Bicurious Cock Sucker Glory Hole Date

“I didn’t know you were a bicurious cock sucker!”

The words flew out of my mouth so quickly that I didn’t have the chance to stop myself. It had been months since Donnie and I had seen one another. Our break-up was mutual and simple but we did not remain close after calling it quits. Out of the blue last week Donnie sends me this cryptic text asking if I had time to talk after work. Worried that something may have happened to one of his family members, I called him the moment I signed off. I was relieved to hear his voice and to not detect any sadness, although Donnie was a touch nervous sounding. The way he is sounding reminds me of the night we decided to split. I caught him sniffing dirty panties in the communal laundry room of our apartment building one too many times. As much as I loved him dearly, he friend-zoned himself with that one and it was better for us both to move on. I can sense Donnie trying to dance around the subject and the reason for requesting my call. “I’m a bicurious cock sucker, Lana. You’re the only person I knew I could tell.”

I immediately start giggling – Donnie is a bicurious cock sucker.

It’s important to me that I support members of the LGBTQ+ whenever possible. Also, I kinda want to get back at him for embarrassing me in the laundry room that day. The image of him face down in another chick’s panties had been burned in my memory. I knew he was a little helpless freak that couldn’t control himself but the Domme Mommy in me came out strong. It’s not so much that I craved payback as much as I just wanted to replace the last mental image I have of him with something new. Something of my own devious design. “Well Donnie, I suppose a bicurious cock sucker would be interested in taking a trip down to the glory hole with me tonight?”

We agreed to meet up around 8 pm at the dirtiest glory hole in the entire city. It was located off of I-20 on the west side of town, close to all the full service massage parlors and by-the-hour motels. I picked up some liquid courage, poppers, and a small sack of nose candy. While I was picking up some lube at the XXX movie store adjacent to the glory hole, I noticed they had an adult community bulletin board. So, I pulled a pen out of my purse. Some free advertising is always great so I wrote, “Are you bicurious cock sucker? – Call 888-270-7778 for a good time!” on a post-it and pinned it to the cork.

Donnie was taking forever as usual.

But meanwhile, I was lining up his dates. I always notice how Donnie looks at sexy black men and so I took the wild guess that BBC might be his type. This level of control is making my clit throb and my pussy wet. Donnie finally shows up wearing a baseball hat and dark sunglasses as if he is a Hollywood actor trying to throw off the paparazzi. I pull back the curtain to let him into the glory hole and when he sees what I have planned for him Donnie falls to his knees. All 3 walls have long and meaty big black cocks that are hard and ready for a bicurious cock sucker.

We didn’t end there though but you’ll have to ring me up to hear all about the rest of our night!

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