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Biker Boys Replacement Chapter 2

It's now Friday afternoon and I am in the shower. The hot water is running over my naked body as I soap myself thoroughly. I pause for a moment as I soap between my cheeks before pushing a couple of soapy fingers inside my tight hole. I gasp, it's the first time anything has entered me this way and the feeling makes my heart beat faster. I climb out and dry myself before shaving. Looking down I smile as I reach for a pair of scissors and trim myself wanting to look my absolute best. I've never made this much effort for any of my girlfriends I muse. I keep checking the time not wanting to be late and finally step out of the bathroom into my suite after hanging up the towel.

The suite is high up with great views over the city. I look over at the bottle of champagne cooling in the ice bucket with another bottle chilling in the mini bar. Not exactly what was asked for but there are a couple of bottles of Chablis in the mini bar and there's also room service. I nervously pace waiting for a knock on the door. Will she come I wonder, that element of doubt creeping into my mind as I wait. I slowly stroke my cock as I remember the other night but snap back immediately as I hear the soft knock on the door.

I cross the room quickly and kneel, my hand on the doorknob. My eyes quickly scan the room to make sure everything is in place before opening the door, eyes down. I see my mistress's boots step across the threshold. Black calf length with 4 INS spiked heels. The door closes quietly and she steps towards me. Her fingers caress my cheek before curing under my chin and raising my face. My eyes run up along her stocking'd thighs that disappear under her trench coat, which is pulled tightly around her and up to her smouldering eyes and soft painted lips. She bends down and gently kisses my lips.

"Good you listened and have done well. Now pour me a glass of champagne."

She removes her coat to reveal a short fitted low cut black dress, the hem of the dress high enough to reveal her long luscious legs and stocking tops. I pop the cork and hand her a glass of champagne. She sinks into the leather armchair and motions for me to stand before her. Lighting a cigarette she asks me to turn slowly so she can get a good look before motioning for me to sit at her feet.

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