The Adventures of Boipussy Pt. 11 - Sex Stories

The Adventures of Boipussy Pt. 11

... of clothes required by society, ran into the corridor, and stabbed the button for the 8th floor.

Candii threw the door open with a grin. She wore the Boipussy/A2M t-shirt that Ace gifted her on the bus a few days ago, and nothing else. It barely contained her huge fake tits, and Ace could see her dick poking out under the hem. "Hey, rockstar," she cooed, flashing her lashes. "I'm glad you got my message. Please come in."

Ace nearly melted. She was hot like fire. "Thanks for the invitation, Candii, but I don't know why I'm here. I'm not into chicks," he pleaded, almost as trying to convince himself he shouldn't be here. She closed the door behind him.

"Oh, sweetie, I know," Candii whispered. "Just pretend I'm a boy. Look," she said, pointing to her small flaccid cock. "I've got a boytoy too." She paused for a second. "You wanna... you wanna play with my boytoy?"

Ace fell to his knees, running his tongue and lips across the head of Candii's sweet clitty. He heard her feminine squeaks and moans as he felt her stiffen in his mouth. She put her hands on the back of Ace's head as she held him in place, gently fucking his face.

She came in his mouth, moaning lightly. Ace swallowed, licking her sweet dick clean.

"The perfect ending to a perfect day," declared Candii.

Ace recognised the line from a Sonic Youth song. He wanted to stay with her tonight, but he wasn't sure if her invitation stretched that far. Besides, she'd just said 'perfect ending'. He thought ...

... maybe he should head back to his own room.

"It's been a long day," declared Candii. "But like I said, I've got a bottle of champagne open." She poured him a glass of bubbles as well as one for herself. She drained her glass immediately and threw it towards the wall. Ace flinched, expecting the glass to shatter into a thousand shards, but it bounced back. The vessel was plastic, just like her sweet titties.

"I've worked so hard today," Candii pouted. "I need to take a shower. Would you like to join me?" She fluttered her fake eyelashes again. He'd just taken a shower, but Ace was mesmerised. He nodded. He couldn't speak. He guzzled his champagne.

She threw her t-shirt over her head before undressing Boipussy's lead singer. She grabbed his hand and led him towards the bathroom. She turned on the taps, adjusting them to get the right temperature. She admired his long, straight blonde hair. "Come on in, Goldilocks," she said, "it's just right."

They surrendered to the warm water. Candii ran her hands across Ace's head and down his back, drenching his hair. His cock was hard.

"Scratch my back?" Candii asked. "And you can scratch some other parts of me," she teased, "if you want to."

Ace began to lightly scratch Candii's back. His fingernails, combined with the pulses of warm water trickling down her spine, were the perfect form of relaxation for her. She moaned, but Ace wasn't sure whether it was a response to his fingernails or something else.

"Touch me," she ...