Combine with that the incredible thrill, excitement and turn on of being a hot, sexy girl... dressing like a girl, getting fucked like a girl and bein... a GIRL with other tgirls... such fun!!So I'll give you some background and context which I hope isn't too boring. I'd love any feedback and whether you think I'm entitled to call myself a slut now? And please remember this is 100% true and wouldn't be doing this if it wasn't.One super hot girlfriend told me during a drunken, drug fuelled session. Where she worked on me for 10—15 minutes or so before laying in front of me. I was 2 or three minutes in when she grabbed my hair and tensed up. I licked harder and faster concentrating on her clit, then suddenly her whole body began to shake as she screamed she was cumming and le out scream after scream while I continued to fuck her with my tongue, until she pushed my head away saying she couldn’t take anymore.I crawled up to her face and we kissed, as she licked her own juices from my chin.. “Should we go inside?” you asked. “Not just yet,” I responded and moved myself in to basically the same position that you had been in earlier, standing in front of you as you sat in the chair. As I stood there I slowly unbuttoned my shirt and noticed that you watched closely and sipped your wine. When the shirt was fully opened I unbuttoned my shorts and let them fall to the floor. And there, literally right before your eyes was my angry, rock hard cock. There was even a bud of clear precum on. Before I could answer, he stood behind me while I was still sitting at my desk.Then he started to massage my shoulders and neck. It really felt good. I started to relax a bit, but then I felt him caress my arms…I started to enjoy it; especially since I had been attracted to that young black guy since he started to work there six months before. He was in his early thirties; he was tall and solid built. I estimated he would be also very well hung. A very well hung black man…I knew I had to get.