A Vet Tells All

Full disclosure…. I’ve fancied Amanda since I first met her. We are very good friends but have never been physical with one another. How close? I know her menstrual cycle close. I know her food preferences, her taste in music, and her taste in men…which, sadly, isn’t me. 

This happened one evening when she dropped in on her way home as she sometimes does. 

I could see she was highly animated the moment she walked through my door. Coffee made, we sat down, and she just couldn’t contain herself. “I’ve just been fucked by a client!” The grin she wore from ear to ear told me that she was rather pleased about it too. 

At this stage of her career, she was still taking longer than more experienced veterinarians with her examinations and talking to clients. So there was only her and the receptionist in the practice at the time, and this was last patient of the day. 

“He looked drop-dead sexy! He brought a lovely Labrador for its annual health check and injections. I suppose I rather enjoyed myself as I knelt on the floor listening to tt] the dog’s heart and lungs, since that put my eyes at crotch level, and what I saw beneath his pants was growing.”

I need to explain here that Amanda has to wear branded surgical scrubs at work. 

“So I gave the injections and the nose drops for kennel cough and leaned across my examination table to drop the syringes in the sharps bin. I guess my top rode up a little because I could feel the air conditioning on my lower back…right about where my small tattoo is. Anyway, I just felt a pair of hands on my scrub pants and a downward tugging. Before I knew it my scrubs and panties were round my knees, and something very pleasing was pressing into me. I haven’t had sex for months (You had only to ask!) and boy, I was ready. I suppose it was rape in a way, except I really, really, wanted it. He fucked me over my own examination table. I felt myself going to cum really fast, and tried to hold it off, but you know how that always ends. (Yes, I do, though sadly not with you.) Fortunately, he didn’t last too long either and the moment I felt him cum up me I came on his dick. Of course, we both had to cum almost silently. Don’t you find that makes you cum harder? (Yes, I do, although again, not with you…much as I’d love to find out.) We tidied up and he left. I sprayed some air freshener around since my consulting room smelled of sex. And well…here I am. I still have his semen leaking into my panties.” 

Rarely, if ever, have I found a girl more desirable than at that precise moment. Even though she was leaking another man’s semen, I would have had her in a heartbeat. My probably over-fertile mind had no difficulty in picturing Amanda, scrubs and panties round her knees, tattoo visible and his dick spreading what I am certain would be perfect pussy lips as he drove into her. And that final thrust when, embedded fully up her, he shot his load and she came on his shaft. Fuck! Now I had an erection to hide! No use reaching for a cushion - she’d know what I was doing. Then again, maybe I should! She knows how much I fancy her, and….oh fuck it. 

So….I decided to do nothing. Which was also a mistake since my erection was tenting my pants quite obviously. Amanda looked at me, giggled in that way she does, and said, “You men! Honestly! Any sexy story and you want to join the party!” I felt a sudden flash of anger. Unlike me. I rarely if ever feel stabs of anger like this. I get to see some pretty grim things in my line of work, and strong emotions get in the way of good, objective science, so I’ve trained myself not to allow myself the luxury, but this time…

“Amanda. You know bloody well how much I fancy you. I always have. You’ve just told me of something I would love to do with you. You’ve dangled it before me like some kind of teasing cat toy. Amanda, I love you to pieces, but this just isn’t fair. I’m delighted you got laid - it sounds like you really needed it - but I think maybe your sex life should be off limits.” Even I was surprised at the firmness in my voice. I managed to keep the anger out, but even so, even to me, I sounded harsh. 

Amanda got up, walked across to me and hugged me. “I’m sorry. It was thoughtless of me. I was just…..well….it doesn’t matter.” Then there was a pause….a long, long break in the conversation which neither of us seemed willing to break. Finally, she said, “There is something. I’ve tried to think of you…sexually. In fact, I’ve masturbated over you. Quite a lot really.”

“Amanda, you’re not helping.”

“I know, but just wait till I explain. When I masturbate, my brain creates scenarios for me and with you…it creates the same one over and over…and it’s pretty intense. It’s also not something you could ask of a man - especially not the first time.” 

Again, that aching, agonising, fucking pause. Finally….

“When I masturbate thinking about you, it’s always the same thing. You’re fucking me, just….not in the vagina. And you can’t just say to a man, ‘Hey, fuck me up the ass’ you know? I’ve never done it…like that…anyway.”

“Does it make you cum?” (My voice?)

“Fuck yes!”

“And do you..use..anything..in your ass?”

“Sometimes.”

“Well, maybe you’d like to be fucked in the ass. Properly, I mean.” 

Another long pause. “Yes. I think I would.”

And hour and a half later, we both had our wish.