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.
