EARLY MORNING THROAT FUCK [mf] [puke] [facial] [piss]

I woke up late and when I went downstairs, my boyfriend was making coffee and reading over something on his phone.

“You aren’t gonna believe this,” he said. “The meeting I’ve been planning for all week just got rescheduled to TODAY at 4pm.”

“Shit,” I said as I opened the fridge and started chugging crystal clear Gatorade.

His eyes narrowed as he eyed me. The Gatorade was there for one thing and one thing only. Watery puke blowjobs.

“I guess you’re pretty angry,” I said as I wiped the Gatorade from my chin.

“You could say that …”

“Pretty stressed out, too?” I asked.

He nodded.

I looked down and could see his cock get hard before my very eyes. Within literal seconds there was a nice large bulge in his boxer briefs. I gulped with anticipation.

“You know,” he said as he faced me. “I haven’t blown a load in like … three days. Maybe four?”

“Oh yeah?” I asked as I lowered myself to my knees.

“Yeah. Weirdly preoccupied with work and this damn meeting.”

“Mmm,” I said as I pulled his boxer briefs down. Timothy had a pretty big cock. Almost eight inches. And thick, too. Just like I like. He had a few tattoos, and had always been pretty lean until recently when he got into bodybuilding. He wasn’t huge or anything, but he did have some nice thick muscles now to go along with his thick cock.

And I’d been practicing deep throating him. I ordered a dildo that was just a little smaller than his cock to practice on while he was out of town. We’d FaceTime. I’d throat myself, puking, gagging, drooling all over my perky tits. The watery puke would glide down my stomach and into my bush. I’d use it as lube, jackhammering my cunt while I pumped the toy down my throat, begging for him to come home and wreck me.

“I miss you,” he’d whisper as he jacked off. “I miss your face. I miss cumming on it.”

“I want you to RUIN me,” I’d say.

“Make a mess all over that pretty little whore face of yours,” he’d say.

And then I’d prop the camera up against some books and absolutely NAIL my throat for his viewing pleasure. When we got close, I’d pull the toy from my throat, jam it into my cunt (and sometimes even my asshole) and rub my clit until we came together.

And then he’d come home and he’d absolutely destroy me and leave me in a heap, drenched in cum and watery spit and sometimes even piss and squirt.

“Do you want me to go slow?” He asked as his cock throbbed, bouncing up and down.

“Nah,” I said, wiping the sleep from my eyes. “Today is a lazy day for me. Destroy me.”

I opened my mouth. Timothy grabbed my head forcefully and put his cock on my tongue.

“You look so hot,” he whispered as he reached for his cell phone and snapped a photo. I crossed my eyes just when he clicked the picture. We laughed and then he slapped my face with his cock. Hard.

“Ow!” I said playfully.

He spat on my face and smeared it around with his cock.

“Make me filthy,” I whispered.

He forced his cock down my throat. My eyes bulged. I gripped his hips as he thrusted himself deeper and deeper. I squirmed and writhed as I could feel every inch of him down my whore throat. He pressed his pelvis into my nose. I squirmed wildly as he tried to hold me in place. Suddenly, a wave of slimy, watery, thick Gatorade puke gushed out of my mouth and all over my tattered see through old t-shirt. My nipples were rock hard and soaked.

“Oh!” I moaned. “Oh my god.”

“Open,” he said.

I opened my mouth and he kept pumping. Harder. He grabbed my hair and yanked. My eyes watered.

“Take it!” He grunted. “Be my whore.”

He pumped faster, throat fucking me as my eyes ran. My nose dripped. He smeared the saliva and puke and filth all over my face as he kept throating me.

“GAUGHHHH!” I moaned as he pulled out. More thick spit gushed out. He caught it this time. And then he smeared it across my face and hair.

“Fuck,” he groaned softly.

“More,” I begged. “Wreck me.”

Timothy grabbed me and lifted me up. He escorted me (and his phone) to the couch and threw an old towel down over it. He sat down and lifted his legs up, presenting his asshole.

“Lick it,” he commanded.

I held his legs up and slurped and licked and spat on his asshole. I pushed a finger deep inside and rubbed his prostate while I sucked and gagged on his balls. I spit endlessly, soaking him.

“Fuuuuck,” he moaned.

I pulled my fingers out of his pristine asshole and licked them clean while he watched.

“Suck,” he barked.

I took his cock in my hand and put it in my mouth, sucking, bopping up and down hysterically. I couldn’t get enough of his cock. I needed it. I had to have it. I wanted to be filthy and disgusting. I wanted everything he wanted. I wanted to be his messy whore. I gagged again, emptying my stomach all over him.

“Suck!” He shouted.

I took his thick saliva coated cock and sucked.

“Deeper,” he begged. “Hold it. Hold it. Nose to pelvis like a good slut.”

I looked up at him, squirming with his entire thick penis down my slut throat. My eyes watered. He pumped somehow even deeper. I gagged, but I was empty. He yanked his cock from my throat.

“On your knees.”

“Yes, sir,” I whispered as I sat, eagerly awaiting his load.

Timothy took his thick cock in his left hand and stroked. He grabbed his cell and started filming.

“Cum on my face, baby,” I pleaded. “Soak me. Give me that cum!”

He stroked faster. Harder.

“I’m cumming,” he said.

“Blast me!” I screamed as I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out.

He paused and then yanked one last time, unloading his thick sperm all over my face. A rope shot across my forehead and into my hair. A second rope did the same. And a third. And a fourth. A fifth large puddle formed in my eye and ran down my cheek and into my eagerly open mouth. I could taste his semen.

“There’s more,” he grunted as he yanked my cum soaked hair and kept pumping.

“MORE?!” I moaned with delight.

A six rope danced across my tongue and then a few little drops landed on my puke soaked shirt. He let go of my hair and I collapsed into a heap.

“Fuck,” moaned. “Fuck.”

Timothy kept the camera on me as I caught my breath and looked up to him, a sexy, disgusting mess.

“Fuck,” I whispered.

Timothy collapsed onto the sofa and watched me masturbate. I leaned against the coffee table and put two fingers in my cunt and rubbed my clit with my other hand.

He stood up and helped me out of my soaked t-shirt. Now my perfect perky tits were on full display. He held the shirt, soaked in fluids, over my head and rung it out, soaking me even more. I giggled as he threw the shirt on the floor and sat back down, watching me get myself off.

Timothy always gets turned on watching me pee, so I decided after I made myself cum, I’d sit still on the floor, spread my legs and piss.

“Oh shit,” Timothy whispered as I let out a soft stream of piss. A puddle formed under me as I pissed my light blue yoga pants. I crawled onto my hands and knees, lapping up my piss from the floor. And then I slowly looked up at him. He was in awe.

“Will you fuck me in the ass tonight? After your meeting?” I asked.

He nodded.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/10jngmp/early_morning_throat_fuck_mf_puke_facial_piss