An American Wereslut In London

by Meghan Archer

  “If you’re going to kneel down there like that, you might as well give it a taste,” he said and felt the sizzle of Brittney’s approval.

  Good boy, Bryce, she thought. Live a little.

  The witch’s smile widened as she wrapped her slender fingers around Bryce’s impressive girth and began to stroke him.

  “That little slut inside of you knows what she wants no matter how full the moon is, it seems,” she said, a chuckle unlinking her words as her thumb brushed over the pulsating tip of his cock. “That, or you’re just as bad as she is.”

  Bryce let out a moan, closing his eyes as he felt the warmth of his own arousal sliding over him. His heavy balls began to pulse with the witch’s slow strokes. She was working up a nice, big load with each of her patient, yet eager ministrations. Somewhere deep inside he tried to deny that he was enjoying what was happening, that his behavior was just a product of his curse, but he knew that was a lie—he loved this.

  “Maybe I am,” Bryce whispered, sucking in air through his teeth as he felt the witch’s silken tongue against his tip.

  “Then why look for a cure? If you love the way it feels to be the slut you always were inside, then why try to stop it?”

  She pumped him faster as she engulfed his tip in her full lips. Bryce almost cried out, clutching at the armchair as her mouth began to work him inside. When he didn’t, she let out a purr deep in her throat before coming up for air.

  “I could always keep you, little wereslut,” the witch cooed, sliding her tongue up his shaft. “I’ve always wanted a pet, and I’d be lying if the thought of your cock stuffing my pussy hasn’t gotten me dripping down my thighs.”

  Bryce opened his eyes, looking down to find that as the witch was sucking him off her hand teased between the smoothness of her thighs, playing in the folds of her pussy. When their eyes met, she smirked and reached up to brush her soaked fingers against his lips. “This is just a taste of what I could give you, little Bryce.”

  His tongue darted over his lips and he moaned as the taste of her lust washed over him. The fact that the witch had said his name never even seemed to register as her enchanting juices played across his senses.

  “Oh, God!” he moaned, feeling the witch once again taking him in, this time deep into her throat. Bryce couldn’t help but shiver as his balls tightened, her hand softly playing with them as the other worked once again at her drenched sex.

  “That’s it,” she cooed, looking up at him as her hand pumped his shaft again. “It could be yours, if only you’d be mine.”

  “Fuck!” Bryce hissed, feeling a warmth grow at the base of his cock. His balls pulsed and tightened, the telltale signs that his climax was fast approaching. “I’m so close!”

  “Good boy,” she purred.

  The witch flicked her tongue softly against his tip, popping him in and out of her mouth over and over as her hand worked him expertly. The thought of tasting her pussy on his tongue was so tempting. He wanted nothing more than to ram his cock deep into her tight cunt and watch her body writhe underneath his.

  I wouldn’t mind seeing that pretty face lapping at my pussy, Brittney piped up.

  The witch’s offer was a seductive one: to spend his days experiencing the kind of pleasures he’d only ever dreamed about in his wildest sex-crazed fantasies.

  “Give that load to me, sweet boy. I need to taste it,” she whispered as she teased frantically at her drenched sex.

  “Fuck, yes!” Bryce moaned, watching as the witch took him once again into her mouth, taking him nice and deep as her own hips bucked against her darting fingers.

  Bryce threw his head back against the cushions of the armchair, his hips rising slightly, driving himself deeper into the witch’s throat. She let out a moan, then a scream around his cock, her head bobbing greedily as the Bryce felt his balls explode in a glorious tidal wave of release.

  His hot cum rocketed up his shaft, hot ropes of his essence pouring deep into the witch’s throat as she sucked him off. Her eyes rolled in ecstasy as her own orgasm made her spasm and whimper around his dick.

  “Oh, my God,” Bryce whispered, his eyes half-closed as he slowly felt his body begin to relax.

  The witch slid his cock from her mouth, looking into his eyes as she swallowed the mouthful of his hot spunk and licked her lips, savoring his flavor on her taste buds. The witch crawled on top of him, biting her lip as she let her hands explore his body, slipping beneath his shirt and feeling the warmth of his skin against her own.

  “So, can your little Julie do that for you?” she asked, her lips brushing against his ear before softly sucking on his earlobe.

  “I…” Bryce began, his eyes fluttering as he felt her teeth softly graze his skin. “I can’t leave her.”

  The witched let out a soft sigh, though a smile stayed on her lips as she leaned back, straddling him and throwing her shoulders back in one last, futile attempt to showcase what he could have.

  “I suppose it is true love, then, little wereslut, if you’re willing to let a body like mine slip through your fingers. I promise a world of pleasure you can’t begin to imagine.”

  “I’m sorry,” Bryce said, though part of him felt pained to refuse something to tempting. “I love her.”

  “Very well,” she said, smirking as she dismounted him. “A deal is a deal, and you will have your cure. But I cannot give it to you.”

  “What?” Bryce asked, sitting up, an anger rising in his chest. “I thought you said—”

  “Perhaps I may have stretched the truth,” the witch said, chuckling as she wiped a bit of his cum from his chin and sucked it from her finger. “But I can tell you what you must do.

  “Take this charm,” the witch said, gliding over to an ancient cabinet and removing an odd pendant from the depths of one of its drawers. “Once you have it on, you will not be bound by the phases of the moon and you will transform into the slut inside of you.”

  Bryce stood, sliding his pants back up over his now flaccid cock and adjusting himself.

  “That doesn’t sound like a cure,” he grumbled.

  “I’m not done,” the witch snapped, holding up a finger still slick with her own juices. “While you are in the form of the slut, you must bed the wereslut that changed you in his male form. Once his seed fills you, then you are free from the curse.”

  “I have to fuck Thom?” Bryce asked, his face twisting in disgust.

  “If you truly want to be rid of this curse, then yes. But be warned,” the witch said, handing the amulet to Bryce, “if you keep the charm on when the sun rises, then you will never be a man again. You will be forever stuck as the woman you become every full moon.”

  “I won’t ever stop being Brittney?” Bryce asked, his hand frozen around the charm as he locked his eyes upon it.

  “You will be a woman for the rest of your life,” she said, nodding before finally relinquishing the amulet. “Take it off before the sun rises.”

  The way back out of the strange marketplace was much less mind boggling than the way in. It only took Bryce a matter of minutes to get back to the spot where the cabbie had dropped him off, while before it had almost seemed like hours. Sure enough, in a matter of moments, he was standing back in the regular London street he’d left before descending into that dark world.

  The streetlights flickered to life as the sun began to set and night approached. Bryce didn’t have much time if he wanted to end his curse and be back before Julie realized he’d been gone.

  He removed his phone from his jeans pocket and opened the fake Facebook account he’d made in order to get access to Thom’s status updates. Bryce had figured that a guy like Thom would accept any friend request from a pretty woman, and that was exactly the kind of person he’d been when those pictures were taken.

  Brittney had posed for some rather risqué selfies before Bryce had made her fake account under a different name, and Thom took the bait, just as planned.

  After a week of watching his news feed, Br
yce had learned Thom’s regular haunts and habits, and it was how Bryce knew exactly where to find him on a Friday night.

  Thom had checked in at Geldy’s Pub only a few minutes ago, and thanks to Google, Bryce knew exactly how to get there. But first, a change of clothes—and gender—was in order.

  Bryce ducked into a public restroom he passed on his way to the pub and took the charm from his jeans pocket, hoping to God that the witch wasn’t full of shit.

  He locked himself inside one of the larger handicapped stalls and began to undress, stripping nude before slipping the amulet over his head.

  The reaction was almost immediate, but instead of the painful contortion he was used to with his transformation, this one almost seemed fluid. His breasts grew in a matter of seconds and his body shifted almost painlessly into Brittney’s curvy figure. Bryce felt his hair flowing like water down his back into Brittney’s long tresses. But unlike every other time he had transformed, Bryce still felt like he was in total control.

  No fair, he heard Brittney think in the back of his mind. I wanted to drive.

  Bryce took the clothes he’d packed for Brittney out of his backpack and quickly put them on, fitting the tight blouse and short skirt over his new hips and breasts. Without Brittney in control of his womanly form, Bryce felt a little vulnerable and exposed.

  Why would I let you “drive?” Bryce thought back at her. You don’t want any of this to happen. You don’t want the curse to end.

  Would you, if you were me? I mean, think about it, Bryce. You’re trying to kill me.

  That thought made Bryce stop for a moment. He turned his gaze toward the mirror to stare at Brittney’s body. She was right, technically. If all went according to Bryce’s plan, she’d be gone. Dead.

  “I’m sorry, but I have to do this.”

  Unable to continue looking at the face of his alter ego in the mirror, Bryce made his way out of the bathroom and back out into the twilight of London’s busy streets.

  Finding Gedy’s Pub took only a matter of minutes after catching a ride with yet another taxi. Bryce stepped out of the car and fixed his outfit, hoping to God everything was just right to get Thom back to his place for a little bit of fun.

  The inside of Gedy’s Pub was filled with the smell of cigarettes and stale beer. The lights were dim and the patrons seemed hardly the kind of people you’d ever want a good look at in the light of day. Thom, however, was easy enough to spot.

  The young man was making quite the spectacle of himself, singing at the bar as he downed what appeared to be his fifth beer. Bryce checked his phone, and sure enough, Thom had only arrived thirty minutes beforehand.

  “This’ll be easier than I thought,” he said in Brittney’s soft, lilting voice as he made his way over to the bar to sit himself right next to the unsuspecting Thom.

  “Hey, handsome,” Bryce said as he hopped up on the stool beside Thom, biting his lip before ordering a glass of something sweet. “You look like you’re having a good time.”

  “All the better now that you’re here, gorgeous,” Thom said, already slurring his words.

  Bingo, Bryce thought. He has no idea who I am. And why would he? The only time Thom had seen him as Brittney had been through Tina’s eyes, and Bryce was willing to bet that as drunk as Thom already was, he had no recollection of that evening.

  “I don’t suppose you know how to show a girl a good time, do you?” Bryce asked, reaching over and gently brushing her fingers over Thom’s forearm, hoping that was signal enough for the drunken wereslut to take an interest.

  “A good time, eh?” Thom asked, smirking before taking another swig of his beer. “I think I know a few ways to keep a pretty thing like you occupied.”

  “Maybe after a few more drinks?” he asked, taking a sip of his own glass as the bartender set it down in front of him. “I’m parched.”

  “Don’t I know you from somewhere?” Thom asked after almost an hour of drinking and small talk. The two of them had moved to a small booth toward the back of the pub for more privacy.

  “I don’t think so, sweetie,” Bryce deflected. “I’d know if I’d met a hunk like you before.”

  “Scary, ‘cause I get the strangest feelin’ when I look at you,” Thom said, squinting at Brittney’s body.

  “Maybe that’s just the beer gnawing at your belly, handsome. Maybe you ought to lie down—with me.” As he said it, Bryce’s slender, feminine hand slid up Thom’s leg to brush over the bulge in his jeans.

  “Movin’ fast, aren’t we?” Thom asked with an eager smile.

  “I’m not the kind of girl who likes waiting for what she wants,” Bryce whispered into Thom’s ear, his now full and feminine lips brushing against his earlobe. “I want you. Now.”

  He slid his hand over Thom’s thigh, caressing along the length of it before resting Brittney’s slender fingers against the half-stiff bulge of his package. The Englishman’s cock responded immediately, coming to quick attention within the confines of his jeans, his hips squirming.

  “I want this,” Bryce cooed.

  Those words were all it took for Thom to pay his tab and hail a taxi for the two of them, making a quick escape to his apartment where Bryce knew exactly what his intentions were.

  The two of them hopped into the cab, both of them a little tipsy from their steady supply of cocktails. Their hands explored one another shamelessly as the cab sped them through the London streets toward Thom’s home. But the more he groped on Thom, the less in control Bryce felt. Brittney’s consciousness was beginning to vie for control.

  Give me the wheel, baby, she whispered to him. If I’ve got to go, at least give me one last ride.

  He didn’t feel like he had much of a choice as he began to slip farther and farther from the forefront of his thoughts, feeling his alter ego’s mind stretching out like a cat to fill every inch of his body and assume direct control.

  Brittney slipped her hand beneath the band of Thom’s jeans as they taxi drew nearer to the apartment, whispering softly into the other wereslut’s ear. “Got to get this nice and hard for me, don’t we, baby? I don’t want to wait a second after you get me in that door.”

  She wrapped her hand around the rigid shaft of his cock as the taxi came to a halt just outside of the apartment, turning around just in time for Brittney to slip her hand away discretely.

  “Pay for that, won’t you, sugar?” the wereslut cooed into Thom’s ear before opening the door. She turned back, a smirk on her lips as she watched Thom throw money at the cabbie and amble out after her.

  The two of them mounted the stairs up to Thom’s flat and quickly went inside. The moment they walked through the door Thom was upon her, his body pressing her against the wall. She could feel him straining against the crotch of his jeans, begging to be set free upon her tight little cunt. Brittney was more than happy to give in to his body’s silent demands.

  Their lips met as she slid her hands down between Thom’s legs, working at his fly like a pro, having him undone in mere seconds. Then she dove into his boxers, finally getting the grip on his steely shaft that she’d been craving from the moment she’d seen him. She could forgive Bryce for stealing the reigns, even for wanting her gone—but if she had to go, she’d at least go out doing what she loved.

  Thom raked his nails up her sides, pushing the tight fabric of her top up and over her big, pillowy tits. Bryce had packed her favorite bra, a sweet little pink push-up that did wonders for her already impressive cleavage. Thom seemed to approve of it as well, though she guessed she wouldn’t be keeping it on long.

  Brittney pushed his pants down off of his hips, followed closely by his clinging boxer-briefs, freeing his dick from its fabric prison. It made her mouth and her pussy start to water just at the sight of it.

  “That’s what I wanna see, baby,” Brittney moaned, biting her lip as she felt him starting to hike her skirt up higher on her thighs. As he did, she noticed that she didn’t seem to have any panties on.

  Good boy,
Bryce, she thought, spreading her legs as she felt Thom reaching between her thighs.

  In one swift and sudden movement he lifted her up and pressed her against the wall, and she wrapped her legs around Thom’s waist as he moved himself into position.

  Grinning from ear to ear, Brittney quickly lifted his shirt up, making him let go for only the briefest of moments and leaning against the wall for support. When he held her up once more, Brittney trailed her fingers over his well-muscled chest.

  “Give it to me,” she moaned softly, biting harder on her lip as she felt his throbbing tip pressing against her soaked pussy.

  With a sudden gasp, Brittney felt him pushing past the velvety lips of her cunt and slipping into her tight little hole. She threw her head back and closed her eyes as Thom stretched her with every inch. He was so big!