Smell Panties Novels & Stories

Alina pov I knelt patiently outside his office door, sitting back on my heels, wearing nothing but the delicate red lace panties I had bought just for him. The waiting was torture. The air smelt like the thick scent of arousal. Mr Parker ordered yesterday not to wash my pussy. The dried remains of my cum still clung on my skin, making it unbearable to control my desire. I had worn the same panties all night, touching myself again and again thinking about his long hard dick, that was going to get buried deep inside me.

Susan wore simple cotton panties, white and virginal, a stark contrast to the raw desire that now consumed her. Kayla’s fingers, hot and insistent, hooked into the waistband of Susan’s panties, pulling them down slowly, deliberately. Susan watched, mesmerized, as the fabric slid down her thighs, revealing the dark, moist triangle between her legs. A sweet, musky scent, uniquely female, filled the air. “God, you’re already so wet for me, aren’t you?” Kayla’s voice was a low growl, her eyes devouring the sight. She leaned in, her nose brushing against Susan’s pussy, inhaling deeply. “Mmm, smells so good. So sweet.”

“Let me show you what that actually looks like.” She glanced back at me, flushed, mouth parted. Still catching her breath. But I saw the way her thighs shifted, just slightly. She was wet again. Maybe still. I reached down, yanked her panties down in one motion. She gasped, stumbled forward on her toes. I caught them before they hit her heels. Brought them to my nose. Her eyes went wide. “Dominic—” I inhaled. “You smell like me,” I muttered. “And you’re going to smell like me all fucking day.”

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.

She normally washes her bra and pantie herself. Sylvester doesn't know what came over him, but before he knew what was going on, he was pulling the wet pantie up to his face. All he knew at that moment was that he needed to smell it. As bad as it he knew it was, he desperately wanted to know what her stepdaughter pussy cream smell like.

“Fuck.” I got up from the couch and walked down the hallway to her bedroom. What a mess. Her work clothes were strewn over the floor, including a pair of red frilly panties. I reached down and picked them up and started smelling them and continued to jerk off. Her panties smelled wonderful and were a little moist around her crotch. From the smell, she must have masturbated before showering and changing for the night. The thought of her masturbating while I was probably in the living room watching TV made me almost want to jizz my pants right there. I wrapped the panties around my cock and started using them to jerk off with. Fuck this is nice, I thought. I realized some pre-cum had gotten on

Instead, a sharp, familiar sweetness hit the back of his throat. Mateo froze. He reached into the inner pocket of his navy suit jacket, his fingers brushing against the stolen silk panties from Club Máscara. He didn't pull them out, but he pressed the fabric against his palm. The scent of heavy jasmine and sweet silver glitter drifted up from his pocket. It was identical to the scent that was currently clinging to the air outside Diego's room.

“I got a little something for you though.” He frowned. “What are you talking about?” I turned to my table, rattled open the drawer, and smiled when curiosity flickered across his face. “You’ll like this one,” I said, and pulled out a small piece of lace. Her panties. I tossed them at him. He caught them, his face twisting. “What the hell is this?” “You dared me,” I said. “Besides, that shit smells…” I trailed off, inhaling deeply, letting the scent dance in the air between us.

he said. “Aww, thank you!” I replied shyly. “You know what I’m smelling right now?” he asked. “What?” I asked. “Your panties. They smell like you.” The thought of him smelling the scent of my pussy from my panties made me a little horny. We finished our conversation and I went to bed.

I held it close to my face and was overcome by the smell that I knew from experience to be Marni's. Taking the panties in one hand and the cock in the other, I lay on my back with my eyes closed, drinking in all the sensations that were about to overwhelm me. The feel of the hard rubber, the size of the shaft, the texture of the thong, and of course, Marni's sweet smell. I almost passed out from the stimulation!