**Title: The Forced Smell**

I never thought I’d end up in this situation—tied to a chair in Bailey’s dorm room, completely at her mercy. Rebecca was supposed to be the sweet, innocent one, but tonight, she had a wicked glint in her eye that told me she had other plans.

“You’re gonna hate this,” she purred, stepping closer, her fingers trailing along my bare chest. The rope bit into my wrists, securing me to the back of the chair. My cock was already hard, straining against my jeans, betraying me.

Bailey groaned from the corner, gagged and bound to the bed. She *hated* this. Rebecca had stripped her down to just her panties—cotton, plain, the kind she wore when she didn’t expect anyone to see. But we were seeing. I was seeing. And Rebecca had other ideas.

“Let’s make him suffer,” Rebecca whispered, sauntering over to Bailey. She tugged the panties down, slow and deliberate, exposing Bailey’s smooth pussy, already glistening despite her protests. Bailey thrashed, her muffled whines only making my dick throb harder.

Then Rebecca did it. She pressed Bailey’s panties against my face, smothering me with the warm, musky scent of her. “Breathe it in,” she ordered, her voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. I inhaled—god, it was *strong*. Sweat, a hint of piss, and that unmistakable tang of her arousal.

Bailey *hated* this. She hated the way Rebecca teased her, hated the way I got off on it. But her pussy was still wet, and Rebecca knew it. She dragged the damp fabric over my lips, forcing me to taste her.

Then came the worst part—or the best, depending on who you asked. Rebecca climbed onto my lap, grinding her ass against my cock through my jeans. She reached back, fingers digging into my thighs as she lifted just enough to let out a slow, wet fart right against me. The heat seeped through the denim, the smell thick and heavy. Bailey gagged behind her own fabric restraint, her face red with humiliation.

“Fuck, that’s disgusting,” I groaned—but my cock twitched anyway. Rebecca laughed, wiggling her ass, letting another one go, this time right against my stomach where my shirt had ridden up. The warmth spread, the stink clinging to my skin. Bailey whined, her thighs squeezing together like she was fighting her own body’s reaction.

Rebecca slid off me and knelt between my legs, wasting no time in undoing my jeans. My dick sprang free, already leaking. She didn’t hesitate—she took me in her mouth, sucking hard, her tongue swirling around the head. I grunted, hips bucking as much as the ropes would allow.

But she wasn’t done with Bailey. While she sucked me off, Rebecca reached back, dragging Bailey’s panties over my nose again. “You love it,” she murmured around my cock, her breath hot. “You love how dirty she is.”

I did. *Fuck*, I did.

Bailey’s muffled moans filled the room as Rebecca’s mouth worked me closer and closer. The mix of her spit, Bailey’s scent, and the lingering heat of Rebecca’s ass on my skin pushed me over the edge. I came hard, shooting down Rebecca’s throat as she swallowed every drop.

When she pulled back, lips glistening, she turned to Bailey—still writhing, still hating every second. Rebecca smirked. “Your turn.”

And just like that, I knew this wasn’t over.

Not even close.