Late for Work

I ate my Crazy Ex's pussy yesterday.

The deal is, since Sandy destroyed one of the locations where I teach, my class been meeting in someone's apartment. That apartment is in the same high rise as Crazy Ex.

She called me as I was walking to work, as she does most mornings. She was driving home from dropping her kids at school, and had a carload of groceries from Target, and she was feeling frisky. She described the tight leggings she was wearing with no panties underneath. Even on the phone she's an exhibitionist. "I haven't showered in days, though," she said. "I'm filthy."

"That's just how I like you," I replied, and it's true, even after three or four days with no shower her cunt tastes amazing. It's a miracle pussy. "Slip a finger in at the next stop light," I told her. So she fished her hand under her winter coat and did as I commanded. "Now taste it."

"Tastes good," she replied. Then she said "Make me cum at the stoplight." I laughed, but then the light turned green.

I still had a ways to go to get to her neighborhood, and she had groceries to unload, so we hung up. She said she'd call me back. I waited and walked. Several times I thought about calling her back, but I didn't know if her husband was home or what, so I just let it go.

Finally I got to her block. I had about twenty minutes before class, so I lingered outside the building. She called, finally, and said "My husband is at work, come up and say hi before class."

"Be right up," I replied.

At this point at knew I was going to be a few minutes late to class.

Her door was open when I got to her floor, shopping cart parked outside. She was putting groceries away. I shut and chained the door. She looked gorgeous in her tight leggings, dark boots, and a cute oversized sweater thing that opened at the front. I said "hi" as if everything was normal, and helped her put her groceries away. "What took you so long to call me back?" I asked.

"I made myself cum three times in he parking garage," she replied. I'd rather suspected as much and silently cursed myself for not getting there faster.

"What did you think about when you did it?" I asked, sliding a jug of apple juice into the fridge.

"You," she said, as I knew she would.

She was facing the countertop and and I came up behind her and wrapped my arms around her forcefully. "Oh God," she whispered.

"What was I doing," I urged.

"Earing my pussy and fingerfucking me on the bed," she moaned, as i slid my hand down into the waist of her tights.

"Did I call you names?"

"Yes."

"Slut," I growled, and pushed her away from the counter. I shoved her towards the bedroom. I put my hand in her hair and propelled her across the apartment, down the short hallway to her bedroom door. I shoved the door open and gave her a heave onto the bed. She flipped over on her back as I shut the bedroom door. Can't let her cat in, don't want to have an allergy attack.

I slid up onto the bed and tugged her leggings down. With a yank they were down below her knees and my fingers were rubbing her creamy snatch. So fucking wet and slippery. I looked into her eyes as I slid two finger deep inside. "Like this?" I asked.

"Yeah," she moaned. I knelt beside her and fingerfucked her deep and rough, giving her no chance to protest or even breathe. I kissed her open wet mouth and she moaned into mine. My fingers made a delicious wet sound as they worked her glistening cunt.

"Whore," I whispered.

"Oh God," her moaning got even louder. She fucking loves that.

"Cum slut. Tell me you're a cumslut."

"I'm. A. Cumslut," she panted quietly.

"Louder!"

"I'm a cumslut!"

I slid down and yanked her tights and boots off, and shoved her tawny legs wide. I dove into her pussy and ate it for all I was worth, sucking her swollen clit and working two fingers in and out, twisting my hand all around and moaning to vibrate her clit on my tongue. Her hand slid down her belly towards me, and I grabbed it with my free hand and pulled it down. She got the message and grabbed my hair with both hands. I moaned louder and attacked her slit like an animal. She was panting and moaning and writhing and I knew she was going to cum soon, so I slowed and targeted her clit with the tip of my tongue, giving it a merciless barrage of steady flickers until she bucked her entire body and rolled halfway to the side as her orgasm exploded through her.

I held on and didn't let up, sucking her clit back into my mouth and not giving her a moment's respite. She knew I wasn't going to stop until she came two or three more times.

"Call me names," she moaned. I slid back up her body and kissed her with my fingers deep inside her.

"Fucking slut bitch" I growled.

"Oh God" she breathed.

"I love it when you call me God," I said. "Now tell me you crave cock"

"I crave cock! I need cock!" Her hand went to the bulge in my jeans as I worked her pussy, but soon I was back down between her luscious thighs, slurping away. She came again, and again, a crescendo of moans and animal growls, before I finally came up for air and kissed her.

"Did I taste disgusting?" she asked.

"Did you taste yourself on my face?"

"Yes, tasted good."

"Ok then." I held her tiny body close, reveling in the feel of her against me.

"Does your wife taste that good?" she asked. I slapped her naked ass. I told you, she's crazy.