Leather Daddy Flag Novels & Stories

As she took the lid off the box, the musky smell of leather hit her nostrils, and she inhaled deeply. "Seriously?" she asked as she moved back the tissue paper. "Just wait until you see it," his grin was contagious and she knew she wore one that matched. She gasped as she finally pulled all the paper back, revealing a bunch of black leather. She wasn't sure if it was a jacket or chaps or what, but her hands shook as ran her fingers over the smooth material. "Pick it up and get a good look at it," he instructed her. What she thought was a leather jacket was actually a cut. It had her name stitched into it and below it sat a property patch. She sat it down on her thigh and ran her hand over th

There was going to be a large crowd, and I didn’t know whether I would fit in, but I had to be there. “You’ll be fine,” Lee said, giving me a reassuring smile. I started walking again until I got to the stairs and then I saw people randomly littered around the house. “This way, ma’am.” Lee said, and I followed her until we got to a hall, which had a large flag of the Red Mafia hoisted in the center of the room, and on the walls were portraits of the past mafia king’s. A lot of symbols filled the room, ranging from daggers to guns.

“No I was too young. Even now as an adult I haven’t . The flag was something I saw in his house and I just always thought it was cool looking. The flames around the motorbike and the Devils’ Pitchfork behind that. The gold background is eye catching.” “Had you read what your Uncle wrote, you would have known the Sons of Hellfire targeted this company. They kidnapped three of us and my husband to hold hostage,” Raija explains. “This flag in our games is highly inappropriate and we can’t allow you to think this is okay. I don’t care how cool you thought it was.” Dennis looks apologetic. “I am very sorry. I didn’t realize all the factors. I really just thought it was something to put

His rage knew no bounds. "Now, it's time you Walkers have a taste of my wrath!" Liam bellowed. Calum was holding a black rectangular box that was decorated in gold. A flag that was also in black and gold was lying on top of the box. That was the Pendragon Warriors' battle flag. A few of them marched toward Liam under the watchful eyes of the crowd. Once the flag was lifted, a battle robe was revealed inside the box. Joseph picked up the robe with both his hands and marched toward Liam. Then, he respectfully draped the robe over Liam's shoulders.

It was time to set out for the place. We drove back into town in silence, and no one breathed a word to anyone. Driving through town, we began to see some changes. There were weird flags raised and banners with Tomas' picture and the flag. The flag was also ugly. It had a white five-point upside on the star on red and black stripes. It was hideous, but it also meant a new order was in town. They did not waste time staking their claim. The more we moved through the city, the more determined I was to end the bastard. With him dead, these bastards would have to leave because Luca had not officially handed authority over to Tomas.

"Not bad. Lean build, but that ass... yeah, it'll do. But you need a uniform. Can't have my new toy looking like street trash." From a sleek drawer in the nightstand, he pulled it out... a tight crop shirt, white cotton that barely skimmed my pecs, bold black letters screaming, "Daddy's Little Slut" across the front in jagged font. Below it, a black leather speedo thong, so snug it looked painted on, the material creaking as I stepped into it.

Shroud was done up in Gestapo leathers. He wore a small enamel American flag on one lapel of the leather coat and a swastika on the other. Shroud was sometimes referred to as Old Skin n’ Bones by the other stiffs. A strong wind could take him out. But he thought nothing of slapping a random stiff with a night in the Dungeon on Level 85, like an unexpected bed check. He always let you know he was there. Now he tapped the black riding crop against the top of his black leather boots.

“WWAAHHHH!!!….....” Accompanying my debut to the crowd that were gathered in the plaza, was booming chants and clapping hands. Some were seen even waving their small Aeternum Flag in their hands, the proud red and white with sword, shield and 6 stars circling the it, that was the Aeternum official flags. The one from my car were only, Me, Alfred and Alure, yes I brought Alure Johnson to the trial, after all she was my official secretary, although she was still new to her job.

About who owned her pleasure. "Not yet." I pulled my fingers out completely, ignoring her cry of frustration. "We're moving." I scooped her up, carrying her to the pile of blankets we'd been using as a bed. Her dress was still bunched around her waist, her breasts bare and marked with red patches from my mouth. I laid her down and stood over her, drinking in the sight. "Spread your legs. Show Daddy that pretty pussy." She obeyed, her thighs falling open to reveal her glistening sex. Her outer lips were flushed pink and swollen, her clit a tight bud peeking from beneath its hood.

I stared at the building, my eyes following the big black flag hanging from the very top with what was the clan banner embroidered on it. It was the embroidery of fangs with two crossed swords and a feral eagle head in the middle, cool and terrifying. After standing there for some time, my legs itched to move but not back into the carriage, they itched to move away from the carriage and into town. And I let my legs lead me against my own will with puppy Orian threading behind me as thrilled as ever.