The grandfather clock in the hotel lobby struck six o'clock just as I exited the elevator. Standing there at the check-in desk was George. I decided that it was now or never. Pretending to not have noticed him, I walked over to one of the other clerk's that I knew.

"Hello Mrs. Warner," Maria said. Out of the corner of my eye I saw George look my way. "I plan to go out and be gone all night, Maria," I said. "If anyone should call just take a message. If Mr. Warner calls, tell him that he can start contacting my lawyer from now on." Maria's eyes widened at the mention of "Mr. Warner". "Uhh," she stammered, "he's standing right there."

I turned around to face George. Before walking away, I smiled at him and then casually said, "I assume that you heard what I said, so there should be no need to repeat it. That is unless you are as dumb as the little bimbo that I saw you shopping with earlier today, then I might need to repeat it to you several times." George was taken back. For the first time in all the years I had known him, he was speechless.

I knew that George would be able to find my car too easily, so I hailed a cab. Fifteen minutes later, I arrived at the bar. By now it was going on 6:30 pm. John's bike, along with several others, was parked right in front of the bar again. Once again he and his buddies were outside talking. Right away John saw me sitting inside the cab. As I paid the driver, he walked over and opened the door for me. "Thank you, sir," I said as he held his hand out for me to take. "Hey," he said, "I may be a biker and a bad ass, but I can be a gentleman too."

Again John was dressed in blue jeans with his black leather riding chaps over them. He didn't have on a shirt, unless you count his black leather riding vest with Harley Davidson sewn on the back. From the way his well chiseled, bare chest looked, I would have guess that he was proudly wearing one that was a size too small. Again his long brownish black hair was braided, but tonight the bandana was red instead of blue. Last night I was too interrested in getting laid too notice that his eyes were hazel or that he was clean shaven with the exception of his mustach that trailed down next to the corner's of his mouth to a small beard on his chin.

Before going in, John introduced me to all of his buddies. Every one of them was smiling and smirking. I knew they all recongized me from last night and I knew what was going through their heads, but I didn't care. Just the idea of what they thought about me was getting me horny.

"You look nice tonight," John said. "Not that you didn't last night. You just fit in a little better tonight with your jeans and shirt." I knew what he was meaning and thanked him. I did feel more comfortable tonight than I did last night in my sexy dress.

John took me inside and we order some steaks from the bar's grill. As the waitress walked away, a huge grin spread acrosse his face. "So, what brings you back here? As if I really needed to ask." I expained to him about George and everything that had happened.

"So...," he said, the same grin on his face, "I'm just a little weekend fling to get back at the old man with, huh?" Leaning across the table to me he continued. "That's alright, Vanessa, because I'll fuck you as much as you want, anywhere you want. I'll fuck you in front of him, just so he can learn how to properly fuck a woman. I'd be willing to bet that last night was the best fucking you'd ever had." I blushed and looked down. "I knew it," he declared as he slapped the table and sat back in the chair. "Just wait, Vanessa, I'll give you another fucking like you've never had tonight."

After we ate and had a few drinks, John and I danced to a few slow songs. John would rub my ass and back as we danced and soon my panties, and blue jeans, were soaked. Around ten o'clock, I suggested that we go back to my hotel. Whispering in his ear I said, "I bought a little surprise for you today." "MMM," he moaned into mine. John paid our tab and then we headed off on his bike. I loved the way it vibrated between my legs, which only increased my horniness.

My parking space in the hotel's indoor parking garage was big enough for my car and his bike, so I had him park there. I had secretly hoped that if George was too come by, he would see the bike there. "I guess it's now my turn to feel out of place, huh," he said as we walked through the deserted lobby. Checking with the desk clerk, I wasn't too surprised to find that George had left several more messages. No one was in the elevator as we rode up to the penthouse floor. My room was one of the four that was reserved for VIP guest. John and I passionatley kissed and rubbed our hands all over each other, only stopping long enough to get off the elevator and enter my room.

"Whewwww," John whistled as we enter the huge living room. "This one room is as big as my entire apartment." Laughing, I said, "Make yourself comfortable. I'm going to change into your surprise." "MMM," he moaned, "I like the sound of that."

It didn't take me long to change into the black lace courset/teddy with matching stockings that I had bought earlier. You've seen the kind in movies. The top of it is like a strapless bra that supports the tits with the body part nicely hugging my already shapely body. Two little straps connected the teddy and strokings together. I topped it off with a pair of black one inch high heels. Just to get my hair off my neck, I pulled it up in a black clip that would easily open when pinched. I lower the bedroom lights to a romantic setting before stepping out into the living room.

I had to smiled when I found John thumbing through the TV channels with the remote. He had pulled his boots and socks off and had his feet propped up on the coffe table. His leather chaps laid next to them on the floor. I could just imagine him sitting in his own apartment doing this very thing. I cleared my throat to get his attention. Turning the TV off, he turned to look at me.

"DAMN! What a fine piece of ass!"

"I take it that you like your surprise then?"

"If getting an instant hard on means 'yes', then hell yeah, baby."

I curled and uncurled my index finger at him, coaxing him into the bedroom. John quickly followed, turning the living room light off as he entered the bedroom. Even with my high heels on, he still had to bend down to kiss me. Our hands rubbed each others back and ass as we passionately kissed. With our mouths open wide, our tongues savagely twirled around each other. My hands moved to his chest, rubbing it. I pushed his leather vest off and let it fall to the ground. "MMM," I moaned as I again rubbed his chest. I didn't just want him; I NEEDED HIM!

My hands now moved to his jeans. We continued to kiss as I undone his belt. In one hard pull I opened his button fly jeans. His hard cock was forcing a tent in his tight underwear. Breaking away, I kissed my way down his chest and stomach, kneeling as I went. Once on my knees, I pulled John's pants and underwear off. He stepped out them and kicked them aside. Taking his thick nine inches into my mouth, I slowly sucked him, moaning as I did.

"Oh damn, Vanessa," he moaned, "your mouth feels better tonight than it did last night. Yeah, baby, take your time."

John released my hair from the clip and tossed it aside before resting his hands on the back of my head, moving them with my rhthem. Continueing to slowly suck, I looked up at him with my blue eyes. His head was tilted back as he moaned and hissed. I continued for several minutes until it was he that pulled me off of him.

"Get on the bed, bitch," he softly demanded. Again, his calling me a bitch turned me and I eagerly obeyed. I wiggled my ass for him as I walked to the bed. I then crawled on all fours to the head of the bed, allowing him a good view of it as I did. "MMM," he moaned as I laid down and spread my legs wide for him. Staring at my shaved pussy, he said, "You're gonna get it nice and slow tonight, bitch." I rubbed my clit with one hand and my ample tits with the other. "Bring it on, asshole," I cooed.

John crawled onto the bed and hovered above me. After kissing me passionately, he then kissed his way down my neck, stopping at my breasts. I moaned as he sucked and licked at the right one as his hand massaged my left one. I ran my hands through his hair and cooed, "Oh, John." He then made his way to the left one and gave it the same attention. Again I cooed his name. I came as his tongue flicked at my hardened nipples, moving back and forth from one to the other.

John then kissed his way down my stomach to my wanting hole. His tongue began an assault on my swollen clit, causing me to buck and moan as he did. I placed my hands next to my head and grabbed the pillow behind it as his tongue was accompained by his finger moving in and out of me. I came harder than ever this time. I don't know how long he did this or how many orgaisms I had, I just knew that it felt damn good.

John then kissed his way back up my stomach. Holding himself up with his arms, he looked deeply into my blue eyes with his hazel ones as his cock entered me. I moaned and arched my back as he entered me. My pussy still hadn't recovering from the "abuse" that it took last night. "Oh John. John," I cooed. He slowly moved in and out of me, making sure to take his sweet time in pleasuring me. His pelvis slowly made circles as he continued to move in and out me. "Oh fuck, John," I wimpered, "Oh damn does that feel good."

After getting the response he wanted, he raised his chest up higher and pushed in a little harder, hitting my G-spot even better. "Oh fuck," I screamed. With his pace a little faster, he rubbed his cock against me. It didn't take long for me loose control of myself. The more I bucked, the more I worked in rhythem with him and soon I was having one hell of an orgaism. John had barely worked up a sweet, but it was pouring out of me.

Sitting up on his knees, John pulled my hips close to him, causing my them to rise up off the bed while the rest of me laid on it. Again he done his circle move. "OH SHIT, JOHN," I screamed. I didn't think it was possible, but this position was even better.

"You like it don't you, bitch? Yeah, I'm gonna make you my regular weekend special. Would you like that, huh? You want Big Bad John to fuck you real good ever weekend?"

"OH FUCK YES!," I screamed.

John continued in this position until I had his cock well soaked with my pussy juices. Pulling out, he didn't even stop long enough for me to catch my breath. "Ride me, bitch," he demanded. "Ride me like there's no tomorrow." I straddled his massive cock and pushed myself all the way down onto it, moaning with pleasure as I did. I felt as if I was being restretched to his massive size. My rhythem increased, causing my tits to bounce wildly. "Oh, fuck yeah, Vanessa," he hissed, "ride me baby, ride me." Placing my hands on his chiseled chest, I rode him fast and hard until I couldn't take any more. "Now you're gonna get it rough, bitch," he said. "Now you're gonna know what it's like to be a biker's bitch."

Rolling me off of him, I collapsed onto the bed. Getting on his knees, John grabbed my hips and roughly pulled me to him. Lifting my hips up, he rammed himself into me. "OH FUCK," I screamed as he pounded away at me. I finally found enough strenth to raise my upper body up with my arms so that I was now on all fours.

"You like it, don't you, bitch?"

"Yes," I gasped as kept up the assault on my cunt.

John grabbed my shoulder with one hand. With the other hand he grabbed a handful of my long brown hair and pulled it hard. My head instantly went back. I could see an intense crazed look in his eyes as he fuck me. "You dirty little bitch," he said, slamming his cock hard into me. All I could do was was scream "Yeah!" and "Aaahhh!" over and over as he fucked me.

Releasing both grips on me, he bent over me, placing his fists on the bed next to my hands. Whispering into my ears, he said, "I'm gonna cum all in that pretty little cunt of yours again, bitch. I'm gonna cum in you and you're gonna fucking love it." I wasn't worried about getting pregrant because before George and I married I had had to have both of my ovaries removed and was unable to have children. Knowing this, I screamed, "Do it, you fucking asshole! Fill me with your cum!"

John fucked me hard and good. I caught a sideways glimps of us in the mirror. We looked like to dogs fucking. A few more strokes and I felt him explode deep in me as we came together. In the mirror I watched as John done a little humping move before completely stopping.

"Oh fuck, John," I moaned, "dont' pull out."

With him still in me, we laid on our side. He cuddled and kissed me for a long time. This was the position we woke up in. It wasn't until we ordered room service for breakfast did he think to ask me how much money I had.

"About a mill in US banks, the same in the different off shore accounts I have, and I don't even have a clue as too how much in stocks and bonds."

I thought he was going to fall out of his chair. "You mean to tell me that I fuck a multimillion dollar woman two nights in a row," he asked. "Yeah," I answered, smiling across the table at him. "Damn," he said in amazement.

Three months later, my divorce to George was finalized. I bet your thinking that John and I married, right?! Wrong. I still live in my world and he in his. We do still get together though and fuck like crazy. I visit the Biker's Haven bar when ever I feel like being "a dirty little bitch". I never did remarry, but I'm sure having one hell of a time playing the field. Oh, and George. After the divorce he started embezzleing from the company he worked for. He's now serving time in prison. Ha! Ha! I hear he's now playing bitch to someone else.

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