After the Drag King Revue
Keywords: Drag, King, Revue, the, After,
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"You were right, that was fun," Melissa said entering into the backroom at the back of Club Nightingale. She was dressed in a full Soviet military uniform complete with Karl Marx beard and moustache.
"I told you it would be," Claire replied following close behind dressed in a three-piece suit, her short blonde hair slicked into a perfect part and colored gray. They had been doing a mock economic debate that ended with communism and capitalism settling their differences by grinding on each other's lap. "That crowd was amazing tonight. I could taste the energy."
"You did more than that," Melissa replied. "I saw you tongue-swapping that little femme in the front row."
"Yeah, but you know you liked it," she whispered wrapping her arms around her lover's waist. "Mmmm, I'm still horny from the stage show."
"You're always horny," Melissa said as Claire began to kiss down her neck. She moved to remove her hat and free the long hair, she had bunched up inside.
"No, leave it on," Claire said, pushing her hand away. "I like how it makes you look. My little commie whore." With that, she turned Melissa around and kissed her passionately. The fake facial hair tickled her a bit, but she didn't care. Opening her mouth, she began to massage Melissa's delightfully long tongue. She didn't dare tell her that that feature was half the reason that she began to date her exclusively.
Enjoying her tongue massage, Melissa moved a hand from the back of Claire's head down to her ass. She squeezed softly as she felt it through the suit fabric. Claire delighted to the action and moved her hand to the front of Melissa's pants and tried to slip inside.
"Damn, these are too tight," she remarked pulling away from Melissa's mouth to concentrate on the removing of her belt.
"I thought you liked tight," Melissa remarked saucily. She was not quite as brazen as her lover, but she was better versed in the sexual jibe. "Speaking of which, I should get you out of that tie, before you choke to death."
"One sec," Claire said as she pulled Melissa's leather belt out of its loops and undid the top button of her pants. Folding the belt over its self, she gave a playful slap to Melissa's ass. "This gives me an idea for later."
"It better not. Last time you did that, I wasn't able to sit for a week," she said, using the break in the action to loosen up and remove Claire's tie. Tossing the tie aside and undoing some of the buttons of the white shirt, Claire smiled seductively. "Now where were we?"
With that, she pulled Claire back to her and began to massage deep into her mouth, the feelings turning her on deep inside. With her free hand, she began questing in the white shirt, she had partially opened. She knew her girlfriend had small enough breasts that binding wasn't necessary and taking a hold of on in the palm of her hand, reveled in this fact.
Meanwhile, Claire was doing some exploration of her own, reaching into Melissa's unbuttoned pants and slipping her hands into her panties. Rubbing against the folds of her labia, her palm brushed against Melissa's clit causing her to moan deep in Claire's mouth. Taking the hint, she slipped a finger into her pussy.
"You're wet," she mumbled through the kiss.
"And your nipple's hard as a rock," Melissa replied, giving the nipple a little twist to emphasize. Thus entwined, they continued closing their eyes to the passion.
"Jesus, can't you guys wait till you get home," Jessi said as she opened the door. She had been dressed as a black mechanic and had finished lip-synching to a version of "Slick, Black Cadillac."
"No, want to join us," Claire asked, breaking the kiss, but continuing to stroke her girlfriend's pussy.
"You wish, honey," Jessi responded. "I can delay the rest of the groups, but you better be done in a half-hour or I'll let the rest of the girls change on top of you." With that she exited, locking the door behind her.
"You heard the lady," Claire said pushing a second finger into Melissa's pussy. "We better get to work."
"Yes, sir," she replied unbuttoning Claire's suit jacket and the white shirt underneath. Reaching her hands underneath, she parted the conservative suit aside and took her small breasts in hand. They were barely a handful, but had beautiful puffy nipples that she loved twisting around her fingers. Claire moaned at the attention, but Melissa wanted more.
Kneeling down, removing her hat and pushing the suit jacket and shirt aside, she took one of her breasts into her mouth, swallowing it with ease. The shift in position forced Claire to stop stroking her pussy. She used the opportunity to bring her dripping fingers to her mouth and taste her lover's juices.
"You're getting nice and worked up, aren't you," she asked as she cleaned her fingers thoroughly. Melissa only grunted in affirmation as she suckled on Claire's breast, twirling her tongue around her hard nipple. Claire looked down at her hatless lover's head, her hair done in a tight bun and held with about a dozen hairclips. "I know you like your hair long, but if you're going to keep doing these shows, you'll have to cut it down eventually."
Melissa mumbled something that could have been "never" as she pinched Claire's other nipple.
"Fine," Claire said removing the one at a time. "Have it your way."
It took about a minute to free her hair completely and it fell sloppily down to her shoulders. Claire tussled the hair a bit and said, "Now, my turn."
Melissa reluctantly left Claire's breast and stood back up, brushing the hair from her face and trying to get it smoothed out again. Claire, meanwhile, began to unbutton the tight military uniform. Finishing the job, she pulled it apart and pushed it down her shoulders. Unlike her, Melissa had needed to bind her breasts for the show. The white gauze bandage lay across her chest like the ribbon on a Christmas present.
Melissa shucked off the jacket, letting it fall to the floor, so that Claire could unwrap her. Claire undid the clasps of the gauze and Melissa smiled and raised her hands over her head. Melissa began to pirouette as Claire unrolled the gauze. Once it was unwrapped, Melissa felt both more comfortable and a little dizzy.
"Now, doesn't that feel better," Claire said as she stared at her lover's fairly large breasts. They were a bit red and sweaty from their imprisonment.
"God yes," Melissa replied as she pushed the back of Claire's head down to her bosom. Claire rested her head in the cleavage as she pressed the boobs around her. Her head fit in nearly perfectly and she loved it. It was like drowning in breast. She shook her head around while moving her hands over to the front. The jiggling caused Melissa to giggle.
"Must you always do that," she asked as she lifted Claire's head up from her cleavage.
Claire just smiled to the question and began to run her tongue all over her breasts, circling around the nipples when she came to them. Melissa moaned in response to the teasing and her nipples began to itch with the desire for manipulation.
Finally, Claire pulled back and pushed Melissa's breasts together so she could suck both of her nipples at the same time. Taking them, she lovingly massaged them with her tongue and sucked them. After a bit, she began to nibble on them, bringing out a little moan from Melissa. She had always been a little bit of a masochist as long as it wasn't too severe. Claire, knowing this took the nipples gingerly in her teeth, pulled back as far as she could to stretch the breasts. She looked up to see her lover's expression. As soon as it changed to pain, she let go, letting the breasts flop back to their natural position.
As she did this, she began to slip her hand back underneath Melissa's pants and began to fondle her again. Knowing that they had used up about fifteen minutes just on foreplay, Claire knew she'd have to move a bit quicker if she wanted to finish before Jessi let in the other dykes to change. She fumbled with the zipper as she began to kiss down Melissa's stomach. Pulling her pants down slowly, she felt a hand stop her.
"Wait a second, dear," Melissa said and moved to lie down on the floor. Claire took the hint and began to continue to push her pants down to her ankles. As she did this she swung her hips to straddle Melissa's face. Melissa laughed. "I can almost see the dick in these dress slacks."
"That's cause I stuffed a pair of socks down there before the revue," Claire said pushing Melissa's pants and panties down to get a view of her pussy.
"Well then, I better take care of that," Melissa said, gripping the zipper in her teeth and pulling up. Finishing the job, she looked inside and laughed. "You're even wearing men's briefs."
"Hell yeah! I wasn't going to stretch out one of my panties," Claire replied as she looked down her body at Melissa.
"Well then, let's take care of Mr. Fluffy," Melissa said rubbing the sock bulge through the briefs. She began to lick the bulge and sucked on it a little. Claire laughed at the sight as she began to prime Melissa with two of her fingers.
Undoing the belt as she continued to love the socks through the cotton briefs, she was able to pull Claire's pants down. Left with just the briefs, she smiled. Taking the folds of the briefs in her hand, she spread them and began to sensually pull the socks through the tiny opening that afforded her. Claire continued to watch the bizarre action with merriment.
"These are soaking wet, baby," she said as the socks fell on Melissa's face with a plop. She took a deep sniff of the fabric and smiled. "God, I love your scent."
Spitting the socks to the side, she began to pull the briefs down. She pushed both the pants and the briefs down far enough that she could spread Claire's legs. Claire tried to kick her pants completely off, but her dress shoes were in the way.
"Ah, stop. You're going to kick my face," Melissa called back to her girlfriend.
"Sorry," Claire replied sheepishly as she spread her legs as best as she could and began to concentrate on tonguing Melissa's clit.
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Keywords: Drag, King, Revue, the, After,