He groaned with the return of that familiar sensation. I licked more, licking around his ass, feeling the softness of the muscle, the smooth pinkness ...exposed in this most vulnerable position. My hand stroked him nicely, my right one now, and my left hand roamed his torso, touching him, brushing his skin, a soft and random touch. I loved making him feel good, and my hand on his stomach wasn't as much a calculated sexual thing as it was a touch of affection. Which, of course, turned him on even. It was also important to me that whenever I met a guy, I would already be dressed and in my female persona. I wanted to be female and seen as female, at least as far as this was possible.So it was that when my next potential man date appeared on my doorstep a few days later, I was dressed and ready to play. This time I had a very pretty cami-suspender outfit on. This was in a very sheer and pale, baby pink, mesh fabric, with ruched bust, which rather flattered my little titties. Matching. "Bursting with anticipation, I felt her finger lightly touching, then probing the entrance into me, my ass, my hole, my asshole. Then, inserting inside me, gently, one finger, then two, pushing gently inside me, easing and relaxing my sphincter, rotating, inserting and spreading lubrication within me.She leaned over me, let her weight fall completely on me, and our bodies were fully in contact, front to back, her front to my back, and I was lying bent over on the edge of her bed supporting her. "Get the fuck up here and start fucking me."She loved to fuck and say the word fuck.I reached for my condom in the drawer and went down to business. I was on my knees on top of the bed, inside her while she laid on her back. Gripping her hips tight I began to fuck her a little harder. After unloading my semen just minutes earlier I felt as though I could fuck for days. Her wet pussy certainly helped.Once I lifted her legs onto my shoulders she was screaming. I hit the bulls-eye and she was.