The Adventures of Boipussy Pt. 11 - Sex Stories

The Adventures of Boipussy Pt. 11

... climaxed, drooling semen across Candii's expert fingertips and across her knuckles. She waited until he'd finished convulsing before she licked her fingers clean. Ace felt her juicy, Botoxed lips press against his own; he opened his mouth to let her force-feed him with her tongue.

Ace rolled over onto his back. As he stared at the ceiling, waiting for sleep to come, he wondered if he'd just died and gone to heaven. Or was this a sweet dream? Everything about this tour felt too good to be true, but as he rolled onto his side for a moment to watch Candii drift off to sleep, he knew it was all very real.

He rubbed her back for a few moments. Candii mumbled something in response, but Ace couldn't work out what she said.

*

Morning broke. Thick blinds were pulled down, though thin slivers of sunlight escaped the edges and penetrated the room. Ace's bladder was full and he needed to pee. If he stayed in bed any longer, there'd be an accident to explain. He had no idea what the time was.

As he tiptoed to the bathroom to relieve himself, he noticed the half-full bottle of champagne he and Candii were drinking last night. The bubbles were gone and the liquid was warm. He took a deep swig, gulping hard, finishing the bottle. Warm champagne for breakfast; the breakfast of rockstars.

He forgot to close the bathroom door. As his stream of piss began to thunder into the bowl, he wondered whether Candii was still in bed, or whether she'd gotten up earlier to start work. He ...

... got his answer soon enough.

She stood behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist. "Good morning, sweetie." She glanced down at the operation currently in progress. "Here, let me help you with that." She held Ace's shaft as he pissed, shaking the stray droplets away when he finished. "Did you sleep well?" She tickled his scrotum with her fingernails.

Ace turned to face her and they kissed. "Yeah."

"Champagne for breakfast, huh?" she winked suggestively.

"What?" Ace protested.

"Don't fucking lie," Candii smirked, "I fucking saw you drink the rest of last night's wine for breakfast and I loved seeing you do it. I know the soul of a fucking rockstar when I find one. You wanna come back to bed with me?" She tickled his balls again with her long fingernails. "I'm hungry for some breakfast of my own."

As if Ace was ever gonna say no to her.

They lay under the covers and kissed deeply, working up towards sex, but Ace punctured the inflating bubble. "I'm confused," he admitted.

"Aw, sweetie, what about?"

"I really like you, Candii."

"And I like you too, Ace." She reached out to stroke his chest with her nails, leaning in for more tender kisses. "So what's to be confused about?"

Ace wasn't sure how to press his point. "Wait... wait a second... but... do you... like... anyone else?"

Candii chuckled like sugar as her juicy, inflated lips smiled a mile wide. "Aw, sweetie, I like everyone on this tour! This is a dream come true for a horny trans girl ...