Pant Sniff Novels & Stories

He roughly drags my panties to the side, almost ripping it off. When I reach to take it out, he smacks my hands off. “I want to feel every one of your panties, on you.” He adds, a nasty smirk curling along his lips. On me? Zane is a creepy freak. The thought of him sniffing and touching my panties in the bathroom hits me hard. He’s a fucking freak! Without warning, his fingers go in, deeply, roughly, wrecking the last of my self-control. “Oh, my pussy!” I quiver, dripping around his fingers, pussy lips squeezing against him like a bitch.

I did everything I could to stop my eyes from straying to it. I couldn’t run from it anymore, and I have to decide what I’m going to do with it. Gripping the material in my two fists. I stare at it like it offended me before taking it up to my nose and sniffing. I pulled it off almost too roughly, my face twisting into a frown. Shaking my head, I take another whiff of the scent. I know who it belongs to, but I’m trying to identify what it is. Does that even make any sense?

She gasped as I effortlessly put her on my desk, shoving off anything that could stop her from sitting. Hastily, I bunched her dress around her waist and swiped my fingers swiftly on her panties. She moaned, leaning backward on the table. Smiling, I pulled off her panties and brought them close to my face. As I sniffed her panties, they smelled so good. "Who's being a bad boy now?" Lillian asked, giggling. She suddenly reached for her panties, grabbing them from me, tossing them on the desk. She held my face tightly and slammed her lips on mine.

Every breath I take is filled with his scent. Sable won't stop whining. Look at him. Please. Just once. I can't. Because if I look at him, I'll break. And I can't afford to break.

His nose twitching like he’s smelling…me. “Do I smell?” I whisper, cheeks rosy with humiliation. Good going, Peyton. Now, the alpha will only know you as the snarky girl who smells. “What?” His eyes pop open with alarm, his hand drops, and with it the buzz. He stands upright, the papers remaining in the tray. His hand is scratching the back of his neck, his skin flushed, and I’m grateful I’m not alone. “Um, no, your perfume just…well, it smells…nice.”

Maybe she won’t mind. I noticed how she has the blankets piled close to her nose so she can tuck her head and take a good whiff of my scent. I’m doing the same, but since her scent is so thick in the air, I’m pretty much breathing twice as fast, once for oxygen, once to soothe the need gnawing in my belly. It’s not doing much for my clarity of thought. I root right past the pants I’m looking for twice before I grab them. “You can wear these,” I say, setting the sweater and pants on the edge of the pallet. “And then we can—”

I lean back in the armrest of the chair and parts my thighs apart. The crotch of my panties is so wet and dark. He press it close to his nose and sniff it. “Oh… damn, Lira,” he growls, squeezing the panties tightly. “Your arousal is driving me crazy.” He hand the panties to me and I sniff it in. The smell of my arousal is so seductive. I sniff it hard for a long time… and it is only until the scent is registered in my memories before I toss it away. Rylan grabs my breasts again, clasps them together and begins to suckle the both nipples together.

Giving it a small squeeze before grabbing her panties and opening the camera on my phone to record. “Your pussy smells like heaven, pretty,” I said, groaning when her scent wafted in my nose. I pressed her panties against my nose making sure the camera was angled my way. My head burned with the memories of her plush thighs trembling on my shoulder as I ate her out and my cock throbbed with need. Beads of glistening pre-cum leaked on my abs when I pulled out my tongue, and I licked her panties, wishing I could taste her again.

She raised her eyebrow expectantly, smiling. Pulling slowly downward, he worked the panties over her butt, then hips, and finally down to her knees and calves. Lifting her legs for him, she let him finish removing her panties, then stood obediently, waiting for him. He wasn't done with the panties, though, and lifted them up to his nose, inhaling deeply. "God damn," he said, smiling and sitting back. "These smell like heaven." She snickered. She'd been sitting on them all morning and knew they probably did have a healthy amount of her natural odor to them. She wouldn't have been all that turned on if she smelled them like he had, but men were odd creatures.

Anita let out a long breath, then started to take some fresh air in, and then she noticed some reporters still taking her pictures. "Fuck this. Haven't they taken enough pictures?" She murmured, rolling her eyes as she walked away to the back of the hall. Anita hand traced the flowers with a smile, admiring the beauty of them, then picked some and brought them to her nose, inhaling the smell, their fragrance momentarily soothing. "Hmmm, this smells nice," she said to herself and then brought it to her nose again. Her nose caught a rather familiar smell. Anita paused for a while; she had perceived that smell before. She paused and took several breaths to ensure her nose was not playing tricks