OFM Lust: A Lustful Wish

As I walked down the hallway after work, I noticed the dressing room open, and I peaked in. I saw a performer, and I wasn’t sure if they heard me approach or not. I couldn’t believe it: The queen whom I was seeing, I’ve looked up to for a while! This performer has been my favorite drag queen at this club; they were the reason I applied for my job here. I was eager to meet them and see if they could possibly teach me a little something.

This drag queen was so beautiful and so very talented. The way she moves her body when she performs, it’s almost as if she’s giving a whole new meaning to the song she was performing to. Every curve of her body left little to the imagination, but certainly left you wanting more. 

His breast plate looked so real. I couldn’t stop staring at his nipples. I could see them perfectly through the sheer top he was wearing. How I wanted to place my lips on those breasts. I closed my eyes and pictured running my hands over and around this pair of breathtakingly beautiful breasts.

I heard the door creak from me pushing up against it, and my eyes shot open. I was now finding myself face to face with my favorite queen, whom has never met me and is still wearing almost nothing. She adjusted her underwear to attempt to cover up more, but there was little she could do with underwear not much bigger than a shoestring.

He pulled me in and shut the door. He pushed me against the wall and leaned in really close. He asked me what the hell I was doing just standing outside his doorway, watching him. I started to answer, and he pulled my head up from being fixated on his breastplate. He stood back and asked if I was touching myself while I was watching him clean up his dressing room.

I told him, no, of course I wasn’t. I said I just could believe my favorite queen was in front of me, and I couldn’t believe that he … He placed his hand over my lips and stopped me from speaking. He unbuttoned his top and let it fall to the floor and slid off his underwear and kicked them off toward the wall.

The woman now standing before me began to trace along her chest with her fingertip and asked if she was still my favorite queen. I told her, if it was possible, she was even more so now. I said, I wished so much for her to be a woman. She asked if I’d like to make love to her, and I said more than anything. 

She asked me what my pronouns are, and I said, “They,” placing a hand on her chest, I was told, “She.” She started to take off my clothes and brought me to the sofa. She laid down, and I got onto my knees and looked upon her beautiful body. She grabbed a strap-on from under the sofa and handed it to me. I strapped it on and buried my face between her legs. I could feel her body quiver with each stroke of my tongue. Her hands pulled me in tighter as she started to moan louder and louder.

I couldn’t remember if anyone else was still at work, but at this moment, I didn’t care. I stood up and slowly slid into a part of this beautiful body I never thought I would be inside. My own body was shaking with excitement. Sweat was now covering our bodies, and her moans started to get louder. She pulled me in close and started to kiss me with her soft and supple lips, which made my heart race even more than it already was. 

I gently pulled out and began to kiss her neck. I traced every inch of her body with my tongue. I came back to her breasts, the very breasts I wished so much to be real. I leaned in and traced her nipples with my tongue and then gently started to suck on them. I could tell she was really enjoying that because she started arching her back and breathing heavily. Her hands wrapped around her head, and she let out a loud moan. I stood up and slid my strap-on back in, and she started to scream for me to do it more, and do it harder. 

I thrusted faster, and she told me not to stop. I clenched my jaw and uttered how bad I’ve wanted this for so long! With her jar clenched as well she said “Fuck yeah,” with a gentle breath almost underneath each word. Her hand wrapped around me and lightly clawed my back as she let out a moan with a hint of a yell that would’ve caused people outside of the club to need a smoke. I collapsed onto the amazing woman and rolled onto my back as she and I started to work to control our breathing again. 

She whispered that next time, she’s topping me. I laughed and told her, “Deal!”