We open this week’s show with an establishing shot of the medieval stone structures that form the gates of the old city walls in the centre of Carlisle. Two stories tall, rounded buildings with battlements, between them a wall, and in the wall an arch big enough for two lanes of traffic to pass through.
We move through the gates, seeing newer buildings inside on either side of the road. Still over a century old, the lower level of these buildings has been converted into large-windowed shopfronts. Clothes shops, betting shops, clothes shops, barber shops… Slowing down as we see the familiar big, fat, balding figure of out Cockney host walking toward us. He’s wearing baggy jeans and a West Ham shirt that’s tight to his flabby body. Sweat patches under his arms and man-boobs indicate that it’s a warm day. Walking obediently beside him, his large Doberman dog is completely unbothered by the passing pedestrians.
They continue to walk toward us as the human begins his introduction. “’Ello, and welcome to another edition of ‘The United Kingdom of Zoo’… I’m Dennis Baxter, and I’m travelling up and daan the country, meeting interesting ladies, and introducing them to the delights of my boy Casanova…” He indicates the dog by his side. “… And his huge cock!”
We cut to a shot of Dennis standing outside a shopfront with frosted windows and red lettering indicating that it belongs to “APPLEGATE’S OPTICIANS”. He continues his introduction. “Inside this quiet little shop, there’s a young lady who’s making her own way in the world, and says she doesn’t need any man to help her… But she does need a dog…”
We cut to inside the store, watching an optician at work, testing the eye-sight of a client (face blurred out). The optician is young, female, white-coated, and very pretty, with long dirty blonde hair. She doesn’t look anything like you’d expect a medical professional to look.
She introduces herself in a polite, crisp tone – almost accent-less. “Hello… I’m Elle Brown… I’m 25… And I’m a junior optician from Carlisle, in the north-west of England… And I’m here today, because I’d rather be used by a dog, than be submissive to a man!”
Young and pretty – one would imagine it would be enjoyable to sit opposite this young medical professional as she stared into your eyes – but there’s something about her manner that suggests it would be a cool experience.
We cut to the bedroom of a comfortable-looking little apartment. The view through the window is mostly rooftops and blue sky, indicating that we’re in one of Carlisle’s taller buildings (which isn’t saying much, as this city barely reaches five levels at its highest).
This week’s guest is standing infront of her bed, still wearing her white coat from work – buttoned up high, a give-away that she’s hiding something. Her dirty blonde hair is long and loose – swept behind her shoulder on one side of her head, but infront on the other, reaching all the way down to the level of her boobs. She has narrow facial features – pretty without being stunning – her thin lips held in a straight, self-confident, almost condescending smile.
This is a show about women and why they want to have sex with animals, but we can tell just from looking at her that she’s one of the ladies who sees right through that, and understands that it’s actually a show about getting women naked on camera, then watching them do the most unspeakable things – it all shows in that smile.
Beside her, our man Dennis, and on the floor between them, looking up at him rather than her, his dog Casanova. Dennis holds his microphone up as he interviews the young woman.
“You’re obviously a very attractive, very intelligent, well qualified young lady… Would you like to tell us why it is you’re so keen to have sex with my dog?”
She looks into camera, barely even acknowledging him, and begins to speak to the viewers as home – addressing us directly in a confident, almost cocky tone.
“Well, for one thing… I want to have sex with it because it’s dog, not because it’s YOUR dog… I’m a very independent woman, making my own way in the world, and I do things because I want to do them. At the end of the day, I don’t believe that a woman needs a man – but I KNOW that I need a big, hot, cock!”
She’s an interesting combination of cool detached intellectualism, and self-confident sexpot. We get the distinct impression that she’s showing off how independent she can be, rather than actually seeking to be independent.
Dennis smiles, nodding, and asks, “So, are you into women rather than men?”
Again, she barely looks at him as she answers. “Men seem to think that… But no… It IS possible for a woman to go through life not needing a man OR a woman… But if I were to sleep with someone it would be a man, and when I’ve had relationships in the past, it’s been with men… But I don’t want to sleep with a person, I don’t want to give a man that power of me, or that ownership…”
“But you’ll give it to a dog?” Dennis confirms, raising an eyebrow.
“Oh yes… Definitely… I’ll give it to a dog precisely because you and your type think that it’s worse to be with a dog than with a man. You think I’m lowering myself, and being perverted, but I think I’m demonstrating how disgusting the idea of giving myself to a man is… For me, doing this is the ultimate expression of independence and superiority… I don’t need a man, I don’t need a woman, all I need is the will and the desire to do as I wish… And when you’d rather be dominated by a dog than make a man happy, I think you’re really in control.”
“So this is about proving you’re in control..?” Checks Dennis, smirking.
Again, she doesn’t look at him, she just condescends a little, “Well done, you’re catching on…”
“So… If I LET you fuck MY dog, then you’ll be showing you’re special?” Dennis checks, making sure we can tell he’s not impressed with his guest’s logic. “It’s not just because you’re a filthy little slut, trying to justify her need for dog-cock with some pseudo political girl-power bullshit?”
Now she looks around at him! A look somewhere between disdain and pity. “The way you choose to look at me is up to you… But I’m happy with my thought process. At the end of the day, I’m going to have sex with this dog, rather than a man… And I expect to enjoy it more than sex with a man, simply because it’s not a man… And whilst I’m fucking him… You can wait in the other room, because this…”
She pulls her white coat open, revealing a slim, tight little body – pale skinned, fatless… She’s wearing a cute half-cup bra, showing off plenty of flesh (not the biggest boobs around, a nice B-cup, but still a lovely sight), black panties, very brief, and black elasticated stockings. Down at floor level, it’s a shiny pair of black stilettos, strapped up around her ankles. Expensive and classy.
She’s an 8 out of 10, lacking the curves to take it to a 9 or 10, and beside her Dennis reacts accordingly. He’s seen his dog fuck a lot of women, but they are rarely as well put together as this young lady.
“… this…” she runs her hands up and down her tight body. “… Is for the dog’s body, not his master’s eyes…”
Dennis looks around to our camera, mock-shock on his face… Holding his hands up in surrender and walking by our camera as he leaves the room, followed by the Doberman. “I’ll fuck off and sit out here then!” As we watch him walk through to the living room there’s a few laughs from the crew at the way he’s walked out, acting like he’s off to sulk (but cracking a smile to show he’s not actually offended).
The camera moves back to our guest in the bedroom as she sits down on the edge of her bed – her slim legs apart, adjusting her stocking tops to look their best (which is pretty good), then slipping her hand down into her panties, her fingers making the gusset bulge… Working her pussy, warming herself up… Looking toward our camera – relaxed, in control… She’s exerting her sexual authority over the entire viewing audience – you can look, but only the doggy can touch…
She rubs her fingers over her pussy for a little while, nice and slow, teasing herself (and us) as she warms up. She pulls ‘sexy’ faces as she stimulates herself… Her chest rising and falling, still held firm in her half-cup bra, her legs spreading wider.
We cut to the other other room, looking at Dennis sitting on the couch, scratching Casanova’s head behind the ears as the big dog sits patiently infront of him – then beginning to look a little distracted, turning his narrow face toward the bedroom, we can almost hear him sniffing the air… “What can you smell? Eh? Can you smell something you like..? Eh?” Rubbing the back of the dog’s neck, and then sending him through, “Go on then, my son… Go and get it…”
The dog stands and heads off to the bedroom like a child heading to the tree on Christmas morning… Dennis calling, “’E’s on ‘is way!”
Back in the bedroom, Elle sits forward on the bed, reaching her free hand out toward the dog as he enters the room… He comes straight to her, and she rubs her hand over the top of his head in a highly familiar way. No fear at all. She’s in control. “Hallo there… Hallo… Who’s a handsome dog?”
She looks up at Ozvik, behind the camera, and asks, “He’s fully trained?”
Before anyone in the room can answer, we hear Dennis’ voice from the other room. “Oh yeah…” He confirms, “You’ll love ‘im – ‘e does exactly as ‘e’s told!”
Elle looks back at the dog, “Good boy… You know your place!!” – she pulls her hand out of her panties and offers her moist fingers to the beast. He sniffs them, then licks them – then hungrily licks them… And as he licks, she looks up at the camera and smirks again.
She brings her fingers back down to her crotch – moving the gusset of her panties aside to expose a neat little pussy, with ridiculously neat little pussy lips – then holds her fingers over them, letting the dog continue licking as she begins to play with herself again. Letting him lick her fingers, her inner thighs, and her pussy, as she moves her hand around – then slips it out of the way – giving him free access to her tight little slit…
She leans back, putting her weight back on her elbows, lifting her knees and spreading her thighs wider – her pussy opening up for the dog, who continues to licks at her – his wide tongue sliding over her flesh, over her clit, making her gasp – a gasp she tries to stifle… Laying back further – off her elbows, flat on her back, bringing her hands up onto her boobs, over her bra. Moving her hips around a little to encourage him to keep licking… Breathing hard – gasping, catching her breath, each and every stroke is a bigger thrill than the one before.
Casanova continues to stand infront of her, between her thighs, his nose up against her pussy, his tongue slipping and sliding between her lips. He turns his head from side-to-side, his tongue covering every square millimetre of her gash – soaking her with his saliva as her own wetness fills his senses.
“Oh, you’re a good boyyyyyyy…” She sighs… “Keep going… Keep going…” She lays back further, arching her back, pushing her shoulders against the sheets, letting her knees fall sideways to the bed, opening her thighs even wider.
It doesn’t take long for the dog to lick her all the way to heaven… His tongue slipping and sliding in and out of her, slopping over her clit – making her crotch tingle, and buzz… Energy building up. She begins to shake and shiver… Her mouth open, a huge smile – loving every second… And then pressing down on her shoulders, pushing her slim belly up and bending her spine so hard that we’re worried she might break it… Mouth open – smile gone… A big breath, and a long moan as she let’s go… Letting that burning energy explode out from her pussy, through her belly and up her spine… Her whole body shakes, and she tosses her head from side-to-side. “OOooooh yes.. Yess.. YEESSSSS!”
Almost as soon as she has cum, possibly because of the way she’s moving, or the noise she’s making, the dog backs away from her – his tail-stub wagging as he turns to look up at the crew behind the camera – seeking praise for a job well done – or permission to go ahead…
We cut to Dennis, sitting on the couch in the living room, looking at his phone and smiling. Perhaps watching some kind of video feed from the bedroom? No… We cut to a shot over his shoulder, and note that he’s watching a video of West Ham’s goals of the 90s. Without looking up, he shouts, “I ‘ope my boy’s doing a good job in there!”
Back in the bedroom, Elle is still catching her breath. Flat on her back, her ribs sticking out as her little chest heaves up and down, her hands still sitting on her bra. Touching but not squeezing… Slowly regaining her cool, but always smiling. Slowly moaning, “Oooooohhh!”
Casanova takes a run at the bed and lurches up onto the mattress, easily making the jump – then stumbling around beside and over her. As he steps over our independent young slut, who instinctively reaches up under his belly and takes a gentle hold of his heavy sheath… He stops on the spot – knowing not to move when a lady touches you there because great things often follow!
The girl half sits up, taking her weight on one elbow and reaching over with her other hand to continue fondling that sheath and the hard little cock inside. The sleek beast looking up into our camera, his tongue hanging out, almost panting.
The tip of the cock begins to poke out of the hairy pocket – and she continues to jerk at it, her ever present, self-confident smile broadening again as she giggles at the growing cock.
The wannabe feminist shows her true colours – leaning in and swallowing up the exposed portion of his dick in one quick move. She’s all about power and control, but she’s happy to become a dog’s slut… Wrapping her lips around it, sucking on it hard enough for her cheeks to pull in against her teeth. Pulling her head back slowly until the cock pops out and her lips smack. She laughs, then repeats the process – taking the whole tool in her mouth, sucking, then drawing it out until her lips smack again…
We hear a voice from off camera asking, “How does it taste?”
Elle looks up at the camera between lip-smacking sucks, half shrugging her shoulders and still smiling as she replies, “It tastes… Okay…” Another suck – drawing it back out to the pop/smack (it’s getting bigger and harder), then adding, “Better than any man’s cock I’ve ever sucked!” She smirks, looking at the tip of the cock right infront of her face, then swallows the whole thing again…
She sucks for a little while longer, then lets the cock pop out of her mouth again. She licks her lips in a semi-seductive way, showing off that she’s not ashamed of what she’s just done – then pushes the dog away, making him step over her head – pulls away from him, then sitting up, swinging over, up onto her knees… We’re once again struck by how slim and firm her body is – how good those hold-up stockings look on her long legs.
Casanova doesn’t let her get too far away – stumbling around on the mattress, his feet sinking in, moving behind her – his cock now freed from her mouth, he wants to stick it back in ‘somewhere’ – he doesn’t care where… So he’s staying right up behind her, pushing against her, making her fall forward onto her hands, doggy position…
She crawls forward, positioning herself, looking forward the whole time – as if she’s better than him, doesn’t even need to look back…
The dog doesn’t care whether she’s looking or not, and he doesn’t wait for permission – pushing forward and climbing up over her rear-end, his paws scratching against the sides of her ribcage as he pulls close. Elle lets out a little yelp of surprise as he takes hold – and stops crawling – leaning forward a little, but still leaving her pussy in a good position for him to take…
And he takes it… Pushing forward, his belly on her arse, holding tight and jerking his hips… We see a cameraman moving into shot, getting close, down on the floor, resting his camera on the bed – aiming up at her pussy from below.
We cut to that low angle, looking up between her thighs, watching as his glistening cock slaps between her thighs, against her pussy – stabbing at her flesh…
Elle leans her pussy back toward him. Making it easier for him… She’s already gasping, fighting a smile, head back, face turned slightly toward camera…
The mean looking beast gets serious – holding tighter and pumping harder – staccato bursts, trying to find his way into her cunt – and then…
He’s in… We can tell from the way her eyes open wide and her smile disappears as he moves his body forward and begins to pump immediately – rocking her body forward…
She locks her arms out under her, sets her hips and thighs, and tries to brace herself against the pounding… Which is hardcore! Fast and furious – intense.
Elle looks like she’s enjoying herself, but she says nothing – not a word of encouragement or a sound of excitement – just biting her bottom lip as she soaks up his thumping action.
As she isn’t giving us much of a reaction – we cut to Dennis in the other room, watching his phone – we can hear the commentator on his little phone shouting, “Paolo Di Canio!” He smiles in reaction, then looks up and over toward the bedroom, and shouts, “Is he balls deep yet?” Chuckling and turning back to his screen. “Showing her who’s in charge…”
We’re bag in the bedroom, watching as the dog shows his bitch who’s in charge… The slim feminist being pounded hard and fast… Raising her head higher, arching her back, breathing harder – as the dog continues to thrust into her. She looks like she’s about to cum… About to… And then…
Casanova lurches hard up against her, bending his back, holding onto his bitch, his paws pressing down against the front of her thighs, looking like he’s trying to push his whole body into hers. The strain and frustration shows on her face – so close to another orgasm… There’s just a dumb look on his. It’s almost comical – she’s so intense, he’s so doggy.
We cut back down between her thighs, looking up at her pussy – we can see the knot inside, ugly and round, and her lips parted, stretched out, straining… The knot pulses, making her pussy part by an extra millimetre, then return to its regular stretched-out shape.
Then we cut to look at her face in close-up… Sweat on her top lip, eyes beginning to water – but still saying nothing, just letting out little involuntary grunts in time with those pulses…
Then back to the wide-shot to check out how good this slim dogwhore looks with the sleek, black, muscular beast on her back – holding tight, looking mean… He owns this feminist little slut – and he’s demonstrating that ownership by filling her up with his doggy spunk!
We cut to the other room, Dennis with his head up, not watching his screen, listening very carefully to the silence from the next room. “I hope he’s showing that young lady plenty of respect…”
And we cut right back to the wide shot of his dog on the young slut’s back… Holding position as she reaches back between her thighs and presses her fingers up against the back of his knot, pumping it deeper into her pussy, letting it bounce back, then pushing it in again… Wanking herself off with that rock hard cock and knot – and beginning to rock her hips back against him as well.
We cut back and forth between the low angle pussy shot, watching the knot pushed inside out of view, then returning to between her lips; the close-up of her face, watching her as she begins to react more openly to the sensations of the cock pushing in and out of her at her preferred pace, knowing she can keep this going as long as she needs to; and the wide-angle, watching the dumb dog on the slim whore’s back.
After a couple of minutes build up she begins to move her hips more aggressively, her face twisting up, muttering under her breath, “That’s right… That’s it… I’m using you… Using your fucking cock to make me cum… Make me cum on that big doggy cock! Dirty slut! Dirty fuckign dogfucker!” – talking herself into it…
And then she’s cumming… Pleasure racing through her body, her pussy on fire, her belly burning, her heart pounding… Mouth open in a silent cry of pleasure…
We cut from her joy, to a close-up of Casanova – looking mean and aloof as usual, big brown eyes almost glazed over as he continues to pump his cum into his slim bitch. He pants toward camera for a few seconds, and then we fade back to the expression on Elle’s face – mouth open, half smile, eyes droopy, just beginning to catch her breath…
Then we’re back in the wide shot – our cute guest, with her long hair hanging down, her little tits still held by that black bra, Doberman on her back, just holding onto her, one hindleg lifting off the floor, scratching at her thigh…
She’s still got one hand back between her legs, massaging rather than masturbating. We move around them, slowly mixing through to the same scene a little later – Elle a little sweatier, her hair hanging down on either side of her head, her mouth open, face red… The dog still looking a little out of breath.
We cut to a low angle, watching as that big ugly knot eases slowly back into view. The more we see of it, the bigger it looks… Stretching the lips of Elle’s young pussy out wider and wider… But she still isn’t giving us any verbal reaction – no grunt, no groan, no cry… And then – almost anticlimactically, the whole thing pops out and flops free – her pussy snapping back into place like a magic trick. Dog semen leaking out between the closed lips… Dribbling to the floor.
A second later, Elle slowly pushes herself back upright until she’s standing on her knees, which are still a foot apart, a dark patch on the sheets between them. Wiping her chest and belly off – sweat and dog hairs – flipping her hair back and looking over to the camera and giving us a sarcastic smile. “See…” She says. “No bullshit with a dog… No lies… Just a good hard fuck. And he made me cum, which is more than most men manage!” She pauses. “Well, I made myself cum, but having his cock in me made the difference – so it wasn’t really masturbation – it was dogsex…” She pauses again, taking a couple of deep breaths. “Who needs men?”
We fade out on her still wearing that self-satisfied, sarcastic expression. Letting her think she is superior and has made her point… To her credit, she’s managed to get through the entire show without getting naked, keeping those sexy little tits in her bra the whole time, her panties always on, even if they were pulled to the side allowing us a clear view of her cunt… But we all know that, as she’s just demonstrated, that naked or not, and making her point, she’s still just another perverted little dogslut.
We fade through to a shot of her in the living room, next to Dennis. Next to him, and dressed this way, she looks particularly slight. His wide, sweaty bulk looks almost comical next to her tight white physique. She’s still in her black underwear, with the gusset of her panties once again pulled over her pussy lips, her stockings still pulled up but now with a couple of ladders. He’s looking her up and down.
“Well, I’ve got to admit, I look forward to seeing what kind of a slut my boy made you… I’m sure he had fun.”
“And so did I.” She says, refusing to concede any ground.
“I’m delighted to hear it… There’s many a woman who thinks she can survive without a man… But there’s nothing beats a bit of cock!”
“Or a lot of it!” And she finally lets Dennis see her smile.
Dennis points down, under his big belly, toward his crotch. “Well, there’s another one here if you want it… All your choice… I’m ‘appy for you to be in charge… I’ve just watched Paolo bang in 50 goals for the ‘Ammers… I’m ready to go…”
She looks him up and down and tuts. “In your dreams.”
“In your nightmares, more like…” He laughs, adding a playful, “Fuck off…” before he turns to the camera, exerting control by taking the last word from her. “That’s all for another week… Next time we’ll have a more appreciative slut, one who knows her place – below the beast – and appreciates what a privilege it is to be allowed to fuck a big, bad, masculine mutt!” He smiles, “Until then – stay safe…”
And we fade out for another week, watching as our guest struts away back toward her bedroom, her stride a little uneven – her legs still not fully recovered from her debut dogfuck.
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