Panty Sniffing Stories Novels & Stories

I breathed, my chest heaving, hands clutching his curly head of hair. His mouth moved away from nipples, journeying further down along my torso, pausing when he got to my pelvic. His breath warmed my clits, making it pinch tight, “your pussy smells nice, Firefly,” he lowered his nose to my soft wet fold, sniffing like it was some kind of fetish of his. Others would have found it weird. Maybe I did, but it didn’t cancel the fact that it also roused me even more. His nose near my pussy, sniffing and inhaling.

Both leaked precum. Lucy stared, mouth watering, pussy clenching around nothing. The new piercings made her feel like a marked slut—owned. Nick climbed onto the bed first, grabbing her hair and guiding his cock to her lips. “Open. Clean the mess you made on my fingers while Dad inspects your new jewelry.” She obeyed, sucking him deep with filthy, wet sounds. His cock stretched her jaw, salty precum coating her tongue. Behind her, Mark knelt between her legs, spreading her pussy lips with his thumbs to stare at the fresh clit piercing.

Nicholas added. Nicolas took off top revealing my black bra and Clover smacked my boobs. Then he started sucking and licking my whole back. Nicolas stripped me off my denim jeans and now I was exposed to them just in my underwear. Clover slipped down strings off my bra and started kneading my right boob encircling around and over my nipples . Nicolas started rubbing on my womanhood from over my panties while sucking my other boob. “You're already wet for us huh. Your panties are soaking.” Nicolas muttered.

THEMES: Nightclub, Lesbian love, LGBTQ, Dom- Sub energy, bodily discovery, Funatari. KINKS: Belt play, Foot play, foot fuck, Tit play, Tit fuck, Dirty talk, Size tease, Eye contact control. LESSY'S POV I take my time there, sucking it like candy, my tongue poking at the pee hole in the middle. Feeling that Dnaria shudders again, and I peek up to see her closing her eyes briefly.

My body tingled, my p*ssy became wetter as if it wasn’t already wet. He looked at my panties with a smug smile. “Oh so wet already, little thief?” He stared at the wet patch in my panties before he leaned closer to it and sniffed. “You smell so good. I want to bottle this scent up and-” “You want to bottle my cum?” “Yes. And I want to wear your scent and eat you for dinner and breakfast and lunch...” “Shit.... Don’t say things like that...” I moaned out as he pushed the panties inside his backpocket.

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

She was soaked through her panties. I tore her panties off her ass and brought it to my nose. I turned her head so she could face me and sniffed her panties. My brain went fuzzy from her scent as it overwhelmed every part of me. Her scent tasted so exhilarating and it made my heart pump fast. I threw the panties away and turned her towards the table. I pushed her face down on it and raised her dress, exposing her soft round ass. I smacked it hard and a sudden, sharp whimper of pain escaped her throat.

“See that? I want you to stick your cock under my panties now, put it right up against my asshole. Good boy!” Snap! She dropped the panties, stinging slightly against my shaft as they came snapping down. Oh god, and there I was, with my stiff pole pressing into her ass... the first ass I’d ever felt like this! A sexual milestone! Cock contact! And her snug panties were pinning my pole to the skin. I began to pump back and forth, instinctively, lustily. The head of my cock poked free of her waistband. It shot out into the fresh air as I thrust forward once again, this time causing a rush of precum to expel from the tip and drip down onto her ass.

The man was quick to unhook my bra, causing my boobs to jump out, and kneeled on the floor to get me out of my panties. "Don't. I'll do it," I insisted. I don't like him seeing kneeling on the floor. He hooked his thumb into the panty and kissed my center before slowly pulling the panty down. His eyes like a magnet remained on my crotch as the fabric unveiled what was behind it to him. I saw his throat rolling up and down as he stared dazedly at my crotch. His intense and hungry stare brought color to my cheeks. This was too obscene to be happening.

I press back towards his hand, refusing to bend down more. “Bend all the way down, Miss Gaard.” He says and increases the pressure on my back. I submit and do as I’m told. Now I am practically hanging over the back of the couch in my boss’ office in only my pantyhose and light blue cotton panties. I feel tears of shame fill my eyes and my thoughts run away once again thinking about my thick thighs and large butt. “Good girl.” He says and slowly runs his hand down (or should I say up?) to the small of my back. Again his praise and touch calls me back and a deep and shaky sigh leaves my lungs.