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Biker Babe

tranny phone sex zettaWalking into the dark bar I had mixed feelings. Surrounded by men dressed in leather, there was more testosterone in the room than I have ever experienced. It was exciting and yet I was shaking with fear not knowing how they would react when they realized my secret.
But a bet is a bet and I lost, which is how I found myself here, in a biker bar, on a Friday night.
I walked up to the bar and ordered a drink well aware that all eyes were on me. The stares were searing and intense.
I downed four shots one right after the other before I got up enough nerve to complete my task.
Walking over to the pool table I picked up a stick and leaned over to rack the balls in my short skirt with no panties.
My dick and balls clearly visible to everyone there.
I took a deep breath, stood up and walked straight into the men’s room.
It didn’t take long for the bikers to begin filling in.
I was either going to get beat to a pulp or gang banged.
I was hopeing for the second when I felt his big hands on me as he shoved me to the floor and took his dick out.
It was sweaty and dirty and smelled of piss. Shoving it in my mouth I gagged and puked to the sound of their laughter.
I lost count of the number of dicks that filled my mouth and ass.
As I lost consciousness I wondered if I would have rather been beaten.


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