Erika felt that something wasn't right already the eve before. A flavor of uneasiness and sickness suggested her to work a pail to proceed next to her bed for the nighttime. She had only lived a few months in her first own apartment and wasn't sure how she would be able to treat taking guardianship of herself if she was getting sick. She hadn't been since she was a fry, except the usual annual frigidness, always careful and picky of what she ate and looking after a nearly meticulous personal hygiene. Erika looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. She'd gotten dressed in her common sleeping paraphernalia, an old, slightly too magnanimous Second Earl Grey T-shirt and quetch white panties. She was the kind of young lady you'd be more in all likelihood to call"cute"than"sexy ”, with a moderately side and a body that she though could use some toning, despite for once being glad with her system of weights of about 60kg at her 165 centimeter. Erika usually didn't thinker eying herself up, but right now, she noticed that she looked like shit. Her grey slumber tee shirt almost entirely hid her number and her C-cup breast, but her pale case was what drew her attention the most. She looked plainly ill.
"Fuck ... ”, she sighed under her breath, and tore her middle from the mirror, picked up the bucketful and went to bed early.

"At least it's Fri, and if I get sick, I won't have to call into work ”, Erika thought to herself. The fair-skinned blond rested her head of recollective hair on her pillow, and decidedly ignored her churning stomach, hoping to herself that it would go away. It didn't take long for her to devolve asleep. She hadn't noticed it herself, but she was fatigued.
A few time of day into Erika's sleep, her body impolitely woke her from a pleasant dream. For a few seconds the eventide's troubles were a bury memory, until the saliva quickly edifice in her mouth urgently reminded her of why there was a pail on the trading floor side by side to her. A line of bad curses quickly ran through her creative thinker as she turned the lamp on the side tabular array on with a big H, reached for the bucket and brought it to her face. A cough made her boloney into the plastic bucket, but it didn't stop her sass from filling with more spittle. Suddenly she felt her stomach cramp up and a second later a disgusting gurgling speech sound emerged from her throat as her body violently emptied yesterday's dinner into the charge plate container with a splashing sound.

The feeling of throwing up was very unfamiliar to her. She felt the off-key taste as her lip filled and food and stomach content passed the unseasonable way out across her lips. When her belly make relaxed she desperately filled her lungs with a deep breathing space. The acidulent olfactory sensation of emetic filled her anterior naris. She surprised herself by not finding the fragrance atrocious, but her body promptly disagreed. Another condensation of her stomach forced her to plunk her head back down into the pail. A torrent of vomit sloshed into it, and a few drops splashed back up against her face."Eww, damn… ”, Erika thought, as the spasm stopped and she leaned back to pass over her face off with her forearm. Right now, she couldn't care less about her usual tending to hygienics. She was just relieved to sense her body relax again. Her stomach felt a bit sore, but she also felt extremely relieved. The sickness that had lingered over her since the even before was washed away, ejected into the bucket sitting in her lap. She couldn't avail but seem into it. yellowish, slimy liquid with half-digested food molecule filled the behind few cm. Erika looked at the subject with a mix of disgust and curiosity.

"So, that was inside me. ”, she thought. Surprising herself, she leaned in closer and sniffed the contents."That doesn't olfactory perception as bad as you'd think ”, she told herself, but she still immediately regretted the decisiveness, because she gagged on the aroma, her consistency warning her it might throw up again."pillock idea, Erika…"
She laid her pass back down on the pillow, still holding the bucketful in her lap. The feeling of relief from not being nauseous anymore and her trunk finally relaxing was incredibly calming."Almost like after an orgasm…"she thought. She could experience the warmth of her vomit through the bottom of the bucketful on top of her thighs and pubic os. She caught herself in the sentiment and immediately cast it from her judgment."What the underworld is wrong with me ?"she asked herself. She tried to forget drawing that sexual parallel, and got out of bed to abandon the bucket into the can. Before pouring it out, she looked into the bucket again and interrupted her gearing of view with a firm"No, Erika. Fucking hell."She dumped her foul vomit into the lav bowl and quickly flushed it away. Even though she felt good now, she decided to take the bucket back to bed, just in case.

That was a right decision. After just two more hours of eternal rest, Erika awoke again in the heart of the nighttime. This time she immediately realized why. Her right hand found the switch to the lamp and her former quickly darted to the bucket. She scooted her butt against up a little in the bed so she could sit up straight, and as soon as she had the rim of the bucketful under her chin, her venter muscles cramped. A mentally ready Erika felt her trunk tense and the saliva that had gathered in her backtalk being replaced by a sour, acidic discernment. Vomit streamed out of her lip and over her frail lips, to land in the bucketful with a sloshing sound. She took a deep breath of air when her eubstance finally let her, and she managed not to gag. This time she was prepared for the feeling. She took a minute to recover and stared into the bucket.

What was wrong with her ? Was she… excited ? She felt ashamed of herself for it, but she couldn't ignore the tingling feeling in her torso, the embarrassingly growing dampness between her ramification."You're fucking disgusting ”, she thought to herself. Still, her breathing was growing faster as she contemplated something unthinkable."No, Erika, don't you dare be that sick… ”, but she ignored her own advice and moved her hired man into the bucketful. With her right index number digit she softly swiped through her own chunky regurgitation covering the bottom of the container. A layer of goop covered her finger, and she could sense her heartbeat pacing faster as she moved it up under her nose, and smelled it."It doesn't actually smell very bad at all ”, she thought. The growing wetness between Erika's legs reacted to her unthinkable thought, and urged her to get over her normal boundaries. She hesitantly moved her finger to her lips and licked the nauseant from her fingertip."Tastes the same as when it's coming out ”, she thought as she sucked the cobbler's last of the slime from her pointer finger.

Unconsciously, her left wing deal was now resting between her legs, softly stroking the outside of her damp, Edward D. White step-in, the bucket held between her ramification. Not being able-bodied to opine clearly any more, lost in herself, she brought her right hand back down into the pail and scooped some half-digested food up with two finger's breadth. filament of gook hung from her fingers still halfway up the bucket. Her left mitt pressed harder between her legs as she moved her two fingers to her back talk and sucked the mushy intellectual nourishment and puke into her oral fissure. That's where her body drew the line of business, and she just barely managed to hit the bucket as her body's born response forced her gut to expel a waterspout of puke.

Despite her belly being cramped up, her hand was still stroking the cotton panty between her legs, now practically souse, her consistence sending very mixed substance about this new sexual perversion she was exploring and indulging in.

Throwing up from sucking her digit had been sudden, but not unexpected. What surprised Erika was the warm, wet feeling under her ass. Her trunk tensed up.

"Oh my god, did I just defecate myself ? !"She felt horrified as she slowly ground her hindquarters back and forth on the mattress and felt the warm, sticky flavour between her cheeks, but her body was sending another message. She felt her puss tingle at the thought and goose bumps on her arms.

"Why does this sick shit turn me on so god damn much ? God Erika, you nasty, fucked up daughter"she hopelessly thought as she moved her left hand inside her panties, caressing her wet lips. She couldn't deny it any longer ; she was enjoying this newfound thrill way too much."Oh fuck it, then"she finally decided, and let her barrier fall.

With a unclouded grunt, she forced her bowels to work, opening the gates and releasing the product of her churning stomach into her now unclean panties. She was going to have to change the shroud anyway, how bad could it get ? Erika felt her SOB slowly opened, pushing a very piano, mushy and foul-smelling log out into her underwear. She felt it squish between the mattress and her boldness, pushing up toward her derriere. She ground her hips into the bed and felt with a perverted delight how her shit spread across her cheeks. She couldn't occlusive now, she didn't want to, this was just too fucked up and too in force. The filthy smell from what she just released hit her, telling of a clearly bad tum, but it only urged her on. Her left helping hand stroked her clit, making her shiver, as she pushed again, hard, adding another turd to the kettle of fish in the binding of her panties.

She caught a scent from the bucket in figurehead of her, and a repulsive figure formed in her judgement. In one sweep, she took her T-shirt off, exposing her bare, business firm titty to the dim lighting in the room. Her right hand plunk into the bucket of warm vomit again, and scooped up a handful of the despicable liquidness. Erika hesitated for a mo, but then firmly put her manus against her left breast, smearing it with her own puke, toying with her stiff mammilla. The feeling of her tender vomitive dripping down her chest almost drove her over the boundary, as her provide mitt moved quicker and quicker to function her pussy and drive her urges on. She repeated the process with her right hand titty and dipped her handwriting into the bucket a third clock time. This smattering of stinker, she brought to her mouth, drinking it up straight from her cupped hand. Erika already foresaw how her guts would oppose, but she didn't care.

Having drunk almost a handful of her own regurgitation, her stomach finally turned, and contracted, firing a wave of disgorgement into the bucket in front of her. The feeling of her tummy emptying again drove Erika over the edge to bliss. Her go away hand frantically flicking her clitoris, she completely lost control of her body. The intestine bm she had already started couldn't be held back and her ill stomach emptied a bathetic diarrhea into her no-longer Andrew D. White pantie. Her vesica emptied right over her hand and into her bed. But Erika didn't care. She saw stars. She wallowed in her filth."Oh fuck yes you dirty young lady Erika, you sick fucking ”, her voice let out between breaths. She was in paradise, with her own emesis dripping from her lips and from her bosom, down her chest of drawers and stomach. The John Brown slime wrapping around and under her ass, slowly creeping forward toward her kitty. The sea of warm piss she had just released into her bed and over her thighs.

She fell back and her blonde head of hairsbreadth landed on the pillow with a heavy thump. She'd never come that hard before, she hadn't known it was possible to feel like this. She still hadn't recovered. respiration light, tart breaths, she slowly regained her sanity and took in what she had just done.

"Holy shit…"were the only row that she managed to silently let roll across her lips. She stared at the dimly lit ceiling, her paw still between her legs, slowly and softly stroking her lips."If individual could see me now…"She let out a lite joke. She had found something new, something forbidden. Something that went against what she had always thought about herself, and something she most definitely intended to explore more than thoroughly.

Erika decided she wasn't done enjoying her current spot and the spirit of being utterly filthy, and put the bucket back down on the floor, pulled the cover over her body, and relaxed to go back to sleep. She took a moment to enjoy the ardent tone of her piss-soaked bed and the squishy mess in the backrest of her panties. She closed her center and under the bed covers let her men run down from her white meat, along her vomit-covered chest and abdomen and down to rest beneath her second joint. She was completely drained.

She awoke again in the morning, with a familiar tactile sensation of saliva quickly building in her mouth. She sleepily glanced through the lightly sunlit room at the bucketful, but elected instead to pull the covers off her soundbox. She felt a dried layer of something mussy stuck and cracking on her chest as she moved her body. Immediately she also felt a tingle between her legs. Instead of snatching the bucket, she raised her headway slightly and looked down her naked body. And let it come. Her belly expelled a belittled amount acerb watery vomit all over her thorax and crotch. She guessed she didn't have practically left in her stomach. Her bridge player immediately rushed down into her unclean underwear to tend to her vitiate desires. Her soiled fingers found their way inside of her and stroked her inner wall, while her ovolo worked her sensitive clit. Her coxa priming coat back and forth and she relished in feeling the still kitschy mess hall under her ass.

After another mind-blowing orgasm, she slowly got out of bed to withdraw a exhibitor. After a careful walk to the bathroom, trying not to make a plenty on the story, he stopped to eye herself in the mirror again. This time, she REALLY did look like turd. But she couldn't assist but smiling and admit she thought that she never looked as hot as right now when she was marinated in her own obscenity. She threw her sound, now brown- and yellow-stained underwear in the trash and stepped into the shower."I wonder how I'm going to clean that bed ?"She thought."I think I'll need a new mattress. And maybe a charge card screening for the next time I get sick ”.

Erika hoped she would get sick again very soon .