So I pick up
this dirtyrag whore in this bar, right? She's all drunk
and stuff and I'm like that's ok with me cause it
makes hookers a
little more "friendly" right? <wink>
So I'm pumping drinks down her
gullet and she's like pretty trashed and I'm like
checking her out and
she ain't lookin too bad to me, y'know? So I'm like
telling her we
should get out of here and go to the motel down the
street for a bit
of the old in/out and then some. She's like
flops an arm over my
shoulder and is like "whatever" and I'm like
"cool." So we stumble
down the street and I'm checking her out and her
breasts are looking
all rounded and squeezy. Nips are like poppin
too. She's wearing this
tight skirt all crooked and half off.
We get to the motel and she like walks straight to the
bathroom and
before she gets there she's like puking all over
herself making ug ug
noises and all that. She slams the bathroom door
and stays in there
puking for a good 15 minutes. Meanwhile I'm out
on the bed getting
ready for some action. I figure when she's done
with the puke she'll
be ready for a little yeehawing. Anyway she
opens the bathroom door
and is totally drenched in chunky throwup and is like
ug ug needing to
lie down. So I'm like take off your top baby
it's all stained so
she's like standing swaying with her arms up like help
me with the
shirt like. So I like start pulling off her
shirt and start kissing
her neck. I can taste the throw up but I dont really
care because my
boner likes the feel of her boobs. I start like
feeling her up while
I'm taking her shirt off. I'm like touching her
thighs which got
all-throwupy chunks like sticking. I reach up
her skirt and grab her
behind. I'm unpleased to find out that she was
carrying a load in her
panties. I went to grab and handful of butt- but
I go I handful of
brown pile. Throw up I could deal with but this
I did not like- I
felt it's presence totally killed the mood. So I
pushed her over onto
the bed face down- as not to choke- and placed a glass
of water next
to the bed. Turning to leave I looked back one
last time at my
chickie tonight and she looked like a sleeping
angel. A sleeping
angel splashed with throwup with doody in her pants,
but a sleeping
angel none the less.
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