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Smelling Maria 
by SS Stevens (sstevens@omnifest.uwm.edu)

***

A couple of hospital works begin an affair, one not 
knowing that the other was into bondism and smell 
fetishes. (MF, cheat, rom, bd, fetish)

***

Mara was new to the intensive care unit where she worked 
as a nurse. She was beautiful, a cross between Victoria 
Principle and Jane Seymour. Her hair was usually in a 
bun, though when outside of the hospital environment, 
her hair flowed with waves. 

We initially only made eye contact and combined it with 
a special smile that said volumes. Eventually we spoke. 
She was married, though was quick to add that it was not 
a happy union. Her husband was a rock-and-roll musician 
who had caught her attention during a phase in her life, 
but as she matured, they no longer had the chemistry she 
once sensed. She was quick to add that they hadn't been 
intimate with him in months, and I quickly offered my 
condolences. 

The volley of flirtations continued for a week before I 
requested her presence at my apartment, which she 
instantly accepted.

**

I had given her directions, but had an oil lantern set 
atop my car as a beacon. I spotted her sporty Nissan a 
few blocks away, and watched it as she pulled into the 
parking lot. The car door opened and she was met with a 
single, long-stem rose. 

She wore faded jeans which highlighted her ass like her 
scrubs never did and her blouse did the same for her 
perfect-sized breasts. She commented on how long it had 
been since she received a rose, and I again offered my 
condolences. We entered the apartment which was lit by 
dozens of scented candles. Kitaro played softly in the 
background. I opened a cold bottle of spumante and 
tossed some crab-legs into a pot of near-boiling water. 
I thanked her for coming, and promised an enjoyable 
evening. 

We sipped the sparkling wine and ate the crab which had 
sacrificed its life for our pleasure. The conversation 
stalled and I reached in to her face with mine and very 
softly kissed her lips. I stood up from the couch, held 
her hand, and brought her into my bedroom. 

The room was also lit by candles, though not quite as 
brightly as was the previous room. We kissed at the foot 
of the waterbed, I gently stoked her face and said 
"trust me".

Slowly I unbuttoned her blouse which exposed an aqua-
blue bra, secured by a clasp in the front. My lips 
traveled from her cheek and down her neck. I found an 
area just above her cleavage which she had obviously 
dabbed a bit of perfume. It could have easily been pure 
pheromones. My heart pounded from within my chest and my 
hands trembled as I pushed her blouse off her shoulders 
and it fell to the floor. 

Her breathing became heavier and I could hear her heart 
beat. I sat on the bed and grabbing her hand, pulled her 
down toward me. I retrieved a marijuana cigarette from a 
drawer in the mirrored headboard and we smoked it 
together. Kitaro continued to play through speakers 
wired into the bedroom. 

I arose from the bed and went to my closet, returning 
with a silk handkerchief from one of my suit coats. I 
secured it over her eyes and lay her down in the middle 
of the bed. In a drawer of the pedestal I had a set of 
restraints which were discreetly removed from the 
hospital and I attached one to each wrist. The ends tied 
easily to the frame. I again caressed her face and asked 
if she was okay. She smiled, slightly, and said she was 
a little scared. To this, I responded "good".

It was time for a change of music. Prince's Purple Rain 
seemed appropriate for what I had in mind for her, and I 
placed the disc into the player. I returned to the 
bedroom and climbed onto the waterbed. I caressed her 
face, then my hand slowly traveled down her neck to her 
bra. My fingers ran over the lace, and her nipples 
quickly rose to the attention. 

My nose returned to that area over which the perfume was 
place and simultaneously my lips and tongue gently 
kissed her chest. The smell of the perfume was very 
stimulating, and though I had her semi-restrained, I was 
in no hurry. The marijuana heightened my sense of smell, 
and I was content to stimulate my olfactory senses, and 
did so for at least an entire song. 

Eventually, I unfastened the clasp of her bra, and 
exposed her firm, soft, tan breasts. She visited a 
tanning booth often, and her body was without tan lines. 
My mouth slowly made its way between the breasts, but 
teasingly continued down her stomach. The trip was slow, 
and I savored the scent of this beautiful woman. 

As I neared her abdomen, my hands wandered along the 
waist of her jeans, and converged to unbutton them. I 
repositioned myself and knelt in front of her, her knees 
between mine. I leaned forward and pulled the zipper 
down with my teeth. Slowly I pulled her jeans over her 
hips and removed them from her tan, smooth legs. 

With her panties still on, I attached the padded 
restraints to her ankles, and tied one end to the frame. 
I went to the other side of the bed, and with a fair 
amount of force, pulled the restraint and secured that 
end, also. Her legs were spread widely, and I knelt 
between them. I paused, and gazed at the scantily-clad, 
blind-folded professional. 

I lowered my face and again smelled all the smells she 
wore. Perfume on her cleavage and below her navel, 
deodorant under her arms, the slight perspiration on her 
neck, and the wonderful scents emanating from her 
panties. I rubbed my nose on the fabric over her 
clitoris, and she responded with a faint moan.

I climbed off the bed, and gazed down at the helpless 
nurse. She was so vulnerable. I could do whatever I 
wanted to her. I could even kill her. I walked into the 
kitchen and grabbed a knife, then returned to the 
bedroom. She asked where I went, and what I was doing. I 
told exactly what I had in my hand, and she didn't say a 
word. 

I carefully brought the knife to her face and brushed it 
against her skin. She asked me what I was going to do 
with it. She probably regretted coming to my apartment. 
I didn't say a word, but instead brought it down to her 
hips and sliced through the panties. I leaned over, 
grabbed them with my teeth, and pulled them from under 
her ass. 

She sighed and seemed to relax a bit. I placed the knife 
on the headboard and returned to the wet area between 
her legs. I was careful not to touch her, though. She 
smelled exquisite, and nearly whimpered knowing my face 
and mouth and tongue were within an inch of her sex, yet 
she only felt my breath.

Ever so lightly, my tongue touched her clitoris. The 
touch was nearly as light as my breath, and her juices 
were visible. The pressure from my tongue increased over 
her bud, but only for a few seconds, when I again 
removed myself from the waterbed. In the closet there 
was a Polaroid camera, and she discovered it's presence 
with the first flash. There was nothing she could do. 

While she objected to this, I took a few more pictures, 
then just looked at her for the longest time. She called 
out my name, but I did not respond. She then heard me 
leave the room, and called out as I was walking into the 
bathroom. I returned with an electric razor I use to 
trim my beard and turned it on. It buzzed loudly, and 
she could hear its closing proximity to her. 

Assuming it was a vibrator, she asked if it was clean. I 
did not say anything, but placed the handle of the 
clippers to her vulva, to which she responded by slowly 
gyrating her hips. Before she could enjoy this too much, 
though, I turned the instrument around and removed a 
one-inch square of her pubic hair. Startled, she asked 
what I was doing, and I told her not to move, lest there 
may be blood.

I was branding her... seeing if in fact she was still 
intimate with the man whose name she used. I grabbed a 
towel and placed it under her ass so not to soil my 
sheets, and returned to the removal of her pubic hair, 
adding to her vulnerability. 

Periodically, as to reward her, I would place the metal 
blade, now warm from friction, on her clitoris, and she 
responded by scooting herself toward me, though I kept 
those rewards brief... keeping her wanting, keeping her 
in my control. She required frequent reminders not to 
move, though in reality, she was safe from harm. I 
finished the shearing, brushed-off the loose hairs and 
removed the towel from the bed.

This sophisticated, educated, mature woman now had the 
cunt of a little girl. Smooth to the touch, with lips 
unable to contain her engorged bud, it screamed out for 
my attention. In my mind, I had a pre-pubescent female 
tied to my bed, though she had a woman's body and a 
woman's burning, unfulfilled desires. Her body moved as 
though to somehow create relief to her sexual tension, 
but it didn't work. I asked her what she wanted.

"I want you," she said.

I told her to be more specific.

"I want your penis," she replied.

I reminded her she wasn't talking to a patient. She 
paused.

"I want your cock," the medical professional said. She 
was starting to get the idea of what I wanted to hear.

I asked her what else she wanted.

"Put your mouth to me," she said.

I told her that I had thought we were making progress, 
and waited for her to restate her desire. Again she 
paused, as if to get into the mind-set of a tramp.

"Eat my pussy," she said with slight embarrassment.

I didn't like her tone and reminded her that she was not 
in the position to demand anything.

"Please," she responded. I remained silent and she 
sensed my disappointment in her choice of words.

"Please eat my pussy," she pleaded.

I would have liked to have had "sir" or "master" 
attached to the end of that plea, but I am a kind man, 
and returned to the bed. I lightly licked her lips, 
being careful not to touch anything but, and my face 
gravitated southward, again taking in all of her scents. 
She could only feel my breath as I passed over her neck 
and positioned my mouth over her right breast. 

Slowly I lowered my mouth and took in her nipple. She 
pushed against her shoulders, and raised herself into my 
face. I gently sucked and twirled my tongue around her 
nipple. Though already erect, it became more so, and her 
breathing became louder. After about a minute, I changed 
breasts, and repeated the oral manipulations of that 
nipple. 

Her pelvis continued to gyrate and I knew this was doing 
nothing for the sexual tension she was feeling, so I 
progressed down her stomach, again taking in all of her 
scents. I rang her "doorbell" by lightly touching my 
tongue to her navel. I did not need to wait for her to 
answer, as the door was already wide open. 

I continued down, lowered my mouth over her clitoris, 
and eventually touched it with my tongue. To this, she 
thrust her hips at me, causing a more forceful contact 
with my tongue. She was begging, non-verbally. I parted 
her labia with my tongue, then ran it up and down, 
finally licking circles around her bud of nerves. 

She was beginning to struggle with the restraints, and 
soon asked for her freedom. I asked why, and she said 
she wanted to fuck me like I've never been fucked 
before. It sounded like a good idea to me, so I obliged, 
by untying a hand. She quickly escaped from the 
remaining 3 restraints, jumped up on the sloshing bed, 
and pushed me to my back. She held my hands to the side 
of my head and impaled her vagina with my erection. 

She was jumping on me, her flowing hair bouncing with 
the slapping of our organs. It did not take long before 
she started to moan, which soon turned to squeals. The 
noises she was creating was quickly elevating my 
arousal, and I told her I was about to cum. Not being on 
birth control, she withdrew my cock from her vagina, and 
inserted it in her ass. 

The insertion was quick and smooth, as there was plenty 
of lubricant to the entire area. I was impressed with 
her inhibitions. Here was the formerly reserved nurse, 
moaning as she had me fuck her in the ass. She cocked 
her head back and began to breath rapidly, and I could 
feel her orgasm with the flexing of her sphincter. 

My orgasm soon followed, as she lowered her face to mine 
and forcefully kissed me with her open mouth. Her tight 
ass milked my erection, until it was no longer. Her 
bouncing stopped, and she rolled over onto her back, 
exhausted. She looked down to where her bush formerly 
was and laughed.

She soon left her husband and we ended up living 
together for a few years. We had GREAT sex, frequently. 
As luck would have it, my estranged wife came back into 
the picture and Mara dumped me for an anesthesiologist. 
Now I'm back with my wife, and instead of great sex, 
there's NO sex. Life is funny that way.

If you would like to share a story, please feel free to 
send it. For the ladies, I'm always "up" for some 
E(rotic)-mail exchange.

Love, laughs, and licks!

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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