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Scent

The silver fox got out of the late model car, buttoned her dark blue suit, adjusted her tie and wiped her glasses with the white handkerchief she kept in her pocket. She picked up her briefcase and walked to the door with her head held high. She rang the bell, but it did not ring. She repeated the procedure. Nothing. Then knocked on the door three times, a splinter stuck in her finger. 'Ouch', she complained as she wiggled her hand and pulled the splinter out with her teeth. "What kind of a house is this?" she thought as he analyzed the overgrown, yellow grass and the dry plants with horror. For a moment she thought about running away, but the door opened and her fantasy was thwarted. A doberman in torn shorts and nothing else was staring at her, his head cocked to one side and his eyes listless.

"Good morning," she checked the name in her address book, "Mr. Greenfield. My name is Veranika Lebresk and I come on behalf of the association..."

"The accountee?" he interrupted, scratching his butt.

"Accountant, yes."

"Oh. Come in."

The floor was a bit sticky. The doberman invited her to sit on the couch, but she preferred the wicker chair. Before he heard her, he went to the kitchen and called:

"I have no water, only beer. Would you like some?"

"Uhh, no thanks, I'm not thirsty."

He returned with a can in his hand and opened it after lying down on the couch. The house looked kinda dirty, but for a moment Veranika imagined something much worse. There was even a certain intricate order to the scattered objects. Many of them were books. Some of them open, others with various markings, such as bills, transportation tickets, or electricity bills. Veránika's toc twitched with every corner she saw, so she focused on the papers.

"Regarding the opening clause you requested, the board has evaluated..."

"I'm sorry," he interrupted again. "It's been seven days since the water pipe broke and they still haven't come to fix it. I don't have any water to give you, in this heat.... Boy, am I sweating."

That would explain the dry plants and burned grass. Also the sticky floor. But most of all, it explained the strong smell emanating from his body. It was unbearable. Veranika tried to breathe through her mouth without making it obvious.

"Don't worry. The services, right? Anyway, as for the clause..."

She couldn't concentrate, the smell was invasive, it penetrated her nostrils without permission, even though she tried to close them. She kept babbling boring accounting words while sniffing hard at every opportunity. But if she hated the smell, why did she keep looking for it? Her breathing became more and more agitated. And she was hot...

"Excuse me, sir, could I go to the bathroom?"

"Yes, but remember, there's no water. I have a bucket by the toilet. This way."

She closed the door, unbuckled her belt, pulled down her pants and underwear and saw in them the stain. She was wet. "I'm turned on!" she thought, "I'm turned on by this?!" It was the first time this had ever happened to her. She looked at herself in the mirror. "No, I have to concentrate. Vera, come to your senses, be professional."

She left the bathroom and returned to the chair.

"Are you all right? You're as red as a tomato."

"Yes, sorry, let's continue."

The client raised an arm to stop a bead of sweat from falling from his forehead. A wave of scent hit her lowest instincts. She felt her nipples erect, as if they would pierce her shirt. She tossed the notebook aside, next to the marked books, and walked over to him.

"Um, what's wrong?"

Vera sniffed him like a predator would its prey. She wagged her silver tail excitedly. First she sniffed his chest, then her nose went to his left armpit. He lifted her arm. It was intoxicating, horrible, but irresistible. She stopped thinking, moved on impulse, on instinct. And that led her to lick it. The taste was very salty, like swallowing water straight from a salt mine or the Dead Sea. But she couldn't stop. The client laughed out loud. Then he pulled her apart for a moment, looked into her eyes and smiled mischievously.

"I didn't think you were such an uptight slut. There's more to lick, treat yourself."

Vera pushed his hands away and continued to lick his chest. She moved down to one of his dark gray nipples, then to the other. And little by little she went down.... She went past his navel - God, that was something incredible! And further down. All the way down to his pelvis. Right down to where his pants were interfering. Without a second thought, she slowly pulled them off, slowly revealing the secrets of his male body. She saw his sheath and those two huge balls. The client lifted his leg and placed his foot under her crotch, she began to rub herself while slowly licking the space separating the balls from the penis. The smell... the scent emanating from inside her vagina was a thousand times stronger than that of the armpits. Vera felt drugged by it. The tip of his lipstick shyly peeked out and dropped a drop of pre. She began to lick it off as if it were the most horrible, yet most delicious ice cream she had ever tasted. She circled the sheath with her mouth as she slid her tongue inside, helping the penis out of its prison of skin. She felt it further and further inside, all the way down her throat. Then she pulled it out and coughed. The penis was throbbing hard, but it wasn't all out yet. She went down to his balls and licked them as well. They wouldn't fit in her mouth, try as she might, but they tasted good anyway. And she went lower and lower, down to his anus, oh my, another delicacy. She massaged it voraciously with her tongue. The client gasped and sighed. Every now and then she pulled back and watched as the anus winked and the pre-cum shot out in big, heavy, clear drops that she caught in her mouth. She rubbed faster and faster. Her pants were getting wet. She looked at her crotch and noticed it and said:

"I am a very dirty fox."

She said this worriedly, but the doberman caressed her vagina again with his foot and said:

"Yes you are, you are very dirty. Come on, you dirty little fox, finish what you started."

The doberman put a hand under her muzzle and guided her to his penis. Before Vera continued, the knot finally appeared, now that it was all out, it looked huge. And the veins stood out with every pulsation and leak of pre. Vera placed her hands on either side of his hips and sucked him hard, deeper and deeper, while her mouth made a glup, glup, glup! The doberman grabbed her head with both hands and shoved his cock in as far as he could before he sighed and sent every thick, smelly milliliter of cum straight into her stomach. Vera pushed him away and got down on all fours, spitting reflexively. She savored what was left in her mouth, showed it to the doberman, winked and swallowed. His lipstick rose again.

Vera took off her clothes, lay on the couch on top of him and guided his dick into her wet coockie with her hand. She was so wet that it entered without difficulty. She wrapped her arms around his neck, sniffed him again, kissed him on the mouth and began to bounce her hips. Plap, plap, plap!

"Fuck yeah, don't stop, faster, faster!" Said the doberman.

Vera increased the speed. The doberman looked her in the eyes, determined, grabbed her legs and rammed her with his hips at an unreal speed. Vera could not think. A few minutes later, the doberman pushed his knot in and came again. The knot had bloated, as it usually does with dogs, so they would be stuck together for a while.

"Oh, shit... huh, huh," the doberman said, trying to catch his breath. "Since we're going to be here for a while, we might as well finish these papers."

"Mmm, no. I'd rather come back another day. Right now I just want to sniff you some more."

The doberman smiled and lifted his arm. Vera stuck her nose into his armpit again.

"13-137-552. That's my number. Let me know before you visit so I can sweat a little."

Vera laughed and fell asleep, snuggled against his aromatic chest.