Erika felt that something wasn't right already the evening before. A spirit of malaise and sickness suggested her to bring a bucket to go along succeeding to her bed for the night. She had only lived a few months in her first own apartment and wasn't sure how she would be able-bodied to manage taking care of herself if she was getting sick. She hadn't been since she was a tiddler, except the usual annual low temperature, always measured 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 power train, an old, slightly too tumid grayness tee shirt and plain clean panties. She was the form of girl you'd be more likely to call"cute"than"sexy ”, with a jolly facial expression and a body that she though could use some toning, despite for once being happy with her weight of about 60kg at her 165 centimetres. Erika usually didn't creative thinker eying herself up, but right now, she noticed that she looked like darn. Her Grey quiescence tee shirt almost entirely hid her figure and her C-cup titty, but her pale boldness was what drew her care the most. She looked plainly ill.
"shtup ... ”, she sighed under her intimation, and tore her eye from the mirror, picked up the bucket and went to bed early.

"At to the lowest degree it's Friday, and if I get unbalanced, I won't have to call into work ”, Erika thought to herself. The fair-skinned blonde rested her head of long pilus 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 fall asleep. She hadn't noticed it herself, but she was fatigued.
A few hours into Erika's sleep, her dead body impolitely woke her from a pleasant dream. For a few seconds the evening's trouble were a disregarded memory, until the saliva quickly construction in her mouth urgently reminded her of why there was a bucket on the trading floor next to her. A wrinkle of bad nemesis quickly ran through her psyche as she turned the lamp on the position mesa on with a smooch, reached for the pail and brought it to her face. A cough made her drool into the plastic bucket, but it didn't quit her mouth from filling with more saliva. Suddenly she felt her venter cramp up and a second later a disgusting gurgling sound emerged from her throat as her body violently emptied yesterday's dinner party into the plastic container with a splashing sound.

The feeling of throwing up was very unfamiliar to her. She felt the sour perceptiveness as her mouth filled and food and abdomen depicted object passed the wrong way out across her lips. When her belly relaxed she desperately filled her lungs with a deep intimation. The acid smell of disgorgement filled her nostrils. She surprised herself by not finding the scent horrible, but her consistence promptly disagreed. Another contraction of her belly forced her to dive her nous back down into the pail. A torrent of vomit sloshed into it, and a few free fall splashed back up against her face."Eww, damn… ”, Erika thought, as the cramp stopped and she leaned back to wipe her side off with her forearm. Right now, she couldn't care less about her usual aid to hygiene. She was just relieved to finger her consistency relax again. Her stomach felt a bit sore, but she also felt extremely relieved. The nausea that had lingered over her since the even before was washed away, ejected into the bucket sitting in her lap. She couldn't help but look into it. yellowish, slimy liquid with half-digested nutrient mote filled the butt few centimetres. Erika looked at the table of contents with a mix of disgust and curiosity.

"So, that was inside me. ”, she thought. Surprising herself, she leaned in finisher and sniffed the table of contents."That doesn't flavor as bad as you'd think ”, she told herself, but she still immediately regretted the decisiveness, because she gagged on the feel, her dead body warning her it might throw up again."Stupid estimation, Erika…"
She laid her heading back down on the pillow, still holding the bucket in her lap. The feeling of relief from not being nauseous anymore and her soundbox finally relaxing was incredibly calming."Almost like after an orgasm…"she thought. She could feel the fondness of her vomit through the buns of the bucket on top of her second joint and pubic bone. She caught herself in the thought process and immediately cast it from her mind."What the hell is untimely with me ?"she asked herself. She tried to forget drawing that sexual analogue, and got out of bed to empty the bucket into the toilet. Before pouring it out, she looked into the pail again and interrupted her train of thought with a firm"No, Erika. Fucking hell."She dumped her dirty vomiting into the toilet pipe 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 good decisiveness. After just two more hr of slumber, Erika awoke again in the middle of the Night. This time she immediately realized why. Her right bridge player found the switch to the lamp and her former quickly darted to the pail. She scooted her march 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 Kuki, her stomach muscular tissue cramped. A mentally prepared Erika felt her body tense and the saliva that had gathered in her backtalk being replaced by a tartness, acid taste sensation. disgorgement streamed out of her mouth and over her delicate rim, to put down in the bucket with a sloshing audio. She took a deep breath of air when her body finally let her, and she managed not to gag. This time she was prepared for the smell. She took a minute to recuperate 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 feel in her dead body, the embarrassingly growing dampness between her legs."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 script into the bucket. With her the right way index finger finger she softly swiped through her own chunky emesis covering the bottom of the container. A layer of slime covered her finger, and she could feel 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 traverse her normal boundary. She hesitantly moved her finger to her sass and licked the vomit from her fingertip."Tastes the same as when it's coming out ”, she thought as she sucked the last of the guck from her cursor finger.

Unconsciously, her odd hired man was now resting between her legs, softly stroking the exterior of her dampness, Edward White panties, the bucket held between her wooden leg. Not being able-bodied to recollect clearly any more than, lost in herself, she brought her right hand back down into the bucket and scooped some half-digested intellectual nourishment up with two fingers. Strands of slime hung from her finger still halfway up the bucketful. Her will hand pressed harder between her legs as she moved her two fingerbreadth to her lips and sucked the soppy food and puke into her sass. That's where her body drew the line, and she just barely managed to hit the bucket as her consistency's natural chemical reaction forced her gut to expel a flood of puke.

Despite her stomach being cramped up, her bridge player was still stroking the cotton panties between her legs, now practically soaked, her physical structure sending very mixed subject matter about this new perversion she was exploring and indulging in.

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

"Oh my god, did I just shit myself ? !"She felt horrified as she slowly ground her rump back and forth on the mattress and felt the warm, sticky feeling between her cheek, but her body was sending another content. She felt her kitty tingle at the thought and twat protuberance on her arms.

"Why does this sick of shit turn me on so god shit much ? God Erika, you nasty, fucked up girl"she hopelessly thought as she moved her left bridge player inside her step-in, caressing her wet rim. She couldn't deny it any longer ; she was enjoying this newfound tickle way too much."Oh screw it, then"she finally decided, and let her barriers fall.

With a unhorse oink, she forced her bowel to solve, opening the gates and releasing the product of her churning tummy into her now grime panty. She was going to have to change the sheets anyway, how bad could it get ? Erika felt her mother fucker slowly receptive, pushing a very indulgent, maudlin and foul-smelling log out into her underwear. She felt it slosh between the mattress and her boldness, pushing up toward her backside. She ground her hips into the bed and felt with a reprobate delight how her shit banquet across her impudence. She couldn't stop now, she didn't want to, this was just too fucked up and too good. The filthy smell from what she just released hit her, telling of a clearly bad stomach, but it only urged her on. Her leave alone bridge player stroked her clit, making her shiver, as she pushed again, hard, adding another turd to the mountain in the back of her panties.

She caught a scent from the bucket in front of her, and a detestable image formed in her nous. In one sweep, she took her tee shirt off, exposing her bare, firm breasts to the dim lighting in the room. Her decent hand dove into the bucket of warmly vomit again, and scooped up a handful of the vile liquid state. Erika hesitated for a moment, but then firmly put her hand against her left breast, smearing it with her own puke, toying with her stiff nipple. The feeling of her warm up vomit dripping down her thorax almost drove her over the edge, as her leftover hand moved quicker and quicker to crop her pussy and drive her urges on. She repeated the procedure with her right wing breast and dipped her hand into the bucket a third clock time. This handful of lowlife, she brought to her mouth, drinking it up straight from her cupped manus. Erika already foresaw how her guts would react, but she didn't care.

Having drunk almost a handful of her own vomit, her stomach finally turned, and contracted, firing a undulation of vomit into the bucket in battlefront of her. The smell of her breadbasket emptying again drove Erika over the edge to bliss. Her bequeath hand frantically flicking her button, she completely lost control of her organic structure. The bowel movement she had already started couldn't be held back and her ill stomach emptied a mushy diarrhea into her no-longer white panties. Her bladder emptied right over her hand and into her bed. But Erika didn't maintenance. She saw star topology. She wallowed in her filth."Oh fuck yes you dirty girl Erika, you sick piece of tail ”, her voice let out between breaths. She was in nirvana, with her own emesis dripping from her lips and from her tits, down her chest and stomach. The Brown muck wrapping around and under her ass, slowly creeping forward toward her pussycat. The sea of warm peeing she had just released into her bed and over her thighs.

She fell back and her blond head word of hair landed on the pillow with a fleshy thud. She'd never come that tough before, she hadn't known it was possible to feel like this. She still hadn't recovered. respiration short, piercing breaths, she slowly regained her sanity and took in what she had just done.

"Holy shit…"were the only wrangle that she managed to silently let gyre across her backtalk. She stared at the dimly lit ceiling, her hand still between her legs, slowly and softly stroking her lip."If someone could see me now…"She let out a light gag. 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 search more thoroughly.

Erika decided she wasn't done enjoying her current situation and the feeling of being utterly filthy, and put the bucketful back down on the trading floor, pulled the covert over her body, and relaxed to go back to sleep. She took a moment to savour the quick feeling of her piss-soaked bed and the squishy mass in the binding of her panties. She closed her oculus and under the bed covers let her helping hand run down from her breasts, along her vomit-covered chest and abdomen and down to repose beneath her second joint. She was completely drained.

She awoke again in the morning, with a familiar opinion of saliva quickly building in her mouth. She sleepily glanced through the lightly sunlit elbow room at the bucket, but elected instead to pull the back off her body. She felt a dried layer of something messy stuck and cracking on her chest as she moved her body. Immediately she also felt a thrill between her branch. Instead of snatching the bucket, she raised her headland slightly and looked down her naked body. And let it come. Her belly expelled a small amount acrid watery nauseant all over her chest of drawers and crotch. She guessed she didn't have very much left in her stomach. Her bridge player immediately rushed down into her soiled underwear to be given to her depraved desires. Her begrime fingers found their way inside of her and stroked her inner walls, while her thumb worked her sensitive clit. Her hips ground back and Forth River and she relished in feeling the still soppy mess under her ass.

After another mind-bending orgasm, she slowly got out of bed to take a shower. After a deliberate walk to the bathroom, trying not to puddle a mess on the base, he stopped to eye herself in the mirror again. This time, she REALLY did look like shit. But she couldn't help but smile and admit she thought that she never looked as hot as right now when she was marinated in her own crud. She threw her heavy, now brown- and yellow-stained underclothing in the trash and stepped into the shower."I wonder how I'm going to scavenge that bed ?"She thought."I think I'll need a new mattress. And maybe a plastic cover for the future time I get honk ”.

Erika hoped she would get regurgitate again very soon .