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The fishnet pull-up stockings were stretched up over my waxed legs. A silky babydoll nightie covered my chest and draped itself over my midriff, riding up over the bulging satin thong that barely held my fat, hard 7" cock. I felt great. I was also stoned out of my fucking brain. This, you see, was my day off. I'd started with a joint and a strong cup of black. Then, as the dope hit, I wandered around our apartment drawn, as always, by that top drawer of my flatmate Sonia's dresser.
It was her bed I was lying on. It was her bed on which I found myself squeezing and rubbing the precum out of my cock, jerking myself into oblivion on the ptahcwork counterpain. Did I forget to mention that all these silky things I was wearing were hers? Did I also neglect to mention that I had a pair of her dirty panties pulled over my face and was sniffing and licking the crusty, musty, cummy crotch.
And this is how I looked when Sonia walked into the room, dressed in a sharp blue business suit, obviously home to pick something up she had forgotten.
She didn't say anything right away. I didn't notice her right away either. Finally, she cleared her throat and my head twisted in her direction. I was sprung! Shit.
"You dirty little cunt." She said under her breath. "How dare you! How dare you defile my room." She was shouting now. "How dare you rub your dirty cock all over my things. How dare you! You fucking pervert!"
And all this time I was gathered my stoned self up and trying to mutter apologies. Her fishnets ripped as I tried to pull them off. I think I heard threads break on the babydoll. My cock had semi deflated by now and I was stepping out of her panties when I felt her fist connect with my jaw.
"Sonia..Owwwwww..Just let me explain."
She looked at me. I could see the fury on her face and then I realized I still had her the dirty panties pulled over half of my face. I started to pull them off.
"Keep them" she said. "I don't want them back you dirty little cunt"
I backed away to the door. I'd never heard her so mad.
"Sonia…it was just..:"
"I don't wanna know. I want you out of here by the time I get back from work. I want you moved out!"
The door slammed as she left. I was sitting on my bed. I was still wasted and the then the news slowly filtered into my addled brain. I didn't have a place to live. I'd lost a friend. The worst of all, news of my cross dressing, panty sniffing morning would spread like wildfire around our large group of friends.
I lay back cursing my luck. A harmless little carousal. A joint. A dress-up session. And now I was sprung.
Just when I was about to slip into a moment of intense self pity the whiff of Sonia's hot pussy floated back in through my nostrils. I still had those damn panties on my head. My meat sprang back to life. Mmmm. That gorgeous scent of sexy Sonia's tight, smelly, juicy, well-fucked cunt.
I lay back and jerked my cock to a rapid orgasm. My sperm shoot up through the air when I came. I lay back smiling. At least I got one last load shot off, I thought.
The rest of the day was spent packing up my meager belongings from the flat. Most of the stuff was Sonia's. I had no clue where I was going to live, no clue about what I was going to tell my friends.
The phone had rung several times and I hadn't even the nerve to pick it up. I punched in the access code to pick up the messages. Two from Sonia. The first – she was really pissed off. The second - she seemed to have calmed down a little.
