Two Weeks After The New Year's Party - Sex Stories

Two Weeks After The New Year's Party

... before Henry and started cooking up a storm in the kitchen. I made a beef Spanish casserole, homemade apple pie, and cream, and some Spanish tapas to start with, along with wine that I got from the supermarket. After my encounter with the lady in the shop, I was very excited as I put on my dress and my sexy undies and slipped in my butt plug. I did my makeup as Henry walked into the house.

“Honey, I’m home. Something smells very nice,” he shouted as he put a large, heavy suitcase into the backroom.

“Henry, you’re home.” I ran and kissed him deeply.

“That was nice, Sammy. Worth coming home through all that snow for.”

“Are Alan and Tom coming tonight?”

“Yes. They confirmed with me this evening.”

I went into the kitchen to get dinner ready for the table and Henry brought us two very large gin and tonics. The wine was opened and the chilled sherry readied for the starters. There was a knock at the door that Henry answered. The snow was falling hard and thick, and two very cold older gentlemen stood at our door.

“Tom, Alan. Come in, please.”

“Where is the young lady, Henry?”

“Cooking up a storm in the kitchen. Sammy, come and meet my friends.”

I walked out of the kitchen.

“Here she is, lads,” Henry said. “Samantha, this is Alan and Tom.” Both men were the same age as Henry.

Alan offered me flowers. “Hello, Samantha dear. Flowers for a beautiful young lady. I am Alan.”

Tom, a large black African, held out a bottle of champagne. “And I am Tom. ...

... Champagne for you, Samantha.”

“Thank you both, gentlemen,” I said. “I am so pleased to meet some of Henry's friends.”

“We’re only too pleased to meet you,” Alan said. “We’ve heard so much about you over the last few weeks.”

“Never worry,” Tom said. “All of it good, my dear.”

While I finished getting dinner ready, they had a few drinks as they got warm.

“Dinner is served, gentlemen,” I said.

Dinner flew past, then I slipped away as the guys washed up and put everything away. I went to my room put my collar on and clipped my leash, ready to get on to the sexual activities of the rest of the evening. I returned to the living room as the guys sat drinking their drinks.

“There you are, baby girl, said Henry. I sat at his feet showing off my collar of ownership with the words “Daddy’s girl” sparkling for all to see.

Henry kept talking about how he had won my heart as he stroked my hair.

Tom looked at me. “What a beautiful collar you have on, baby girl. Did Daddy give you that?”

I nodded.

Henry offered Tom my leash. “Stand up, baby girl. Show us all how you look.”

Tom took my leash.”Open your mouth, baby girl.” He folded my leather leash twice and inserted it into my mouth. “Hold it there. That's a good girl.” He slowly unzipped and buttoned my dress, letting it fall to the floor. I stepped out of my dress with my legs wide.

Tom took my leash from my mouth. “Hands behind your back please, baby girl.” He tightly bound my wrists with my leash, so ...