Sniff Addiction in the Chaldain Abyss - Sex Stories

Sniff Addiction in the Chaldain Abyss

... resist. He knew that kissing her ass was his only hope for escape while at the same time he sensed it might also be his greatest step toward capture--captured by the strange lusts that were always within him. It was a crazy irony that he would be released by them while being captured by himself. He kissed. He kissed the dancer's butt cheek. Amara and the young, young girls expressed joy and glee and approval and urged him to kiss the dancer's ass again and again and again, which he did. Amara returned her lips to his ear. "You have done well. We will continue to the end of the music." She clicked her fingers and the music began and the dancer moved, this time slower than before. Her feet didn't move; just her hips. She bent more than before and the sight of her womanly hips and her gloriously round butt spreading made him breathless. But, he had to survive this! He couldn't give in to the girls and even more, he could NOT surrender more to those rising lusts. The dancer moved backward to within inches of his face. She slowly pulled her panties down. Her bare ass—yes bare!--was right in front of his face. Amara clicked her fingers to stop the music again. The dancer was posed before him, her feet spread and her back arched as she was bent over before him. There was silence. He stared. He had no idea what to do. He hated the lusts that drove him--those lusts that depleted his ability to flee. Then, he felt Amara's breath in his ear. She whispered one word. "Sniff!" "Wh ... Wh ...

... ... Wh ...?" "I said 'sniff'. Sniff her butt. You must!" "Wh . . . Wh . . . Never. You can't make me ever do that," he managed to say although with stuttering difficulty. "I don't have to make you." "Wh . . . What?" "I am not commanding you, I am giving you permission. You will sniff her butt on your own. It is what you crave. And, you have permission. It is what you want. It is what we want. It is what she wants. Sniff her butt!" Shadi struggled. Anguish consumed him. "Do it now, Shadi. This is your only chance. If you do not sniff her butt now, you will never have the chance again. Do not miss out. Sniff her butt or she will leave forever. Sniff, Shadi. Sniff her butt!" The young young girls began the same kind of talk in his other ear and when Amara's hand bumped the back of his head, he was helpless to stop it from moving forward. His nose went to the dancer's rear-end and in between her round butt cheeks and then . . . then . . . then, he sniffed. He sniffed her butt. His nostrils were almost touching her anus and he sniffed and he sniffed and he sniffed. He felt as if his head was beginning to float away. He was fully away of his nose in the dancer's ass and the smell that was taking possession of him but he felt distant. It was as if his entire being had somehow been absorbed in the dancer's ass. He couldn't stop. He wanted to but he couldn't. He sniffed. He sniffed her butt. He filled his cells with the smell of her ass. He felt he was in love. He felt he might not ...