After 20 years of marriage and a messy divorce I recently decided to venture into the market again. At the age of 47 I was often told I looked 10 years younger. I have always kept myself in decent shape and, being married fairly young had never really explored other women like most guys my age. I was excited to play the field and found out very quickly it was actually really easy to 'get laid' these days.
I quick look on dating sites took me to rather more adventurous sites advertising women (and men) looking for sex...no strings attached!
After browsing for almost an hour I was amazed to see just how easy it was to hook up with someone but the advert that caught my eye was a female couple looking for a sex slave to share in some 'BDSM sex play' all that was required was an open mind and the ability to have fun...sign me up! It didn't hurt that the ladies in the profile were pretty tasty, assuming of course the photos were real and not fake.
I messaged them and to my surprise they messaged back almost immediately. Within a few minutes we were texting back and forth. They said they lived together as a lesbian couple, but both were essentially Bi-sexual and often craved some 'male action' but always insisted on having fun together. They were clear that for them nothing was off limits, and they expected any consenting partner to feel the same. I told them I was definitely up for just about anything and would always aim to satisfy any partner/s. I did drop in the fact that I was lucky enough to be pretty well hung and I clarified that meant I was a full 8 inches erect. Both of their eyes lit up and I new the deal was sealed.
We agreed to meet up that weekend and they gave me their address which turned out to be only a little over 5 miles away. I was surprised when I pulled up to find a small, converted farmhouse surrounded by fields. At the end of the property was an extension where I suspected the stable would have been originally. Not what I was expecting!
I rang the bell with a mixture of excitement and nerves and after a few minutes I heard footsteps and the door opened. Exactly like her profile photo Millie introduced herself and invited me in. She looked around 30-35 and was dressed in a black and white checked shirt and tight-fitting blue jean with no shoes or socks. Her hair a mousy brown, tied back in a ponytail to reveal a slightly chubby but attractive face with large brown eyes and a devious smile. She was shorter than me, but then most people are given that I'm a tad over 6'2". I reckon she was maybe 5'6" with a typical hour-glass figure and fairly substantial bosom hidden by the baggy shirt.
I watched the wiggle of her ass as she led me through to a rather large country style lounge where her partner was sitting sipping a glass of red wine. Tracey stood up and gave me a kiss on the cheek. Inviting me to sit down she offered a drink, and I gladly accepted a bottle of beer. Tracey was, on first impression a little shorter than Millie, probably around 5'3" and a little older, maybe closer to 40 but she was also pretty well-toned. She was wearing a pair of 3/4 length collates and some sort of sports top which revealed a very small and firm 26-inch waist. Her breasts looked nicely proportioned to her frame from first impression and her short blonde hair and blue eyes gave here the look of someone much younger again. Her right ear was pierce with several earrings and both her arms were adorned with tattoos of various flowers. I could feel my trousers stiffen and I hadn't been in the door 10 minutes!
We spent the next 30 mins getting to know each other and I explained I had been married most of my adult like and wanted to experience more. They exchanged a cheeky glance and commented that they loved the idea that I was essentially a BDSM virgin, and this was a whole new experience to me. The enquired as to whether I minded being used and abused as their personal sex slave for the evening, to which I readily agreed.
As we finished our drinks Tracey said that the first order of play was to get comfortable with each other and they felt the best way to do that before getting down and dirty was to strip and shower together. That way we could explore each other initially before heading through to the 'Play Room' as they called it. I was to discover shortly that they had created a completely separate sex room separate from their living area for the secret desires. The old stable building I have noticed earlier had, I discovered, been converted as an annex to the main building. In between the two was a large, fully modernised wet room equipped with hers and hers wash hand basins, a bidet and rainfall power shower in one corner with more controls than a Boeing cock pit.
We all stripped in a small changing area just outside the wet room and I was led by both hands towards the shower. Naked, both of them were stunning in their individual ways. Tracey had a firm, tight body as I expected with 'C' cup breasts and a well-toned ass to boot. A number of tattoo's covered her thighs and left shoulder, and I noticed small silver nipple bars through both nipples. Millie was curvy, but in all the right places. Her ass had more to grab on to, but her breasts gave everything proportion and looked a comfortable 36D. Millie boasted a small strip of dark pubic hair between her thighs whilst Tracy opted for a completely shaven look.
Both were admiring my own physique, and I noticed their eyes being drawn towards my ever-increasing erection. As the shower started, Millie placed one had around my neck and pulled her mouth to mine, kissing me passionately, her huge breasts pressed firmly against me as our tongues fought for control. I slid my right hand upwards, caressing a supple, soapy breast before reaching down and around with both hands to feel her slightly plump ass. Suddenly I could feel Millie behind me, and I found myself sandwiched between them. I could feel her small firm breasts pressed into my back and then her small hand wrapped itself around my fully erect cock. Her fingers didn't quite meet, such was her tiny limbs, but she took great pleasure in applying lathers of soap to my shaft and a balls before sliding her hand between my ass cheeks and fingering my ass.
I was in ecstasy. Millie pulled away from our embrace only to be replaced by Tracey who immediately jumped up and wrapped her lithe legs around my waist. She weighed practically nothing, maybe 90lbs at most and I held her there, my hands firmly grabbing her tight well-toned ass. As we, in turn kissed I noticed she also sported a tongue stud which made for interesting tongue play and then I felt Millie's soft lips close over my cock. To my astonishment she almost completely deep-throated me to the point where I could actually feel her tongue on the base of my balls. She started sucking and licking, all the while her lover hanging on to me in a wild embrace.
Just before I thought I was going to lose any sort of control, both of them stepped away, almost as if they had some pre-arranged signal, and led through a narrow door to the 'Playroom'. As I hinted to before, the room had previously been a small stable but was now adorned with all manner of sex toys, instruments, and devices. To my right was what looked like a medieval wooden head stock, the kind of thing a criminal would be locked into with head through the middle and wrists through either side. The difference was this thing was completely upholstered in white leather, clearly custom made. On table behind it was all different dildos, glass, rubber, strap-on and so forth and the sizes ranged from 8/9 inches to over 12 inches which some has wide as my forearm.
To my left was a motorised machine with a huge dildo already attached to it, designed to pump back and forth and various speeds whilst the eager recipient bends over and enjoys the benefits, so to speak. There were sex swings, all manner of leather costumes in different colours and various vibrators. I had seen many of these things in porn movies but never in real life. As I stood in somewhat awe of the place, I noticed each sex device had a number either on it or beside it. My bemusement was apparent to both the girls and Millie was the one to explain.
'
We like to enjoy sex as a game'
she said,
'hence the name Playroom, each instrument of sex has a number between 1 and 24 and each time we play we roll 2 dice and agree to use whatever device the number lands on for as long as it takes to completely satisfy us all. You are our guest, so you get to roll the dice'.
Picking up 2 dice from a small shelf just inside the door she handed them to me and after a quick shake and flick of the wrist I let them roll...11! I looked around eager to see where the fun was to happen and there it was, the first thing I noticed when I entered, the white leather stocks. As we walked over, I noticed that on the floor just behind it were white leather leg shackles on short chain, bolted to the ground spaced around 4 feet apart. Clearly designed to keep the occupant bent over and legs spread wide. The stocks themselves only around 1 meter off the ground which ensured the occupant was fully bent at 90 degree or given my height, even more so.
