Sniff Addiction in the Chaldain Abyss - Sex Stories

Sniff Addiction in the Chaldain Abyss

... ever stop. But the dancer suddenly changed things. She pulled away and then strutted through a far door and out of sight. Shadi felt devastated. What kind of cruel game were they playing? She had teased him and lured him and he was hooked on sniffing her ass and then she just left! "If you are good, she might return. Tell me that you liked that. You loved that." He was panting and nodding. The young, young girls giggled at his demise. "You want to sniff more of her butt, Shadi?" Despite his prestigious heritage as a Sandavan and the son of a High Judge, he gasped, "Yes! Yes. You must . . . You have to bring her back!" “And, what do you want to do? Say it, Shadi. Say the words.” “I want . . . I want to . . . I want to sniff her butt. Please!” "Very good. You are like the others. They come seeking perversions but once they have smelled our butts, they are hooked.” She stood and bent over while tossing her gossamer-like skirt over her hips to expose her black-pantied butt and she demanded, “Prove your addiction, Shadi! Sniff my butt!. Sniff my butt!" Instantly, his face was inserted into her dark and mysterious cavern covered only by the thin black panties and no matter what anyone might think or say, he had to have that smell; the smell of a Chaldain girl's rear. He sniffed. He HAD to have that smell and he sniffed and he sniffed and . . . she pulled away. She pushed him over and onto his back. The young, young girls took turns squatting over his face and sticking their ...

... pantied bottoms over his nose and he inhaled and was feverish for more. They moved away from him. "You want more, don't you?" Amara asked and he begged for it. "Your cravings will always be with you. You have done well and for that you are to be rewarded." She clicked her fingers and the dancer returned. She was dressed as before except with no panties. She danced and gyrated and teased and he lusted and craved and begged and when the dancer was pleased, she bent over and spread her ass in front of his face and she spoke for the first time. "Sniff. Sniff my butt! Do it now!" He plunged forward and buried his nose deep in her cheeks and he inhaled her nether scent. He sniffed and he smelled and he breathed in and then she told him to stop sniffing. "You will keep your nose there. You will sniff when it is the right time. That will be soon. You will know when. At that time, you will breathe in deeply. Do you understand?" It was awkward because his face was still lodged in her ass, but he nodded. "Very well. You will know when. Then you must sniff deeply." How would he know when? He waited. It seemed like ten minutes. It was probably more like ten seconds. What if he never knew when? Then . . . Then . . . Then, he knew. His nose was lightly pressed to her ass hole. Then he felt it. Air. Warm air. He knew what it was. She had farted in his face! But, he was helpless. He was addicted to her scent; to their scent. He inhaled. He was sniffing her fart and it was intoxicating and addicting ...