Pant Sniff Novels & Stories

His voice was cold as ice and when he picked up my pantie from the floor, I froze, my face flushing red with embarrassment. "Give back that! What right do you have to touch my underwear!" I yelled, trying to reach for it but the motherfucker was taller. "Hmm….." he hummed, sliding his fingertips along the soaked fabric, "G-string? our dear nerdy wears sexy panties too? Hmm, interesting. But why is it so wet, who made you cum this much?" I twisted my face in pure disgust when he brought it close to his nose and took a long sniff. "Wow….such depraved scent…."

I sniffled and argued with Fred. "No way. Basil hates me. He also keeps pulling pranks on me and bullies me to no end!" Fred looked at me a little helplessly. "But that's just the way snakes show their affection to humans. Basil is just being possessive about you." I just assumed that Fred was only making things up because he wanted me to stay. I didn't believe a word he said. How could snakes show their affection to humans by treating them like that?

Colt's POV Immediately I finished dressing up to head to the office, my gaze caught sight of the panties peeking out of my previous pants. My heart skipped as my nose wrinkled and I inhaled the air. One breath was enough to leave my head spinning. The scent instantly invaded my senses. In a blink, the panties had rested in my hand, slowly lifted to my nose. The more I inhaled, the more intoxicating the scent grew, scattering my thoughts and leaving my knees oddly fragile.

He begins to go down on me, kissing my thighs all the the way to my feet before kneeling down. His hands slowly goes under my dress and hooks his fingers around the flimsy material of my panties. He slowly drags it down like he has the whole time in the world. My chest heaves up and down in nervousness and excitement. He sniffs the panties before putting it in the pocket of his sweat pants. His spread my thighs open and then stares at the area with so much lust and admiration. "So pink and wet,so perfect" he whispers before feasting on it like a cave man.

My legs wobbled as I didn't object; rather, my pussy tingled in anticipation as he watched me raise my gown, and take off my underwear slowly down my legs before holding it up for him to see a wet patch on it. He groaned, his cock raising and obviously begging to be freed from his trousers. I smirked and did something daring. I tossed my panties to him and he caught it with a sly grin. "Naughty Aria." He whispered, his huge, manly voice echoing in the surrounding, sounding so sexy and sending shivers down my spine. He brought my panties to his face, placing them on his nose and sniffed them. I felt myself getting wetter, almost dripping as he brought out his tongue, and licked the wet patch

He didn’t look fazed, his hooded eyes meeting mine as his hand slid beneath my skirt and shifted my panties to the side. My lips parted slightly as his fingers traced over my entrance, sending a jolt of anticipation through me. He'd only placed his hands on the desk, and somehow it had happened again. He was the tech master. I shouldn’t be surprised. “You’re not wet,” he observed, his voice so casual it almost made me want to hit him. Before I could respond, he dragged my panties down. “We’ve got fifteen minutes to fix that,” he added, slipping my panties into his nose and sniffing like it was the most perfume in the world. I sighed, already dreading the argument I’d have to endure to get th

I continued "Prove to me how bad you want me." I was finally in front of him and he was panting for air. His chest was heaving up and down as he bit hard on his lips trying to suppress his moan. I grinned feeling satisfied about what I was doing to him. I started to undress myself, starting with my panties. I dipped my hand under my dress and pulled off my underwear slowly for him to see them when I was done, I threw it on his face and watched him sniff it. For some reason, I was getting turned on instead and was no longer feeling any form of irritation towards him. Fuck. I moaned softly as I watched him continuously sniffing my panties and my vagina was fluttering already.

“What’s that smell?” We sense it via a thin strand we plugged into Trent’s olfactory nerve: a faint floral scent, mixed with a whiff of poop. And beneath that, something else organic we can’t quite place. We thought we had covered the entirety of the wonderful world of smells, thanks to Bill’s regular tours of the city’s scummiest restaurants, yet the identity of this newest fragrance eludes us. Pink Bunny opens the door. Trent drops his boxes. Tomato sauce and warm grease squirt from beneath the cardboard lids and spatter his shoes, but he never looks down.

She was so responsive. I leaned away from her, sliding a finger beneath the hem of her panties and peeling them off her. Fisting her panties in my hand, I brought them to my nose and sniffed. Every drop of blood in my body went rushing south. My fangs came out, the smell of my mate driving my wolf mad with the need to mark her. I gently pushed her legs wide open, releasing a shaky breath and the sight of her pink mound. I barely managed to draw my fangs back, our gazes colliding as I lowered my head.

My dick seems the same as always at least. I find a pair of panties toward the bottom. Heather-gray-colored Calvin Kleins. A standard hipster low-rise style, elastic band at the top. Meant to be comfy, but damn are they sexy. A bit bigger than I expected. She’s a thinner woman, but these held some thickness. I look inside, the crotch. God damn, there’s a bit of a stain. Nothing too gross, just the slightest streak of residue. Discharge, dried pussy juice. Ok a bit gross, but not to me. I stuff my nose straight in, inhaling deeply. This is what my boss’s cunt smells like. These panties spent a whole day stuffed inside her warm pants, clinging tightly against her pussy. It smells strong, but s