s3e2 - Shannon (42) receptionist from Wimbledon

Series 3, Episode 2: Shannon

Introducing the Pocket Rocket. She’s short. Less than 5 feet tall, with a nice pair of boobs, hair cut short and blonde, styled into a punky-funky close-cropped style, and thick rimmed, squared off spectacles make her eyes look a little beady. She’s not unpleasant to look at, but she’d be well down the list of “best looking women you’ll see today” on any day.

She sits behind a large reception desk. Her clothes are tight, but smart, plenty of cleavage on show, but not in a distasteful way. She wears a telephone headset and moves non-stop, her fingers dancing on a computer keyboard, as she takes call after call and redirects them quickly and politely to various people within the company (which we don’t ever actually identify).

She speaks in voice-over, very cheery, full of energy and London all the way. “I’m Shannon O’Malley, I’m 42 year old, and I’m a receptionist at a financial clearing house in the City of London.”

We cut to footage of Shannon in exercise gear, running down a canal bank alongside a taller, very fit looking man. Her body doesn’t look like it was designed for running, but she looks pretty comfortable. Her big boobs are strapped down tight in a world class sports-bra.

She continues in voice-over. “I’ve been married to Sean for 8 years. We’ve run all over the world and completed over 30 marathons together.” They run closer, talking to each other as they run. They look happy.

Cut to the two of them at home together. Freshly showered, in matching bath-robes. Sitting infront of a big tv which appears to have a menu of clips from the archive library of ukofzoo.com. They are pointing different pictures out and smiling/laughing, but we can’t hear because Shannon is still speaking in voice-over.

“We’ve got a terrific relationship in every way other than sexual ... Sean’s the perfect gentleman, but he doesn’t actually enjoy sex that much ... Unless there’s a dog involved with the lady...” As she speaks they select a clip and Sean sits back on the couch whilst Shannon snuggles up alongside him, reaches inside his robe and clearly begins to masturbate his cock whilst they watch the video (incidentally, the video they select is little Hope, the young Irish slut from Series 2).

“Sean would love nothing more than to see me on one of his videos ... And I’d love nothing more than to make him happy ... And that’s why I’m here today.”

As she talks, and they watch, Sean is straining to maintain control, just as he’s about to blow, Shannon’s head drops from view and into the folds of his bathrobe, swallowing his knob off camera and swallowing everything he’s got as he holds the back of her head in place and holds his breath. His face contorting in a mask of ultimate pleasure.

Cut to the living room of a respectable looking home. Not the home we’ve just been in. A couple are sat on the couch infront of us, a large black dog sat on the floor between their legs.

The wife is wearing a red mini dress, sitting demurely enough so that we can’t see up her skirt. Carol. The husband is sitting back, like he hasn’t got a problem in the world. Henry. The long haired black German Shepherd sitting between them cranes his head backward and looks from one to the other as they speak. He’s still young enough to be fascinated by his master’s voices.

Henry, “This is Rebel.” Carol, “And my name is Carol.” Henry, “Rebel and Carol have been lovers for around 6 months now.” Carol, “Henry and I have been lovers for a little longer...” Henry, “Although I think she enjoys being with Rebel more than with me...”

Carol looks to the sky as if she wants to say that’s not true, but can’t quite bring herself to it. Henry continues, “but that’s okay ... Because I’d rather watch her fuck the dog, than fuck her myself!” Carol looks sideways at him, then smiles. “Yeah, he’s not wrong. I’d rather fuck the dog than him. I mean, look at the two of them...”

We do. A middle-aged man vs a virile young hound. No competition to any true slut!

“But I’m not greedy.” She says. “I like to share my toys...” Henry butts in again, “And that’s why we’re here today ... To induct another lucky lady into the United Kingdom of Zoo...”

There’s a loud and friendly doorbell sound effect – then a shot of the front door opening, and we can see Shannon, with her bright smile and infectious friendliness standing on the doorstep outside. She’s packed into a tight pair of leather pants and a blouse one size too small for her chest ... And her “Hello” is as loud and friendly as the door bell.

Carol welcomes her into the house, and the two of them bond immediately. Friendly, happy, girly chatting as they walk through to the lounge-room.

“How long have you wanted to be fucked by a dog?” Asks Carol.

“Oh, I’m doing it for my husband...” Replies Shannon. “And he’s been talking about it for 4-5 years now ... So I suppose I’ve been waiting 4-5 years...” And she enters the living room, “Is he in here then?”

In the living room – Henry is waiting with Rebel, both are very happy to see the new arrival. “Hello there,” says Henry with a wide grin, “you’re Shannon I presume?”

Shannon flashes a huge smile at Henry, then turns her attention to his furry friend, “And you must be Rebel!” Rebel wags his tail.

Cut to - a few minutes later, giggling and chatting the whole time she is stripping. “So you two are married? Didn’t we see you on the show last year? With your friend? I thought you two was lesbians...” As she’s unbuttoning her top, revealing her bra, small to medium sized breasts trapped inside but trying their best to jump out. “I have to admit I don’t listen to the show much...” Those tight pants, peeled excitedly down her thick legs. “I just watch then I ‘enjoy’ my husband whilst he ‘enjoys’ the show. He prefers them young, but I enjoyed your show...” That bra unclasped, those nicely rounded but not too big boobs springing free – her chest heaving, almost as if the boobs themselves are gasping for air. “He’s going to love this one ... Watching me ... With him...” She nods toward Rebel as she slips off her panties and kicks them away. A little blonde bush of pubic hair. And now all she’s wearing is her spectacles and a smile. She pauses, “Shall we get started then? My pussy isn’t going to fuck itself!”

Then she’s on her knees, her back very straight, a cheeky little smile on her face as she pushes her spectacles up her nose then reaches out for the German Shepherd, rubbing his head and neck, then taking him by the collar and pulling him over toward her, downwards to, so that he rolls onto his side.

“Now, what can we find to play with here... ?” She asks, looking over the top of her glasses to the camera, and then she’s rubbing his belly.

Carol hovers nearby but doesn’t crowd the shot. “If you rub his sheath, then just get a good grip on him ... It’ll already be getting hard in there...” Shannon follows the instructions, she doesn’t really need them, she’s watched enough videos with hubby. As she takes hold of the sheath, gripping the shaft within, she gives it a little wank, and asks, “Is this enough?”

Carol advises her to give it a little more energy, a little faster ... Shannon does as she’s told, and all of a sudden there’s a little red lipstick tip sticking out of the black furry sheath and Rebel is wriggling around as if he wants to get to work.

Shannon’s face is a picture of awe and amazement as she jerks Rebel’s cock toward a full erection. She struggles to suppress a wide smile as she says, “Oooh, he’s getting much bigger now...”

She leans forward and takes a closer look at his growing cock ... A very close look. She picks a stray dog hair off his wet shaft, then rubs a finger gently against the tip of his cock ... She looks into camera and says “This one’s for you, babe...”, and after flashing a quick smile at the camera she suddenly leans forward and takes the cock in her mouth. She sucks hard and fast, bouncing her head on it the way she sucks her husband. It doesn’t do much for Rebel, but he’s a male with a woman’s mouth around his cock so he doesn’t complain ... He just lays there, looking around, and lets her keep sucking until she feels she’s done enough.

After a couple of minutes of sucking on the dog’s cock she feels that it’s probably big enough to have some real fun with, and she pulls her face back from it and gets a good close look at what’s she’s helped make ... The cock is about six inches long, and about six inches from her face – and the occasional jet of pre-cum is already squirting out. One of them hits her on the forehead, the next gets one lens of the spectacles...

She sits upright to check out her handywork. Rebel is still on his back with that good six inches, maybe more, of purple cock sticking out of his sheath – begging to be used ... Shannon looks up at Carol to make sure she’s doing okay... “Can I ride him?” She asks.