My boyfriend and I went on a mini road trip over the weekend. I saved a book I had been wanting to read in anticipation of the trip. About 30 mins in I reached into my bag and pulled out my book along with my headphones since he wanted to listen to a sports podcast while he drove.
My bf looked over as I was getting situated and noticed the book;
“you don’t get carsick?” He asked.
“So far so good” I chuckled under my breath.
“This will be interesting”, he replied.
“You wish”, I teased.
Another hour goes by, we get back in the car after a short pit stop for the restroom, snacks, etc. The ride was smooth, we coasted along without hitting any traffic.
We got cocky because as soon as we got back on the freeway it was stop-and-go for the next 45 mins.
We were on the freeway, cars packed in around us, no shoulder, no exit in sight. Constantly breaking. I started to get a little dizzy. I was hydrated and we just finished our snacks, so I wasn’t sure why, but maybe the motion of the stop and go started to get to me.
One second I was just a little off, and the next my stomach dropped hard, like everything inside me shifted at once. It came on so fast I didn’t even have time to process it.
“I don’t feel good,” I said, my voice already tight.
He glanced over, immediately. “Carsick?”
I nodded, pressing my hand against my stomach. “Yeah… really bad.”
“Okay, hang on, I’ll try to get over,” he said, but I could tell from the traffic that it wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. The nausea spiked so quickly it almost scared me. There was no easing into it, no warning. Just that sudden, overwhelming wave.
The first heave was silent and hollow, a violent upward jerk of the diaphragm that strained against the seatbelt. I tried to swallow it back, my heart hammering against my ribs, but the second surge was undeniable.
“I—” I started, but I didn’t even get the words out before my body took over. It happened in a sudden, hot rush. There was no time to reach for a bag or even lean toward the window. I lurched forward slightly my stomach contracted hard. The force of the puke spilled down my chest and lap, a jarring contrast of heat against the cool fabric of my clothes. The sharp, acidic aftertaste on my tongue.
I froze for a second, completely caught off guard. There was nowhere to go, nothing I could do in time, and I just remember the shock of it more than anything how fast it happened, how I couldn’t stop it.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry babe,” I said immediately, my face burning.
I puked in front of him and on him a little before so we were already aware of our now shared kink thanks to him, except this was entirely unexpected and I wouldn’t have wanted his car to be caked in vomit.
“Hey, hey it’s okay,” he said right away, calm but focused. “Don’t worry about it.”
“It came out of nowhere,” I said, still trying to catch my breath.
“I know,” he said, his voice soft but steady. “You couldn’t help that.”
He looked ahead, still driving carefully through traffic, then glanced back at me. “Just breathe for a second, okay? We’ll get off as soon as we can.”
I nodded, trying to steady myself, my stomach still unsettled but not as intense as that first wave.
“Here,” he said, reaching over as much as he could and handing me whatever he had nearby to help clean up a little. “You’re okay.”
He managed to move over to the shoulder of the highway briefly, so we could handle the situation.
The relief of the first wave is cruelly short-lived. Just as I draw in a ragged, shaky breath, a sharp cramp seizes my stomach again, deeper and more insistent than the last. There’s no warning, no buildup of saliva or cold sweat just a sudden, “Babe, I-“, but then another violent rebellion from my stomach.
Puke spills over, a hot, uncontrollable overflow that forces its way past my lips before I can even gasp. It’s a heavy, viscous sensation, slick and acidic, coating my chin and neck. “That’s okay baby, let it all go.“ he said. The weight of my mess pulls at my clothes, spreading further across my lap in a damp, spreading heat. I heave and gag again. My body feeling tired I place my hand over my mouth trying to keep myself upright. “Your tummy wants to be emptied sweetheart, get it all out” Each time my diaphragm heaves, a thick, hot torrent surges past my teeth, spilling over my lips in a wide, uncontrolled stream. It’s enough volume that I can feel the weight of it pooling heavily in the folds of my clothes.
I sit up holding the front of my sweatshirt away from my body, all of my vomit pooling in to the center, as it sags. “Good girl” he said as he tucks a piece of hair behind my ear. “You look so sexy when your body surrenders like that.” Then I look down and notice as he starts to stroke his hard cock that bulges against his shorts begging to break through. I lick my lips as he pulls it out, it’s so heavy.
I notice the slickness between my legs just getting wetter. I carefully pull the sweatshirt up and over my head, balling it up at my feet hiding its contents inside. He reaches and pulls down my top my bra strap slipping off my shoulder, he traces his finger along the blue lace then with one swift motion my breasts bounce out of my bra, swollen with arousal, begging to be stimulated. He starts pinching my nipples moving his fingers in circles around them. I let out a soft whimper as he leans into me, kissing my lips, he’s breathing heavily as we start making out. “fuck babe, you taste so good, you make me so fucking hard” he groaned. My belly waves and I start to rub on my throbbing pussy.
My bf reaches his hand over rubbing my stomach in circles, “do you have more in there for me, baby?” He asked. “I don’t think so” I said. “How about I check?” He urged. He brings his fingers up to my lips before pushing past them. His other hand firmly gripping his hard pulsing cock. “Tongue out for me, please” I stick my tongue out as he tickles the back of my throat. A harsh gag escapes. “That’s it, give me all your puke, sweetheart.” With another gag more vomit coats his fingers. “Yes baby, you’re doing so good for me.” I’m rubbing my clit, feeling my orgasm build low in my stomach. He begins fucking my throat with his fingers and I heave again, coughing up saliva all over his hand. He enters again and with the next gag my orgasm peaks. I moan as my pussy aches with pleasure soaking my fingers. “Yes baby, cum for me like a good little puke slut.” My legs trembling. “Fuuuck.” He growled as his orgasm is painted all over my thighs.
When we finally got off the freeway, he found a deserted parking lot and pulled over right away and turned to me fully. “That was intense baby, you feeling better now?” “I’m okay now, babe, but your car…” I remarked, then he stroked my hair, chuckling under his breath. “We can get it washed” he chided.
I swiftly step out of the car, removing my puked soaked shirt and bra. Then he comes around the other side with a blanket, wrapping it around me and gesturing at me to remove my shorts and panties. He opens the trunk pulling out a pair of his basketball shorts and I pull them up hanging loosely over my hips. He passes me one of his t-shirts as well. Chunks of my puke now on the ground below from my drenched clothes.
We got back in the car thankfully most of the mess was all over me barely missing my body. He plucked his hoodie off the backseat and I slid it over my head. The blanket wrapped around my lower body. He looked over at me and said, “that was so fucking hot baby, all that vomit just erupted out of your little tummy.” I grin at that as I lean my head back and recline my seat. “How much longer ‘til we get there, babe?” “One more hour” we both laugh, as we proceed on our journey.
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