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Sniffing my asshole is one of my favorite- not so common kinks. I prefer to get sniffed outside of my clothes. I came across it unexpectedly back when I was a sophomore in high college. Being a wallflower, going by unnoticed truly. I wasn’t into make-up, more so into sports and dance. Boys barley looked my way, since I was such a tomboy.

At the time my parents owned a restaurant, and starting in 9th grade I started working. I had a routine, after college I’d have to walk straight to the restaurant which was about a mile and a half or so. Turns out a freishman from my biology lived behind the store, I’d see him often. He kinda reminded me of Eminem. White boy that was in between a stoner/gangster vibe. Many times I watched him be a dick to others, a bully almost and for some reason he’d at all times be nice to me.

We’d become “friends” eventually. One day our teacher says we gotta pick a partner bc we’re gonna “have babies” and determine what genes our kid would have based upon on our own. I buried myself in my seat, being so shy I wasn’t sure who’d want to partner up with me. Moments before the teacher finished the instructions David yelled kinda loud that he had dibs on me. I was burning, so embarrassed but in a way glad I had someone.

Later on, college was over we crossed paths. David rode his skateboard slowly next to me as we chatted. We came to a red light, when we look over to the dog park; “I wonder why dogs gotta sniff each other’s buttholes for?” I said. “Gotta check for quality.” he replied. We laughed, “I just don’t know how I’d feel if I got my butt sniffed ya know? Like what?”. “Let me sniff your crack then” he replied.

Shook to my core, I rarely get hit on let alone flirt I was too stunned to speak. “I don’t know..that’s odd.” We were then walking up to the restaurant, about to split. The look in his eyes became heavy, intense. I went most of my shift day dreaming of the possibility of being touched by someone for the first time. When I got home David had sent me a message on MySpace talking about how he also was thinking about it. He was serious.

Next day in biology I wanted to throw up, shit. I was so anxious, and once he showed up I just knew he was gonna say something. Our teacher directed us to go get our textbooks in the back of the class where we’d store them. Everyone cramming into one another, I felt a hand go straight towards my butthole. Rubbing it up and down. squeezing my little ass in his hand hard. Flustered, hott, and slightly wet I let myself. Smiling big, making sure he knew I was okay with it.

“Let’s hang out during lunch? Go to the skate park and chill under the shade?” he said. I agreed, and eventually met him at the park where we found a quiet secluded spot with shade. We sat down and talked, I laid on my stomach as he slowly started touching my thighs. I was a big girl compared to him he was skinny and tall. Somehow his hands covered my whole ass as he’d massage it, and spread my butt open. Moments later I felt a face buried in my crack. My body covered in chills, I actually had someone touching me sexually. Doing adults things to me, I was so turned on.

Laying still, relaxing myself so when he’d fondle me my ass would jiggle in his hands. Sniffing me harder and harder, I was starting to grind myself on him, backing it up on his face. Slowly getting up on all fours, looking back at him while holding his head against my ass. Mmm. Knowing we weren’t suppose to do that made me really horny. I let out a “Kiss it..” Without hesitation he slid my leggings down, making my bubble butt burst out. Light ripping noises as I bent myself over, he opened my ass and kissed my cheeks.

“Want me to kiss your hole?” he said almost taunting me. Because I was so horny I started pleading like the girls in the pornos. “Yes please, please. Kiss my brown hole Davey…” as I squeezed my own tits. I felt my ass open. So exposed and naked, knowing it’s being examined for sexual arousal. He kissed my butthole and I became weak. Scared I quickly I pulled my leggings up, lunch was almost over. So ecstatic going back to college knowing I was being a little slut at the park really stroked my ego. Becoming so confident, hoping it wasn’t the end of it.

Eventually, this would become a routine thing which I’d love to distribute but that’s another long story. Ass sniffing would then become a part of me. Now that I’m older knowing men love that shit, and it being musky means it’s better to them. I love nasty men, kinkier the better. I’ve become so embracive of it. If you can’t sniff my butthole you can’t have it baby.

NSFW: yes

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