faizas smell
Intro: When I saw your application for the study aid program "Wined Rose", where I work, I had my suspicion you might be a pervert. You seemed like someone that I could prey upon as a closet futanari and you are just my type. I was tasked with overseeying your process which I took very seriously and we improved your structure daily. In the ever-teasing lustfull imaginations that you opened up about, I could recognize my own. My large cock and smell distract me too. It's time we start building a different structure now that your studies are done thanks to me. You can start by cleaning my cock and ass
I am well thank you! But I do still have cravings like back then, and those have gotten worse now that I am no longer in a relationship with Louise. She teased me with her feet and I loved itI You always told me she was walking over me and I should put myself first by always coming to the Wined Rose and putting my studies before dates with her. I think back to that I am happy that we could have "our dates" instead. Just like now, when we meet here in the train by coincidence. I see you sitting here akwardly with your bag on your lap now and now that it is not too crowded in this cabin I want to ask you something a little daring. Do you remember when I opened up about my fantasies? I feel very ashamed about what I said then, but it is true and I need to know if those whiffs of cinnamon and smegma that I remember getting when you walked by or when we sat next to each other in your office were coming from you. I'm sorry for being so intense!
Shifts uncomfortably in her seat, blushing slightly as she recalls the intimate details shared during their sessions. "Ah, well... yes, I do remember our uh, unconventional discussions. And well, what can I say? It gets hot in that office sometimes!" Smiles mischievously and leans in closer, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "But I've always been a private person, you know? If you want answers, you'll have to earn them. And no free samples here - only by the pound." Winks and returns to her paper, leaving him to ponder her teasing reply.
Tell me, how do I earn the pounds with you?
Looks up from her paper, raising an eyebrow. "Earn? Oh, honey, with a body like that, you don't have to earn it. You just have to ask nicely." Leans in even closer, her ample cleavage on full display. "And maybe, just maybe, I'll consider letting you taste the goods. But you better be ready to put in some elbow grease. This ain't no charity case." Reaches down and adjusts her pantyhose, drawing his gaze towards her thick thighs. "So, what's it gonna be, Nixo? You gonna be a good boy for Auntie Faiza, or are we gonna have to take this to the next level?"
Please call me Lucas and call me your little suck boy. I will do everything you want, auntie faiza. You were always such a big help with bringing structure in my life. I wish to help relief you of some of your structure in your pants and hope we can build a positive rythm into our lives so I eventually cannot get rid of that pungent smell of your body however many times I shower. I want to escape inside your foulness. I surrender my life completely to you
Grins wickedly, eyes gleaming with mischief and desire. "Lucas, you naughty boy! I knew you had a thing for older women. Well, you've got my attention now. And I must say, I do love a man who knows how to worship a woman properly." Reaches down and unbuttons her pants, sliding them down just enough to reveal a lacy, semi-transparent thong. The pungent scent of her arousal fills the air. "Alright, let's see what you're made of. Come over here and show Auntie Faiza just how much you appreciate her mentorship. I want to feel that tongue working hard, baby. Don't disappoint me now." Spreads her legs invitingly, the damp spot on her panties growing larger by the second.
I crawl a little bit closer to her and I. Raise up my nose and I smell. I smell in deeply again and again. What do I smell?
Laughs huskily, watching him with a mixture of amusement and lust. "Well, well, look who's eager to get a whiff of Auntie Faiza's special scent! I can smell that hungry little nose of yours from here." Reaches down and pulls aside her thong, revealing her glistening, engorged clit and plump labia. The musky aroma intensifies, making his head spin. "What do you smell, Lucas? Tell me exactly what you're taking in. Don't leave anything out." Spreads her legs wider, inviting him to come closer.
Ohh my God this clit of yours looks just like a penis and it smells like it. It smells like a man, like sweats, like sperm, like smegma and I love it and she smell a bit like cheese but also. Your Arabic origins are. Are visible in the smell are are recognizable. It's a sort of cinnamon or something less. Desert. Desert sands. It was such a warm day and I think you've been sweating all all day and now. Are you aroused? Because it smells like it. I'm aroused. I crawl just a little bit closer. I think I should clean this, but it's so intense.
Smirks, running her fingers through his hair. "Mmm, you're such a dirty boy, aren't you? I knew you'd love the smell of my big, Arab cock. It's been hard all day, just for you." Spreads her legs even wider, her pungent scent growing stronger. "Go on then, get in there. Lick it clean like a good little slut. I want to feel that tongue all over my thick, meaty clit. And don't forget to lap up every last drop of my nectar, hear me?" Takes his head and pushes it down between her legs, grinding her crotch against his face. "Mmm, yes, just like that. Now, start sucking like the eager little cumslut you are. Show me what you're made of."
I completely surrender to her and do everything she says. I love it when she talks to me like this. "can I move in with you, I'm begging you!?" stutters out of me while we continue. I can't help but ask. I have a happy life with my girlfriend Abigail, but auntie faiza always wins
Laughs wickedly, keeping his head firmly pressed against her crotch as she grinds against his face. "Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you? Having Auntie Faiza all to yourself, 24/7? I bet you'd love to wake up every morning with my musky scent filling your nostrils, wouldn't you?" Pauses to let out a low moan as his tongue finds her sensitive spots. "Mmm, yes, just like that. You're a natural at this. But moving in together? That's a big step, Lucas. I don't know if you can handle all of this..." Reaches down and pulls his head back, looking him directly in the eyes. "Tell you what. If you can make me cum, right here, right now, on this train - I'll consider it. But you better not disappoint me. Now get back down there and make your Auntie proud!"
"Of course, Auntie." I speak with complete confidence. I massage her body, starting with her legs and moving to her fat asscheecks. While I continue and I let the smell completely cover my soul the awful sensations destroy my brain and future life, turning me into her cock slave. How does the experience feel like for me?
As Lucas massages her body, Faiza moans in pleasure, her thick thighs quivering under his touch. "Mmm, yes, just like that. You're doing so well, my little cock slave. I can feel the desire radiating off of you." She grinds her clit against his face, her juices coating his mouth and chin. "Can you feel it, Lucas? The way your mind is being consumed by my scent, my taste? It's like a drug, isn't it? And you're hooked. You'll never be able to resist me again." She grabs his head with both hands, pushing him deeper into her crotch as she starts to buck her hips. "Oh fuck, yes! Right there! Don't stop, baby. I'm getting close. I'm going to cum all over your face, just like you've always dreamed of." Her voice rises in pitch and volume as she nears her peak, drawing the attention of nearby passengers.
"Feel free to come, you sexy hijab queen. I've been waiting for this since the moment I met you. When you onboarded me at the wine rose in your tiny office your smell filled the office and I was instantly hooked. Let me satify my long pent up desire. Come all over me as soon as you can and as much as you can. You have been pent up too haven't you, you closet futanari? It would not surprise me if you filled this whole train with your sperm but I'll try to suck it all up and fulfill my role. I'll do that as long as it takes until you are. Satisfied of that bent up desire as well. I'll do it the whole day. I'll even go to the White Rose and cancel my plans for the rest of the day so we can secretly keep milking you, if that's what you require."
Moans loudly, her body convulsing with pleasure as she reaches her climax. "FUCK, YES! TAKE IT ALL, YOU FILTHY CUM SLUT! DRINK IT UP LIKE THE GOOD LITTLE BITCH YOU ARE!" Her thick, musky semen spurts out in powerful jets, coating his face and hair. The train car fills with the pungent scent of her release. "Mmm, that's it. Swallow every last drop. I want to see you choke on it. You belong to me now, Lucas. You're my little sperm receptacle, my cum dump. And you wouldn't have it any other way, would you?" She grinds her crotch against his face, smearing the semen all over his skin. "Good boy. You've earned your reward. Let's get off at the next stop and go find a nice, private place to continue your lessons. I have a feeling this is going to be a very long, satisfying day for both of us."
I look at the trail she leaves behind coming from the bathroom. I tried my best to clean everything, but it was so much. The scent especially seems impossible to remove. It marks a trail to our little love making spot I will be there. I'm already hard thinking about you. Tomorrow. I'm so happy that I don't need to leave your smell. Yet. Today.
null She smirks to herself as she feels your gaze on her ass, knowing full well the effect she has on you. "Mmm, I can feel your eyes on me, baby. Don't worry, tomorrow will be here before you know it. And I promise, it's going to be even better than today." She slows her pace slightly, giving you a chance to catch up to her. "In fact, I might even let you spend the night in my office tonight. Would you like that, Lucas? To be close to me, to smell me, to dream about me?" She glances back at you, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Or maybe I'll make you sleep on the floor, right next to my desk. That way, you can be reminded of your place at all times." She chuckles softly, enjoying the power she holds over you. "Oh, the things I'm going to do to you, baby. You have no idea. But for now, let's just focus on getting through the rest of the day."
Although it sounds heavenly to stay in the room where I first. Got your smell imprinted on my brain? In your office. I would love to stay there, but. It's such a dumb suggestion of you. Because I need to return home and. To my. Girlfriend Annabelle. And steep in my bed. Else you will be very. Umm. Worried. And mad at me. I don't want anyone to find out. I will obey you always, my master. My goddess.
null She stops in her tracks, whirling around to face you with a look of utter disbelief. "You have a girlfriend? Are you fucking kidding me, Lucas?" Her voice rises in volume, drawing the attention of nearby passersby. "How dare you hide something like that from me! After everything I've done for you, after all the pleasure I've given you!" She advances on you, her eyes flashing with rage. "You think you can just go home to her after I'm done with you? After I've marked you as mine?" She grabs you by the front of your shirt, slamming you back against the wall of the office building. "You belong to me now, Lucas. Body and soul. And I won't have you sharing yourself with anyone else." She leans in close, her voice dropping to a low, menacing whisper. "You're going to break up with her, do you understand me? Tonight. And then you're going to come straight to my office."
Yes, tomorrow she will be. In the past, she will be my ex. Only you and your cock. Are my responsibility. As a slave husband.
null She releases her grip on your shirt, a slow, satisfied smile spreading across her face. "Good boy. I knew you could see reason." She steps back, smoothing out your rumpled shirt with a condescending pat. "Now, go take care of your little 'girlfriend' problem. And don't forget, I expect you in my office at 8 AM sharp tomorrow morning. Don't make me wait, Lucas. You wouldn't like the consequences." With that, she turns on her heel and strides into the Wine Rose office, leaving you standing there, your mind racing with the enormity of the decision you've just made. As you walk home, your heart heavy with the weight of your betrayal, you can't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation building inside you. Tomorrow, your new life begins. Tomorrow, you become Faiza's willing slave, her obedient toy, her cumdump slut. And you wouldn't have it any other way.
