s2e19 - Sally (57) bus driver from Lambeth

Series 2, Episode 19: Sally Butcher

We’re at a busy public transport hub in Lambeth, London. A modern red bus bound for Lewisham pulls up and stops – we can see the driver inside, an older woman with broad shoulders and a big smile. The doors open and all of the passengers get off, the driver follows them, making sure the doors of the bus close behind her.

She has big cleavage and a big mouth - pale skin with ruddy cheeks, a wide nose and a lot of forehead – her curly hair tied back in a big dark bunch. Her skin is showing signs of her age. She’s not attractive, but her smile is pleasant and welcoming.

When she opens that big mouth, the voice that comes out is deep, loud and has a strong cockney accent.

“My name’s Sally Butcher. Butcher the Bitch, they call me ... I drive busses in Lambeth, and I’m 57 years old.” She winks and blows a kiss to camera.

We interview her on her lunch-hour, sitting on a bench with the bus depot behind her. Her shirt missing a few buttons at the top, boobs on show – big but not enormous. As she talks to us she is interrupted several times by busses pulling out and beeping their horns at her (she acknowledges every beep with a wave and a smile). Her answers/comments appear to be almost random, she seems to be a little out-there...

“‘I’ve always been a bit of an exhibitionist, a show off. I like to sing on the bus for my passengers. I’ve never been the prettiest girl but I’ve always had a nice pair of tits, I like it when people look at them. I like to unbutton my shirt and lean forward when the school-boys get on, give them a bit of an eyefull. It’s harmless, innit?”

She waves at a passing bus. Shouts to the driver, “I’m gonna be a television star! Yeah ... Britains Got Talent!” She turns back to us. “I’ve got talents, right?” She wobbles her cleavage at us. It’s not huge, but it’s noticeable, especially with the top three buttons of her shirt undone.

So, dogs...

“Yeah. I’m a filthy woman. I’ll do anything once. When I was young that wasn’t a problem. I never had a problem finding men who wanted to take advantage ... I like to be used. And abused.” She laughs. “When I was young I went to parties and they would tie me up and put in the corner with my arse in the air ... They said it was my best feature ... Blokes would take turns in there. Not even talking to me. I felt so popular ... I loved it. But they stopped having those kind of parties in the 80s when AIDS came up ... You can’t get AIDS from a dog, can you?”

She lights up a cigarette for ‘desert’. “They say I can’t smoke on the bus ... But I always smoke in the bedroom!!”

Another bus pulls out and they exchange BEEPs and waves.

“I dunno what it is about dogs ... They’re just dirty. I hope he’s a big, hairy, smelly dog. Is it going to be a big one? A scary one, with bad breath... ? That’s what I want. I want it to be really disgusting. I dunno why, I just like that idea. Humiliation and pain ... I had a guy put a cigarette out on my back once whilst he was fucking my arse ... Best orgasm ever!”

A second later, she’s in far more reflective mood. Pausing, taking a long draw from the cigarette. “I haven’t got anyone in my life to be embarrassed. My dad died in Belfast, my mum died a couple of years ago. Men don’t hang around once they find out how filthy I am ... My sister don’t talk to me no more ... I’ve got nothing to lose.” She looks up and smiles suddenly. “I don’t mean to sound sad, ‘cos I’m not ... I just got nuffing left to worry about!”

So what turns you on the most about having sex with a dog?

“I dunno ... It was always the dirtiest thing I could think of ... I never thought I actually wanted to do it, I didn’t go looking for dogs for real - I just wanted to talk dirty ... I love to tell men I want to fuck their dogs. I’ve done it with lovers, I’ve even dropped the line on a few strangers at the park. I love how they react. I think that if anyone had actually offered the services of their dog I probably would have taken it there and then just for the shock of it ... Then your show came along and suddenly it was something I could do ... And suddenly I realised that it wasn’t just something I wanted to talk about ... It was something I wanted to do ... It was too good an opportunity to miss.”

So, if you have fun today – this will be something you’ll do again?

“And again, and again, and again ... If it feels good, and it looks disgusting, I’ll do anything!” She laughs, rasping and coughing for a second.

We cut to the staff carpark outside the depot. A car pulling up and parking. A big white ball of hair with four legs jumping out – a black nose at one end with a pink mouth beneath it, a brown arsehole at the other with a curled tail above it acting as a signpost.

Steve, his owner, is a tall black man. He speaks in voice-over as he tries to wrangle the excited dog into following him into the building. As he walks into the building and down corridors, he’s pointed in the correct direction by various members of staff. It appears to be common knowledge that we’re filming here today. No one seems surprised.

“I’m Steve, and this is Max. He’s a pure-bred Alaskan Malamute. He’s five years old, and he’s been having sex with women for almost his whole life ... Max has been on the show, I think 3 times now, and he’s had a LOT of fun ... I think the ladies have enjoyed it too...”

And with that he turns a corner, pushes a door open and steps into a locker room to be faced by Sally. She’s by her locker and has only just started to unbutton her blouse. Seeing Max her face fills with joy, a broad smile showing off her bad teeth. Not ugly, just bad.

Max’s feet skid on the concrete floor as he rushes to get to her and she drops to her haunches to meet him. Hugs and strokes, and as he goes to lick her face – an open mouthed, tongue out welcome ... She lets him lick her mouth, inside and out for a few seconds then pulls back, pushing him down with both hands.

“Hello bo-oo-ooyyy” cough, cough, laugh. “Oooh Gawd, he likes a kiss, don’t he?” She says falling back from him.

Then she’s standing over him, still fully clothed, but back to unbuttoning her work shirt, peeling it off and placing it on a hook on her locker door. Her boobs are big and soft in her white Marks & Spencer bra. Her belly soft and loose, but not fat. Her arms, triceps in particular, are showing her age.

She’s looking from the dog to his owner as she unzips her work pants. “He looks like a dirty little bugger ... Is he going to fuck me like a dirty bloody slapper?” She says, half joking, but not really. She switches her attention to the dog as she pulls her trousers down, “Are you going to fuck me like a slapper?”

Trousers off and placed over the chair with her shirt, and then she’s standing there in that bra, white knickers (possibly too sexy and brief for a woman of her age) and signs of a big bush of pubic hair within.

She reaches back to unclip her bra, then removes it – showing off her big, round, drooping boobs. She looks down at them, cupping and supporting one in each hand. “These girls aren’t what they used to be!” She brings them to her mouth, left one first – suck the nipples, look into camera. Then the right one, suck the nipple, a little bite, laugh to the camera ... Then releases them both and they drop back to their natural sag.

Then she drops to her knees on the hard concrete floor and leans forward to give Max some more attention. A big furry hug to start with, angling her back so that his body is pressing against her exposed tits. Letting out a sigh of contentment when his fur presses against her flesh. Letting him wriggle and turn against her. “Oh, his fur feels amazing on my tits...”

She plays with Max a little more as we talk to her.

Are you looking forward to getting to know Max a little better?

“Too fucking right I am ... I’m looking forward to knowing what his cock feels like, what it tastes like ... I can suck him, can’t I?” She says to Steve.

Steve smiles, “You can do just about anything to him ... He loves being looked after ... And he loves looking after a lady too...”

“I’m not fucking ‘lady’, darl.” She laughs. As if to prove this she reaches under Max’s belly and starts to play with his sheath. With a little direction from Steve she’s soon jerking the dog off like a pro. “Ooooh, I’ve wanked a lot of cocks in my life, but never one like this!” She peers under his belly to see it growing.

Do you want to be fucked doggy style on the floor, or perhaps on the bench there missionary style ... Or bent over the bench?

“Naaah, I want to be fucked like a dirty fucking dogwhore. On all fours just like the bitch I am!” She laughs. It’s pretty clear that she doesn’t think she is a cheap dogwhore, but she clearly likes the idea.

A few seconds later, Max is with Steve on one side of the room – out of shot he’s finishing off the hand-job, making sure Max is fully ready to go ... Sally is in the middle of the room, under the central strip light, naked and ready. She’s given the signal by the director and talks right into the camera, “I’m Sally Butcher, I’m 57, and I’m going to fuck this dog like the dogslut I am!”

She drops to her knees on the hard floor, a look of mild pain on her face. “This floor’s no good for my knees... “ She smiles – her knees clearly the least important thing to her right now ... She gets comfortable, adjusting her knees just the right distance apart, trying to flatten her saggy lined belly with a stroke of each hand, cupping and fondling her saggy breasts, pinching the big nipples, as she looks across the room at Max, waiting patiently, looking up at Steve and wagging his tail, knowing his time is coming. Then she leans forward and takes the weight of her upper body on her elbows before looking up at the dog’s owner and indicating that she’s ready. “Come on big boy ... Come and fuck a slut...”

Max is on the job right away – bounding over to her and trying to mount her immediately. The first time it’s from the side, with his cock rubbing against the outside of her thigh rather than the inside, but a quick re-adjustment and he’s on her from the right angle. A few quick thrusts and that cock it banging up against her pussy ... And then he’s off again ... He walks back and forth next to her. She kneels upright and smiles, stroking his side... “Come on, boy ... Give Sally a good hard fucking ... You lovely boy...” She blows kisses at him and he quickly gives her another lick on the face.