I don’t know exactly how to frame this story, but I feel pretty much obligated to share it with you folks.
With the stress of my car troubles behind me I wanted last Sunday to be something special. I brought Tavi her favorite hard cider and we spend the afternoon relaxing and drinking. For dinner I made Chicken Cordon Bleu for the first time, along with mashed potatoes and salad.
Shortly after dinner it was playtime and both of us were a bit tipsy. Tavi strapped on her cock and teased me for a while before having a go at me with the cane. I said we were a little tipsy, because the alcohol certainly did nothing to numb the pain, though I feel like it lessened my resolve some.
She gave me the cane for a while and then moved on to her teeth. Biting down hard and leaving an impressive set of chomp marks on my back. She had me lie back and cover my face with a pillow so she could really have a go a the my chest. I shook and tried to get up, but she staid latched on until I was a whimpering mess.
Once she got me back on my feet, er, knees, it was time to suck her cock. Hurting me had her all riled up and she wanted to see me gag on it, and gag I did. Just because I’ve managed it before doesn’t me I can magically overcome my gag reflex so she can fuck my throat. While I’m happy to let her try, my body wasn’t having it.
I suggested that having just so recently had a big dinner and drinks our fun might not come to a pleasant end. So we put down a towel and she dove right back in. It took only a few thrusts before my worries proved well founded and I puked on her cock.
Now, yeah that was a little gross. And it would have been nice if the towel had gotten more of it. However, I didn’t throw up much, and despite predicting it I was still kind of shocked when it happened. It was an anticlimactic end to our strap on play.
The upside is that it wasn’t that bad. Tavi and I had discussed her wanting to making me puke on her cock before, but under more controlled conditions, and after eating ice-cream, not Chicken Cordon Bleu.
It also strikes me as funny how often I’ve heard stories of guys hooking up with a girl only to have her drunkenly puke on his knob. Now I’ve got a story that hits those notes, only I’ll never get to tell it.