Deep-Throat Gone Wrong

I opened the door and staggered into his tidy apartment. I kicked off my flip-flops and threw my keys on the couch.

“Take off your pants,” I slurred and flung my arms around his neck, pulling his head toward mine. I shoved my thick tongue in his mouth.

“You taste like beer,” he said.

“You taste like beer,” I snapped back. I grabbed his wrists, led him into the bedroom and pushed him on the bed.

“Lift up your fat ass,” I demanded, as I attempted to pull off his gym shorts. He obeyed, and soon, he was naked. I slapped his erect penis. “Yeah, you like that bitch?”

I put my mouth around his mushroom tip and sucked… hard like a child sucking their thumb. Moving my head up and down, I slobbered all over his throbbing cock. He grunted and moaned.

After a quick warmup, I was ready to make his cock disappear in my mouth – which may not have been the best idea, considering I came from a pool party where I consumed a lot of beer, vodka, grilled chicken, chips, cake, you name it. So, instead of deep-throating his cock like a champ, I gagged and vomited all over his pelvic area and his white sheets.

“Oops,” I smirked and wiped off my mouth.

“It’s okay,” he claimed. He cleaned himself off with a couple wet paper towels, took the sheets off the bed and lay back down. I stared at him, confused.

“You’re going to finish, aren’t you?” he asked.

“You aren’t mad?” I closed one eye to focus in on his face.

“Hell no, as long as I cum,” he exclaimed.

I laughed and assumed my position. This time, I was able to deep-throat with no problem – I had nothing left in my stomach to upchuck. He jizzed; I swallowed.

“Time to drink more,” I declared, as I got dressed. I grabbed my keys and left.