Pant Sniff Novels & Stories

Marcus pulled my panties down my thighs, tossing them to the ground. He kissed his way up my leg, sucking my skin and pressing his nose to my thighs. He sniffed his way up my leg until he reached the center of my thighs. He nuzzled my pussy with his nose, teasing me with it. The action sent a jolt through my body, and I shuddered. Marcus pressed his nose to my panties, "Gosh! You smell so good," he groaned in a voice that sounded deeper, and I ground myself against his face.

"Because of who?" "You." He sniffs my neck repeatedly, a deep animalistic sound rumbling down his chest. "I keep thinking of how you smell, your hair," his fingers rake through my hair, untangling it from the bound and putting it in his face to sniff, "I even imagine how you will taste down here." His finger slides down my legs to my panties and like a candle, I melt instantly.

There was white stuff on the toilet cistern. He looked around, there was no one around. He searched for any hidden camera, but there was none. He slowly brought a small knife out of his pocket and took about fifteen milligrams and stuffed it in his nose. He was shocked he just inhaled face powder mixed with white pepper. He cleaned himself up quickly, walked back to the hall, and continued sneezing. Parker signaled the music to stop. They all fixed their eyes on the guy and wondered why he was sneezing continuously.

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.

“Can you gold these for me?” I nod while I take the panties to my nose and inhale her delicious scent.

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