The British Are Cumming

This is my first erotic story as well as my first foray into writing short stories in a long time, so please be gentle. All people mentioned in this story are over the age of 18. The events and people within this work are fictional, have never happened and never will happen.

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London, the one time capital of an empire that spanned the globe, one of the most important cities in history, a massive tourist destination. And here I am.

Alone.

This was meant to be a group trip, myself and a few friends travelling through Europe now that we actually had the time and money to do what we wanted, when we wanted. Or so I thought. Of the three other people going on this trip, each one had some sort of incident that left them unable to come. Peter broke his leg at work (nice settlement check coming for him); Ryan needed a new roof after the last storm tipped a tree onto it, meaning he had to use up the funds he saved for the trip for repairs; and Dave found out he was going to be a father and wanted to spend as much time with his wife as he could, giving up the boys trip to stay home.

But I was determined to go, and with the blessing of my friends, had to make a memorable trip of it by my lonesome. I made a point to visit all the museums, attractions and landmarks the city had to offer, and basically be the biggest tourist I could possibly be. I took pictures, video and even had a few group video calls to make sure they could experience just as much as I did.

However, once the evening started rolling in, it was time to visit the most important part of the city. Something no tourist should go without experiencing. The pubs. The clubs. The nightlife.

I entered a pub a short walk down the street from my hotel around 8pm, a lively place that looked fairly popular. After ordering a steak and ale pie for myself, I sat at a small table tucked in a corner and relaxed while planning out the rest of my trip. For the majority of my meal, however, I couldn't shake the loneliness that I felt, being in a foreign country all on my own and wishing my friends could be here with me. That was, until she walked in.

Long dark hair draped to frame a gorgeous face, fair skinned with brown eyes, defined cheekbones and ruby lips. Underneath the leather jacket that she removed once she was inside, she wore a form fitting band T-shirt, showing off a chest and midriff that would make a palace guard do a double-take. I couldn't read which band the shirt was for because the name was written in an illegible font, so I assumed it was a sort of hardcore metal act. Ripped black jeans that fit tight to a perfectly round ass and amazing thick thighs (they save lives folks, don't let anyone tell you different), and studded heels completed the ensemble, an outfit that made her look like a frontwoman for a band. Beautiful. Dangerous. Way too much for me to handle, but I wouldn't mind trying and failing.

I couldn't take my eyes off of her, even through a crowd of people I watched her every move. After ordering from the bar, she took her drink and began looking for a place to sit. Seeing as the pub was full, the only seat available seemed to be the one at my table. Once she saw the empty chair in front of me, we locked eyes and she began to walk in my direction.

"Is this seat taken?", she asked. Strange, an American accent. Almost everyone I've met so far has had a distinctly English accent, with a few various other European accents from time to time. OK, play this smooth, you don't want to make a fool of yourself.

"Nope", I manage to choke out through a mouthful of meat. Smooth as silk, my boy, smooth as silk.

She smiled, sat down and began drinking. "I'm Lynn, pleasure to meet you. So, what brings you to England", she asked, clearly pegging me for an American due to the travel brochure and general air of "tourist" I gave off. I managed to finish my bite of pie in time to answer, "Likewise, name is Robert, friends call me Bob. I'm on my first ever solo trip through Europe, was supposed to be done as a group but my friends were unable to make it. Now I have to go at it on my own."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear about your friends, but English pubs are a place to make new ones, so cheers to finding a new friend," and with that she lifted her glass to me, and I met her glass with mine.

From that point we talked for hours, telling each other all about ourselves and how each of us got to where we are now. She explained that came to England from the States for work a few years ago and loved it so much that she requested a transfer and moved here shortly after. Meanwhile, I explained the concept of our boys trip, which she took interest in. Before we knew it, the pub had cleared out, the only people inside were us and the bartender, and he had left to the back. "So you really are here alone," she asked, "not even a girl to keep you company?"

"No ma'am," I answered, "with how deep I get into work at home, I'm glad I managed to get away for this trip, no way would I have time for a girlfriend."

"Interesting," she said before taking a drink. "You know, you are pretty cute, you would have no problem picking up a girl here."

I will admit, I'm not half bad looking, and I don't mean that in a vain way. At around 5 foot 10 inches, with thick brown hair, hazel eyes, and what has been described to me as a "swimmers body", I've had no trouble with my looks. That doesn't stop me from being perpetually awkward around most members of the opposite sex, however.

"Really? In that case, if you know of any be sure to send them my way, one at a time please, I'd like to disappoint them each individually," I joked.

"Well, I know of at least one girl who's interested," she said with a smile that had all the signs of a predator that has their prey in their sights. "Let's play a game."

I heard the clack of a shoe falling to the floor from under the table, and something began massaging my leg, right below the knee. "I'm going to slowly move my foot up your leg, and depending how far up it goes before it hits something I like, I'll decide how we spend the rest of the evening. Deal?"

I was a bit too surprised to speak, so I just nodded my head and let her roam along my thigh. All I could focus on at that moment was her face. She had a small half moon tattoo above the corner of her eye, and a hoop septum piercing. She certainly looked the part of a metal diva. And with how gorgeous her face was, along with her working her way up my leg, it was only a matter of time before the inevitable happened.

By the time she reached almost halfway up my thigh, I was fully hard. The toe of her right foot found the head of my cock through my pants, and she let out an appreciative giggle. "That's what I was looking for, and congratulations, almost to your knee? I'm glad I met you, and you're sure as Hell going to be glad you met me."

She continued to massage the length of my cock with her foot, expertly finding pinpoints along its length that really made it seem like she's done this before. Finally after working her way along the shaft, she rested the ball of her foot, gently, over my balls. It had been a while since I had the time to relieve myself, so they were a bit sensitive, and all this foreplay wasn't helping. At this point, I was lost in the feeling of her toying with my length.

"Oooo, it feels as though you could use some help with those," she said playfully. "How long has it been since you've taken care of yourself, sweetheart?"

"Almost two weeks," I hazily mumbled. It was true, between the planning for the trip, overtime at work and being exhausted from travelling across the world, it had been a while since I had taken care of my needs. And now, with this amazingly beautiful woman bouncing my balls with the toe of her foot, I realized just how backed up I was.

"If only there was someone here who could drain those properly, over and over again." She removed her foot from my crotch (much to my displeasure), grabbed my hand and began to lead me out of the bar. "We'll head to your hotel, it's closer than my place," she said hurriedly, as she nearly dragged me down the street.

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After a short journey up to my room, we both stumbled in, wearing out each other's faces like mad. As we moved further into the room, it became much more difficult to control ourselves, and eventually we fell over onto the floor. We did not, however, stop. In fact, it only became more intense.

Eventually however, she did pull away and start moving down my chest, leaving me flat on my back on the floor, having me rest on my elbows and crane my neck to see what she was up to. She began pulling at my belt, which I took as a slight clue as to where this was going, so I removed my shirt. Within moments she was fully naked, I was down to my boxers, and she was kneeling between my legs. I took the opportunity to get an even better look at her body.

The first thing that struck me were the tattoo all across her body, arms and legs, different forms of snakes, demons, flowers, swords, her artwork was incredible, and there could never be a better canvas to work with. She was bustier than the shirt she was wearing let on, and now that her breasts were free they looked to be a good handful each. My eyes wandered down her midsection, drinking in every detail, down to her perfectly trimmed pussy. She looked incredible, I would say like an angel, if she didn't remind me so much of a succubus.

"Now, let's see exactly what we're working with," she mused breathily. She gripped the elastic of my waistband and pulled, releasing the erection I've had since we left the pub.

After an initial hanging silence, she gripped my dick lightly with one hand. "This is a beautiful cock, Bob", she whispered as she began stroking it. That's the first time I've ever heard it been called that, but I'll take the compliment. A little over 9 inches, and thick enough that she could barely wrap her hand around it, I had to admit it was impressive. In her hand it stood straight up, in fact if I were a terrible comedian I may have compared it to Big Ben. Her stroking had brought me up to steel hardness, and I was very much enjoying her playing and inspecting my manhood.

She soon began stroking me in earnest, using a combination of her spit and my own precum to grease my pole sufficiently. She started with short strokes just below the head, making sure her thumb grazed the frenulum on each stroke. Soon, she started working the whole length, first with one hand, then with both. The twisting motion she added started to make me feel as though this was going to be quicker than I thought, as I could feel the cum churn inside me. When she stopped, grabbed my cock by the root as tightly as she could, and then slowly dragged her fist towards my tip, her thumb riding the vein on the underside of my dick, I swore I would have painted the ceiling with my jizz had I not held on with every fiber of my being.

"Stand up," she said forcefully. I did as she asked, and with more strength than I expected of someone with such a petite frame, she shoved me against the wall. She got very close to me, chest to chest, my cock resting on her midsection. "I have a talent that I like to use on special occasions. Do you want to see? Say yes," she commanded.

"Yes, I do want to see your special talents, ma'am." At this point I would have said anything, done anything, to have her show me.

"Good boy, so polite," and with that she slowly began to sink into a squat in front of me, her head at perfect level with my throbbing erection. I may not have been a genius, but I was smart enough to know not to touch her without permission right now. The last thing I wanted to do was interrupt an artist when she was performing a masterpiece.

Grabbing me around the base of my cock, she gave it a slow, torturous lick along the underside, causing me to shiver. When she reached the head, she pulled away, looked up at me and nodded. With that, she pursed her lips like she was going to give it a kiss, placed the kiss directly on the tip of my cock, and then sucked in with all her might, fully enveloping the head of my cock with a vacuum seal of her lips as she blew me like a demon. At that point, all brain function ceased, Bobby go bye bye. I just let the feeling take over, hoping that she would show mercy, or even better, show none.

She worked just the head at first, swirling her tongue around it while stroking me with one hand, and the other hand in a tight ring at the base of my cock. Then she started to take more of my dick, after getting to the halfway point she stopped stroking and put all her effort into fitting as much as she could in her mouth. It was here that she started running into trouble, but she pressed on and got around to the three quarter mark. At this point she had seven inches of rock hard cock in her throat, but I knew she wouldn't stop until she had every inch.

She stared up at me with the prettiest eyes I'd ever seen, with a look so hot that it almost made me cum right then, and then slowly, almost struggling, yet with knowing determination, forced the last two inches down with a noise that sounded like a cross between a victory cry and choking. I was glad she conquered her own personal challenge, but I was on the edge. This, however, is when she started blowing in earnest.

She was relentless, now that she knew she could take the whole thing she threw her head up and down my shaft like a woman possessed. The entire time I was pleading to myself to hold my load, yet it seemed like she had only one thing on her mind, draining every last ounce of jizz from my balls. A truly hellacious blowjob, she never relented, always finding new pressure points along my shaft to attack, it felt at times as though I was being blown by an army of the most talented porn stars to ever walk the Earth. She swallowed me again, and with all of my cock firmly lodged in her throat, somehow stuck her tongue out and caressed my balls with it.

I tried to pull away and give her some sort of warning of what was coming, but she knew and wrapped her arms around me, both hands on my ass to hold me in place while she waited for the reward for her hard work. "Alright, you asked for it", I thought to myself, as I finally allowed myself the orgasm I went without for so long.

The first shot felt like a freight train travelling through my shaft and directly down her gullet. She had a look of surprise on her face, nine inches of dick still blocking her esophagus, as the largest load of my life exploded out of me. She pulled back so only the head was in her mouth, and the second, third, and almost a dozen remaining shots filled her to the gills. After I finished, in a daze I looked down at her, the beauty that stole my soul just a few moments ago, smeared makeup and eyeliner running down her face, and watched as she showed me the pool of milky spunk that filled her talented mouth to the brim. Then with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, she closed her mouth and in two gulps swallowed it all.

Wordlessly, she rose to her feet, planted a kiss on my chest and walked backwards to the bed behind her. "Again," she said.

I thought, "Again? You blew me into oblivion, I don't know if my dick will get hard for another week, let alone right now, what do you mean again? I'm completely drained, there's no way I could possibly-"

And with that, she sat on the bed, grabbed her ankles with both hands, leaned back and split her legs as wide as they would go, exposing one of the prettiest pussies I had ever laid eyes on. "I need you to fuck me, as hard as I can take it." I began growing back to full hardness despite the incredible blowjob I had just received.

OK, again is fine.

I walked across the room to where she lay, legs still spread, and carefully entered her. I could only fit a few inches in at first, it was so tight, but I knew by the look in her eye that before the night was over she wanted the whole thing. I thrusted, slowly at first, rhythmically pumping in and out of her until she got used to the length she was receiving. It was then that I picked up the pace and I could tell that even with just the bit I had inside her, the head and maybe two or three inches, she was very much enjoying herself but clearly wanted more.

The little noises and moans she was making urged me on, and eventually I decided she was ready for more. I held her waist and slowly began to push more of myself into her, the grip of her pussy contouring to every inch of my cock. She managed to take around six inches before she yelped and faltered, letting go of her legs. "No, sweetheart," I said as I gripped her ankles and forced her legs back into their original spread position, "these are going to stay right here. You wanted it hard and deep, and that's how I'm going to give it to you."

And this is how we progressed. I would sink more and more of my cock into her until she could clearly take no more, and then fuck her until she was adjusted to it. After a while I had gotten down to the last bit, which I slowly eased into her, finally balls deep in the hottest, wettest cunt I've ever had the pleasure of fucking. She let out a low moan of "Fuuuuuuuck meeeeeee...", and, being a gentleman, I obliged.

Still holding her ankles, I pinned them to the bed behind her head as I pulled my cock out to the tip, and then drove it home. The noise she made was indescribable, but it was filled with need, lust, pleasure and a little pain. I became a machine, endlessly pounding into the soft flesh beneath me, unable to stop even if I wanted to. She was in control for her cocksucking show earlier, but now was my time to impress her.

I let go of one of her legs as I pulled her to the edge of the bed, turned her on her side, threw one leg over my shoulder and continued fucking her. This new position allowed me to use my hands more, which I took advantage of. I quickly found her clit and began rubbing in time with my thrusts, which made her shudder and wail for me. I felt her tighten around my cock, pulsing while I fucked her through her first orgasm.

Once that subsided, keeping her on her side, I got behind her and wrapped one arm around her waist and another across her shoulders around her neck, as though I were giving her a hug from behind to keep her in place. For a moment the only things that could be heard in the room were the sounds of flesh hitting flesh, and the squeaking of the bedframe as I plowed into her like a high speed piston. Both of us were in silence for different reasons, me concentrating on maintaining my tempo, her unable to speak due to orgasmic bliss. I held her tighter and slightly shifted my hips, which may have been what caused me to find her sweet spot as she began to tense up like a coiled spring. Finally she threw her head back and, with a soft whisper of "Fuck, I'm cumming", came again and had one of the most brutal and beautiful orgasms I've ever seen from a woman.

I was getting close, and wanted to finish this the old fashioned way. We settled into missionary, face to face, sweaty and tired. I did the only thing I could think of doing at that moment and kissed her, long and deep, our tongues dancing together just like how we had been fucking all night. She broke the kiss to show me one other talent she had; apparently, she was also a poet. She wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck, pulling me closer to whisper in my ear. "So," she said, voice dripping with lust, "you really like me, huh Bob? You like fucking me as hard as you want with that big, thick cock? Use that slab of fuckmeat and rearrange my insides, treat me like a cocksleeve until you shoot your hot fucking nut inside me. I'm going to walk around all day tomorrow with you dripping out of my cunt. Now. Blow. Your. Fucking. Load."