Her Roommate’s Panties [MF]

When me and my now-wife Naomi first started hooking up, our sex life was a marathon. We'd meet up to fuck multiple times a day, and go round after round after round. When our lunch breaks would line up, we'd hightail to her college apartment so I could rail, spank and eat her before sending her off to her next class.

But she absolutely loved having sex in places where she could be caught…especially around her apartment. Naomi lived with four other girls. And she took every opportunity she had to have me fuck her on the floor of the living room, or suck my cock on the girls' shared leather sofa, or have me lick her pussy on the kitchen counter.

But Naomi's favorite thing to do was get fucked in her roommates' bedrooms. If she knew we had the place to herself, or even if it was just late at night and one of her roomies were gone, she'd sneak me into their beds and ride my dick. I quickly learned that the taboo of it all turned her on, and the risk of being caught fueled her wildness.

One of Naomi's roommates was her best friend — a girl named Hannah. Now Hannah was very attractive, very spoiled and very much an asshole. When I started dating Naomi, Hannah would encourage her to cheat, and fill my head with passing comments about how "slutty" Naomi was before she got with me.

One afternoon, I stopped by Naomi's apartment for a midday fuck. We had the place to ourselves. Naomi insisted we use Hannah's room — we hadn't been in there before.

The thing about Hannah (Like a lot of hot girls to be honest) is that she lived like a slob. Her bed was unmade, and half covered with piles of dirty laundry. And that's not to mention the debris all over the carpet, and the heavy aroma of weed from a heavily used ashtray.

Naomi wasted no time stripping out of her black booty shorts. But she surprised me by going into Hannah's dresser, picking out a grey thong from her underwear drawer and replacing her panties with Hannah's. (I'd learn later that Naomi and Hannah regularly went underwear shopping together).

Naomi sucked my cock while I made myself at home in Hannah's wrinkled, maroon colored sheets. While she gave me head, I entertained her with plenty of dirty talk about — "You want Hannah to catch us, baby?" "You like sucking my dick in Hannah bed, don't you?" "I bet you're soaking through her fucking panties, right now."

I could feel Naomi's spit sliding down my shaft, dribbling down my balls and right onto Hannah's bedspread. If anything, it almost felt like Naomi was trying to be as sloppy as possible — as if she was trying to make her mark on Hannah's already filthy room.

Eventually, she straddled me, slid Hannah's thong to the side and demanded "I need to fuck you now."

So we fucked - hard, fast and intense. I grabbed the straps of Hannah's stolen thong and pulled, chastising Naomi for being a "whore" stealing her roommate's undies. I spanked her ass hard and called her a "bad girl." All this only made Naomi more vocal as she bucked and squirmed against my cock.

As I flipped Naomi onto her back, I got a wicked idea. We were practically fighting for space with all the dirty laundry loads that Hannah left on her bed. I pulled myself out of Naomi to protest — "Where are you going!" she pouted — and went to sort through the mountain of used clothes that sat just next to us.

I found what I wanted. A dirty baby blue cotton pair of plain fullback undies. I held them up to Naomi and told her to open her mouth. She hesitated. This was new. But I reassured her: "Open up baby. Its OK."

So she did. And I balled Hannah's used panties up and gagged my girlfriend with them.

"Good girl." I pinned Naomi down to the bed and fucked her harder. I pulled her hair, squeezed her ass and wrapped the thong straps around my fist as I railed her. As I piledrived Naomi into an orgasm, her cum moans were muffled by the unwashed cotton undies stuffed in her mouth.

I began to slow my pace and fuck pronebone. My cock gently thrusting inside her as I pressed my face against Naomi's. Her makeup was running and her eyes were teary and rolled back in a state of total bliss. I could even smell the faint stink of Hannah's panties as Naomi breathed through them.

"You're so fucking nasty." I told her. "You're the most disgusting whore I've ever met." I pumped my cock hard into her. "I hope Hannah walks in here and sees you like this. And I hope she tells every single person you know that you like her dirty, stained panties in your mouth…"

Through her underwear gag, I could hear Naomi try and scream "FUCK". Her body trembled against mine as I pressed her into Hannah's sheets. She squirmed her ass against my throbbing cock as she finished again. I couldn't hold back anymore.

I pulled out, braced myself over Naomi's body and jerked spurts of hot cum over her ass and back, staining the waistband of the stolen thong she was still wearing. To this day, one of the most enduring memories I have of my wife is her sprawled out on Hannah's grubby, unwashed bed sheets in this tiny college apartment. Her backside painted with my cum, pilfered panties stained and pulled to the side, peacefully laying her head against a mound of dirty laundry after being happily fucked into oblivion. With her roommate's soiled blue fullbacks still dangling out of her mouth.