I saw her in the park on a bench, relaxing in the sun. Her head tilted toward the warm afternoon sun as her bare arms were outstretched along the top of the bench. I doubt that anyone would call her pretty and it was easy to see her figure was typical for a middle-aged woman, not fat but more obese than slim. Even her breasts, barely covered by the sleeveless shirt she wore were smallish for a woman of her size. All that being said I could not keep my eyes off of her.



What had caught my attention was the sight of her underarms displayed for all the way she was sitting and covered in rich luxurious fur. I guess I tarried too long and she sensed my presence for she opened her eyes and looked at me. She smiled at me with a look of confidence as I stared at her wondrous pits,“Come sit with Rita,” she barked in a thick Slavic accent and I obeyed as I sat on the edge of the bench. I was now close enough to be able to take in the strong pheromones emitting from this phenomenal woman.“Sit back, make yourself comfortable little man.”She put her hand on my shoulder guiding me to the back of the warm bench. I was now sitting with her arm although still resting on the bench back around me and I was tucked into her armpit.

I had yet to say a word and I was sure my voice would crack if I tried.

“You seem frightened of Rita, don’t be afraid for Rita knows what you want.”

She reached down with her hand and turned my head into her armpit. I inhaled deeply, the rich musky odor giving me a throbbing erection as she wiped her sweaty hair against my face. Never had I felt so aroused as this woman allowed me to worship her sweaty armpits and I was as close to nirvana as could be allowed to a mere mortal.

Why oh why did I open my eyes only to see an elderly couple standing there with a look of disgust as they watched my perverted actions with this woman. This was the same look I saw on my mother when she caught me abusing myself in the bathroom, this was the same look my wife had given me when I begged her to let me kiss that sacred spot between her legs. The humiliation of being caught in a disgusting act in public was so degrading to me that I fled that bench and the park. I hurried home where

I masturbated to the scent of my goddess

still fresh on my face.

I never saw my Slavic goddess again, although every time I go near the park I hurry to than bench, her bench, in hope of seeing her again. My life is now in turmoil as my wife has left me and my job was lost. How could I pretend to love a woman who insists on a shower before she allows me to touch her. She smells like Dove, not a woman. How could I worry about sales when the only thing that can make me happy is to be able again to enjoy the true scent of a woman again.

Originally Rita was ecstatic with her first attempt at trolling in the park. She had recognized her mark from thirty feet away and so, had her ‘bait’ displayed before he approached her. It was so erotic to see his nose buried in her fur as his tongue lapped at her sweaty essence as a piglet to a saucer of cream. She actually climaxed at the sound of his soft moan and she was sure it was to be only the first of many.

And then the two nosy busybodies approached her bench and stared down their noses at her capture causing him to flee. The woman had the nerve to say that Rita should be arrested. This frightened Rita for she knew if she was arrested on a morals charge they would deport her. She left the park at once and vowed not to return. Back at her little room provided to her by her employers, she lies on her bed, pondering her future. At first, she had started toying with her employer’s son, as a young lad he had no defenses against her strong will and would do whatever she asked. Then one day the mistress came home early and almost caught the boy with his nose up Rita bum. From that day she no longer allowed the boy any more no matter how much he begged for she knew if the mistress caught them she would be fired and then deported. Now with the problem in the park, Rita knew she had to come up with a plan.

Rita had to find a way to use her power over simple-minded men to get a green card and therefore a permanent residency. She began to go to immigration every day and ask to see a deputy. If it were a strong-willed woman or man she would ask if her request had been handled yet and then leave. If the person looked like a good prospect she would sit down to talk, then saying she was warm request permission to take her jacket off where she could display her dark rich fur. On just her third day she was shown into Mr. Dougherty’s office.

“OK Ms. Stanislavsky, what can I do for you today?”

‘Well you see sir, oh my, I guess I am so nervous it is making me warm. Sir do you mind if Rita just takes off her coat?”

She watches his eyes as her sleeveless dress does nothing to cover her fur. She sees that he has taken the bait and now can not keep his eyes off her underarms. She casually put a hand to her hairdo and now her pit is completely exposed. Now she quickly looks up to catch the poor man staring enraptured by her display of fur.

“Oh Sir, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to offend you with my hairiness.”

“What, err, no of course not Ms. Stanislavsky, we here at immigration understand different traditions for different countries.”

As she talks she pulls on a long strand and then nervously twirls it around a finger. She then takes that finger and holds it to her nose to take a sniff. Rita looks up to the helpless man and smiles,

“You are too nice I am so glad you understand me.”

“Rita, may I call you Rita, do you know how badly I want you?”

“Mr. Dougherty, Rita want you even more but I must have green card first.”

“No problem, anything for you my dear,” and he takes a form out of his desk and after a couple of strokes on his keyboard hands Rita a green card.

The now helpless man pushes a button on his phone,

“Mrs. Roberts hold my calls for the rest of the afternoon, I have to investigate this woman’s living conditions right away.”

With that, he whisks her out of his office and together they leave in his car.

Mr. Dougherty asks Rita if they can go to her place but she says no and says she wants to go to a nice hotel for she has never been inside on. When he pulls into the parking lot of the Ritz Rita knows her days of worry are over. As they ride the elevator up she puts her hands behind her head, fully displaying her lusty pits and she smiles to herself at the sight of his erection tenting from his trousers.

Once in the room, she slowly undress

for him and by the time she has her large panties sliding down her legs he is almost salivating. Now naked she sits on the bed with her legs spread and her arms behind her head.

“I am here for you, what do you want with Reta, do you want to just fuck me or do you wish to spend some time and enjoy my body and my scent?”

He lay down beside her and buried his nose in her armpit just as she knew he would. She took her free hand and held his head in place.

“Good boy, now lick Rita, go ahead enjoy my taste, OK now to my other arm, I want you to lick me clean.”

The two spent the afternoon with him enjoying her taste and smell from her armpits to her rectum’s heavy musk. He gave her countless orgasms as he licked and worshiped her vulva from womb to her clitoris. Even her feet were worshiped as he ran his tongue up and down and then he suckled every toe.

The more the man debased himself with every wrinkle and crease of her body the more aroused he became. Only after she allowed him to orgasm in her armpit as she held him and rubbed him in her fur, did he become aware of the afternoon’s humiliation? He said he had to leave and rushed from the room, it was in the elevator that he noticed he was covered in her scent. He had never gotten undressed as she only allowed him to free his penis after he had begged her for release. Luckily he got home and into the shower before his wife got a whiff of him. Late that night he woke up with a raging erection and Rita on his mind and he knew he would have to see her again.

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