Panty Smell Novels & Stories

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

I was getting turned on already. I slid my sexy thong down my legs, and as I was picking it up, I noticed the faint smell of my wet pussy. I sniffed my damp pantie and realized that I wasn't as clean as usual. It wasn't a terrible smell but it was fairly noticeable on my pantie. I began to feel awkward as the small room had the smell of my pussy and while it was mild, anyone could smell the aroma. It was a hot day and being confined in tight all day didn't help. This was another reason why I always got the first appointment in the morning! I hoped the doctor and his handsome student wouldn't notice.

I'm the one in charge. Hands dried, she could still smell herself, smell the heat. She peered down at her crotch with a sigh. She grabbed some tissue, scrubbing her pussy to erase the signs of her arousal. Her vigorous rubbing, though, didn't help the situation. With a curse, she pulled up her pants, only to come in contact with her damp panties.

I kept it secretly with me without letting her know. " Ah... I'm so turned on after hearing about her romantic kinks. What should I do?" My hands increased it's rubbing on my dick whilst I sweated profusely. I pressed her panty on my face, moaning out her name. I can't help but imagine her blushing face calling out my name. Her legs spread open for me to fuck. " Ngh... Ahh..." I climaxed , releasing loads of sticky fluid which made my pants mess up. I relaxed in that nasty condition, breathing heavily while kissing her panty. Even her panty has that scent of pussy.

Suddenly, Paula pushed on his hands with his fingers still wrapped around her panty's waistband, and said, "Okay! I don't think these are going to hold any more pussy juice; get them off me so you can eat my cunt for real!" He straightened up on his knees and she brought her legs together so he could thread the soaked panties off them. Before tossing them onto his dresser, he held them to his nose and inhaled deeply. Paula smiled at him and said, "That aroma is going to be even better in a day or two. And I hope you get a raging hard-on and beat off every time you smell them." He smiled back, and said, "Oh, you can count on that!" She spread her legs again, and said, "Now, where were we?"

So the shower it was. After thoroughly washing all of the grime and dirt and nasty scents of other wolves off my body, I slipped Leander's T-shirt over my head. It was large, hanging down to the middle of my thighs. I pressed the soft cotton to my nose. Shit. It smelled like him. A shiver ran up and down my spine. I pushed it back and looked back down at the counter. And glorious day, there was a pair of new lacy white panties! I jerked the tag off. Thank you, Sydney, whoever you are. I wiggled into them. Lastly, I slipped on the soft boxer shorts over my panties. They were too big, but I didn't mind having more of my flesh covered. I could just hold them closed.

In one fluid motion, she spread her legs open and pulled my head down between her thighs, until my face smacked into her damp hot pussy. She had a sharp musky odour, slightly stale and sweaty. She evidently had not had a shower since coming home, and with sudden vivid desire I imagined her pussy rubbing against the crotch of her panties all day long as she masterfully carried out whatever important professional or business duties that she had – for like Ms Betty, she had the complete confidence and command of someone who gave orders rather than received them. I revelled in the ripe smell of her cunt, so much more arousing than if it had been sprinkled with the finest Chanel perfume.

And he had a sneaking suspicion that this would entail a significant amount of time spent in bed. Anna slid into the pink velour sweatpants and the matching T-shirt that she had purchased, and as she did so, she absorbed the aroma of her go-to bubble bath that was still lingering in the air. She had a few bras, but she never wore any of them. She also never wore pantyhose, because she didn't see the need in wearing them because her pantylines weren't particularly noticeable.

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.

Yeah,torn and shredded by brutal and dumb ass Dolan. The undies,a huge fan of these dudes. Trailing smooth lines up her thighs,I reach her panties, gradually ridding them. "Ouch...." She wince. "Oh geez" I whisper, blood stinch from her panties colliding my nostrils. Despite being blood,they stinch her familiar aroma,her alluring body stinch and hypnotizing body spray. "You alright?" She ask, gazing wiredly at my slightly embarassed expression. "Yeah I am" I reply, avoiding eye contacts.