s1e18 - Pamela (58)

Series 1, Episode 18: Pamela

She’s an almost shapeless, anonymous woman in her late fifties. Off-blonde hair sits just short of her shoulders, spectacles, kind of plain faced. A chest you wouldn’t notice even if she was wearing a low cut top. She’s neither fat nor thin. Just – average. What she’s got is warmth. She looks friendly. Safe. Nice. She also possesses a grin so broad and gleaming that it looks almost fake and could make the most miserable old bastard smile.

When she speaks her Scouse accent is a dead giveaway that she was born and raised in Liverpool, but it’s not a hard accent to hear through.

“My name is Pamela Kilcline, I’m 58 years old, and I’m a primary school teacher from Liverpool.”

We watch video of her at work, teaching 9 year old children basic maths. She’s a good teacher, the kids are engaged. She makes them laugh as they learn. She delivers a monologue in voice-over.

“I married quite young, before I was out of teaching college, and we’ve had a good life together. It’s only ever been the two of us. I’ve never had anyone else since we got together, and neither has he ... But we’ve done just about everything we could do together. We like to have fun.”

What kinds of things?

“Oh, everything really. Lots of sex-toys ... Lots of anal. We’ve got a huge library of videos of us having sex, and of me masturbating in public places all around the world. I really like to show off, but I’m still a little shy.”

What first turned you onto the idea of sex with dogs?

“I’ve got this memory from when I was very young ... I don’t even know if it’s a real memory or something I imagined – but I can’t believe I would have imagined this at such a young age ... I remember walking into the front room at home when I was supposed to be asleep, and my dad was watching the dog mount my mother ... I left right away before they spotted me. I had no idea what it was until years later when I started to understand sex, and after that I had all these thoughts about her and the dog and whether they were doing what I thought they were doing. I got turned on thinking that maybe she was, and I wished I had been able to ‘test’ the dog, but by then he had already died. I told my husband about it a few years ago and it’s been on our sexual bucket list ever since.”

What does your husband think about all of this?

“It turns him on. We’ve talked about it before sex, and during sex ... He’s pretended to be a dog for, but make believe isn’t enough, is it?”

What do you want to achieve out of this experience?

“I just want to have some more fun ... I hope I’ll enjoy the dog, but I know what I’ll really enjoy is the idea of all my old pupils watching the show, and seeing me with the dog and thinking ‘Is that Mrs Kilcline having sex with a dog?’ – and it will be!”

What about your pupils now?

“I’d love to show them the video as part of a biology lesson...” She laughs out loud at her comment.

She talks direct to camera. “My name is Pamela Kilcline, and I want to have sex with a dog.”

She is wearing a white woollen cardigan top, a loose, flowing, knee length skirt, and a sensible pair of red shoes, a bit of a heel but nothing slutty. She looks every inch the respectable teacher as she kisses her husband goodbye and gets into her car. She drives away from their home, talking into a camera in the car.

Is your husband not coming with you?

“No ... He wants me to tell him all about it afterwards – and he wants to watch it when it’s on tv – but he doesn’t want to be there when it actually happens. I think he likes the idea of me ‘cheating’ on him with the dog.” She looks into camera. “I think I like that idea too!”

It’s a short drive, around a few corners, maybe only 10 minutes – driving along a narrow street with tightly terraced houses on either side. We arrive at the gates of a two story, brick building. Pamela uses a remote control and the gates slide open. She pulls into the empty car park and into a space marked “TEACHERS ONLY”. Two more cars pull in behind her. Our car, with crew and equipment, and the darkest legal tint windowed car of Drew, who’s come all the way from Glasgow for this with his faithful Boxer dog, Bruno.

Pamela has the keys to the school – she often comes in on weekends to tidy her class and prepare/mark work, etc. She waves at the council security guard, who waves back and continues on his rounds. He knows her well, she can be trusted to behave. He doesn’t even query why she’s taking a camera crew and a Boxer dog with her. Probably something to do with the new education syllabus.

We walk through the echoing corridors of the empty, school. Children’s writing and pictures displayed on the walls, on classroom windows. Pamela is a bit giggly as we walk, looking down at the dog scrabbling on the polished concrete floors. “I come in all the time. One of my little kinks is I like to sit at the front of the class, put my feet up on a couple of chairs, and fuck myself with a fistful of pencils, and pretend I’ve got a class-full of students watching me. I come in to do my work, and I end up wanking myself off two or three times then going home exhausted. Teaching isn’t exhausting – fantasy is!”

We arrive at her class and she unlocks that door, letting us in. Cameras are set up and sound equipment prepared whilst Pamela crouches infront of Bruno and makes friends with lots of head rubbing and face licking – at first it’s just him licking her face, but after a couple of slops, she starts to lick back – his tongue, his nose ... Then the two of them fighting over who can use their tongue the most. He wins. She laughs.

What do you think of Bruno here?

“He’s a very big boy ... He feels so strong too ... This could be more fun than I thought it would be!”

Are you looking forward to it?

“Oh fuck yeah!” She laughs, as if it was the stupidest question of all time.

And with that, everything is ready.

Pamela unbuttons her cardigan, removes it and places it on her desk. Then her dress and lays that out on her desk too. Bruno whines and wimpers, standing then sitting, keen to get started.

She stands there in her black bra, panties, elasticated hold-up stockings like she’s trying to decide what to do next ... Smiles, and removes her bra, letting those little titties loose. Her pointy nipples are hard with excitement. Then she slips her panties down a little to reveal that her pussy is clean shaven. Pausing with a giggle, then slipping them down her legs, over the stockings and off. She’s fully exposed now – boobs quite small and a little saggy, slim but not particularly firm belly, a little cellulite on her bum and thighs ... But she’s happy with herself.