Sniff Pantys Novels & Stories

B͟l͟a͟k͟e͟ "You smell fucking amazing..." My hands smoothly slide her pants down, revealing her panties, her now soaked panties. I almost let out a whistle. She's got these cotton panties on, pink with red and white roses. There's a tiny silk rose sewn onto the front. Most of the roses on the front are darker than the ones on her hips. Her slick has soaked right into the fabric. "I can't wait to taste you." I kiss a path down her thighs, wanting to savor every inch of her skin. Her skin is so soft and she smells ... clean. I don't know how else to explain it. Fresh and beautiful with a hint of something fruity.

The strong, tangy scent of her pussy hit me immediately as I brought them to my nose. "Fuck, Sarah," I whispered to myself, inhaling deeply. The smell was intoxicating, a mix of her natural musk, a hint of sweat from her day, and that feminine aroma that drove me wild. I carried the panties over to her bed and lay down right in the middle, spreading my legs wide. I pressed the crotch of her dirty panties firmly against my face, sniffing loudly as I freed my hard cock from my shorts. It throbbed in my hand, already leaking precum as I started to stroke slowly.

He lifted her panties to smell them, making sure someone else's scent was not clinging to the fabric. He heard her snicker loudly and turned to look at her, the panties still held up in the air "So we're just being weird all out there now, not even hiding it." He smirked a little seeing the way her eyes danced "You smell fucking amazing. yeah I sniff your panties. and they make me hungry for you." He said lowly. Her mouth popped open a little involuntarily, but she quickly snapped it shut.

Ethan was in a meeting, so I waited in his office. That was when Sophia walked in. She politely brought in coffee, and when she bent forward, I caught the familiar scent of cologne. Just as Joy had described, it was Ethan's scent. "Don't you have anything to say to me?" I asked suddenly. Her hand trembled, spilling hot coffee on herself, leaving red marks instantly. She looked fragile and helpless as her eyes darted away. Flustered, she crouched down to clean the mess and did not answer.

No sooner had he set his eyes to work, than he saw her pantie and bent to pick it with his other hand. Caring is not about being called a pervert or not... He placed Alexa's pantie nearer to his nose and inhaled the scent from the deepest part of her. His lips curved into a smile. Her scent was so heavenly, that he wondered if she usually dipped a strawberry into her p*ssy to give it the scent it had. But there was something he didn't like... Her pantie was of lesser quality and so was her bra. Though it was probably harsh to throw out the other undies, remembering their quality made him give himself a high five for throwing them out.

Those sea-blue eyes stayed glued to my face, watching every move. I hooked my fingers into her lace tights—felt like a second skin clinging to her—and tugged them down. Next came her black cotton panties, soaked through with a dark circle of wetness that told me everything I needed to know. I brought them to my nose, inhaling deep—her scent was intoxicating, musky and sweet, like forbidden fruit. I shoved them into my pocket. "I think I need to get you some new panties," I groaned, the words coming out thick.

Trembling slightly, I stood up, yanked my dress up , my fingers gripped the band of my panties and I rolled it down my thighs, letting it pull beneath me. He stretched his hand, smirking. “Hand it over.” I bent lower, pick up the damp panties and handed it over to him. Oh… goddess… why would he want to sniff my panties today of all days? He saw the wet spot in the crotch area and laugh out loud. “Already so wet as usual, huh?” He placed the crotch area over his nose and sniffed it in. Then his eyes narrowed as he removed it and stared at me. I froze, my chest pounded loudly than a war drum… I swear, I think he found out.

She was soaked through her panties. I tore her panties off her ass and brought it to my nose. I turned her head so she could face me and sniffed her panties. My brain went fuzzy from her scent as it overwhelmed every part of me. Her scent tasted so exhilarating and it made my heart pump fast. I threw the panties away and turned her towards the table. I pushed her face down on it and raised her dress, exposing her soft round ass. I smacked it hard and a sudden, sharp whimper of pain escaped her throat.

“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.”

My name was Lennie Sherman, and I worked as the main handler for a male white ball python. However, I eventually realized that he didn't seem to like me very much. Every time we met, he would always hit my private part with his powerful tail, then hiss in my face. I couldn't stand it anymore, so one day, I yelled at him, "Why are you doing this to me? Do you have a thing against me?" I had been working at this zoo for a month, and I was undoubtedly the handler that the snakes here hated the most.