1. WKRP: Serving Loni's Ass


    Date: 7/23/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Anal, Boy, Domination/submission, Extreme, Female Domination, Humiliation, Job/Place-of-work, Male/Female, Scatology, Teen Male / Female, Author: byronnnn, Rating: 61.5, Source: sexstories.com

    smell. Alexander, you must smell me. You must smell my ass. And, you must tell me you love it even if you hate it. Do you understand?" "Wh . . . ." "Smell, Alexander. It's about smell. You can't worship my ass if you don't love the smell or at least tell me that you do." Smell . . . Smell her ass? What? "I don't mean just one little sniff. I mean, S-M-E-L-L me. Will you?" She described the details of how it would be done, the position, the placement of my nose, the manner of sniffing. She got on the bed and she dropped to her elbows and knees. With her back slightly arched, and her ass spread, the darkness of her cavern could be seen through her light blue gossamer panties. Her index finger pointed directly to the center of her pantied bottom and she said, "Sniff Alexander! Smell me! Put your nose right in that 'pocket' and sniff my butt! Do it. Do it! Sniff my butt!" I couldn't believe it, but I pushed my face forward and I watched the image of her rear-end enlarge as my face neared. I brought my nose to the crux of her spread ass and I pushed into that open pocket. I didn't push in far, just slightly into that pocket of tented air and I . . . I sniffed. I sniffed her butt. The very thought was so nasty. Smelling someone's ass? It was so dark and wicked and depraved. It smelled so anal-like yet with some kind of co-mingled sweetness of femininity. "Smell, Alexander! Smell. Mmmmm" Her voice sounded dreamy. There was something about it, something I couldn't explain. It ...
    smelled awful, but it was drawing me in. Like being addicted to something offensive yet craving it all-the-more. The stink somehow pulled my nose back in and I sniffed her butt again and again! What the fuck was wrong with me? It was filthy and nasty yet I had to have it. And, something that stimulated me immensely was that I was . . . I was sniffing Loni! I was sniffing Loni Anderson's butt! "Well," Loni said, "you are into it, now aren't you? Just sniffing up a storm. You love it, don't you? Tell me! Convince me!" I couldn't stop smelling her. "Yes Loni. it . . . (s-n-i-f-f-f-f-f) smells better than anything!" Maybe other men were all more manly and cool than me, but I was the one who was with her so that made me better. I was experiencing something almost no other man would experience. I was smelling her most private and intimate smell! She had chosen ME to sniff her butt and not others! Until then, I had thought that kissing her ass was the ultimate, but smelling it was a thousand times greater. I just could not get enough! The next few times we were together, I kissed her ass and after I begged satisfactorily, she let me sniff her butt and I did so like some rabid, infected animal. When she hadn't invited my face to her ass for a few days, desperation got the better of me. At the end of one workday, I waited for everyone to leave and I meandered to Loni's desk and I knelt beside it and I put my face on her seat and I sniffed. I sniffed her chair. Okay, I know that's weird, but ...
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