Apologies but due to health issues there will be no new episode this week, and possibly next week. I hope the show will return soon.

As this week’s show begins we are moving along a quiet, classy looking tree-lined street.  The trees are green and lush, the sky blue with just a few fluffy white clouds floating slowly overhead.

A caption fills the screen, telling us that we are in, “WORTHING, ENGLAND.”

As the caption fades, we turn to one side, looking over the big trees along that side of the street – and then see a gap between the trees, an opening and a driveway, leading into large two-story brick building with steeply sloping rooftops.  The ends of the buildings are mock-Tudor, white-washed walls with large black exposed wooden beams.

A blue and white sign by the side of the driveway, reads, “Worthing Apartments”.

We move toward this most impressive and classy looking apartment block, through the gates and under the trees – until something, or someone, drops down from one of the branches infront of us, blocking our view with a dark blur…  The blur moves away from us, moving into focus as the unmistakable form of our Stone Age Man looking Scouse host, Jake ‘Di Animal’ Morley…  He has a slightly pained look on his face as a result of dropping from the tree, but he pushes on with his introduction…

“Ello, I’m Di Animal…  An dis week I’m in Worthing, to meet another slut who wants to fuck a dog!” Pausing briefly, then smiling even wider and confirming, “Really!” – as if we doubted him for a second.

He turns to face the building, then hobbles away toward it as well as he can, trying to cover up that he’s hurt his leg, and we follow before cutting to…

We cut to the interior of one of the apartments, noting that it is large and impressive, exactly what you’d expect after seeing the exterior of the building.  The living room is spacious, big enough to have a large two couch lounge area, plus a dining area large enough for an 8-seater dining table, then an impressive stone benchtop kitchen.

Standing behind the counter in the kitchen, looking our way, apparently using the stone bench-top as a safety barrier between her and the camera, is a slim, blonde woman wearing a large pink t-shirt (and white jeans we can just about see whenever she steps back from the bench).  She looks up at us and she’s pleasant enough to look at – especially when she smiles…  There’s something about her that suggest she’s hiding sadness… 

She talks quietly, with a posh accent, clearly nervous about ‘outing’ herself, “Hello…  Ummmm…  I’m Ness Fenwick…  I’m a 33-year-old mother of two little boys…” She pauses nervously, gathering her thoughts, then continues, “I’m from Worthing, born and raised…  And I’m here to have sex with a dog.”

We cut to a shot of her standing opposite our host, who is holding a small card infront of him, gripped tightly in both hands to make sure he doesn’t lose it.  He’s looking down at it to read his questions.  Ness is reading the notes – and we get the feeling that she’s getting them, upside down – a lot faster than he’s getting them, right side up.

His lips move as he reads the first question, then he looks up at her, smiles, seems to forget the question – checks it again – then looks up and asks, “Alright Nessie…  ‘Ow longave yew one-ed to fuggadog?”

“It’s not really a question of how long I’ve wanted to do it…  I’ve..  Errrr… I’ve never WANTED to ‘fuck’ a dog…  Ahhhh…  My husband asked me to do it – and I didn’t – and… Errrrr…  I’ve…  I think it’s safe to say that I’ve regretted my decision ever since.”

We pause as Jake realises that she’s stopped talking, then follows up, “Weeears yer usban now, licccke?:”

Ness looks down at the floor, looking frustrated and sad. “Errrr…  My husband is currently, ‘away’ from the family home… I made a mistake, and, ahhh, I’m paying the price for that.”  She pauses, collecting her thoughts. “I just want to make it all the way it was before.”

There’s another pause, Jake not sure how to get her talking. He looks at his card again, checks the questions, then asks, “Ow long woz yoos married?”

Our guest looks almost happy to have questions to answer rather than a story to tell. “Ahhhhh… We’ve been married for 12 years.  But, I’m not sure if we’re still married.  Legally, we are, but, errrrr…  I don’t know.  He left, so, I don’t know if it counts anymore.”

Jake squints, looking concerned, as if a marriage break-up is the worst thing he can imagine. “Whyyyydeeego?”

Ness sighs, “OHhhhhhh…  I made two mistakes, really…  The first was saying yes to too much – and the second was saying no to something… Errrrrr…  I was very young when we married – I was something of a sugar-baby, or sugar-daughter, or whatever you might call it…  He was my sugar-daddy…  And I suppose I was all about having fun…  We had no plans for a family, or anything like that.  We liked nights out at the theatre, nice dinners in nice restaurants, impromptu holidays…  Then…  We had our baby, and then another one right after…  And Matthew, my husband, he found being a father, a family man, to be a little too, errrrr, restrictive…”

Jake is looking very confused by her language, he nods as if he understands, but he says nothing.

She continues, “We didn’t go out anymore…  Holidays were a family affair…  My poor Matthew just wanted any kind of release.  Things we could do at home after the boys went to bed…  Excitement…  Something different…  He suggested I make some new friends on Tinder, and I wanted to keep him happy, and errrrrr, to be honest, the idea did have some appeal to me.”

Jake interrupts her flow with another Scouse squeal, “Like, sleepin wiyother men?”

“Not much sleeping!” She laughs, her mood lightening as she thinks of some fun times. “Just sex with strangers.  He loved to watch. He loved that I was no longer a ‘mother’, I was a sex object…  And I think, well, look at me…”

She holds her hands up, showing herself off – skinny, pleasant enough but hardly sexy. “To be honest, I liked being ‘sexy’…  So, I was happy to go along with him.  Even when he started inviting multiple guys!”  She looks more guilty than angry.

“Like gangbangs an stuff?” Asks Jake, drooling a little at the thought.

Ness pauses and nods, frustrated with Jake’s question rather than upset about her past, “Yes.  Gangbangs and stuff.”  She sighs again, “And, yes…  It was exciting.  It was an escape from ‘our boring life’.  Put the kids to bed, then 3 or 4 complete strangers show up, have sex with you, then have a coffee and go…  It’s thrilling…  It leaves you feeling dirty and used, but…  I actually didn’t mind that either.  The truth is though – that I enjoy the boring life too.  I love looking after the kids, I love being a mother, and…”

Jake is clearly getting bored, he blurts out, “Wharrabout da dogs?”

Our guest pauses again, deciding whether to try and tell her whole story, or the short version that Jake is looking for. The short version wins. “Matthew wanted more. He wanted it dirtier. He told me he had met someone on-line who had a dog he could bring around the have sex with me, and he was very keen.  I drew the line there. I don’t mind sleeping with other men…  I’d even sleep with a woman…  But animals – that was a step too far for me.”  She sighs again, trying to smile at her mistake, “We had a couple more gangbangs…  With more men than before…  And he was encouraging the guys to do more and more to me…  But I could tell I was losing him.  He was too frustrated…  And then he left.  He said our life was too stifling.  Too normal.”  She pauses, filling with emotion as she fights to finish her story. “And then he was gone.”

The dramatic nature of her story, and her emotional delivery, is lost on Jake, who’s still way back in the story. “’Ow many men?”

Ness looks more than a little frustrated, but answers, “I think the most was seven, but…”

Jake interrupts again, “At the same time?”

Ness sighs, “One at a time. One after another…  And…”

Jake adds, “Like a train?”

She sighs again, going back to respond, rather than finish her story, “Yes.  They ran a train on me.  Seven men, one after another.”  She pauses, waiting to see that Jake is done. Then pushes on, “So… Eerrrrr…  After he left, he was completely out of our lives.  No calls, no address…  And I want him back, and the kids NEED him back…  But he doesn’t communicate with us.”

Jake speaks for us all, saying everything we’re thinking, “Worra cunt!”

This makes Ness smile, but then she’s back into her story. “Well…  Yes…  Maybe so…  But I can’t let him go.  So…”  She takes another breath, as if she’s about to say something we haven’t already guessed, “As there doesn’t seem to be another way to get through to him, I thought, if I appear on the show, I know he’ll see it, because I know he watches it religiously…  So, he’ll see me doing this – for him – and he’ll know that if he comes back, he can have everything he wants…  Because if he comes back, there will be nothing off limits for him.”

Jake lets this moment sit for a second, then – prompted by a producer from off camera – he moves the show on. “And… Errrr…  On dat note, I tink is time forruz ta move on the ackshun.”

He looks over at Ness, and there’s a short pause, then he says, “Kit off!” and smiles his leering, stupid smile.

Ness nods and reaches down, taking the hem of her pink t-shirt and lifts it up and over her head, showing off a slim belly and small tits (no bra), with pin-prick nipples.

Jake can’t help himself, commenting, “Tiny titteeeeez!” with a little childish giggle.  Ness doesn’t look impressed, and when he reaches out to touch, she slaps his hand away.  It’s a playful slap rather than anything angry, but a slap none-the-less.

We cut to another shot, with the camera now behind the kitchen bench with our guest, watching as she unbuttons the front of her jeans, commenting that, “This is always the most awkward moment…  I feel a little jealous of your boy having nothing to take off…”, as she opens them and pushes them down over her narrow hips and down her slim legs.  We swing away from her to see Jake’s Golden Retriever, Kenny, standing in the kitchen, looking up at Ness, his mouth a little open, his tail wagging.

Then we’re back on her – standing in her kitchen in nothing but a simple pair of white French knickers.  She looks from the dog to our camera.  “I’m not having second thoughts about it, because it’s something I’ve thought about a hundred times…  I’ve thought it through every way…  So, I don’t have any doubts…  But… Errrrr… Now that I’m here, and he’s there, it’s very, very real now.”  She opens her eyes wide and cringes for the camera.  “I hope Matthew’s watching!”

She slips her panties down her slim legs and steps out of them, a smile flickering over her face.  We can see a perfectly shaved pussy, completely hairless and smooth, with a tattoo that reads, “SLUT” where the thickest pussy hair would normally be.

She pauses and runs a finger over the thick black letters, telling us that, “Matthew insisted I got this…  I’ve had it covered up for the last year, but I thought I should show it off for him…”

With the bitch now naked, we cut to a shot of Kenny the Labrador as he pulls against the leash in Jake’s fist.

Then we’re back to our guest as she drops down to her knees, looking around at our camera as if this is all a bit of a joke…  Maybe not what she’s doing, but the fact that she’s doing it on camera…  She leans forward and calls the dog, “Kenny!”

Jake, with a big grin on his monkey-face, releases the beast, and allows the big animal to cross the room to his guest, “Gowan fugger…  Fug-dat-biissshhhh!”

The Labrador raises his head to meet Ness’s face – nose-to-nose/mouth-to-mouth…  Flapping his tongue out across lips face.  She resists the temptation to pull away from the sloppy tongue and slobbery jaws, keeping her face in range, her lips tight together, letting him lick across her chin, her nose and her lips – her body shaking as she struggles to control herself…  She lets out a little whimper, suggesting that this is already a little too much for her.

She allows the licking to continue, steeling herself, then forces herself to open her mouth a little, allowing the dog’s tongue to slop over her face a couple more times before it slips between her lips, which makes her shriek and pull away quickly… 

As she backs away, she tips herself back from her knees to her ass, looking away from the dog to our camera, gasping, “Maybe my pussy…” and nodding as she leans back on one hand and opens her legs up – reaching down to slap her inner thigh with her other hand…  Offering her shaven haven up to the beast, and still taking a short breath as he moves in to check it out…  She runs her fingers down the pussy lips, spreading them out carefully as she tempts the dog…

We cut away to see Jake licking his lips, he’s drooling almost as much as his dog.  Laughing at, “Diiiiirty who-er…  Fuggin slutt!”  Looking to our camera and pointing over to her, “Loogarra!”

The big dog drops his head down between her thighs, pushing past her hand and sticking his snout right up against her wet pussy – his long tongue sliding between her lips – making her gasp and tense her body up, letting her supporting arm gives way so she can flop back down onto her back, which arches as the dog’s tongue delivers enough pleasure for her to almost forget what she’s doing…

We get the perfect camera position, looking down over her flat belly, over that ‘slut’ tattoo, to see the black dog’s bright eyes peering up between her thighs, his nose glistening, his tongue appearing at the end of each stroke over her pussy. 

We cut to a close-up of her face, her teeth bared, her mouth curling back into a wide smile as she begins to think that this may have been a good idea after all… She’s making little squeaky, excited noises every few licks as the dog hits her clit in just the right way…  Half words, broken syllables…  Looking around toward our camera, as if she’s seeking approval to continue… Which she gets as Jake called, “Gowaaan slllut!”

Arching her back, pushing her flat belly up into the air, she’s smiling and breathing deeper, trying to pace herself, focussing on her pleasure. It’s clear that this tongue action is getting really good to her, and we sense that she could cum at any moment…  Her problem is that Jake doesn’t care about that…  He, like most of our audience, wants to see her being fucked…

He steps in and pulls his dog back, and from her gasped reaction, raising her head, a forlorn look on her face, and then he calls, “Matty wantsta seeya fuggadog…”

Holding the dog by his collar, our host leans down toward Ness, grabbing her knee and pulling it to the side, trying to get her to roll over onto her knees rather than attempting to make her spread her legs wider.

As frustrated as she is by the sudden end to the oral pleasure, our guest snaps back into focus, remembering why she’s here.  She signs, “Yeah, okay…” and rolls over from her behind to her hands and knees – with Kenny immediately doubling his efforts to pull away from Jake’s firm grip, trying to pull toward the skinny bitch’s tight rear end.

She assumes a better position, dropping her shoulders, bringing her tiny titties down to almost ground level, almost touching the carpet, her arms crossed infront of her head, giving her plenty of support – her behind high in the air…  She’s still getting comfortable, shifting her knees and elbows, arching her back, pushing her pussy back – but Jake isn’t waiting, he releases his grip on the dog’s collar, pushing the beast toward the whore on the floor as hard as he can.

The beast raises his head as he rushes forward, his chest crashing up against her rear end, shoving her forward as he pushes his body up and over her and hooking his front paws around her hips, infront of her thighs, so he can pull himself hard onto her.

She squeals in surprise, “OOoooohhhh!” as she is rocked forward, struggling to keep her elbows and forearms infront of her… “OOooaaahhhh fffffaaahhhhkkk!”

The dog immediately starts thrusting at her rear end, bending his back to try and get his cock to her pussy – pumping at her, stabbing at her pussy and thighs, his front paws hooking her closer, giving her no chance to escape…

We cut to a close-up of her face – watching as she reacts to the buffeting from behind – and judging by the look on her face escape would be a bad option.  Many of our guests love this moment – it’s what they’ve been waiting years to experience, and they are so close to glory – but for Ness…  This is what she tried to avoid for years, it’s something she had to be incredibly desperate to even consider – and here she is, pinned down by a beast, about to be fucked by him, and really not looking happy about it.  She doesn’t sound happy either, moaning and grunting her disapproval, “UUhhh…  Aahahh…  UUrrrggghh…” as the dog looks for his spot.

“Gowaaaan shun…  Givit-errr!” Squeals our excited Scouse host. “Fuggggeeeeerr-raaaass off!”

We cut to a low angle shot, looking up between Ness’s slim thighs, watching the dog’s big cock poking four inches out of his sheath, flapping around as he tries to ram it home…  Missing every time.

Then we’re back to the side-angle – watching in perfect profile.  The big dog looming over the slim blonde, her arse raised up under his belly, her chest down, little tits mashed down hard against the carpet, her head to the side (toward us), red, sweaty already.  Her arms forward, elbows and forearms down to stop her from being shunted forward by the constant banging against her rear.

And then…

The dog lurches forward and switches into overdrive…

“AAARRRRGGHHH-GGHH-GGGHH-GGGGHHH!” a scream which turns quickly into a guttural refrain, another GGHH on each thrust.

Our guest’s mouth is wide, her eyes bulging, her hands have turned into fists, her arms and shoulders flexed and tense as she braces herself… 

Jake’s excited call of, “Eeesss fuggin-err…  Eeeess fugginurrrrr!” is a statement of the obvious.

It’s rough and it’s ugly as the dog continues to lurch and jerk into the blonde’s pussy – his body bending as he rams and rubs his crotch against her rear.  A feverish pace that continues to rock her around.  He looks like he’s having the time of his life, mouth slightly open, tongue lolling out of the side, front legs holding tight, pounding away – she looks like she’s in trouble, just about managing to handle the barrage of blows to the backside.  Teeth bared, glowering, her eyes begging for rescue, gasping, “Ohh ooowwwww.. OOooohhhhh..  UUuuggghhh!” – almost in tears.

Jake is bouncing around infront of her, rubbing his crotch, calling (wrongly) that, “She luvs ih…  She luvs ih…!”

The fuck only lasts twenty seconds – from penetration to stationary – but it seems like the longest twenty seconds of Ness’s life. In terms of both pain and humiliation she’s pushed to the limits…  And then, the action stops, with Kenny leaning right back, almost comically standing over his bitch, his head in the air, belly against her butt, chest raised, front paws up around her midriff… 

It looks like he’s straining to squeeze an extra inch into her…  And she looks like she’s struggling to handle it. 

Her gasped reaction getting louder, becoming a growl, “AAARRRRGGHHH AAAAHHHHH!” as she tries to grit her teeth and push through it…

Jake moves around behind the action and drops down to his hands and knees, bending forward and dropping his head so he can look up between the mess of legs to see where the real action is.  Once he’s in position and watching up close, he slips one hand down into his trousers and continues to rub himself.

We cut down to the low angle, looking up at her pussy – stretched wide, the lips almost folding back on themselves, the knot half-in, half-out, the fat shaft buried, spunk leaking out.  It’s easy to see how this would be painful.  It’s a fearsome looking knot, wide and ugly…

We can hear Jake’s commentary, “Lookarrih…  Lookarrih…  Eez knotted…  Eez in…”

Back to her face, close-up – seeing the pain in her eyes, the strain on her face.  Glowing red skin, tiny little facial hairs, beads of sweat.  Clenched teeth, through which she is still emitting that ugly growled moan, “UUUUHHHH UUUHHHHH”

We cut to the wide angle again, the slight woman shaking a little under the beast – his weight pushing her down, his cock filling her up.  Her head against the floor, and she’s still looking desperate – but defiant.  Gritting her teeth and growling again. 

The dog on her back, panting, beginning to look tired…  And then suddenly just dismounting – no build-up, no fuss, no ceremony…  He just pulls back and hops off her his bitch, his big cock sliding out of her cunt and flopping down.

We cut back to the low angle close-up ‘action replay’ of the dismount, watching the half-inserted knot dislodge, twisting to the side then slipping out of that tight snatch, the shaft flopping free with a gush of canine cum streaming out.

Then we cut to the wide shot again to watch as our newly minted dog-slut slumps forward, letting her belly drop to the floor, then just laying there, gasping for air, repeating, “Oh God…  Oh my God…  Ohhh…  Fuck…”

Behind her, Jake shifts position so that he’s kneeling astride one of her legs, behind her, his trousers now pulled down and his cock out.  As usual, he’s rubbing his himself rather than jerking off, looking down at the dog-fucked bitch and repeating a snarled, “Dogfugga…  Derty fugging slut…  Derteeeeeeeee!” – then he’s breathing hard, turning red in the face, and then spraying cum around, sending a little shower of jism over his guest’s pert buttocks…

Beneath him, she doesn’t seem to care too much…  The dog has worn her out.  A funny man cumming on her arse barely registers, she’s had that before, plenty.

There’s a sudden cut to a close-up of Ness’s face, upright, looking right into camera – she looks like she’s had a chance to catch her breath.  She talks direct to camera, “Matthew… I’m sure you’re watching…  That was all for you…  I only did it for you…” She takes a couple of breaths, then adds, “And this is for you too…” – and then she turns her head to the side, and we follow her, seeing that she’s right next to the dog’s cock (which has been pulled back between his hindlegs to point toward her face).

She leans in, opening her mouth to take the cock inside, almost gagging as she gets her first taste, but forcing herself to take it all the way into the back of her mouth.  Closing her lips around it and beginning to suck on it…  Taking her time, sliding her head forward and drawing it back, allowing her lips to drag along the long shaft.  She lets it flop out at the end of the stroke, then turns to the camera again – trying to send a husky message to her husband, but struggling to make a sound before coughing, then whispering, “I love this…” (no she doesn’t), “… and I love you…” (we don’t doubt this).

Off camera, we can hear Jake repeating, “She luvsih..  She fuggin luvsih…  She said so…”

On camera, she’s running her tongue up and down the length of the dog’s shaft, letting the cock rub against her cheek as she moves along it…  Then kissing the shaft as she returns to the tip, then takes it back into her mouth, moving up and down the shaft.  She works slow enough, and for long enough, to give us a good view, but the occasional pauses as she fights the urge to spit it out are a dead giveaway to how she really feels.  When she’s sucked as much as she can, she pulls back, holding the cock in her fist, aiming it at her face, her mouth open to catch the little jets of jism that are still squirting out every few seconds.  As the little jets continue, she turns her head slightly to the camera, telling her husband through the lens, “If you come back…” squirt “…  and buy me a dog…” squirt “… I’ll do this for you – all – the – “ squirt, right into the back of her throat, making her cough and ruining her dialogue, then she finishes, “…  Time.”

She pulls her mouth back and lets the cock hang down.  She lets cum dribble over her bottom lip, trying to make it look sexy.  Her bottom lip is almost quivering as she tries to control the ‘spill’ – she’s so close to tears that we can almost see them.  She covers up by bringing a hand up and smearing the cum from her chin, up and over her face, soaking herself.

The whole time this is going on we can hear Jake in the background calling her a “Deh-ty deeh-ty slut!” and trying to convince us that “She luvsih…  She luvsih!”

We look at her glistening face for a few more seconds, the sadness in her eyes coupled with the filthy fluid on her skin…  Watching as she tries to look like this is where she wants to be…  Then we fade to black.

After a short pause, white letters begin type up onto the screen, telling us that:

“Matthew DID see the show, and he DID get the message.  He’s returned to the family home, and claims that they have a truly happy family now.”

A family picture appears in the middle of the screen.  Husband (he’s quite a bit older than Ness, and nothing to write home about), wife (she doesn’t look particularly happy), two young boys looking very happy to pose with both of their parents together, and a particularly impressive looking St Bernard dog.

“Ness says she’s never been happier.”

The family picture fades out and is replaced by a shot of her laying back in a tattooist’s chair, wearing a t-shirt but no pants or panties.  Her husband is standing next to her, proudly pointing at the dog-paw tattoos on her abdomen.  We note that the word “DOG” has been added above the “SLUT” tattoo on her pubic mons pubis.  Whilst Matthew looks pleased, we can see the shame and humiliation on Ness’s face.

Realising that this is the life she has chosen for herself, we fade out for another week.

This week’s show begins with an establishing shot of a busy road – two lanes of traffic racing under our camera in either direction. We rise up to see that the road is an underpass, and we’re above it on a smaller road, with apartment buildings, hotels, and office blocks, ranging from 6 stories up to 10, stretching away infront of us.

A caption fills the screen, telling us that we are in, “READING, ENGLAND.”

We track along the street, passing parked cars, building entrances, and ground floor shop fronts – then, as the caption fades, we see our host waiting for us infront of the entrance to an older 6 storey building.

She’s slim and sexy, with big brunette hair – wearing blue dungaree-style trousers, with the upper body part barely covering her small breasts, providing us with an excellent serving of small but perfect side-boob. It’s the overly familiar sight of our Miley Cyrus look-a-like from Plymouth, Kelly Mills…

As she gets closer we can see that the tattoos on her side and arms match those on the real Miley, and as she smiles, showing off white teeth and pink gums, we can’t help but wonder if Kelly is really a Miley look-a-like with a passable Miley accent, or if Miley is masquerading as a slut from Plymouth, with an excellent west country accent…

She introduces the show and herself in a crips, clearly educated voice as she gets closer. “Hello there… Welcome to ‘The United Kingdom of Zoo’. I’m your host, Kelly Mills, and this week we’ve got another lovely lady who wants to show the world how much size matters!”

We turn away from the front of the building and look up the street, where we can see this week’s guest directly infront of us – a plus sized middle-aged black slut, looming over our camera, which is shooting her from the boobs up. Those boobs are brown and huge, and barely contained in a low-cut top that leaves little to the imagination. Her mouth seems almost as big as the boobs – and open, revealing bright white teeth as she laughs (apparently amused just because the camera is pointing at her).

We pull back to a wider angle, taking in her loud fashion sense… A white figure-hugging bodystocking mercilessly shows off the extra weight around her middle as much as the size of her chest; a tight red skirt which stops just short of her knees but can’t hide the size of her thighs or the roundness of her behind… The outfit is completed by red boots that reaching to the top of her calf muscles, meaning that only her knees and the very bottom of her thighs are ‘exposed’, and even they are partially covered by fishnet stockings… Combined with her big frizzy hair – it’s a striking combo – attention grabbing… She’s no oil painting, her body isn’t to die for, but she’s loud and proud and wants everyone to look at her… And her words back up her look..

“I love being the centre of attention…” – a laugh, and then she’s into her introduction in a loud, confident, and very, very happy voice, laughing between every comment. “Hello…” Chuckle. “My name is Mavis Clemence…” A laugh, as if her name is funny, then… “I’m 48 years old, and…” Another chuckle, “… I should know better than to do this…” Which descends into another laugh.

We cut to a shot of her standing beside Kelly, with the little slut wrapping a skinny arm around her guest’s hefty shoulders. Mavis is barely containing her excitement and laughter as Kelly asks the first question of her pre-fuck interview, “Alright then, Mavis… Why don’t you tell me a story?”

Mavis laughs, her voice booming with mirth, “Girl… What can I tell ya? I’m a bad girl… A bad lady… I have some very bad ideas, some bad fantasies… I can’t help it… I think it’s down to the way I was raised!” She laughs, evidently not quite believing what she’s saying.

She continues, “You see, my father, God rest his soul, was a strict man. A religious man. A minister. I walked on eggshells, afraid of his hand if I stepped out of line, because if I said the wrong thing, he’d give it to me. If I put a poster up on my bedroom wall, if it wasn’t Jesus, flowers or an animal, he’s rip it down… I put a picture of a beautiful big black horse up on the wall, and I used to look at that… And I think that sort of caught my imagination. I wasn’t allowed to think about boys, so I just started thinking about that horse.” She grins. “It wasn’t anything sexual… Not really… But it was definitely, ‘something’. I associated that horse with freedom and beauty.”

We cut to another angle, a moment later, as she continues her story, “Then, I married a man just like him—dominant, demanding. Another hardcore Christian, keeping me in check.” Mavis leans in, her eyes sparkling with determination. “He didn’t even like me to suck his cock… He thought sex was just for reproductions. He had his fun, but he didn’t think I needed any.” She pauses, looking up into camera, then cracks a wide white-toothed smile, and confirms, “But I wanted it. I wanted ALL the fun!”

Another cut, she continues, “So when my husband died, God rest his soul… I was suddenly ‘free’. I didn’t have him telling me what to do, and my father was gone too… It was just me, and I could do whatever I wanted…” Another big smile and a chuckle, because she knows that we know she obviously wanted whatever she could get!

Kelly asks the question for us, just to be sure, “… And what did you want?”

The black woman’s smile becomes even wider, “Everything!” She laughs, then starts up again, “I was free, and I was ready to explode! I tried all sorts of things—younger men, group sex, gang bangs… But I never forget that horse… A big, black horse… That was real beauty to me. That’s what I really wanted… A big and beautiful, black beast.” She’s chuckling as she talks, her confidence building, her honesty level rising, “And the idea that my father, and my husband, would be spinning in their bloody graves… That drives me as wild as the idea of that huge bloody cock filling up my big pussy!” Mavis’s laughter fills the air, her voice echoing with a mixture of liberation and mischief.

“So this is about freedom as much as it’s about sex?” Queries our host.

“Damn straight!” Mavis exclaims, her voice rising with excitement. “I want to feel alive, let go of all those years of repression. I’ve been bottled up for too long, and now, it’s time to set myself free, to experience everything I’ve denied myself.”

Kelly’s voice turns playful, “And you think having sex with a horse on camera is the way to do that?”

Mavis’s laughter fills the room, her body shaking with mirth. “Girl, it’s not just about freedom, or rebelling about the men in my life… It’s also, obviously, about that giant bloody cock… Alive… Using me…”

Kelly asks another question, “So, your father was a minister… Your husband was a believer… Are you still part of the church?”

Mavis fights her excited smile and nods. “I am.”

Kelly follows up with the obvious question. “What do you think the congregation will think about this?”

Our guest flushes, her brown face glowing rather than turning red. “I don’t know… But I can’t wait to walk into the church on broadcast day… I’ve thought about it, the previews will have been on all week, with my face on them, and I’ll go into church and some of them will know, and I’ll be telling them they have to watch the show! Most of them will be disgusted, but you know some will watch!” She grins. “I can’t wait!” Then she laughs again.

We fade through to a shot of Klik-Bait, our huge and very well serviced black stallion. A former race-horse who’s sole purpose in life now is to pleasure willing women.

We hear Kelly playfully commenting, “You’re just a dirty whore, aren’t you?” – and then whip the camera around to look at Mavis, preparing to undress on the other side of a straw covered floor of the barn. She pauses, trying to control herself, then bursts into a loud fit of laughter, flashing big white teeth at us as she unfastens the belt at the top of her skirt. “You could say that… Right… You could say that…” And she laughs again – a deep laugh right from her belly.

She reaches behind her back to unbutton the top of the skirt, then lets the whole thing fall to the floor around her ankles. She’s wearing matching big white panties and stockings with elasticated tops. The white material in sharp contrast to her chocolate brown flesh.

She adds, “I can’t wait… I really can’t…”, smiling broadly, the gap in her teeth almost enough to distract us from her big round tits, sitting in the cups of that heavy-duty bra.

She reaches behind her back, struggling a little as she unhooks it and then lets it fall away from her chest, freeing those huge boobs. They sag low against her wide body.

“What are you looking forward to the most?” Asks Kelly.

Mavis looks sideways at her, like the answer is obvious. “His cock… His big hard cock… Being rammed into me, over and over…” She grins again. “I like a big cock… And I love it rough…” – and she laughs again, as if that’s funny.

She stops the laughter, then takes a big breath and slips those big off, completely exposing a soft belly and a hairy bush… And then she’s standing upright, showing herself off – proud of herself. She’s big but not obese, and coupled with the huge tits, thick-lipped white-toothed smile, and big hair, it makes for quite a sight.

She holds her arms out, noting the looks she’s getting from our crew. “Black and beautiful, baby!” She grins. “Don’t ya love it!?”

She looks across the barn, then adds, “Speaking of black and beautiful…”

She almost bounces across the barn toward the horse, the smile on her face so big and white that we’re almost distracted from her big boobs as they bounce and swing with every step. She walks straight to the horse, without a hint of fear or nerves, and then drops into a deep squat at his side, her pussy and arse exposed and almost touching the dirty floor.

She’s close enough to have one shoulder under his belly – touching distance from his fat shaft – and after a short pause to admire the big cock hanging infront of her, she reaches out and casually takes hold of it – wrapping her fingers around it, and moving the shaft around to get an idea of how heavy and hard it feels.

She runs her fingers up and down the shaft, holding tight to jerk him off. Her eyes opening wider as it seems to get fatter, longer, heavier, harder. She licks her lips.

“You wanna suck his cock, don’t you?” Asks Kelly, stating the obvious – but doing it in a friendly way – encouraging our guest to do what she wants to do!

Mavis smiles – white teeth flashing – and nods, then lets out a little gasp before turning her attention back to the cock – waddling a little closer in that squat, moving her lips up toward the dick, rubbing the tip against her face – over her lips, her chin, cheeks, nose, then back to her mouth. She kisses it, smooshing her lips up against it, then parting them, wrapping them around the tip, sucking the end in. The end of the cock is big – really big – and we wonder if she’ll be able to fit it all in. It doesn’t take long for her to answer our question though, pushing it in and wrapping her lips around it.

She brings her other hand up to the cock, taking hold with both, using one to support it whilst the other rubs up and down toward her mouth – sucking the whole time. We can hear her breathing noisily around the shaft as she’s jerking and sucking on it – breathing hard, excited by what she’s doing, loving every second.

We cut to a wide shot, getting a reminder of how huge the horse is, standing over our squatting black slut. As she’s jerking his cock toward her face, and her face toward the cock, her whole body is shaking, especially those big tits.

We cut back to watch up close as Mavis continues to work that huge cock in and out of her mouth, sucking on it, then pulling it out for a second, then pushing it back in. Big lips around the tip, big mouth straining to take it – the cock may be hard, but the tip still has a lot of soft flesh on it, which squeezes between her lips.

Each time she pulls it out she comments, breathlessly, that, “Oh, it’s sooo good… I luv it… It’s lovely…” – kissing the tip, licking it like a lolly-pop, then stuffing it back inside. The next time it comes out, there’s a loud laugh of disbelief as she looks up into our camera for a moment, and realises again this is really happening.

We cut to a wider angle and watch as our chunky guests continues working that giant cock into her big mouth – to the side of the lovers, our host is undressing – she’s already near naked, her pert titties standing proud, little arse and skinny body, pale and tattooed.

She peels her panties off, revealing a clean-shaven crotch, and then moves up behind Mavis, dropping down into a crouch behind her, leaning against her so that her small white tits press against the wide black back. She reaches around her with one hand to wrap thin white fingers around a heavy brown boob, she whispers, “Keep sucking, slut!” in her ear and slips her other hand down under the older woman’s behind, slipping fingers along the crack of her arse and over her pussy lips.

Mavis keeps sucking the whole time, smiling as Kelly eases up behind her, leaning back into the boobs, twisting her pelvis to meet the host’s thin fingers.

We cut to a close-up of Kelly’s fingers working that ass-crack – fingertips running over the wet snatch, then back over the dark brown arsehole, pushing into it, then pulling out for another stroke over and between the pussy lips. It’s not hygienic, but it’s very pleasurable for our guest – especially as those fingers head back to her arsehole, pushing deeper this time… Pumping in and out – stretching.

We return to the wider angle, the horse in profile; the black slut squatting beside him, bending under his belly, working his huge cock into her mouth; the skinny white girl crouching behind her, grabbing a big brown tit in one hand whilst she continues to finger her ass, hard and fast. Taunting her to, “Suck it… Yeah… Isn’t it the best? Don’t you love it? Dirty fucking slut!”

Mavis slides the horse’s cock back out of her mouth, her big lips smacking and the flared head pulls free. She turns her head to the side, toward Kelly’s grinning mug, and gasps, “I want to fuck it… I want it inside me…”

Kelly nods and smiles again, and then rather than answering, she just leans forward and plants her mouth against the older woman’s mouth, locking lips with her, giving her a passionate and excited kiss. Our guest’s eyes close a little as she accepts the gift, and as the kiss breaks there’s a pause whilst the moment sinks into her.

Our host brings her back to reality, reminding her that, “You want to fuck it? You want this huge cock inside your dirty cunt?” – the look of Mavis’s face just confirms what we already know.
We cut to a shot of Kelly grabbing a carefully positioned straw bale and pulling it over under the belly of the horse – then turning to grab Mavis by the shoulder, pulling her back into the action. Snarling, “C’mon then slut… Get your big arse on this!”
Our guest is smiling broadly, offering zero resistance as she’s made to get into position, dropping down onto the straw block, shuffling sideways, squeezing her bulky body between the bale and the beast, then raising her legs – her knees up beside the horse’s body. Gasping, “Oh myyyy Gaaaawwwd!” as she prepares for the moment of truth.

Kelly moves from positioning her, to taking hold of the horse’s cock, directing the big flat tip toward the black crack… She snarls, “Pull those knees back, slut!” – and her guest obediently takes hold of each leg behind the knee and pulls them back toward her shoulders, tipping her pelvis up, presenting her whole sexual quarter to the beast.

Our Miley Cyrus look-a-like guides the huge cock down to the pussy, rubbing it against the fleshy mound. As she rubs it against her guest, she checks, “Are you sure?” – and the black woman confirms, “Oh yes… Stuff it in… Force it… Don’t worry about me…” with a deep throated chuckle that confirms she means it…

Kelly rubs the tip of the cock down the crack of the black slut’s arse, pushing harder as she runs it over the big brown arsehole. Mavis reacts by pulls her legs back even further, pushing her arse out, gasping, “Yeeessss…”

We’re into a real close-up of the cock against arse, watching the pressure building up as the tip of pushed harder and harder against the anus, angled – Kelly with one hand gripping the end of his shaft, using the fingers of the other hard to poke and prod the fleshy tip at the big chocolate star-fish… Easing it in, forcing it.

She calls out, “Here it goes…” – a second before the tip begins to ease inside that tightest of holes. Our loud guest begins to growl, taking the pain – apparently loving it – as this huge tool begins to stretch out her poop-shute!

It’s slow, but it’s sudden, and before we know it, there’s a couple of inches of horse cock inside a stretched out black arsehole. The owner of that arsehole gasping even as she wriggles her hips to make her hole move around the cock.

We cut back to a wide-angle shot, watching as our guest lays on her back, with her knees on either side of the horse’s wide belly, shuffling under him, moving her hips up and down, working that cock – the horse standing over her and just letting her have her fun. His tail flapping around, suggesting a minor irritation.

As if we need any further confirmation, she calls out, “Oh my Gad… I’ve got a horse-cock in my arse!”

She pulls back on her knees, pulling her legs toward her shoulders again, making her pelvis rock under the beast, forcing herself to move around that massive member. Each time she moves, we see the horse react with a little twitch or shuffle, which moves the cock even more. He’s not fucking her, but she’s definitely fucking herself on him.

Back to a close-up to remind ourselves what it looks like when a horse’s fat cock is jammed into a tight human arsehole. The black woman’s anus gripping tight, digging into the soft outer layer of the hard cock. The cock pulling that anal ring-piece with it on every move. Mavis moaning on every movement.

Then we’re into a close-up of her round face… Her dark skin glowing as she looks up at us with a smile so wide it must be straining her cheeks as much as that cock is straining her arse. It’s a look of complete joy. She loves this.

Back to the wide shot, in perfect profile – the huge horse standing over the chunky black slut – her legs in the air, pulled back on either side of his body – the last few inches of his cock buried in her arse, stretching it out. Her rocking and rolling her pelvis under him, forcing a couple more inches of his shaft in and out of her tight hole. Moaning as she writhes around.

Above her, the horse twitches occasionally, flapping his tail impatiently. Each time he moves, her moan turns into a yelp or a growth.

We hold the angle long enough for things to start getting boring. As impressive a sight as it is to see such a huge beast looming over a human being, the lack of activity from the horse makes it lack any real movement.

We cut back to a close-up of Mavis – still looking up into camera, looking somewhat amazed… Still reacting to every move of the cock in her arse… Still causing most of that movement herself. As much as she’s enjoying it, it’s obviously just a little too much, because she gasps, “I think that’s enough…”

We cut back to the close-up of Mavis’s arse, stretched around the fat cock. We can see the folds of her belly fat beyond as she twists up and down, the shaft bending and shifting shaft as her hips twist and she shifts around on the straw bale beneath him…

Kelly reaches in and takes hold of the shaft, getting a good grip and carefully pulling it back, slowly easing it out of her guest’s arsehole – dragging her ringpiece along with the shaft, making her moan, until the slightly flared head pops out, expanding a little more as it does, showing us just how much flesh she had stuffed in there.

Mavis takes a second to adjust to no longer having a horse-cock in her arse, then begins to shuffle off the bale.

We cut to a shot of her side-by-side with her host, a big arm wrapped around the younger woman’s shoulder, they are both bent forward toward the horse, Kelly’s little tits jiggling, Mavis’s heavy boobs hanging down and swinging…

Kelly has got both hands around the tip of the cock, supporting it and massaging it at the same time. Mavis looks excited, and Kelly is whispering, “Get ready… He’s gonna cum… He’s gonna blow…”

As she talks, they are pushing their faces closer together, cheek-to-cheek, the flared head of the horse’s cock barely a foot infront of them, jerking around as the horse gets closer to his orgasm. Kelly’s magic fingers helping him get closer and closer… Mavis opening her mouth, her eyes flicking from the cock to her host, and back to the cock…

Kelly gasps, “Here… He… Cuuuuummmsssss…” and then opens her mouth wide and sticks her tongue out, just like Mavis, just as the beast ejaculates his huge load all over their faces. It’s like a shot-gun going off – blowing spunk over a 12 inch wide target that includes both of their faces. Instantly drenching them. It’s hard to believe just how much cum shoots from a horse’s cock – but this image gives a pretty good demonstration!

Mavis turns her glistening face toward Kelly, and immediately begins to lick at her cheek, hungry for more jism. As she’s licking, a second shot of cum shoots from the head of the cock, splatting against the front of our host’s face, and the side of our guest’s.

Before Kelly has had the chance to close her mouth, Mavis is in there, locking her mouth onto her host’s and sharing a long, hungry, very wet kiss. Kelly releases the huge cock, which swings back under the horse’s belly and bounces, with another shot of jism being wasted on the stable floor between his front hooves. Neither of our sluts notice, they are too busy swapping those spunk-filled kisses. Hands stroking over each other’s soaked cheeks, smearing the muck down over necks and to tits – brown hands over small titties, white hands over big titties…

When the kiss finally breaks, Mavis turns away from a giggling Kelly, and looks into our camera – her face and tits glistening with cum, her eyes wide, a huge smile as she tells us, “That was fucking amazing… I ‘ope my father was watching this in heaven… This is what you raised! This is who I am!” – and then laughing, bringing a finger up to smear more cum from her chin into her mouth, sucking the finger clean and swallowing it all down, then gasping, “Yeeeeesssssss!” as we fade out on another wonderful bestial tryst.

White letters begin to type up on the screen, “Mavis says that her appearance on the show has had a remarkable effect on her life.”

A photograph fades up in the middle of the screen, Mavis in a white wedding dress, standing next to a respectable looking black man in a fine suit. A wedding day snap with various family members on either side. His family looks less impressed than hers.

A second caption tells us that, “The Sunday of the first broadcast of the show, she met a recently widowed member of her congregation, who claimed that the Lord had sent her for him… And his beautiful big black boy.”

The photograph in the middle of the screen changes to low quality video of Mavis, still wearing her wedding dress, but with the skirt hooked up over her big arse, and the front pulled down to free her big tits – and a beautiful big black Mastiff dog mounted on her back, delivering a serious pounding that makes those titties swing and has her mouth wide, crying out in joy.

In the sound knowledge that Mavis has found her perfect match, and his owner, we fade out for another week.