Addicted Ch. 02

I played the part of the good wife and took Josh to the airport. I even gave him a passionate goodbye kiss. But my heart was longing for Elijah. For the next two days I fucked myself silly with the medium dildo and then finally managed to get the large one into my pussy. It hurt so good. I knew I had to learn to accommodate this one before Elijah would bless me with another attempt to fuck me. After two days of driving myself insane with the large dildo, it was time. I texted Elijah and told him I was finally ready for him. He returned my message saying he was tied up for a couple of days with business. That was a problem. Joshua would be coming home soon and I needed to be serviced by Elijah.

I let my displeasure be known to Elijah. I told him of my situation schedule wise and he didn't seem concerned. He was much more concerned that I wasn't ready to take his cock and that he would be wasting his time. I assured him in no uncertain terms that I was ready to fuck no matter how much it hurt. He seemed to like that. But he didn't relent on his schedule. He said we would just have to wait until Josh got back. He asked if I would go back to the same sleazy motel. I told him I would, but if he could get free in the next two days he could have me in my nice comfortable house. He didn't commit, but I got the impression he liked that idea.

I was on pins and needles for the next two days. Josh would be home tomorrow morning and while fucking the large dildo was keeping my lust at bay, it was not as satisfying as I knew Elijah would be. I prayed he would clear his schedule and fuck me before my husband came home. But alas, I went to bed that night alone, sore from the dildo and still in need of sexual satisfaction. Then about 2am I woke to the sound of my phone chirping. At first I thought something bad must have happened to Josh. Then I remembered he was three hours behind me time zone wise so it was only 11pm his time. He was probably drunk texting me I mused. Maybe we could have phone sex I theorized as a way to get a little satisfaction. When I checked the phone however, I was shocked that it was Elijah. It was a simple message. "Done with work early. What's your address?"

I immediately replied with my address before thinking about what he might do where 2am is finishing early. But I quickly put that thought out of my mind and starting preparing for his arrival. I started by making the bed and then put on my sexiest nightie, stockings and 4" heels. My phone chirped again with a request to snap a selfie. I thought that was weird since he knew what I looked like, but I did as he asked. Using my favorite full body mirror in the bathroom (it was my favorite because I could mount the dildo at just the right height) I took a picture with one leg forward to show the stocking peeking out of the nightie. He responded, "Beautiful. But tart up your makeup. Be there in 10 minutes."

I had not considered putting on makeup. I hardly put any thought into the nightie because I figured I wouldn't be wearing it very long. But I knew how he liked my face painted, so in a near panic due to lack of time, I quickly applied dark eyeliner, did my lashes, put rouge on and finally added the fire engine red lipstick I knew he drove him crazy at the motel. Looking in the mirror just as the doorbell rang I knew I had transformed myself successfully from lonely housewife back to horny slut again. My look wasn't as obvious as when I wore the maid's costume to the motel, but I felt dirtier this time because I'd been working so hard to stretch my pussy for him. My anticipation was sky high as I opened the door.

Elijah walked confidently through the door. After I shut it and walked over to him he looked me up and down, apparently appreciative of what he saw. I felt all tingly waiting for his first instruction. I'd never been that way with a man before. I'd usually initiated and directed the action. But with him, I wanted to please him and was happy to do as he instructed.

"I know it's late, but I was working," were the first words out of his mouth. "I also know you are desperate to get fucked before your husband gets home."

I could only nod as he correctly assessed the situation. He asked me for a glass of water and followed me into the kitchen. As I was facing the counter pouring the water from a bottle, I felt him press up against me and felt his hands reach around me and grab my breasts through the flimsy nighty. My body went rigid at first and then almost limp as I surrendered to his touch. His right hand then released my breasts and slid down my tummy and into my panties.

"Have you been a good girl and fucking yourself with your dildos?" he cooed into my ears.

"Oh yes I have," I said throatily in response. "I'm ready for you."

"I hope so," he replied. "I'll waste no more time on you if you fail me now."

Then he added, "Your pussy seems ready," in reaction to feeling how wet with anticipation I had become. I pushed my ass back against him. He then dropped my left breasts and used both hands to slide my panties off. Then he pushed me over the counter. He left my nightie on.

I could tell he took a step back and I heard him removing his pants. I wiggled my ass at him, although I held my bent over position. I could sense he moved back behind me and I felt his cock slap across my right buttock. I could tell he wasn't at full erection. I would have gladly sucked him to help him along, but apparently his alternately hitting my ass with his dick and sliding the head along my labia was what he needed to arouse himself. Finally instead of teasing my pussy lips he pushed his bulbous head inside of me. I gasped. I'd felt the head before, but it felt bigger this time. Even with my training, I began to get nervous.

"There's no going back this time," he warned me. I responded by thrusting my butt backwards quickly taking a few more inches. He was wider than the large dildo so I probably should have gone slower, but my lust had built too much the last couple of weeks to think rationally. I just called out to him to "Fuck me like you own me." I'm not even sure where that phrase came from, but it seemed appropriate at the time.

I felt him push forward. Thankfully he had experience breaking in women before because he took his time and allowed me to dilate the last little bit beyond the large dildo that I needed to take him inside of him. When finally his girth was secure, he pushed in his last couple of inches until I had taken him all. He congratulated me for being a "Nasty girl who could take a foot of cock." That gave me a perverse feeling of pleasure. Then I felt him sliding back out.

Even before his cockhead was at the end of my love canal, I started feeling empty. Then he started pushing back into me. I still struggled to stretch and accommodate him, but it was easier this time. And easier still the third, four and fifth times he repeated the cycle. "That's it baby," he said forcefully. "Take that black cock. You know you crave it." My first orgasm started on his sixth stroke right after he spoke those words. I had told him to fuck me like he owned me and I really felt like his possession at that moment.

I'm sure he felt my pussy gush on him and he started fucking me harder. I knew I was going to be sore when I had to get up to go to the airport in a few hours, but I didn't care. I was finally getting the pummeling I'd visualized as I submissively remained bent over the counter and Elijah took what he wanted from my body. I imagined him in my tight asshole as he destroyed my cunt. He'd warned me that would be next. My body squeezed my browneye reflexively when I thought of that even though he had not touched it. I think Elijah felt that around his cock as well because he said my pussy was grabbing him like a glove. I'd never been a proponent of Kegel exercises but I suddenly realized I was going to have to start working out those muscles if I was going to see Elijah on a regular basis. Actually, I don't think there really was any if about that. I was going to see him as often as I could.

The full feeling he was giving me was everything I dreamed it would be and more. After my first orgasm, I came again in short order. He wasn't even touching my clit. Usually I needed fingers or a vibe on my clit to orgasm. Just penetration was rarely enough. But then Elijah was giving me more than just penetration. He had effectively controlled my sexual mind better than any lover I ever had as well. I almost felt scared to touch my clit thinking it might put me on overload. And still Elijah kept pounding away.

Howls of pleasure bounced off every surface of kitchen. I was not quiet. I was glad we were in my house because I bet everyone at the motel would have heard my screams of ecstasy. But I didn't care. I was not self-conscious at all. Usually I would be worried, at least a little, about how I looked or whether I was reacting the way Josh wanted, but with Elijah I was running on pure sexual instinct. It didn't matter how I looked spread out and bent over before him. I sure my pose was less than flattering. It didn't matter that I was louder than I ever had been in my life moaning and screaming for him to "Fuck me harder," and to "Tear me up!" I didn't care that he was probably injuring my pussy or the consequences to my marriage if Josh figured out what I was doing. No, the only thing that mattered in that moment was the foot of Alabama Black Snake, as Elijah had called himself at our first meeting, filling my pussy over and over again.

I lost track of how many orgasms I had before he finally pulled out, spun me down to my knees and unloaded a torrent of cum onto my face. It felt wonderful that I'd pleased him enough to cum so hard. Of course I had to clean his cock when he was done. He also suggested (ordered) me to rub my clit while I sucked his dick. Needless to say I came again before I let his slightly deflated cock leave my mouth. The mix of his cum and my juices was the tastiest treat I ever had. I didn't want it to end. But of course it did.

Satisfied that I had cleaned him to his previous specifications, he popped his cock out of my mouth and retrieved his pants. I remained kneeling on the floor fingering my clit. His cum was dripping off my face and starting to dry. But I didn't wipe it off. I knew I would let it dry on me as I tried to sleep so I could smell him all night.

Once Elijah had his pants on, he thanked me for the fuck and the "great pussy" and headed toward the door. There was none of the relational bullshit I had assumed would happen if I ever had an affair. I was just a wet cunt to fuck and a skilled mouth to him and I realized I was OK with that. I'd gotten what I wanted from his visit and he'd taken his pleasure as well. I stood up, turned out the lights and headed for the bedroom. Already I felt sore and certainly I felt empty. Society norms should have told me to be mad at being used essentially as a sex toy. But society hadn't just had the fuck of her life. I wasn't sure if Elijah would call me again or if his deal was to just seduce and break tiny white women. Certainly I wanted him to call and if he did, I would be ready for him anywhere at any time. But if he didn't, that was OK too. He'd already given me more than I could have ever hoped for by cheating on my husband. As I lay in bed trying to fall asleep I amended that thought. It wasn't OK if he didn't call again. Now that I'd had him, I had to have him again. And if he wanted me to stretch my ass the way I saw in the videos and the way I'd stretched my pussy, then so be it. I'd do whatever I had to do just to slurp him down my throat again and come over and over on his cock.

I only got to sleep a couple hours before I had to get up and make myself presentable for my husband. I purposely had not washed Elijah's scent off me the night before so I could fall asleep smelling his musk and feeling his dried cum on my face. But staying that way was hardly a good idea when I went to pick up Josh from the airport. I wished that I didn't have to wash away the physical evidence of my affair, but I did. I then dressed casually with a minimal amount of makeup to go meet my husband. Gone was the whore-like eye-liner and lipstick. I was back into good wife mode, albeit still sore from the waste down. I was hoping Josh would not want to be romantic until I had time to recover. Fortunately he wanted to go right to the office to put some contracts together. Apparently the trip was very successful.

Over the next couple weeks I was intimate with Josh and he didn't seem to notice anything different about me. Maybe it was all in my head. His performance in bed was typical for him, meaning in the past I would have considered it satisfactory, but now that I had experienced what a real man could do, Josh was pretty lame. Elijah had not called or texted and I was worried he had given up on me. I spent my days fantasizing about him and stretching my asshole the same way I had done with my pussy. I always got myself off good, but not as good as he had done. I did learn to really enjoy having the plug in my ass and now when I masturbated, I had to be stuffed from behind to have a good climax. I constantly thought about how to convince Josh to fuck my back door.

Then fortune smiled and Josh scheduled a couple days out of town on short notice. I immediately texted Elijah. I was sure he would want to fuck my ass. But of course he didn't answer.

I told him Josh would be gone for two nights and that I wanted him to come over anytime those two days. I told him to tell me when he could see me, day or night, and that I would make myself available. I didn't tell him I probably would just be sitting at home masturbating praying he showed up. He probably assumed that anyway. The first day sans Josh passed without a word. I was devastated. Then the next morning and afternoon ticked slowly by still without any message. I'd almost given up hope when my phone chirped at 8pm.

"I'll be by later. Get showered, shaved and made up."

My pussy flooded as I read the message. I didn't know how long I had to prepare, but at least it was more than the 10 minutes he gave me last time I assumed. I got ready as fast as I could, within reason, taking longer to do my make-up. I also picked a sexy Victoria Secret ensemble to wear for him. Of course stockings and heels were included because I know how much he liked them. Ready for my lover, I went and sat on the couch. And I waited. And I waited some more. Damn he knew how to frustrate me. Finally at 11 my phone chirped again.

"I am on my way. Unlock your front door. Find something to blindfold yourself. Kneel in the middle of the living room facing the door. If I don't find you like this, I'm turning around."

What the fuck? I wasn't sure why he would ask me to do this. But I didn't hesitate either. I had a sleep mask to block out light to sleep during the day. I figured that would work. I hurried to the bedroom and retrieved it. I figured he had given me a 10-minute warning like last time so I quickly went back to the living room and knelt down. I felt excited as I took my own sight away. I'd never had sex while blindfolded or tried the other kinky things I'd read about, but kneeling in the darkness I became very aware of every sound in my house and every nerve ending in my body feeling more acute. I had read that when one of your senses is removed, the others become more sensitive to compensate. I started feeling that as I waited. Of course my primary sense was arousal and smelling how happy my pussy had become. I was very aware of that. What I wasn't aware of was time. I don't know how long I waited on my knees for him to arrive. It was much longer than 10 minutes. I knew that.

I theorized it was a test to see if I was stay in position. I even thought that maybe Elijah was standing on my porch looking in the window watching me. But then I decided he was smart enough not to get caught in this neighborhood peeking in the windows of a white woman. My body was aching for his touch and mercifully I finally heard the door creak open.

"Thanks for coming to take care of me, Elijah," I told him. He didn't respond. I could hear his footsteps circling me. Then I sensed him kneeling behind me and heard him whisper in my ear. "You have done well, pet."

Being called pet sent a shiver through my body. Then he asked, "Do you trust me?" I nodded.

I felt his hands on my shoulders firmly rubbing them. Then I felt his hands slide down to my breasts, which he briefly cupped while squeezing my nipples. I tossed my head back and whimpered to let him know I was enjoying his touch. Then he released my breasts and went back to my shoulders where he drew down the spaghetti straps holding up the sexy little teddy I was wearing. He told me to play with my newly exposed nipples while I felt him reach down to my simmering pussy. I had been wet since I got his first message. I thrust my hips forward as his fingers grazed over my damp thong. But he didn't take the bait. At least not yet.

Instead of playing with my pussy, he reached back up and covered my hands with his own. He squeezed my hands causing me to squeeze my breasts. It was a unique sensation and one that I enjoyed very much. Immediately I wondered what it would feel like if he forced my hand to masturbate myself. Would I fell like I was doing it myself or would I get the same thrill as when he did it to me? I didn't get the chance to find out. After just 20 or 30 seconds of breast play, he pulled my hands away and bent my arms behind my back. At first I just thought this was a game. But of course Elijah has reasons for everything. Before I realized what was happening, I felt the cold steel of a handcuff encircling my left wrist and snapping shut. I did resist with my right arm, but Elijah grip suddenly became iron-like and there was no way I could pull free. Quickly my right wrist was trapped like my left. Elijah released my arms and I twisted back and forth attempting to get free, although there was no chance that was going to happen until Elijah unlocked the cuffs. I was trapped.

With my hands secured, I did the next best thing I could. I tossed my head back and forth. Fortunately my sleep mask did not hold tight and soon fell off. My first vision of Elijah was of him laughing at me.

"I told you I was going to give you what you need, pet," he repeated. "Why all the struggles?"

"This isn't what I signed up for," I scolded him.

"Trust me," he said ignoring my pleas for release.

I picked me up off the floor like I weighed nothing and sat me on the couch. Then he tore off my thong and finally began rubbing my clit. Of course my body responded to his use of force even if my mind was rebelling. I tried to fight the raw pleasure his fingers were bringing me, but it was a losing battle. I was quickly becoming a swampy mess and I could see he was getting hard in his pants. If my arms were free I would have unzipped him without wasting any time. But secured as I was, I couldn't do that. I had to wait on his schedule and right then, the schedule was for me to get fingered and teased.

After a few minutes Elijah asked if I was ready to play. Of course I said yes. I figured he would release my arms at that point so I could really go to work on his cock. Instead I saw him walk over to a briefcase he had left by the door. He opened it up and I noticed a big vibrator, some leather cuffs and something else made of leather that Elijah picked up. Turning back to me he warned me that I wouldn't be able to get this hood off as easily as I did my mask. As he slid it over my head, I quickly understood why he was so confident.

The hood slid around my head and zippered down the back securing it tightly. No amount of shaking would get it off. There was a built in nose opening so I could breath. Elijah warned me not to freak out though because I could hyperventilate. Initially I could see out of two eyeholes, but after the hood was secured, Elijah shut the holes with two leather patches that were buckled to the front. There was a similar hole over the mouth, only bigger. Elijah left that one open. I didn't have to guess why.