her story direct to camera.
“We’ve bought the hotel back in the late 90s and completely renovated it as a safe space – a place you can get away from the big city… We called it, ‘Duil Runda’ – it means ‘Secret Desire’. We wanted it to be the just a lovely place for honeymoons, or for couples wanting a quiet getaway… Businessmen coming out from Belfast, and further away, during the week, with their secretaries, pretending to be at a conference…” She smirks. “These days if anyone calls asking if there’s a conference booked at the hotel we just say yes – we haven’t even got a conference room!”
She takes a breath and continues. “We also noticed we had a lot of gay couples staying here… And we were happy to accommodate them, which – even 10-15 years ago was still quite rare around these parts… Alternative lifestyles are fine so long as everyone is consenting. None of my business what you do once that door is closed – just so long as it washes out of the sheets…” She laughs.
“We’ve got one customer who found out we were ‘pet friendly’ and brought his dog with him, and we thought nothing of it, but he was here for two nights – and the first night he entertains this lady in his room – and the second night he takes a married couple up there… Then he checked out… But he was back a few months later, same routine… I knew what was going on, I’m not blind or completely naïve!”
She pauses, deciding to continue and tell the next part of her anecdote, “I’ve thought about offering him an extra night free if I can be the one being ‘entertained’, but dogs aren’t really my thing… And, there’s always the nagging fear that I might be reading too much into it, and that he just doesn’t like leaving the dog in a kennel!”
“So… After watching all of the nice couples who come here and have their fun, my mind turned to just how much fun they were having compared to me… I’ve got a healthy relationship with Mr Bonvin, but it’s not exactly thrilling or passionate… It’s certainly not perverted… And I think most girls need a little perversion in their life. We hide it well, most of the time, but we all like it deep down…”
She indicates back over her shoulder, out of the window. “So, I sit in this office, day after day, and I look out of that window, and I watch these magnificent horses running around, frolicking… And sometimes, shagging in the middle of the field – and every time I see them my mind starts to wonder… Just what would that feel like. Then I’m in the bar last year, serving a couple of customers, and the tv is on and there’s a couple of lovely young ladies having fun with a horse – and I was thinking, ‘Well, why wouldn’t I do that?’, and so here I am…”
She pauses – then gives us the UK of Zoo clap – bringing her hands forward and together infront of our camera, so that we can cut…
But this time it’s a more radical cut than usual – because we’re in an entirely different location…
Ursula is now standing in a large, dusty stables building – and already stripped down to a pair of white panties. Her body is slim, and her boobs a healthy B-cup, but everything sags a little – she looks every one of her 56 years. She doesn’t look particularly nervous about being nearly nude on camera because she’s clearly got other, larger, things on her mind… Much larger!
We pan around to follow her as she walks carefully, bare foot over a straw covered dirt floor, toward a large brown and white horse. It’s not our regular horse, Champion, but for the sake of anonymity for the owners, we continue to use that name.
“Ohhhh myyyyy…” Ursula gasps as she approaches. “He’s a real beauty, isn’t he?” She walks a bit closer, slowing down, and turns back to look toward camera, breathing heavily and smiling as she notes that, “Takes your breath away a bit…”
We cut to a shot of Kimberly standing beside the beast, bending forward – letting those tight jeans pull extra taught over her arse – reaching in and stroking his huge balls and his undeveloped cock… Stimulating it to grow quickly from a few inches to over a foot long… And still barely hard…
“Ladies and gentlemen – we have a penis!” She jokes, stroking on and adding, “That’s a fucking huge cock!”
Ursula is sitting on a stool, her upper arms squeezing her small tits together as she leans forward on her elbows – looking up at the huge beast, nervous but smiling as Kimberly warms him up for her. She looks up at our camera, and confirms her thoughts – “He’s a bit big, isn’t he?”, and she smiles… A smile that suggests second thoughts as much as excitement.
A moment later, she takes a deep breath and stands up – taking nervous, little steps toward the horse – one hand up, reaching out toward him… Kimberly talks her through it, following close-by, just over camera. “That’s it… He’s so lovely… So gentle… You’ll be in control…”
Our old Irish hotelier’s breathing gets louder as she gets closer, and then she makes contact – fingertips, then palms, then she’s stroking along his chest. There’s almost no reaction from the huge animal, just a slight turn of his big head as she first makes contact.
She gets a little closer, stroking down his side but not quite under his belly, she’s not ready for that yet…
We cut to a few seconds later as she turns around and leans back against him, her pale, narrow back against the side of his chest, her head back against him, her long grey-blonde hairs catching against his short dark ones, trailing over his side as she moves from side to side, feeling him on her shoulder-blades. Gradually acclimatising to being so close to this huge beast. A little more relaxed as she looks up into our camera and notes again that, “He’s immense… And so hard…” A touch of awe in her voice.
“But not scary?” Checks Kimberly in a calming tone.
Ursula continues leaning and twisting her shoulders, her arms out to the sides, one toward his neck, the other along his side, down toward his belly. Thinking about what she’s been asked… Her smile suggesting she’s not scared… But clearly still nervous. “He’s not scary… No… Not yet… But we’re not doing anything yet…”
She’s naked, leaning against a horse, preparing to fuck him… But no, nothing has happened yet…
She brings her hand up from his belly, back over her own, then up to her small boobs, grasping and squeezing one, pinching her nipple with thumb and forefinger, pulling on it. Letting out a little squeak as she pulls. Smiling a shy little smile at us.
“Feeling better?” Checks Kimberly again.
Ursula’s “Yes…” is barely audible, but the smile and the glint in her eye is clear – as are the extremely erect nipples… All of her fears appear to be evaporating. Her pussy starting to think for her…
She bites her bottom lip as she runs her hand down from her boob, over her belly, and between her thighs – which she spreads a little to allow her fingers to slip down between her old, slightly long and loose pussy lips… Leaning back harder against the horse – him barely noticing her weight up against him.
Writhing back against him, just enjoying being so close to him as she touches herself… For a moment we get the impression that this is all she wants. That she’ll be happy to simply lean against the horse and masturbate… But behind her, out of her line of sight, the horse is clearly getting a sense of what’s going on – he can smell it in the air, and the wider she holds her thighs, the more she plays with her pussy, the stronger the smell gets… We can see his cock beginning to grow – extending quickly from a fat heavy sheath and a couple of inches of cock, to a semi-erect, foot long pipe of horse-meat, hanging down under his belly, slightly flared at the head…
Kimberly signals to Ursula from off camera, and the old Irish tart turns her head to the side, twisting against the horse’s side until she can see under his belly, “OOhhh Goddd!” she exclaims, clearly happy and amazed to be so close to this wonder of nature…
She staggers forward, away from the horse, then turns around, bending forward and placing her hands on her knees whilst she looks until the beast – staring at that cock, which seems to be growing a little longer and a lot hard, no longer drooping toward the floor, it’s getting straighter and straighter, beginning to bounce a little as the horse moves. And Ursula can’t take her eyes off it…. It’s understandable – those who’s witnessed the sight of a horse erection in person will tell you that a camera can’t do it justice.
“That… Is amazing!” Confirms our guest, looking at it in the flesh, from barely a meter away. Her mouth open for a second, then when she realises, closing – then licking her lips with a sense of anticipation…
Next thing we know we’ve cut to a close-up on Ursula on her knees under the magnificent beast, reaching up with one hand to carefully take hold of that big shaft. She looks like she’s expecting a big reaction, or an electric shock – anything but the calm horse and warm flesh she actually experiences.
One hand around his shaft, her fingers sinking into the fleshy skin but not quite reaching right around the meat to touch her thumb – she relaxes a little more and begins to slowly wank up and down the middle of the shaft. The horse reacts with the slightly of neeeiiiggghhhs… Barely moving other than a little muscle twitch along his flank.
She reaches up with her other hand and runs the palm over the flat end of the cock, letting her fingers touch the flared tip – experimenting, answering all of her own questions about how it might feel… Running her fingers down over the urethra… Then moving her hand up and taking a hold of the shaft just behind the tip. She holds this hand still whilst wanking the shaft with the other, which seems to make the cock expand a little more – getting a little longer, a little stiffer…
Ursula looks up at our camera, her eyes twinkling, smiling shyly as she tells us that, “That’s beautiful, so it is…”
Wanking him for a few seconds in silence.
Then, without looking up at us again, staring right at the head of the cock, and asking, “Is it alright if I suck on it?”
“Of course…” laughs Kimberly.
Ursula takes a short pause to gather herself, then launches forward, opening her mouth as wide as she can – attempting to take the end of that ever-expanding cock into her mouth in one go… And failing… It’s too fucking big for her mouth!
She moves her head around, trying to angle it and push the cock between her lips… Pushing them out, wrapping them around the end of the cock. Getting one side in, then trying to lever her head around it to force the rest in. The whole time she’s doing it, she continues to wank the middle of that shaft, only stopping so that she can use her fingers to carefully push the edges of he flared head into her mouth one bit at a time… Then, as soon as her mouth is so stuffed full of horse-cock that her eyes are bulging, she resumes wanking the shaft toward her – making muffled “MMpppphhffff” noises as she tries to breath with her jaw so wide.
We cut to a wider shot to get a clearer picture of the oldish lady, naked, on her knees, leaning forward, her small tits hanging down, horse-cock in her mouth, one hand holding the tip steady in her mouth, the other pumping at the fat shaft. Her “MMppphhffff” sound still audible.
She’s either doing it really well, or really badly, because the horse begins to show some agitation – the twitch in his flank becoming a little more pronounced and one hind leg moving a little, raising a hoof an inch or two of the floor, then clopping it down again… This happens a couple of times – and each time, we can see Ursula slow the shaft wanking and flick her eyes to the hoof…
On the third twitch, the horse moves a little further, his hoof a foot in the air, then stomping down and him rocking forward, letting out a whinny… The movement is enough to scare Ursula, who immediately pulls back, the tip of the horse’s cock popping out of her mouth (looking like it’s twice as big as the hole it was in), and she scampers back until she is sitting a couple of meters away – her bare bottom against the concrete floor. Catching her breath… Getting over the surprise of his sudden move, and getting over the immense joy and pride of having a horse-cock in her mouth.
She looks around at our camera and smiles, a little embarrassed at her sudden retreat, but with apparently no shame or embarrassment about sucking a horse’s cock!
“How was that?” Checks Kimberly.
“Well, it was a bit of a mouthful, I can tell ye…!” Laughs Ursula, opening and closing her mouth to test the mechanism of her jaw and rubbing the corners of her mouth. “I’m not sure you’re supposed to put something that big in there..!”
“And where do you think one SHOULD put something that big?” Kimberly asks knowingly with a raised an eyebrow.
Ursula smiles again, dropping her head a little, further signs of shyness despite what we’ve just watched her do. “Well…” She begins, “I’ve had three children come out of the other end… And it can’t be bigger than them!!” She laughs to herself.
We cut to a few moments later, Ursula back on her feet, stroking dirt off her bottom and smiling nervously as she walks back toward the horse – that huge cock sticking out under him – rock solid and twitching slightly up against his belly.
She reaches out and strokes his side again, making sure he’s happy to be approached – then, after no reaction, she turns around and backs up under him, bending over to stick her behind out toward him. “Here we go…” She says, her voice rising as she gets closer to her moment of truth.
Bending as far as she can, she reaches back between her thighs and fumbles to get a hold of the horse’s cock – but can’t quite reach… Shuffling back a little further and pushing herself up onto tip-toes to try and get it… Failing again.
We cut to a different angle, hiding the fact that Kimberly has joined her guest infront of the camera, standing on the other side of the horse and bending under him to take hold of his huge cock, which she is angling toward the old Irish tart.
We move to a close-up, and keen viewers will spot Kimberly’s painted fingernails gripping the horse’s shaft as we watch the flared tip being pushed toward Ursula’s slightly sagging buttocks, then down between the tops of her thighs, and up against her loose pussy lips… Ursula stumbling forward a little, then regaining her balance and pushing back – parting her feet a little wider, bending at the knees to spread her thighs a little more… Allowing the flared head of the cock to be carefully eased into her pussy – first one side, then the other, until she is suddenly, quite calmly, impaled on the massive member.
She lets out a long, slow, almost instantly orgasmic moan as the shaft slides into her flesh – six or seven inches of fist-thick meat disappearing smoothly into her cunt – being swallowed up by loose, wet flesh.
“OOooooohhhhhhhhh! Gaaaaawwwwdddd!” She sighs… “Thaaaaaaaaaaatt’ssss aaaahhhhhmaaazzzziiinnnn…”
We cut to the wide angle again to watch as Ursula rocks back against that huge cock… Pushing herself onto it, taking it deeper, then sliding forward – her face a picture of wide-mouthed delight. This is everything she could ever have wanted it to be. So fat, so hard, so hot and so long… Keen eyed viewers will be able to spot Kimberly behind Ursula and the horse, occasionally reaching in to make sure that huge cock stays in place – but few will be looking at her, because Ursula is putting on a pretty good show – and a woman with a horse-cock in her cunt is always more fun to look at than the woman behind her!
We can tell from her face that our guest is enjoying the sensation – all of that power being transmitted into her body, from the horse, via that huge cock… Her rocking action, fucking herself on it… The horse letting out occasional large breaths, it’s hole body moving, and that movement shuddering through to the little woman under him… The muscles on his side continue to twitch as she pushes back harder and faster against him, building up a rhythm…
She gasps and calls, “OOoohhh” and “Aaarrrrggghhh” as she rides him – and then we cut back to a close-up of the action… Watching as she pushes back to take nine inches into her pussy (“Aaarrrgghhhh”), then pulls forward, her pussy lips dragging along his smooth shaft until only a few inches are left inside her (“Oooooohhh”) – before leaning back, hard, into him… Taking him deep again. Over and over, faster and faster.
Cut back to the side-angle, watching them in profile, huge horse over slim lady – that cock seeming to form almost a third of the thickness of her body. Her eyes closed, her mouth open, her little titties shaking, her thighs tensed…
And the muscles in the horse’s side twitching at increasingly regular intervals – his back foot rising and clopping down… Her pumping against him, him twitching, her moaning… Faster and faster until…
The horse lets out a loud whinny sound, and he suddenly jerks forward – not a big jerk by horse standards, but for the woman impaled on his cock, a BIG jerk… Ursula lets out a shriek – squealing from the sudden movement, but not in agony, in complete joy… It looks like the horse has just cum inside her!
She stands there, no longer pumping – just bent forward and shaking… Covered in sweat and goose-bumps… With horse over her and in her… The horse’s hindlegs looking tensed, his hoofs shuffling on the concrete floor of the stable. Ursula’s face locked in grimace of intense sensation… Holding her breath… Revelling in the knowledge that she’s managed to get a horse off… Then slowly, slowly, shuffling forward… Inch by inch…
Back to the close-up – we watch as that huge shaft eases out, inch-by-inch… So much of it… Until finally, climactically, the flared head pops out, followed by a gout of thick grey fluid. Our hopes are confirmed – the horse really has cum in this little old Irish slut’s belly! Filling her with a load that few animals can match.
Ursula staggers forward, away from the horse, bringing a hand down between her thighs and cupping her cunt, then turning to look back at the magnificent beast. “Oh wow… Oh Jeesssuss…” She gasps as she attempts to come back down to Earth.
There’s a brief stand-off, her looking at the horse, it’s huge cock bouncing under it’s belly, gradually getting softer, bending downward, dripping cum to the floor like a used hose-pipe before slowly disappearing back into it’s sheath and out of view.
Ursula brings her hand out from between her thighs and inspects the wet contents that have dripped out of her – that thick grey-brown fluid that’s covering her palm and fingers. She sees that we’re looking at her, then looks at her hand for a couple more seconds…
It’s Kimberly that breaks the spell – urging her, “Go on… You know you want to…”
Our guest smiles again, then moves the hand to her face and licks the palm – immediately pulling a semi-disgusted face, and then avoids having to taste anymore by quickly smearing her hand all over her face, spreading sticky horse spunk from her chin to her forehead and over both cheeks. Leaving her glistening as she looks into camera, looking happy with what she’s done, but clearly not too enamoured of the taste of horse-cum.
As we fade out on the scene we hear Kimberly informing Ursula that, “It makes great moisturiser… All that protein…” and see Ursula smiling again, her face shining under our camera lights.
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