Sometimes I just need a road trip by myself. There’s something so exciting about pulling over and getting a room at a side of the road motel. You just never know what to expect.
I checked in late and nothing seemed to be open for dinner and drinks but a run down bar next to the motel. Why not? I always look for something different on my road trips. I do have a thing for bikers.
The bar seemed pretty lively for a week night. Lots of bikers, cowboys, and sexy women, just my sort of crowd. I played pool and danced with some of the ladies. A sexy brunette and I were getting very close when this man would not leave us alone. Not fucking again! Why can’t some men just take a hint.
We went to the ladies room and he said he would get us more drinks. I asked her if she wanted to take him back to my motel room and have some fun with him.
We had our drinks and invited him to go some place quiet with us. He was acting like such a fucking pig, as though he was the only man alive with a hard cock. Please, fucker!
We smoked a bit and drank even more. He was pretty fucked up, slurring words and being annoying.
He finally passed out. My new friend helped me undress him and restrain him to the old, worn out bed. When he came to, we were naked and kissing each other. He mentioned something about it now being a party. Maybe not for you though!
The look in his eyes when he saw my scalpel. He began to beg for his life. I have no idea why he assumed we would kill him. I just wanted to rid him of the huge, hairy balls of his.
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Written By: Brianna
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