Slutland Ch 03 Scent Park Pt 01

Grace awoke to the feeling of wet pussy lips on her face as her requested alarm clock hovered over her nose. She had slept excellently in the bed which was probably twice the size of a standard double. She grabbed the girl's thighs and licked for around 5 minutes as the girl moaned above her. Halfway through the girl leaned forwards and started licking Grace's pussy.

After they'd both cum she was led to the bathroom by a different girl who assisted her in fully washing her entire body, presumably as a way to ensure Slutland guests were impeccably clean. Grace decided to go commando with a pair of light sports shorts and a baggy t shirt. She hurried through breakfast blind to the numerous sexual options available to her. Grace was too excited for later. The food was excellent but her mind was elsewhere. Her waitress was great though and before she left Grace tipped her by licking her asshole. Then she headed to the lobby for the pre-arranged meet-up with her slut for the day.

The woman in front of her wore similar clothes to Grace's original consultant back in Canada. She had a pencil skirt, see through tights and a figure hugging, gym-style crop top emblazoned with the PERSLU logo. She was 5ft tall with an enormous arse and a beautiful natural smile.

'Hi Grace, I'm your slut for your time at Scent Park! My name's Sara but you can call me whatever you'd like. Slut, whore or any name you wish'

Grace elected to just call her Sara. Sara led her past the lobby to a clean white platform beside a set of rails. She stuck her hand out and a few seconds later a sleek pod came down the track stopping next to Sara's arm. The doors opened up, gull-wing style, revealing a cushioned interior and a driver wearing a baseball cap, pink lingerie, white gloves and nothing else. Sara and Grace got into the pod as the doors flapped closed

'Scent Park please' Sara said eliciting a nod from the driver who slid off her pink knickers and handed them to Grace to smell. They were lightly damp and beautifully fragrant.

'Scent Parks is one of the bigger parks in Slutland and indeed the largest of the five parks in Senseworld. All the girls here have been specially selected for their scents. The pussies you smell today will vary from smelling addictively clean for being so wet to a range of different, primally sexy aromas. The only unifying factor is that they all smell awesome. Scent Park is yours to explore this morning, however, to preserve the scents of the girls working here, our main rule is that you need to ask permission before tasting any of them as that would alter their scents. Every room will at least have a spare girl that can be licked though, and of course you can lick and smell me anywhere, whenever you'd like.'

Grace nodded and leaned towards Sara kissing her. She switched Sara's arm upward revealing her hairless, smooth armpit. Grace leaned in and breathed deeply. Sara hadn't sweated much in the air-conditioned hotel but the muted smells of her armpit were still sexy. She lifted Sara's foot from out of her heel and finally noticed a difference between her outfit and the consultant's. The sock portion of Sara's tights were fishnets. Running her hand over the feet they were cold but in a nice, moist way. For the rest of the journey Sara explained in detail the things Grace could and couldn't do with the girls in the park. Safewords were explained as was the prevalence of hidden security should Grace break any rules.

After around ten minutes in the pod they pulled into a station that read 'Scent Park'. As the doors flipped open Grace was greeted by the sight of two girls bending over fully clothed aside from large cutouts where their arsecheeks protruded. A sign reading 'SMELL ME' was placed next to them and Grace obliged leaning forward and sniffing their buttholes. For once, the lack of a smell wasn't the main feature. These girl's arses were slightly sweaty with a light attractive smell. As if sensing Grace's fascination with the girls Sara continued...

'If a particular type of smell appeals to you we can swab it and can send it to our in-house lab and synthesise it into a candle or an air freshener or anything you'd like to take away and remind you of your visit. We can can turn it into a conditioner and get a girl to wash with it so you can try out a few things if you'd like' 
Grace nodded making a mental note of their amazing asshole smell.

Sara and Grace left the platform. The inside of the underground station was similar to the Toronto subway that Grace had visited several times. Instead of advertising posters, each wall was covered in close ups of different body parts. Feet, armpits, mouths, pussies, arseholes. They reached an escalator and as they ascended Grace found her face directly facing Sara's ass. Feeling bold she leaned forwards and inhaled. Sara had slightly sweated into her tights and the smell was heavenly. She asked Sara if she could take off her skirt and Sara obliged leaving the black skirt by the top of the escalator. As they emerged into the park Grace was struck by how hot Sara was and how slightly ridiculous she looked walking with her huge arse covered only by almost see-through tights.

Scent Park didn't look too different from a university campus. There was nice grass, a selection of large buildings and some impeccably clean walkways. Scattered around, as far as the eye could see were girls. Girls in socks, tights, nude, girls reading, girls playing catch or girls lying on the floor just existing. To Grace the whole thing was like a buffet. Sara led her to a large glassy building

'The first stop on our tour is the changing room'

Sara led Grace into a room with a bunch of lockers and benches that smelt strongly of pussy. It had a few cubicles but Grace was shocked by how generally open it was. It was overlooked by a series of glass walkways and rooms through which Grace could see almost-nude women walking about many with peculiar pieces of fabric between their legs. Sara drew Grace's attention to a selection of hooks on the wall on which a variety of leather straps dangled from.

'The girls of Scent Park change and wash here at the beginning of each day. Around a third of them have to wear a leather strap that loops from the top of their arsecrack to their pussy mound. Each girl is perfectly clean at the start of each shift and, as it goes on, each strap is slowly soaked by each girls sweat and juices. They wear them while moving around the park, exercising and performing activities. The tan coloured straps are communal and at the end of each day each tan girl throws her strap in a box and then grabs a random one to use at the start of each new day. Each tan strap thus has a complex scent profile made up of the arsehole and pussy smells of a large variety of girls'

Sara beckoned in a girl over who was walking past wearing a tan strap and the girl quickly hurried into the room. Sara unclipped either end from the belt around the girl's waist. The outside of the strap was a deep brown while the light tan inside was clearly bleached and marked by two small dyed patches where the strap must have encountered hundreds of pussies and arseholes. Grace inhaled deeply at one end. It was like smelling 100 pussies at once. Not dirty, but overpoweringly sweaty and sexy. She turned the strap round to smell the arsehole part of the strap. The smell was fainter and, slightly maddened by the lack of smell, Grace span the girl around and had her turn over so she could directly smell her arsehole shuddering at the hot smell coming off it.

'Not all straps are tan however' Sara continued clicking her fingers at a girl who was nude aside from a pink strap between her legs.

'This is Katie. Her strap is colour-coded pink to ensure no one else uses it. Unlike the complex smell from a tan strap, Katie's is very simple and just intensifies her own addictive scent'.

Sara removed the pink strap and first directed Grace to smell Katie's bare, bald pussy. It smelled great. She then moved onto the pink strap and was blown away. It was the most intense, clarified pussy smell she'd ever experienced. Like someone had synthesised Katie's scent in a lab and doused it, undiluted, on to the pink strap. It had the intensity and haze of the chauffeur at her consultation's shoes but with the full-bodied smell to match. Like an animal fixated on the hunt Grace fell to the floor staring and sniffing at the strap. Sara took off Grace's shorts, and slipped her finger into her pussy bringing her to orgasm as she huffed Katie's strap. When Grace was finished a girl with black plaits hurried over and started sucking her pussy clean drying it by lightly wiping her plaits against Grace's vagina.

'I want that smell' Grace said 'Candle, soap I don't care I want to smell that every day until I die' 
Sara chuckled and nodded keying in a few notes into a device she was holding before taking the pink strap reluctantly from Grace's hands and tying it back to Katie's pussy.

'Go to the lab' Sara ordered and Katie nodded and left.

'If you think strap pussy smell is addictive you should see the shoe cellar' Sara said leading a slightly overwhelmed Grace out of the room.