The Scent of Erotic Desire

THE SCENT OF EROTIC DESIRE

Claude Deneuve was not a memorable person.

If one were to pass him in the street or even sit next to him on a train they would not find him interesting enough to even start a conversation beyond “Hello” “Goodbye” “Excuse me” and a simple “thank you”.

Claude had only one special skill that set him apart from the millions of French citizens that populated the City of Love. He was absolutely irreplaceable to the firm of Beauchamp, DeLorean and Sons, Ltd, purveyors of fine perfumes formulated in the basement of the mysterious Doctor Henri Bordeau.

Claude was a “Nose man”.

He was not a Norseman or Norman or a Noisy man.

He was just a simple “nose man” with the ability to pinpoint the ingredients of any formula or special concoction in a matter of seconds. His nose was famous in the perfume trade. Only a weird Russian Orthodox priest from Vladivostok possessed similar abilities and he was only lent out for projects of extremely short duration. The man’s consumption of vodka was the lore of many stories, mostly untrue.

Claude was divorced from his wife of 22 years.

It was not a friendly divorce. Claude had discerned the scent of cured leather hanging sensuously from his wife’s private parts on more than one occasion and he was able to identify it as the key material used by the designer handbag maker Simon De Gaulle. He confirmed his suspicion by dropping by the De Gaulle Studios on a rainy Friday afternoon. The scent was strong on all the work benches causing poor Claude to almost gag on the aroma overkill. A quick peek into the back room revealed Claude’s wife Fifi bent over the large work table with Simon’s sizeable set of tools giving her fully stretched slit a complete tune up from behind. The leather was already stained with the sticky juice of Fifi’s copious emissions.

Claude realized the combination of the leather material and Simon’s reliance on an inexpensive American brand cologne led him to this exact spot.

His highly developed olfactory sense was a curse as well as a blessing.

His newest assignment was to attend some fashion week parties and discover the most favored scents of the rich and famous; then his firm would duplicate the secret formulas to offer the preferred scents to the masses. In a sense, it was a form of industrial espionage, but only in the most discreet of ways and difficult to pinpoint even if suspicion was aroused.

Claude was preparing to leave for the first party when his daughter Dominique came down the stairs in a short dress with some dangerous cleavage visible on top. It was not the dress that dismayed him; it was the liberal dosing of her female parts with her mother’s expensive perfume that filled him with fears of her endangered virginity. The exotic scents wafted up from beneath her dress with an age old lure of perfume and female heat blended into irresistible signals of unfulfilled sexual desire.

As a father he wanted to restrict her to her room, but as a man he realized it would be to no avail. He kissed her on the forehead and told her,

“Watch out for those boys and be very careful!”

As soon as Claude entered the main ballroom of the party, he was met with a wall of female scents. He could smell young pussy and old pussy. He could discern which of the females had sex recently and which ones were long dormant. Sometimes the secrets his nose told him surprised him and convinced him you could never “tell a book by its cover”.

There were four dominant perfume scents that seemed to be used by about 90% of the females present. There were a few oddball scents that he took longer to analyze but he soon had them all figured out.

One young girl gave off a scent of fresh clean pussy untouched by any perfume scent. It was so strange that he approached her and asked her for a dance so he could inhale her up real close and personal. The girl was in her mid-twenties and hesitated before accepting his request to dance. Claude assumed it was because he was obviously in his forties and a generation older. The girl’s lithe body molded into his and he inhaled her essence. It was absolutely intoxicating. He didn’t even know this pretty girl’s name and he had fallen in love with her scent already.

While they danced he introduced himself and found out that she was the daughter of the host, the honorable Renee Dupassant. Judge Dupassant to be more precise. Her name was Bridget and she laughed with a bright chuckle when he mispronounced it more than once.

Claude was unable to deter his normally passive member from noticeably rising as he rubbed sensuously up close to the young girl’s body. They swayed slowly in the middle of the dance floor and he was entranced at the way her soft legs trapped his member between them. Somehow, she was able to stroke his engorged cock with her legs as they danced innocently on the crowded floor. He was almost on the verge of spurting out his seeds when he distinctly inhaled the full glorious scent of aroused female emissions from the young girl in his arms. She might look innocent and appear like butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth but this girl was trembling with erotic desire in his arms.

They sat on a discreet love seat near the open door patio to get some fresh air. His curiosity was so aroused that he asked the sweet Bridget if she had a scent that she favored. The young girl blushed and whispered in his ear,

“I couldn’t find my last bottle of Paris number 9, so I only used good old soap and water. I hope I don’t offend you with my lack of perfume.”

Claude laughed and confided in Bridget that he found her “au natural” scent delightful. It was, after all, the simple truth. They toured the family gallery and she pulled him into an alcove allowing him to cup and explore her tender breast. The taste of her nipple was so exciting that he felt the ooze of pre-cum saturate his boxer shorts.

When two older women moved down the corridor, they pulled apart and they pretended to be studying the inscription on one of the paintings on the wall. He could tell from the smile on the younger woman’s face they were not fooling anyone.

Here he was, on a special assignment at an expensive party, and all he could think about was finding a place to flip this girl’s dress up from behind and slide his cock into her fresh pussy doggy style. He looked down into Bridget’s eyes and she saw a reflection of his hunger there as well.

Bridget looked over her shoulder to make sure no one was looking and quickly opened the door to a darkened library.

“In here, Mr. Claude, we can go behind the tapestry in case anyone sticks their head in the door. Should I bend over for your entry, Sir?”

Claude kissed Bridget on her eyes, her nose, and finally, her lush and ruby lips. He turned her away from his body and pushed up her ankle length dress. Her beautiful heart-shaped ass was like a delectable target of opportunity for his rampant cock. Quickly he hooked his fingers in her modest panties and pulled them out of the way of his plunging cock. Her lovely slit was wet and wide open for his impalement.

Bridget put her knuckle between her teeth to keep from crying out.

He looked at her beautiful brown hole and vowed he would save that treat for another day.

The clutching walls of Bridget’s vagina held his cock in tender imprisonment. He could hear her pussy squishing each time he pushed his tool in deep and felt her juices run down both their legs as she whimpered her heartfelt appreciation for his ministrations.

The scent rising from their copulation was so delicious that Claude sprayed the inside of the lovely Bridget’s vagina with long ribbons of sticky white cream. Being fairly inexperienced the young girl trembled in his arms and begged him to please continue. As he was a sensible man and never one to pass up a golden opportunity, Claude used his saliva to lubricate the panting girl’s posterior. He paid particular attention to her pulsating brown hole that appeared to have some very virginal qualities. The musky scent arising from the quivering brown hole was decidedly innocent and yet opening in anticipation of his entry. Because of her age and lack of social skills, Claude surmised it was due to the use of some implement hidden in her bedroom or even the release granted by some household servant or a devious relative under the guise of instructing her about the wiles of dissolute males.

In any event, Bridget moved her pretty bottom in an erotic dance of pure sexual pleasure as he probed her delightful tight rectal channel with deep and determined thrusts. One of her small sized breasts popped right out of her evening gown and swung sensuously in front of his face. When he twisted her tender little nipple, Bridget howled and then bit down on the tapestry to maintain her resolute silence in the cold, dark room unused to the sounds of cleaving couples. Only maids and horny butlers had taken advantage of its isolation to snatch a taste of paradise at work.

He promised Bridget to speak to her Father about the possibility of a union as the poor girl was desperate to escape the boredom of her virtual imprisonment. She promised him fidelity in return for the freedom to study, meet other people, and become the butterfly of society she felt destined to be.

With the scent of her “au natural” pussy fresh in his nostrils, Claude figured it was the best offer he would receive at his age and possessed of somewhat unattractive facial characteristics. He agreed readily and pictured many nights of sleeping next to the source of his unscented pleasure.

He was seated in the front parlor at home ready to relay the news to his beautiful daughter. She entered the small room and he was immediately struck with the scent of a pussy well exercised and sprinkled with the copious loads of not only one man but two separate and distinct spoors of male seeds mixed vigorously into innocent female juices. Even the covering scent of his ex-wife’s perfume could hide the frenzied nature of the mixture. The rosy cheeks of his little darling betrayed her excitement and he realized his beautiful daughter Dominique was no longer a budding flower of femininity but a blossom of delightful female scents.

It was scent so powerful that it would entice even the most recalcitrant of males to insert their long stinging noses and suck her scented pollen deep inside.

He kept silent about his pending wedding plans and looked into her happy eyes. This moment was for her alone to enjoy.