Emma had had a hard and frustrating day. She had been working late at the bank and did not get home until 9 pm. As she walked into her apartment, she was feeling hot and sweaty. The weather was warm and humid and her head felt as if it was filled with sawdust.

She had made do with a sandwich for lunch and had stopped for fish and chips on the way home. The food was greasy and felt like a lump of lead in her stomach. Her tight corset felt uncomfortable and the suspenders holding up her fully fashioned black stockings were cutting into her thighs. All she wanted to do was get undressed and soak in a hot bath. She felt grubby and smelly and as she got into the lift, she thanked her lucky stars that there was nobody else in it.

She went straight into her bedroom and began to undress having turned on the bath taps first. While the tub was filling, she unlaced the black satin corset and let her tummy muscles relax.

"I shouldn’t have eaten those fish and chips," she thought as she rubbed her aching stomach.

By the time the bath was ready, she was feeling more relaxed and lowering herself into the warm water, she began to think about Derek, wishing he was there. Unfortunately, he was away doing an audit in the provinces and would not be back for another couple of days.

The bath made her feel better, though her stomach still felt heavy and sluggish. She was clean on the outside but her insides were full of disgusting, oily food. As she dried herself, she decided to get rid of the fish and chips as quickly as possible.

She was still thinking of Derek as she prepared the bathroom for the coming ritual. Emma was an emetophile and used any excuse to make herself vomit. This gave her huge sexual gratification. Her favourite means of inducing vomiting was to give Derek a deep-throat-blow-job. She would get him to stand in the bath or shower. She would kneel in front of him and begin to suck his huge cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. At first she would just let it slide in and out of her mouth, licking off the lubrication that oozed from the tip. This helped to make her throat slippery and thus the vomit would slide up more easily.

When she sensed that Derek was getting near the point of no return, she would tell him to fuck her throat as deeply as possible. He would grab a fistful of her hair and start ramming his cock as deep into her throat as it would go. As her gag reflex kicked in, she could feel their combined excitement rising.

Very quickly, her stomach would begin to contract as her gorge rose. Her mouth would fill with what seemed like gallons of saliva. Soon after, a slimy fluid would start to pour from her lips, running down over Derek’s swollen balls and dripping down his thighs.

As he forced his cock deeper, she would heave and a deluge of vomit would pour forth from her overloaded stomach. As soon as it was empty, Derek would withdraw and come in her mouth making her swallow every last drop of his semen.

With this in mind, she drank four glasses of tepid water; this always made her feel nauseous and now she was committed to finishing the ritual. She put her corset back on, tightening the laces as much as she could stand. The contents of her stomach and upper intestine were ready to be released and the corset would make their expulsion that much easier and sexier.

She bent over the toilet bowl. This caused the corset to bite even harder into her already swollen tummy. She began to masturbate her soaking pussy and was soon on the verge of an orgasm. She imagined Derek’s long, thick cock stretching her throat and sliding down the back of her slippery tongue. Using her left hand, she pushed three fingers into her mouth and pressed on the back of her tongue. The effect was almost instantaneous. Her stomach heaved and the rotten food came rushing up in a tide of water and bits of fish. As it splashed into the water in the toilet bowl, her whole body convulsed as she came like never before. With each fresh spasm, she came again and again. She closed her eyes in ecstasy as she imagined it was Derek causing her to spew and come simultaneously.

Later when she had recovered, she gave herself a large volume enema and spent ten minutes sitting on the toilet while it flowed out of her. She masturbated again as she imagined Derek buggering her as she emptied her bowels. The foul smell of her shit made her feel sick and she was able to vomit up the last of her earlier meal.

Thus cleansed inside and out, she finished off with a shower and fell into bed where she slept like a log.

"I must do that more often," she thought as she drifted into Dreamland where Derek awaited her.

The End