New here guys, this is my story of my relationship with my flatmate
I moved in with my flatmate a year ago, although we've been friends for over 12 years, we are both 24. (i will call her anne to hide her name) She was looking for a flatmate and after talking it over (we have history and we dated for a year when we were 18) i moved in. At the time she had a boyfriend and i had a girlfriend. When we used to date she was as kinky and as horny as hell, would have plenty of phone sex and she used to get herself off at least once a day no matter what, she always found time. We were very adventurous and would watch extreme porn at times and re-enact the scenes, i was always submissive to her more dominating role. I think the only thing we never tried was watersports.
So me and my girlfriend used to hear her and her boyfirned going at it, which would turn us on and we would go at it, it was like sex tennis. The next day in the morning normally the 4 of us would laugh about it in the kitchen, and pity the neighbours. Things all started when I broke up with my girlfriend after a month of being there but would still hear the pair of them going at it, i would usually jack off dreaming about how much fun they were having. You could usually hear her arse being slapped when they were really going at it, at which point i would shot my load.
I came into the kitchen one morning and her BF Tim had already gone, she getting ready to go to work so i made us a cup of tea and she laughed and said it would wash the taste of spunk out of her mouth. I started to get a hard on which was pretty ovious as i only had boxers on, she saw it and laughed and joked about the old times of sex tennis and how the service from my end was non exsistent now and all she ever heard was me masterbating, we joked about it. She said she had to leave for work and could i put her washing on? Which i didn't mind as i didn't have anything else planned. She left i went upstairs grabbed a big pile of dirty washing and started putting it in the machine. The last item i put in must of been her panties from the night before, they were soaked and filthy, they stank of sex and were still damp. I felt myself go hard and thought fuck it why not. I sat naked on the floor next to the washing machine with her panties pressed to my face and jacked off like crazy. I then heard the door go just as a jet of spunk went all over the floor, Anne walked into the kitchen saying something about forgetting her folder and i was caught red handed (and sweaty red faced aswell.) Thankfully she burst out laughing and really took the piss out of me (she nick named me the panty wanker and its stuck ever since). I kept saying sorry over and over, She said that she didn't mind and we could talk about it later when she got back from work. As she was leaving this time she jokingly said that theres an even better pair under her bed. I rushed upstairs and found a pair that were filthy she even had a little bit of skid marks in them. i was hard instantly and lay in her bed and jacked off like crazy smelling her arse and sniffing her cunt stained knickers.