S10:E07: Donna Paterson (50), from Belfast

S10:E07: Donna Paterson (50), from Belfast

We fade in on sleazy dark set. A single spotlight illuminates a steel-frame bed – no bedclothes or pillows, just that stained old mattress. It looks cold and dirty – it needs a hot woman to warm it up...

There’s a clicking of heels as this week’s guest walks onto the set.

She arrives in the pool of light and we see that she is a middle-aged lady, quite trim for her age, clearly doing plenty to stay fit. She’s also somewhat eclectic in her style ... A punk-rock mixture of historical looks ... Her dark hair is tied up like a female factory worker from the 1940s, her panty and bustier/corset combination are from Madonna in the 80s, her left arm covered with a sleeve of tattoos that a woman couldn’t have got away with before 2000...

That low cut bustier/corset style top reveals what we’re pretty sure are a pair of fake tits – they do a good job of distracting us from the relative mediocrity of her face. She’s not unattractive, nor is she attractive – put it this way, if she wasn’t showing off this rack, we wouldn’t remember her!

Body 8/10. Face 6/10.

She comes to a halt on her mark infront of the bed, looks up into our camera and barely suppresses a smile as she introduces herself in a friendly, almost giggly, Belfast accent, “Hello ... My name’s Donna Paterson, I’ve just had my 50th birthday, and I’m a clinical nurse manager from Belfast, in Northern Ireland. And ... I’m here today,” she takes a quick breath and blushes a little before continuing, “ ... to have sex with a dog!”

She looks around, as if waiting for the director to cut, and adds, off hand, “I can’t wait...”

Then we cut to a shot of her perched on the edge of the bed, leaning against it rather than sitting on it, and smiling/smirking her way through her introductory monologue. We occasionally cut away from her as she talks to see Gareth, her rockabilly husband, with long sideburns and a 50’s quaff, watching from the side of the set.

She speaks quickly, with an excited, almost fluffy tone – she’s obviously very happy to be here and keen to play... “We’ve always used fantasy to spice up our love-life – we do a lot of role-play ... I like to dress up as a prostitute and stand on a street corner and wait for him to pick me up. Then he brings me home and treats me like a whore, and gives me some ‘housekeeping’ money...” She laughs.

We cut to Gareth, who adds, “Yeah, it’s a fantasy world ... I’ll get her to do things I’d probably never ask her to do if I wasn’t a ‘paying customer’...”

Back to Donna. “Sometimes he likes to wait before picking me up, to see if I get propositioned by a stranger ... I think he’d love it if I got in a stranger’s car and gave them a blowjob or something, but I’d never do that. I don’t want another ‘man’...” She gives us a knowing wink, then continues.

“Sometimes, when I’m playing the prostitute, he asks me to tell him about the different experiences I’ve had as a streetwalker, and I make stuff up ... Different things, silly stuff about teenaged boys, bored housewives, famous footballers ... Not long after your show started, I made a comment about a client wanting me to fuck their dog whilst they watched – and things spiralled from there. We bought a ‘Rocky’ dildo, and I pretended to fuck Rottweilers infront of him every other week ... Then every week ... Ha ha ... And it got to the point where he really wanted to see me do the real thing – and to be honest, I really wanted to do it infront of him ... And that’s why we’re here today!”

“So you’re going to do some role-play for us?” Checks Ozvik.

“Yes ... If that’s alright...” Says Donna, checking for a reaction from behind the camera.

We cut to a shot of Gareth watching on and smiling, and we can hear Ozvik in the background confirming that, “Role-play is fine ... Just as long as you don’t tease our dog of the day – and then DON’T do it...”

Back to Donna with a wide grin, “Ooooh no ... I wouldn’t do that...”

We cut to a few minutes later – Donna perched against the bed, leaning on the edge of the mattress rather than sitting on it, her legs crossed at the ankles. Her hands behind her back, flat on the mattress. Shoulders back, chest pushed out – big fake cleavage straining against her basque. She’s looking pretty good for a 50-plus. Her slutty lingerie and stance promoting her above her looks, the fact that she’s here to fuck a dog just makes her seem even sexier...

We spin around and see our favourite mean-looking pitbull – Ninja – as he scampers into the studio and scrabbles across to the bedroom ‘set’.

Donna continues to recline against the bed, watching the dog all the way over to her feet, barely moving other than to turn her head away from the dog toward her husband. “Nice doggy?”

We hear Gareth reply from off camera. “I’ll give you a tenner to show him a good time!”

Donna folds her arms infront of her firm chest and frowns, looking from her husband down to the dog. “What kind of a girl do you think I am?”

“Alright ... I didn’t mean to insult you ... Fifty...” He says from off camera, and Donna smiles – she’s about to accept the offer when Gareth adds, “For the lot ... Suck and fuck ... With kissing!”

Donna fakes, badly, considering the offer, before nodding her approval, then reaching down and ripping her basque open, buttons popping and flying as she frees up that impressively firm pair of tits, and surprisingly flight belly, then leaning back on the bed and slipping her panties down her legs, then over her feet, before slipping forward again, moving her pussy down within reach of the beast and opening her thighs to offer herself to him – patting her thighs gently and making kissing noises to encourage him to move in and kiss her neat pussy lips. “Come on then, boy ... It’s all bought and paid for for you ... Come and see what fifty pounds buys you!!”

He does as he’s instructed – moving in close, standing infront of the bed, his head just reaching her snatch ... He sticks his snout between her thighs, stuffing it right up to her cunt – his tongue snaking out, slopping over her lips – making the Irish slut gasp... “OOhhh God!” ... Then he does it again, getting another gasped, “God!”, and again and again, each time getting another religious exaltation!

As the beast continues to slurp and slop at her pussy, Donna runs her fingertips over her belly, up toward her round boobs, and to her erect nipples ... Then pinches those nipples, pulling them around a little, enjoying the extra sensations and stimulation as the dog’s tongue works its magic.

She lets him lick as long as he wants – raising her knees up into the air, her legs shaking as she continues to call to... “God! OOOoooohhh God ... Oooohh Goddd!”

Breathing harder and harder, the volume of her “OOOhhhh Goodddd!”’s getting louder and louder, faster and faster, until she suddenly stops making any noise ... Her body shaking – boobs like jelly on her chest, wobbling and shaking – then she shuts her thighs together and rolls over, closing the dog out, unable to take anymore of that luscious tongue action. Curling up on her side, and still shaking ... A large, satisfied smile spreading over her face as she slowly calms down from this intense high.

We hear Gareth’s Irish accent as he checks from off camera. “Everything okay there, whore?” There’s more than a hint of humour in his ‘concern’.

Donna’s smile says it all, but she manages to find some words for us as she slowly straightens out from her curled position. “Oh yes ... Very okay here!”

“It looks like your getting good value for my money...” Continues Gareth. “I think it’s time you showed me what I paid for...”

We move the camera down and zoom slowly in on Ninja’s behind, looking between his legs and noticing that he is already erect – his pink/purple cock sticking four inches out of his sheath. Gareth completes his comment over this image. “ ... A nice big dog cock deep inside your cunt!”

Donna nods, a white toothed smile broad across her face... “Oh yes ... For sure ... I can’t wait!”

We cut to a shot of the Irish lady on her feet, standing infront of the bed – her firm breasts looking perky, her nipples rock hard. She’s looking down at the dog and taking a deep breath – clearly just about to get into the act...

Then she turns her back on the beast and drops down to her knees infront of the bed, bending forward against the edge of the mattress, taking the weight of her upper body on her elbows, turning her head to the side, toward us, with a nervous but expectant smile ... Almost laughing with excitement, nodding her head to indicate that she’s not only ready, but also keen...

We cut to look at Ninja – seeing how excited he is, scrabbling across the concrete floor back to his horny guest ... His big balls jiggling behind him, his cock back in its sheath, but clearly still ‘ready’ inside.

He moves up behind her, barely pausing to sniff at her rear-end and snatch, and mounts her without any hesitation – his wide chest sitting over her firm arse, front legs around her hips, pulling tight to heave him onto her back. His crotch brought right up behind her – the tip of his cock already showing again ... Pointing right at her pussy...

“Here we go!” Calls Ozvik, putting Donna on notice that her experience is just about to begin. Gareth lets out a cheer of approval as the big moment approaches...

She looks up, briefly looking into camera and flashing another excited and quite pretty smile – a very genuine flash of reality ... This slut can’t wait!

Ninja thrusts at her excitedly – short, fast strokes, pushing his pelvis up and under her ... Stabbing at her cunt with that canine cock ... And then he’s inside her...

The shock of penetration makes her instinctively try to pull away from him, angling her hips forward a little, but not enough to get away. He staggers forward with her, keeping his cock in its new home – then thrusting at high speed, pumping into her...

As soon as the cock is in her she reacts with a loud, surprised gasp, still leaning forward – but unable to move because of the bed, just having to take it as the little dog hammers into her from behind.

Short hair and hard muscles against her arse, powerful legs around her hips, hard claws against her thighs, hot cock inside her ... She settles into the rhythm, gasping and swearing as her fucks her... “Ohhhh ... Ohhh! Aaahhh! Fuck!! Aaahh!”

She’s forgotten all about her prostitute act – no role-playing here – just a slut enjoying being nailed by an animal!

The mean little monster continues to fuck her – his arse jagging at her rear quarter, hard and fast – a frenzy of fun ... His hind-paws scraping around on the floor, looking for better grip, trying to stay right up behind her, as close as possible to afford the deepest penetration he can get...

We can hear Gareth talking to Ozvik behind the camera, an excited joyous tone to his words, “I can’t fucking believe it ... That’s my fucking wife!”

We cut to a lower angle, reaching in between Ninja’s powerful legs, checking out his jiggling big balls, then looking up to see his cock whipping in and out of the Irish wannabe-call-girl’s cunt ... Everything is wet and slippery, and the sloppy sound of him sliding in and out of her is loud and clear. Coupled with her quiet moans and occasional yelps it’s the perfect sound of dogsex.

Back to her face – watching as the continuous, slippery, wet motion – in and out of her – drives her from ‘having fun’ to ‘about to cum like a train’ ... Watching her face tense up, her lips pulling back from her teeth, arching her back upwards, raising her round tits up off the cushion.

“Oh no...” She gasps. “OOoohhhhh ... Aaaahhhhhhhh...” Her tone rising, the moan turning slowly into a squeal... “EEeeeeeeeeeeeiiiiiii!” as she begins to shake.