1. Bukkake in front of my Boyfriend


    Date: 2/20/2015, Categories: Exhibitionism, Author: jpfk, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    laughed and tugged at his balls and he pulled my hair in response. This was getting exciting. Four more cumshots eventually followed and all the cum-eating was beginning to nauseate me. So much cum paired with so much alcohol and drugs could not be a good idea. But the men were happy, and I felt proud. By the time I could swallow all that come and wipe some off my tits, I realized there was another group of four getting ready to serve their cum on my face. I took a deep breath and was beginning to give up on so much sucking and rubbing. But I turned around and caught a glimpse of Sathil standing at the door, almost in disbelief. I could sense disappointment in him, and a little rage too. A part of me wanted to defy that sense of belonging in him that he thought gave him the right to be disappointed in me for sucking others’ dicks. So I tied my hair up in a bun and geared up, saying, “Alright. Let’s do another round. But this is the last one.” I didn’t bother informing them that I could be throwing up if I had to choke on any more penises. I was too smart to scare them off. So I began taking more dicks in my mouth, one after the other – one in my mouth, two in my hands, and one being wanked to me. I felt accomplished but that didn’t stop me from gagging frequently. I could feel the mess of alcohol and previously fed tacos in my tummy churning uncomfortably. But I went ahead anyway, eventually taking cumshots in my mouth and some even on my hair. I licked the cum off my hair ...
    and tits and ate it away, pleasing the freshly served exasperated men. I was beginning to gag a little now, and was too tired to pick myself up. But I managed to grab my clothes and make a grand exit out of the room, getting my ass spanked by a number of hands I couldn’t find faces for. A few scream out aloud from within the crowd, calling me a ‘glorious hoe’ and such. I couldn’t care less. I needed to find a toilet to throw puke into; I knew I barely had ten seconds before emptying my guts over someone’s heels or shoes. I ran into the washroom I had found myself previously making out with Sathil in and bent right away over the toilet to throw up. And it was a terrible mess. Throwing up had never been this painful, and I could feel my guts turning over in revolt. Even my drunken brain told me I should be taking better care of my body, but I had little time to console it; I was too busy vomiting. I couldn’t even catch my breath, so it’s not hard to imagine that I had little chance to pull my hair back after it had broken loose of the bun in my war against my guts. But I felt gentle hands on my neck, pulling my hair back and massaging my back smoothly. One hand even came forward and offered to hold one of my hands as I threw up, and I held it tight in support. I eventually threw up all I could and gasped for air. My eyes were shut and teary and I hated myself and my recklessness. I slowly opened my eyes and wiped the tears off. I finally got the chance to look at the hands that ...
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