Smell Panties Novels & Stories

“You smell really good.” I swallowed hard and bit my lower lip as I rubbed on my head. “I’m just going to take this off, okay,” he said, looking at me as he slowly slid down my panties, removing them from my body. “That’s perfect. I can smell it all now.” He covered his face with my panties, sniffing them so hard as he rubbed his cock through his joggers. Looking back at me with a smirk on his face, he shoved my panties into my mouth and lifted my legs up, my knees resting on my chest.

She deadpanned, as she moved away from me, but my eyes trailed to her black panties on the floor. “Should I keep this as a souvenir,” I pointed, “I bet it smells fucking nice with your smell clung to it. I can send it back when I exploded on it.” “Pervert!” I watched as she scrambled around grabbing her panties, which made me smile seeing how she was all panicky gave me the thrills, filling me with more desires to put us in much tight position of her scared of people catching us. “Such a scaredy kitten,” I murmured.

Apparently Kai wasn't satisfied as he nudged her legs further apart with his shoulders getting full access to her core admiring the way her panties lay snug against her pussy. He could see small tufts of back hair peeking out from the side of the material. Kai inhaled and his nose was assaulted with her rich pussy smell. It was getting harder and harder for him to think straight. "You have such a wonderful smell," Kai breathed, lying on his stomach as he fixed his gaze at her covered core. "I bet the pussy waiting for me there behind that material is a work of art. Extending a claw, Kai hacked at the thin edges of her panties as the material came off.

Each step I took towards the changing room sent more soreness through my already sore pussy. Hell! I wanted him so bad. When I got back into the room, the feel of his gaze still lingered on me, it was like he was there, watching me as I stretched out the panties he asked me to wear, his words echoing in my mind again: I want to see you, wearing my favorite color. My eyes fell on the price tag of the panties and I gasped. 800 fucking dollars for just panties? That’s crazy.

I fucked up and I was man enough to admit that. "It's not what I think? Really? Then tell me what it is then. Do you wear G-strings now? Are you going to try to convince me that this is mine? Or let me guess, you bought this for me, right?"She scoffed and flung the panty to my face. I took a whiff of it. The panties did reek of Bianca. Harriet got up to take her seat in the car. "Well? What do you have to say for yourself?"She had the ugliest look ever and her words had spite ringing in them.

She balled them up in her fist, the fabric warm and wet with her essence. He held out his hand again. She placed the panties into his palm. He brought them to his face, inhaling deeply, his eyes closing for a brief moment. A low groan rumbled in his chest. “Fuck,” he muttered, the first real crack in his controlled composure. “You smell delicious. Sweet and ready to be eaten.” He tucked her panties into the inner pocket of his suit jacket, right over his heart. A souvenir. A claim. “Spread your legs,” he ordered.

He says, moves my panties to the side a little, and gently runs his fingertips over my pussy. Oliver spends a while playing with his fingers and when he is satisfied, he takes off my panties. “I know I said I would want you to wear that lingerie again, but forget it, those panties now belong to me...” He says smelling my panties. “I'm going to be without panties like this, then I'm going to have to walk around naked... with my pussy in the wind...” I say biting my lip. “Well, let me buy you more panties tomorrow... if you go without panties it will be when I authorize it, you are too naughty for my taste.” He says jealously.

Despite trying to refrain, I ducked into her room, and my eyes flickered to her panties. I’m tempted to look to satisfy my curiosity about whether she and my dad had some things together. I touched her panties, and damn, they were damp. I lowered my head, sniffling in her scent just like how a wolf would sniff in scents when it's searching for something. Her scent hit me so hard that I felt my balls twitch and my dick swollen. I picked her pants up with my teeth, sniffling in her scent. Damn! I picked up her panties and dropped them onto my face, tilting my head backward while I imagined her cunt sitting pretty on my face.

As if he heard my thoughts, he broke the kiss and slowly tugged my panties down. My eyes followed his movement as I stepped out of my panties but still wearing my heels. He crouched down and picked up my panties, bringing it to his nose to drink in the scent. I felt a thousand times hot. “Fucking apples, you smell like apples,” He growled low in his throat.

He stared at Hugo, forgetting his anger until finally, the pervert smiled at him. His smile was strange like there was a feeling stuck in his chest. “It's nothing,” said Hugo, then walked towards the door. Jefferson was still silent in his place while Max panicked. He didn't know what made him panic; Jefferson didn't really think about it. Jefferson rubbed his neck and then sniffed his palm. Does his body give off an unpleasant odor? Hugo turned around and saw Jefferson. He laughed because he saw Jefferson, who was confused. His laughter caught Jefferson's attention.