Lost In London - Sex Stories

Lost In London

... setting me on the counter. I gasped, in both shock and delight, as she moved me with an almost concerning level of ease. I’d never had another person scoop me up like a doll before. It was as if London could do whatever she pleased with me. This realization prompted an unfamiliar twitch from within my pelvis—a quick clench and release, as my body began to self lubricate.

“Holy shit London… I think I’m… err… you’re… getting wet down there!” I panted, lifting the hem of my skirt to reveal the evidence of my moistening genitals. A dark, slick stain had started to form at the crux of my new sex, and was slowly creeping outwards, seeping through the cotton threads of the girly panties I wore. Without hesitation, London grabbed my hips, hooking her large fingers in the waistband of my underwear, before ferociously yanking then down my thighs, and letting them fall past my knees and off of the counter. I yelped as the cold surface of the counter came into contact with my bare ass. The body I currently inhabited was much more sensitive to temperatures and sensations, it seemed. London’s steamy pussy, which at the moment was aching between my legs, was now fully exposed to the man that stood before me.

London shifted, and lowered herself between my thighs. Her hot breath on my borrowed vulva sent shivers up my spine as I held my breath in anticipation. Was she really about to lick her own pussy? Will I be the first man on earth to discover what this feels like? London grinned ...

... and I groaned as she tentatively touched her tongue to me then withdrew.

“London… that feels…” She dropped lower, and gently probed me.

I couldn't stop the low, almost pained moan that escaped my plump lips as I reached out and tangled my fingers into her light brown hair as she hesitantly and carefully explored me, tasting me. My chest heaved, causing my fat breasts to slosh to the sides of my torso as London slid her thick tongue back and forth across my sticky entrance, collecting the minuscule beads of moisture from my dewey inner-labia. She grew more confident as she felt how I was responding to her, as I had raised myself onto my elbows and was staring down the curvy length of my brown body, watching her as she nuzzled at me, tongued me, and even tried once or twice to penetrate my entrance with her tongue. She stared up at me with piercing blue eyes, then broke for air, grinning.

"It's... nice," London breathed. "Doing this to you as a man. Tasting you. I... like this. I like this a lot."

She lowered her mouth to me again and I writhed, whimpering. "Use... your fingers... in me..." I gasped in between her slow, excruciating licks.

I wasn’t sure if it was my new hormones acting up, but London had me wrapped around her finger. It was as if I’d adopted her sexual preferences as my own, simply by inhabiting her body. I let myself fall back, starting to finger and tease my erect nipples, shuddering as London lowered her mouth to me again.

Using her fingers, ...