The desert ride outside Las Vegas was so enjoyable that we decided to repeat it. Before he returned to our hotel, we phoned the Harley dealer who provided us with the bike and asked if we could keep their bike for another day. We were given the option to keep it for another day, but it was necessary to return it by eight the next morning because they had reserved it for another customer.
Yesterday’s ride was memorable because of the beautiful weather. During our ride, we traversed a two-lane back road that was an alternate truck route that was infrequently used and had railroad tracks that ran parallel to the highway.
I captured photos of Karen in the nude after stopping at an abandoned roadside park. We walked along the railroad tracks for a mile before turning around and returning to the Harley we rented. Karen was still naked, and as we talked, she was very open about her past. It brought me joy to hear that she can never refuse a dare.
As a long, slow-moving freight train approached us, I dared her to cross the tracks and walk between the tracks and the highway, still naked, and meet me at the bike. The challenge was accepted by her.
After the train passed, I discovered Karen lying naked on a couple of moving blankets in one of the flatbed trailers, being gangbanged by several black truckers. I became aware that daring her to do anything I desired could be both enjoyable and maybe even profitable for me.
When we arose the next morning and prepared for our ride, she asked me what I was going to dare her to do today, and I told her I was not sure, but she would enjoy it. Her attire consisted of a black halter top, short stretchy mini skirt, black panties, and biker boots. After breakfast at the hotel’s restaurant, we began our ride.
We opted to take another rarely used highway that was also a truck bypass and passed through a scenic desert. After about four hours, we stopped at a little diner that by the looks of it, and the pictures on the wall, it had to be a hangout for black bikers.
After sitting at a table, we placed our orders for food and beverages. We were the sole diners in the restaurant. Karen was about to use the restroom after eating when she discovered that there was only one, and it was gender-neutral.
I presented her with another challenge. I dared her that while in the bathroom, she should remove her halter and panties and return to the table wearing her vest that was so small and had no buttons that barely covered her breasts and her miniskirt that left nothing to the imagination. To avoid revealing her bare pussy and ass, she had to be cautious when moving.
A group of eight young black bikers sat at a large round table just outside the restroom before she left the restroom. When Karen left the bathroom, her bare breasts were visible, and her pussy was visible underneath her skirt.
She started to pass by the men’s table and stopped after one of the men suggested that her sexy white body was built just right for them to pull a train on her. She took off her vest and skirt, throwing them to me while standing naked in front of the men and expressing her desire to have fun. She admired their vests with their club colors and told the men that it would cost them one of their vests for a collection she had.
Karen returned to our table and told me just what had happened and that she had agreed to let the eight men pull a train on her in exchange for one of their vests with their colors but did not know where she would be doing it. I asked her if this was a good idea and she just said that the worst that could happen was that they pull a train on her and then not furnish her one of their vests This was fewer men for her to service than she did on an average night at the club. We sat at their table after paying our check and joining the men.
The men told us that there was a seldom-used roadside park about a mile from the restaurant and it would be a perfect place for her to earn her colors with the club. They had me lock her clothes in the saddle bags of our bike and had Karen ride to the park while still naked on the back of one of their choppers.
As soon as we reached the park, we parked our bikes in front of one of the picnic tables and Karen stepped off the bike. She reached for the table and lay down on its edge. Spreading her legs wide and holding them high, she gave the men a close-up view of what they were about to abuse. She remained in that position and consented to the men’s pulling a train on her. As a result, every male planted their fertilized seeds deep inside her. When the last man planted his seeds deep inside her, the men helped Karen to stand on top of the table and gave her the vest she had just earned. She slowly turned around on the top of the table as the men’s sperm trickled down the insides of her legs. The men thanked her for an enjoyable afternoon and invited us back the next time we were in town.
When the party was over, Karen got dressed and we headed back to our hotel where Karen showered as I cleaned the bike. We rested for a while before eating a great dinner and headed out for an enjoyable night clubbing.
