S10:E19: Sabrina Owen (53), from Windsor

We fade in on our darkened bedroom set – just about able to make out the outline of the old bed…  Then the lights click on, and we see the bed in its full glory…  Or perhaps that should be its complete lack of glory.  We pause long enough to marvel at the depravity of it all – this cum-stained mattress that girls have been squirting all over, cover torn, springs exposed.  It’s just ugly.

We hear the click-click of heels on concrete – slow, long, confident strides…  Then pan around to see this week’s guest approaching…

She’s slim, with small high boobs trapped in a shiny white bra that stands out against her tanned flesh…  Her belly is flat without being hard, her limbs long and slim.  She’s an older woman, but in very good condition.  Her white, full set lingerie – the bra, panties, stockings and suspenders – all in white satin – and then the shoes, white again, shiny and clean, fresh out of the box, with four-inch heels.

Physically she’s a solid 7, even at her age – and we can tell from her confident stride that she knows it.

We cut to a close-up, getting a better look at her face.  Thin lips, white teeth, a narrow nose, manicured eyebrows, quite a bit of make-up to conceal her age – but crow’s feet around the eyes are a giveaway.  Her hair is immaculately styled, cut short of her shoulders, lighter on the outside than at the parting.  Her expression mirrors her stride – confident bordering on arrogant.  She’s a 6 these days, but we’d love to have seen her twenty years ago!

She strides up to her mark and stops confidently, shoulders back, back slightly arched to pull that belly as flat as possible – she knows how to use what she’s got.  She keeps her face straight as she pauses before speaking – and when she speaks it’s with a rich, very posh accent. 

“Hello.  My name is Sabrina Owen, I’m 53, and I’m from Windsor, and I want to have sex with a dog!”  There’s no hesitation, nerves, or humour in her delivery – she’s deadly serious.

We cut to the side of the set, a slim, smartly-dressed, middle-aged man, sitting upright on an office chair, holding a small carrier bag. He looks like he’s breathing hard, but trying to hide it.  We can’t tell whether he’s excited or upset.

Then we cut back to Sabrina, now sitting on the edge of the bed, her slim legs crossed, looking quite sophisticated.  She delivers her explanatory monologue with a look of superiority on her face, clearly believing she is head and shoulders above the rest of the world.

“My dear husband once made the mistake of saying he’d like to see me having sex with another man…  So I made him watch while I did.  Just watch, he couldn’t join in, because that’s what he had said, ‘I’d like to watch’, not ‘I’d like a threesome’…  I enjoyed it, and to be quite frank, I think he did too…  And I’ve barely let him touch me since!  I just make him masturbate whilst I have sex with someone else!”

We cut to her vaguely husband on that chair again.  Watching quietly with a look on his face that’s hard to read.

Then we’re back on Sabrina.  “I like to find young men on Tinder…  The kind that are really handsome and really dumb.  The less educated the better, and I invite them to our home – into our bed…  And I make him sit and watch.  He loves it, and he hates it.”

We cut back to the husband, still waiting quietly.  He looks like he wants to say something, but knows he’s not allowed to. 

Back to Sabrina as she continues, “He gets particularly frustrated when I have sex with more than one chap at a time!  There’s nothing quite like the look on his face when I’m being skewered by two big boys at the same time.  He gets so frustrated, I sometimes think he’s going to explode, and then he does!” – she lets out a little involuntary gaffaw, a double-chuckle, before gathering herself.

Back to her husband, still looking demused, hands resting on top of the little carrier bag on his lap.

Then we’re back to Sabrina as she continues.  “I know he loves it…  Watching me having all the fun whilst he’s unable to touch me.  Knowing that I’m having more fun with them that I ever have with him.  I love to torture him that way.  The more fun I have, the more he suffers. That makes it better for me, and I suspect it’s better for him too.”

Back to the husband in time to catch what looks like the tail-end of a nod, his fingers spreading over his thighs and he grips his legs, trying to stay still.

And back to Sabrina, slightly closer to her face as we get to the business end of the of her story.

“I know he considers bestiality to be disgusting.  He refuses to watch your show, I think it’s quite fun.  I’ve told him a few times that I was going to come on, just to make him squirm…  And then I just decided that I’d do it.  I can tell he’s disgusted, AND turned-on…  Look at him…”

We cut back to her husband, and he does indeed have that I’m-disgusted-but-please-get-on-with-it look on his face.  He takes a deep sighing breath, and we cut back to his wife…

She lowers her voice to a sexy whisper, readying us for the action…  “So, here we are…  Here I am…  Ready for action, as it were…  I can’t wait…”

As if to prove the point, and to save time, we cut straight to an image of her sitting on the middle of the bed with a sleek black pitbull – our sexy little muscle beast, Ninja…  Every time either one of them moves we hear the bed squeak as the rusty springs strain again.  Sabrina already has a shoulder strap already off, and is reaching behind her back to unhook the bra as the dog stands infront of her, trying to lick her face, which she keeps turning away from him – not out of disgust, but simply in order to focus on removing her bra…  As soon as that’s off, and her smallish, widely spaced boobs are free to flop a little, and hang toward the floor as she leans forward – it’s mildly distracting and probably takes a point of her physical score, but she’s not bothered by it as she turns her attention to the animal – pushing her face forward, pursing her lips tight together, and letting him lick at her mouth…

She tries to suppress a smile as she lets his tongue smoosh her lips around, changing the angle of her face to encourage him to lick her cheeks, nose, eyes, etc.  Making sure she gets a good soaking, her lips parting as she laughs silently at his enthusiasm.  She brings her hands up to her sagging little tits and tickles her finger-tips under them – bringing them up to her nipples, pinching and fondling them as she casts a glance off to the side of the set – looking to her husband.

We get a quick shot of him, sitting forward, watching quietly – not giving anything away about how he feels about this… Then we’re back to the wide shot of the dog on girl kissing…  Watching her continue playing with her boobs, the dog’s tongue flapping as speed over her face.

We cut to a close-up, right up beside her face, in profile, watching his slimy pink tongue slipping between her lips, over her tongue, deep into her mouth – her reacting by pushing her jaw forward and opening it a little further…  Encouraging him to lick faster and deeper until she begins to cough and gag…  Then pulling back and laughing, bringing a hand up to block any further kissing as she catches her breath.

Back in the wide shot, we watch as she leans back away from the dog, raising her knees and spreading her legs – using her ‘guard’ hand to push the beast’s head down toward her pussy…  “Lick this…  Come on…  Lick it…  Lick it…” – and then reacting like she’s touched a live electrical cable as the dog’s warm tongue makes contact with her snatch…

She leans back, jerking and spasming with every delightful, ticklish, stimulating lick over her clit – laughing as she spreads her thighs wider, opening herself right up to him.  Letting him lick her…  Encouraging more…  Her hand down on his nose – on his head – on his jowls, steering him, keeping him on target…

Close-up – watching his tongue glistening and flashing in and out of his mouth, over her pussy – between the labia, over the clit…  Fast.  Hungry.  But it’s the noise we notice more than the slippery contact.  That wet, slopping, smacking sound only a dog’s tongue can make.

In the wide shot again – as Sabrina, her back still jerking, looks up from the dog and over to her husband…  “He’s better than you…  You could – oooohhh – you could learn from him…”

We don’t bother to check his reaction this time – we’re far more interested in watching his wife reacting to that magical little tongue…  Watching as she surrenders to the moment, laying down flatter on her back, her knees still high in the air…  The dog standing between her thighs, his head down to her snatch, his hunger unabated.

She grabs the back of her thighs and holds her legs up – holding them wide, presenting pussy and spread arse to him…  Letting him lick the lot.  Wriggling and writhing under the onslaught.  Looking down at the beast, smiling – then looking up at her husband and giving him a look that speaks volumes about how little he respects him.  “Are you watching?  Are you..?  Enjoying it? Mmmmmmnnn?”  Letting the dog licks on, her voice rising as she confirms, “I bloody am…  I am…”  Breathing loud…

Falling back flat again, head on the bed, chest filling with air as she breaths hard… “Ooooooohhh… I’mmmmm goingggg too cummmmmm…” – eyes closing, forgetting about her husband for a second, just focussing on that magic tongue…  Wet and warm, over and over her pussy…  Driving her to her target destination – everyone’s favourite part of the United Kingdom of Zoo – ‘pleasure central’.

Her body shaking – legs especially – as she begins to lose control of her motor functions…  Shivering and breaking out in a sweat as the dog’s tongue drives her to her first dogasm.

Ninja has no idea that his initial mission is complete – so he keeps on licking, driving her beyond the orgasm and into the territory of sensory overload – one leg twitching and shaking in the air, and then suddenly losing control of her bladder – pissing, or ejaculating if you prefer, into the air – the dog finally stopping his licking so he can snap his nasty jaws, trying to bite the stream of urine from the air…  Our guest squealing “AAAAHhhh GOD…  GOD… Yes  YESSS yEESSSSS!” at top volume as she blows her load!

We cut to see her husband watching the action – still hiding how he feels about it.  Looking a little frustrated.  It might be that he doesn’t like seeing his wife having so much fun with a dog – it might be that he wants to see her being fucked rather than pleasured…

Back to the bed, where Sabrina is snapping back to reality, blinking and breathing deep as she regains her senses – and then immediately rolling over and pushing herself up onto her hands and knees, looking over her shoulder and reaching back to slap her arse and thigh – “Come on, boy…  Come on…” – obviously keen to proceed to the next level of bestial perversion…  The mount, the penetration, and the good-hard-fucking…  “Come on, Ninja!”

And Ninja follows her instructions…  Rushing forward, his chest and face soaked with her piss, but he doesn’t care as he lurches up onto her, front legs over her hips, around her narrow waist.  His nails catching her flesh, scratching her – not that she notices…  He pulls himself onto her back, his belly snug to her arse, his sheath between her thighs – the tip of his cock lining up immediately with her pussy…  Arching his back and pushing closer – crotch to crotch…

Sabrina drops forward, pushing her arse out, supporting the dog a little, pushing his belly up – enjoying the warm skin-to-skin contact, longing for that moment of penetration as the beast continues to punch up behind her…  Jerking at her a few times, then pausing…  Our guest beginning to sound just the slightest bit frustrated, “Fuck me… Come on, fuck me…  Fuck me…”

He adjusts position, staggering back then forward, his sheath never far from her snatch – and then gives it an extra hard effort – pushing in tight, his front paws pushing back against the front of her thighs as he pulls closer onto her, pushing his hindquarters forward…  Stabbing…  Stabbing hard…  Fast…  And then finding his target and making this bitch scream…

We cut to a close-up to confirm that his cock is inside her and expanding rapidly – swelling up hard and long as it slips in and out of her at high speed…  Hearing the end of that scream.

Then we’re out to a wide-shot, watching his blur of an arse as he hammers into her…  Picking up speed…  Shuffling forward as she leans forward… 

A close-up of her face – or what we can see of her face…  Her forehead dropped to the bed, leaning forward onto it, her eyes screwed shut…  No longer spitting comments at her husband as the overwhelming physical reality of dogsex hits home.

We cut to look at her husband, still sitting there to the side of the action, watching on.  Looking more into it that before, breathing a little deeper, ignoring our camera.

Back to a high angle shot, looking down at the dog as he pumps into his bitch – watching her reach around behind her with both hands, her upper body weight resting on her forehead – grabbing at his thighs with her hands, holding him in place…  Reaching down his legs to wrap a fist around each ‘ankle’ so he can’t go anywhere…  But whilst he can’t go anywhere, he can move around – a lot…  Thrusting hard and fast… Reaming into her…

We pass the 30 seconds mark, then 40 seconds, as he pounds her…  With her unable to get a single word out throughout, just taking it all and driving her head into the mattress…  It’s only when he comes to a juddering halt, holding himself on the forward stroke – pushing deep into her to unload his balls into her belly – that she finally manages to find her words again…  “Ohhhh my Godd…  Oh my God…  Ohhhh…  Can you see this…?  Darling can you see it…?  THIS… This is how I want to be fucked!!”  And a broad smile that returns to a grimace as the knot swell inside her – passing a comfortable size, swelling to what is official known as “too fucking big”.

We cut down for a low angle shot up between her legs, sighting the back end of the knot between her spread pussy lips, and noting that her whole vulva is distended and pushed out a little by the girth of the gristle inside her.  “UUuuuuuuhhhh!”

Back to her husband, sitting forward a little to inspect the damage…  “I see…  That’s what you like…  Good…”  It’s almost like he’s taking notes.

She may be in pain – the knot may be ‘too big’…  But it’s clear that she’s really enjoying herself…  This is what she wanted all along.  It was never about making her husband feel bad, always about making her feel good.  Complete.  Fulfilled.  Filled! 

On her back, the pitbull holds on tight – just as she continues to hold his hindlegs…  He’s not going anywhere – and he’s quite happy with that.  His wide head resting on her back, his tongue out of the side of his mouth, panting away furiously.

Back around behind them to watch his big balls pulsing, his scrotum seeming to close up and squeeze more cum out of those balls…  Firing it up that fat cock and deep into her twat.

“OOoohhhhhh…”  She moans.  “I’mmmmmmmm such a …  fucking…  whore…”

“Yes, you are…”  Comments her husband, reassuringly rather than negatively.

“Such a dirty fucking filthy whore…”  She gasps.

“A dirty dogslut, dear.”  Confirms her husband again.  Still sitting forward and watching, then rising a little to reach out and stroke the dog’s back…  Then – almost as an afterthought, stroking his wife’s shaking bottom as she struggles to handle to continued knotting and spunk collection – the first sign of tenderness or love between the two.

She ignores him…  Gasping, “OOoaaaahhhh…  I can feel his fucking cum in my cunt…  Oh God – I’m sooooooo fucking dirty…  I’m full…  Of doggy spuuuuuuunnk!”  The look on her face confirming that she’s really, really loving the feeling.

We cut to another low angle close up of Sabrina’s cock-filled cunt, her thighs shaking a little on either side of the frame…  The dog’s scrotum hanging down and still pulsing…  A few drips of his hot doggy spunk beginning to leak from the top of her pussy, dripping from the hood over her clit.  We watch for a few moments in relative silence as she lives in the moment – sucking up the pain, and enjoying the pleasure.

Then she begins to squeal again. “OOooohhhhhh…  Get ready…  Get the glass, get the glass!!”  It’s a short, sharp, urgent whine…  A nag rather than a request.

We watch that fat knot beginning to crown, stretching her cunt lips wider as it slowly eases it’s way out…  There’s a wet slurping sound as it begins the break it’s wet seal…  Then a wine glass appears under her pussy – passed in by her husband and held in place as cum begins to trickle and dribble out of her cunt into the glass.

Then – all of a sudden – the knot pops free, and the fat shaft of the cock slops out behind it – spunk dribbling out into the glass.  “Catch it… Catch it…!” she nags.  He IS catching it, but that doesn’t stop her nagging at him as if he’s missing it all… 

We cut to a wider angle to watch the dog skipping off sideways, off her body – paws scraping over her arse and thighs, knocking her husband’s arm – but not spilling any of the cum, which he continues to catch – knowing it’s not worth the abuse he’ll get if he spills it.

The dog out of the way she is able to just let her cunt drain into the glass – altering the angle of her hips to make sure she’s got it all out before she finally rolls over onto her side, making sure she lifts her leg over the glass without spilling any.

As soon as she’s on her arse, she looks up to her husband and holds her hand out. “Give it…”  It’s an order rather than a request.  He passes the glass to her, a centimetre of cloudy liquid at the bottom, swishing from side-to-side.  She takes it, and looks him dead in the eye, smirks – then turns to our camera…  “This is the bit that always really disgusts him on the videos…”

She brings the glass to her lips, pauses to look sideways at him, then tips it slowly back into her open mouth – pouring it all in, and keeping it where we can see it.  It almost spills over her bottom lip as she angles her head toward our camera, opening a little wider just to make sure we can see it – and then closes her mouth, and her eyes, pauses and forces it all down her throat in one, big, strained swallow.  Almost gagging, only just managing to hold it down – and then forcing a smile…  Part relief, part pride.

She turns back to her husband, making a point of licking her lips infront of him.  “How did you like the show, dear?”  She checks.  “Did you have fun..?”

He finally speaks, his expression barely changing.  “Not as much as he did…”  He nods over toward the dog, currently licking it’s own cock and balls.

Sabrina turns back toward Ninja and crawls over the bed to him, leaning in and presenting her cum-flavoured lips to him…  He stops licking his cock and switches to her lips – slopping his tongue over them, and then as she opens her mouth and pushes her tongue out, he continues licking for a few seconds until she cracks up and laughs…  Then she falls away from him onto her back on the bed, the springs squeaking and creaking loud.  Laughing…  “Yes…  Mission accomplished… Doggy fucked and a glass of cum in my tummy!”

Before she can say anything more, Ninja has staggered over to her and is licking her face again – and she’s letting him, opening her mouth to let him lick deep down over her tongue and into the back of her throat.  Almost deep enough to make her gag, but not quite.

We cut away to look at her husband, still standing beside the bed, watching – a bemused look on his face – neither disgusted nor excited.  Completely neutral.  Just watching his wife at play…

And finally, a wide-shot – the dog licking the woman’s face, wagging his little tail.  Her writhing under him, enjoying that tongue in her mouth and over her lips.  Her husband to the side, just standing there and watching – and that’s it for another week.