Sniff Pantys Novels & Stories

"Please." That seems to make his control snap. He slivers down my body and strips off my pants and panties in one swift movement. I watch as he sniffs my red panties, his eyes rolling back in his head, before stuffing them into his sweatpants pocket. "What are you doing?" I gasp. I don't really care about that pair and it's kinda hot, but he's doing some Joe Goldberg shit, and I don't want them ending up in a box in his ceiling.

The smell of her arousal is already so strong that I could cum in my pants. I twist her nipples teasingly. Her back flexes, and her legs part more as she moans. Finally, her pants drop. The last piece of clothing on her body makes me growl. Teal lace booty cut panties that match her eyes perfectly meet my hungry gaze. Precum leaks out of my hard cock. I unzip my pants and free him. I leave my clothes on, loving that she is bare to me.

It was of very expensive quality and I immediately felt over the spot that had covered her aroused pussy just a few minutes ago. It was really very wet and her excitingly smelling pussy juice rose immediately into my nose. I lifted the panties to my mouth and licked over the big wet spot. I had already unbuttoned my pants and now I rubbed my cock, which was already twitching with excitement. It would only have taken a few seconds before I would have had an orgasm, rubbing my cock and licking over the wet spot in the panties, but at that moment the door opened and my aunt stood in front of me.

She said, Sniffia looked at her with a pursed lips, Peirce smiled at Vanilla’s direction, “I called it catapult but a slingshot is also cool.” He said with his thumbs up. Sniffia looked away, ignoring their chattering, suddenly, she scented something strange, looked everywhere while sniffing, Peirce and Vanilla noticed her, “Hey, Sniffia what’s wrong?” Peirce asked looking around, “A Tamarin?” Peirce looked at her, she jerked her head to the left, sniffing then she ran towards the direction without hesitating, Peirce and Vanilla were completely stunned.

Shawn thrusted his hip a bit to make the process seamless for me. I shoved his clothes aside, then came face to face with a fat cock which my panties were already sitting pretty on. I took the panties off his cap, brought it to his nose to make sure he sniffed it, then I stuffed the little piece of clothing in his shirt through the exposed buttons.

Suddenly, Paula pushed on his hands with his fingers still wrapped around her panty's waistband, and said, "Okay! I don't think these are going to hold any more pussy juice; get them off me so you can eat my cunt for real!" He straightened up on his knees and she brought her legs together so he could thread the soaked panties off them. Before tossing them onto his dresser, he held them to his nose and inhaled deeply. Paula smiled at him and said, "That aroma is going to be even better in a day or two. And I hope you get a raging hard-on and beat off every time you smell them." He smiled back, and said, "Oh, you can count on that!" She spread her legs again, and said, "Now, where were we?"

“Please, Marlie.” She rolled me onto my back and sat up between my legs. Her fingers curled around the waistband of my panties, now stuck to my folds like a second skin. She tugged them down slowly, peeling the wet fabric off inch by inch. Her eyes locked with mine as the panties slid past my knees. She brought them to her nose, inhaled deep, and groaned. “Oh baby,” she murmured. “You smell like fuck. You smell like need.”

[note to QI: above line says perfume too, so I kept this neutral/vague by changing to liquid] She then glared at me and asked, "Did you tamper with the perfume, Helena?" I shrugged my shoulders, looking completely innocent. "What on earth are you talking about? Why don't I understand what you're getting at, Queenie? Is it possible that your perfume has simply gone bad?" Queenie asked through gritted teeth, "Didn't you realize that the person who uses this perfume can't actually smell it? How did the perfume I gave you end up on my vanity, Helena?"

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.

He bites the skin of my belly and licks the soft spot to soothe the pain away. "Nick," I whimper, my eyes rolling back into their sockets while his hands work on my sweatpants. He pulls them down and throws them away before doing the same with my panties. But before throwing my panties, he takes them to his face and inhales something from them. Probably my feminine scent? I swallow hard, watching him do so. At that time, I do not know if it was just an illusion or what, but I see a glimpse of his wolf, too. I see his huge wolf sniffing on my wet panties and my heart skips a beat at that.