You can feel the excitement in the air. I can barely hear myself think with all the nervous chatter that is going on. It’s wall to wall shemales, perfume, make up and costumes. All of us want to win the title of Queen T-iva. Only the prettiest, most talented, glamorous tranny can hold the crown. I am here to tell you that I want to be the Queen Z.
Walking down the hall, make up done to perfection, hair and nails are flawless, I am looking down at the check list on my phone making sure every thing is in order, I didn’t see him coming.
We ran right into each other.
I recognized him immediately, he was one of the judges.
When our eyes met the look was unmistakable. He reached out and began caressing my nipple making it stand up and pay attention.
I could feel my cock growing between my legs where it was tightly tucked away for competition.
“I bet your cock is as glorious as these tits of yours.” he said with a twinkle in his eye.
He grabbed my hand and placed it on his cock. Judging by the feel of it, he was packing a very impressive package there.
He pulled me into the shadows and pushed me to my knees as he freed his dick for me.
There was no mistaking what he wanted and there was no way that I was going to let this prize piece of meat go with out tasting.
I gave him everything I had, pulled every dick sucking trick I know, and sucked the skin off that tube steak of his until his knees were weak and he was filling my mouth up.
Not one drop of his seed was wasted.
I stood and re-adjusted my throbbing cock.
With a wink he turned and said, “I will see you after the competition my Queen.”
My heart skipped a beat.
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