No, I didn't slip up and I'm about to tell you a zoophilia story. I'm still sane, although I may show everything else at times. Many things can happen in a veterinary clinic, as we all know. This is what happened to me.
I don't like animals, but I've had several pets. Maybe it's because I didn't want to feel so alone and have the feeling that someone loves and misses me when I'm not home. Despite always putting on a good face, my companions usually don't live very long. A couple of weeks ago, when I got home, I found my cat Tinta looking down and in a bad mood. She didn't attack me, which is unusual for her, so I thought it was strange. I tried to talk to her, tell her everything would be okay, but she ignored me more than usual. I decided to act the same way, which worked. After a while, she started following me around, looking at me sideways, as if she wanted to say something. In a rare maternal instinct, I tried to approach her and she let me. She was still upset, but did everything possible to show me she needed my help. I opted for the most logical thing and took her to the vet.
It was around nine o'clock at night, so we had to go to the emergency room. Luckily, we didn't have to wait long. The young doctor made us wait in his consultation room and immediately examined Tinta. Poor thing was exhausted, so she behaved very docilely. After a short examination, the man diagnosed that my friend was intoxicated. He told me that a little serum would do her good, but I'd have to leave her or wait no more than two hours. I decided to stay and wait. He made me sit in a comfortable waiting room with a fridge bar, TV, a cozy and spacious armchair, a coffee machine, and a rich library of classics. Despite being worried about Tinta, the context seemed very pleasant.
It took around an hour and a quarter, during which I watched two episodes of a series, ate potato chips and I took coffee with cream. I felt like I had been there for days. I wasn't bored, but I felt like I had enough things to prepare at home for the next day. I advanced through the dark corridors in the direction of where Tinta was. I wanted to know if she was okay and if there was still a lot of time left before her therapy ended. I found her reclining on the bed, serene, with her big alert eyes. I caressed her, made her notice that I was near. She didn't mind too much. I started walking through the room, stopping at each photo or plate hanging on the wall. Nothing caught my attention too much until a sound put me on alert.
It was a kind of constant chirping, like a metal furniture moving and immediately returning to its place. The sound was accompanied by agitated breathing and a whisper that said yes, yes, like this. I immediately understood what was happening, but my curiosity was stronger and I kept advancing in silence. I had never seen two people having sex before, so the situation was becoming more exciting. Following the direction of the sound, I arrived at a room with the door half-opened. Standing two steps away from it, I saw them. If the idea of seeing a heterosexual couple giving themselves pleasure already generated too much morbo for me, it was tremendous the impact that seeing two men in that situation had on me. The young veterinarian who had received me was sitting in an old metal chair, while another man of similar age or even slightly younger was riding him from behind, facing the door. My first reaction was to whisper wow. I never found male homosexual pornography interesting. Finding myself so close to such a scene ignited something strange and pleasant in me. I needed to look, but at the same time, it seemed immense to me the desire to get inside them and, for at least an instant, feel what they were feeling. Feeling so obtunded was I in my ruminations that I didn't notice the precise moment when they noticed my presence. They were still at it, like at first, but their gaze-laden-with-morbidity kept landing heavily on me. Since they had already seen me and hadn't stopped or asked me to leave, I took it as a positive sign, so I slowly entered the room, approaching them. I stopped when I was almost too close. With one hand, I caressed the man's face who was on top, and with the other, his chest. He brought my first hand to his mouth and my second to his cock, which was completely erect. I started to masturbate him while sucking my fingers. He began to touch me above my shirt. A little later, he undid it and put his hand inside my bra, squeezing hard. He pulled me towards him by the waist, as I took off my shirt and unhooked my bra. He started to suck my breasts with voracity, anxious, without stopping riding his companion.
I let myself be sucked for a bit, but decided to be a bit more active. I got down in front of them and ate out the cock above me. I started at the head, making circles with my tongue. In the same way, I went down his shaft again and again, each time faster. I reached his balls, small and soft, without any public hair. It was very easy to put both in my mouth and suck them. This seemed to turn him on, because his cries of pleasure became louder. Suddenly, a cock that wasn't his hit me in the back. It was the veterinarian's. I knew exactly what to do. I took off the condom, jerked it for five seconds, and a warm, thick cum wave hit my face. I tried to guide as much towards my mouth, then sucked it eagerly.
The man above got up, giving me space, before with some difficulty removing my jeans and pulling them down. Running my thong, he went straight to sucking my ass. The sensation that invaded me is indescribable. They had never given me a blow job so yummy before. Very soon my bum started to open, and he responded by putting his tongue deeper inside me, then inserting a finger. He put it in, took it out, generating a totally extasiating pleasure. After the second finger entered and exited without difficulty, he helped me get up. I kissed him anxiously on the lips while sitting on my partner's cock, immediately after he put on a condom.
That first penetration was beautiful. While I moved slowly, he savored my lovely breasts. The one behind me caressed my back and rested his head on the entrance of my anus. I had so many desires to be taken that I barely noticed when he inserted his cock inside me. It took several minutes for me to find the right rhythm to move, as it was the first time I received a double penetration. When I succeeded, the sensation of pleasure was extreme. There was no indication of pain or discomfort. It was as if I had been born to have two cocks inside me.
I sought the mouth of the one in front and kissed him wildly, managing to muffle half the volume of my cries of pleasure.
We stayed like that for a while until the men decided to change positions. The one sitting on top of me got behind me to take me from behind. The other occupied the first position. Before that, each changed condoms. For an instant, I thought Where do they come from?, but soon returned to concentrating on what we were doing. We continued like that. At that point, I had lost count of the number of orgasms I'd had. Because the flood of sensations went beyond my penetrated orifices. I felt as if I were floating between those two hot and sweaty bodies. I felt as if the three of us were a cloud of gases that had just escaped from a volcano in eruption. That sensation is... Feverish that was taking over my existence, for moments, it made me forget where I was, why I felt so much pleasure.
Suddenly, I feel like the cock I had in my ass, after one of its many exits, doesn't go back in. Immediately, the cock I had in my pussy also stays outside. I feel like someone is taking me by the waist from behind and helping me get up. The condoms of both men fall to the floor as they position themselves next to each other, masturbating. They kiss, which seems so tender and exciting to me. I kneel down in front of them, waiting for the cumshot, while caressing their balls delicately. Both are swollen, so I sense that what's coming will be strong. We all come at the same time, flooding my face and breasts. When they finish their discharges, both men get down on their knees in front of me and start licking my face, neck, and breasts, joining their own cum with my body. No scene seems as exciting to me until now. After collecting, they kiss each other and include me in the kiss. We exchange mouth-to-mouth the warm cum, while I feel like several hands are rubbing my pussy until I come again. I fall completely ecstatic on the floor, between both men. I kiss one, I kiss the other, I caress them. Until I feel someone calling me from the other room with a loud and somewhat annoying miauuu. The three of us laugh, taking advantage to give each other our last kisses.
Already dressed, although my clothes are a bit sticky, we find Tinta standing and looking bored on the bed. She looks much better than two hours ago. It seems that the serum, which was lying on the floor, had a good effect on her. I asked the doctor how much I owed him and he said we were square. I couldn't help but blush, but I responded with a smile. I placed Tinta in her travel cage and we said our goodbyes. The fresh air of the night made me shiver, but I It charmed. I drove smiling, unable to stop talking to Tinta through the rearview mirror. She was much better, with her characteristic indifference, which made me happy. When I got home, I set her free so she could do as she pleased and I got into the bathtub. The memories of the encounter that had just ended were too fresh, so it was inevitable not to masturbate by reliving each scene. That night, the feeling of peace and tranquility was much stronger than my usual insomnia, so I slept very peacefully.
I don't like animals, but I've had several pets. Maybe it's because I didn't want to feel so alone and have the feeling that someone loves and misses me when I'm not home. Despite always putting on a good face, my companions usually don't live very long. A couple of weeks ago, when I got home, I found my cat Tinta looking down and in a bad mood. She didn't attack me, which is unusual for her, so I thought it was strange. I tried to talk to her, tell her everything would be okay, but she ignored me more than usual. I decided to act the same way, which worked. After a while, she started following me around, looking at me sideways, as if she wanted to say something. In a rare maternal instinct, I tried to approach her and she let me. She was still upset, but did everything possible to show me she needed my help. I opted for the most logical thing and took her to the vet.
It was around nine o'clock at night, so we had to go to the emergency room. Luckily, we didn't have to wait long. The young doctor made us wait in his consultation room and immediately examined Tinta. Poor thing was exhausted, so she behaved very docilely. After a short examination, the man diagnosed that my friend was intoxicated. He told me that a little serum would do her good, but I'd have to leave her or wait no more than two hours. I decided to stay and wait. He made me sit in a comfortable waiting room with a fridge bar, TV, a cozy and spacious armchair, a coffee machine, and a rich library of classics. Despite being worried about Tinta, the context seemed very pleasant.
It took around an hour and a quarter, during which I watched two episodes of a series, ate potato chips and I took coffee with cream. I felt like I had been there for days. I wasn't bored, but I felt like I had enough things to prepare at home for the next day. I advanced through the dark corridors in the direction of where Tinta was. I wanted to know if she was okay and if there was still a lot of time left before her therapy ended. I found her reclining on the bed, serene, with her big alert eyes. I caressed her, made her notice that I was near. She didn't mind too much. I started walking through the room, stopping at each photo or plate hanging on the wall. Nothing caught my attention too much until a sound put me on alert.
It was a kind of constant chirping, like a metal furniture moving and immediately returning to its place. The sound was accompanied by agitated breathing and a whisper that said yes, yes, like this. I immediately understood what was happening, but my curiosity was stronger and I kept advancing in silence. I had never seen two people having sex before, so the situation was becoming more exciting. Following the direction of the sound, I arrived at a room with the door half-opened. Standing two steps away from it, I saw them. If the idea of seeing a heterosexual couple giving themselves pleasure already generated too much morbo for me, it was tremendous the impact that seeing two men in that situation had on me. The young veterinarian who had received me was sitting in an old metal chair, while another man of similar age or even slightly younger was riding him from behind, facing the door. My first reaction was to whisper wow. I never found male homosexual pornography interesting. Finding myself so close to such a scene ignited something strange and pleasant in me. I needed to look, but at the same time, it seemed immense to me the desire to get inside them and, for at least an instant, feel what they were feeling. Feeling so obtunded was I in my ruminations that I didn't notice the precise moment when they noticed my presence. They were still at it, like at first, but their gaze-laden-with-morbidity kept landing heavily on me. Since they had already seen me and hadn't stopped or asked me to leave, I took it as a positive sign, so I slowly entered the room, approaching them. I stopped when I was almost too close. With one hand, I caressed the man's face who was on top, and with the other, his chest. He brought my first hand to his mouth and my second to his cock, which was completely erect. I started to masturbate him while sucking my fingers. He began to touch me above my shirt. A little later, he undid it and put his hand inside my bra, squeezing hard. He pulled me towards him by the waist, as I took off my shirt and unhooked my bra. He started to suck my breasts with voracity, anxious, without stopping riding his companion.
I let myself be sucked for a bit, but decided to be a bit more active. I got down in front of them and ate out the cock above me. I started at the head, making circles with my tongue. In the same way, I went down his shaft again and again, each time faster. I reached his balls, small and soft, without any public hair. It was very easy to put both in my mouth and suck them. This seemed to turn him on, because his cries of pleasure became louder. Suddenly, a cock that wasn't his hit me in the back. It was the veterinarian's. I knew exactly what to do. I took off the condom, jerked it for five seconds, and a warm, thick cum wave hit my face. I tried to guide as much towards my mouth, then sucked it eagerly.
The man above got up, giving me space, before with some difficulty removing my jeans and pulling them down. Running my thong, he went straight to sucking my ass. The sensation that invaded me is indescribable. They had never given me a blow job so yummy before. Very soon my bum started to open, and he responded by putting his tongue deeper inside me, then inserting a finger. He put it in, took it out, generating a totally extasiating pleasure. After the second finger entered and exited without difficulty, he helped me get up. I kissed him anxiously on the lips while sitting on my partner's cock, immediately after he put on a condom.
That first penetration was beautiful. While I moved slowly, he savored my lovely breasts. The one behind me caressed my back and rested his head on the entrance of my anus. I had so many desires to be taken that I barely noticed when he inserted his cock inside me. It took several minutes for me to find the right rhythm to move, as it was the first time I received a double penetration. When I succeeded, the sensation of pleasure was extreme. There was no indication of pain or discomfort. It was as if I had been born to have two cocks inside me.
I sought the mouth of the one in front and kissed him wildly, managing to muffle half the volume of my cries of pleasure.
We stayed like that for a while until the men decided to change positions. The one sitting on top of me got behind me to take me from behind. The other occupied the first position. Before that, each changed condoms. For an instant, I thought Where do they come from?, but soon returned to concentrating on what we were doing. We continued like that. At that point, I had lost count of the number of orgasms I'd had. Because the flood of sensations went beyond my penetrated orifices. I felt as if I were floating between those two hot and sweaty bodies. I felt as if the three of us were a cloud of gases that had just escaped from a volcano in eruption. That sensation is... Feverish that was taking over my existence, for moments, it made me forget where I was, why I felt so much pleasure.
Suddenly, I feel like the cock I had in my ass, after one of its many exits, doesn't go back in. Immediately, the cock I had in my pussy also stays outside. I feel like someone is taking me by the waist from behind and helping me get up. The condoms of both men fall to the floor as they position themselves next to each other, masturbating. They kiss, which seems so tender and exciting to me. I kneel down in front of them, waiting for the cumshot, while caressing their balls delicately. Both are swollen, so I sense that what's coming will be strong. We all come at the same time, flooding my face and breasts. When they finish their discharges, both men get down on their knees in front of me and start licking my face, neck, and breasts, joining their own cum with my body. No scene seems as exciting to me until now. After collecting, they kiss each other and include me in the kiss. We exchange mouth-to-mouth the warm cum, while I feel like several hands are rubbing my pussy until I come again. I fall completely ecstatic on the floor, between both men. I kiss one, I kiss the other, I caress them. Until I feel someone calling me from the other room with a loud and somewhat annoying miauuu. The three of us laugh, taking advantage to give each other our last kisses.
Already dressed, although my clothes are a bit sticky, we find Tinta standing and looking bored on the bed. She looks much better than two hours ago. It seems that the serum, which was lying on the floor, had a good effect on her. I asked the doctor how much I owed him and he said we were square. I couldn't help but blush, but I responded with a smile. I placed Tinta in her travel cage and we said our goodbyes. The fresh air of the night made me shiver, but I It charmed. I drove smiling, unable to stop talking to Tinta through the rearview mirror. She was much better, with her characteristic indifference, which made me happy. When I got home, I set her free so she could do as she pleased and I got into the bathtub. The memories of the encounter that had just ended were too fresh, so it was inevitable not to masturbate by reliving each scene. That night, the feeling of peace and tranquility was much stronger than my usual insomnia, so I slept very peacefully.
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