Lost in London - Sex Stories

Lost in London

... over my body's vaginal muscles nearly pushed me over the edge. My insides felt like glass that would be shattered by the slightest movement of my lover's cock.

My suspicions were confirmed when London slowly began to pull herself out. As the veiny ridge at the top of her penis dragged against the ribbed upper walls of my canal my heart fluttered and my core erupted in a flurry of pleasurable ministrations. It wasn't a full orgasm, not like the one I'd had earlier, but it was enough to make me arch my back and groan my lover's name.

"Did you just call me Mike?" London asked, looking at me with a confused face as she pulled herself out of me. I'd groaned my name. Not hers. "Guess I got a little too into our new roles..." I joked, as the two of us laughed nervously. I don't know what came over me, but judging by the fact that I could feel London getting harder inside me she was clearly turned on by being called my name.

London resumed, beginning to thrust into me, slowly and almost lazily while we explored each other's mouths with our tongues.

Breaking for air, my head lolled forward and I was treated to the sight of her engorged cock withdrawing from my slit, wet with my passion and bright red with his desire. Only for it to slide back in, splitting my little brown slit and filling me. I cried out and arched my back, seeking to accept her penetration as she sawed in and out of me, pushing and pulling her white hot rod in and out of my molten core. Soon London ...

... found a rhythm and fucked me like she'd been a man her whole life. Overcome with pleasure, I let myself go, moaning and mewing and occasionally screaming my own name as London proved she was worthy of the title.

As she grew more confident, London lowered her head to my chest and began to nipple and suckle my nipples as she continued to steadily pump her cock into me. I let out a low moan as I recalled seeing this exact scene play out in a porn video that I'd fingered myself to a few days ago. God it was so fucking hot... Suddenly I snapped out of my fantasy. That wasn't right? I'd only been London a few hours. How could I possibly remember that? I frantically checked my memory, alarmed to find that I was beginning to recall other events from London's life. With each thrust of her cock, I could remember more and more about her life, memories, hopes and dreams. Everything, from the high of her first kiss to her low self-esteem engendered by her curvy body suddenly belonged to me. "LONDON!" I called out, suddenly terrified by the knowledge I now possessed. "I think we need to slow down, something weird is happening with this spell!"

London didn't seem to hear me. His thrusts were beginning to become more urgent, more rough. His face was twisted into a look of pure determination as he pounded into me, oblivious of what was happening. I felt myself starting rise to climax, but then he slipped out. I nearly fainted at the sensation of the cool air hitting my enflamed slit and I ...