We fade in on a business park – a collection of small, modern, one and two story buildings, small well-kept shrubberies and flower-beds around them all, then narrow roads (double yellow lines on both sides to stop blockages)… It’s a grey day and the roads and buildings look like they’ve been rained on very recently.
We move along the road between two of these units, toward a particularly unimpressive and anonymous looking building – and the woman standing infront of it. She’s young, slim, wearing a figure-hugging full-length dress (so tight that we can tell she’s wearing nothing at all underneath. We can tell how cold it is from the twin-headlight erect nipples that are almost poking through the front. We recognize her as our Yorkshire webcam girl, Kimberly. As soon as we are close-enough she smiles, red lips parting to show white teeth, and begins her introduction with that throaty Yorkshire accent of hers.
“Hello… Welcome to ‘The United Kingdom of Zoo’… This week we’re in Stirling, in Scotland, to meet a very nice lady, with a very nasty fantasy – and maybe, just maybe – we’ll make that nasty fantasy come true…”
Kimberly turns and heads into the building and we follow.
Inside the well-appointed reception area – a couple of couches, a coffee table stacked with magazines, and a large reception desk – and we head right to that reception desk, and behind it, looking up right on cue, a sprightly ‘old’ lady. Short, white-blonde hair surrounds a pleasant face, with laugh-lines and a natural smile that suggest she’s spent most of her life in a good mood. She’s one of those very positive people who finds pleasure in just about anything.
She introduces herself with a strong, but very understandable, Scottish accent. “Hallo… Myyyy name is Ellen Rankin. I’m 60-year-old, and I’m the…” She affects a deliberately hoity-toity accent for this – “director of first impressions”, then back to her regular accent, “Here at Stirling Tech.” Adding, almost as an aside, “I’m the receptionist!” Before completing her intro, “And I’ve got a dirty ambition to have sex wi’ a big fat dirty pig!”
We cut to a shot of Ellen in the back of our car, with Kimberly alongside her, the two of them half turned toward each other for an interview – or to be more precise, so that Kimberly can listen to Ellen’s story. It’s a little unfair to put them side-by-side like this. The old lady in her blouse and skirt, next to the sexy young webcam model in her figure-hugging dress. One thirty years past a prime that was probably no better than average, the other right in her prime, and looking pretty good for it.
Ellen is chatting away as if she has a time-limit on telling her story, “I’ve always been a wee bit kinky, but I’ve never been inte animals… Never even thought about it to be honest… Then a while back, that show ‘Black Mirror’ was on… The first episode, when the Prime Minister had to fuck the pig… I found myself uncontrollably turned-on by the idea. A human with a pig. I’d seen stuff online about women with dogs, and never showed any interest… But this was a pig. A big, pink, fat, ugly pig… It was disgustin’… Just the idea of it!”
She continues, “And I was watching it and hoping they were going to show it – and I knew they wouldn’t, or couldn’t, show it – but I still wanted to see a pig having sex having sex with the man. I don’t know why… They didn’t show it, of course…”
She smiles at the memory, “Funny thing was, I talked to a friend about it the next day and she thought the Prime Minister was supposed to get up behind the pig and fuck it, but I had been thinking about the pig fucking the Prime Minister… I just thought that was kinkier… So I went onto the internet and found some stuff anyway. Women being fucked by pigs. Disgusting, ugly, really humiliating… But I was just so fucking jealous of them… I thought to myself – if I ever had the chance to do that… Yeah… I really would.” She pauses to take a breath, and Kimberly moves to ask a question – but is cut off as the Scots granny sets off again…
“And then I kept finding more clips online… I never watched your show when it was women with dogs – but as soon as I heard you had a woman with a pig episode – I was there… Then for the second pig episode, then the next one… There’s just something about pigs that gets me all tingly!”
“You really can’t wait, can you?” Asks Kimberly.
Ellen shakes her head. “I applied for the show as soon as Petra’s edition was on, her with that pig, it changed my life… Once she had done that, I knew how to get a pig in my life – and in my cunt… All I had to do was apply to the United Kingdom o’ Zoo and wait for the call… And that’s all I did… And here I am…” She smiles a broad, little-old-lady smile.
Kimberly checks her phone – looking at the maps app – and notes that, “Well, where we are is still about 40 miles north of the border… And where we need to be is about 300 miles south of it… So it’s still a long, long, way to go before you get to live out your dream … How about we use the magic of television to get there a little bit faster…”
She holds up her hands, and Ellen copies – and they both clap infront of our camera… And suddenly the two of them are sitting side-by-side in the back of a car, Ellen already stripped near nude (just wearing hold-up stockings on her legs) and pinching her own nipples as she looks out of the window, with Kimberly next to her still in her long dress. It’s dark outside the car and both ladies look like they’ve been sitting for a few hours. As the car turns a corner and the ladies lean over a little, Ellen asks, “Is this it?”
We cut to the entrance to a farm, the gate being held open by a man whose face is blurred out (as is the sign on the gate). Our car turns off the little country road and bounces through the open gate into the farmyard.
In the farmyard, the car pulls to a halt and the rear doors open – Kimberly emerges from one door, straightening out her long, tight dress – looking fabulous. Ellen climbs out of the other side, her stockinged feet sinking quickly into three inches of mud.
“No time to waste… Your special lover is waiting for you…” Kimberly says.
Ellen smiles and turns away from us – the stockings do a good job of keeping her legs looking trim, but they can’t stop her aging arse from sagging a little. It’s not bad, you understand, it’s not cottage cheese hanging down at the back, but it’s not tight either – a 60-year-old arse is a 60-year-old arse after all…
She steps away through the mud to the heavy shed door and grabs the handle.
Inside, we follow her along the corridor – once again looking at that soft arse, the narrow base of her spine, the slim rise to the shoulders, arms out and hands raised, making sure she keeps them away from all of the much in here.
Then we’re infront of her – letting her walk toward us, looking at the ground, treading carefully to avoid anything hard or pointy.
“It smells pretty rank…” She says, politely but firmly, giving our viewers a sense of the room we’re in. “But then again, I suppose it would, wouldn’t it..? I mean, pigs are hardly famed for their sense of cleanliness!” And she forces a smile for the camera.
We cut to see her as she approaches the stall at the end of the walkway – coming up on the fence, which looks bigger infront of her that it’s been infront of any of our other guests. She really is a little old lady!
“The smell’s getting stronger – so I must be getting closer…” She says, letting her face brighten a little.
She arrives at the fenced front to the pen and bends forward a little to peer between the cross-bars of the gate – then let’s out a gasp… “He’s massif!” Then turns to the camera with an incredulous open-mouthed grin… “I’m gonnae get crushed!”
We cut to look at Winston – the ‘massif’ pig, as he waddles across the pen toward to gate to see who’s come to see him this week.
Then cut back to Ellen, looking through the fence – open mouthed. A little smile.
Kimberly steps into frame and grabs the gate, pulling it open a couple of feet, waving the old lady through… “Step right up, step right up…” She calls, like a fairground worker.
Ellen slips through the gap and enters the pen, nodding a thank you to our sexy hostess for holding the gate open, then looking back to the pig with a big smile. She says, “How are yoooo?”, as she drops into a half crouch, holding one hand out toward the fat pink animal.
We’re standing far enough back to be able to see them both in the same frame – her short and skinny, him much shorter but still twice her size, as he stumbles toward her – waddling slowly from side-to-side.
Grunting as he gets close to her, his snout raised – snorting, sniffing at the air infront of her – sniffing her hand as he gets comfortable with her. Confirming she’s nothing but fuck-meat for him.
She lets him walk right up to her, letting him rub the side of his fat body up against her legs – making her slips around a little, making sure his trotters don’t get too close to her bare feet.
Kimberly asks, “What you are thinking?” and the question seems to stump the Scottish slut for a second.
Ellen bends forward a little, putting her hands on his stubble covered back, stroking him… “I’m thinkin’… Ahhhh… He’s very big, isn’t he?” She says, apparently amazed. “… And very rough… Not what I was expecting…”
She bends further forward, bending her legs a little – bringing her little tits down to his back, bending as far as she can to rub them against his back, sighing a little as her nipples touch his bristly hairs, then as her soft flesh squashes down on his broad back – partly from the pleasure of feeling him against her chest, mainly from the exertion of bending so far forward.
She looks up again, flashing another smile at our host. “I like the way he feels though… He’s hot… And rough…”
She straightens up, hands down on his back, leaning forward against him – then swinging one leg over him so she’s standing astride him, almost… He’s wide and her legs are short, so she can only reach the floor with one foot – she rests her weight on his back, not quite riding him – just pressing her pussy against flesh… Making definite grinding moves with it against his spine. Her head back, biting her lower lip a little as little dirty shivers run up her spine – she lets out a broken little sigh, “OOooooh-hhh-hh!”
After a few seconds of rubbing her pussy against his back, she bends forward and drapes herself on him, her little tits pressed flat against his back again… Enjoying the feeling of his skin against hers. So small on his back that he doesn’t seem to mind taking her weight. He staggers forward, barely noticing her up there.
She looks up and smiles at the fact that she’s ‘riding’ the pig. His walking motion making her rock again, rubbing her pussy against him some more.
We cut to outside the pen, a behind the scenes shot of Kimberly, watching on and half laughing in reaction to what she’s seeing….
Then cut to a different angle of the pen, and watch as Winston walks through the frame – with little old Scottish slut laid out on his back, her hands stroking his big shoulders and front legs. Then another shot of him waddling the other way, with her still on his back, a wide smile on her face – just enjoying the ride…
We cut to a shot of Ellen, now standing in the middle of the pen, bending forward, hands on knees and thighs apart – her arse stuck back… Winston standing behind her, sniffing and snorting at her pussy – his big pink snout up between her legs, the tip almost up against her pussy lips… Snorting. Making a terrible noise (Winston, not Ellen’s pussy).
Once he’s certain she is what he thinks she is (he’s not a clever animal), he shuffles forward and begins to scratch at her calves with one of his trotters – as dumb as he is, he knows he’ll never get his bulk up high enough to mount her in this position… He wants her on her knees, where she belongs…
“You want to use the arch?” Checks Kimberly, pointing toward the arched metal frame on one side of the pen.
“Och no, what’s the point in tha’? I wannae feel him on ma back!” Ellen smirks to the French host. It should be noted at this point that when Kimberly fucked Winston, off camera, for ‘research’ she used the cage… Both times…
Ellen drops down to her knees – sweeping some mud and straw away from infront of her, and assumes a suitable position – taking her weight on her elbows and forearms, sticking her arse back, her knees fairly close together…
The pink monster moves closer behind her, and ‘steps’ up onto her back – one trotter on the flesh and the base of her spine, trying to push himself up, making her let out a squeal of surprise and pain as she almost collapses.
There’s a quick cut, viewers will only notice it because a carefully folded blanket has been placed on the Scots’ slut’s back to protect her from the hard trotters. Winston is still pushing forward, half mounted, adjusting his position as he forces himself up and along her back, wrinkling her back flesh up toward her shoulders and neck. The look on her face, mid-way through shouting, “FAAaaaaarrrrkkk!” shows us that he’s heavy, but she definitely wants this…
We cut down underneath the action – watching as his strange, skinny cock begins to snake out of his prepuce… The tip poking toward her old cunt like some kind of alien tentacle… She’s still struggling and grunting from taking his huge weight, the cock touching her pussy lips hasn’t even registered with her yet.
He shuffles and shivers, rippling his flesh as muscles twitch, jerking himself over her… The tip of his cock seeming to worm its way between her pussy lips, then the whole thing just suddenly sliding out of his body and into hers – curling in a corkscrew motion as it drives into her…
She gasps, “Ohhh fffFFucck!” as she feels it inside her… A genuine note of panic in her previously light-hearted tone. It’s not a big cock – but it’s an intense sensation.
Feeling her around his skinny member, Winston jerks forward and lets out a loud squeal, then shuffles his hindlegs and shakes his hips – making that cock bounce and twist inside her – and making her squeal herself, “Ooooaaaahhhhhh!”
For the next thirty seconds or so the pair of them both make a real racket – squealing and grunting… His low pitched and bestial, hers high pitched and sexual. “OOOoohhhh Godd… Oooohh Godd!
We cut to outside the pen, watching Kimberly smile as she watches – we can see her nipples poking through her dress. One thing all of our hosts share in common is a genuine love of seeing their guests fucking animals for the first time.
Then we’re back to the pig… His hind trotters are planted firmly on the floor of the pen, his body resting on the granny’s back, and his thighs twitching, jerking his belly and making that weird cock of his thrust into her pussy, the shaft itself twisting and corkscrewing in and out of her.
We cut to a close-up of her face – the strain of supporting the pig combining with the filthy pleasure of feeling that skinny cock and all that hot spunk inside her to produce the widest, happiest, granny smile we’ve had on the show. She’s never sounded more Scottish than when she gasps, “Occhhh, that’s magic!”
Down below her we watch as that spunk leaks out, bubbling and fizzing from her snatch, as the cock continues to corkscrew in and out of her… Dribbling to the floor under them, forming a sticky puddle of muck between her knees…
Ellen gives a few signs that she’s struggling to hold position, that big pink monster weighing heavily on her narrow back, her arms straining to support her, her knees sliding a little apart on the dirty floor as the pig’s cum softens up the dirt and turns it to slippery mud. As her body moves, so does the pig’s fat bulk… But every move is met with a little gasp, a giggle, and a smile. She might be struggling, but she’s still having fun.
And then Winston abruptly decides that he’s had enough of fucking this little cock-sock. Shuffling back noisily – his breathing ragged, letting out an annoyed squeal as she tries to back up under him and keep his cock in her cunt… Then pushing himself off to the side, his trotters scraping over her shoulders, scratching her – and as he comes off her to the side, she rolls after him, falling onto her side, into the mud, and looking up at him.
We get a good look at her – post-fuck. Wet, tired and dirty – with a badly scraped, raw and slightly bloody knee from where she’s dragged it through the mud of the concrete pen floor. She doesn’t care, barely feeling the pain as she’s so exhilarated from her first bestial experience.
She lets her legs fall open, and runs one hand down between her thighs, her fingers slipping straight into her over-lubricated pussy – sliding up and down her slot and over her clit, fast and slow… Accompanied by the sound of her letting out, “OOoooooohh” sounds, whilst the pig continues to clip-clop and snort to her side. His cock already disappeared into his little piggy sheath.
She reaches out with her other hand and sinks it into the cum-puddle, covering it with the slippery mud – a combination of dirt, cum, food-scraps and whatever else the pig has spread around (we dread to think)… Then brings that hand to her lips, cheeks and nose, smearing it around (she’s probably thinking it’s just cum, and has no idea of the dirty mess she’s making of her face).
Back to Kimberly, opening the gate and sneaking in to get closer to her guest, so she can hold a microphone out to hear the old lady’s last words for the week (our directional mics would pick the words up just fine, but we like to keep Kimberly involved)…
Ellen looks up at Kimberly, then our camera, and notes that, “I’m such a disgrace… Ma family’s no gonnae like this at all… But I bloody loved it! I’ll have tae find me a pig farm with a friendly pig farmer back hame!!”
We have no doubt she’ll be doing it too… Kimberly summarises, “Well, sixty years is a long time to wait to find your true calling, there’s no sense in wasting time once you find it!”
“Too right there, luv… Too right!” Sighs Ellen – and we fade out on the image of her playing with herself whilst she looks over at her true calling – the big fat pig… Looking at him the way most women look at Brad Pitt or George Clooney. Her dreamboat. Already thinking about the next time she’ll get to be used by one of these ugly monsters.
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