Solo session with Frank’s dildo

Everyone in this story is 18+.

The job search was… well, nonexistent. The money from Frank took care of everything. My rent was covered, food was manageable, and there was still a little extra left for fun. And the work itself wasn’t bad. More and more I found myself enjoying those weekly visits to Frank’s house. I might even say I looked forward to them.

A few days after my last visit, I found myself bored, horny, and alone in my own apartment. I considered jacking off, but then I remembered the dildo Frank had given me. The one I rode in front of him. I dug it out, getting excited. He said I would need the practice, after all.

I walked back to my bedroom, wearing nothing but a pair of underwear, already growing hard thinking about fucking myself silly. The bedroom door had a mirror hanging on the back of it, perfect for watching myself take some dick. With that in mind, I crouched down and stuck the dildo to the floor. I took a step back, checking myself out in the mirror as I stepped out of my underwear. I turned and bent over, spreading my cheeks and staring at my ass. “Fuuuck,” I whispered to myself.

Next I grabbed the lube Frank had given me. I generously applied it to the dildo, stroking up and down its length. It was far bigger than my dick, though not quite the size of Frank’s.

Once that was done, I squatted down and hovered directly over the dildo. I placed one hand behind me for support, then used the other to guide it toward my hole. I lowered myself down, pushing the head against my asshole, then right on through it.

“Ahh!”

I couldn’t help but moan as it penetrated me. I took a deep breath, then lowered myself further. My greedy hole swallowed as much as it could, but I was still fairly inexperienced in this department. Not even halfway down, I was already pushing it. It was evident on my face; as I glanced towards the mirror, I saw a horny guy struggling to fuck himself.

I could hear Frank’s voice in the back of my mind. “That won’t do,” he would say. “You’ll need to train more.” The implication was clear. Frank had plans, and those plans involved fucking me. Part of me was scared of that thought. Another part was excited.

After rising most of the way off the dildo, I pushed myself back down with more determination. Slowly. Steadily. With effort, I was able to relax my hole as I slid down the dildo. “Fuck, Frank,” I whispered aloud. “Fuck meee.”

Getting a bit more comfortable, I was able to place my second hand on the floor. My palms and feet touched the ground, supporting me. In that position, I was able to start thrusting my hips up and down. I began fucking myself, feeling every inch slide into me and then back out. Expanding and stretching my insides with each pass, a warm feeling building inside.

I imagined what it would be like getting fucked by Frank. I’d been with him for about a month now, and in that time I’d done plenty of odd sexual favors for him. I’d sucked his dick, stripped and jacked off in front of him, and most recently ridden this dildo. Somehow getting fucked was different though.

Frank was going to take my virginity.

I slammed my ass to the ground and moaned loudly. The warmup was done; it was time to pick up the pace. Staring in the mirror, I thrust my hips up and down, grinding against the dildo stuck to the floor. My own dick was rock-hard, but it flailed wildly as I fucked myself. Each thrust upward caused it to swing up and slap into my stomach, the noise filling the room.

I watched it all in the mirror: My dick slapping into me. The dildo disappearing inside me with every thrust. The expression on my face, a mix of pleasure, exertion, and struggle. I kept on going, knowing that taking Frank’s cock would be much harder than this. I imagined all the possible positions he could fuck me in, wondering which one he’d use for my first time.

My dick was beginning to leak. Precum oozed out of me, sticking to my stomach and legs as my dick continued to swing back and forth. I propped myself on one arm, forming a tripod with my legs, then reached out and grabbed my dick. Fuck, it all felt so good.

I was jerking off and getting railed all at once. Staring at myself in the mirror, working towards that sweet, sweet release. Putting in the time to practice, to train my hole like Frank asked. I’d only just started stroking, but I could already feel myself getting close. Just a little more.

Closer.

Closer.

“Ahhh!”

With a loud grunt, I hopped off the dildo as my dick exploded. It sprayed everywhere. Cum shot onto my stomach, coating my chest and even hitting me in the face. I sat on the floor, jerking my dick and milking out every last drop of cum, and with it, every last ounce of pleasure from an intense orgasm.

I laid flat on the floor, covered in cum and gasping for air. Fuck, that was incredible. As I was coming back down and getting my breathing under control, I heard a knock at the front door. Who could that be?

“Coming!” I shouted.

I quickly cleaned up, then threw on some clothes. But by the time I got to the door, they were gone. Standing there in the doorway, I saw they had left a note. I bent down and picked it up, then unfolded the paper to read it.

“Attention tenants: Effective immediately, we are enforcing a rent increase of $300 per month.”