Mona became so successful selling her sensually scented soiled under things to men that she had to quit her teaching job to keep up with the demand for her product. At first she’d sneak off to the teachers lounge every chance she could to masturbate in a pair for the many customers who’s preference it was for such care and handling. As orders piled in she took to masturbating at her desk during class. Her clitoris in one hand and grading papers with her infamous “Red pen for marking” in the other, it was evident she was having trouble keeping up with orders. Mona’s success came quickly. Who could have guessed? This is a story of a young girl who grew up self conscious of her pussie’s pungent odor and her curvy body, which was an exact likeness of the one depicted in Alexandre Cabanel’s painting “The Birth of Venus”—the pencil thin model craze left her feeling undesirable and lonely. But today no man wants to be in bed with a stick. Mona has come into her own, and come she does.
It is the early ought’s and a shy and demur Mona, not getting the attention the other girls received was given to compulsive masturbating and fantasizing. She would imagine lying on her back with her guardian angels hovering just above her in a field of tall soft grass and flowing with daisies. The mile long line of Adonis suitors standing and waiting patiently to service her gently wrapped around the mountain top. The warm sun and her skilled little fingers worked her clitoris with excursions into and out of her vagina. Each young man would approach Mona, bow and then kneel before her and then he would gently sniff her pudendum. That was all it took, one sniff of her magical aroma and he was as hard as wrought iron. He would then enter her soft and swelled and very wet pubis and make love to her and ejaculate in three or less thrusts. Ah! To be young again. Thus the mile long line!
In the early days pantie sniffing was reserved for the most perverse and deranged of sexual fetishists and social deviants. Like glue sniffers these men in wrinkled London Fog trench coats could be seen in the back alley ways in the seedy parts of town huffing from paper bags held tightly around their faceless faces. Girls selling their wares hawked them along side the prostitutes and wino’s of the city streets. But today, thanks to women like Nancy Pelosi, Alexandria Cortez and the likes of Elizabeth Warren a new “Equal Rights for Men” bill has passed legislation and dirty pantie sniffing, or simply “Huffing” is a respected and revered pastime here as in the far East. A note: The Clinton’s were instrumental in bringing the cum stained dress into acceptable vogue.
So now at twenty something she was still masturbating profusely and fantasizing continuously—Mona had to come up with something to keep up with her orders. Receiving cases of new panties, blanks—as she called them, weekly and with her pussy tender and swollen in a stroke of brilliance she started handing out the fresh unworn panties to the girls in her yoga class and to the girls down at the gym. “Remember! No swimming girls.” she’d say as they filed past her receiving the new blank she’d hand them, still folded and in it’s original packaging. Of course now she had the problem of maintaining the discriminating quality that made her dirty panties legendary world wide. This is where I come in.
I was born to sniff panties I told her. These were my first words ever to her. Five billion years of evolution rendered me an upright walking bipedal pussy smelling machine. Continuously searching like a bloodhound my head weaves from side to side as I walk down the bustling streets of Manhattan. I smell the good ones and the bad ones. I met Mona from two blocks away, long before I actually saw her, she was upwind and the traffic was light that day as was the hot New York City air. She was a good one, the best I have ever smelled. So good I did not eat for a week after that encounter—I just masturbated continuously to thoughts of her scent. I was born to stink ’em up she told me.
I am now the Executive Director of Quality Assurance down at the “Plant” as we call it and I have hand picked a team of smelling experts to meet the demands of Mona’s customers which number in the millions. Did you know her subsidiary division “Mona’s Botanicals” sells sex lubes and aphrodisiacs to adult shops world wide and exports five shipping containers of Mona’s Select Soiled products a day to Japan alone. I used to work long hours in the “Smelling Room” but through hard work and diligence I worked my way to the top. Today Mona and I spend spend most of our time in the executive offices—the top four floors of the fifty five story “Mona’s Bouquet Ltd” building located on the fashionable Fifth Avenue in New York City. We sixty-nine each other for hours non-stop, gently slurping and sniffing and licking each others genitals like new born puppies, pausing only to drink champagne and eat caviar and all the while giggling and kissing.
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