Women who like turning straight/bicur men (NJ/PA)

[bklyn_40]

I have been bi-curious for a long time. I can't do MM, it must start as an MFM and then she can take charge.
I tried 1-on-1 a couple of times, but couldn't go thru with it.
I tried twice with couples where the wife wanted watch a guy suck hubby's cock.
They both said it was hotter if they 'force' me to please their men.
Too bad they didn't ask the men or at least be truly sure they'll not freak.
As soon as the women asked me to grab hubby, they both got scared.
One at least had the nerve to wait until I began stroking him before he bailed.
So, any couples or women who might be thinking this could be fun, I'll be glad to meet to see if there's any connection

 

[OldGoodPup]

“I've never done anything like this,” I say.

“I know. Do it for me,” you say.

You come up behind me and give me a gentle hug. You put your hands on my shoulders and gently press me to my knees. You kneel next to me and whispers in my ear, “Go ahead. Do it for me,” your nails gently caressing the nape of my neck.

Your boyfriend is in front of me. I unzip him and gently pull out his shaft and balls. “Kiss them and thank him for providing you this pleasure.” I lean in and gently, but sincerely, kiss each of his large balls. His hardening shaft lifts to bump my cheek.

“Open,” you say and I do. “Place just his tip on the tip of your tongue. Feel its weight.” Mesmerized, I obey. “You know, when you close your mouth, you'll be my cocksucker, don't you?” I nod as I close my mouth on his tip. He swells as I press him to my palate and wrap my tongue around him. You caress my cheek to feel him inside of me.

He tousles my hair. “Good boy,” he says.

“Go ahead,” you say to him. He gently grabs my ears and slowly, but firmly, slides in and out of me. You are now stroking me with your fingernails, the other hand cradling my little balls. “Wait for him,” you whisper as you bring me to the edge. You look up to him, smile and nod. He slides deep into me and he spurts three or four times, filling my mouth.

At that moment, you stop stroking me. Your hand tightens on my balls. “Swallow,” you say, and I ruin my little mess into your hand as I do. You cradle me to your breasts. “Who's my good boy and cocksucker?” you ask as I nuzzle my mess from your hand. “I am, Miss, I am.”