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Leah and the (much) older man — Part Ten

A sexy meeting in the sauna leaves Leah with more than just Gregory on her mind…

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The sauna door clicks shut behind us, and the world outside disappears. Inside, it’s pitch dark, the air thick, heavy, and sticky with heat that presses against my naked skin like a living thing. Steam clings to every breath I take, making my lungs feel full and my head swim. The wooden benches are scalding beneath my feet and palms as I push the silver fox down onto the top tier. I don’t waste a second — my hands are already tugging his shorts down his thighs, freeing his thick, heavy cock. It’s even bigger than I expected, veined and already twitching in the humid air. I drop to my knees between his spread legs, the wooden slats biting into my skin, and take him straight into my mouth with a desperate, muffled moan.

I’m drunk on it. Drunk on the heat, on the filth, on how far I’ve fallen in just one weekend. Public, shameless, passed from man to man like the perfect little plaything I’ve become. The thought only makes me suck him harder, swirling my tongue, hollowing my cheeks, drooling messily down his shaft while the thick, musky scent of him fills my nose. He groans low in his throat, one big hand tangling in my high ponytail as he starts to leak salty pre-come onto my tongue.

The second he’s rock-hard and pulsing, I climb up, straddling his lap. I don’t ask. I don’t hesitate. I grip his thick cock, line him up, and sink down in one long, greedy slide. “Fuuuuck — “ I whimper, high-pitched and childish, the stretch so intense it borders on pain. He’s so thick he forces my walls open, bottoming out deep inside me. His hands clamp onto my ass, his fingers digging in hard, and I lean back into the scorching heat, bracing my hands behind his neck for leverage. Then I ride him like I’m possessed — wild, frantic, hips slamming down again and again, sweat already pouring down my body to mix with the steam.

“Yes, Daddy — oh my God,” I gasp, voice cracking into those breathy, little-girl whimpers I know drive older men crazy. The wet slap of my ass against his thighs echoes obscenely in the dark, sticky room. I’m lost in it, head thrown back, mouth open, completely giving myself over to the filthy pleasure of being used yet again.

A shadowy figure slips into the sauna. I barely register the movement — just another broad, older shape settling on the bench to our side, close enough to feel the heat of his body. He doesn’t speak. He just listens to the wet sounds of me getting fucked, to my shameless moans and the stranger’s grunts. Knowing we have an audience now only makes me ride harder.

The silver fox suddenly growls, hips jerking up violently. “Gonna come — fuck, gonna fill you — “

I don’t pull off. I sink all the way down and grind, milking him as he erupts deep inside me, hot spurts flooding my pussy. The second he starts to soften, I lift off, his come already leaking down my thighs, and turn straight to the shadowy stranger. My hands find bare skin — he’s already naked, cock hard and waiting. Thrilled, I straddle him instantly and sink straight down onto his cock with a broken, ragged moan.

“Hi, Daddy…” I whimper, voice hoarse and sweet as I start riding him just as wildly. He’s a little longer, hitting even deeper, and I lose myself again, bouncing frantically while the first man lingers beside us, watching, stroking himself back to life. The new stranger’s hands roam my slick, sweaty body, pinching my nipples and slapping my ass as I ride him.

When the silver fox, the first one, stands up on the bench, legs braced, and offers his glistening cock to my lips, I don’t even hesitate. I lean forward eagerly, taking him straight down my throat while I ride the other man for all I’m worth. The thrill of it rips another orgasm out of me. My high-pitched, childish whimpers turn into desperate, muffled cries around the thick cock in my mouth as I come hard again, pussy gushing, body shaking between them. The guy I’m riding groans and comes deep inside me. The Silver Fox just seems to have used my mouth to get him hard again, so he can go and stick it into one of the other girls. He gently pulls his cock from my mouth, stoking my wet, sweat-ridden hair affectionately.

The heat in the sauna wraps around me like a heavy, wet blanket as I collapse onto the top wooden bench, legs still trembling. They leave quietly, and I’m alone for the moment, chest heaving, skin slick with sweat and the evidence of two older men. Their combined come is slowly leaking from my well-fucked pussy and trickling down my thighs. I lie back, utterly spent and blissfully happy, one hand drifting lazily between my legs. My fingers trace slow, lazy circles through the mess, scooping up thick globs and bringing them to my lips. I suck them clean with soft, contented moans, swallowing every drop. The salty, slightly bitter taste mixes with the steam on my tongue, and I smile dreamily up at the dark ceiling, lost in a happy, sex-drunk trance. This weekend has turned me into something I barely recognise — and I love every filthy second of it.

The door opens with a soft hiss of steam. Another body slips inside. I don’t even open my eyes fully. I just assume it’s another daddy, another hard cock ready to use me. My voice comes out soft and hoarse. “I’m a mess…”

A small, delicate hand settles on my thigh, caressing it gently. The touch is nothing like the rough, possessive grip of the men. It’s soft. Feminine. Almost reverent.

“So am I,” a young, musical voice replies with the faintest oriental accent, warm and a little shy. “Thanks to your daddy.”

My eyes flutter open. It’s her — the beautiful Asian girl who was riding Gregory earlier. Even in the dim, steamy darkness, I can make out the delicate lines of her face, the graceful curve of her neck, her small, perky breasts still flushed. She sits beside me on the bench, naked and glistening, looking every bit as used and satisfied as I feel.

I relax instantly, a lazy smile spreading across my lips. No tension, no surprise — just a new kind of thrill humming under my skin. Her fingers continue their gentle exploration, tracing light patterns up my inner thighs, teasing the sensitive skin where the men’s come still drips. I part my legs for her without thinking, letting her touch wander higher. Lost in the haze of my sexual urges, I don’t question it. I just want whatever she’s offering.

“May I?” she whispers into the thick, hot air.

“Yes,” I breathe, the word slipping out before I can even consider it.

She shifts lower with a soft, eager sound.

I lie there panting, chest heaving, every inch of my overheated skin tingling as the beautiful Asian girl settles between my spread thighs. The sauna’s thick, sticky heat presses down on us like a third lover, making sweat and come mingle on my skin. Her small hands slide up the backs of my thighs, gently but firmly pushing them wider, opening me completely. I’m still leaking, messy and swollen, and the vulnerability of it sends a fresh throb through my core.

Her first lick is slow, deliberate, and devastating — her warm, soft tongue dragging from my dripping entrance all the way up to my swollen clit, scooping up the thick mixture of come and my own juices. I moan sharply, hips twitching. She doesn’t stop. She dives in deeper, tongue plunging inside me, fucking me with slow, passionate strokes while her pretty nose nudges my clit. The sounds of her lapping and sucking fill the dark, steamy room.

“Oh my God — yes…” I whimper, voice cracking into that high, childish register I can’t control anymore. My fingers tangle desperately in her silky hair, pulling her closer as I grind against her face. She moans into my pussy, the vibration shooting straight through me. She finds a rhythm — long, hungry licks followed by tight, suctioning kisses on my clit — and I lose myself completely.

The pleasure builds like nothing I’ve ever felt. It’s not the brutal, pounding kind the men give me. This is deep, rolling, almost overwhelming in its intimacy. My thighs start to shake uncontrollably. My back arches hard off the scorching bench, head thrown back as broken, high-pitched cries spill from my lips. “Don’t stop, I’m gonna — oh fuck, I’m coming — !”

It hits me like a tidal wave. My whole body seizes, muscles locking tight as the orgasm rips through me with shocking intensity. I scream — loud, shameless, echoing off the wooden walls — as my pussy gushes against her tongue. Wave after wave crashes over me, my hips bucking wildly against her face while she keeps licking and sucking, drawing it out until I’m sobbing with pleasure, tears mixing with the sweat on my cheeks. My legs clamp around her head, toes curled so hard they cramp, every muscle in my body trembling and twitching as the longest, most intense orgasm of the entire weekend tears me apart.

I come so hard I see stars behind my eyelids, my voice breaking into desperate, whimpering little cries as the aftershocks keep rolling through me. She gentles her tongue, licking me through every last spasm until I’m a quivering, oversensitive mess, barely able to breathe.

When she finally lifts her glistening face, I’m still shaking, chest heaving, a dazed, blissful smile on my lips. Another first. Another beautiful, filthy, unforgettable high.

The beautiful young woman lifts her head from between my thighs and crawls up my body with a soft, satisfied smile. She leans in and presses the gentlest kiss to my forehead, her lips warm and lingering against my sweaty skin.

“Maybe we’ll see each other again,” she whispers, her voice still carrying that soft oriental accent, “before we leave tomorrow.”

I sigh happily, the reality of what just happened — my first real sexual experience with another woman — settling warm and deep in my chest. It feels like another door has opened inside me, one I already know I want to walk through again and again. “I’d like that,” I murmur, my voice dreamy and content.

She gives me one last gentle stroke along my thigh, then slips out of the sauna, leaving me alone in the thick, steamy darkness. I doze for a little while longer, floating in a haze of satisfaction, my body still tingling everywhere. Eventually, I stretch, stand on shaky legs, and push the door open.

I stroll out of the sauna completely naked, skin flushed and glistening with sweat. I don’t bother covering myself. I feel confident. Sexy. Like I belong here. Heads turn as I walk along the poolside, hips swaying with every step. I catch a few hungry glances from other daddies and smile to myself.

Gregory is sitting naked on one of the wide sun loungers, legs spread casually, looking every bit the satisfied king of this little kingdom. As I get closer, I notice his cock — still half-hard and glistening wetly in the warm light. It’s obvious he’s just been inside another girl. The sight sends a fresh little thrill through me.

I slide onto the lounger beside him and lean in, planting a soft, affectionate kiss on his cheek. “This weekend is awesome, Papa,” I whisper, my voice still a little hoarse.

Gregory smiles that slow, knowing smile and pulls me straight into his lap, my bare ass settling against his slick cock as one big hand strokes slowly up and down my thigh. “Have you been naughty?” he asks, voice low and teasing.

I nod happily, giving him my sweetest, most childish little smile. “Very.”

“Good girl,” he murmurs, leaning in to kiss my neck, his lips warm and possessive against my skin. His hand keeps stroking my leg, slow and affectionate, as if he’s reminding me exactly who I belong to — even after everything I’ve done today.

Since leaving the pool, I’ve slipped back into being Papa’s girl, so naturally it feels like breathing. The wild, shared version of me from the afternoon melts away the moment Gregory takes my hand and leads me upstairs. He runs me a deep, luxurious bath in the enormous marble tub of our suite. For the next half hour, he washes me slowly, erotically — his big, soapy hands gliding over every inch of my body, massaging shampoo into my hair with firm, loving strokes that make me purr like a kitten. He rinses me with warm water, kisses the back of my neck, and towels me dry with the same gentle care, like I’m something precious he can’t quite believe is his.

Now I’m sitting completely naked at the elegant vanity in our bedroom, legs crossed, the cool air kissing my still-sensitive skin as I lean toward the mirror. My hair is damp and tousled from the bath, and my body still carries that pleasant, used ache from everything that happened today. I glance over my shoulder at Gregory, who’s lounging on the bed in a fresh shirt and trousers, watching me with that dark, satisfied look that never fails to make my tummy flutter.

“What look should I go for tonight, Papa?” I ask sweetly, twirling a strand of hair around my finger.

He smiles slowly, eyes dragging over my naked reflection. “As hot as you feel.”

He knows. He always knows how permanently horny I am these days — like the afternoon’s endless fucking only stoked the fire instead of putting it out. Here, away from anyone who knows the old me, free from judging eyes or awkward questions, the only person who matters is Papa. And Emily, of course, who’s just as deep in this kinky world as I am now.

So I go all out.

I start with my hair, blow-drying it into big, glossy waves that cascade down my back with plenty of volume — sexy, touchable, the kind of hair a man wants to wrap around his fist. Then comes the makeup. I go smoky and sultry: deep charcoal and black shadow blended into a dramatic cat-eye that makes my eyes look huge and bedroom-heavy, a touch of shimmer on the inner corners for that seductive sparkle. I contour sharply, blush my cheeks just enough to look freshly fucked, and finish with a bold, glossy red lip that screams “come and get me.” When I lean back and take in the full effect, even I feel a rush of heat between my thighs. I look like pure sex — expensive, young, and utterly fuckable.

I turn on the vanity stool to face him, giving a slow little spin so he can take in the full effect — smoky eyes, glossy red lips, tousled waves of hair cascading over my bare shoulders.

Gregory’s mouth actually falls open for a second. He stares, stunned, like I’ve short-circuited his brain. “Oh my god, Leah…”

I flutter my eyelashes at him, all innocent and flirty. “So I’m Leah tonight?”

“Just for dinner,” he growls, the low, rough sound sending a fresh pulse of heat straight between my legs. I’m thrilled. I know exactly what that means. Dinner will be elegant, public, teasing… and whatever comes after will be all Papa and Baby again. The thought makes my nipples tighten visibly.

“And what would you like me dressed in for dinner?” I ask sweetly, tilting my head.

He slides off the bed with that predatory grace I love and opens the wardrobe. Inside hangs the most breathtaking dress I’ve ever seen — a long sapphire-blue lace halter gown that looks like it was made for sin. The intricate lace is semi-transparent, promising to hint at everything underneath, with an obscenely high slit running up each side that will flash my legs and lingerie with every step. Beside it are matching sheer silk stockings and the most delicate sapphire-blue lace lingerie I’ve ever laid eyes on: an almost see-through bra and tiny thong set.

I’m up in a flash, padding naked across the bedroom, my bare feet silent on the carpet. I run my fingers over the delicate lace, eyes wide with excitement. “Wow. I’ll look…”

“Utterly beautiful,” Gregory says, stepping up behind me and resting his hands on my hips, “and utterly fuckable.”

A shiver runs down my spine. The knock at the door makes us both glance over.

“That’s John,” Gregory says, kissing the side of my neck. “You dress. We’ll see you and Emily downstairs.”

He gives my ass a light, possessive squeeze and slips out, leaving me alone with the dress. I stand there for a long moment just staring at the sapphire lace, heart racing. Then I reach for the lingerie.

The delicate blue lace feels sinful against my skin as I slide the tiny thong up my legs and settle it into place, the sheer fabric doing almost nothing to hide my smooth pussy. The bra is next — barely-there cups and thin straps that frame my small breasts perfectly. I roll the stockings slowly up my thighs, savouring the luxurious feel, then finally step into the gown. The intricate lace whispers over my body as I pull it on, the halter tying behind my neck and leaving my entire back bare. The high slits open dramatically with even the smallest movement, flashing the full length of my legs and the lacy tops of the stockings. I turn slowly in front of the mirror and just… stare.

I look devastating. The sapphire lace clings and teases in all the right places, sheer enough to hint at the lingerie beneath, while the slits make it borderline obscene. My smoky eyes and bold red lips complete the look — elegant on the surface, pure walking temptation underneath. I can’t stop the thrilled little smile that spreads across my face.

Papa is going to lose his mind when he sees me. And I can’t wait.

I give myself one last look in the mirror, smoothing my hands down the sapphire lace, then slip on a pair of sky-high silver heels and head out into the corridor. My heart is still racing from how I look — and how I feel.

I knock softly on Emily’s door.

“Come in!”

The second I step inside, my breath catches.

Emily is standing in front of her mirror, adjusting the hem of the most shameless little dress I’ve ever seen. It’s a tiny, skin-tight scarlet-red wet-look latex mini dress that looks painted on. The shiny material clings to every curve like liquid sin, so tight her small, perky breasts are clearly outlined, her hard nipples visibly poking against the glossy red surface with no bra to hide them. The plunging neckline dives almost to her navel, while the back is completely open, held together by delicate criss-cross red laces that stop just above the swell of her ass. The dress is so obscenely short that the bottom curves of her cheeks are already peeking out, and I can see the tiny red lace micro thong disappearing between them. Sheer black thigh-high stockings with thick red lace tops hug her legs, and she’s wearing strappy red heels that make her look even smaller and filthier.

She looks like pure walking sex. A bratty little fuckdoll dressed to be ruined.

“Oh my God, Emily…” I breathe, closing the door behind me.

She turns and grins at me, doing a slow spin so I can see everything. The latex squeaks softly as she moves, the dress riding up even higher. “Too much?”

“You look… fucking incredible,” I say, my voice a little husky. “So amazingly slutty. Like Daddy’s naughty little toy who’s begging to be bent over the dinner table.”

Emily laughs, clearly delighted, and does another twirl. The dress flashes the underside of her bare ass and that tiny red thong with every movement.

But inside my head, something else is happening.

Since the sauna this afternoon, I’ve been looking at her differently. The memory of the beautiful Asian girl’s soft tongue between my legs is still fresh — the way it felt so gentle and hungry at the same time. Now I’m staring at Emily’s hard little nipples pressing against that shiny red latex, at the way the dress barely contains her, and I feel a warm, slippery pulse between my own thighs. I wonder what her skin would taste like. What those soft, freckled breasts would feel like in my hands. What sounds she’d make if I dropped to my knees and buried my face under that tiny dress…

I bite my lip hard, trying to push the new, filthy thoughts down. But they’re there now. Burning.

“You’re going to make John lose his mind,” I say, stepping closer and running my fingers lightly down her bare back, tracing the red laces. “And every other daddy in the room is going to be jealous as hell.”

Emily’s eyes sparkle with mischief as she looks me up and down in my sapphire lace. “And you look like expensive sin. Papa’s going to want to rip that dress off you the second dinner’s over.”

I smile, but my mind is still quietly buzzing with new possibilities as I hook my arm through hers.

“Ready to go make them all crazy?” I ask.

Emily grins, pressing her hip against mine. “Born ready, baby.”

And for the first time, I realise I’m not just excited for what the men are going to do to us tonight… I’m excited for what might happen between the two of us, too.

I hook my arm through Emily’s, and we head downstairs together, our heels clicking on the marble in perfect sync. The sapphire lace of my gown whispers against my skin with every step, the high slits flashing my legs right up to my hips. Emily’s tiny red latex dress squeaks softly, riding up just enough to tease the curve of her bare ass as we walk. We look like absolute trouble.

The moment we step into the bar, the entire room feels the shift.

Gregory and John are waiting at a high table near the centre. The second they see us, their expressions change — dark, possessive hunger flashing across both their faces. Gregory’s eyes drag slowly down my body like he wants to devour me right here in front of everyone. John looks at Emily like he’s already planning exactly how he’s going to ruin her later.

Papa reaches for me first, pulling me firmly against his chest, one big hand sliding straight down to rest possessively on my mostly-exposed ass through the lace slit. “There’s my beautiful girl,” he murmurs, voice low and rough. “Look at you, baby.”

I melt against him instantly. “Hi, Papa,” I whisper sweetly, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw.

At the same time, John yanks Emily into his arms, his hand disappearing under the back of her tiny dress. “Fuck, baby,” he growls. “You trying to get Daddy in trouble tonight?”

Emily giggles breathily. “Yes, Daddy.”

Our entrance hasn’t gone unnoticed. Every older man in the bar has turned to look. Hungry eyes roam openly over both of us — and over all the other young women scattered around the room in their own barely-there outfits. The air feels thick with lust and anticipation.

We’ve only been standing there a minute when the beautiful Asian girl from the sauna walks in.

She looks breathtaking. She’s wearing a modern, incredibly sexy twist on a traditional Qipao — scarlet silk with a high collar but slashed so deeply down the front that it plunges almost to her navel, the sides cut high on her hips like mine, flashing smooth thigh with every step. Delicate gold embroidery traces her body, but the dress is so tight and revealing it might as well be painted on. She’s on the arm of a handsome silver-haired man who looks even older than Papa.

Our eyes lock instantly across the room.

A slow, steamy smile curves her pretty lips. I feel it low in my belly — that same soft, hungry pull from the sauna. I bite my lip and give her the tiniest nod, my cheeks warming.

Emily notices immediately. She leans in close, her breath warm against my ear. “Spill,” she whispers.

I keep my eyes on the Asian girl for another second before turning to Emily, voice low. “She went down on me in the sauna.”

Emily’s eyes widen, a mix of shock and intrigue flashing across her face. “You do girls now, too?”

I tilt my head sweetly, letting my gaze drift slowly down Emily’s body — over her hard nipples pressing against that shiny red latex, down to the hem of her tiny dress that’s barely covering her ass. My voice comes out soft, suggestive, and a little filthy.

“Her… I do.” I pause, letting my eyes linger. “But we’re not exclusive.”

Emily stares at me. Really stares. For the first time ever, I see raw, naked want in her eyes — like she’s imagining tearing this sapphire lace off me right here in the bar and burying her face between my legs. Her cheeks flush pink, and her lips part slightly.

The tension between us crackles like electricity.

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