Sex, Smells, Sweat and Stink

This is a story about being dirty and not just regular scents. Please do not read if smelly people gross you out lol.

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I'm not sure where my fixation on smells came from. I think I just have a very sensitive nose, so I've always loved sniffing things. And it's not always men and their bits; they don't always have to be dirty-- I do like pleasant smells, too. Flowerbomb by Viktor & Rolf is my favourite fragrance, and Chance Eau Fraiche by Chanel is a close second. I have different soaps and scents for different moods and activities. Different seasons and weathers demand a new scent as well.

Whatever the scent, it cannot drown out the natural human smell underneath. I will only ever squirt subtle sprays on my body because however lovely it might smell, I'm still a human and not a flower, and I would prefer to smell real. How a perfume lingers on your skin and mixes with the smell of your body is super important, too-- two different perfumes in identical bottles containing an identical concoction can have very different results for two different women. I find woody scents don't agree with my odour.

I really dislike food-scented perfumes. Perhaps with the exception of a light fruit, it makes me feel sick to smell like food. An ex-boyfriend of mine bought me an awful candyfloss perfume (I was still polite and said thank you), which made me want to vomit. And I hate, hate, hate when eating fries with ketchup, somehow, the tomato smell glues itself to your fingers, and you can smell rancid tomatoes on your hands for the rest of the day.

I also don't wear deodorant. Now, this isn't anything to do with my kink, and I'm going to ramble off into a conspiracy theory now, but I swear I don't get body odour any quicker than anyone else. It's the antiperspirant sprays that block up your pores and make them smell bad, and then, of course, you smell worse and need to buy more. I think the non-antiperspirant sprays are fine, but I don't bother with them.

I still remember the boys in my school coming into class having showered in cheap body spray, thinking they were seducing me when rather they were inducing an asthma attack. Some girls were equally as guilty; walking past, some groups had a cloud of noxious perfume following them, and it would literally make me cough and gag because it was so intense.

In those cases, no extra scent at all would be preferable. I live apart from my boyfriend, and when I go to visit him, I request that he not shower for a few days before he sees me because I adore his natural scent. Even in a non-sexual context, cuddling up on the sofa or in bed, it's so comforting to be able to smell him, even if he's a bit sweaty. I love falling asleep nuzzled in his armpit.

My boyfriend loves my scent, too. I will similarly skip showers when I know we'll be having sex. I'm very conscious of the way I smell. As far back as I can remember, I've had a weird habit of sniffing various parts of my body, and not always in a sexual context. I used to be very embarrassed by my odour, and I still am, but the shame and humiliation is a part of the pleasure, I think. Being exposed in my natural state, dirty and unwashed, is incredibly hot to me. Finding another person in that state, while they're gross and unclean, is very attractive to me as well. My boyfriend and I stink so much when we fuck-- I wish I could trap the smell that fills the room and lingers from our sex into a perfume bottle because it genuinely is so arousing to me.

A few years ago, there was a record hot summer in the UK that pushed London above forty degrees Celsius. Honestly, it was horribly uncomfortable. In the UK, most buildings don't have air conditioning because it's usually only one week of the year that would require it, so dry spinning fans are all I had to make do with. I was constantly sticky, sweaty and stinking. I would complain to my friends how much I hated the oppressive heat and how dirty and unclean I felt, but I secretly loved it-- it turned me on. My cunt secreted and trapped a perfect perfume of sweat and cum inside my panties. 

There was no need to hide secrets from my boyfriend because he knew I loved it. I arrived home from class that day a sweaty mess. I wore tennis shoes with short socks, track shorts, and a white crop top, and I soaked through every layer. My skin flushed pink and felt damp and clammy as I peeled off my clothes down to my underwear.

I retrieved my vibrator, hidden inside my bookshelf, and jumped onto my bed. My boyfriend was due to arrive soon, but I wanted to take some time to get started myself. After slipping my panties off, I inhaled the fabric, smelling the sharp, musky scent that my overheated pussy had been leaking all day. My visceral arousal and the coupled shame of being so unclean and slutty made me burn even hotter.

The squishing sound that usually takes me time to work up to sounded immediately as I wiped the flat of my hand over my pussy, covering my fingers and smearing my juice all over my crotch. I went straight to a high level on my vibrator rather than working up because I was already horny and prepped. As I toyed with my dirty cunt, I thought about my boyfriend coming in any second, covering me with his sweaty body and fucking me.

My father has caught me in a similarly compromising position before, laid out in bed, legs open and being pleasured by a vibrator. I felt horribly embarrassed, and I don't want to fuck my father, but it was also kinda hot to be caught like that. I find it hard to express normal sexual desire, so being caught at the height of my pleasure, by somehow I usually hide that part of myself from, is exhilarating as it is humiliating.

It wouldn't be on my own because I heard the sound of keys opening the front door and soon saw the sight of my boyfriend entering my bedroom. I'm sure he knew that we would be having sex, but I'm not sure he would have expected to see his girlfriend, a sweaty mess, splayed out on her bed, naked and cumming. I'm certain the smell of sex in the room would have been all the information he needed.

Our skin fused together with sweat as we kissed. His masculine stink intoxicated me just there as we made out naked, his sweat dripping off his hair, staining my body and my bed. I wriggled into his armpit and inhaled his smell, and for the first time, I felt the insatiable need to lick him there. Without thinking, I extended out my tongue and licked the stale, salty sweat that matted the coarse hair in the crevice. I loved it. I opened my lips and kissed him there until I replaced his sweat with my saliva.

He grabbed me by the shoulders and shoved me onto my back, pinning my arms down. Then, he moved down and kissed my pussy. He pushed his face-- nose, mouth and eyes-- into my opening, smelling, tasting and seeing up close my exposed, dirty arousal.

I was torn between a desire to give him a blowjob and letting him eat me out. The sight of his head between my legs while I was wet and stinky made my face burn, and it made me feel sexy.

He shifted up and kissed me on my mouth, letting me taste my own filth. I could smell my cunt on his breath and taste it on his lips.

He shifted again, this time sitting on my breasts, pinning me down and resting his cock on my lips, just below my nose. The tip of his head was wet and leaked above my top lip. The smell of his cock was overwhelming, and I lay there with my mouth wide open, begging to have it filled. He withdrew slightly and tapped the protruding head of his cock on my nose and lips, teasing me.

Without warning, he forced his penis inside my mouth, invading every one of my senses. Reflexively my lips tightened on his head, and I started licking, tasting his sweat and cum. He began thrusting in and out, touching the back of my throat with steady and soft strokes, creating guttural sounds from my mouth.

He shuffled back and positioned his cock in front of my opening. There was a moist squish as his mushroomed head pushed back my lips and entered me, stretching me to capacity. We clung to each other again, with sweat and cum, while he stroked himself in and out. I felt so full, and he hurt me in a pleasurable way.

He began increasing the pace, fucking me with more force, each thrust pushing deeper his leaking precum and each withdrawal pulling out with it fresh pussy juice. The pungent smell of sweat and sex and the soft slap of thighs on my ass, and a hard cock filling me became my whole world.

I adore it when I lose myself like this. When I drop 50IQ points and just become a sexual animal without thoughts-- just cum. Sometimes, I masturbate for hours so that I can feel this pleasurable stupidity, but getting fucked and having my senses overwhelmed is the fastest way to achieve this. When it's the smell of his cock, the taste of his cum and the feel of my pussy being violated, I feel a sense of freedom.

I could feel the twitching start, which was the signal that he was ready to cum. Before he could leave and cum in my mouth, I clutched his body closer, forcing his shaft deep inside me-- I wanted that cum in my pussy. It didn't take long for the spurts to fill my insides with warm sticky cum.

I love having our cum mixed like that. This is another embarrassing confession, but with my first boyfriend, I was so desperate for him to cum in my mouth-- I really wanted to taste cum properly, but I was also too shy to ask for it. He would cum inside my pussy anyway, and then I would slip off to the bathroom to "clean up", only to draw out his cum with my fingers to smell and taste. I still do that now, but I don't hide it. The thought of our bodily fluids mixed turns me on so much.

When I masturbate, I often think about that summer's day, and now I have it in words to read back and share. Also who knew writing could work up such a sweat?