Male Sex Slave on the Isle of Man TT

Male Sex Slave Riding a Triumph & ME on Sloane’s Sexy Sojourns

 

 

Sloane’s Sexy Sojourns gains a male sex slave this week at the famous motorcycle TT festival. We meet a brooding, but oddly deep biker boy named Olle McLaren on the Isle of Man. Predictably, preferring to be a loner in black, he avoids attachments, despite his introverted-intrinsic worship of women. Tough luck, because he has to get close to me now since I am his new partner.

Sadly, I don’t think he liked that I entered and won the competition to be his TT sidecar partner until the end of the day. Sure, it was only an exhibition race, but it was timed and filled with locals and press. Now feeling exhausted, I didn’t overthink it. Today was basically spent being his slave. I even did repairs too, when I was only there for a charity ride-along. And we came in first! Confident that I more than did my part, I was ready for some well-earned appreciation from this moody moto Irishman.

Triumphant Manx Bent Over a Triumph

This sexy mistress showered and put on a family kilted skirt, comfy Doc Martens, and tight white and red NY Dolls band t-shirt. My black balconette bra was visibly peeking out through the purposeful cutouts. Dusk fell and I made my way to the food tent. Shockingly, Olle started off checking me out, then paused and rolled his eyes. I said what is it? He wanted to know why everyone here was asking if he was my boyfriend or husband. He barked that biker guys are flipping up privacy visors just to ask me face-to-face if you’re mine. Sloane, we need to talk.

Ominously, we walked off to “talk”. It has been a life-changing day and Olle’s been a huge part of it. Rationally, it’s hard not to get attached to him, even if you know it is unrequited. Only a minute later we approached a little garage off the road. There is a Triumph Thruxton parked in front of the door. An old rusted and weathered door gave a fight with the lock. Bent over the bike, I rest my head in my hands and wag my ass behind me. Leering at him fingering that lock, I licked my lips and thought he’d be a great male sex slave with those skills! Upon reaching the apex of my daydreamed erotic encounters with Olle the door gives way. I adjust myself while Olle watches me.

Male Sex Slave on the Isle of Man

Soon after, my biker boy came over and patted my perky round ass leaning over that Thruxton. I moaned and purred as he patted harder and harder and lifted my ass to meet his meaty palm. Coyly laughing, he told me I am like a local Manx cat; curvy, playful, and engaging. but up to no good. Begrudgingly, he stepped away and pulled the bike into the garage. Unexpectedly, he covered and ushered me in with him and closed the door.

Smacking him playfully, I said look at my partner here copping a free feel. Olle smacked his lips and shook his head. He said the way that skirt flew up, I’d think you’d prefer that I was the only one who saw my partner’s black lace panties. Sorry, was that mansplaining? Winking at me, the Irishman booped my nose. Don’t worry, you look like a nice dirty lace lass he said, grinning ear to ear like he just won an Algonquin Roundtable wit award.

Luck of the Irish & His Amuse Bouche

Winced and pursed my juicy red lips, I was staring at my imaginary Irish male sex slave and intrinsically knowing that he needed to be taken down a peg. Slowly, I stepped closer and cocked my eyebrow up, crossed my arms, and audibly play-growled at him for a few seconds. Soon I was shimmying closer to his neck. I eagerly nestled his neck but didn’t touch it.

Grinning, I saw him shift the weight on his legs and adjust his zipper. Playfully, I waived a finger at his lips. Confidently, I pointed out, but, how boring are panties if they are only for the wearer to see? Impulsively, I bent over and flashed him my black lace-covered butt. Purring like a naturally aspirated V-12 supercar; I got low and rode up next to his earlobes to purr.

 

Enjoy more of Sloane’s Sexy Sojourns, until the Isle of Man part two drops next week! Do you want your very own Marisa Tomei, My Cousin Vinny experience? Call me today and I will rub and repair that engine to get you humming!

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