Bukkake in front of my Boyfriend - Sex Stories

Bukkake in front of my Boyfriend

... 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 ...