Smelling Panty Novels & Stories

“What’s that smell?” We sense it via a thin strand we plugged into Trent’s olfactory nerve: a faint floral scent, mixed with a whiff of poop. And beneath that, something else organic we can’t quite place. We thought we had covered the entirety of the wonderful world of smells, thanks to Bill’s regular tours of the city’s scummiest restaurants, yet the identity of this newest fragrance eludes us. Pink Bunny opens the door. Trent drops his boxes. Tomato sauce and warm grease squirt from beneath the cardboard lids and spatter his shoes, but he never looks down.

I began to pant, heavily, clenching onto my chest for palpitation; I was only able to get just a few. I adjusted my pant as I tried to put it on, I actually did but then I noticed I wore it the wrong way. I pulled it off again, twisted it rightly and I paused, staring at it like I just found something terrible. I did found something strange; slimming substance coated the fabric as I touched, pressured my fingers together, stretching it apart. I lifted it to my nose, it wasn't smelling bad at all. I had to wear it like that.

“How could I forget?!” “And here’s the thong that was wedged deep between my ass cheeks,” she added, holding it out. “The very same one you were grinding your hard erection against during our hot little dry-fuck on the back seat. Remember that, darling?” “Uh-huh,” Tate responded, so overwhelmingly turned on it was almost painful. “That made me so incredibly wet,” she whispered. “The crotch of these panties must smell incredibly strong after that.” She lowered the gusset directly to his nose. “Are they strong, honey? Do they reek of aroused Mommy pussy?”

He removed his hand from his back pocket and raised his hand in the air and dangling in front of his face was my panty. “I have you everywhere with me. Your cum is still on here and damn, it smells intoxicating” he sniffed my pants right there and my mouth we nt wide open. Woah! "You are crazy.” “Yeah, crazy for you. Crazy for your body!”

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.

I still remember how flustered Rayne was when she realized I'd been watching her, enjoying the show. I did tell her I was going to keep this as a souvenir. I bet she thought I was joking. And I remember telling her she smelt incredible, like a juicy peach ripe for picking. She still does. I inhale the scent of her still lingering on the panties even after all these months. It's a torture device, reminding me of what I've lost. I sigh and fold the panty before returning it to its hiding place. I slam the box shut and keep it away.

I hear him growl again fully expecting him to come up behind me. When he does not, I slowly stand and turn kicking my panties towards him. He catches them and takes them to his nose inhaling my scent. I am red by this point, wanting to be desirable but still having some self-doubt. Carleton inhales my scent, before putting the panties in his pocket and going back to cupping himself.

My head remained on the locker with my hands clutching my clothes tightly. The voices around me were louder and people hadn’t finished laughing, this was fun, so much fun for them. I felt helpless as a hot open debate began on the next row. A debate loud enough for me to hear. People debating what size my panties were and others speculating that I was bright to have poked holes there to breathe. ‘‘Have you noticed that she rarely smells since Vince taught her how to bathe and poke holes in her pants to breathe,’’ a voice said as thunderous laughter followed.

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.

I mutter to Sadie who’s still looking at me like I’m committing the world’s biggest crime. Leaning closer, I catch a whiff of cologne from the bedsheets and let out a soft moan, shocking the hell out of myself. Damn, that smells amazing! My pussy reacts to the manly scent, clenching and soaking my panties as I let out a mortified laugh. “I can’t believe I just got wet smelling some old dude’s cologne,” I say to the empty room, already backing out before anything else happens. I’m going to have to face this old guy later with my guilty, wet panties. Gross!