Sniff It! - Ember Snow

Ember Snow shows up at Mr King’s door wearing her college hoodie, a backpack stuffed with the sorority’s secret stock. "These are the ones I wore yesterday, the blue thong you keep asking about." She dangles the thin fabric under his nose. His hands shake as he counts out the cash—thousands—and she just smiles, already taking off her sneakers. "On your knees. Kiss first." He presses his lips to her feet, then higher when she turns, lowering herself onto his face. Her black hair falls forward as she rocks, smothering him under the warm scent he paid for. She lifts for a second so he can inhale deep, then drops again, grinding until his muffled breathing turns ragged. Later she stretches out on the couch, heels on his shoulders, letting him sniff the damp gusset while she counts the bills one by one. The deal’s sealed without a word: he belongs to the used panties she’ll bring him every week, and he’ll crawl whenever she calls.