A sequel to The Leather Store.
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I get off his bike and he kills the engine.
He puts his helmet on the seat, takes mine off my head, and slips his leather finger into the ring dangling from the collar.
"Let's go bitch, I'm ready to fuck."
He pulls me to the cabin, up the stairs, and onto the deck. He pushes me against the rail, yanks down the zipper on the shorts under my chaps.
I hear a foil, and soon he's shoving his cock deep in my hole. Good thing I shot some lube up there before I left the house.
He pulls the back of the collar to him and I'm leaning back against his body. His mouth takes my ear lobe in his mouth, driving me wild.
"You feel that Daddy cock deep in my new fuckhole? That's gonna be up there quite a lot tonight."
He wraps his leather glove around the front of my face before I can respond and begins to thrust his hips, pushing himself deeper into me. He pumps a few times, then lets go of my face, pushing my torso over the railing.
He grabs my hips and starts thrusting deeper and deeper, opening up my hole. I feel his breathing getting heavier. He continues his onslaught for a few more minutes. He soon pulls out, rips off the condom and jerks his load all over my ass cheeks and back. He rubs the cum deep into my leather shirt.
He shoves his fingers into my mouth to clean the cum.
He zips up my shorts and himself and pulls me into the cabin. He pushes me into the living room and onto a chair that's sitting in the middle of the room.
He grabs my wrists, pulling my arms over the back of the chair and ties my wrists to the bars under the chair.
He walks around to the front of me, yanks off the codpiece, letting my dripping cock free. He kneels down in front of me, ties my ankles and thighs together with rope, then tying them to the chair.
He wraps rope around my chest, tightening it while leaning over my body.
"I'm going to take a nap bitch. In my age, a good nap or a good cigar always follow a quick fuck. I'm opting for the nap, and I'll have the cigar later. You sit here and behave."
He reaches to the couch and pulls the gag over to my face, "open up bitch. Get that mouth loose to suck me later."
He shoves the dildo gag in my mouth, tightens the strap over my mouth. He smacks my face, chuckles, and falls to the couch behind him.
He sets his boots up on my legs, pushing his sole against my cock, smiles at me and begins to pull his gloves off.
He opens his fly and sets his cock and balls outside it. He throws his gloves at me and they smack me in the face and fall to my lap.
"Fucking perfect bitch. Sit there and stare at my Daddy cock. I got something for your ass later. You're gonna make my dinner, and sit by my feet while I eat, then I'm going to let you play with my balls and cock in that pretty mouth, and before we go to sleep, I will fuck your ass once more. Enjoy this bitch, now, I'm going to rest."
He closes his eyes, and soon, his breathing is heavy and he's out. I struggle against my bindings and I'm tied tightly. I can't go anywhere and his boots are resting on my cock. I try to close my eyes and rest a little, eager for what's in store later.
I'm not able to sleep in this position, and instead, I just watch the clock tick by, listening to his snoring. After about an hour and a half, his phone begins to ring, he wakes up, looks at the screen and answers the call.
"Hey Leon, what's up?"
