I was somewhere in the Midwest on a photo shoot, and I had just turned 21. after I arrived at the motel. I made the decision to get a drink because I was tired but not enough to sleep. After all, it was only eight, and there was a little bar. After taking a shower, I styled my hair, changed into a tank top and jeans shorts, and left. I questioned the man at the front desk whether that was the only bar in the area as I was leaving. “Yes, but it’s more of a dive and bar for bikers.” I assured him that I was capable of taking care of myself and that I could be nasty if necessary. As I stepped out the door, he grinned. What I didn’t expect was that I would find the best dirty phone sex partner that I could have dreamed of for a country slut like me.
The dingy hotel I was staying at was less than a block away from the pub. I reasoned that the bar couldn’t be that horrible because the hotel didn’t charge by the hour. In addition, I was eager to grab a beer and chat with some of the locals. I made the decision to make my presence known because I would be in town for a few weeks. Motorcycles were lined up in front of the pub. It was empty when I walked in, save for two other individuals at the bar and a couple bikers seated at a table.
Harry, a man, came up to me. For me, that was it. The feelings I was experiencing were irresistible. I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him because he aroused me on so strongly. There, in public, I wanted to have sex with him. He gave me the strongest kiss I’ve ever received. “Wanna have some fun?” Harry asked, donning his sunglasses. He rode off when we got off his motorcycle and left the pub. He led me to a stunning overlook where we had a full view of the city. I felt him wrap his arms around me while I was enjoying the scenery. Harry pulled me around and grabbed me up, kissing my neck abruptly.
“Let me take you for a ride,” Harry replied, putting my shorts aside and sticking his hand inside my cunt. I let out a surprised moan when he elevated my ass with that one hand and put pressure on my clit. He expertly inserted one of his fingers into my pussy. Just as I was about to have my first orgasm, a car passed us. I didn’t give a damn. I was grinding him while experiencing intense pleasure and could feel his large, firm cock through his trousers. After removing his enormous, firm cock and unbuttoning his fly, Harry raised me and put me on it.
I rode his thick cock passionately, acting as though nothing else mattered. Cars were passing us, but they weren’t there. As we fucked and engaged in dirty phone sex, we were the only two individuals in the entire globe. After we reunited, he drove me back to my hotel, gave me a kiss, and drove off. During my three weeks there, I met him a couple more times and had sex in public each time before returning home. Every time I think of that old biker, I touch myself, even though I never saw him again. Do you want to have the best dirty phone sex of your life? call 1 888 8 FREAKY and ask for Paisley!
