Pant Sniff Novels & Stories

The strong, tangy scent of her pussy hit me immediately as I brought them to my nose. "Fuck, Sarah," I whispered to myself, inhaling deeply. The smell was intoxicating, a mix of her natural musk, a hint of sweat from her day, and that feminine aroma that drove me wild. I carried the panties over to her bed and lay down right in the middle, spreading my legs wide. I pressed the crotch of her dirty panties firmly against my face, sniffing loudly as I freed my hard cock from my shorts. It throbbed in my hand, already leaking precum as I started to stroke slowly.

She said, Sniffia looked at her with a pursed lips, Peirce smiled at Vanilla’s direction, “I called it catapult but a slingshot is also cool.” He said with his thumbs up. Sniffia looked away, ignoring their chattering, suddenly, she scented something strange, looked everywhere while sniffing, Peirce and Vanilla noticed her, “Hey, Sniffia what’s wrong?” Peirce asked looking around, “A Tamarin?” Peirce looked at her, she jerked her head to the left, sniffing then she ran towards the direction without hesitating, Peirce and Vanilla were completely stunned.

He looked like he was about to snap. "Remove your panties," he said, his voice now a low, guttural growl. "I want to smell your heat." The command hit me like a physical blow. My core throbbed harder, and I knew without even checking that I was already soaking. I reached down, my hands trembling as I slid my pants down my legs and stepped out of them. I picked them up, my cheeks burning with shame and desire, and held them out toward him. He didn't take his eyes off the road for a second, but he reached back with one hand, grabbing the silk fabric from me. He brought it straight to his nose, inhaling deeply, a harsh, jagged sound escaping his throat.

"What did you do with the professor, sweet boy? Did you eat him, huh?" He answered me, nuzzling me in the chest harder, pushing me backward. "Easy boy." Grrr! The panther reared back and swatted the air. The growling grew louder. I used this moment to maneuver to my feet. He craned his head up to howl, and the sound echoed around us. Was he in pain? "Oh, what's the matter, boy?" I sidestep closer, holding my hand out. The panther collapsed to the floor in a heap and rolled back and forth. The howling became guttural and strained, shrinking before my eyes.

I ponder as I stand by the door and clasp my hand over her panties. When I feel the drenched fabric in my hand I groan. It’s slippery…fuck. I’m thinking this is the panties she wore today. Does that mean she creamed on it? “Fuck!” The word escapes from my mouth as I bring her panties up and tuck it under my nose, smelling her essence. This is so undoing. It makes me hard and eager to take whatever she gives. Right now, my dick is alive…pitching a tent against my zipper. I can feel the heat pulsing through my body.

I loved what he tasted like and it made me want him more. I pressed my nose against his hard on, inhaling it. He smelt so good, it made my mouth water. I nosed at it, tongue peeking out to lick at his pants. I could hear his breathing, but I wanted to hear him, hear the noises that he would make. I unbuttoned his pants and pulled it down along with his black boxers.

Although the other party still could not understand how it happened. "TCH!" Tsking in annoyance, Shantal commented, "That is strange. I don't remember farting." Alex, on the other hand, deliberately sniffed around her and said, "The smell tells me it might not be an ordinary fart." "Come on, you can't smell a thing. Don't fool me. You are a robot, remember?" Shantal rebutted, but then a foul smell assaulted her nostrils as well. "Yikes!" She yelped and her cheeks took a shade of scarlet.

On a Sunday morning, as soon as my stepsister came out of the bathroom, I entered it. I closed the door and pulled morning wood out of my pant. I was urinating in full swing. It is so hard peeing with your hard-on. Suddenly, I saw Shanita's clothes on the side of the sink. There, Shanita had left her panty and bra and I could not stop myself and picked it up and there are few more of her different color panties lying there. It was so soft and I can still smell her body odor and it was kinda warm too. I think she just wore them out. My inner pervert was fully awake now and I started sniffing it her bra and panty at the same time.

It is missing something. I bare down once more as the pain hits. Everything in me is telling me to push and yet I cant. Then it hits me. This is so much of my scent. I need to add more to the scent. But what scent. What scent would make it right. Then the scent hits my nose. the scent is fiery and perfect. It makes my mouth water. Yes I need that scent. I rise from my piles and sniff in his direction. "Mate" I call him. There is so much pressure between my legs. I need to relieve it. I need to let it go. It has to go. And yet he stands here frozen. Does he not know that I need him. That I need his scent.

His grip tightened around them, and he brought them to his nostrils, sniffing gently while I stood naked and vulnerable before him. I watched his eyes close slightly as he inhaled a sigh, throwing his head backward like he was trying to savor my scent. My pussy clenched, and a slimy feel broke past my cunt. I was dripping again. God. This wasn’t the first time he was sniffing me in, however, each time always left me trembling. Zaydeen threw the panties into his pocket, bringing his eyes back to meet mine. My legs wobbled the moment his dark gaze dropped on me.