Smelly Foot Stories Novels & Stories

Lolchan and Ray finished up with my loads, I marched forward with my strong bolt having a mental at the tip. Such shoes were go for wolves who frequent the woods, looking for innocent wolves as a target. And well, this time around the target was not in the wood, but a pack. Haha.. As I walked into the cabin, a strange smell engulf my nose and no other person than Ray would cause that smell. Smell of dirty clothes like drags. Smells like cow dung. “ What is that Smell?” my deep voice made him shivered as if he had just seen a ghost, he knew the question was directed to him, but I didn’t say one more word before he ran to do the needful.

“Look at it yourself. Do I have an athlete’s foot? If I do, I’ll eat it.” This post of hers was stunning. Fortunately, she was not wearing a dress. Otherwise, it would be a full-on indecent assault. Alex deliberately leaned close and took a sniff. He frowned and said, “Your foot is smelly!” “Get lost!” She kicked hard, and the sole of her foot was aimed at Alex’s chin. However, it was quickly grabbed by Alex, causing her to take a step forward. That leg rested on his shoulder. “You... “Ouch, it hurts!”

I always slept with my boots on to avoid getting the hard skin under my feet eaten by the rats with ugly long parrot-like mouth. And to top it all, it had this awful smell that could lead to the sudden death of an infant. The fucker's clothes where thrown across everywhere. And when it rained, tiny rain drops from the rooftop made it's way into the house. Fuck O.C again for making me go through this shit. I could do nothing with my fractured hand. Touching it alone fucking hurts. And damn, it was my right hand. Douglas was tossed out of school like I did.

His dick just kept popping back up, ready for more. “Bloody hell, I’m going to cum all over your feet.” Ford warned me. “Do it…” I said, applying even more pressure. “I want to see your cum between my toes.” I am not very good at dirty talk, but it seemed to do the trick. He came, and soon my feet and his stomach were covered in cum. I would have thought my mate, who has some undiagnosed OCD if you ask me, would have a problem being this dirty, but instead he just stared at my feet in awe.

He hurriedly asked his men to kick them out of the club. Once they were out, they plunged into the fountain pool at the main entrance and washed. They rinsed their mouths and washed their faces, hands, and tongues as if they had never showered before. After more than half an hour of washing, their mouths still stank with the awful smell. They collapsed dejectedly, wishing that they could just cut off their stinky tongues and throw them into the sewer. Wendy wailed frustratedly beside the fountain as she could still smell the disgusting smell from her mouth. She almost lost her mind from the irritation she felt from Claire earlier. Now, because of Charlie, she was almost at the brink of becom

Bright Sophia and I wrinkled our noses as soon as we walked in. For her it was worse because of the pregnancy, and for me it was simply unpleasant. The smell in the interrogation room was almost unbearable, especially for us, two wolves. A rancid mix of dampness and cold coffee clung to the air, seeping into our clothes, our skin, our lungs with every breath. I glanced sideways at Sophia, sitting beside me, and wondered how she could stay so composed, how she could speak with a steady voice when inside, I knew, she was trembling.

It didn't add up. The sickos were nowhere near us. But that wasn't the main priority right now, right? It was Salem. Forty miles and we kept walking. No sickos. Well, barely. But not enough to call them a horde. Or by Ian, a "swarm." At the last mile, a painful smell hit my nose. It wasn't the smell of sickos. Something different. A chemical. Something hot. The kind of smell that meant something had been burning long enough to change what it was made of.

She was walking so fast, I was having trouble keeping up and she wasn't the tallest woman, infact I was taller that her at five six, but ma was almost running, it was like her a*s was on fire. If I hadn't been well trained I would have asked what the problem was. But I knew better than to ask, especially in public. So i sucked it up and ran after her. By the time we got home, our shoes were soaking wet with gutter water. The thick black stinking waste water that runs through the uneven rocky and muddy streets here. Some people say the rejects have a terrible stench, but I disagree. I have lived here almost all my life and nothing stinks.

I leaned into him, and together we limped our way toward the shack of solitude. *** “You should probably take the first shower.” I kicked off my boots with a groan of satisfaction and then a moue of disgust. Running, wading through a stream, running some more, being captured, and then getting more or less doused in blood hadn’t done the insides of those boots any favors. “And I think these need to be burned.” Ian swooped down, picked up the boots, and unceremoniously flung them out the open front door. “No arguments here. Are you saying I smell as bad as they do?”

Feeling two kisses on either side of my cock, John and Robbie announced that I was all clean as they stood up and then pounced into Tim and my laps with a mock battle cry. As we all settled down and I began to relax a little more in my nudity, I glanced around and noticed how normal they were acting. The four of them were carrying on and gossiping like nothing was out of the normal and they were perfectly used to this behavior. I saw Tim had set my jockstrap by the air vent to dry and Billy had made a scoffing remark about making the whole room smell like cum, causing me to joke that the smell of cum was the perfect scent to fall asleep to after a long day. All the guys laughed and agreed to