Lost in London - Sex Stories

Lost in London

... 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 unmistakable 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 was 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 tonlick her own pussy? Was I going to be the first man on earth to experience this? She 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 slowly and hesitantly explored me, tasting herself. 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 and I raised myself on my elbows and stared 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 pushed my bra below my sagging mounds and let myself fall back, starting to finger and tease my erect nipples, shuddering as London lowered her mouth to me again.

Using her fingers, she gently parted my inner ...