This was purely about hooking up; from the first dating-app message, that was obvious. We’d started exchanging nudes within five minutes, kinks within 10, videos within 15. The general vibe was that, under the right circumstances and with the right lubrication, anything goes. We met at a pub just around the corner from her flat, and got through a couple of bottles of red wine within a few hours. She wore her lipstick, mascara, heels, fishnet stockings, only just concealed under a short dress, a butt plug and brought cocaine. She was more nervous and more shy than her internet correspondence had suggested, but the wine, and later drugs, helped. She became more flirty, more like she was online. She leant in, kissed me, rested her hand on my cock and confessed her ass was stuffed.
After that, we headed to hers, gave nervous nods to her grinning housemates getting stoned in the living room, and got to it. She left on her heels and fishnets, a hole already ripped around her ass and cunt. She was dripping wet. In a few hours, we did it all: she rode my cock, I fucked her from behind, replaced her plug with my tongue, then my cock. She ate my ass, and I took her to the bathroom and pissed on her chest; she licked the last drips from my quickly hardening cock.
“Fuck my face,” she told me, after a break for a line, “as hard as you can”. I obliged. I pushed her on her knees and grabbed her by the back of the head and thrust her onto my cock, holding her in place and fucking her mouth as hard as I’d fucked her cunt. It turned me on knowing that, just 20 minutes ago, my cock had been in her asshole. I knew that tasting herself on me was turning her on, too.
“Harder,” she managed between gasps. Her mascara was running down her cheeks, thick globes of spit dripping on her tits. She circled it across her nipples with one hand, and rubbed her clit with the other. I start fucking her face faster, every third of fourth thrust, holding her head in place. The spit increased. She gagged, her eyes pouring, her hands busy on her clit. Then harder again, and harder again. Suddenly, she pulled back and puked: thick, nasty streams of vomit, the colour of red wine, poured from her mouth, covering her tits and dripping down her stomach and between her legs. She took me in her mouth again and began rubbing the puke on her tits and her clit; I scooped some into my hand and rubbed it from her tits to her face, and we both came as we did.
In the morning, I felt disgusted with myself, dirty even after a shower. But as soon as I got home I masturbated to the memory. Years later, it still makes me cum.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/mgeu71/m_i_fucked_a_subs_face_so_hard_she_puked
Fuuuuucking epic!!!
You shoulda married that girl