Dildo Fun with a Helping Hand

Sometimes I just can’t be bothered to deal with people and I can be quite content with some raunchy bareback porn, a good bottle of poppers and an array of dildos from the box of treats I keep in the closet.

This little adventure started during the recent heatwave.

I spent much of my day lounging around in my speedo, alternating between the sun lounger in the garden and jumping into the pool to cool off.

As usually happens, the speedo and the open air starts to make me horny as fuck.

As I say above, and maybe I am getting old, but there was a time when me being horny would mean logging onto BBRTS, Grindr, Adam4Adam, Scruff and/or Dudesnude looking for fun, but today, I was gonna fantasize about a gang bang using every dildo I own.

So, I went upstairs to my office and pulled out a nice selection of dildos to ride and some fresh poppers.

I had the big old thick 10” suction-cupped bruiser. His vibrating cousin from Tom of Finland (always my favourite). Another vibrating 11” one from Colt (not so thick but goes deep), a black 3” butt plug that drives my prostate insane and then a smaller 8” suction cupped one that is perfect for deep-throating to complete the solo fantasy

I have discovered that if I use the back of the sofa in my office to prop up my feet, each dildo can kind of wedge into the crack between the seat cushion and the back. It actually makes for a reasonably stable set-up and I can fuck myself in a variety of ways while watching some hot porn.

I lay them all out on either side of me, pick out a slutty jock strap and then one-by-one, I slip whichever dildo I desire into place and slide down on it.

With the big one I can hurt myself as much as a real fuck and with the vibrating ones, I can literally almost pass out from the sensation of the ribbed vibrator passing my prostate over and over.

Usually after awhile, my legs are ready to give way from bucking up and down on my collection of dildos and occasionally, I might even video chat a raunchy friend of mine who encourages me to do all sorts of nasty things to myself.

Anyway, you get the picture.

So there I am bouncing up and down like a good little slut and the gate buzzer rings. My office doesn’t have a console so I have to run downstairs to see who it is.

Still a bit high from the last big snorts of poppers, I’m a bit wobbly in doing so, but I threw on a t-shirt and some shorts and head downstairs to the kitchen.

On the screen is the very cute grin of a friend of ours.

Simon is a musician type, artsy, free spirited, works out a lot, has gorgeous eyes and adorably cute. Total ladies man and sometimes when drunk, he almost seems to get horny telling tales of his sexual conquests.

I buzz him through the gates and as I walk across the garden to greet him I am consciously aware that my ass is slippery with the lube and even my hands are a little slimy from it.

“Hey man, how are you doing,” he says as he approaches me in the garden, “remember when you said, anytime you’re in town, stop by?”

He is one of these guys whose smile lights up a room and honestly, he could have been saying something like “Hey remember that time when I burnt down your house and ruined your life?” With that smile, I’d be nodding in agreement like a fool.

Because of the heatwave, he was wearing a loose fitted muscle shirt, and it was one of those ones that the sides are so low cut that you can see torso and everything.

His body always looked great fully clothed but in this T-shirt, yeah, again, he could have been shitting on the lawn and I’d be enamoured.

We got to visiting over a cool drink in the garden and he explained how he was down at coast to meet this “chick” who didn’t work out so he wandered around town and then thought he’d stay the night.

I repeatedly reassured him this was not a problem, my husband and I always welcome people with open arms.

“Ok cool,” he finally concedes, “ but you sure I’m not disturbing your peace?”

“no, it’s really fine, I was just chilling, relaxing, jumping in the pool, not really a whole lot to disturb,” I said.

“Ok, you mind if I have a shower? This heat is unbearable.” He asked.

Without thinking I said, “Of course, you know where everything is,” but there was one small teeny tiny problem.

The spare bedroom, the adjacent bathroom and my office are kind of one suite if that makes sense and it is pretty much impossible to utilize the spare bathroom without passing through my office.

See above: when the gate buzzer rang I was assaulting myself with almost every dildo I own so my office sofa was covered in a sheet on which rested 5 or 6 dildos, 2 bottles of poppers, a butt plug and a huge thing of lube.

It didn’t dawn on me for a little while though that I had left everything out in the open but as I heard my friend tinkering around upstairs getting ready for a cool shower I heard him call down, “you sure I’m not disturbing you man, looks like you were having a party up here.”

I literally could feel my face blushing and my stomach sank to my feet.

I couldn’t even think of what to say.

“Hold on,” I said, “Let me come up and get things put away.”

As I climbed the steps, my friend appeared at the top in a towel, and almost as if he had done something wrong, “Man, I’m sorry, I wasn’t snooping, just they were all there.”

I started to tease him for being so dam cute and sweet because only he would apologize for the fact that I was mounting 5 dildos to some hot porn and didn’t have time to put things away.

“Look, you go to the bedroom and finish cleaning up and I’ll put this stuff away,” I said.

“Nah man, it’s cool, but I gotta ask,” he said, “so like what, you alternate onto different dildos or something?’

I was completely flustered at this point and admitted, “Yes, I pretend that each one is a different guy, like an Ex who got away, or someone famous I might want to fuck, any it’s all just a silly fantasy in my head…”

After I say this to my sexy towel-wearing friend, I am aware that I literally two-handing the 10” dildo in my hands as if it’s a police baton and I am giving a stern warning or something.

“Whoa there tiger,” he teased, “Put that thang down,” as he burst out laughing.

I have to confess that talking to him like this, about the dildos, him in a towel, my ass smeared with lube still, and that ridiculous smile of his, my ass was itching for more dildo time.

“So which one do you pretend is me?” he blurted out.

I laughed while rounding up dildos and butt plugs into the sheet, and he insisted, “No, serious, which one is me?”

“I wouldn’t know,” I said, “I haven’t seen it before now have I?”

“Want me to show which one I think is closest?”

Under my breath, “please be the 9” Tom of Finland, please be the 9” Tom of Finland.”

And low and behold, guess which one he grabs? My old friend, the 9” vibrating Tom of Finland.

It was actually the last one I was riding when he rang so it was slimy with lube and it slipped out of his fingers and toppled to the floor which of course it to turn onto the high-pitched first setting.

“That’s my favourite actually,” I said, reaching down to pick it up and turn it off.

“Well, you can pretend it’s me next time,” he replied with a smile and with his hands on the his hips.

“So do you always fulfil this fantasy solo or get help?” he asked.

Flustered, “what do you mean?” I asked?

“I mean does hubby ever come along and fuck you with these or other people? Or is it always just you and the poppers watching porn?” he queried.

“Honestly,” I replied, “ I have only really ever played with toys and a boyfriend like once in my life.”

At this point, I am standing there with the Tom of Finland in one hand, and the lube covered sheet in the other and he starts to walk over to me.

“Give me that,” he said grabbing for the Tom of Finland.

“Now put the sheet back and drop your shorts.”

I could hardly argue with what was about to happen so I dropped my shorts to reveal the jock strap and my lube smeared ass cheeks.

Laying out the sheet and arranging the other toys and lube bottle, I got down on all fours, grabbed a bottle of poppers and took a deep hit while my friend jockeyed himself into position behind me.

“What setting do you like?” he asked.

I giggled a bit, “4th click drives me insane” as I hit the poppers.

Click, click, click, click….bzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

I have a suspicion that for a straight guy, this wasn’t the first time he had shoved a toy into someone’s ass (guy or girl or his own perhaps) because he knew the angle to position the knob and he gently inserted the 9” vibrating fuck toy into my guts.

Normally I don’t get hard when being fucked but I was so hard as he inserted the dildo.

He was big into using his free hand as well, he’d finger me when he pulled the dildo out, run his hand around my cheeks while hitting my prostate perfectly (again, this was not his first time with anal).

For the next little while he switched to using some of the other dildos but always came back for the Tom of Finland and until this point, I don’t know if I was ashamed to be fucked like this, but I hadn’t actually looked back to him and when I did, I nearly popped my load.

As I said, this guy had a great tight muscular body and when I turned around there he was, totally naked with his rock hard cock bobbing around while he fucked my ass. He was sitting on his knees on the sofa behind me and his cock looked impressive standing straight up waving around.

“Can I suck your dick?” I blurted out.

He didn’t reply but got up and positioned himself in front of my face and I got to work sucking his dick.

He was leaning over my bod a little and still dildoing my ass while I deep throated his cock.

At this point I am moaning and groaning while he is fucking my face and ass and he is really getting into it.

Everytime he slammed the dildo in deep, he would choke me on his dick and back and forth like this we went.

“Can I fuck you? Please?” He asked.

“Do you even need to ask? Give me that load stud.”

My ass was nice and loosened up for him so when he resumed the position behind me, he slammed deep into my guts easily and then pounded me relentlessly.

At this point I am not being at all quiet begging and screaming for his cock and he was a little jackrabbit in response.

After what was a good 20 minutes of him fucking me doggy style I could sense he was tensing up and ready to blow his load.

“Shoot that cum in my guts you fucking pig! FUCK ME” I screamed while pushing against him.

With a few more thrusts he pushed balls deep and held himself deep inside and then pumped a nice load into my well-fucked hole.

After he stopped convulsing and pumping, he collapsed on top of me and we lay there for a long time catching our breath.

"I'm glad I stopped by, that was fun and that ass is seriously better than pussy anyday," he said.

"My pleasure, you re welcome anytime!" I said excitedly as we went downstairs to get a cold drink.

He stayed the night as planned and before we fell asleep exhausted he fucked me all over the place. I lent him a speedo and we played in the pool for awhile, we fucked in the shed, he fucked a load from behind in the kitchen, he played with more toys and when we had to take the dog out, he butt plugged me.

All-in-all, a perfect houseguest to have.

Can't wait until he stays over again.